he was feeling light headed so i will give him some light head

Locker Room*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: There’s no real plot, maybe Reader wants to fool around in a locker room. Once again, this poor summary does not reflect my writing in general, I hope. Bear with me, please.
Word Count: 2.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: swearing, dirty talking, oral sex (both receiving), Chris being a butt guy (?), fingering and protected sex in a locker room, I guess.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

    “Seriously Chris, why would you work out so late?” You whined, throwing your gym bag at the back of the car as you popped in, sitting next to him.

    “Listen, we both like this gym and this hour is the best time slot.” Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh, pecking your cheek and you buckled up the passenger seat belt.

    “There are other interesting ways to do exercises,” you wiggled your eyebrows, wandering your fingertips along his thigh and he rolled his eyes, starting the car. “If you do this to preserve your privacy then think about wearing something else than a cap. This became so obvious it’s Chris Evans hiding under.”

    “Always hilarious, Y/N,” he looked at the road, driving through Los  Angeles and you leaned your head against the seat, setting your running shoes on the dash. “You know it’s the job, I’m starting to film Infinity War in a couple of months now.”

    “Really, I had no idea… Captain Fucking Obvious.” Your eyes stared straight through the window as he glanced at you with his eyebrows furrowed, giving you his special look he used whenever you used sarcasm and a small laugh slipped through your lips.

    Once you’d finally reached the gym club opened at night, you both headed towards the different locker rooms and you got rid of your bag and jacket. You finally joined your boyfriend in the room - with some other people - and you saw him already working out as he focused on the upper part of his body.

    You smiled and as Chris sent you a wink, you tried to leave this glorious sight of him flexing his biceps, grunting lightly or tensing his back so much that you could’ve drawn the muscles through his T-shirt. You couldn’t help but internally gush over how very handsome he looked like this and how sexy his athletic outfit embraced all his muscles tightening then relaxing.

    Shaking your head slightly, you chose to concentrate the hard work on your legs for the night and you climbed on your favorite device, trying to forget the thoughts flying above your mind.

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    #DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 7)

    Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

    Word Count: 1,001

    Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

    A/N: After listening to Beach Weather’s ‘Swoon’ and ‘Sex, Drugs, Etc.’ on an endless loop, I finally managed to write this update. Also, sending my love to @lovellylittlelonely for giving me feedback on this :)

    Originally posted by satanshideaway

    Residing in the darkness, you stood quietly as everyone around you swayed to the music booming through the speakers, the melodies pulsing in your ears. Watching the performance, you spotted Viz behind the drums while he played the set with his bandmates. You figured your friends were near the front to get a better view with Wanda’s insistence. You knew she was determined to see her man up close. 

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    This Is War [11]

    Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

    Bucky Barnes X Reader

    Word Count: 1520

    Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

    A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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    Morning Wood

    Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

                                      ‘Jung Hoseok loves your mouth’ 

    Featuring: Jhope/Hoseok (bts)
    Genre: Smut
    Word Count: 1,119

    m.list

    A/N: Sorry it took so long, I tried to finish this before my vacation but that obviously didn’t happen lol. Please enjoy!


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    Supergirl AU

    Cat Grant knows her assistants are cheating, she just doesn’t know how yet.

    She even knows the exact date it started almost two years ago, when suddenly her constant stream of incompetent aides began to improve, to last longer. All her life her assistants have been barely adequate, but for some reason the last handful have gotten sharper and sharper. 

    It’s been three weeks with this new one and, while his performance within CatCo is lackluster at best, he has yet to make a single mistake with her coffee or food orders. And if there is one thing Cat values more than all else its what she consumes; she spends all day creating media for the consumption of millions so what she herself takes in is of the highest priority.

    This week she had a stress headache and she sent him off with a screech to get her some sustenance. Now she had very low expectations for this, so imagine her surprise when he comes back with a perfectly made bacon wrapped hamburger (her headache guilty pleasure) and a medium latte with just a dash of cinnamon. 

    There is no way on Earth that this Witt fellow should know about that. Her guilty pleasures are closely guarded secrets, and Cat Grant has never explicitly told anyone about her infatuation with bacon and cinnamon (both separate and together). And yet when she needed it the most, he just happens to get it exactly right. This assistant hasn’t even made it a month yet; there’s no way he knows this is a weakness of hers.

    Which means there’s a snitch somewhere feeding answers to her assistants.

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    betsforsythetrash  asked:

    Alright Smut Queen, I'm gonna need a continuation of Bugheads make out scene but Betty is turned on by Jugheads new jacket, and maybe she ends up wearing it at some point??

    Ok, here it is - the long awaited continuation, I really hope it’s what you wanted. This scene actually ruined me because every time I’m like is this too far??? I just remember what we actually saw and I’m like nope! I’ve sinned, my friends, I’ve sinned.
    Warning: so much Bughead smut, all of the smut, a little feeling, but then more smut.

    You Build Me Up, Believer


    “I love you, Betty Cooper.”

    Every inch of her froze, the words echoing in her ears as a silence settled over the trailer. The world felt as if it moved in slow motion as she turned to look at him. His beanie had been thrown casually to the side, leaving his dark, untamed waves ruffled and free. His shoulders were hunched in slightly as if he was braced for impact. But his eyes… Betty had never seen eyes so earnest, so open and giving. 

    She took steady, paced out steps towards him, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features. 

    “Jughead Jones,” she whispered, heart racing. “I love you.” She could see the weight lift from his body – she had never felt so light herself, as if this was the last thing that needed to be heard before they could give themselves to one another without interruption, without restraint. Jughead looked almost disbelieving, eyes shining in the dim light. He had never been more thankful for the existence of another human being. 

    His hands cupped her cheeks as he bent forwards, kissing her once, twice, letting her know just how grateful he was to have her, to call her his own. She inhaled deeply, pressing her body against the length of his front, fingers placed delicately against his neck. He pulled back to look at her, this beautiful creature in his arms. She was smiling back at him, eyes slightly hooded, lips beginning to swell. He grinned, dipping down to grip her behind and pull her into his arms, revelling in the squeal she let out that rang through the trailer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, steadying herself as she looked down at him, loose, golden waves shrouding them both as they fell over his shoulders. 

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    Hunted {BTS Mafia!AU}

    PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

    Pairing: Yoongi x reader
    Genre: BTS mafia au
    Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now

    Writer: Bom

    Word count: 1815

    Originally posted by letsbreaktables

    Summary:

    Y/n finds out about the mysterious ‘Nightwalker’ situation, and is infuriated when neither Yoongi, Youngji, Taehyung or Jungkook will tell her what it is. To their surprise, a known gang from the north has offered to help them in exchange for their own information and Youngji’s sudden disappearance

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    anonymous asked:

    a prompt; jughead and betty are dating but given his new southside status, betty doubts that he'll ask her to prom, and he doesn't. but he realises midway that he forgot and then gets all ready in a tux, only to see archie and betty be crowned prom king& queen. can we have some sort of a jealous jug and reassuring betty plz? and oblivious archie whose just really happy he won

    Okay!
    ***

    “It’s fine Ronnie, you really don’t have to do that, I promise I’ll be fine without one.” Betty Cooper spoke softly, tripping over her own feet as Veronica dragged her through the florist, her eyes determined as the raven haired teen held up a swatch of fabric.

    “I don’t care what you think B, the corsage is one of the most important pieces of the entire Prom ensemble, leave it to me, I’ll find the perfect one, it’ll match your dress, stop questioning me, this is what I was born to do.” Veronica gave a dramatic flourish and tugged Betty through the next aisle.

    The blonde smiled gently at her best friend
    “I really appreciate this V but won’t it be a little weird for me to show up with a corsage when I don’t even.. I don’t even have a date.” She swallowed thickly, the hurt evident in her voice.

    Veronica turned around quickly, her arms wrapping around the defeated girl next door.
    “Listen to me Betty Cooper, you’re beautiful and strong and kind and jug because you’re stupid gang banger of a boyfriend forgot about prom doesn’t mean I’m going to let him ruin this for you. I mean come on, you’re pretty much a shoe in for prom queen.” She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at the stray tear sliding down Betty’s cheek.

    Betty sniffled, wiping her nose and groaning
    “I don’t understand that, I don’t want to be prom queen. You would be so much better at it than me, or even Cheryl.” She picked up a yellow daisy and brought it to her nose, inhaling the sweet smell. “I love daisies” the teary eyed blonde sighed dreamily.

    Veronica pulled the bouquet from its stand
    “You’re going to be prom queen because you deserve it, you’ve saved Riverdale more times than I can count and there’s not a single person more selfless than you. Don’t worry I’m sure my boyfriend will be standing right beside you, remind me to Thankyou again for beating out Valerie Brown, no way I’m letting her slow dance with Archie.” Veronica growled.

    Betty giggled
    “I haven’t won yet.”

    With a lazy wave of her perfectly manicured hand, Veronica brought the daisies to the counter
    “Make these into the most beautiful corsage you have ever seen, wrap the rest up.” She slid her black card across the counter. “Facial time!” Veronica pulled the giggling blonde through the store as Betty rolled her eyes lovingly.
    ***
    Jughead rubbed his eyes, instantly annoyed at the invasion of his sleep. He hardly got any as it is, he wasn’t in the mood for some old man Serpent coming over and asking for another favor.
    Ripping open the door he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

    “Arch? What are you doing here?”

    Archie Andrews was standing on the front porch of F.Ps old trailer, his hand stuffed in his pockets as he looked at Jughead sadly, it had been atleast two weeks since he’d seen his best friend.

    “Hey Jug, I was on my way to the shop and figured I’d come check up on you. Sucks about you and Betty, I’m real sorry man.” The redhead reached out and clapped a hand to Jugheads shoulder.

    Jughead shifted uncomfortably in his leather jacket
    “What about me and Betty?” He asked confused, his chest tightening in worry.

    Archie nodded in understanding
    “Yeah I get it, break ups are pretty hard to talk about, it’s best to just ask like they didn’t happen.”

    Jugheads eyes went wide and he gripped the door frame
    “We didn’t break up? Who said we broke up? Betty did?!” His eyes searched Archie’s face desperately as the quarterback seemed taken aback

    “No, I just.. I assumed since you’re not taking her to prom and she’s going on her own… wait a second you’re still together? You didn’t ask your girlfriend to her senior prom? Dude what’s the matter with you?!” Archie’s eyes were angry now as he crossed his arms over his chest, disappointment evident.

    Jughead wasn’t paying attention anymore, he felt sick to his stomach.

    He had forgotten.

    He had completely forgotten to ask Betty, he hadn’t even realized, Jesus he was the shittiest boyfriend in the world. “I’ll see you later tonight..” he mumbled, leaving his trailer door swinging open and Archie standing on
    the porch.
    ***

    “Looking good B Coops.” A deep wolf whistle came from her right and Betty smiled as Reggie Mantle stood beside her, slinging around her shoulders.

    Betty laughed shoving Reggie away
    “Thanks Reg.” Her smile was still fairly sad no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Reggie caught on quickly

    “Hey, the dorks been through a lot of shit, word around town is he’s been busy with the gang, he probably just forget. I doubt he meant anything by it.” The jock shrugged his shoulders as Betty looked up at him, her eyes softened and she went on her tippy toes, pressing a feather light kiss to Reggies cheek.

    “Thank you Reggie.” She spoke earnestly, shoving him gently “now go spin Josie around on that dance floor, she’s looking ready to bust a move.”

    Reggie grinned,
    “That’s my girl.” He ran to the dance floor lifting up his girlfriend and spinning her around.

    Betty smiled and glanced down at the light yellow, strapless dress flowing around her ankles, the silver heels she wore made her teeter a bit but they looked good, her long blonde hair pulled up in a curly updo leaving her neck bare, a small silver chain with a tiny crown resting low on her chest. Betty’s fingers curled around the crown, her heart aching at the absence of her boyfriend.

    Veronica chose that moment to come over and excitedly whisper in her ear
    “They’re crowing prom king and queen! Come on, let’s get to the front.” Once again the beautiful dark haired girl in the deep purple dress pulled Betty through the crowd, where she listened to then dub Archie Prom King.

    Betty clapped and whistled, her heart swelling for her childhood best friend, Veronica was shouting “that’s my boyfriend Baby, that’s right prom king?!”

    “And now for our prom queen of the Riverdale Senior Class… Betty Cooper.”

    An eruption of cheers overtook the auditorium and before she knew it she was being shoved into Archie’s arms, a crown being placed on her head as the pair was pushed onto the dance floor, a slow song playing on the speakers, Archie’s hands finding her waist as hers draped around his neck.

    “Deja Vu” the red headed boy smirked

    Betty laughed,
    “I always knew this would happen, I mean not this way obviously but ya know. Wouldn’t it be funny If Jughead were here, he always used to call us the prom king and queen.” She giggled

    Archie’s eyes found something above her head and he laughed under his breath, his hands tightening
    “Looks like he is here.” He nodded behind Betty and spun her around, her eyes catching on the dark haired boy as he stood next to Veronica, his hands shoved in his suit pockets, he looked angry.

    “What’s he doing here? And why does he look so mad?” Betty looked up at Archie and raised a brow at his wicked smirk.

    “He’s jealous, let give him something to talk about shall we?”

    Betty’s eyes widened before settling in understanding as she smiled

    “We shall.”

    Archie swung Betty around and she giggled loudly, the crowd awwing

    Suddenly she was being spun out of Archie’s arms and into a very familiar pair of hands.

    “Jughead? What are you doing here?” Betty asked confused as the raven haired boy tugged her tighter to his chest, Swaying gently to the music as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the vanilla perfume.

    “What? I can’t dance with the prom queen?” He pulled back and smirked nervously.

    Betty tried to tamper down her smile but felt the corners of her lips pulling up
    “I’m in high demand.” She teased, resting her head on his chest as fingers toyed with her neck, pressing gently on the pulse point.

    “Bets.. I’m so sorry, I forgot. I wasn’t thinking, I’ve been so busy with.. ya know. And I know that it’s no excuse to neglect you, you’re the most important person in the world to me, I don’t want to lose you, I just.. I feel like I’m drowning here. I’m trying to balance these two lives and I’m failing, I don’t care about anything else.. I just..”

    Betty cut him off, pressing a kiss to his lips and smiling when she felt him let out a breath of relief

    “I get it. I’m not mad, but don’t ever feel like you have to choose okay? I’m here for you. Through everything.” She pressed her palm to his cheek and he sighed, pressing against her.

    “I love you Betty Cooper.”

    She grinned back

    “Jughead jones, I love you.”

    He spun her out and pulled her back in, her laughter filling the auditorium, his lips danced against her ear

    “You look beautiful by the way Prom Queen.”

    Betty laughed
    “Whats a queen without her king?”

    Jughead eyes shifted to Archie who was kissing Veronica on the dance floor beside them

    He felt Betty push tighter against Him

    “I prefer the Serpent King to The Prom king.”

    Second Chances (James Conrad)

    Pairing: James Conrad x OC

    Warning: Little, tiny bit of violence. And giant bugs. Lol.

    Originally posted by enchantedbyhiddles


    I couldn’t relax. Couldn’t close my eyes without seeing it all over again. 

    Choppers being tossed from the sky, like tiny toys. Flames licking away at molten metal. Bodies falling from midair. And those eyes. Those huge, yellow eyes. I squeezed my own eyes shut, desperate to make those horrible mental images vanish. Though the second I tried to think of something else, anything else, my mind wandered back to him.

    To James Conrad.

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    The Simplest of Plans

    So here it is, my first attempt at a whump/sickfic/langst story.  

    I would love to get feedback on if I have done the genre justice and where I should improve my writing.

    DISCLAIMER: Graphic injury descriptions and explicit language are both used in this story so reader discretion is advised.

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    Lance groaned as he cracked his eyes open just a little, as he tried to see where he was he realised that he was slumped over the control panel inside Blue.  He winced as he tried to move his body, a sharp pain racing up his body from every direction, he could feel everything so that was a good sign, right?  

    Raising his head he looked out through the window in front of him and he realised that he had crashed in Blue as he saw that he was in a large crater with small fires burning all around him.  He croaked out a pained noise, hoping to call out to his team when he realised that his helmet had been knocked loose in the crash and was sitting on the ground a few feet away.  He needed to get in contact with the others, he had to let them know that Blue had no power and couldn’t fight.

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    Dirty Thoughts

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (mind reader)

    Warning: Language, smut… (I’m not sure how good this is. Work with me it’s only my second time writing it.)

    You swore when you joined the Avengers you would never invade their thoughts, but what happens when you get drunk at Tony’s birthday party and hear the things Bucky Barnes is thinking, about you?

    This was a request from @imagicana

    “Come on Y/N,” Tony trails after you as you continue your way down the hallway. “they have hidden secrets.” Tony pleads with you, hoping you’ll give in and use your gift to pick through the team’s minds.

    “Tony, I can’t pick through someone’s thoughts. I can only hear what they are thinking at the moment.” You remind him for the millionth time.

    “But it could be something so good. Call it a birthday gift.” He grins at you.

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    anonymous asked:

    Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

    Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 

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    Shiro: 

    You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

    Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

    However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

    “I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

    He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

    “Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

    “I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

    “I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

    “Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

    “Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 

    Lance:

    It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

    As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

    “Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

    You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

    “Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

    “You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

    “Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

    “Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

    He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 

    Keith:

    When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

    You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

    Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

    “Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

    “Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

    “I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

    “I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

    “Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

    “Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

    “Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

    “Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.

    Hunk:

    As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

    You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

    So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

    Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

    “Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

    “Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

    “I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

    “Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

    “Sounds good to me.” 

    The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.

    Pidge:

    It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

    Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

    You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

    As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

    “Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.

    “Nooo?” 

    “Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

    “Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

    “It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

    You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

    “You’re just the only one I have left.” 

    “Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

    Welcome to the Fold- Shed Your Skin Part 2

    Originally posted by moondipity

    Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4

    A/N: I split this in two because this part gets intense and I didn’t want anyone to have to read it who didn’t want to. I live for angst, clearly.

    P. S. This isn’t a Bughead fic by any means so I didn’t tag it as such (I’m sorry, guys), but the pairing is included in part

    Summary: Nothing is as it seems, but not everything can be so simple. Every family has it’s issues, The Serpents are no exception.

    Word Count: 3,685

    Warnings: Gang activity, drug/alcohol mentions, violence, swearing, blood/bleeding, cheating.

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    PAX East Confrontation

    (A Darkiplier & Antisepticeye fic. Warning for some violence.)

    It was around 3am and most of the con had quieted down. Guests retired to their hotel rooms to rest after a long exciting day. Seán lay next to Signe, still mostly awake. He was too excited to sleep. The panel had gone so well! He was giddy at everyone’s reactions to his video. He couldn’t wait to see Robin and high-five about it. He wanted to bounce up and down but didn’t risk waking his partner. The dark hotel room was suddenly lit from Seán’s phone. Though he hated checking his phone so often, he couldn’t help himself. He was too wired to ignore it, so he he gently rolled over and slid the phone under the covers so the light wouldn’t bother Signe. It was a text from Mark. It read:

    “Hey Jack, you awake?” another text “Sorry, Seán. I’m still in the habit, haha.”

    Seán replied “It’s okay. Yep i’m up! Today was awesome!”

    “Hell yeah! Hey um, since your up do you mind meeting me to talk? I don’t want to wake anyone else but I need somebody.”

    “Yeah okay, give me 5 minutes. Everything okay?”

    “I’m okay. Um, i’ll meet you in stairway D, if that’s okay. I feel like walking. We can go to the balcony, it should be private at this hour.”

    “Cool, see you.” Seán carefully left the bed and threw on some clothes. He grabbed his keycard and quietly shut the door. The hallway was colder than he expected, but he didn’t mind. He was too bouncy to mind the cold. At the end of the hall was the door to the stairs. Seán always liked the feeling of roaming a hotel at night. Hotels were inherently fun for some reason, and the empty halls felt a bit spooky but free. He entered the dark stairway and called, “Mark? You in here?”

    Mark appeared from the shadows, wearing a smart suit. An odd change from his comfortable con-going clothes but Seán didn’t question it. Mark spoke, “Hi. Thanks for meeting me. So uh, you don’t mind climbing the stairs?”

    “Nah, let’s go!”

    Mark and Seán walked together in silence. After a flight, Seán asked, “So hey, what did you want to talk about?”

    Mark said, “It can wait.” Something was off about his voice, but Seán decided to give Mark his space. Their footsteps echoed in the stairway. Seán found himself looking over his shoulder, suddenly feeling mildly unnerved that the stairs were so dark. The light looked funny in there. He glanced at Mark’s face and noticed how unsettling the shadows made it look. He laughed to himself nervously. “Hm?” Mark hummed.

    “Ha, nothing. Too much coffee is messing with me, I think. Gonna drink more in a couple hours though,” Seán enthused. The two made it to the balcony.

    The city was dark and so was the moon, offering no moonlight. Mark and Seán were barely silhouettes in the night. Seán ran to the edge of the balcony and marveled at the stars. “Okay I know I should be in bed but this is amazing!” he cheered.

    Mark chuckled, “I knew you’d think so.” Mark joined Seán by his side. The two stood together, enjoying the quiet moment.

    Seán sighed contentedly, and asked, “So what did you want to talk about?” It was then that Mark grabbed him from behind and threw him onto the ground. Before Seán could react, he was hit with a swift kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

    “Alright Anti, come on out,” Mark said, his voice weirdly deep and distorted.

    Seán gasped and regained his breath, “Mark, what are you-”

    Mark kicked him again. “You can’t hurt your host, but I can. If you want to keep his body, I suggest you take over.”

    Seán was so confused. He’d never seen his friend violent like this before. He scrambled to his feet and made a run for it. “Mark I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny!” Mark caught up to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him back to the ground. “Fuck!” Seán shouted, as his head hit the hard concrete floor of the roof. “Mark please!”

    “I bet that hurt a lot. A few more of those and he’s gone, so come on out, glitch boy,” Mark said in a too-calm voice.

    “Mark stop, you’re acting crazy!” Seán cried.

    “Mark. I always hated that name. I mean Dark is pretty stupid too, but at least it separates me from him,” Mark, or rather, Dark, mused, holding Seán down. Seán struggled to push him off. Regaining focus, Dark struck Seán across the face and pulled his hair, “Come on, Anti, I don’t have all night.” Seán just stared up at him, bewildered. Dark breathed an impatient sigh and hit him again. Seán cried out weakly. His head was getting fuzzy. Another blow. His whole body jolted with the impact. His vision started to go. “Tick Tock,” Dark said, wiping the blood from Seán’s lips with a handkerchief. Seán just whimpered. Dark huffed impatiently and started to strangle him. Seán’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and just as he passed out, Dark released his hold. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and began to drag Seán back towards the door to the stairs. “Next time I guess. You’re cutting it close though,” he said to the limp body.

    After a moment of silence, the body started to glitch and fizzle. The sound of static sharply emanated. Dark smiled and let the body hit the ground. He backed up, eagerly awaiting Anti’s presence. The glitches grew more violent, and where bruises had appeared on Seán’s neck, now were self-inflicted gashes, gushing blood. Skin turned paler and hair faded into a washed-out, sickly mint green. The body twitched, and then, from it’s position laying on the floor, was at once standing up, albeit slumped.

    “You…” came a garbled voice. The body lunged at Dark, who casually dodged, “You bastard, what the hell do you want?” Dark didn’t answer, he merely tipped up Anti’s chin to look into his bright eyes. Anti clenched his fists. “That was a dirty trick, even for you,” he said, hitting Dark’s hand away.

    “Oh?” Dark feigned innocence. Anti hated his calm, inviting demeanor. He was cool-headed even during a beating. It was rare to see the facade crack and true wrath show through the veil.

    “You used their bond lure him out here. That’s cruel,” Anti said.

    “Oh no, did I betray little Seán’s trust? How awful. Can you imagine if I did something like that to an entire unsuspecting audience?” Dark said, with dry sarcasm.

    “That’s different! Those people, they’re just faceless masses. They don’t know him. They chose to trust him ‘cause they think he’s funny and kind. Even cute,” Anti said, wrinkling his nose at the idea, “A five minute meet, greet and hug isn’t real trust. Seán and Mark are actually friends.”

    “Are you upset that I hurt him, then?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrows.

    Anti frowned. “What do I care? I’m just saying it’s cruel and unnecessary. There are easier ways to get my attention.”

    “That’s rich coming from Mister Throat Slitter,” Dark gestured.

    Anti gently touched the wound, feeling the warm blood on his fingertips. He felt a pang of something, but it couldn’t be guilt. He’d never admit Dark had a point “What do you want, anyway?”

    “I’m not happy with your little stunt,” Dark said, turning his back to Anti.

    Anti snickered, “Oh my god, all this to tell me you’re a jealous bitch? I could have figured that out on my own! Jesus, Dark, you’re fucking extra. Drama queen prick,” Anti clapped Dark on the back. Dark’s body flickered and suddenly he faced Anti again, catching his wrist. He gripped it too tightly. Anti was able to glitch to break away. “I’m fucking off to bed, dude,” Anti scoffed, turning to leave. He got a few steps before Dark teleported in front of him, and knocked him back with a punch to the face. “Fuck! So it’s like that? Okay i’ll throw down!” Anti said, rolling up his sleeves. He hated how pretentious Dark could be, but wouldn’t mind a fight. It could be fun.

    “Now now, I just want to talk. I only hit you ‘cause I couldn’t let you leave so soon,” Dark chided.

    “Oh really? Not ‘cause I pushed your buttons?” Anti taunted.

    Dark smiled. “How long do you think they’ll love you for anyway? How long until they get tired of the novelty and just want their precious Seán safe and sound? They’re starting to figure it out, you know. That without their attention, you’ll fizzle and fade. Sure you’ll manage blips here and there, but after a while you won’t even have the energy for that”

    “Are you kidding? You saw the panel, they love me! At the first hint of me they screamed and cheered. They can’t help themselves. I hurt Seán, badly, and they begged for more. They’ll never love him more than the spectacle,” Anti gloated.

    “Spectacle,” Dark pondered. He ruffled Anti’s hair as if he were a child, “You know, that’s a great word to describe what you are.”

    “Ugh don’t do that! Personal space. Fuck sake. What about you, huh? What happens when they get tired of you?”

    Dark looked perplexed, then a look of realization hit him. “Oh my god. You think i’m like you. Tell me Anti, where do you think Mark’s body is?”

    Anti tried to hide his confusion. “Well obviously it’s…it’s uh.”

    “Probably asleep or taking a shit, that’s where it is,” Dark answered for Anti, who crinkled up his nose. Not the imagery he wanted to think about. “You see, I don’t share. This body’s mine. Mark can do what he wants, and whether the audience believes in me or not doesn’t matter. I’m not like you, Tinkerbell. I don’t need admiration to live, i’m well past that point. I just like it. What I don’t like is sharing the spotlight with you.”

    Anti was dying to ask how Dark was able to manifest his own body, separate from Mark. He’d ask, but more annoyed with Dark’s arrogance. He scoffed, “well, it’s a little late for that, now, isn’t it?”

    Dark flickered up to Anti and twisted his wrist behind his back. Anti tried to glitch away but Dark’s energy was overwhelming. Anti felt a rare twinge of panic. Dark had grown in power. “I’m going to ask nicely. Cut the antics, stay in the background, and i’ll play fair,” Dark said cooly, too close to Anti’s ear. Anti went to hit him with his free elbow but Dark caught him and twisted harder, forcing him to kneel. Any harder and the bone would break, which even for Anti would take some time to heal.

    Anti was defiant nonetheless, “Or what?”

    Dark grabbed Anti by his hair and made him bow his head, “Or i’ll make sure you don’t have a body to go back to.”

    ————————-

    The next morning, Seán awoke and checked his phone. No new messages, nothing to report. On the way to the vendors section of PAX he saw Mark with his gang. Ethan and Tyler were dabbing at fans. Seán ran up to them. Mark caught his eye and went to meet him. “Oh hey Seán! Did you sleep okay? You look a little out of it.”

    “Oh yeah, i’m probably getting the PAX plague. That’s what you get for hugging a jillion people!” Seán laughed, “Throat hurts like hell but it’s worth it! I gotta tell you though, I had this super weird dream. You were in it and you like, punched me in the face? Then the dream switched over to Resident Evil 7. Fucking bugs in my face and this time I could feel them!”

    “Gross! Sorry for being a dream asshole. Can you make it to our panel today?”

    “Yeah i’ll see you then!” Seán waved to the crew and trotted off. He glanced back at them one last time, and for a moment, he saw a second Mark in the distance. He shrugged it off as a cosplayer, and continued. He coughed, “Ugh. Stupid sore throat.”

    Cold Hands and Warm Freckles

    Request: “Oooo what about a Draco x Reader where they are dating but someone uses a love potion on her and breaks up with Draco but then he realises what has happened and is super angry but fixes everything? Xxx”

    Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

    Word Count: 1679 (short but sweet)

    Warnings: Uhh like non consent? idk

    Originally posted by nellaey


    You smiled down at your captured hand, pale fingers intertwined with yours. Draco’s hands were always cold, even in the middle of summer. It was as if he had just taken them out of an ice bath, and they were perfectly pristine as well. But that slowly changed, the longer you two were together. You took him out for more days under the sun, and gradually his pale flesh, though mostly unnoticeable, had gained some colour, along with a few spotted freckles. He groaned whenever he’d find a new one, but you’d just kiss the spot, telling him how cute it was. His hands stopped being so cold, and they grew rougher. One day, when exploring through the Forbidden Forest, he has cut his palm on a sharp branch. You fretted over his wound, and made sure it healed well, but it still left a nasty, jagged scar. Draco was ashamed of it, always avoiding holding your hand with his left one. But with lots of coaxing, he eventually came to like it, after you had pressed countless kisses onto the slightly raised flesh.

    “Everything about you is beautiful.” You’d tell him.

    “No. But I think you’re turning me into something beautiful.” He replied one day. And it was true.

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    “I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

    #8. Going through a crisis together.

    This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something…kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but…just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but…Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :

    (My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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    -You have to choose mister Wayne.

    -I…I can’t…how…how am I suppose to…

    -If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now. 

    Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?

    He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better…But he cannot feel better.

    He has to make an impossible choice.

    Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :

    -Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them. 

    His wife, or his child.

    How could he choose ?

    **********************

    He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you…but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do. 

    Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night. 

    He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness. 

    Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you…but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this…Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for…He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed. 

    He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling…But you wouldn’t. 

    Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”. 

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    Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 3.

    Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball. 

    PART ONE HERE.

    PART TWO HERE.

    EPILOGUE HERE.

    Originally posted by riverdalesource

    (GIF not mine.)

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    Betting On It

    Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

    Genre: Fluff

    Words: 2.5k

    A/N: so this was originally posted on a tumblr i shared with my friends (we no longer use it) but i really love the idea of it so i fixed it up a bit! 

    “Let’s make a bet.” You glance up at your best friend across the table. He has an evil glint in his eye, a sign telling you not to go with it but your curiosity gets the better of you.

    “What bet?” You tread cautiously.

    “Let’s go out on Valentine’s Day and see how many people mistaken us as a couple.” 

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    Shipped - Simon Minter

    Pairing: Simon Minter (Miniminter) & y/n
    Words: 1.7k+
    Warning(s): none
    Request/Summary: Simon one were fans constantly ship you both together and you’ve not met yet and you speak now and again through twitter and you meet at a youtuber party and he’s all cute and stuff happens, kiss etc.
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    You were going through your twitter mentions, getting somewhat fed up now with the amount of times people were talking about you and Miniminter. You had checked out a few of his videos after people started talking about how cute you both would be together.
    You came to a line of tweets that included video links, a time beside it that you should check out.
    Clicking on it you came to one of KSI’s videos, aptly named “Smash or Pass – Youtuber edition”. You sighed, having already seen a few other smash or pass videos where you were included.
    You skipped to the time that the tweets told you about and played it from there.
    ‘Y/n Y/l/n’ JJ read out, a smirk on his face. CalFreezy and Callux with him on the black sofa.
    Immediately all three boys stared at something behind the camera.
    ‘Simonnnn, you wanna get in here to answer this?’ Lux teased.
    You heard faint disagreeing behind the setup, and then a reluctant groan as someone obviously pushed him in front of the camera.
    ‘You know, personally, I would smash,’ JJ said, chuckling at the rest of them.
    Lux went next, ‘You know, maybe take her out on a date, see how it goes…’ he answered, all the boys groaning because of it.
    Freezy was next, ‘Smash, and I’ve seen her cook on her vlogs so maybe wife-ing afterwards.’
    They all looked up at Simon expectantly, ready for his answer.
    He mumbled something that the camera couldn’t pick up.
    ‘What was that Simon?’ JJ said, cupping his had around his ear.
    ‘Smash, but onl-‘ he answered more clearly, but got cut off by all the boys going crazy about how he openly admitted to wanting to smash you.

    You went off the video when they had moved on to the next person and Simon had walked out of shot with a blush on his cheeks.
    Moving back to Twitter you began to create a new tweet, ‘@miniminter smash huh?’
    Posting it, you get a lot of replies from excited viewers, but then a notification came through.
    ‘@miniminter has mentioned you in a tweet.’
    Going to your twitter, you found what he replied, ‘@y/twitter/n I’m down if you are 😏’
    You retweeted it, but decided not to reply just to leave the viewers in suspense.
    You put your phone on silent and placed it face down on your desk, getting ready to film a new video.

    Two hours later, after turning your equipment off, you picked up your phone, seeing that you had a load of notifications from twitter mentions, which only happened if someone verified tweeted you.
    Going on to your Twitter you found that a load of your friends and fellow YouTubers had tweeted both you and Simon, with only your ship name.
    You went onto your general mentions from everyone else and found that everyone was going crazy about your tiny interaction earlier.

    ~

    You were now on your way to Summer in the city. It was about a week after the whole thing with you and Simon had blown up and it had finally died down, although not by a lot. You were still getting tweets everyday about how cute the both of you would be together.
    Arriving at the venue, you and a few other YouTube friends took a walk about, seeing where everything was and meeting viewers along the way.
    You were currently speaking to a small group of three girls and two boys, having already taken pictures with them but glad that you were able to talk to them properly.
    You were talking about other YouTubers that they enjoyed when Simon came up in the conversation, all of them immediately gushing about how cute the two of you would be together.
    “Have you met him?” one of the boys asked.
    You shook your head, for someone that you were shipped with so much, you would have thought that you would have met, but unfortunately that had not happened yet.
    “He’s around here somewhere, I haven’t seen him but it’s all over Twitter that he’s here.” The other guy said.

    You hadn’t seen Simon all day, being swamped by viewers and seeing other friends that you had not seen in months, it was a busy day.
    You and a few of your friends you had met throughout the day decided to go and have dinner before you went to the party that one of the ‘bigger’ YouTubers were hosting in their house.
    So, as most people do, they go to Nando’s.
    About 30 minutes into your meal you hear a very identifiable laugh that you couldn’t mistake. Ethan.
    Glancing round to the source of the noise you saw the seven boys and a few of their friends, laughing amongst themselves, looking round at you and your table. You eventually found Simon sitting at the end of the table, looking down with a blush on his cheeks.
    You smiled to yourself, but was broken out of your thoughts by someone yelling y/s/n (your and Simon’s ship name). You feel your cheeks go red as you snap your head back to where you previously where, resuming to eat your food and pretending that you didn’t hear them.

    You arrived at the ginormous house, luckily there were no neighbouring houses as you could hear the music from down the street.
    Your friends dispersed as soon as you all stepped through the door, leaving you to your own devices. Deciding to get a drink so you don’t look overly awkward standing by yourself, you walked in the direction you assumed was the kitchen.
    You poured yourself a drink, setting down the bottle you felt a hand tap on your shoulder lightly, as if they didn’t know if they actually wanted your attention.
    You turned to see the overly tall, slightly red headed boy that had been flooding your mentions recently.
    “Hi,” you said, a smile on your face, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You laughed.
    He smiled in response, “Hi, I’m really sorry for the boys earlier, they joke a lot about it at home but I didn’t think they would do it when you were about.” His faced turned from happy to nervous.
    “It’s okay, my friends do it to me too,” you smiled, looking at your feet.
    You both talked back and forth, about YouTube and your videos, a flirty comment made now and again.
    He leaned in beside your ear as the music had seemingly gotten louder.
    “You look really pretty tonight.” He whispered, rocking back on your heels.
    In your flustered moment after hearing that you quickly responded with, “So do you!” until you realised what you had said.
    “Crap, no, sorry, I didn’t me-” you were cut off abruptly by Simon, a chuckle coming from his mouth.
    “It’s okay, I knew what you meant.”
    “It’s the first time we meet and we’re already crappily flirting with each other,” you laugh, taking a sip of your drink.
    “Excuse me, this is my finest flirting thank you very much,” he joked back, pretending to look offended.

    You both decided it was too loud in the house to properly talk, taking a walk in the large garden instead. Although it was relatively dark out, it was lined with fairy lights, allowing the pretty flowers and walkways to be seen.
    “So what do you like to do?” he asked.
    “Well, assuming that you’ve seen my videos, I do skits and vlogs and stuff.” You replied, looking up at him while walking along slowly.
    “Yeah, but what do you like to do when you’re not in front of a camera,” he asked.
    You were somewhat stumped at his question, as no one had really asked you it before.
    “Well I like to cook, and bake. I used to do gymnastics when I was a bit younger, stuff like that.”
    You both spoke for what seemed like hours about your lives outside of YouTube, hobbies and interests, talking about some ‘drama’ about past relationships that had you had both been in, some that had been public and some that had not.
    As you were both walking, rambling about everything, you felt his hand intertwine your fingers together, but continued talking, giving it a small squeeze in recognition.

    You got to the edge of the garden, finding a wooden door in the wall that was surrounded on all sides with vines and flowers. We both looked at each other, silently questioning if we should go through it. Shrugging, you opened the stiff door, and with a little help from Simon you saw what was on the other side.
    A gorgeous little beach was in front of you, a few steps lined with lights leading the way to the white sand and waves lapping onto the edge of it.
    You ran down the small number of steps, down towards where the moonlight was shining on the light waves. The ocean was one of your favourite places to relax, the sounds calming you completely.
    You felt Simon’s presence behind you, his hands coming to your waist to gently turn you around, him moving to stand in front of you. His hands grasped your waist tighter as your hands came up to join at the base of his neck.
    You smiled up at him, seeing his eyes flicker from yours to your lips and back again.
    “Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.
    You nod lightly, moving to meet his lips in the middle. His hands moving so that one was cupping your jaw, and the other on your lower back. You both smiled into the kiss, a feeling of happiness consuming the two of you.
    You heard yelling interrupting the serene moment. Parting your kiss, you looked over to where the noise was coming from, seeing the boys and your friends cheering you both on, chanting your ship name over and over again.
    You felt a blush come over your cheeks as you hid your face in Simon’s chest, feeling embarrassed at the sheer amount of your friends that had just seen you kiss, knowing that there would be so much teasing happening over the next couple of days.

    You felt Simon lean down and whisper in your ear, “Wanna go on a date sometime?”

    Aches and Pains

    Castiel x Reader

    Word Count: 2.2k

    Warnings: mention of sleeplessness, fluff, ALL OF THE SMUT.

    A/N: Titles are not one of my strengths. Anyway, and this was an Anon request that I got a few days ago. I hope it’s okay… Enjoy?

    Anon Request – “hello love! i absolutely adore your writing and i wish i had the kind of motivation you do. but i don’t, so i have a request! do you think you could do one about human!cas being tense and sore and having issues sleeping so the reader (who’s like secretly in love with him) offers to give him a massage and some tips on how to get to sleep better??? maybe throw in some smut (teaching him to jerk it??? idk whatever you like) you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable. thanks doll

    The moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall made your stomach sink. For the last three weeks, you knew Cas had been having trouble sleeping, but tonight was the worst so far. You had just ended a big hunt, Cas’s first as a human. He as having a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t some tough, invincible Angel of the Lord anymore. And worse, he needed to sleep, which meant nightmares.

    You turned over in bed as you tried to drown out the former angel’s cries. But it was no use, he was miserable, and you needed to help him. You loved him, and you couldn’t leave him like this.

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