i always think he gives me the finger

“You can feel in the streets that everyone is worried. We come from a very small town. The engine of our entire economy is a candy factory, and people are getting laid off. I don’t like my job. I package the candies and I have to stay indoors all day. When I was younger, I would think about quitting. My bags were always packed. But everything changes when you feel a small hand gripping your finger. Now I’m terrified of losing my job. Every morning we have a routine. Whenever I don’t feel like going to work, he says ‘come here,’ and he gives me a hug, and that changes me. He’s my battery charger.”

(Cordoba, Argentina)

What it would be like to date Shin Hoseok/ Wonho:

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  • shy smiles whenever you look at him, there is nothing more precious than his shy smile.
  • he flexes his muscles at you, but you call him cute… he melts into a wonho shaped puddle on the floor.
  • the amount of bunny teddies that are around his room makes you wonder if he loves them more than you
  • you never ask for a jumper, he gives you them.

“I always make sure that I buy more than I need when it comes to jumpers, because I know you would steal them”

“but then they wont smell like you”

“Oh, I sleep in them when I buy them and then hide them for you to think that you found them”

“oh, smart”

  • He toys with your fingers when your sat together. Your legs over his lap with your body turned towards his. he’ll lace his fingers in yours and just play with them.
  • hes cringey cute.

“Baby? Have I told you how beautiful you are to me?”

“yeah, at least four or fi-”

“you’re beautiful”

“Six, six times”

  • he likes to work out, when he’s at home with you. But… Depends if you do or not, you’ll help him. either clinging to his back like a koala while he does push ups.
  • you take secret candid  photos of him when he’s laughing. His laugh, a the way he laughs is like watching butterflies fly.
  • You save every single one of his selfies.
  • You sometimes read his fanfiction, while trying to keep a straight face but you can’t. it’s too much and he sits across from you with a werid look on his face.

It’s about to get NSFW:

  • he’s sweet, tentitve to you.
  • but, hot and passionate at the same time
  • surprise Saturdays, maybe freaky Fridays; you know, to keep it interesting.
  • he teases you, leaning into kiss you. slightly brushing his lips against yours, but pulls away to do something else
  • you love how dirty minded he can get when alone


  • You don’t keep pyjamas at his place, you just wear his clothes
  • he plays with your hair
  • he souts NEOYA around the flat because NEOYA
  • you love seeing his bed head on a morning, with his sleep puffy face.
  • whenever your near something with heights, you hold his hand and his grip is deathly.
  • He does cry easily, but to you, it’s sweet. He’s passionate with his emotions.
  • He talks with his emotions, he doesn’t hide them very well and this for you, is easier to be able to decipher him
  • he sulks
  • WONHO AND SWEATER PAWS
  • he sings in the shower, but its off key
  • his singing is more sweet when hes bein cute, it’s soft and barely audible
  • he’s the type who will do anything you want, mainly because he want to do it too
  • you like seeing wonho after he practices or works out because he’s sweaty.
  • he texts you every night before he sleeps. Not the cringey type where he says “I love you baby” with a thousand heart emojis. It’ll be something endearing like, “ I love you, you little nerd” with one heart emoji or something
  • he’s protective, but not overly. He doesn’t mind if you rough house with boys but as soon as he hears you whine with a pain, he’s by your side in an instant babying you
  • he isn’t possessive, he gets a little jealous sometimes; but he trusts you.
  • random compliments for dayss
  • he does the heavy lifting after you have tried and struggled a few times, you know, before you admit defeat.
  • he phones his parents everyday, hour long conversations where you do weird stuff to make him laugh.
  • the man just always smells nice??? he could be sweating profusely and still smell like an angel that wiped their ass on cotton candy
  • hug from behind, his muscular arms enciricling you into a warm embrace.
  • after a long day, he would fall asleep on you. Head on your chest and his arms around your waist.
  • when just chilling together, he lays with his head on your lap.
  • you find it hilarious when he gets cocky or over confident
  • though his confidence does actually give you quite the heart-boner
  • instead of you being the one wanting to adopt, like, a thousand doggos (you do) but he’s the one that never stops talking about it.
  • you join in on his activities, you can do them so why not
  • when crossing the street, he subconsciously grabs your hand.
  • skinship is strong with this one.

you should watch this tho  ( WONHO LAUGHING FOR FIVE MINUTES )

Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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On Your Left - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 4754

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving), Choking, Captain America quotes hidden throughout 

Notes: This is what happens when I ask the girls what they want me to write next. They say “Write Thomas! Make it kinky!” 

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BTS Most to Least Likely to Date a Chubby/Curvy Girl

Request:  bts mtl to date a chubby girl? like a not chubby but like curvy ? thank you !

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Seokjin

I totally see Jin as the guy who would date a curvy girl in an instant. I actually believe I read something somewhere that stated he was into curvier/chubbier girls! I think he would be naturally drawn to curvier girls and would enjoy cooking with/for her!

Yoongi

I believe that Yoongi would date girls with all different sorts of body types - he’s a man of variation. I don’t doubt he would be into a girl with killer curves!

Taehyung

To me, Tae gives off the vibe that he would want to date someone super cuddly and squishy, and if she was curvy, that would just add onto his attraction to her.

Namjoon

This boy would totally be into curvy/chubby girls  ‎( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he’d love hugging her and running his fingers up and down her sides(in an innocent way pLS). I have a feeling he would also just admire her, no matter how her body looked, she’d always be beautiful in his eyes

Hoseok

I feel like Hoseok would love a girl with curves and/or was chubby. I totally think he would find her adorable and would love giving her piggy back rides if she ever felt insecure about herself and he’d think she would be the cutest thing ever~

Jungkook

Little Jungkookie wouldn’t mind his girlfriend’s weight, whether she was chubby or not, etc - as long as she has nice legs  ‎( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jimin

Jiminie seems like he would prefer a girl who is very active like him and honestly, he seems a tad bit strict on his ideal type’s height and weight, which makes me put him last bc he gives off the vibe that he really likes girls who are smaller than him in general. But that doesn’t make me doubt that he would date a curvy girl! I think he would really just like someone who could physically keep up with him and has a lot of energy.

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Still Mad // Luke Hemmings

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A/N: I am back bitches! I haven’t written in like months xD Anyway, I hope you like this, feedback is appreciated and don’t hesitate to drop in a request or talk to me anytime!




You could be overreacting but you did feel a little hurt. For the past three hours, you had been trying to catch Luke’s attention but your boyfriend was too busy paying attention to the friend from back home. You weren’t that girl who stopped her boyfriend from talking to every or any girl, let alone his old friend.

You understood that Luke wanted to spend time with Alice and you were completely fine with it. You just wished he wouldn’t ignore your existence like he was doing right now. Maybe he could include you in the conversation he was having or ask you to sit with him or hell, even a smile in your direction would suffice. But he didn’t do any of those. Instead he spent the entire party talking to the pretty girl with bright eyes from back home. Yes, you were quite satisfied with your looks but Alice, who looked impeccable without even trying made your self confidence go a notch lower.

You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the two old friends. The party was at full swing around you. The chattering of people blended into the loud, thumping music that vibrated through the apartment. Shaking your head, you silently scolded yourself for feeling this way. You’re not going to be that girl, Y/N.

But saying you weren’t jealous or hurt would be a lie. And what better way to numb your pain than downing the cheap beer in the red cups.

You weaved your way through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. Or some drinks.

You were through with five cups of the cheap alcohol and very tipsy when you saw a tipsier Michael approach you.

“Y/N!!” He drawled out your name, slinging an arm around you. “Come dance with us!”

You giggled as the weight of Michael’s hand made you spill a little of the alcohol in your sixth cup. “Mikey?’ You questioned seriously.

“Hmm?” His glazed eyes looked down on you.

“Is this… Is this a dance party?” You slurred your words.

Michael looked down at the floor thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes Y/N, I think it is.”

You smiled widely, downed the alcohol and then raced to where people were already swaying to the beat. The alcohol was buzzing through your system and you felt alive and energetic. A little too energetic.

“DANCE PARTYYY!” You yelled and several other drunk people joined the hooting. And for the first time in the night as you moved to the rhythm, you had your mind off of Luke.




You didn’t know how long it had been since your impromptu “dance party” or how much more alcohol you had drank since but here you were, doing karaoke on top of a table. Your black heels were discarded off somewhere, your hair was a mess and sweat dripped from your forehead. “YOU’RE THE REASON THE ONLY REA-”

You were abruptly cut off when your microphone- the television remote- was snatched from your hands. You looked down at your boyfriend, his blue eyes a little annoyed.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Luke, I’m having fun,” you whined. “Give me back my rem- my microphone.”

Luke swatted your hand that reached out to grab the remote and gently, but firmly, pulled you down the table. “No, Y/N, you’re making  fool of yourself.”

You frowned. So now he cares. “No, Lucas, I’m having fun.” You yanked your arm out of his grip. “And these people actually pay attention to me, even though I’m not their girlfriend.”

“What are you-”

“DON’T STOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” you cut him off which he reciprocated by putting his hand on your mouth.

“Let me spea-”

“EVERY TIME YOU MOVE TO THE BEAT IT GETS-”

“Y/N, stop!” Luke said, angrily. He grabbed your hand and lead you out of that room.

“Quite a classy one you got yourself there, Hemmings.” Alice said, still seated on the couch where the two were previously sitting.

That snarky remark set you off. ”Watch what you say, you bitch!” You spat out.

“Y/N!” Luke reprimanded.

You scoffed. “Oops, sorry! Not classy enough or you, I forgot.”

Luke glared at you to be quiet. He then turned to Alice,”Sorry, but we’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.” He moved closer to wrap his arms around her and even went as far as to peck her on the cheek. You frowned and turned away, your heart hurting at the sight of him being so affectionate with someone who wasn’t you. Someone who he had been giving all the attention instead of you.

You waited by the door as Luke returned after saying his goodbyes, your heels in his hands. As soon as he reached you, you grabbed the black stilettos out of his hand and proceeded to walk out without him towards the car. You waited as he unlocked the car and stepped in, closing the door a little too loud.

The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Luke’s hand were clenched around the wheel, knuckles white while you chose to stare out the window at the passing cars. Instead of dropping you off at your own place, Luke chose to drive you to his own apartment. He wasn’t going to leave your drunk ass alone. So he wasn’t a complete douche.

“What is going on with you?” Luke asked as soon as you stepped inside. You dropped the heels by the door and Luke tossed the keys on the couch. “Why have you been acting so weird today?”

You turned to face him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Why have I been acting weird? Why have you been acting weird the past few days?”

Luke scowled. “What are you on about?”

“Of course you don’t know,” you sighed and headed to get some water from the kitchen. Luke followed you.

“Don’t just walk out like that.”

“Well then you shouldn’t just ignore me like that,” you smiled sarcastically continuing to sip on the cold water you retrieved from the fridge.

Luke rolled his eyes,”Of course this is about you needing attention.”

You slammed the bottle on the kitchen counter. Your intoxicated brain heightened you emotions, making your eyes water.

“No, Luke, this is about you being a complete dick to me the past few days. This is about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest, ”completely ignoring your girlfriend’s existence when your friend from back home arrived. This about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest again as he stepped back, ”choosing to give the girl, who by the way flirts with you every chance she gets, all your attention,” a smack to his chest as he took another step back. “This about you being an absolute asshole to me.”

You were about to hit his broad chest yet again when he caught hold of your hands just in time. In a second, his strong arms had flipped the two of you around. The argument flew out of the window when your back hit the kitchen wall and his mouth was pressed to yours. His hands slipped around your waist, pinning you against the wall. Your fingers found their way into his curly blonde hair. His lips moved against yours, the soft pink flesh grinding against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours. He groaned against your mouth as you tugged lightly on his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress riding up your thigh.

His palms were cupping your face when the two of you finally had to break apart for air and immediately after, Luke’s lips were attached to your neck. He pressed wet kisses all along the curve of your neck, nibbling and sucking gently on your soft skin.

“Lu- Luke…” He made it hard for you to speak. Luke knew you were sensitive near the neck and he took all advantage of it. You pulled his head away from your neck, smiling softly. “Lucas, I’m still mad at you.”

His blue eyes, darker under the dim light, stared into yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“It hurt.”

“I’ll heal it, I swear. I’m really, really sorry.” He smiled at you apologetically.

“I’m not sure I’m classy enough to forgive you,” you taunted, a smirk gracing your lips.

“Y/N,” Luke whined. “You called her a bitch before I could even defend you.”

“Didn’t think you’d defend me,” you answered, fingers playing with he soft curls at the back oh his neck.

“Hey, I’ll always stand up for you,” he said, meaningfully as he bumped his forehead to yours. You smiled before giving him a small peck on his forehead.

“Y/N,” he called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement.

“You said you’re still mad at me right?” He questioned.

You nodded, a teasing grin on your face.

A cheeky smile came on to Luke’s face as he said, ”So does that mean we can have angry sex?”

talk about you (like you put the stars in the sky)

(written for @ransomweek and also @hoenursey bc i promised i would)

“We’re gonna die,” Nursey says, clinging to Ransom’s hand as they make their way up the trail. “Babe. We’re literally gonna die.”

Ransom laughs. “We’re not gonna die, Derek.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Nursey’s making a face at his back. “You only call me Derek when we’re in bed or you’ve convinced me to do something terrible.”

“That is–” Ransom thinks about it. “Huh. Goddamn, bro, you’re right.”

There’s a sudden scramble and a yelp, and Nursey’s grip on Ransom’s hand jerks. Random turns in time to catch him by the elbow as he slips. “I told you,” Nursey whines, letting Ransom help him back up. “We’re gonna die. What the fuck made you think hiking at night was a good idea?”

Random grins, leaning forward. There’s enough moonlight trickling through the trees for him to find Nursey’s nose, and he plants a kiss on it. “The fact that I’ve done this with my dad and sisters since I was a kid,” he says, “and I wanted to show my city boyfriend the view.”

“It’s dark,” Nursey protests, letting Ransom start tugging him gently up the trail again. “How’re we supposed to see anything?”

“Baby, you know what night vision is. Now you’re whining just to whine.”

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Let Us Know (PolyHamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)

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You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.

This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.

“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.

You giggle and shake your head.

“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.

Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.

“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”

John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.

“Gil,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.

“You want on too, ma douce?”

John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.

“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”

You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.

“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.

You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.

“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.

“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”

“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.

“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.

“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.

“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.

“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”

“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.

He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.

“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.

“Are you sure, mon ange?”

“I disagree baby girl.”

“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”

You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.

“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”

He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.

“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”

They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.

Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”

He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”

Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.

“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.

You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.

“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.

They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.

“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?

“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.

You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.

Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.

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Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.

Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.

Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.

Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.

Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.

Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.

Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.

All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.

You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.

You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?

Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.

You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.

When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.

You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.

“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”

The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.

“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”

They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.

“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??

“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.

And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!

“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”

“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”

They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.

“Baby girl…”

“My love…”

“Mon ange..”

“Cupcake…”

They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.

The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.

After two hours had passed they grew worried.

“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.

“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach

Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.

Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.

“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you….”

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

You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.

You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.

Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.

You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.

After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.

“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”

“But Angie”-

“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.

Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.

“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”

You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.

“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.

“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.

“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”

“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.

You laugh and shake your head.

“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.

“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.

“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”

The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.

Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”

“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”

She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.

“Non, we can come get her.”

“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”

The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.

“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.

“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.

The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.

“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.

“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.

“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.

Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.

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The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.

Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.

“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.

“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.

She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.

“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.

They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.

As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.

Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”

As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.

You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”

The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.

“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”

“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”

“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”

You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.

“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”

You look at him confused.

“A little something?”

You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.

Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.

“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.

We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.

It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…

Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.

The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel

Then let me show you now that I’m for real

If all things in time, time will reveal
Yeah

As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
Yeah (yeah)

You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.

It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out

And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe

And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far

Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart

Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.

Cause,
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.

Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun

I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun

You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine

You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time

As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles. And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.

“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.

“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.

“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.

“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.

“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.

“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.

“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.

Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.

“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.

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When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.

“What is it Gil?”

“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”

“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”

“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”

“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”

You look at each of them and nod.

“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

Alex shakes his head at you.

“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.

And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.

And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.

The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.

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Don’t say a word while we dance with the devil. {x}

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word count: 5.5k

genre: smut/angst

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Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
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Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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Pairing: Yuta x (female) reader
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Genre: smut; fuckboy!Yuta
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Warning: drugs and alcohol possession, sex while intoxicated, sex while buzzed, sex while high



It was dark as people grinded against each other. The music pumping through their veins, giving them confidence, letting the rhythm control their body.

You leaned against the wall and took a drag of the joint that was passed to you. You held it in before exhaling the smoke that formed into ‘Os’.

“That’s so basic, I could do better.” Your best friend Sanah commented before taking a drag herself.

You giggled and ran your fingers through your hair. You reached for your beer bottle and downed the rest of your beer. The buzz and high you felt clouding your mind. This was exactly what you needed and you didn’t think anyone could ruin the tranquil state you were in right now.

“I see you decided to come after all princess.”

You spoke too soon.

“Free weed is free weed. I’m here for the alcohol too.” You commented standing up from your spot on the floor. You sauntered towards the kitchen to poor yourself a drink. You were gonna need it if you had to deal with him.

The douchiest guy on earth was talking to you and honestly you’d rather be anywhere else than near him. Nakamoto Yuta is literally just a bunch of walking hormones.

“Is that really all princess?”

“Hm let me think,” You said pretending to ponder other reasons, “Weed, alcohol, a bit of dancing? Yeah that’s pretty much it.”

You poured the both of you a shot of vodka and passed his glass over to him. Yuta smirked and set his shot down. He leaned closer and pressed his lips onto your jaw making his way down your neck.

“I know that’s not all you want. I’ll be right here to give it to you when you’re ready. Whether it’s here, in the living room, or in my bedroom. I’m always ready.” Yuta whispered in your ear. His fingers splayed across your waist as he closed whatever space was left between you two.

“I know, so I suggest you go find someone else to stick Yuta Jr. in. Looks like he’s ready to play.”

You finished your shot and pushed your empty glass in his hand. You were here to have fun so that was exactly what you were going to do. You strutted towards the dance floor and found someone who caught your eye. Smirking, you motioned for him to come near you. Your hips swayed and your hand pushed back your hair.

“What is a girl like you doing all alone?”

“I’m not alone anymore am I?” You asked innocently as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m all yours.” He responded as his hands began roaming your body.

“Good, because I need someone to entertain me.”

You turned around, rolling your hips against him, and grinded into his pelvis. You laid your head against his shoulder and let your body take control of itself.

You tilted your head and saw Yuta leaning against the wall smoking his blunt with a girl palming him through his jeans and kissing his chest. If looks could kill, you and this stranger would be dead on the spot.

Which made this even more fun.

You never said you didn’t like being a tease. You liked making him suffer, he deserved it anyway. Besides it looks like he found someone to get him off already.

“Alright everyone let’s play spin the bottle!” Yuta exclaimed with his eyes trained on you.

You scoffed at his immaturity. Spin the bottle? Really Yuta?

“You’re getting laid tonight, let’s go!”  Sanah said excitedly, pulling you away from the stranger you were pressed against. She set you down next to her causing you to be right across from Yuta.

“I’ll go first.” Yuta stated laying the empty beer bottle on the floor.

You scoffed and watching the bottle spin. Yuta sat down next to the same girl he was leaning against the wall with. You rolled your eyes at how she just threw herself at him. Was that even necessary? Wait, why are you even bothered by this? Was it the weed making you feel this way?

“It’s slowing down.” Sanah whispered.

“I don’t care.” You commented still staring at Yuta’s new toy. She was straddling his lap and you hated it. Who did she think she was? Fuck, maybe it was the weed.

“Well you should.”

You averted your eyes to see the end of the bottle pointing at you.

“Well princess are you just gonna sit there?”

“Spin it again.”

“Can’t, we have to kiss for ten seconds. Rules are rules.” Yuta chuckled, he must really be enjoying this. The girl climbed off of him, giving you a dirty look as she moved. You rolled your eyes and crawled towards the middle.

“Sit on daddy’s lap princess.”

Yeah, he was enjoying this too much. How did this even happen? Out of so many people the bottle had to land on you. He held your waist as you straddled his lap. You sighed and leaned down to meet his lips.

“Just this once Nakamoto.” You whispered.

“We’ll see about that.”

Yuta closed the remaining gap between you two. You could hear the cheers going on around you. You knew everyone would definitely lose their shit. You and Yuta running around each other was a known thing around campus.

You could taste the alcohol and marijuana in his mouth. His lips were so soft against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. He nibbled on your lip and sucked on it. You pulled away, your lips covered with a sheen of saliva.

“That wasn’t ten seconds.” Yuta stated pulling you closer by your shirt.

“That was definitely ten seconds.”

“No, I say that was about five seconds. Now I’m losing my patience.”

“You poor thing. What do you want me to do about it then?”

Yuta lifted up your shirt until your bra was revealed. His hands groping the covered mounds on your chest. Fuck, it felt so good you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan.

“I want a little more than just a kiss. Put on a little show for me.”

You removed your top and threw it towards Sanah. “Do as you wish. You have five seconds.”

You leaned down and reconnected your lips. The kiss between you two was rougher than before. His hands massaging your breast through your bra. You could sense the sexual tension in the air, but you didn’t mind. You could hear mutters of profanity and grunts around you. You rolled your hips down eliciting a groan from the boy. Yuta licked your bottom lip and you gasped. He took that as an opportunity for his tongue to invade your mouth. You could feel yourself getting soaked the longer this went on. You couldn’t give him all the satisfaction, so you pulled away crawled off of his lap.

“Your ten seconds are up.”

Yuta stared at your figure as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes glued to your chest.

“I think I’ll keep my shirt off for a little while. It’s a little hot in here, don’t you think?”

Yuta clenched his jaw and roughly set his girl toy on his lap. He then began to kiss her aggressively, teeth clashing and tongues pressed against each other. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. Yet his eyes were wide open and glued to you and only you.

You could feel your blood boiling at the sight. You stood up and grabbed your top from Sanah’s hands. You weren’t going to let him get to you. He was the number one fuckboy of them all. You should be used to this by now. It’s not worth it.

Getting your feelings hurt wasn’t worth it.

You slipped on your shirt and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Fuck him, fuck boys, and fuck parties. You poured yourself a shot, but decided against. What were you even doing? Were you really this weak? You took a deep breath and went to drink straight out of the bottle. You needed to go from buzzed and high to on the verge of death.

“Woah slow down, I think you’ve had enough.” Someone said taking the bottle out of your hand. You wiped your mouth and leaned against the wall, your eyes trained on the boy in front of you. Couldn’t they just disappear for a little while?

“I don’t think I’ve had enough.”

The stranger chuckled softly at your slightly slurred speech.

“Trust me sweetheart, you have.” He retorted, running his fingers through your hair. He leaned his arm against the wall behind you and stared intently in your eyes. You had to admit he was cute, but a little too cute.

Seemed cocky too.

“Since you want to tell me how much I can take, what’s your name?”

“Taeyong, yours?”

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you.”

“Trust me princess the pleasure is all mine.” He whispered in your ear.

You smirked and pushed yourself off of the wall. “Lets dance.” Even though you were borderline drunk and pretty high, you managed to keep your balance steady just a tad bit.

You leaned against Taeyong and let him be your guide. Your hips rocked with his to the music. You could feel the heat from everyone on the dance floor. Taeyong slid his hands underneath your shirt and made contact with your bare skin. His fingers tracing little patterns on your sides. He pulled you closer so you were leaning right against his hips.

“I know something that’s way more fun than just dancing.”

“What is that exactly?” You asked pretending to be clueless.

You felt his hand slide into your jeans and inch their way down further and further. Was he really going to touch you while everyone was around.

“Shit!” You hissed as his hand slowly rubbed your pussy.

Okay maybe he was.

You bit your lip and giggled into his neck. Your hand gripping his shirt. You thrusted your hips a little to get more friction.

“You like that, yeah? Such a dirty girl, getting off while everyone’s watching. I like that.”

Taeyong sped up his pace and pressed your hips down against yours. His hand slipped under your panties and played with your wet folds.

“Fuck, Taeyong..”

“I can make you feel so good tonight baby.”

He pulled his hand out of your jeans and licked the juices off his fingers. You licked your lips and nodded in agreement. There’s nothing wrong with hooking up with a stranger anyway.

“Let me get ready, I’ll be right back.”

You smirked and swayed your hips as you walked away. Fuck you were so gone, you needed to freshen up a little. You opened a door only to find someone you were hoping you wouldn’t run into.

“Sorry I was looking for the bathroom.” You muttered. You began closing the door when he replied.

“Looked like you were having a lot of fun down there with that guy.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “That’s none of your business Yuta. Although you and that girl were a little close too.”

“That’s none of your business, Y/N.”

Yuta stared at you from his bed. Joint in between his fingers as he blew out the smoke that clouded his lungs. His eyes dark in the low lighting.

“Who are you to tell me who to hook up with?”

Yuta chuckled and stood up from his spot. He then calmly made his way over to you, his expression sultry. Before you knew it he yanked you from the doorframe and slammed the door shut, your back roughly hitting against it.

“You should obey daddy.”

He took a long drag and slowly blew the smoke in your face. His red eyes trained on you, studying your facial features. His thumb grazed over your lips, to your chin, and down your neck.

“Should I obey? I heard you liked your girls naughty.”

“Don’t forget sweetheart, naughty girls get punished.” He whispered in your ear. The feel of his breath tickling your skin sent shivers down your spine.

You shouldn’t give in, you shouldn’t give in.

“Punish me, daddy.”

Yuta smirked in response, his lips already attacking your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes. You shouldn’t give in, but oh god did you want to. You bent your neck to the side to give him more room.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to dominate you in front of everyone. Show every guy who was jerking off to the sight of you who you belonged to.” Yuta growled.

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

“You belong to me and me only. You belong to daddy and daddy needs his babygirl right now.”

Yuta lifted up your shirt to remove it, while you unbuttoned his pants. Fuck your conscience. Fuck the warning signs. You want him right here, right now. The thought of his cock intruding your walls made you so wet it was unbearable.

“I need you so badly daddy, it hurts!” You whined, dropping on to your knees and placing your mouth on his clothed erection.

“Why don’t you take good care of me baby? Show me just how talented your mouth is. Show me you deserve daddy’s huge throbbing cock.”

Your fingers hurriedly reached to pull down his boxers. Your mouth salivating at the thought. You practically moaned at the sight of his stiff cock. Precum already dripping from his tip.

“It’s so big, daddy.” You praised. You slowly licked a long strip on the side of his member. Yuta hissed and grabbed at your hair with hand, the other tightly holding his blunt in between his fingers.

You steadily placed your mouth over his cock. His moans giving you confidence. The slight taste of his come lingering on the tip of your tomgue causing you to want more. You wrapped your hands around the base and began bobbing your head. Your tongue licking the sides.

“Fuck, that’s it babygirl! Shit! Keep going, make daddy come.”

You hollowed your cheeks and picked up the pace, taking him as deep as you possibly could. Yuta roughly grabbed you by your hair and thrusted into your mouth. His tip hitting the back of your throat, making tears swell up. You moaned around his cock which sent a shiver down his spine.

“Fuck, Y/N! I want you to choke on this cock! Make me proud, show me how much of a good girl my princess is! That’s right baby, right there.” Yuta hissed grabbing the back of your neck with his free hand. He was so close to being pushed over the edge.

Yuta inhaled the drug and exhaled directly in your face. The alcohol and weed making him dizzy.

He loved it.

Yuta pulled out and started pumping his member to bring himself closer to his climax.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded.

You did as you were told and opened your mouth as widely as you could. His grunts and moans getting to you. Fuck, you were throbbing so much it hurt. Suddenly Yuta came all over your face. His come hit your cheek, chin, lips, and even some on your chest. Some of it made its way into your mouth.

“Such a pretty picture. Daddy’s seed all over you. Dripping from your chin onto your breasts.”

You licked your lips and pulled him down for a kiss. Your tongue exploring his mouth as you devoured his lips. Yuta pulled away to lick his come off of your cheek and chin. As he went to kiss you, you sucked on his tongue and let it invade your mouth.

“Such a nasty girl.” He muttered, smirking.

He lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He took a swig of alcohol from the bottle next to his bed and stared at your form. You whined and squirmed around waiting for him to do something.

“I never thought I’d see the day where I have you in bed.”

“If you don’t do anything really fucking quick you won’t be seeing me in bed much longer.”

“Is that a threat princess?” Yuta growled.

“Just know I have someone else waiting for me downstairs. His fingers are like magic, I’m sure his tongue is even be-” You were caught off by Yuta’s grip on your neck. You thrusted your hips in response, you were getting more and more aroused by the second.

“You let him touch what was mine? You let his dirty fingers touch that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“Y-Yes daddy.”

“You’re in so much trouble babygirl.”

Yuta ripped your panties from your body and unhooked your bra. He pulled his shirt over his head and spread your legs apart. The burning in your thighs only heightened the pleasure you were getting out of this.

“You’ll be begging for mercy, you’ll regret even coming up here.”

He sucked and bit on your thighs wanting to leave marks behind. Your toes curled and you had to grip at the sheets. His teeth grazed the flesh and he licked over his marks.

He then slowly let his tongue touch your folds. You were soaking wet and it was driving him crazy. Your juices dripping onto the sheets. Your chest quickly rising because of your labored breaths. The way his tongue moved was painfully slow. You couldn’t stop squirming.

“Stay still or I’ll stop.”

You groaned and threw your head back. How could he say that to you? You were basically dying up here, does possess zero sympathy in his body?

“Yuta, please! Daddy go faster!”

Instead Yuta kept his steady pace. Torturing you as he sucked on your clit. You gasped at the pleasure and reached out for him, but he roughly slapped your hands away.

“Don’t touch me, I don’t think you’ve earned that privilege yet. Now stay still babygirl.”

Why was he doing this to you? You didn’t deserve this. You watched as Yuta lapped over your folds, your pussy glistening with his saliva. You were so close! At this rate you were gonna come so quickly.

“Yuta, stop! I’m gonna-”

“Come for me. I need to taste more of you. Shit, you taste so good. Such a good girl for daddy.”

With one more suck you finally found relief. He licked every drop of your juices and cleaned you up. He leaned over you and reached for a condom that was placed on the table next to you.

“No, I want to feel you. Only you.”

“Are you sure baby?”

“I’m on the pill, just oh god! Please fuck me raw, fuck me so hard I won’t be able to move.” You whimpered.

Yuta nodded and threw the condom back on the table. He readjusted your legs and lined himself up with your entrance. You were more than ready for him. The excitement building inside of you.

You groaned when you felt him entering you. The painful sensation causing you to bite your lip to silence your cries. You both couldn’t deny how good it felt though. Yuta has never experienced such a perfect feeling, the way your walls trapped him in tightly was holy. As if your body was crafted by the gods and goddesses themselves.

He took his time and cherished this moment of being so deep inside of you.

“Daddy, please!”

“Please what princess?”

“Harder!”

Yuta nodded and picked up his pace. He leaned down and his lips latched onto your neck. Sucking and biting on your pulse. The way his hips moved made you beg for more. You underestimated him, he was way better than you thought he would be. Euphoria spreading throughout your body. He rendered you speechless.

“There you go baby, that’s it. Do you love how daddy’s cock fills you up? You feel so good around me I never want to stop.”

Your nails scraped against his back leaving a trail of angry red marks behind. You clenched around him in response, bringing you both close to your orgasms.

“I’m so close Yuta, please!”

“Shit, me too!”

You groaned and dug your nails into his shoulders. Yuta pounded into you until you were a limp mess. Your legs felt numb and your hips were most likely bruised. You were so close and couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your voice screaming his name as you came all over his cock.

“Yuta please,” But he wasn’t finished yet. Yuta lifted your hips and adjusted the angle so he could push himself in even deeper. You arched your back and cried out. The room was spinning and you were sure this amount of pleasure was lethal.  

“Ngh- Fuck, Y/N!”

Yuta pulled out and shot his load all over your sensitive pussy and your hips. He collected some on his finger and brought it up to your lips. You sucked his fingers clean while keeping intense eye contact, this has to have been the best fuck you’ve ever had.

“Better than I thought princess, who knew you could be so nasty in bed.” Yuta commented as he searched for something to clean you up with.

“I never thought I’d say this, but you were better than all my past hookups combined.”

“So was that what that was? Just a hookup?” He asked before licking his come off of your woman hood.

“Yuta, stop I’m sensitive!” You exclaimed trying to push him away.

He simply chuckled and cleaned the rest up carefully with a wet towel. Leaving a quick kiss on the thigh in the process.

“You didn’t answer my question baby.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a hookup in the first place. At least not with you, but I wouldn’t mind if it was more. You’ve proven your worth.”

You turned towards his laid out figure and stared into his eyes. His fingers trailed back and forth from your thighs and hips to your side.

“So, this is gonna be a regular thing now?”

“If you keep bringing the weed and alcohol it can be.”

Yuta chuckled and pulled you closer. Oh, did he have plans for the both of you.

victorineb  asked:

Hooray for fluff! Can I ask for “Your bed head is really cute.” for Hannigram please? (Eeeee, your writing is so beautiful, I can't wait!)

Anything for you ♥ Post-season 3 cuddle husbands.


On the rare mornings that Will woke before Hannibal, he liked to lie in bed and watch the way the rising sun played upon his features. Pale grey at first, illuminating Hannibal’s skin like that of a marble statue. Then a warm rose that crept across his cheeks and progressed into the vibrant gold of dawn.

Sometimes he would twitch and turn away from the light. Today he stayed, mouth slightly parted and hair fanned out on the pillow. He looked younger like this, almost boyish.

Deceptively innocent, Will thought as he traced the crinkles at the corner of Hannibal’s eye. Hannibal’s nose wrinkled. He opened his eyes, blinking slowly and stretching beneath the covers like a cat.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he asked. He smiled at Will, sleepy and amused.

Will shook his head. “Nope, just looking. Your bed head is cute.”

The longer Hannibal’s hair grew, the more unmanageable it became in the mornings. A piece stood almost straight up on the pillow. Will combed his fingers through it in a failed attempt to tame it.

“You remember the morning I came over for coffee?”

“When you told me about your troubles with sleepwalking?”

Will nodded. “You were in that silk robe and pajamas. I couldn’t help but think to myself that waking up next to you must be an exercise in lowered self-esteem if you always crawl out of bed looking that put together,” he said. “Nice to find out I was wrong about that.”

“You did call to give me fair warning that you were coming over.”

Will remembered that call. He’d been so panicked, and then Hannibal had answered the door. He’d almost forgotten what he was there when he’d seen him. Hannibal had looked like something out of a Macy’s catalogue.

“Still, most people would throw on an undershirt and call it good.”

Hannibal shrugged and placed a hand on Will’s waist to drag him closer. “Perhaps I’d hoped to leave an impression on you.”

“That impression being?”

“That I might be someone you’d consider to waking up to.”

Will arched a brow at him. “That’s awfully manipulative of you. Arrogant too, considering we’d only recently met,” he teased.

Beneath the blankets, Hannibal sandwiched their feet together. He shifted closer until their foreheads were touching on the pillow. An errant strand of his hair was wedged between them. Will brushed it away with a soft laugh.

“But it seems I was successful,” Hannibal said, “and so the extra effort was worth it.”

“Even if it did take a few years to pay off.”

Hannibal kissed Will, sweet and gentle. He smiled.

“Yes. Even then.”


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anonymous asked:

Jamilton angst! (like one of them gets uber hurt or even dies or something) just...lotsa angst!

here’s a canon!era/reincarnation fic based on this au @exadorlion made that made me feel sad inside


“My dearest, Alexander,” Thomas smiled against his lover’s mouth despite the grim situation they were in, “Don’t fret, my love.” His hand lifted to cradle Alexander’s face. The motion was tender but their was an underlying possessiveness to it.

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Shape of You (9)

Oh hey look… Chapter 9 is probably my favorite just for the fact that it’s the fluffiest and cutest one so far….. so enjoy it.

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Chapter 9

Cassian didn’t even knock he just walked into the bedroom. I wouldn’t look at him as I pulled my hair out of its braid. He waited, trying to see if I would give. But after what he did, how he insulted me, laughed at me, I didn’t want to talk to him. We were back to where we started. Further than that really. I hadn’t been as angry with him as before.

Finally he broke the silence when I stood up off the bed. I started to turn away from him, but he cleared his throat.

“Nesta hey. I’m sorry,” he grabbed my hand, “but you weren’t focused and that can get you hurt. It can let Tomas win.”

“You didn’t have to laugh at me,” I spit the words at him, “you didn’t have to act as if training me out there was a fucking joke, Cassian.”

His eyes flashed, “I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at the way you were standing. Okay sorry,” he held up his hands, “it wasn’t a joke to me Nesta. I swear to you, I offered to help you. I wouldn’t ever make fun of you.”

The anger inside my chest died slowly as I watched his eyes simmer. It was all there inside those honey brown eyes, he was telling me the truth.

And I realized I was doing it again. I was finding a reason to run, a reason to push someone away. I was trying to ignore everything good about the person who broke through my walls and find that single reason, one stupid reason why this would never work. I was shutting down when I should’ve been opening up. I looked at Cassian and I realized standing there I didn’t want to push him away.

And that scared me more than anything else. Because I wanted him. I had never wanted someone the way I felt my heart, my body yearn for his.

I held his gaze for a second longer, letting my heart run through my emotions. There was fire in his eyes and the fight still simmered inside of me. I let out a slow breath but I didn’t want to fight with words. Suddenly Cassian understood and he pushed me back against the wall. His mouth collided with mine, a storm of teeth and lips battling as our bodies crashed against each other.


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A Blind Path Home, part 9

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part One   Part Two   Part Three Part Four   Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

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Thank you rorobarber for the prompt: “I’m never letting you go …not again”

(Gif not mine but writing is)

Separated

You sat on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the shade of a tree, frantically sketching in a small leather-bound book that you always carried. It was a beautiful spring day, the smell of grass filled the air and birds sang in the distance. It was nice to be among nature, away from the dusty classrooms and bickering schoolmates.  

You looked up from your book as the nearby birds fell silent, a smile appearing on your face.
“Newt I know that you’re there.” you said in a proud voice.
Not to be deterred, Newt took silent and lengthy strides. He leapt out from behind the tree and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you. Meanwhile making a sort of low snorting sound, causing you to giggle.
“And that is how Murtlap introduce themselves to each other.” he said enthusiastically, releasing you from the hug and sitting down beside you. Both of you laughing.

Newt was a guy covered in freckles, he had bright green eyes, sometimes partially hidden by his messy reddish brown hair. He wore a Hufflepuff jumper in addition to the rest of his school robes.
Both of you had been friends since you started your years at Hogwarts. It helped that you shared an interest in magical creatures. You’d grown even closer this year, becoming nearly inseparable. It was a running joke that one of your professors, Albus Dumbledore would playfully ask ‘Where is the other one?’ when one of you saw him.
The pair of you had been close friends for so long that you could not imagine your life without him by your side.

“What have you been drawing?” Newt asked as he sat on the grass opposite, so he was facing you. “The gryphon that we were shown during our lesson this morning.” you say showing him the page in your sketchbook. You were always nervous showing people your drawings, so your cheeks filled with a light blush. Newt took the sketchbook and looked at the drawing. You could tell that he was studying it as his eyes were staring at it with great intensity. He was always fascinated by your drawings, they were so detailed that the creature could almost jump off of the page.
“Amazing as always” he said smiling as he handed the book back to you. 

“I’m planning on drawing it some more. I asked the Professor and they said that they were going to let it fly around the grounds and I could sketch it in flight. Would you like to join me? You could analyse its wing movements?“
Newt looked guiltily at the floor before admitting “That sounds great but I have got to go and help the girl that I’ve been paired with in potions class.”
You had forgotten about her, her name began with an L but you could not remember what it was, she was very pretty and always made you feel inadequate. You looked at him suspiciously, with sadness in your eyes.
“It’s not like that… I’ll get back as soon as I can. Do you really think that I am going to miss watching a gryphon in flight?” he said with a reassuring smile. 

“That reminds me.” he said shrugging off the subject. “You know that your birthday is coming up… Well… I wanted to give you one of your gifts early.” he said very nervously running his fingers through his messy curls. “Newt you are too kind! You don’t have to get me anything.” you say in surprise.
He shuffled forward so he was closer to you.
“Are you ready?” he asked in a nervous, shakey voice. Judging by the way that he said that you were tempted to ask if he was ready. Instead you nodded in anticipation, not sure what he was going to give you.
He hesitated for a few seconds, unsure of himself. Slowly he leant forward and tenderly kissed your cheek. It caught you by surprise but it felt completely right, like it was something that you did not realise was missing until you had it. Feelings that you thought you started to have for him, he reciprocated. As he pulled away both of your faces flushed red with wide smiles that mirrored each other.
Before you could say anything he stood up and left, heading towards the potions class.
“Thank you.” you yelled and he waved goodbye. You brought your hand up to your face. Your fingertips touching where Newt’s lips had been.
A perfect moment forever etched in your memory. 

He did not return all afternoon, which was odd. It wasn’t like him to disappear like this. Something strange was going on, you could feel it. The teachers appeared to be on edge, like they were trying to cover something up. You began to search for Newt but you could not find him anywhere. As a last resort you walk towards Professor Dumbledore’s room, the door was shut. You could hear familiar voices inside.
“You know that Scamander did not do this. He’s just taking the blame.” said the distinctive voice of Dumbledore.
“Albus, this is very serious and you know that I have to act accordingly. Despite what you think. I’m afraid I am going to have to expel him.” said the head of the school in a guilt ridden voice.
You place your hand over your mouth to muffle a gasp. Unable to believe what you were hearing. 

“Can I at least say goodbye to (Y/N)? I have to say goodbye to her. Please?” pleaded Newt his voice cracking with emotion. “I’ll go without a fuss. Just let me say goodbye to her.”
As you began to digest what was happening and to hear the hurt in Newt’s voice, tears started to fill your eyes and roll down your cheeks.
“Newton, rules are rules. I’m sorry, truly I am but I cannot let you say goodbye. Your belongings have already left the school and I regret to say that you must now do the same immediately.” the head said in a serious authoritative tone. 

You could hear the door open at the other side of the room that lead to the school grounds and the shuffling of feet. You weren’t sure if you could make it but you had to try. Turning on your heels you started to run through the school corridors, pushing past all of the fellow students the lined the hallways. Tears streaming down your face. Speedily making it onto the school grounds. “Newt!” you called. You needed to see him one last time. “Newt!” you yelled again aimlessly.
It was too late, he was gone. 

The rest of your time at Hogwarts was lonely. Dumbledore suggested that you tried to make new friends and enjoy the rest of your time there to the fullest, though he understood your loss. You did try to make friends but it wasn’t the same so instead you invested all of your time in your studies. Occasionally you would look at the small photograph of Newt with his arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed, a photo that you both had a copy of. Thinking about how hard he would want you to try your best and learn as much as you could. You continued to develop your knowledge of magical creatures. Sketching them when you could, though you no longer showed your drawings to anyone.
You finished school at the top of all your classes with outstanding grades. 

End of year celebrations were well underway. You stood by a pillar in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts, watching schoolmates praising each other for getting through school. You started to reflect on your own achievements, somehow the brilliant green eyed Hufflepuff could not escape your mind.
“(Y/N)” said a familiar voice as he walked over.
“Professor Dumbledore” you said whilst wiping a tear from your eye and faking a smile.
“Congratulations on your exam results, they were extraordinary. You really are the brightest witch of your age.” he said smiling.
“Thank you…” you said trying to sound cheerful, not able to meet his gaze. “… Newt should be here.” your voice breaking slightly.
He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. 

“(Y/N) there’s something you need to see.” he said leading you into his classroom. “On the day that Newt was expelled he left something for you. He made me promise to give it to you on your very last day at Hogwarts, so you could focus on your studies and get the best possible grades you could.” You stood there in shock and confusion as Dumbledore opened a drawer in his desk and walked back over to you. He placed an envelope in your hand, it had remained unopened all this time.
“I’ll give you some privacy. Besides I heard that there is some laced punch in the great hall.” Dumbledore said as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You stared at the envelope in disbelief for a moment until you opened it with trembling fingers. Carefully you unfolded the letter that was inside and began to read it. 

Dearest (Y/N),
I cannot begin to apologise enough to express just how sorry I am. I promised that I’ll always be there but something unpredictable happened and got in the way. The poorest timing I know. I always hope we will meet again someday soon. Believe me that you will be forever in my thoughts.
Yours faithfully
Newt

You placed the letter gently to your lips, the paper still smelt of him. The classroom door squeakily opened but this went unnoticed by you. Lowering the letter you look at it once more, studying his scrawl, tears slowly falling.
“He works for the Ministry now… If you wanted to reply to him.” Dumbledore said.
Your face lit up.  

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Just under a year later

Newt looked around his office at the Ministry with boredom. Paperwork piled high on his desk. Silently wondering if it all really needed to be filed today and resisting the urge to throw it all onto the floor. He suddenly snapped out of his dazed state as his chest was tickled by small pointed fingers that rummaged around in his coat pocket. The sensation made him chuckle.
“Pickett, what did I tell you about looking through other people’s belongings?” he whispered. A small creature that resembled a twig with leaves appeared from his pocket holding something. “Now what have you found?” Newt asked taking the object from the bowtruckle. He looked at it, his heart skipping a beat. It was the small photograph of Newt with his arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed. A smile spread on Newt’s face, despite his eyes getting red and watery.
Pickett made some small squeaky noises as he pointed towards your face in the photograph.
“Her? She is one of the rarest creatures of all.” Newt said fondly. He proceeding to tell his little leafy friend tales about you and his days at Hogwarts. The adventures the two of you had and the things you both learnt during his time at school.  

Telling these stories had made the hours go quickly. It was only when Pickett scurried back into his pocket as someone approached, Newt was reminded of where he was.
“Hey Scamander. This was in the post bag, looks like it has been in there a while.” said a coworker as he handed Newt a letter and then walked out. Turning the paper in his hand, he stared at it with great interest. The ink on the envelope was smudged slightly. Opening the envelope eagerly, he looked at the letter inside. The edges of it were covered with various doodles of magical creatures. A wide smile crept onto his face. He knew exactly who this was from.  

Dearest Newt,
Firstly I apologise for not writing to you immediately, I needed a month after school to compose this letter properly. Dumbledore was true to his word and gave me your letter on the last day of school and it was the most welcome surprise.  I am proud to say that I achieved the highest test scores in all of my classes. However school was definitely not the same for me after you left. Trust me, not a day has gone by where I have not thought of you and missed you terribly. Congratulations on your job, it must be amazing working somewhere so esteemed. I have applied for several positions at the Ministry against my parent’s wishes. They want me to work close to home, you know how my family are. But I still live in hope that I may be offered a position so we can perhaps meet again.
There is potentially a storm hitting here in the next few days but I am sending my most trusted owl to deliver this and I hope that this letter reaches you speedily.
Unsurprisingly still at my family home address.
(Y/N) 

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A couple of months later

You sat on your bed in your family home gazing out of the window. Sketching the view outside on a loose piece of paper. As the phonograph hummed your favourite tune. You had not been doing much since leaving Hogwarts. You worked in an office job. It was local but not really what you wanted to do, because of this you still applied for jobs. You managed to make money from selling your drawings on the side.
“Mails here” your Mum said as she opened your bedroom door and handed you a letter. “There’s a Ministry stamp on the envelope. You had better not applied for anymore jobs there. Especially after our little talk.” she said suspiciously. You laughed shaking your head as she left the room.
Noticing the scrawl on the envelope, your heart began to beat faster as you realised who the sender of the letter was. 

Dearest (Y/N),
Apologies for making you wait so long for a reply. The storm must have obstructed your bird as it was almost a year until I had received your letter. Congratulations on your exam results,  I am so proud of you. Working for the Ministry is definitely not as exciting as you are making it sound. However it has given me the freedom to persue my interest in magical creatures. One example is a bowtruckle that I have named Pickett. He is ever so friendly, though I think he has some attachment issues as he now resides in my coat pocket. I have inclosed a sketch I made of him. Though it is nothing compared to your drawing skills. Through work I have been given an unimaginable opportunity. I have been commissioned to write a book on magical creatures of the world. I don’t know where I will be going on my travels, or how dangerous a venture it will be but it’s the chance to study the creatures I adore. However this will make future contact between the both of us more difficult, which pains me greatly as I think of you daily. I will try my best to write in the future but I cannot guarantee when my next letter shall be or where you can address your next letter to.
Missing you greatly
Newt

The letter had left you with a mixture of emotions. Finally you had a reply but it could be the last letter you receive from him. His new profession sounded like an amazing adventure. You look at the additional piece of paper. On it was a sketch of a bowtruckle which was labelled with various facts and observations of the creature. The drawing was not as bad as he was making it out to be. You gazed at it fondly, you could see the concentration he had whilst making it. Continuing to look at the drawing you leant the back of your head on the pillow on your bed and smiled. 

Three months later

You had taken a day off from work to give yourself a much needed break. Grabbing your sketchbook you decided to go to the nearest forest where you could relax among the nature that you missed so much. Perhaps there would be a magical creature you could sketch, just like during your school days. You wondered through the trees until you reached a clearing. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. It was completely peaceful. Something caught the corner of your eye as it walked in front of you. A female deer that began to graze on the luscious grass. It wasn’t a magical creature but would still be fun to draw. You began to sketch it whilst you could. You could hear small squeaky noises in the distance, it was something that you had never heard before. Instead of investigating its source you decide to continue drawing your picture. You heard the odd squeaking again but now it was accompanied by a low voice. You could hear the phrase “I don’t believe it” but the rest was a mumble. The deer that you were drawing was now spooked as it looked up and ran away. You quickly put your sketchbook in your bag as the forest fell silent again. 

“(Y/N)” said a voice behind you. Suddenly your heart was in your mouth. Slowly you turned around. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. It was a man covered in freckles, his green eyes stared lovingly into yours despite being partially covered by his reddish brown hair. He wore a long dark blue coat, brown waistcoat, light shirt with a dark bow tie and trousers. A faded Hufflepuff scarf hung from his neck.
“I have finally found you.” he said. Quickly he hugged you whilst planting kisses all over your face before releasing you from the hug, causing you both to blush.
You were completely overwhelmed with emotion. A wide grin spread across your face, which he quickly mirrored as happy tears began to fall down your cheeks. Grabbing a rag from his pocket he gently wiped away your tears. As he moved his hand away you grabbed onto it, feeling his coarse fingers and the soft fabric of his sleeve. “N-Newt? Is this real? Because I don’t want lose you a second time.” you asked in disbelief. The truth was that both of you saw the other every night in your dreams. So you could not be sure that this was reality.
He chuckled whilst nodding in reply. 

Excitedly Newt wrapped his arms around you, scooping you into a hug once more. You buried your face into his chest, enjoying his touch.
“Don’t worry (Y/N). I’m never letting you go… not again.” he said whilst placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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You’d just finished your panel with Misha and headed backstage, leaving him on stage with Jensen. Settling into the seat next to Briana, you sighed and leaned your head on the back of the chair.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“You know what’s wrong, Bri. It’s what’s always wrong!”

You and Briana had become very close since you’d become a season regular. You found she was easy to talk to and the two of you had a lot in common. She quickly became a best friend and confidant, someone you knew you could talk to about anything and everything you needed and it wouldn’t go any further. She had the same confidence in you and before you knew it, your deepest, darkest secrets started pouring out. She was great about giving helpful advice but you were never good at taking it.

You rested your left arm across your knees and propped your right elbow up on top, resting your chin on your right fist. Looking up at the TV screen that was streaming the current panel, you smiled to yourself. Jensen was picking on Misha again, telling the fans an embarrassing story that had happened a few days ago. You shook your head and looked over to Briana, who was sporting a knowing smile.

“Jensen’s just so…I don’t know Bri, I think I love him. I think he’s trying to tell me something by the way he acts around me but I just…I don’t know.”

Briana’s smile had went from understanding to face-splitting, just as you were about to ask her what her problem was, you seen it, Jensen was smiling at the camera, knowing you would be backstage watching.

“Y/N…I love you too.” Your eyes were glued to the TV screen and your face was burning red, you’d forgotten about the microphone that was hanging from your right hand. The microphone the crew was supposed to turn off as soon as you were backstage.

Jensen held a finger up to the audience and tucked behind the curtains, coming into your view. You buried your face in your hands, groaning into your palms and hoping this was all a dream. Before you could physically pinch yourself, a large, strong hand was gripping your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat. You looked up into Jensen’s bright, smiling eyes before he pulled you in for a searing, knee weakening kiss. When you pulled away he brushed his knuckles down your jaw, smiling.

“I was hoping you noticed the way I’ve been acting. I’m not one to just spill my feelings…like you.” He broke into a fit of laughter before you gently punched his shoulder. “Watch it, Ackles. I can always take it back.” His laughter trailed off, replaced with a slightly panicked expression.

“You wouldn’t dare. You said love, Y/N. You can’t just take those things back. Let’s make this a little more formal. I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. Will you give me a chance to show you?” His fingers linked through your own as his eyes bore into yours. You fought to keep the tears at bay as you answered his question.

“Yes, Jensen. I want to be yours.”

Player: Tyler Seguin – Dallas Stars

Prompt: You have been best friends with Tyler for years, and he is persistent to go out with you but you are hesitant because of his reputation.  

Mentions: None.  

Warnings: Slight Cursing  

PreviewHe sat up suddenly and there he was inches from your face. You took a deep breath holding it in as your eyes met his. Seguin knew which buttons to push to get to you. He always had.

Characters: 871 words.

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You had known Seguin, the party boy hockey player, for as long as you could remember. He had played junior hockey with your brother for years. You knew the real Tyler, the annoying goofball who turned into your best friend that you denied you were in love with.

You cared for him, with every ounce of your being. You were just being cautious, you told yourself. You knew his flirty fuck boy reputation and as much as you didn’t want to believe it, you knew it was true. You loved him, but you didn’t want to be just another girl to him. You couldn’t risk losing your best friend. This didn’t stop Tyler.

So here you were, it was summer and this meant you were home from college and Tyler was home for the off season. You found yourself laying in your childhood bed. Tyler was sprawled out across your floor.

“You know Y/N, I miss you too much during the season, you should just move to Dallas.” Tyler suddenly stated.

You laughed, “Tyler, that is one of the most ridiculous ideas you’ve ever had.”

He looked up at you with a serious look on his face, “Why not Y/N? You can come and stay with me and we will find you a school there and then I can have you all to myself!”

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Have you lost your mind?”

He sat up suddenly and there he was inches from your face. You took a deep breath holding it in as your eyes met his. Seguin knew which buttons to push to get to you. He always had.

“And then maybe you would finally let me take you on a date” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “Now I know you have lost your mind, Segs.”

He scoffed and leaned back onto the floor. “Why is that so crazy to you Y/N? I know you care about me! Why won’t you give me a chance!” He said exasperatedly.

This was an argument you and Tyler have had for years. Ever since you were teenagers and shared that sloppy first kiss on his basement couch, smashing foreheads and all. You laughed about it for hours. But then Tyler was drafted and he was off to follow his dreams as you were with yours. At first, it was just the distance but after you watched his reputation with girls grow into what it was now, you put up more and more walls. You saw the kinds of girls he got with, and you didn’t feel you could live up to the standard. You were just the simple girl from back home in Toronto.

You sighed, “Tyler, I just don’t think it would work and I don’t want to risk what we have…” You started only to be interrupted. “YOU NEVER GIVE IT THE CHANCE! DAMN Y/N, WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME?”

You winced at his yelling, you were tired of this fight and leaned back into your pillows. “Tyler I just can’t be another one of those girls.” You regretted what you said the moment it left your mouth. Hurt washed over Tyler’s face and he became uncharacteristically quiet. “Is that how you think I would treat you? Is that what you think of me?” he asked so quietly you almost missed it. He was sitting up now, looking down at the floor.

You quickly stumbled onto the floor with him, you sat in between his legs. You took his face in your hands, his beard tickling between your fingers. “Tyler I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Is my reputation with girls that bad? Y/N I would never treat you like that. You mean so much to me, you have always been there and I just want to give you everything. I have been in love with you since you checked me at that family skate with your brother. I think about you every day and I long for your funny snapchats throughout the day. I just want to be with you, it’s why I fight so hard for you, I just want the chance to show you.”

Tears were streaming down his face hitting your fingers. You didn’t realize you were doing the same until he reached up to wipe a few from your cheeks. You had never seen Tyler like this, here he was pouring his heart out to you. Why had you built up so many walls? Why did you deny your love for him for so long? You crashed your lips onto his. He was surprised at first but soon his lips got the memo. You two finally pulled away and you smiled. “About that date…” He laughed one of his famous Seguin laughs and scooped you up spinning you around the room.

Groceries

Imagine~ you tease Kai about his feelings for you even though you like him to.

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“Kai, can you come to the shops with me to grab some groceries?” you said as you walked into the front room.

In the last 6 months of you and Kai being stuck in this prison world together he’d grown feelings towards you and he’d told you about them, well kind of. He was the flirty type and when he came up to you one day wondering why he had butterflies in his stomach whenever he was near you, you put 2 and 2 together.

“Can’t we go later I’m reading this book?” he groaned not even glancing over to you.

“Please.” you said as you walked in front of him, batting your eyelashes. His eyes which were glued to the book reluctantly looked up to you and he couldn’t resist.

“Ugh fine. But I’m driving.” he sighed standing up making you grin widely.

Both of you made it outside, hopping into the car and making your way to the supermarket. The ride was silent, a comfortable silence though like it was in most of your car rides.

After a while you’d arrived in the rather large supermarket, you knew sooner or later you’d run out of your favorite food in the store but right now it had more than enough.

You grabbed a shopping cart, leaning over the handle as Kai waited by the front door. “Okay so what do we need?” Kai said glancing over the isles.

“Oo lets get some pepperoni pizza!” you said, your eyes lighting up at the thought making Kai smile.

“Fine but only pork rinds as well.” he said glancing over at you. “Deal.” you giggled.

You slowly made your way through the supermarket, Kai throwing in a bag of pork rinds as you walked before grabbing another and opening them to eat.

After collecting all of your needed groceries,which mostly included junk and only a few necessities, you found your way into the frozen isle looking for pizza.

You spotted it but it was on the top shelf and you knew you wouldn’t be able to reach it. “Kai can you grab that pizza for me?” you asked smiling. The shelf was unusually high and you weren’t even sure if Kai could reach it.

Kai leaned over but was about an inch away from reaching it. It didn’t help there was another lower down freezer below which contained fries.

You groaned as Kai looked back at you in defeat before his eyes lit up and you could tell he had a lightbulb moment. He turned around bending his knees, his back to you, you stood there confused as to what he wanted you to do.

“Hop on.” he said and it was then you realizing he would be giving you a piggy back ride. You jumped on and Kai stood up slowly in an attempt to keep himself balanced.

The warmth of your body radiated off you onto him and it warmed his heart. He truly did like you but he didn’t know the right way to express his feelings towards you so he carried on acting the way he always had.

You finger tips gripped onto the pizza and you pulled it down, grabbing it before it fell on the floor. “Whew.” you sighed throwing the pizza into the cart. “Do you want me to get down or?” you asked looking down at Kai, who didn’t seem to mind.

“Nah it’s cool because then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” he said. But before he could even give you time to think he started jumping around and spinning. You screamed and laughed at the same time before he stopped and put you down.

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said, giggles still escaping your throat.

He chuckled before you both made your way out of the supermarket. Kai seemed really happy and that made you happy, he was usually quiet and when he spoke he was usually cocky and flirty but right now he was in a good mood.

Most of the ride home you caught Kai staring at you, which was really unsafe considering he should’ve been looking at the road. But whenever he did you couldn’t help but feel butterflies subtly flying around deep down within you.

“You do realize I can see you staring.” you said giggling as you turned to Kai. His face burned a bright red and he quickly darted his eyes onto the road.

After a while you finally reached the house and Kai went to unload the groceries from the back as you walked towards the porch of the house.

“Little help here?” he groaned as he heaved up the heavy bag. You sighed as you turned around walking towards the car to see his muscles flexing in an attempt to carry all the bags.

You stared for a minute, he looked good. “I know I’m masculine but no need to stare.” he smirked as you were snapped out of your trance.

“Who says I was staring.” you said as you approached him, “But I know you were staring at me in the car. Has the evil witch finally caught some feelings?”

You smirked slightly, returning the flirtatious and cocky comments he usually aims at you. His eyes almost went black as he swiftly walked past you and into the house.

Shocked, you stood there, not really sure what to do. You thought you must’ve hit a nerve so you simply grabbed the shopping from the back and made your way into the kitchen where Kai was.

“Sorry Kai, about what I said. I didn’t mean it in the wrong way.” you sighed, feelings were always something Kai struggled with and you were worried you’d brought something dark up.

Kai quickly turned around pressing himself against you as your back hit the counter. “I know exactly how you meant it.” he whispered, his breath fanning against your face making your breath hitch in your throat.

“K-Kai.” you stammered, you didn’t know what to say. Neither of you had been this close to each other and it kind of scared you but in a good way.

“You know I like you and you use it against me.” You were about to say something but before you could he started speaking again. “And it’s because I like you that I really need to do this.”

Before you could even think his lips connected with yours. You were stunned and butterflies erupted in your stomach and even though everything within you were telling you to kiss back you couldn’t.

He pulled away, his eyes full of despair. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I-I just..” he trailed off, you could tell he was hurt and it hurt you to.

So you did the only thing you could do, you kissed him. As you did you could feel the smile he had on his face which made you smile to. Sparks went off and you both felt happy. The kiss was soft not intense. It was like a friendship kiss but with more love.

After a few moments you pulled away and the small smile turned into a massive grin and he pulled you into his embrace.

“Thank god.” he whispered.

(a/n) i hate this sm for some reason but I hope everyone else likes it. :)

Originally posted by vd-gifs