i got to stare at him for 4 hours

tattered-princess-deactivated20  asked:

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” with none other than Saeran~ cx I adore your writing so much!!

A/N: I was supposed to finish this in like 1-2 hours but this ended up taking me 4 (?) hours because I got distracted LMAO. Okay anyway hope you like this. :)

He’s a man of few words.

From the first time you met, you knew. It was in the brooding look in his enchanting mint eyes, in the straight line that his lips were set in, in the vacant expression that sat on his face as he stared blankly into space, watching the world around him go by. As if he was the only one frozen, fossilised, while time marched forward.

He never said much around you at first. Not even a little “hello”. He just never seemed to see a need to. And you were fine with that. No greetings, just brief, curt, silent acknowledgements that happened in the span of a mere three seconds when the both of you locked eyes each time you met.

And look where we are now.

Reminiscing like this, on a warm, sunny day like this, just like the day you met him, brings a smile to your lips. You look down at your hand that has been taken captive by his warmer, bigger one, and you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.

You’ve noticed a while ago that he likes to hold your hand like this. His hand wrapping over yours completely like a glove, his fingers threading through yours like they’ve been sewn together, and his palm pressing against yours firmly, allowing you to feel his warmth and faintly quickening pulse through it.

“What?” The question comes out gruff, annoyed, and it only makes you more amused by the situation.

“Nothing,” you reply, laughing as you wriggle your hand from beneath the weight of his, “You’re just so cute.”

The term is hardly pleasing to his ears, and it’s made evident when you find yourself on the receiving end of his signature glower, one that is usually reserved only for his brother.

“What– I don’t– Stop calling me that,” he stutters, immediately releasing your hand and hastily shoving his into his own pocket.

However, you reach out and grab his hand again before he can withdraw it fully, pulling it back so your hands are resting on your lap like they were before.

“You’re always holding my hand,” you remark casually, moving so you’re leaning against his shoulder, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“Really,” he replies, shifting a little so that he can rest his head on yours.

“Yes, really.” You crack a smile, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?” His answer is almost indignant, but you catch traces of bashfulness in his voice.

“Just. You know. Why.”

He presses his lips into a thin line, and lets your words linger in the air for a couple seconds. He doesn’t intend to answer you, but when you press him further, nudging him and sending him your best pleading look, he caves in.

“I just…” He ponders over it for a moment. And then he settles for, “I guess I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

Saeran is a man of few words. And for that reason, he doesn’t say much.

But it’s in moments like these, when he suddenly speaks his feelings as they are, when he doesn’t hide his thoughts behind harsh, rough words or silence, that you feel a jolt run through you. It’s like electricity shooting through your veins, and it causes your heart to start hammering hard against your ribcage while your breath stills completely.

And it’s in moments like these, when you lose your composure and your words are caught on the tip of your tongue, that his lips show the beginnings of a smirk and his chest rumbles with a light, teasing chuckle.

Then in an unusually bold show of affection, he brings your still entwined hands up, and presses his lips to the back of your hand.

Your cheeks heat up uncontrollably, much to your chagrin, but you don’t make any sound of protest. He lets his kiss linger for a few seconds before he pulls your hand away, and he shoots you a devilish smirk.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have to.

Because his eyes and his lips say it all, and it’s more than enough for you to understand.

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Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader
A/N: In which the smallest and most fragile, looking, girl (reader) is going hunting. Everyone thinks that she’ll slow down the group, but is proved wrong. 

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Behind the Walls (Chapter 6)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 2,496

Warnings: Cursing!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: Sorry guys I came down with the flu and I wasn’t able to write after where I left off. Believe me I did not want to leave it there. Not sure about this one. Please leave comments

Tagging: @amxwxxld @confidentrose
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My phone died before I could report back.

I went 3-0 after switching to the original B/R list bringing me to 3-1.

The final match was ridiculous. BR vs Bant. I lost game 1 after drawing 15 of my 17 lands. I won game 2 easily by curving out and he mulled to 5. Game 3 was a ridiculous grind fest.

I had 14 life and he was at 1 but I’m staring down lethal thanks to a sandworm convergence that had gone unanswered for 7 turns but I had drawn just enough creatures to prevent his alpha strike. What was my sick rip? Sunscorched Desert to dome him for the final point!

I got 4 prize packs and $15 in credit and then opened an Invocation Oketra in my prize packs so I got 2 masterpieces in 5 hours by topdecking a land. It was a great night and I hope others had a great time too!

Live Life Golden Part 13

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

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He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.


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Night Moves

Night Moves by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Heather the Hunter, Sam Winchester x Piper the Waitress. Based on“Baby” Season 11, Episode 4. What happened while Dean was at the Roadhouse and met up with Heather the Hunter? And what happened when Sam went to the Diner and met Piper the Waitress? This is the night we never saw.

This is for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s “Do It Like Dean” challenge. Congrats on 500K!. My prompt is in bold. 

Warnings: Season 11 Spoilers, Smut, language, alcohol, technically driving drunk over the alcohol limit (Do not drink and drive. Ever.) Creative freedom with usual bar hours, a lil fluff. Gifs aren’t mine, thanks to those peeps. 

Word Count: 6106 | On AO3 | Happy Smut Day!

The 1967 Chevy Impala was a beauty, treasured by a family that was always broken but also always had a home in that classic car. Baby knew and saw all, and if she could talk, she’d have years of great stories to tell. Especially about her devoted owner and his partner in crime.

Baby pulled into the parking light, the rain droplets running across her immaculate paint job. Her engine purred as she found her way to a parking spot, her owner parking mid-way across the lot. The bright lights of the Roadhouse’s sign bounced off the shiny black hood.The car’s engine turned off and Baby rested as her occupants turned to each other.

“Are you serious?” Sam asked, looking out the windshield at the bar looming in front of them. His brother responded with a silent smirk.

“Dean, it’s late.” Sam whined. “I’m exhausted and…and… starving. And this place…” Sam motioned to the bar. “I mean, even Swayze wouldn’t come to this roadhouse.”

Dean leaned back in his seat and pointed at his brother. “Okay, first of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain. Okay? Ever.”

Sam laughed under his breath, rolling his eyes.

“Second, you don’t remember this place?” Dean continued. “You don’t remember Heather? The hunter that we worked a wendigo case with a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah.” Sam responded, remembering the hot brunette who’d saved their asses in Nebraska.

“Yeah, exactly.” Dean grinned.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asked surprised.

Dean nodded. “I texted her. She’s working a rugaru case in Texas.”

He paused, the smirk on his face fading as he waved away truth. “Actually, she never texted me back. That’s not the point. The point is, is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where there’s probably not a case.”

Dean pointed to the fluorescent lights. “But in there…good times. And time heals all wounds, Sam, especially good times. What do you say?”

Sam looked at the bar skeptically. “I say, knock yourself out.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother.

“I’m gonna find a diner, dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anything’s ever happened where we’re headed.” Sam added with a small smile.

“Oh, man, you really gotta learn to have fun. Seriously, it’s pathetic.” Dean responded as they climbed out of the car and went their separate ways.

Dean’s leg lengths crossed the driveway as he sauntered into the bar, his shoulders wide under his olive green jacket. Top 40 was playing from the stereo system, and he could see what looked like a group of girls celebrating a birthday in the corner. He observed the few patrons that were sitting at the bar as he stepped up to it. He nodded at the pretty bartender as she walked over.

“Hey, what can I get ya?”

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by someone on his left.

“We’ll have two glasses of the nicest bourbon you got. His treat.” The curvy brunette winked as she settled into the barstool next to Dean.

Dean’s heart rate sped up as his charming smile stretched ear to ear. “Hey Heather, how you doin?”

He leaned in and wrapped his arm around the fellow hunter, squeezing her arm as he let go. She was still as beautiful as the last time he saw her. Brown almost black hair, dark brown eyes, olive skin, and a set of voluptuous breasts that Dean had not forgotten. Heather was a badass hunter bitch and sexy as hell. Dean regretted that he hadn’t fucked her all those years ago.

“I’m good. I was surprised to hear from you.” Heather replied, brushing her long hair back as she picked up her glass. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into his green eyes, remembering how gorgeous they were.

“Yeah, I…Well, I’m sure you don’t want to hear from an asshat like me.” Dean brushed off his embarrassment as he fiddled with his cardboard coaster.

Heather smiled, and then clinked her glass against his. “Good to see ya, Dean.”

Dean grinned and then drank, relishing in the few seconds he needed to gather his composure.

“You were hunting nearby?” Dean asked her, their arms close on the bar top. Music and conversations fluttered around them, but all Dean could see was her. Eye on the prize.

“Yep. Vamps. I got ‘em.” Heather replied with a smile. “So when I got your message I figured, why the hell not? A little fun never hurt.”

“Amen to that.” Dean grinned and waved over the waitress, and their evening really began. The clock behind the bar ticked to 12:30AM as they downed their first round of shots.

Sam crossed Main Street and pushed open the door of the Daisy Diner. There were only two other customers, which Sam thought was strange until he remembered it was 12:30AM.

He settled into a yellow leather bucket seat at a booth to his right, and set his laptop and books on the shiny table. He smirked when he saw the multiple pies on display on the counter. Dean’s going to regret he didn’t come with , Sam thought. He was interrupted as the waitress walked over.

“Coffee?” She asked, brandishing the decanter in one hand and rearranging silverware in her other.

“Yes please. Thanks.” Sam replied, smiling at the waitress dressed in a 60’s style uniform. Her blond hair was pulled up, soft wisps falling at her temples. She smiled and pointed to the end of the booth where a plastic menu was standing.

“If you want to order something, just let me know.” The waitress turned her shoulder away, then turned back to Sam. Wow, this guy is equally adorable and hot as hell, she thought to herself.

“I’m Piper.”

“Hi. Sam.” He smiled, and then felt like an idiot when he stuck his hand out, pulling it back and nervously putting it back in his lap.

“Hi Sam.” Piper grinned. “I’ll check on you in awhile.”

Sam nodded, and then looked to his laptop self-consciously. But he couldn’t help himself from looking up as she walked away. Her plump ass was tight under her skirt and her hips swayed as she walked. As she turned to go behind the counter Sam looked away, clicking on his keys to launch the local medical examiner’s database.

Piper chatted with Sam through the couple of hours he was there, “checking in” on him often. At first Sam told himself she was just giving him attention as a waitress, and then as a really good waitress, and then happily realized it was more than that.

He cleared his throat as she came over with his check.

“You need anything more, Sam?”

Sam bit his lip to keep from replying with ‘ you’ . And instead shook his head silently.

“Okay. Well, ummm I get off at 3AM.” Piper shuffled the bill through her fingers.

Sam looked up to the wall clock to see it was 2:45AM then back to her with a grin.

“You wanna hang out?”

Piper nodded, picking up his coffee mug and plate. “Sounds good.”

Sam watched her as she walked away again, adrenaline pumping through his body as he thanked god he was finally going to get laid.

Dean and Heather were two Bourbons and 3 beers in by 2:45AM. It hadn’t taken long for Dean to kiss her, shielding her from the busy bar with his body as he leaned over her, his hands holding him up by the chair handles as he leaned in and caught her lips with his.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since we first met, sweetheart.” Dean stood back, his tongue circling his lower lip as he stared at her. Heather smiled, stretching her arms up around his neck.

“Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful big dark eyes?” Dean whispered against her ear, wrapping his arms around her.


“Yeah. Gorgeous.” Dean pulled away with a wink and picked up his beer.

Heather smirked. “So I gotta ask you, Dean. Why’d you leave last time without a goodbye? I didn’t know if you were dead, or…”

Dean didn’t respond for a second, weighing his options- take a chance and tell the truth. Or make up some bullshit and hope it still works. He decided to go with the former and be honest.

“Or if I was a total asshole? Yeah probably. Thing is- and this is no excuse for being a dick- but I wasn’t myself when we met. I couldn’t see much good in the world. Including you.” Dean spoke earnestly, and she could see he didn’t mean to hurt her. “I fucked up.”

She patted the back of his hand, hovering over it and then giving her hand as his palm met hers. She watched their fingers intertwined and then looked into his beautiful eyes.

“I forgive you, Dean Winchester. But you may have to make it up to me.” She teased, grabbing her beer.

“Hmmm, really?” His grin grew even more mischievous and his tongue played between his teeth. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well, at least a next round.” She flirted, pulling him towards her for a kiss.

Dean laughed against her lips, then pushed his chair back as he stood to go to the bar. “Baby, it’s only 3:00AM. Be got plenty of time. And we’re playing pool when I’m back.”

Heather nodded as he walked away. She couldn’t help but stare at his ass in his scruffy blue jeans. She noticed other women admiring him in the bar as well. Heather looked down with a little smile. Tough shit, ladies. I’ll be the one fucking Dean Winchester tonight.

Piper and Sam talked for an hour, laughing about stupid jokes and bonding over Harry Potter and Tolkien. At 4:00AM Sam unconsciously yawned, and Piper sat back in the booth.

“Ummm it’s getting late. And I have to find a bus that’s going home this time of night.” She remarked, her fingers snaking off the table to grab her purse.

Sam reached out and gently squeezed Piper’s other hand that was resting on the table.

“Let’s go somewhere.” Sam suggested, his voice low and seductive. “My car is close, wanna go there for a little while?”

Piper laughed. “How very high school of you, Sam.”

He grinned as he shoved his stuff into his backpack. “It’s a really nice car.”

“It better be.” She replied with a laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the booth and through the restaurant doors.

The sun was just starting to rise, the edges of the sky barely yellow as the light approached. Sam pulled Piper against him, lifting her face towards his.

It was a good kiss. Soft and gentle at first, deepening as they let their guards down and relaxed against each other. After a minute Piper pulled away giggling.

“Yeah, we probably shouldn’t stand outside my work and make out.”

Sam laughed and took her hand, leading her towards the Impala.

Heather could hold her own and then some when it came to drinking. Even at 5:00AM. So she didn’t back down as she and Dean got progressively drunker, making out and squabbling about pool scores, eating bar nuts and dancing to 90’s hip hop.

“I beat you again.” Heather preened as she picked up the cash they’d been betting back and forth all night. She placed the pool queue on the green felt, and walked over to a smiling Dean who was reclining against the pool table side.

“Seems you did, sweetheart.”

“See. The thing is, Dean…I don’t want your money.” Heather’s fingers trailed the buttons on his blue button down.

“What do you want, baby?” Dean’s hands grasped her hips and pulled her between his outstretched legs.

Heather smiled, her hand resting on his chest. “You.”

Dean groaned, his arms wrapping around her. “I hoped you’d say that.”

Their passionate alcohol-fueled kiss was totally inappropriate PDA but the bar was nearly empty. Their kiss grew more passionate and Dean groaned as their lust was interrupted by the bartender kicking a loud, drunk person out of the bar.

“Where you want to do this?” Dean asked in Heather’s ear, his lips kissing down her neck.

“Come on.” Heather took Dean’s hand in hers and dragged him towards the restrooms. But rather than going into the women’s bathroom door in front of them, Heather turned and they hurried to a locked door. Dean had it open in a few seconds.

They stepped into the room to find a very small office. Most of the room was taken up by a desk, four huge silver kegs, and boxes of miscellaneous bar supplies. Dean sat down on the edge of the desk and folded his hands, watching Heather as she locked the door and turned out the lights.

Heather stepped between Dean’s knees and kissed him. The deeper the kiss, the harder they grabbed at each other. Dean reached his hands under her shirt, his fingers skillfully unclasping her bra. The bra fell by its straps to rest over her elbows as Dean’s fingers circled her nipples. Heather bit her lip to stay quiet, a low groan vibrating in her chest.

Heather pulled at the end of Dean’s leather belt, her hands scrambling to undo his pants.

“Strip.” Heather demanded as she pulled her denim shirt over her head.

“What, is this like a Magic Mike moment?”

“Shut up, Dean.” Heather whispered, reaching for his zipper. “Take your pants off and fuck me already.”

His urgency matched hers as he helped her pull her pants over her hips. Dean’s boxers and pants fell to the ground as Heather took his spot on top of the desk. She grabbed at him, kissing his neck as she stroked his hardening cock.

As Dean groaned, relishing in the physical contact he’d been missing. He had a sobering thought- he was drunk. What if he couldn’t get it and keep it up? But it quickly became obvious that was not going to be a problem. He pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it on. He leaned forward and rubbed his dick along her folds, teasing her with kisses as he spread her wet up and down his length.

“Dean!” Heather whispered urgently, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him closer.

Dean groaned and placed her arms around his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful.” Dean whispered as he thrusted into her. Heather dropped her forehead to his shoulder as she tried to stay quiet to keep the whole bar from knowing. She got off on the risk of getting caught fucking Dean Winchester in the back office of this roadside bar.

They gasped and breathed against each other’s mouths as their motions increased, Dean taking his time to tease her. But all she wanted was to get good and properly fucked, and then go crash.

Through their drunken haze the pleasure built, spurring them to grip each other harder, bite and claw, kiss and moan, thrust and grind, until they were both coming. Dean dropped his head as Heather’s as they both let go, her nails scratching along his scalp. For a moment they just held each other, tremors running back and forth. Dean slowly pulled out and tossed the condom in a nearby garbage basket.

“Wow.” Heather remarked as she fixed her bra.

“Good wow, or bad wow?” Dean asked with his charming sly smile as they dressed.

“Uhhh…very good wow.”

Dean leaned in for a kiss, replying in his deep voice, “Mmmmm very good wow.”

They quickly tiptoed out of the office door. Returning to their table, they saw everyone in the bar had left.

“Time to go, guys.” The bartender noticed them emerge from the hallway with a questioning look.

Heather grabbed her jacket as Dean handed the bartender some cash. He turned to take her hand and leave out the door.

“Actually Dean, my car’s parked out back.” She didn’t want to leave. But a nagging feeling told her saying goodbye was better than waiting for the awkward one-night stand goodbye.

“Oh, okay.” Dean’s voice dropped. He was disappointed to see her go. He at least wanted to buy her breakfast. “It was good to see you.”

Heather smiled, leaning in to kiss him once more. “Call me if you’re ever in Wyoming again.”

Dean nodded as they parted, pushing open the front door to the bar. “Yes Ma'am.”

As he stumbled out of the bar the sunlight hit him, his impending hangover hitting him at the same time. Dean put his hand up to his head to calm the throbbing for a moment and groaned as he stumbled across the parking lot towards the Impala. A dog barked from a nearby house as the bar’s neon signs shut off with a zap at 6:00AM.

Sam dropped Piper’s hand when they reached the Impala. He casually looked at his watch, seeing it was 4:30AM, a relieved breath leaving his chest as he knew Dean wouldn’t be around until at least 8:00AM when he’d drag his ass off some girl’s couch. Sam opened the back driver’s side door and slid across the backseat, Piper following behind him and closing the door.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Sam took the lead by pulling her up onto his lap. Piper straddled him, leaning forward in pleasure as Sam kissed her neck. His lips traveled south and he slowly began to unbutton her uniform. She smelled like lavender and vanilla, so delicious that Sam would’ve been content to just rest his nose in her hair and grind against her.

Piper tugged on Sam’s hair, and his mouth left her body to smash his lips against hers. Quickly Sam finished unbuttoning Piper’s dress and pulled it off over her shoulders. Piper quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing beautiful skin and a taut 6-pack.

“You’re gorgeous.” Piper teased, running her hands across his chest.

“Mmmm, that’s my line.” Sam lips traced her ear, their hips grinding against each other. Sam pulled her hair pin out carefully, releasing her long waves of blonde. Heat and steam from their breaths spread across the back window of the car.

Quickly Piper shimmied out of her panties and slipped them off her ankle. Sam lifted his hips and pushed down his boxer briefs and jeans. They were both relieved this was happening, each having their own reasons why.

Sam rustled through his pockets, finding a magnum condom.  Piper smiled and took it from him, ripping it with her pink lips, moving back to rest her legs on Sam’s knees so she could roll the condom on.

She straddled Sam again, careful not to hit her head on the roof of the car.  Sam’s hands caressed her naked hips as he slowly helped her ease onto him. They both groaned when he was completely inside. Sam held her there for a second, Piper moaning into his chest as her walls convulsed around him. They tightened their arms around each other as Sam moved, his breath hot against her neck.

Piper rode Sam there in the backseat, his hands on her ass as he set the rhythm. Both of them groaning and falling into it as they moved together. Piper’s legs started to shake as her orgasm built. Sam pulled her to him, his mouth covering hers. Her face was flushed as she half whimpered half moaned against his lips. Sam bucked his hips up more roughly, both of them trembling now as their pleasure peaked.

Piper sucked her lower lip into her mouth to stop from screaming. Sam grabbed her head, running his tongue along her lower lip and then taking her lip between his teeth. Piper writhed against him, smacking her hips down against his as her orgasm built.

“Are you gonna come, baby?” Sam gasped, knowing his own orgasm was seconds away.

“Yes,” Piper dropped her head to his shoulder and groaned. “Sam.”

Her body followed the motions of his as the pleasure took over, her hands on his shoulders as she thrusted her hips against him again. Two more thrusts and Sam was coming with a loud groan, his big hands holding her tight as he finished. Their loud moans grew quieter as the car stilled.

The two rested for a moment, breathing against each other. Piper lifted up on her toes and fell into the seat next to Sam, her face flushed as she caught her breath.


“Yeah. Wow.” Sam responded with a smile. He rooted around in his backpack and found a biodegradable plastic bag to toss the condom. After tucking the bag away Sam sat back and looked over at Piper, who smiled as she scooted towards him.

Sam kissed her and then pulled his jeans on. “Just a sec, babe.”

Sam pushed open the car door and ran to the trunk barefoot, pulling out a beige blanket he’d snagged from the bunker. He shut the trunk, and tossed one end of the blanket to Piper. She lifted her ass up to tuck the blanket under and across the seat. Sam got back in the Impala and closed the door, pulling her towards him as they laid down across the backseat.

“The sun is rising.” Piper whispered before falling asleep. Sam responded with an indecipherable grunt of agreement, and they slept as the sunrise grew to a blend of pastel at 5:00AM.

The driver’s door wrenched open and an intoxicated, grumpy Dean threw himself into the Impala’s front seat. He crossed his arms and leaned his head back against the seat. The old clock on the Impala ticked to 6:01AM.

“Mistakes were made. Mm-hmm.” Dean grumbled, closing his eyes. He really was going to take Heather to breakfast. Aww what the fuck ever . He just needed his four hours.

Piper stirred when she heard the door open. She looked up to see the back of a man’s head. Clearly he’d had a long night. She wondered if Sam knew this guy.

PIper sat up, leaning towards Dean. “Who are you?” Her voice purred.

“Oh!” Dean turned in surprise, looking at the pretty blond and then averting his eyes from her naked body and his half naked brother.

“Ah, good morning. That’s, uh, my brother Dean.” Sam awkwardly looked up at the two, cringing because he knew how much shit he was gonna get from Dean later.

Dean chuckled, looking away as Heather fixed her messy hair.

“Sorry, Sam, I didn’t…I didn’t realize you had company.” Dean said, the awkwardness of the situation growing thicker by the minute. Dean turned and smiled at Piper, who in turn smiled guiltily. “Hi.”

“Yeah, uh, could you give us a minute?” Sam asked.

Piper was quickly dressing, pulling her dress over her shoulders. Sam’s brother had already seen everything but the awkward obviousness of their one night stand felt like they’d gotten busted like teenagers out too late.

“Well, I’ll just, uh … Just won’t be here anymore. So you kids take your time.” Dean nodded his head and smiled proudly as he slid out of the car.

Piper finished getting dressed, pulling her hair back and looking around for her hairpin.

As Dean walked away he stared into the car, his eyes peering inside with curiosity and admiration as he appreciated Sam’s date.

Sam apologized as they dressed.

“Have you seen my hairpin?” Piper asked him, pulling her messy hair behind her ear..

“No, I don’t.” Sam replied. They got out of the car and shook the blanket, looked at the baseboards and in the front seat, but no hairpin.

“Ah it’s alright.” Piper gave up looking. She was too damn tired.

Standing next to the car, Sam rested his hand on her cheek and then leaned down and kissed her.

“Umm…I travel a lot. But if you want, you can call me and we could try to meet up…” Sam stumbled on his words, not sure what to say.

“It’s okay Sam, you don’t have to do this.” Piper interrupted with a smile, gently placing her hand over his heart. “Tonight was great. But…you’re the kind of guy that will break my heart. And I don’t need that.”

She leaned in for one last kiss. “Bye Sam.”

He gave a small wave and watched her walk away, surprised by her goodbye. But her ass still beautiful in her wrinkled yellow uniform. He went back to the car and texted Dean that it was time get out of town.

Dean appeared minutes later with coffees and breakfast sandwiches. Sam pulled his day old shirt off over his head and started to button up a new one.

With the car rumbling to life, Dean smirked as pushed his favorite cassette into the tape player.

“Dean, I can explain what was going on…” Sam says as he adjusted his clean shirt.

“No, no, no. no.” Dean kept time in the air as the first beats of a familiar rock anthem filled the car.

“Don’t Night Moves me.” Sam responding incredulously as he stared at his brother.

“Shhh. Just let it wash over you.” Dean instructed Sam, motioning for Sam to just listen.

“Let …” Sam interrupted.

“Just take it in.” Dean said, putting the Impala into drive and circling the wheel out of the parking spot. Sam smirked, adjusting his shirt and giving his brother a weird look.

Dean began to lip sync along with a charming smile, his eyes still showing the exhaustion from the entire run that night.

I was a little too tall

Could’ve used a few pounds

Tight Pants point hardly reknown

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes

“This is ridiculous.” Sam said as he rolled up his sleeves. Dean grinned, happy to be behind the wheel of his favorite car, with his favorite person, listening to his favorite singer. And getting laid hadn’t hurt either.

And points all her own sitting way up high

“One of the greatest rock writers of all time, Samuel.” Dean instructed Sam as he looked ahead to the road.

“It’s Sam.” Sam shot back, which made Dean smile.

Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Dean revved the engine, the song symbolic of not just about the brothers’ one night stands that night, but also about their own black beauty, their car Baby. The song filtered through the classic car and out her windows, a soundtrack she’d driven to many times. A song which Baby’s engine and her boys’ voices would sing their way to the freeway.

“Out in the back seat of my brother’s ’67 Chevy. ” Sam sang, improvising the lyrics.

Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy

Workin’ on mysteries without any clues

“Yeah, you started this. You started this.” Sam smiled, pointing to his brother.

“Here we go. Come on now.” Dean instructed with one hand across the wheel.

Sam and Dean sang along to the chorus, a huge grin on Sam’s face as Dean played air guitar on Baby’s wheel.

Workin’ on our night moves

Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news

Workin’ on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime, summertime

At 6:30AM Heather knocked on the apartment door, shading the bright sunlight with her hand when she looked back across the street. Her headache was in full force and she cursed Dean under her breath for ordering so many drinks. She looked around, always aware of her surroundings. But she knew is was a safe place to crash after days spent there sporadically.

A curtain by the window fluttered as someone peeped out. A deadbolt flipped and the door opened to reveal Heather’s cousin, wearing a cotton nightgown down to her knees with hair wrapped up in a white bath towel.

“Heather! Hi!” She allowed the dark haired woman into her apartment and shut the door.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower.” The girl dropped the towel and bent over to shake out her blond locks.

“No worries, I just need to crash.” Heather replied, exhaustion deepening her voice.

“Long night?”

Heather nodded as she smiled wistfully, her elated grin giving away her escapade that morning. “A good night.”

“Me too!”

Both women laughed, and Heather turned to the guest room door as she dragged her backpack behind her. She paused as she got to the door and looked over her shoulder.

“Thanks for letting me crash. Let’s catch up later when we’re not exhausted.”

Piper nodded her head in agreement. “Definitely. Sleep well, cous.”

“‘Digging into the lore.’ Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Dean asked as the boys drove through the rainy night on their way to Oregon.

Sam laughed under his breath and smiled. “Man, I needed that.”

Dean grinned at his brother. “And hey, look at that, you’re finally not a virgin anymore. But you know what? I think it was time. I respect the fact that you, uh, you know, you wanted to stay true and pure and waited.”

“ Yeah, you know what? You – you’re an idiot.” Sam scoffed.

Dean looked behind them into the backseat. “Even put a blanket down. Buddy, classy and thoughtful as always.”

“I tried to give her my number. You know what she said?” Sam said, looking ahead of the windshield.

“We got tonight. Who needs tomorrow”? Dean suggested in his low voice.

“Is everything a Bob Seger song to you?” Sam asked.

“Yes.” Dean replied matter of factly.

Sam looked into the backseat, “Well, uh…it was nice knowing you, Piper.”

“Piper?” Dean smiled and laughed. “That’s awesome. Heather. One-night wonders, man. Shoot, we’re lucky we still get that at all.”

“Really? You don’t … Ever want something more?” Sam asked skeptically, his own desire for a real relationship still in his heart.

Dean looked at Sam incredulously. “I’m sorry, have you met us? We’re batting a whopping zero in domestic life, man. Goose eggs.”

“You don’t ever think about something? Not marriage or whatever. But … Something? You know, with a hunter? Somebody who understands the life?” Sam asked.

“Have you not heard a single word Bob’s been singing about?” Dean motioned towards the radio. “You’re tired. I can tell. You’re exhausted. Well, I’m still wired, so I’m gonna pull over, get some gas. You hop in the back, get some Z’s ‘cause, buddy, you earned ‘em. Proud of ya! Piper. Mmm. Man, she smelled good, too.”

Heather stirred when she heard Piper singing in the kitchen. She grabbed her watch and groaned when she saw it was already 5:00PM. She smiled and pulled her chestnut hair into a ponytail.

“Hey,” Piper greeted her cousin as the door opened. She was wondering when Heather would wake.

“Ugh, yes.” Heather responded comically, going to the cabinet to grab a glass and run the tap.

Piper laughed. “Long night?”

Heather grinned and sat down at the small table. “I think it was technically a long morning.”

“Thatta girl.” Piper replied, clinking her coffee cup against Heather’s glass.

“Do you want a sandwich?”

Heather nodded in agreement. “Yes. Food is probably a good idea.”

“So what happened to you last night? You seemed extra cheery this morning.” Heather raised her eyebrows, giving her younger cousin a knowing smile.

“Yeah, well…it was a good night. I met a great guy at work and we hung out after, and yeah…” Piper was smitten. She giggled as she put a box of crackers on the table. Heather ripped open the box, needed something to calm her hungover stomach.

“Yeah?” Heather quizzed. “Cute?”

“Very cute. So sweet. Funny.” Piper’s smile turning to a small frown. “He travels a lot though, so I don’t think I’ll see him again.”

“Huh,” Heather replied, suspicious that some dude had used Piper. “What does he do?”


Heather nearly spit out her water. “Are you serious?”

Piper placed their plates on the table.“Yeah. Why?”

“Was his name Sam?”

Piper nodded, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to catch on. “Yeah. How’d you know that?”

Heather started to laugh, which hurt her head. But she couldn’t help but smack her hand on the table top.

“Oh my god, I was with his brother last night!” Heather exclaimed. “They’re hunters too!”

“Oh my god! That’s so weird!” Piper exclaimed. Both women laughed hard at the coincidence.

“Wow.” Heather held her hand across her stomach, rubbing away the ache of laughing so hard.

“So they know you’re a hunter?” Piper asked,

Heather nodded as she bit into her sandwich. “We worked together once before. Sam is very cute from what I remember. Although he had some serious issues four years ago.”

“Huh,” Piper responded again as she picked at her sandwich. “And his brother?”

Heather grinned. Her face flushed as she thought about his strong bowlegs holding her between his knees in the little office. His lips sucking on her earlobe until she moaned. His green, green eyes.

“Oh, Dean Winchester is a whole nother kind of animal.”

“Well, how very nice.” Piper laughed. “They’d never believe that we knew each other.”

The girls were quiet for a moment as they ate.

“But you know…now that I’m working with you sometimes, maybe we’ll run into them again.” Piper suggested, wanting Heather to affirm her hope.

Heather smiled at her sweet cousin. “Hun, Sam Winchester will break your heart. And you don’t need that guy.” She patted the girl’s hand and then picked up the rest of her sandwich.

“That’s what I told him!” Piper exclaimed. “What about you and Dean?”

Heather shook her head with a smile. “I don’t know. We’re probably too much alike. It’s hard to have a serious relationship as a hunter, I know that from experience.”

But Heather wanted to see Dean again. Even if it was just for a night.

“Well what a small world.” drawled Piper.

Heather smiled, and carried their dishes to the sink. “Thanks for letting me crash by the way. And helping with the vamps.”

“Of course, anytime.” Piper replied. “And I gotta tell you- I loved it.”

Heather nodded, getting up the refill her glass. She leaned against the kitchen counter and hummed along to an old Bob Seger song playing on a small radio.

“Staying the night?” Piper asked as she put food away. “I gotta go to work in a few, but you’re welcome to stay.”

Heather nodded, “I’ll probably take off tomorrow. I need some R & R.”

“Great, well I’ll be home at 1:00AM.” Piper shuffled through her purse to find her phone. “Oh, and there’s pie if you want some.”

“Ah, perfect.” Heather replied, greedily cutting a piece and settling onto the couch. Sugar and carbs, she’d be back to normal soon.

“Love ya cous.” Piper said from the front door.

“Love ya too, Piper.” Heather waved her fork as a sign of goodbye, and then nestled into the couch. Piper’s excitement over meeting Sam encouraged Heather that it was okay to have a little crush on Dean. And maybe they would run into the Winchester boys again someday.

She could only hope. She hummed along as Night Moves ended, a smile on her face.

Dean smirked as he looked over his shoulder at his snoring brother. Out on the road with some time to think, Dean mulled over everything that was happening with The Darkness. He was afraid. Terrified. He just had to hold onto whatever little faith he had left. They’d saved everyone from the apocalypse before, they’d do it again if they had to. Somehow he and Sam would save the world.

Dean rewound the Bob Seger tape, Night Moves quietly filling the car again. The Impala cruised towards Quaker Valley, Oregon, a town where there probably wasn’t a case. 

But if you’d asked Baby- it was always something and it was always a case. And she was proud to be their ride, their escape, and the only real home they’d ever had.

We weren’t in love, oh no, far from it

We weren’t searchin’ for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin’ by the sword

And we’d steal away every chance we could To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were gettin’ our share

Workin’ on our night moves

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anonymous asked:

I have a 4 month old gsd and he never goes outside to potty, I've spent hours on end walking him and he didn't go but as soon as he got home he peed, do you have any idea why this is happening? It's becoming a really bad habit of him and walks with him are a waste of time

It could be that your walks are just too exciting for your puppy. When you take him outside, take him to a specific spot and don’t leave for your walk until he pees. If he just lies down and stares at you, then encourage him to sniff the area. 

You can also use a belly band to break the habit of peeing indoors - it’s usually used to prevent marking, but it could work in your situation. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them at Petsmart, or you can get them online.

Here are some other house training tips, in case that helps: X, X, X, and X.

Good luck anon! -C

“Forever and Always”

Summary: You and Peter, both university students, start off having a normal day- too many classes in a row, a three hour shift of work, getting home late and exhausted. But something’s wrong… 

*Based on the song Forever and Always by Parachute (listen here but I recommend you read this imagine beforehand!) (Tom Holland - Peter Parker)

NOTE: I know I usually tend to write more fluff than sad imagines, but a while ago I reread the ‘Death of Spiderman’ Ultimate Spiderman comic and then accidentally listened to this song and I was essentially traumatized for weeks about how heartbreaking it is to see the person you love most die… SO, enjoy!


11:07 AM

    “An operator in quantum mechanics is the fundamental concept that we’ll be reviewing today, which we’ll expand on and…”

    You zoned out the professor’s voice as you slumped back in your chair, leaning your head against your hand as you sighed. It was only eleven in the morning, but this was already your third science lecture of the day, and you still had three more classes to go. The only thing keeping you sane through the stress of a full day of university classes was your plan of meeting up with Peter for lunch. 

    You and Peter were in your third year of college at Empire State University, him planning on majoring in biophysics and you in biochemistry. The two of you had known each other for years, but had only gotten together when he’d gathered enough courage to ask you out in the tenth grade. Working all throughout your last years of high school, you and Peter pooled your savings and decided to move into an apartment with a couple other roommates. It wasn’t anything special since you both couldn’t afford much, but it was yours- a place where you could come home and relax and just be with Peter. 

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Tortured With Cuteness

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is really clingy (cute, not creepy) while out on a case. Nothing but fluff. @coveofmemories 

Can you write a Spencer imagine of the reader being super clingy on a case and while in the conference room on the plane and at the police station in the new city she’s just constantly hugging him and trying to kiss him and kissing his jaw/neck and you decide the ending? ❤️❤️



It was finally out that you and Spencer had been dating, so you could officially show displays of affection in front of your friends and colleagues. No more hiding. It felt amazing. Spencer was a little shyer about it than you were - and definitely shyer than he was at home, but your friends were definitely getting sick of it - if they weren’t over it already.

It had only been a week and a half since you let them in on the fact that you were dating, and practically every second since then had been filled with very public hugs and kisses. Sometimes very passionate ones if you were only in front of the members of your team.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Morgan said, jokingly sticking his finger down his throat. 

You jumped on Spencer’s back and wrapped your legs around his waist. After sticking your head in the crook of his neck and peppering it with kisses, you looked at Morgan. “What? You don’t think this is cute? We aren’t adorable?”

“You’re disgustingly adorable,” Hotch said. You never thought you’d hear Hotch say the words ‘disgustingly adorable’ ever. “It’s actually kind of nauseating.” When he looked up from his paperwork, you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of a smile twitch at the corner of his lip.

Both you and Spencer had been assigned by Hotch to work on something on the plane that required filed records, so while everyone else was getting ahead on their work in the conference room, you and Spencer were smooching. “I can finally do this without fear that anyone will see and bust us to Chief Strauss,” you said, hopping off of Spencer’s back and walking around to wrap your arms around him.

Licking your lips, you looked up at him and pressed your lips to his, mixing in just a little bit of tongue. “Oh come on now,” Emily laughed. “How long are we gonna have to deal with this?”

“My best estimate,” Spencer said, leaning in to kiss you as if no one was watching, “At least another couple of weeks.”

“Then I’ll make sure we contain this to the bedroom,” you snorted, watching as Morgan gagged again. 

He stuck his fingers in his ears, attempting to block out the statement you’d just made. “It’s like hearing about my sisters’ sex lives!”

“All right, all right,” Hotch laughed, seeing the paperwork you and Spencer needed making its way down the hallway in the hands of Anderson. “We have what we need now. Wheels up in 2 hours.”


Two hours later, you had all made your way onto the plane and were about to take off. Instead of getting in your own seat next to Spencer, you decided you were going to sit in his lap. Morgan was sitting right across from him and you figured you’d tease him by continuing to shove your cuteness in his face. “Make room,” you laughed, sitting down in Spencer’s lap while staring directly at Morgan. You turned around to Spencer and kissed his jawline. “You are comfy, babe. I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“I can’t wait until these next few weeks are up,” he laughed.

As you gave Morgan a look that indicated you were never going to stop shoving this in his face, you wiggled your butt into Spencer’s lap. “You might not want to do that,” he grimaced. You laughed, knowing exactly what it was doing to him. 

“Don’t worry, Morgan,” you said as the plane finally took off. “When these two weeks or so are up and Spencer and I start taking are love more indoors, we won’t forget how much you love this and we’ll give you a little show now and then.” You lifted your legs up and curled into him, kissing his neck while he just there with his eyes closed. Morgan was desperately trying to look away but you kept staring at him; this was fun.


After a nearly 4 hour flight, during which time you fell asleep against Spencer’s chest, you finally arrived at the airport. Once you got off the plane, you ran up behind Spencer and jumped on his back again. Getting a piggyback ride was vastly underrated.

He ran you to the car, purposely running circles around Morgan on the way. “You are taking way too much joy in this, kid,” he said as he opened the door to the van.

“Yes, I am, Morgan,” he said as Morgan, Emily, Hotch, JJ and Rossi piled into the car. He turned you into him and ran his hands through your hair as he pulled you close, massaging your lips with his.

“All right, you two,” Hotch said firmly and yet with a tinge of laughter, “Get in the car. If you must, you can do more of that on the way to the police station, but it stops there.”

“Yes, sir,” you said in unison, stepping up into the car and sitting right next to Morgan. “Have to remain professional after all.”

As you moved up next to him, Morgan practically wanted to claw his way out of the car. The look on his face was priceless.

Oxymoron(ic) (4/4)

Summary: “Hey I have to photograph someone for class will you be my model?”
((In which Dan hates contrast and Phil is a walking oxymoron))

Genre:  fluff and traces of angst (probably who knows these days)

Warning: swearing and some mentions of self hatred/self criticizing

Words: 4k

A/N: sorry yhis took so long, i’ve had a super busy 2 weeks but HERE U GO. this is the first fic i’ve ever finished I’m well chuffed

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Dan flipped through the script Jack had printed out for him. It wasn’t as long as he was expecting- he suspected PJ had cut out the majority of the dialogue to try to tell a story through colours and images- it shouldn’t be too hard to learn. He sat on one of the tables in the Film classroom- his laptop perched beside him, trying to memorize his lines for today over the noise of Jack and PJ discussing shooting orders, and Phil constantly playing annoying beeping sounds to help with the synchronization of audio for Jack and PJ to edit.

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Falling for Your Booty Call pt. 2

Part 1

*Birthday Upload*

Request for this scenario:

…but you realise “fuck I love him too”…

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: …? 

You’d turned the television off about an hour ago but you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at it. Your mind was just too busy. With your legs crossed and the edge of your lip tucked between your teeth, you were going crazy as you thought about Jimin. Within the last hour of sitting in undisturbed silence, your mind had come up with five different outcomes of your conversation. He was going to be here any minute now and as the time got closer, the more nervous you were.

It had been one week since you’d last seen him and 4 days since you’d spoken to him. After his confession last week, everything just became awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. Neither of you knew how to act. Neither of you had the courage to talk about it again.

Well, that is until earlier today when you asked him to come over. You missed your best friend. It was such a drag with him being gone. There was no one to complain to. There was no one to have pointless but funny arguments with. You couldn’t make fun of his height despite him being taller than you. This past week had just been draining. You had other friends but they definitely were not Jimin.

You were broken from your thoughts as you heard the numerical password being pressed into your keypad lock. In the next few seconds, Jimin was walking into your living room. You watched as he sat down next to you and before long, your arms were wrapped around him.

“I missed you so much” you mumbled against him.

He smiled before hugging you back, wrapping his arms around you as your arms squeezed his waist.

“Missed me? Why?” he asked. You sat up and looked at him as if he were crazy. Why did you miss him? Shouldn’t he know the answer to that?

“We haven’t talked in a long time and you’re my friend” you responded.

“You have other friends, ___. We’ve gone a few days without talking before” he argued. You didn’t say anything, you’re brain validating his words. That was true.

Jimin looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond.

“I don’t know. It’s different with you than with them…and the only time we don’t speak for days is when you’re working. It was never intentional” you defended. Jimin just nodded, keeping all of his words and thoughts in his possession.

“Different because we sleep together” he said.

You shook your head and frowned. That wasn’t why he was different.

“That’s not why. You are just different. I can talk to you about everything and I have fun with you. Plus, you understand me so you don’t get angry with me over stupid things…” you said, letting your voice trail off. Jimin just looked at you and you shrugged, unsure of what to say next. Jimin smiled suddenly and sighed, scratching his head.

“Listen, I know I made it awkward between us and I’m sor-”

“It’s okay, Jimin. You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who freaked out” you said. The two of you sat in silence for a second as you thought of what to say next.

“Honestly, I think that’s what made this past week feel even worse. I could’ve handled that better” you said. Jimin just looked at you, feeling like you were going to continue with this explanation.

“Truthfully, I don’t know. The more I thought about it -about your liking me- it didn’t sound as terrifying” you continued. Your eyes cut over to his face, trying to see his reaction. He didn’t look upset or happy or anything. He was just looking back at you.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s not weird to me. It makes sense, you know? We’re always there for each other and the sex is amazing and-” your words stopped when he started to smile.

“What?” you asked.

“You always ramble when you’re thinking through things. Are you trying to find an answer to me loving you?” he asked. Your eyebrows drew together and you shook your head. Where were you going with this speech?

Jimin leaned in closer, his nose practically bumping against yours.

“I’ve already said that I love you. You just said that it was okay. We can move on now” he said, looking into your eyes. You blinked, somehow finding yourself staring a little too hard. It felt like you needed to say more. You just swallowed and nodded which forced him to smile.

“Good then. I’ve missed you and I’m glad things are getting back to normal” he said. He gently pressed his lips to yours and you could feel your ears burning. There was a heaviness in your chest as he separated from you and you couldn’t help but to continue staring at him.

“What? Would you rather that I didn’t kiss you for a while?” he asked, concerned. You shook your head before leaning over to kiss him once again. You had to test it out.

With the kiss lasting just a bit longer than the first one, you felt that heaviness return to your chest and your heartbeat pick up. When you pulled away, Jimin gave you a look.

“If you do stuff like that, I might misunderstand” he smiled. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, sorry. I-” your words stalled and you just shook your head.

“Let’s go do something” you said, changing the subject. He nodded and stood up, heading for the door. You scratched your head, replaying the kisses and reaching to touch your hot, reddening ears

You didn’t like him, did you? 


Kindred chapter 3

Rae is still trying to hide from Tom and her feelings for him but doing a poor job at it, even in her own apartment she can’t escape him and he doesn’t really seem to mind her company.

No warning, this is pretty much all fluff and a little bit of feels for now

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Chapter 2


Kindred chapter 3

I was climbing the stairs to my apartment after a long day of work, looking forward to sinking down on my couch with a bottle of wine and just hide from the world for a while, and especially from Tom.
But when I opened my door I found the object of my recent problems occupying my couch with his enormously long legs, he was ticking away on the remote control of my tv and looked up when he heard me come in.

I had to fight my initial reaction to just turn around and walk back through that door.

What was he doing here? How did it become impossible for me to escape him? Not even in my own apartment now?! Is this a sign?

I took a deep breath and tried to act like I wasn’t bothered, which of course I was, this was my safe haven, he was not supposed to be here to distract me.

‘Hey stalker’ I joked, putting a smile on his face.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he apologized,’ your sister let me in but she had another fitting for her dress, she thought you wouldn’t mind if I hung out here, please tell me if you do, it’s okay, it’s your apartment and I don’t want to impose’

He was already halfway up and out of the couch before I could speak.
‘It’s fine, stay’ I sighed and gave him what I hoped would be a friendly smile, how could I kick him out when he was being all apologetic and sweet?

If the universe would not allow me to avoid him, I might as well just go with it, it’s not as if I really had a choice anyway.

He sat back down with a relieved smile as I took off my coat and crawled next to him on the couch, making sure I kept my distance.

‘I was just picking out a movie, do you want to join me?’ he asked.
‘Sure, why not…what are you watching?’
‘I hadn’t decided yet,’ he said,’ what do you like?’

‘No romantic bullshit,’ I said quickly,’ anything else is fine’
He shook his head laughing.

‘You’re not like most girls are you?’ he said as he looked at me. 
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or just a statement.

‘Am I not?’ I asked him as I smiled, his eyes were resting on me again and I could see his smile disappear and make room for a more serious expression.

‘No you’re not’ he spoke softly. 
And there it was again, that awkward moment where he looked at me too long for comfort and I could feel the butterflies starting to wake up in my belly.

I looked away and back to the tv, wishing he would just pick something and start watching it, anything for this moment to be over.

‘There,’ I said, pointing at the first movie I saw,’ The green Mile’
‘Really?’ he asked surprised,’ no romance but sad depressing drama is okay?’

‘It’s a great movie!’ I insisted.
‘That’s very true,’ he agreed,’ Alright, The green mile it is then’

I got up to take a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, filled them both and handed one to Tom before I crawled back to my corner on the couch.
‘I think we might need these’ I said as I gave him a little smile.

‘It’s okay,’ he said,’ if it gets too sad I will hold your hand’

I was definitely not imagining this, he was flirting, again! It’s like he just couldn’t help himself it came so naturally to him.

I took a long sip from the wine and tried to ignore what he just said and how his hand on mine was now all I could think about. I crawled further back to my side of the couch while he started the movie.

I was happy to be able to sit with him for a few hours without having to talk to him, I could see he was completely drawn into the movie and I allowed my eyes to drift. 

He was wearing a blue jeans and a dark t-shirt that hugged his chest and he was sitting with his long legs wide open again, leaned back in the couch.
His face was gorgeous in the dim light coming from the tv, his cheekbones appeared even sharper than usual and his eyes were so focussed on the screen it was almost hypnotizing, I could see him biting his lip when the scenes got more intense.

I couldn’t help but smile and I had to force myself to look away from him and keep my attention on the movie.

It was almost midnight when we were watching the end credits roll down the screen, I stretched my arms over my head as I sat up straight in the couch and turned to look at him. 
He was still watching the screen avoiding to look at me and I could see his eyes were teary.

‘Are you crying?’ I asked.
‘No, he said way too quickly but when he turned his head to look at me I could see the tears in his eyes.

‘Oh my god, do you need me to hold your hand?’ I joked, biting my lip as soon as I realised what I just said but he was so taken aback by the movie that he hadn’t noticed my poor attempt at flirting or if he did he just ignored it.

‘How can you not cry with this movie?’ he then asked surprised,’ it’s heart wrenching’
‘It is,’ I said, more softly now,’ and I did cry the first time I saw it’

‘I can’t help it,’ he admitted,’ it gets me every time’

I looked at him and the little smile on his face as he was hiding the tears and wiped his cheeks. 
It was the most adorable thing I had ever seen and before I realised what I did I had moved over to his side of the couch and put my hand on his knee.

He didn’t react shocked or surprised but just took my hand and curled his fingers around mine while he rubbed my palm with his thumb and stared into my eyes. 

My heart was about to jump out of my chest being so close to him all of a sudden.

I knew I should get up right now, just take my hand back and stand up but I was unable to move. I would do anything to drag this moment and have him touch me for just a little while longer.

His eyes had not left mine for some time now and I knew he noticed my breathing was faster than it had been before. I tried to read his expression but all I could do was drown into those gorgeous blue eyes, my mind was completely blank.

He brought his hand to my face and let it run through my hair softly, brushing my cheek with his thumb but just when I thought he was going to lean closer he let out a deep sigh and turned away from me. 

I knew the moment was over before it even started and I quickly got up from the couch, trying to escape the awkward emptiness that hung between us now.

‘Goodnight Tom’ I whispered and I looked back at him before I left the room, he was sitting numb in his spot on the couch and staring in front of him.

I had finally managed to find sleep after lying awake for over an hour, thinking about that moment and if I had just been imagining it, but it was a restless sleep and I woke up again around 4 o’clock that night.
As I tossed and turned a little I could hear movement in the other room, the guest room.

I tried to listen more carefully and regretted it immediately…the bed was squeaking, it was pretty quiet at first but then it got louder, and then I heard the sound that really killed me: it was a deep male voice moaning, it was Tom! Tom was moaning louder and louder and about to have an orgasm right behind this wall.
No! Oh fuck no! 

I pulled my pillow over my ears trying to block this sound from my head but it was useless. 
And just when I thought it might be over I could hear my sister screaming:’ Oh god…oh Tom…oh god yes!’

No no no this is not happening! 

I was out of the bed in seconds, ran through my living room in a mad rush and out of the apartment, I closed the door behind me and let out a deep sigh of relief at the silence in the hallway. 
There was no way I could go back in there so I knocked on Wyatt’s door.

It took him a few minutes to answer and he opened the door with messy hair, sleepy eyes and a blanket around his shoulders.

‘Of course it’s you’ he sighed.
‘I request shelter’ I begged him.

On seeing my face he pulled me inside immediately and put his arms and his blanket around me. I leaned into his hug and rested my head on his shoulder.

‘What happened?’ Wyatt asked.
‘Please don’t ask, I don’t wanna talk about it,’ I said as I shook my head and broke free from his hug,’ just let me have your couch’
He looked at me again with a worried look on his face.

‘You can have my bed, I couldn’t sleep anyway,’ he said as he gave me the blanket and pushed me towards his bedroom,’ go sleep and tell me everything in the morning’
I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

‘Thank you’ I said softly and found my way to the bedroom, I let myself fall on the bed and pulled the pillow over my head, I could still hear Tom’s sexy moans in the back of my head, sleep was the last thing on my mind. 


After saying goodbye to Wyatt the next morning I hurried over to my apartment to get dressed when I found Clara sitting on the kitchen table.

‘Good morning,’ she said with a big smile on her face,’ where were you last night?’
‘I had plans with Wyatt’ I lied, not wanting her to know that she and Tom were the reason I ran from my own apartment.

‘So you weren’t here at all?’ she asked, I could see a hint of relief on her face.

‘No I wasn’t,’ I said, it had been the last thing I wanted to say about the whole thing but the huge smile on her face made me angry all of a sudden and I couldn’t keep quiet,’ but um…I would appreciate it if you and Tom kept it down next time, I’ve just had complaints from my neighbour’

The smile disappeared from her face instantly, I know it was cruel but it made me feel a little bit better. 

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said as she brought her hand to her chest in shock,’ oh God Rae I’m sorry, I don’t want to get you in trouble with your neighbours’

‘Just go to his hotel room next time’ I said as I gave her a little fake smile and disappeared into my room.

I know, I wasn’t proud of myself either. Jealousy is an ugly beast and it hadn’t visited me for a long time, I was not ready to let it in again but I could feel it forcing its way in anyway and I was powerless to stop it.

The thought that she was, once again, getting everything I wanted so badly was killing me, more than it ever had before because in my 32 years on this planet I had never wanted anything more than I wanted that man.

geoodlestuff  asked:

If you accept Sterek prompts, then: Derek, PTSD with nightmares and insomnia. Stiles, post-nogitsune trauma and insomnia. Hurt/comfort. Late night talks under the stars. Slow burn into a relationship, of which they don't even have to question. One night they just hold hands and maybe kiss; the following day at the pack meeting, maybe, they're curled together on the sofa.

Oh god I finally finished it! I spent too much time writing this but I just have a lot of feelings about hurt/comfort Sterek okay??? I hope you like it! (:

Stiles is tired. So so tired. Yet his brain doesn’t seem to be able to compute that because he’s still lying here in his bed, staring at the ceiling at almost 4 o’clock in the morning. It’s been like this ever since they got rid of the nogitsune. It had taken a couple weeks after for him to not feel quite so ragged, to be able to stomach regular meals and drive back and forth between school and home. But…he still can’t sleep.

He lays in his bed for hours and hours every night but only manages a couple hours of sleep—if he’s lucky. There won’t be any nightmares—he knows that. The only reason he can come up with for this is that he’s just gotten used to it. It’s obvious that Scott notices something going on but he doesn’t say anything, probably taking Stiles’ quiet demeanor to be a more emotional problem. And sure, his emotions are all over the place. There’s no doubt about that. But it’s mostly that he just can’t freaking sleep.

With a long drawn out sigh, Stiles turns his head to stare out his window. He always leaves the blinds open now because the street lamp outside can serve as a nightlight. It’s easier than admitting that he can’t stand complete darkness anymore. Tonight, there’s extra milky light floating in to his room from an almost full moon, settled high above the tree line and surrounded with small shining stars. Objectively, the sight is pretty, relaxing, but it doesn’t really make him feel better.

Stiles bites his lip in deliberation for a moment before getting out of his bed with a sluggishness suggestive of exhaustion (no surprise there) and slips on a hoodie and a pair of old tennis shoes. With that, he’s grabbing his keys and heading downstairs. He leaves a short note so his dad doesn’t freak out if he wakes up before Stiles gets back and then he’s in his jeep, driving with the window down so the cool air of spring wafts in and tickles his skin. It’s not great but it’s better than his stifling bedroom.

Four weeks now since Scott bit the nogitsune and Kira ran it through with a sword. Four weeks since Allison was ran through with a sword, too. Four weeks since Aiden died in his brother’s arms and Ethan disappeared to who knows where. Four weeks since Isaac ran off with Chris to France without any plans of returning to the hell hole Beacon Hills has become.

It hasn’t been easy since Scott was bit but this is definitely the worst it’s ever been.

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How Potions Create Great Chemistry

For the Makorra Summer Project.

Summary: Korra’s failing Potions and there’s only one student who can help her. The only problem is that they hate each other. Hogwarts AU

A/N: Ok so after one month of studying the Harry Potter Wiki like the Bible, suffering half a dozen bouts of writer’s block and constantly re-reading, rearranging and cutting out entire chunks of story, I’ve finally produced this almost 8000 word monstrosity. This was mostly inspired by the various HP/Krew fanarts floating around (Specifically from kaiayame). But I hope you guys enjoy my labor of love and that it will provide a magical reading experience! (sorry that was awful but I’m in a cheezy mood right now)

“Why on earth do I have to do this evil subject for my OWLs?” Korra muttered, rubbing her temples while staring at the gibberish written in her Potions textbook.

Her friend Asami chuckled in amusement. “Well don’t blame me, blame Hogwarts for making it mandatory. Besides, you’re the one who wants to become an Auror after you graduate and Potions is required at NEWT level.”

Korra rolled her eyes and aggressively shut the book, shoving it away from her. “I know that, but it still doesn’t help.”

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anonymous asked:

Me and my ex were a party and shitfaced drunk and high. We were outside smoking a cig and I was on the top step while him bottom. We've never Ickes, or even talked about it, and I looked at him seducingly and kissed him passionately. He stared fingering me and I got so wet 😩💦 we went inside and didn't want anyone knowing we were having sex so we went to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut he pushed me up against the sink and pulled my pants off. He slid in and we fucked for 4 straight hours

anonymous asked:

Let's talk jikook! What's your favorite jikook moment? Or what really made you jikook trash? Lol

favourite jikook moment why would you do this again thERES SO MANY buuut here my faves in no particular order

there’s some more but I can’t find the links rn but it’s something also this it took me like an hour pls appreciate the effort ;_;

and to answer the second question tbh I can’t even remember I became jikook trash as soon as I became bangtan trash I fell in that hell real quick tbh

thank you for sending this seeing messages in my ask box always makes me happy ^_^


this is for the anon that requested this ages ago - i am very sorry for not writing it sooner :(( plus, it’s pretty average

p.s. please follow me bc i’ll post the intro to my fanfic when i get 200 followerszzzz



“I can’t see anything!” You shouted to your boyfriend Luke who was squashed up right next to you, head banging. You were currently at an All Time Low concert with him and there was a fucking huge dude in front of you blocking your view. You didn’t mind being sweaty and shoved about as that’s what standing gigs are all about but the tall guy was pissing you off.

“Get on my shoulders for a bit!” he shouted back. All of a sudden, he crouched down and gestured for you to leap on his back. You did so and your view now was 1 million times better (now you could marvel at the wonderful human being that is Zack Merrick). You tickled his ears as a sort-of ‘thank you’ and he looked up at you and laughed. Thank god you had a tall, strong boyfriend.

(((was that cute idk???)))


You were waiting to pick Calum up from the airport as he had just arrived back from tour. It had been just over 2 months since you last physically saw him and you had of course missed him like heck.

As soon as you saw him and the rest of his band appear in the distance, you started to run towards him at full speed. He met eyes with you just as you leapt on him and squeezed him in a tight hug.

“Woah.” was all he could say, as he dropped his suitcase and bag to hug you back.

“Cal I missed you so much!!” you nuzzled your head into his neck and pressed your lips to his skin.

“Come here.” he brought you face to face with him and kissed your lips whilst giggling.


4am. Not a typical time to be dancing about to strange songs with Mikey. Then again, you had both drank on average 4 cans of Monster energy drink in the past hour. This could have resulted in a heart attack but it ended up in you and him being incredibly hyper.

Your hyper-ness ended up in you two play-fighting. After successfully pulling away from his grip for once, you ran around before Michael full on jumped on you. He pinned you down on the floor and stared into your eyes. By now you were both laughing hysterically

“You’re crazy and I love you.” he chuckled and met your lips with his.


You’d just got home from a long day at work when you smelt something amazing cooking from the kitchen. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Ashton called.

“Yeah,” you said wearily, “what are you making because it smells so good.”

His curly mop popped around the kitchen doorway and he was grinning weirdly. He was up to something.

“Tell meeeeee!!!” you whined, running over to him.

“Alright, I’m making you a special dinner because you seem stressed this week. We’re also going to the movies later.”

“Aww, you’re too cute.” you both giggled simultaneously and hugged.


I could tell the 4 older people in our 10-person upper deck section of the 747 were not pleased to see my two kids sit down.

They made their displeasure so obvious the flight attendant was happy to confirm for me that they were upgrade customers, whereas we had paid full fare for these business class seats.

OlderTwin, like many of his special ed classmates, is prone to talking rather loudly when excited. However, because some of his classmates have sensory issues, he’s used to and happily responds to requests and reminders that we must remember our inside voice.

Thus, I found their constant stares and unpleasant glances to be a bit comical (and a trifle rude) since we always redirected him anytime his voice got a bit loud. Considering it was a 10-hour flight, I’m pleased that the only tantrum he had was limited to our last 5 minutes on the plane.

During that incident, one of the 4 older people made a very rude comment in a voice that was loud enough that it was meant for us to hear. I politely, quietly, and sweetly said, “Oh, I should have told you when we boarded the plane that he’s intellectually disabled and has a genetic condition that makes him prone to emotional disregulation. As you may have noticed, we’re immediately on top of any disruptive behavior, hoping to minimize the impact on those around us. Please accept my apologies for any discomfort you may experienced.”

The older lady who’d made the loud comment adopted a very smug expression as it was clear she felt superior to me given I had responded to her nastiness with meekness.

I guess that’s why it was so enjoyable to see her smug expression shift to disbelief when I lowered my voice and said in the iciest tone you’ll ever hear, “His twin was perfectly well-behaved during the flight and hardly noticeable so my other son’s behavior and mannerisms are not due to poor parenting as you loudly suggested. Out of curiosity, is your rude, arrogant, and entitled behavior the result of poor parenting, a medical condition, or an unpleasant personality?”

Rather than answer, she simply grunted and walked away.

I also did an internal happy dance 30 minutes later when I noticed our line cleared customs faster than hers.

anonymous asked:

Write one where you beome a teacher and get with your old tc

(Heads up, I like writing from my point of view so some of these will be I/me/myself) (not the girlxgirl one though, I’ll do that with you/your/yourself etc)

I paused as I entered my old high school. The smell hadn’t changed; still sweet and musky from old books filling the classrooms. I must say, I could only speak for the smell of this particular building, seeing as the high school was split into over 20 buildings. The majority of my classes were in Building 25, the current building I stood in. I always looked forward to classes in here. All the English Honors classes were in Building 25, as well as various math classes. Geometry was my favorite subject, but not because of the curriculum. It was the teacher, (TC/N).

I remember walking into that class every other school day (we had/still have block scheduling), and getting a rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins when I saw him. Over the course of freshman year I became rather close to him, to the point I complete convinced myself that, the day I graduate, I’d run into his class and confess my love to him. But social acceptability overrode that idea, and I left with a simple goodbye. For months afterwards I cried every night, praying for the next day to bring our reunion. 4 years later the feelings have subsided and I’ve moved on with my life…or so I thought.

When I got the call to come work as the new English 3 Honors teacher, I accepted the offer and immediately started flipping through my old yearbooks. Every time I looked through the teachers page, I pauses and stared at (TC/N). After hours of going through all 4 yearbooks, I realized why I was excited about going back. Yes, I love my high school, and yes, I’m excited to start teaching English, but the fact that I’ll have a chance of seeing (TC/N) everyday sparked the old flame I thought I had extinguished entirely.

My classroom was the same room I took English 3 Honors in when I was in school. The old teacher, Mrs. Beth, had moved down a class and started teaching English 2 Honors. As I walked in, though, I saw she had left all of her decorations up. Every “To Kill A Mockingbird” poster, every “Lord Of The Flies” mask…even her old desk and fridge? Wha-


I screamed, nearly dropping my coffee, and spun around to see Mrs. Beth standing in my doorway. Behind her was my English 1 Honors teacher, Mrs. Hatch. I screamed again, this time in excitement, and ran over to both of them.

“Oh my god, I missed you two!” I said as they pulled me in for a hug.

“We missed you, too,” Mrs. Beth said. Mrs. Beth was a younger teacher, in her 20s when she taught me, while Mrs. Hatch was in her 60s. They both had the same amount of energy, probably because they were always running on coffee.

“Mrs. Beth,” I said, after recovering from our greeting, “why is all your stuff still in here?”

“Well, every English teacher needs some crazy decorations in her classroom, so I just left mine for you!”

“And what about your desk and fridge?”

“Oh, I needed new ones anyways,” she smiled, “also, I know you know how important coffee is to English teachers, so Mrs. Hatch and I got you…” she trailed off, a goofy smile on her face.

“Got me…?”


I turned and saw a brand new coffee maker sitting on top of the fridge.

“Oh wow,” I said, laughing, “that’s perfect! Thank you, both. This is amazing!”

“Well, you were always our favorite student,” Mrs. Hatch smiled, “and we’re so happy you came back!”

“So am I,” I smiled, “so…are most of the teachers still here?”

“Same teachers, same classrooms,” Mrs. Beth paused, “well, almost, obviously!”

“So (TC/N) is still here?” I asked, trying to hide my smile at the thought of him.

“Oh yeah, he’s still down in room 113.”

“Oh, that’s great,” I smiled, “I’ll have to go visit him!”

“Oh, not yet,” Mrs. Hatch said, “besides being here to greet you, we also are here to take you to your first faculty meeting.”


“Yeah,” Mrs. Beth said, “it’s this really boring thing all new teachers have to go to, but after a few months you can just sign up for email updates.”

I sighed, disappointed that my visit with (TC/N) was delayed.

“Ok, so…I have to go now or…?”

“Yeah, it starts in 5 minutes, which you obviously know how long it takes to get to Building 1!”

“About 5 minutes,” I nodded, “so we should go.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Hatch said, “just come with us!”


The three of us reached Building 1, the walk all the way across campus filling me with nostalgia. Since we shared a campus with a technology institute, Building 1 was half high school classrooms and the faculty areas, half welding and engineering areas. Mrs. Hatch and Mrs. Beth lead me downstairs into “The Pit” (welding areas filled with broken boats and RVs). As we got the steps, though, it was dark, unusual for The Pit. Once the door closed behind us the lights flashed on, revealing a room void of any broken boats. Instead, tables and chairs were set up, with food and drinks on the. Then, suddenly, several teachers jumped out from under the tables.

“WELCOME BACK!” They all shouted.

A smile streaked all the way across my face, to the point I felt like it would rip in half. All of my teachers was there, from History to Biology, even my career academy teacher. I covered my mouth, hiding the gaping look on my face. As my eyes looked over every teacher standing in front of me, I saw something that made them freeze, then glaze over with tears. (TC/N), his goofy smile radiating like the sun between storm clouds. He noticed me staring at him, and walked towards me.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he said, and wrapped his arms around me. My breath caught at the feeling of warmth seeping into my skin.

Finally, I thought.

“(TC/N), I missed you,” I said as I pulled away.

“I missed you, too,” he said, eyes fixed on mine, hands on my shoulders. I wanted the moment to last forever, but that dick Mr. Ewell had to cut it short.

“Oh, come on (TC/N), don’t hog (Y/N)! She was our student, too,” Mr. Ewell joked. To be honest, I loved Mr. Ewell. He was a sarcastic little shit, which is what made him my favorite History teacher.

“Yeah, sorry,” (TC/N) laughed, “oh, here, before I let you go on I need to give you something!”

“Aw, you got me a present? Ain’t that special,” I smiled.

“Haha, yeah,” he said, and reached in his jacket pocket. (TC/N) pulled out a letter and handed it to me, “Read this when you get a moment alone.” He winked and walked off to speak with Mrs. Beth.


It took about an hour before I finally got a moment alone. (TC/N) had left to go to the bathroom about 10 minutes before I was able to read his letter. I sat down at one of the tables, turning the envelope over in my hand before opening it. The back read (Y/N), and I remembered how much I loved the way he wrote my name. I lifted open the tucked flap and removed the contents. There was a trifold piece of paper and a picture. It was of (TC/N) and I, during my Senior Powder Puff game, after we won against the Sophomores. I was covered in dirt, with a black eye just starting to form from a Sophomore “accidentally” punching me in the face. (TC/N) had our high school shirt on, soaked in sweat from cheering so much. I forgot we had taken that photo together, and while we both looked like hell, it was one of the times I’ve ever felt true bliss.

I away a tear that had rolled down my cheek, then unfolded the letter. It was short, with only one sentence written one it. It read:


Meet me in my room at 6:30am.


It was 6:20am. Holy shit.


As I walked to (TC/N) room, a million different scenarios ran through my head. Did he have a present? Did he want to talk, just the two of us? Did he want to fuck me until my legs were numb? Ok, that last one was extremely far fetched. I don’t know why, but my heart was racing, as if I was nervous. Maybe because I actually was nervous as hell.

I made it to his classroom, took a deep breath, and opened the door. (TC/N) sat in the middle of the room, spinning around on his chair like the dork he is.

“Come,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he stopped spinning, “sit down.”

“(TC/N), what’s going on?” I asked as I sat down.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, lowering his voice, “something I should’ve told you the day you graduated.”

He stood up and my heart stopped. The look on (TC/N)’s face revealed something I had only ever dreamed about, yet even now I still doubt.

“(Y/N),” he said, standing over you, “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked into my class.”

“Who do what now?” I sputtered.

He smirked and grabbed my shoulders, “I love you, and I want you.”

(TC/N) leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. That one single touch set off a flurry of emotions, and, in and instant, I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in. Within moments of that first kiss, I had succumbed to my secret teenage love affair with a man who never knew he was apart of it.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he moans, unbuckling his belt. As he removed his pants, I stripped myself of my own clothing, then finally ripped off his shirt. (TC/N) sat back down in his chair, and pulled me out of mine. Now sitting on his lap, skin against skin, and no laws holding us back, I finally felt as though I could live the life I wanted since I was 15.

“I love you,” I moaned as (TC/N) slid into me.

“I love you, too,” he gasped, “and I’m not letting you get away. Not this time.”