i had forgotten how much i loved him but now it's all coming back and hitting me full in the face

The Yule Ball - A Cedric Diggory Imagine

A/N: I’ve been drowning in Cedric feels lately and I figure if I’m going down, I’m taking y’all with me!

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Cedric chatted with his friends as they all awaited their dates in the crowded corridor. Because so many students were going with people from other houses or schools, the main corridor had become the unofficial meeting place. 

“You sure she’s coming, Ced? Not standing you up, is she?” one joked as his date appeared beside him. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” Cedric replied dryly. “She’s worth the wait.”

“Of course she is,” the other answered with a reassuring pat to Ced’s shoulder. “We’ll see you in there, yeah?”

Cedric nodded as his friends and their dates headed into the Great Hall eager for a night of dancing and cheer. 

Before long, most of the corridor had emptied out. Cedric fidgeted nervously with his sleeves as he waited for you to join him. You weren’t ditching him, were you? You and Cedric had been together for what seemed like years, but suddenly he became worried that you had grown tired of him. 

“Sorry I’m late!” your familiar voice shocked him far from his negative thoughts. You were running down the hallway, your hair flowing behind you, your shoes in hand. “One of the fourth years got stood up by her date and I was comforting her.”

You came to a halt beside him, your breath frantic as you tried to force it to return to normal.

“That’s alright,” he assured kissing your temple. “She okay?”

You shrugged, “She will be. Help me into my shoes?” 

Cedric laughed and allowed you to use him as support as you clumsily shoved your feet into your heels. 

Standing up, you patted your hair down, fully aware that your preparation had probably gone out the window as a result of your last minute sprint. 

“You look beautiful,” Cedric stated. “You always do.”

You blushed, in awe of the charming boy you were lucky enough to call your own. 

“Mister Diggory, Miss (Y/N), there you are!” Professor Sprout huffed, her excitement evident. “Are you ready for the first dance?” 

“First dance?” you asked, your brows wrinkling in confusion. 

“The champions and their dates participate in the first dance before the ball officially begins,” she clarified. 

You looked at Cedric, anxiety written all over your face.

“We’ll be right there, Professor,” Cedric answered.

“You have 3 minutes!” Professor Sprout reminded as she headed back to where the other champions waited. 

“I’m so sorry, love. It completely slipped my mind. I just had so much going on and -” Cedric rambled, torn up over his mistake. 

“It’s okay, Ced,” you promised. You could tell Cedric felt horrible and you didn’t want to add to his guilt by berating him. “I just need a minute.”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours frantically. 

You took a few deep breaths, trying to forget that all eyes would be on you in just a few short minutes. 

“Hey,” he murmured, his hands gently running up and down your arms. “Eyes on me, yeah?” 

A soft smile formed on your lips, “Yeah.” 

Cedric’s lips met yours briefly before he led you to the entryway of the Great Hall. 

Before you could even process what was happening, you were led to the center of the room, music drifting through the hall. 

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Cedric held your waste firmly, his eyes never leaving yours as he twirled you around, his moves precise, yours following him easily. 

“You’re doing so well, my darling,” he cooed into your ear during a string of moves that brought you close to his chest. 

Your nerves, while still bubbling just under your skin, were mostly forgotten as you gazed in to Cedric’s warm honey eyes. HIs eyes twinkled with happiness, a bright smile lighting up his face. 

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When the dance ended, you finally remembered everyone watching you as the sound of applause hit your ears. 

“You did it!” Cedric cheered, kissing your cheek as other couple’s filled the holes on the dance floor. 

“I had a good partner, didn’t I?”

“Come on, let’s get something to drink,” he suggested. 

The night continued to be one to be remembered as you danced and laughed with your friends and the boy you loved. Dance after dance you were reminded just how in love you were with Cedric. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to have a hand on you - holding yours, around your shoulder, gently resting on the small of your back, or maybe it was the way his voice reminded you of melted caramel - soft and warm, or maybe it was the way he made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world - like no one else mattered to him. Whatever the reason, you were certainly glad your paths had crossed all those years ago. 


“Want to get out of here?” Cedric whispered into your ear a little after 10. 

“What a line,” you laughed, though you took his hand and followed him out of the ballroom. 

Cedric led you through the castle, stopping every so often to avoid a teacher or your fellow students. 

Eventually, he stopped the two of you in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.  

“Room of Requirement, hmm? What are you up to, Mr. Diggory?” you teased, knowing full well what Cedric was thinking about. 

“You’ve never been very good with surprises,” he chuckled as he walked past the tapestry three times, a door appearing following his third pass. 

“Shall we?” he asked, eyebrows waggling, an arm held out to you.

“We shall,” you grinned, looping your arm through his. 

Walking through the door, you were met with a cozy looking room. A bed sat  in the middle, a blue comforter inviting you in. The bed was larger than any bed you’d ever seen and took up the majority of the room. It was the perfect size for cuddling…or other activities. A dresser stood beside it, a bathroom in the corner complete with a shower and bath. 

“Not bad, Diggory,” you giggled, running a hand along the soft covers. 

“Homely, isn’t it?” he asked. 

You nodded in agreement as you slipped out of your shoes. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” you accused. 

Cedric let out a hearty laugh, “Get your pretty mind out of the gutter, darling.” Though, he removed his coat and quickly moved onto his tie. 

“I don’t see you complaining,” you countered. “Help me?” 

Cedric moved behind you, finding your zipper with ease, and quickly releasing you from your gown. As you wiggled out of it, he peppered your neck and shoulders with chaste kisses. 

Turning around to face him, you pulled him close by his collar, unbuttoning his shirt as your lips found his. He shook his shirt off, lips never leaving yours. 

Cedric’s hands made their way to your thighs as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Playfully, he tossed you onto the bed. 

Before he joined you, he discarded his pants, leaving him in his boxers, you in your bra and underwear.

You whimpered as he hovered over you, attacking your collar bone with light kisses and bites. A hand snaked around to your back and he swiftly unclasped your bra. 

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His mouth trailed across your chest, taking his time to focus on each nipple and then the valley between. 

You whined as his fingers danced around your clothed core, running up and down, teasing you. 

“Ced,” you pleaded. 

He kissed your lips in acknowledgment before sliding your underwear down and tossing them to the floor. 

He wasted little time, running a finger through your folds twice before he eased it into you, your slickness coating it. Soft huffs left your lips as he pumped in and out, warming you up. Before you knew it, he had added a second finger and his tongue had made its way to your clit. 

“Fuck,” you breathed. 

“Language,” Cedric muttered jokingly against your core. 

“I’m close,” you warned. 

“Go on, then, sweetheart.”

His encouragement pushed you over the edge, your climax washing over you like a waterfall. Your back arched off the bed and your breath left you in a hurry. 

After lapping up your mess, Cedric pushed himself up and kissed your lips sloppily. 

“I love how red your cheeks get,” he pressed kisses to both cheeks. 

“Can you be adorable later, please?” you groaned impatiently. “I love you, but I need you in me right now.”

Cedric laughed again while quickly removing his boxers. 

He stroked his length a few times before lining up at your entrance. 

He looked at you questioningly. You nodded. He pushed in, grunting at the feeling of your warmth around his cock. 

“Alright?” he asked, gritting his teeth once he bottomed out. 

You nodded again, too full to get any words out. 

Pulling out, he thrusted back in with all his strength. Both of you let out moans at the sensation of his thick shaft filling your wet heat. 

“I won’t last long,” Cedric admitted, his jaw locked, his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead every so often. 

“Me either.”

His breathing grew heavy as he continued pounding into you. Both of you working up a sweat as you clung to one another. 

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“(Y/N),” he growled, his orgasm on the brink of coursing through him. 

“Please,” you begged.

That was all it took for him to spill his seed into you with a heavy grunt. 

The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you over the edge once more, your breath hitching as your nails dug into his back. 

Cedric pulled out and laid down beside of you. Both of you shaking slightly as you came down from your highs. 

“Shit,” he mumbled as one last aftershock ran through him.

“Language,” you teased. 

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead. 

“I love you.”

You looked up at him, a hazy smile on your lips, “I love you too. But, I need a shower now.”

You stood up and made your way to the shower. Glancing over your shoulder you smirked, “You coming?”


After the two of you were clean and dry, you flopped onto the bed, Cedric watching you adoringly.

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“Come here, you,” he chuckled as you scooted over to rest against his chest. 

He tucked you close to him, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. 

Cedric fell asleep that night dreaming of his future after Hogwarts. A future that he hoped would include you. A future that you’d later learn would end far too soon. 



Power Plays (Daddy/Kitten/Teacher). I don’t need to go to war over this. It’s nothing we don’t already know. XiuDaddy is real and he’d love for you to bring him out. I think that Minseok would be sweet but silent most of the time, but if you started getting whinny for some reason or throwing a bit of a fit. That’s when this kink would come out. He’d make the most of the situation where in you were already in your role due to anger or frustration. He’d love seeing you like this too! Like if you were getting upset because you couldn’t reach something. He’d watch you as his kink slowly melted over his warming body. “Do you want Daddy to get it for you?” He’d finally ask, his body ready to dominate yours.

Orgasm Control. Not denial. Control. Think about it! You under him, his hands hovering over your needy body. All he has to say is “come” and you will. So. Hard. Your body will bloom under him in the best of ways and he’d get off on seeing you come at his demand. Not to mention, the training will be the best time of your life!

Rough Sex With Gentle Aftercare. This can be a confusing kink at times but it’s really quite simple. Imagine XiuDaddy fucking you so hard and fast that by the time he’s done with you and already panting beside of you, you’re still whimpering. He’ll be all covered in sweat and your hips would sting in the best ways from where he held you down. Minseok would bring you into his hot arms and hold you. He would make a shushing noise to calm you and then give you a stuffy to hold onto while you both fall asleep. Sweet right?


PRAISE (Giving and Receiving). Lu would love when you tell him just how good he was making you feel. How he was meant to fuck you. Your praise would have him going crazy! He’d continue to fuck you even harder until the only thing that you could do was scream for him. Luhan would also like telling you how well you were taking him or how good you felt. He’d hum his compliments in your ear as you pushed harder against him in any way you could.

Confinement. Luhan would get off on you telling him your dirty little secrets. All your kinks and fantasies, every position you wanted him to put you in. But he wouldn’t give in just then and give you what you just told him you wanted. No. He’d wait a while and when you had forgotten the conversation. BAM! Kink NO. 8 coming to get you!

Loud Sex. Loud sex, I’m talking; you screaming, him grunting, the bed frame hitting the wall hard and if the neighbors try to knock on the wall y’all won’t be able to hear him. That’s how loud he’d want you, and he’d get off on the fact that he got you there. Especially if you were a girl who usually didn’t talk much.


Thigh Riding. The image of you whining while you rocked yourself harder and harder onto his thigh would satisfy Yifan quite easily. He would love the way you feel on him and every single time you tried to hide your face in his shoulder. Yifan would be holding your waist or thighs, pulling you faster and closer while your arms were wrapped around his neck. He’d smile when you came and shook over him, maybe even chuckle a bit.

Praise. Yifan would love to groan in your ear about how good you taste, or how tight you feel around him. He’d also love for you to praise him. Tell him how good he’s making you feel, or how bad you want to bite him, even how good the orgasm he gave you was. Yifan will make sure to reward your compliments every. time.

Biting. Just close your eyes and think of Yifan, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Your teeth pushing into his shoulder and the most beautiful, sexy, deep moan comes from his throat as you bite down. His upper lip would pull up and his nose would scrunch at the painful pleasure. But also! If Yifan was being impatient and just really needed you, so he was pulling off all your clothes and then he sees a mark on your side or on your collarbone that HE LEFT YOU!!!! He would loose it and become even more rough. After admiring it first, of course!


What I mean to say is: Junmyun likes role play but a special kind of role play. These roles wouldn’t just be for a one time sexy thing. If he called you into the kitchen to ask if you had done something wrong and called himself Daddy he would expect for you to pull into it so his full, Inner Daddy could come out. Junmyun would search for the kinks, like if you were getting dressed and he said, “Where something nice for me, baby girl.” or “What about the dress Daddy got for our anniversary?” .

Distractions. I could see Junmyun being really into you distracting him. He would be working on something or reading and all it would take for him to throw away whatever he was doing, would be for you to whine at him. Tell him how needy you are and how badly you want him. Tell him all the ways you’ve pictured him taking you and how it’s made you all wet. Just wait. Four seconds maximum! You will be taken by him. 

Begging. The sound of your sweet little voice begging him to go harder or faster or just to let you come already would be heaven to Junmyuns ears. If you want Junmyun to be louder, beg him. Beg him for anything because those things that you say will have him grunting uncontrollably and girl. His groans and grunts will be so worth it!


Body Worship. Yixing would love to pamper you. Having you lay on the bed naked in just your bra and panties. He’d wonder your body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses and licks, maybe even bites. Complements would roll off his tongue along with all the things he wants and has thought about doing to you. Especially if he hasn’t gotten to see you in a long time. *wink face*

Moans. Your moans will be heaven to Yixing. Yixing is the type of person to do whatever his partner would want. Anything he could do to please you. He’d get off on the sounds you made because it means that he’s doing a good job at pleasing you. Yixing would love your sounds so much that he’d ignore room service when he hears the knocks on the door and giving you three or four orgasms just because he doesn’t want your pretty sounds to stop. 

Over Simulation. You come again and again. Once over his lips, twice over his fingers. Now Yixing’s looking down at your shivering body, his lip between his teeth, his groan still ringing through your ears…and then he moves back down. His lips traveling between your breasts and down to your extremely sensitive core once again. You could try to tell him that you couldn’t do anymore, but he won’t hear you. His lips would pull on your soft clit with a groan and your body would start searching for another orgasm.


Teasing (Receiving). If you were wearing one of his sweaters, with some high socks and really short shorts, maybe even just panties when the guys came over. It would tease the shit out of him! Beakhyuns insides would boil when you bent over, the desire to take you right now, right there would be one almost too strong. Beakhyun would be so turned on when you showed him just what he wanted, but just what he’d have to wait for. Post-Party sex with Beakhyun would be the best thing ever! He’d also love you teasing him with oral a LOT. And you know you would enjoy it too!

Attention. Beakhyun loves attention and will always want to be the center of yours. If you gave him a lot of attention, especially around other people, he’d eat it UP. The thought that you could be talking with Chanyeol or Junmyun but you stayed to sit on his lap (which would be another perfect way to tease him) and talk to him. Beakhyun would always let you know that you were the only one for him as well. No matter who else was in the room.

Cowgirl. Maybe you’re thinking, “what are you doing that’s a position not a kink”. WRONG! It is a kink for Beakhyun! He fucking loves when you ride him! With a bra, without a bra, it doesn’t matter. As long as you’re riding him real good and letting him touch you where ever he wants and you’re both moaning and groaning. That’s all he needs, imaging it would probably make him come.


PHONE SEX. Jongdae on the phone! Let me go! He would love the thought of calling you from a different time zone and demanding to know what you’re wearing for him. He’d call every night of he could. The thought of you dropping everything you were doing to touch yourself as he tells you where to pinch and when to curl your fingers would possess his thoughts. Just don’t get me started on his phone voice and how he would groan into the ear piece just to give you a harder time.

Teasing. Ohhhhhh yes. Jongdae would tease the shit out of you. Until your body was shaking and you’re begging him to let you come and then he’ll just continue. Jongdae would use his mouth, his fingers, toys, words, anything he could to tease you and let you know just how much he can do you and your poor little body.

Bonding/Pinning. I’m counting these as one because with Jongdae everything can happen! Jongdae would thrive under the thought of pushing you onto the bed and bringing your hands above your head in one of his, the other one starting to roam your body as he whispers questions at your neck. You know what you should do?!?! You should find a way to bind yourself to the bed or sofa or coffee maker, it doesn’t matter. but tie yourself up and blindfold yourself and then wait for him to come home because that would be Jongdaes SHIT!


Voyeurism. As much as Chanyeol would love to tell you to touch yourself while he watched you and his eyes just got darker and darker with lust and desire, he’d love if he didn’t have to. If he were to walk in on you felling yourself up, he would absolutely get off on it. He’d stay quiet by the door, watching you as your fingers moved faster and your face scrunched in concentration, until he just couldn’t take it anymore. Chanyeol would always have to hold back the urges to touch you himself, but that struggle would turn him on even further.

Light Bondage. Just a blindfold, a simple scrap of cloth over your eyes could do so much to Chanyeol. The fact that he wouldn’t have to shift his gaze because he had been looking at you for too long, he could look at you for as long and however he wants to. Or maybe just one of your hand is tied up? Chanyeol would need one of your hands free so you could touch him and scratch him and pull his hair. He’d love that. But that one arm would assure him that he is in control and you’re not going anywhere with out him allowing it. You are his and you are staying with him. 

Biting/Scratching. The feeling of your nails against his skin would cause Chanyeol to release the most satisfied groans you’d ever hear. He’d love the feeling of your hands or teeth pushing hard into his flesh. Also, Chanyeol would love to scratch and bite you. His fingertips leaving their mark on your thighs and his teeth on your side or shoulder. You two would put aloe vera on each others battle wounds the next day and all Chanyeol would be able to think about would be giving you more of them.


Power Plays. Kyungsoo would like being in control even if you were on top. He’d hold your waist and push his own up and lead. He would lead you so well. Kyungsoo would get off on the fact that he was the power player in the relationship. He gets to call the shots. Kyugsoos power plays wouldn’t just be for the bedroom. He’s gonna expect you to carry out the fantasy in everyday life. That will make it more real for both of you. So when he calls and says “Come over, baby. I’ve got something planed for you.” Dig into the fantasy and let Kyungsoo take you the rest of the way.

Reactions. Your reactions will be very important for Kyungsoo. He’s not going to want you to be too loud. However, he will want you to enjoy yourself. Kyungsoo will love the image of you arching your back underneath him and scratching at his forearms, moaning his name. All of that will do so much to him and Kyungsoo will always make sure you mean every sound and movement you make.

Make Outs. His lips. On yours. For as long as he wants. Kyungsoo will make out with you every chance he gets! The feeling of your smaller lips on his would have his eyebrows pushing up, but even more than that. Exploring your mouth would never get old to him. Kyungsoo knows what he’s doing with your mouth and he would show you for hours. By the time he starts moving towards the bed room, your lips will be bright red and so swollen. His groans and your moans will fill each others mouths and it will just be the most beautiful thing!


Hair Pulling. His hand would twist in your hair and pull it back with a groan as he thrusts into you. Tao would love the whine he gained from pulling your hair as well as the control to shift you in any way he wants!

Strip Shows. If you slowly took off every single piece of clothing and let Tao watch, he’d fall in love with you all over again. He’d sit really pretty in his chair with his hand holding up his face and hiding just enough of his emotion. He’d watch you as you turned your back to him to hide the redness of your face. When you turn back his eye will be hungry and you will continue to strip for him until you are wearing nothing and then as you turn to walk away he will stand and come up behind of you…

Loud Sex. Tao is gonna want you to be loud for him in bed. The louder the better. It tells him he’s doing a good job and that you like it, you like him, he’s the one doing this to you, he’s gonna love that power. 


Whispers. Imagine dark, strong, sexy arms pulling you back against his toned chest. Jongins face coming to your neck with a groan. You hear as he parts his lips, your eyes already closed and your mouth already falling open. “Did you miss me?” His deep rough voice would push into your ears as he starts kissing your neck. His arms holding you firmly. Or maybe you’re just siting on the sofa, reading, when Jongin come over and kneels beside your head. “I’m going to get us a drink and then I’m going to my room. Be there. Naked.”

Sweat. Jongin would love the look of your body covered in sweet, sweet sweat. If he was watching you lay on the bed with your hands above your head and a vibrator plugged into you and you’re having your third orgasm. He’s not gonna let it end until he’s ready to come touch you and he’s not gonna be ready until you’re dripping. In every way. Or if you were under him, sweating as he put you into every possible position. If Jongin could see you drip with sweat it would make him crazy. He’d bare his teeth, growl, maybe even bite you. Don’t be surprised if Jongin takes you to a warmer room and then holds you under the covers while he fucks you senselessly until you can’t breathe anymore but he says you can’t get air until you come for him again.. Okay I just need this in my life.

Quietly Loud Sex. Like you guys are fucking like it’s part of the Olympics but y'all are in a simi-public place or another member is home. Those moans and groans that go right in the other persons face. Thats that shit I’m talking about! Jongin would love to see your face as you silently scream and all the scratching and biting that’ll happen to make up for it. Please sign me up.


Public Make Outs. Sehun wouldn’t care if anyone saw you two make out. If you were over to watch a movie and the other members were in the living room with you but he wanted to kiss you. He would. I mean full on, tongue down your throat, loud groaning, hands pulling you closer, you on your tiptoes kind of  kissing. He’s not going to hold back, if anything he’s going even harder. Depends on who it is in the room with you two but nonetheless, expect him to have you out of breath.

Dominance. Sehun is in charge. He tells you what to do and you do it. That gets Sehun feeling so damn good. But, I think you should play with him a bit. Falter, if you will. Say, Sehun tells you to take off your shirt, don’t do it right away. This will drive him mad, in the best way, and cause him to act. Of course, you being a good girl would be lovely and he would love how quickly you obeyed him. But if you tested him and gave him a moment to express how he was the Dom. I know he’d fucking love that shit!

Surfaces. If you ever see Sehun staring at wall or counter, don’t worry, he’s just thinking about fucking you against it. He’d walk up to a wall and pull his hand out of his pocket to run it over the surface and then he’d chuckle, either he has taken you against that wall before, or he’s about to.

Defending You

Requested: What about a protective Shawn one where you have some trouble with your family in the sense that they poke fun at you for certain things and it really upsets you and you tell him and then at a family dinner it happens again and he stands up for you because you never say anything :) (btw I love your writing)


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It has been two years since you and Shawn started dating, so he knows nearly everything about you now. He knows that your relationship with your family is interesting to say the least. You love them because they’re your family, but at the same time, they’ve often been really critical of you, and you were never sure exactly why. You’ve always felt like nothing you could do was good enough for them. And you feel like your parents always compare you to your brother who is a doctor and your sister who is a lawyer. You’re in your second year of University studying English, which your parents don’t consider a real study. They’re always sending little jabs your way regarding your job and pretty much all of your life choices.

It makes you sad every time you have to go to family dinners or anything else with them because it is honestly so difficult listening to them talk and feeling so judged by the people who are supposed to love you no matter what. Tonight is yet another of those nights that you have a dinner. They don’t happen too often. Maybe only once every few months and that is about as often as you see your family. 

“Are you sure you want to go?” Shawn asks you while pulling off his t-shirt to change into the dress shirt you laid out for him. He’s hesitant because he knows you always feel sad and hurt after seeing your family, and he hates to see you like that.

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August Heat

Pairing: Dean x Reader (sorry this took so long)

Warnings: Smut. Pure smut. I didn’t mean for it to get this out of hand, but it did and I’m not sorry. Also lots of sweat (if that grosses people out), swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), the tiniest bit of fluff but like barely.



If this scorching heat didn’t kill you, than the sight of Dean Winchester sweaty and shirtless would.

After your brother had been killed by a witch, you’d stayed with Sam and Dean in the bunker. They explained the history of it, how it came to be and how they’d managed to end up living in it. You’d barely heard a word they said, just happy you had good company, food, and a bed to yourself. The bunker was heaven on earth.

Until the air conditioning broke down in the middle of august. It was a goddamn oven and you were sure you’d go crazy with heat stroke just before dropping dead. Sam and Dean were only mildly bothered by it. Taking off whatever pieces of clothing they felt necessary, leaving you not just hot, but bothered as well. Both men were chiseled to perfection and the sweat seemed to make them glow.

You’d had a crush on Dean since he convinced you to stay with them over a year ago. He promised you not just a place to stay, but a home. His words nearly brought you to tears. Watching as he packed your things into the impala, you knew it would get better from there.

And now here you were. In your thinnest t-shirt and shorts, drowning in a puddle of your own sweat, spread eagle on the floor in front of the only fan in the bunker. You closed your eyes and imagined yourself on top of a nice snowy mountain, frozen in a block of ice. It didn’t help at all but it didn’t make the heat worse either.

Footsteps echoed through the bunker and when you opened your eyes you saw Dean walking across the library in a pair of plaid boxers. You quickly looked away, hoping you could pass off the blush blooming on your cheeks as a result of the heat.

Dean blew a long whistle. “Gotta love summer, hey sweetheart?” Grinning at the sight of you, a hot mess on the floor.

You flipped him the bird and rolled over to a part of the marble floor that was nice and cool and not covered in your sweat. The sound of Dean’s laugh made you smile, despite your crabbiness.

Without warning, you were drenched in a bucket of ice cold water. You sat up with a gasp, the drastic change from hot to cold almost gave you whiplash. Dean’s laugh echoed again, loud and obnoxious. Glaring at him only made it worse. As mad as you wanted to be, the water felt wonderful and you were now more awake than you’d been in the last week.

“You’re an ass.” You laughed, standing up and flicking some water at him.

“You looked like you needed some cooling off.” Dean replied but his tone was different. Constricted.

Looking at Dean’s face, you saw his eyes cast downward and cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. When he did finally look up, he didn’t meet your gaze for very long before looking away. You glanced down to see what could be making him act so strange when you realized the water had made your white t shirt completely see through.

You stood frozen for a few seconds before coming to your senses. This was the most naked that Dean had ever seen you and you weren’t about to make an idiot of yourself.

“Bad day not to wear a bra.” Laughing a little too forcefully.

Dean rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at you through his lashes, letting out a small a laugh as well. “Bad day to only be wearing boxers.”

The statement caught you off guard and before you could stop yourself you looked down to see the bulge in dean’s shorts pointing right in your direction.

The water dripping down your back seemed to evaporate immediately. Your nipples, which were already standing at attention from the cold water, managed to harden even more practically poking holes through your shirt. Not really knowing what came over you, you spoke the first thing that came to mind.

“Pretty impressive tent your pitching there..”

Dean stilled. Squaring his shoulders and raising his chin, that cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Like what you see?” He purred, taking a step towards you. His eyes only left your face for a moment to take another peak at your perky nipples.

Maybe it was the heat bringing out a different side of you, or the fact that it had been awhile since you’d had any sort of action (with another person that is), but you kept your eyes locked on his and moved towards him. You could play this game.

“Who knows, Winchester. Maybe I just have a thing for plaid undies.” You were toe to toe with him when you finished.

Neither of you had broken eye contact, playing a silent game of chicken, but you knew no one was backing down today. All those one liners and fleeting hand touches had lead to this. It was now or never.

You looked down at his erection, and placed a finger just above the top hem of his shorts, slipping the tip of your finger underneath the elastic. Slowly, you slid your finger across his abdomen, leaving goosebumps in its path. You did this a few times, listening as Dean’s breathing shallowed.

Finally, you took a deep breath and sank to your knees, taking his last piece of clothing with you. His cock sprang up and you were surprised at how big it actually was. The urge to taste him was undeniable. You placed your hand around the base of Dean’s cock and looked up at his face; eyes dark with lust, cheeks flushed and jaw tight. It was the sexiest you’d ever seen him.

Flattening out your tongue, you dragged it along the underside of his shaft. When you reached the tip, you swirled your tongue around him until it was dripping with your saliva. As you used your hand to stroke him, you tasted the first drops of precum, salty and bitter. Wrapping your lips around Dean’s cock, using enough suction to pull a low growl from him, you took most of his length into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You pulled back, dragging your tongue along his length again.

You kept your eyes on his face the entire time, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open and holding back moans that you so desperately wanted to hear.

Taking him in your mouth again, you were determined to get a sound out of him if it’s the last thing you did.

You bobbed your head at a pace that you knew you’d be sorry for later. Your jaw was set wide open and your tongue worked along his rigid shaft in a frenzy. Saliva soaked his length, making it easier to stroke and twist around his shaft with one hand while the other massaged Dean’s sac.

His strangled moan was music to your ears.

“Sweetheart….” Dean barely managed through clenched teeth.

You stilled just as Dean hit the back of your throat again, thanking god for the amazing control over your gag reflex. You stayed that way, gazing up at Dean and tried to look as innocent as possible with a 7 inch cock down your throat.

“If you keep going like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Sweat dripped down his face, on to his chest which was just as sweaty. In all the excitement you’d forgotten how hot it was.

You pulled him out of your mouth and smiled. “Dean…” you said, peeling your soaked shirt off, “please fuck me.”

Without hesitation, he had you on your feet and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walked towards the nearest table, pushing the books off of it and placing you down. He pushed you back so you were lying face up on the table. Making quick work of your shorts and panties and throwing them off to the side. He gazed at your soaking pussy and licked his lips. You couldn’t help but feel a slight embarrassment, having yourself exposed so out in the open like this, but the look on Dean’s face, as if he had found buried treasure, was worth it.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.”

“Dean… please.” you whined.

“I got you, sweetheart.”

He slid his cock through your folds, back and forth, grazing your clit each time. It was a steady pace but not enough to make you cum. Dean continued for what felt like hours, teasing you to the point of insanity. Your moans filled the library and somewhere in the back of your mind you knew you should keep quiet in case Sam heard, but you honestly didn’t care.

“Please Dean.” You practically yelled.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes and looked into Dean’s. The fire was still there but something else as well. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was love.

He thrust the head of his cock into your entrance, pushing himself deeper until he was completely inside you. You’d never felt so full. It stung for only a moment but the feeling was replaced by a warmth that made you yearn for more.

Dean was watching you, waiting for you to give the go ahead. You squeezed yourself around him, desperate for him to move.

He slammed himself into you. His lips pursed and his brow furrowed, his hands gripped your hips so tight your were sure they were already bruised. His rhythm wasn’t fast, but it was hard and steady.

The sounds of your bodies slamming together, mixed with your cries and Dean’s grunts would have put even the dirtiest pornos to shame. Every time he thrust into you, he hit a spot inside you so sensitive your were sure you’d black out at any moment.

Dean watched as your breasts bounced at each thrust, how your knuckles were turning white from gripping the edge of the table, and how beautiful you looked each time you threw your head back in ecstasy.

“Cum with me, Y/n. I wanna feel you cum around me.”

His words pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm exploding from your very core, radiating out. Like a wave of pleasure that took over your entire body. You screamed his name, over and over like a prayer. Your hips bucked out of your control. Your walls clenched in a rhythm so frantic Dean couldn’t have stopped himself even if he tried.

His thrusts staggered and he came inside of you like a bullet out of a gun. The pleasure was so overwhelming he practically fell on top of you. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck and moaned into your shoulder.

Deans orgasm only seemed to intensify yours. Your arms wrapped around Dean’s shoulders and you clawed at his back, desperate to have him as close as possible.

Your orgasms subsided slowly, leaving you both exhausted and sore. The library was silent except for the sound of your breathing.

Dean shifted, lifting his head slightly to look at you. His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead. His eyes were sleepy but his expression was one of pure content. When he spoke, his voice was a gravelly whisper,

“I’m turning off the air conditioning more often.”

In The Name Of Love: Part One


You lived a life much different than any other married couple on the planet, it was full of action and mystery. But the only mystery that was unsolved was your marriage. Stuck in the boring routine of the lifeless marriage the both of you were caught in, Tony and Steve make plans to get the two of you back together - with the help of Bruce Banner. You had three weeks, and each session you noticed a change in your love life. But things could get far more messy than the both of you intended.

Notes: Bucky x Wife!Reader, Tension. Part two will be posted tonight. Let me know what you think! I would very much appreciate it! :)

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just stop your crying, have the time of your life

Summary: He had met Nico di Angelo at a frat party.

Also on AO3.

Title is from this song that came up on the radio when I was editing this. I guess you could say it was a… Sign of the Times. (For real, it was the first time I heard that wonderful song and it fit the story like a glove.)

I hope you enjoy it!

(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, fluff, teen and up audiences, 3045 words.)

He had met Nico di Angelo at a frat party. Both of them had been dragged there by friends, both of them were tipsy, and both of them were only dancing because of the alcohol in their systems.

They had started talking because Nico accidentally stepped on Will’s foot, which had him apologizing profusely. Will had laughed it off — he hadn’t even felt anything.

Looking back on it, it hadn’t taken them long to start kissing at all. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes after meeting each other, and Will was gently pressing Nico against a wall, caressing his back with his fingertips, and exploring his mouth as if he had all the time in the world to do so.

He had never thought he’d be confident enough to flirt with a stranger, much less with a boy with unknown sexuality, but this felt like a night for firsts, and so he decided to enjoy it.

“I should probably go.” Nico murmured at some point, and it made Will inexplicably sad — maybe because of the alcohol.

“Just five more minutes?”


They kept kissing for much longer than five minutes. Once Nico really had to go, they parted with a goodbye and a peck on the lips, and Will was pretty sure he’d never see him again.

They met again at another party.

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Dead Amongst the Living

Winchester Sister Fic

TRIGGER Warnings: Mentions of self harm and suicide, light blood, family sad Fluff.

A/n: This was written because I kind of needed it. Then somebody requested something like this so I guess it’s for us both.

Tags:  @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa   @dean-baby-Winchester  @straightasdeanwinchester @animexchocolate @fabulouslycassie @lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lucifer-in-leather

Originally posted by hunterchesters

The sun beat down like no other on this day. Surly Hell would’ve been a cooler setting than this. Mornings were cool enough that a jacket was tolerable and nobody would question its use. By afternoon, the sun heated Earth’s surface to a crisp 120 degrees. Leaving long sleeved coverage out of the question, and your arm openly exposed.

A loud voice caught you off guard. Causing your arm to fumble over and knock over your upright bottle of cover-up.

“Come on, pipsqueak. You need to eat before we hit the road.” Dean called out for you.

“Y-yeah. Be out in a sec!” You shouted back best you could, making sure he could hear behind the closed door you sheltered yourself with.

Wiping what little bit of your makeup spilled, you began to slowly apply it around the edges of the many shades of red lines. Some puffed up from irritation and swelling. Those you just applied the makeup directly on. The thicker more open markings only got cover up around its bright red edges, doing your best to hide the coloring without further irritate anything.

You placed a hand on your hip, purposely turning your wrist outward to see how noticeable it all was from a natural distance. As long as neither of your brothers asked for a close inspection, you’d be in the clear. Just for safe caution you rolled the sleeves down on your red and black printed flannel before unlocking and heading out the bathroom door.

“Now we know what was taking you so long.” Dean spoke with a piece of freshly cooked bacon in his hand. “You were putting on your other face.” He smiled before taking a pleased bite from the greasy food.

Ha ha ha, very funny. Almost as funny as the other five billion times you’ve made that joke.” Casually you walked over to the table and sat in front of your plate, right beside Dean to his left and directly across the table from Sam.

“Dude, she’s a teenager. What’d you expect?” Sam chuckled lightly. Giving you a smirk and a sarcastic eye.

Everything was going well. Normal. Like any other Sunday or time before the three of you would set out for a hunt. Pancakes so fluffy you were sure Dean used clouds to create them. Bacon so crisp you wondered whether Cas had a hand in cooking them quickly. Coffee perfect brewed to satisfy each bite you took and used the beverage to wash it all down with. There wasn’t any need to worry about anything. Both of your brothers were oblivious to your recent actions. Nobody suspected a thing. Up until Sam reached across the table and grabbed your arm.

Woah.” He lowly grunted in shock as you instantly pulled your left arm away from him. “You were about to get syrup on your shirt. I was going to roll the sleeve up for you.” Sam defended himself, still slightly shocked at your reaction.

“No-no it’s fine. I’ll be more careful.” You spoke with your head low, pushing down your sleeve only slightly to readjust yourself.

“Let me see it.” Dean demanded in a stern tone. His gaze practically burning into your skull.

“See what?” Shying away you stabbed into another slice of your pancake, twirling it around in the syrup. Only to be stopped just before you could put the food into your mouth. “Dean I-” his grip forced your arm closer to him as he unintentionally dug into the bottom half of the deepest cut.

His eyes softened instantly. Yet hardened all the same. Hurt and anger seemed to fill ever corner of his eyes. The top base of his finger ran over the bright red coloring on the outside of the straight diagonal lines, causing you to wince at the fresh pain. Slowly he trailed down the line. Starting from newest to oldest. Some old. Others not so old.

“How long have you been doing this again?” He spoke softly, trying to push down the lump at the out of his throat.

“Does it matter? I’m not dead so just leave the situation alone.” Rotating your shoulder backwards you took control of your arm once more. Reeling it in and slipping the sleeve back over the graveyard of forgotten feelings. But all the while you didn’t speak. And you didn’t dare make any form of eye contact with either of them.

“Leave the situation alone? So what? You expect us to sit by and watch our baby sister do this to herself all over again?” The anger in Dean’s voice was clear, and it only made you scoff. Making him more mad. “So you see this as a joke?”

“I see this as it’s none of your damn business.” You soar unintentionally at him. The tone you gave off sounded much harsher and cold than you expected it to.

“We all need to take a deep breath and calm down. Fighting isn’t going to help anything.” Sam held up his hands to show he didn’t mean to anger either of you more. “I thought we were passed all this.” He directed all his well balanced and surprisingly calm attention to you.

“Guess we’re not.” You spoke before shoving a bite full of food into your mouth. Still refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

“You need to stop. It’s not okay to be doing this to yourself. If I need to hide every damn sharp object in here, I will.” Now Dean spoke to you as your father would. Firm and unimpressed. Then again, John wouldn’t have time to deal with this. He never did. “If you don’t stop I’ll strap you down in the basement until you’re over this.” He finished. Instantly your eyes shot up in a fit of painful rage.

“Strapping me down won’t help anything. Hiding everything won’t help either. What do you want me to do here guys?” You we’re speaking loudly, but you weren’t yelling. “This is how I cope with things. When everything gets too hard, I just do it.” A blank stare rested in your face.

“Why?” Sam’s question got you to snap out of your blank trance. “Why do you do it?” The small braking tone in his throat showed his true emotion of tears being withheld.

“It’s better than popping pills and downing it with alcohol.” You shrugged. Feeling numb about the whole situation. “It’s not like I do it for fun. Or for attention. It’s not because I want to.” Glancing over to Dean, you looked straight into his heavy eyes. “It’s so I feel something. Something other than the pain. It’s a different kind of pain, and for some reason it stops me…” pausing, you took your hands in a ball and rested them on your lips. While your elbows rested in the table.

“Stops you from what?” Dean could barley speak, but it was the outgoing breath that pushed his words.

“When I do it…” you sighed, closing your eyes in a rolling manner for a second. “it’s to stop me from ending it. From just committing totally to ending my life. Because I will. I know I will.” Now your own personal lump formed in your throat. “I hate living with this Sammy.” Tears began to fall vigorously.

Dean reached over to you. Grabbing your hand and holding tight, as though you were leaving him. Maybe it was the thought of waking up to his kid sister dead on the floor that shook his core. But it showed in his eyes which could no longer hold back tears.

“You’re not alone, Y/n. Us. Cas. We’re all here for you.” Sam was standing behind you now, rubbing your unsteady back. “We’re going to find a way to help you fight this. Because there’s no way in hell you’re walking this road without both of us beside you.”

“And we’re certainly not loosing you to this battle.” Dean added in, wiping the few single tears from his cheek. “You’ve fought against The Devil. Hell, you even took on his aunt. If you can kickass like that, you’re going to kick this in the ass too.” His words caused a small smile to appear on your faces. All of you laughed a little. “You’re gonna give em’ hell kid.” Dean squeezed the top of your shoulder as Sam bent down and placed a kiss at the top of your head.

“No,” you placed a hand onto of Deans which still rested in your shoulder, and another on Sam’s which was on your other. “We’ll give em’ hell together.”

the merciless flaw | four {final}

pairing: sehun x reader
genre: soulmate!au, fluff, series
summary: the clock counts down the years, days and hours left until your being will be smudged from existence. not wiped, but smudged, because you will be remembered by your saviour; your soulmate

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4

A/N: i literally do not wanna post but i only posted this cos i promised it would be out by today and because i havent posted in a while so if its terrible now u know why + ends too quickly sORRY i might change it in the morning idk

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sporadic stars filled the darkness surrounding you. It provided you with elements of entertainment from your forced boredom; you pushed your knuckles harder against your eyes, gaining a strange euphoria.

The passing time seemed to slow with each prolonged second. Your loneliness grew.

He still wasn’t here. Nor had he called. Abstaining from abusing your eyes, you watched the clock. How each second merely passed, as if it did not hold your hurt and frustration. Time had always held importance to you, watching how your clock ticked down each second, it seemed meritless yet you realised how much value each moment held. It was hard not to when you’re entire existence depended on timing and when you the years turned into days, you knew timing determined everything within life. So your anxiety piled up. Though you knew how much love you held for Sehun, unsympathetic thoughts of having told him too early daunted you. If you had heard him repeat those sweet words to you then the agitation growing within you would be subdued. Yet his elusive presence and nonexistent words of affection didn’t stray your belief he felt the same. But what was belief to reality?

You watched the clock, your mind occupied with thoughts that held no important. Forceful thoughts to rid you of your haunting worries. The irregular beating of your heart indicated you needed a source of comfort. 

The only comfort you could get would be knowing where he was. Picking up your phone, you pressed call on his contact. You listened to the phone ring with hope you would soon hear his voice.but were met with his voice message.

Without hesitation, you rang him again. No thoughts occupying your head. You tapped your fingers on top of your lips. The extensive ringing made you believe he wouldn’t pick up; with a sudden melting of hope, you pulled the phone away from your ear. Just before you could save your ears from the endless ringing, Sehun’s rumbling voice flooded out. 

“Hello? Y/N?” 

Immediately, you placed your phone back against your ear. Your eyes wide in surprise, your smile full of joy. 

“Hi! I just wanted to know when you would get here by. It’s kinda late but you said you would come so I’ll stay up if yo-”

A dry sigh of disapproval interrupted your excited flood of words. Your next words clogged in your throat, waiting for him to speak. Your mind went blank as you heard him shuffle around and close a door, you realised he was at home.

“I know but I can’t anymore. When I said I was busy, I meant it. It’s really draining me and you calling isn’t helpin-” Your ears perked up at hearing a second voice interrupt him. A soft, feminine voice. Though you couldn’t hear what she said or who she was, you knew she meant something to Sehun from the way he kindly replied. 

“I’ve got to go,” He mumbled, making her sweet tone with the unknown girl seem more intense.

With your words still stuck in your throat, you were left to hear the dreary, heavy sound of nothingness.

You were left with the banal heartache, so expected from love.

The thumping of your heart, if you waited any longer, could delude you into thinking a heart attack would hit you. A hand was placed over your erratic heart, as it would keep it in your chest if it attempted to jump out.

With your spare hand, you knocked harshly against the door once again; you began mentally preparing yourself, not sure for what.You felt a sharp zap of electricity run up your arm, the same arm with the clock. Irked with the pestering sensation that kept you company for the past few days, you furrowed your brows. Knocking against the door in a new found anger.

Before you could knock more violently, the door swung open. An equally frustrated, ruffled looking Sehun came into your sight.

His narrowed eyes widened once he realised it was you. The girl he had forgotten about and neglected for weeks. The girl who loved him. With a deep breath, he relaxed his expression.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was unusually calm, as if he knew he deserved the anger you held within your eyes. Not even thinking of answering his question, you pushed past him and into this apartment. He followed your movements with his eyes as he twisted on the spot, you turned around to watch him close the door. There was no use you thought, you weren’t going to stay long. 

“What’s wrong with you? Why have you been avoiding me?” The strong facade you held up managed to stay intact even within your voice, despite the way you crumbled inside. You didn’t want to know.

Sehun rubbed the side of his face in shame, fully aware of how he had been treating you. He licked his lips. He took a few steps forward but you blocked him from walking away, and in so in acceptance of the situation, he leaned the back of his head against the door. You knew him well enough to know that despite his glazed eyes, he was deep in contemplation of revealing his truth.

“Don’t lie to me, Sehun,” The softness in your voice grew as the realisation of the situation oozed into you.

He swallowed after hearing your words. Don’t lie to you? That’s all he’d ever done to you though. Every word of affection, every graze of his hand over yours, every kiss, every hold you were in was a lie. It was all a lie when his mind was occupied with another. 

However he would die of shame if anyone accused him of not trying. He tried to love you. To feel even an ounce of what you felt for him. He couldn’t when what you felt for him, he felt for another.

“I can’t be with you, Y/N.”

Hearing those words forced you into a state of blurriness. You weren’t sure what to feel when you felt everything at once. Your throat dried up and your racing heartbeat slowed. The previous zap of electricity surged through you, yet with the numbness you felt nothing. The silence urged him on.

“If it wasn’t this way, I would love you. But I don’t.” His voice strained in emotion. “I can’t be with someone I don’t love, Y/N.  Yes I do love you, but not the way you love me because I feel that way for someone else. I’ve felt it since I met her. I’ve felt it even when we were together,” His voice drowned into a whisper of truth.

Your voice was devoid of emotion, yet your eyes welled up both from hidden emotion and the heat bubbling in your arm where you clock sat. “But we’re soulmates, Sehun. We have to be together.”

“Being soulmates does not mean I love you. It means I should but not when-”

“Not when you love her.”

He nodded, his head hanging low in both shame and hatred of the way he felt. You scoffed, unamused. Neither of you wanting to state the obvious. A burdening silence festered as you both listened to the ominous ticking of the clock. 

Your throat closed in and your heart clenched, the silence allowing you to fully understand what this meant. Your bottom lip quivered slightly, decided to face the truth you started speaking.

“I’ll die,” Your shaky whisper barely loud enough to reach him. With a rough sniffle, he threw his head back and blinked. As if he hated hearing it out loud. He may not hold the type of love you held for him, but he did love you. He cared for you immensely and it broke him into pieces knowing he was the reason this was going to happen. Your existence would be smudged, not wiped because you would still remain within his heart. The person who saved him is the person he used, the person who would die because of his selfish ways. He would lose his soulmate for a love he wasn’t sure would last. And it broke him. His suffering had began.

“Isn’t death better than suffering?” His voice was heavy with emotion. Fallen tears ran down his face which he quickly wiped away, only to have them replaced by new ones.

Your arm twitched violently with a new shock of electricity. Your vision blurred with pain. Soon replaced with darkness. The abyss no longer decorated with stars.

A malfunction in the system. A denying of reality.

And so you lost your love.

You lost your life.

Celebration (Poly! Jihope)

*First, sorry Anon, I was swamped this week and I was aiming for Wednesday :( also, Happy Belated Birthday!!*

Anon said :  Heyyy, I saw your requests were open and it’s my birthday this Wednesday so could I request a JiHope!Poly scenario with birthday sex (that possibly includes riding their thighs, please?) Thank you in advance, if you accept my request☺️ & Since you called for it. Can I have a Hobi thigh riding smut?

Word Count: 4.4k 

Your resting body, nested in a cove of blankets as you kept yourself warm during the bittersweet winter. The previous week you were sleeping happily in shorts with a thin blanket, oh how the season change. The cold nibbled at your nose, making you tiredly cover your poor nose. You hear a giggle followed by the snap of a camera, your sleepy conscious not completely registering the presence of another being in your bedroom. You feel your bed dip on either side of you and heat associated with the sudden weight. You open one eye, a blurry glimpse of pink hair and rosy cheeks.

Maybe it was the weight of missing your boyfriends, the sadness creating your cute boyfriend on top of you. You felt lips gently against your cheek, the soft texture and delectable plumpness consisting of Jimin himself but you won’t believe this figment of imagination until your door swung open.

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So Damn Much [Jeff Hardy x Reader Smut]

Request for @i-smell-like-keithhh : Jeff x Fem!Reader where Jeff comes home drunk after a match and there’s some hot and steamy shower sex.

A/N: Yo. Back at it with the filth. If you’re looking for smut with plot check out Something Worth Leaving Behind. If you’re more of a PWP person, then this is for you.

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I Forgot // Park Jimin

Park Jimin Highschool AU

Summary: After your parents divorced and your last relationship didn’t work out, you decided that love was fake- as real as the tooth fairy. It was something created to make people feel for each other an emotion that they only believed was real. However, upon meeting the intriguing newbie in school; he slowly begins to change your mind. 


“Listen, Y/N. The new kids are arriving later, how are you not excited? They moved here from Korea, how cool is that?” Aspen squeals, squeezing your hands in her own.

You never really understood why people freak out when there are new kids, obviously it’s a bit exciting to see a few new faces for a couple days but then everyone gets used to them and they become the same as everyone else until the next batch of newbies appears. It’s like clockwork: arrive, everyone freaks out, have attention for 3 days, gets forgotten about. It’s the same thing every time yet nobody seems to get bored of it- well nobody but you of course. Aspen doesn’t, she sees them as fresh meat; these new kids being even fresher meat as it’s a whole new country for them. Fortunately, you’ve lived in Korea so it’s not really exciting for you.

You sigh, removing your hands from Aspen’s strong grip. “Aspen, I’ve told you many times before- it isn’t exciting after the 50th time we’ve had new kids and for god’s sake, Aspen, I’ve told you before that I’ve lived in Korea so the excitement isn’t here.” You roll your eyes, tapping your fingers on the dirty cafeteria table.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot, sorry.” She chuckles sheepishly, turning to her phone which has just flashed with a text. “oooh, sorry, gotta take this- it’s Xiumin.” She grins like a Cheshire Cat, grabbing her phone and running out of the cafeteria before you could even respond to her. You smile to yourself, drawing shapes on the table with the top of your index finger. Xiumin and Aspen are adorable together, well as adorable as people who aren’t in a relationship can get. The difference between Aspen and Xiumin is that Aspen loves to flirt and isn’t ready for a committed relationship whereas Xiumin is shy and wants to settle down instead of dating many people. Sometimes it feels as if she’s leading Xiumin on, although that isn’t something Aspen would intentionally do. It’s sad to see Xiumin so sad when Aspen is so oblivious, you love your best friend but sometimes she’s a bit of an airhead.

Suddenly, you feel something hit the back of your head and you screw your eyes up in pain.

“TAEHYUNG.” You growl, turning around on your seat to face Taehyung- his box grin at full force.

“Hey I need money.” He says as if it’s the most casual thing to ask anyone ever, walking around the table and plopping himself on the seat that Aspen was previously sat on.

“Did you really need to slap me?” You glare, hand flying to the back of your head to soothe the stinging pain.

“Y/N, I am one of your best friends since you were just 3 years old. I have the right to lightly tap you on the back of the head when I request an income- now pay up, child.” He says, hand flying out in a giving motion.

“You require income for what service, may I ask? Because if I remember correctly, the last time I saw you, you had set my bin on fire and blamed it on the dog. What kind of dog tries to set off fireworks, Taehyung?” You say sassily, wafting his hand away and leaning your head on your palm.

“Listen, princess, I need money because I’m going on that date remember? Do you want me to have a relationship and stop being really annoying to you? If you think about it, you’d benefit more from my relationship because I’d stop bugging you for things and I’d stop being clingy and I’d stop showing up at your house all the time and blowing stuff up and-”

You slam a $50 note on his hand before he could finish his sentence-no- paragraph.

“I never have to deal with your bugging again? Deal. Now leave please you’re already annoying and it’s been 5 minutes, Tae.” You laugh at the surprised look on his face that slowly turned into a grin as he leaps up and kisses you on the cheek before hugging you.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’ll come and see you after the da- oh wait I promised I wouldn’t bug you.” His smile suddenly drops as his head hangs low. Although he’s extremely annoying, you can’t stay mad at Tae- or ever actually be mad at him in the first place.

You smile, holding his hand. “The key will be in its usual place.” His face lightens up again.

“Under the flower pot?” He says hopefully.

“Under the flower pot.” You confirm with a nod of your head. Suddenly, he begins to giggle uncontrollably whilst walking backwards.

“Taehyung are you on drugs.”

“Hey- maybe ‘under the flower pot’ will be our always.” He says whilst making finger guns- still walking backwards. Unfortunately, Tae doesn’t have eyes at the back of his head- but you have eyes at the front of your head and can see as clear as day that there is about 3 possibilities that he will fall.

1. There is a person carrying food who is stood talking to their friend

2. There is a banana peel on the floor- which would be typical classic comedy if he fell over that one

3. There’s a bin

You sit staring, waiting for one of those 3 options to happen. He avoids 1, the person stood talking moving to go and sit down to finish their food much to your disappointment. It would’ve been great to see the food fly into the air and hit him, it would be even better to see happen in slow motion.

He also avoids 2, which really disappoints you. Before he had made it to the banana peel, someone came to pick it up and throw it away in the bin. Speaking of the bin, there was no way he could avoid that one unless he stopped walking backwards and you doubt that’s gonna happen. 

 "Bin.“ You simply say, he’s still looking straight at you and the confused look on his face confirmed that he certainly heard you.

“Bin? What’s that even supposed to mea-” Food covers the ground as Taehyung is sprawled across it. His back is bent against the bin and his arm is nicely positioned in some out of date yogurt. Nice. 

Everyone was looking. Tae usually loves attention, but by the glare on his face which is aimed directly at you, you can tell that he prefers it when the attention is praise; not erupting fits of giggles from everyone in the cafeteria. You try to stifle your own giggles but as Tae tries to stand up; falling over the banana peel that was previously thrown in the bin, you give up. Your hand flies to your mouth and you’re sure you actually start crying with laughter as you clutch your stomach along with the 2000 other people sat eating.

Your laughter, however, is cut short by a deep yet sweet voice coming from the direction Tae is laid on the floor.

“Taehyung-ah, are you okay?” 

You’d recognise that kind of accent anywhere, you did spend 10 years living in that country.

The guy was extremely attractive, he had plump lips that were way bigger than your own which isn’t fair at all- how come guys get the bigger lips; his black hair was parted in the middle and framed the delicate, slightly tanned skin of his face; his almost black eyes were beautiful, you’d never seen a man as perfect as that. And don’t even mention his body, although his clothing doesn’t give away much- the black button up with short sleeves shows off his biceps perfectly; and man his thighs, they strained against his tight black jeans as if they were going to burst. Whatta man.

“Ah, so you’re one of the new kids. May I ask how you know my precious Taehyung?” You ask after you finally stop gawking; in that time he had managed to help Taehyung up.

“We knew each other back in Korea, may I ask for your name?” He speaks softly, his Busan accent being present even in his English which is something you didn’t even know was possible. It wasn’t that he had a strong accent, a normal person wouldn’t be able to tell- but you could and it just made him even more attractive.

“Y/N, and you are?” You cock an eyebrow, Taehyung just standing to the side and watching the whole thing go down.

“Jimin.” He smiles.

And with that, he turns on his heel and walks out of the cafeteria; leaving you still dazed by his beauty and Taehyung trying to ignore whatever just happened.

“There was way too much sexual tension for a first encounter, are you sure you’ve never met before?” Taheyung asks as he returns himself to the seat in front of you.

“Yes Tae, I haven’t met him before and there was no sexual tension. Why does everything have to be sexual with you?” You scoff, collecting your rubbish and going to the bin to throw it away; chuckling at the memory of what happened moments ago.

“Well, you know how I am. When you get this much action it’s kinda hard to get your mind out of the gutter,” He smirks. Cocky bastard.

“Leave before I tip the bin on you.” At that, his eyes widen and he rushes out of the cafeteria.

Maybe you’ll stick around with Taehyung more often if you get to see Jimin again, something about him is intriguing and it makes you want to get to know him a lot more. 

Okay so I feel like this is terrible but I spent so long on it so I hope it’s okay, this was a request from @hope-is-hoping-for-some-jibooty so I hope you enjoyed this :)

anonymous asked:

Hi I just found your blog and love your writing so much!!! May I request a drabble to how each BTS member would handle being in a relationship with someone who's not fluent in Korean? Maybe how they would try to overcome the language barrier during an argument? Thanks, I can't wait to see what you come up with!!! <3

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook | Taehyung | Jimin | Jin | Hoseok | Namjoon | Yoongi 

Haha! Told you I would keep my promise!!!

A/N: Kyaaaaaa!!!! Do you know how happy your message makes me every time I see it???!! You are so sweet Anon! Thank you soooo much for your compliment. It really makes my day year seeing someone enjoy my writing. I really don’t think I’m all that, and I know that despite my efforts, my writing is still riddled with mistakes and errors, and I’m such a perfectionist that if I re-read a piece of writing, my hands can’t help but itch to fix it. I promise (yet again) to work hard in order for you all to enjoy my writing much more. Also, shoutout to @happy-meo​ for being my (unbeknownst to her) senpai in the tumblr/BTS/writing community. Her incredible stories inspired me to finally put myself out there, and I cannot be more grateful. Also, to the Anon who sent this, please come off anonymous so that I can love you!

Important Note: I will post the rest of the drabbles asked for throughout the rest of the week at whatever time I feel like, and will add links to the rest of them on each post later! Please look forward to it! (And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the rest of you who requested.)

- Yeobo is an affectionate term between couples, like jagi.

- “Most italicized words in this format are in Y/N’s native language.”

- “All the rest are in Korean.”

When you and Jungkook met, it was an instant attraction. You had met one very rainy day in Seoul when you were on a trip with your best friend, traveling around East Asia. It was like in the movies in which you had just come out of a store with your best friend, only to find a deluge attacking the ground with harsh pellets of rain, and strong gusts of wind, making the raindrops hit you like bullets as you attempted to walk to the nearest bus station. 

As soon as you had managed to wrestle your umbrella to its full size, it flew right out of your grasp, and down the pavement where it landed at the foot of a stranger. You had raced after it, in hopes of catching up with it in time to save it from blowing away forever. When you had finally caught up with it, you had looked up to find a very handsome man leaning down to pick up your umbrella which sat at his feet. As he had handed it to you, you could tell he was just as in awe of your seemingly fated appearance as you were of him, as he continually stared at you for about ten seconds until the man realized he was staring, and handed your umbrella back to you.  

He spoke in your direction, but you had no knowledge of what he was saying, though sure it was in Korean considering you were in, well, Korea, and the fact that you knew only the very basics to help you survive on this adventure your best friend had dragged you on. 

You had begun to severely regret not taking the time to learn more.

“I - uhh… I am sorry. I do not speak Korean.” You had said with much trepidation.

Jungkook had looked at you with wide eyes as he came to understand your meaning, but his features relaxed as he giggled at your very adorable attempt at his native language.

“That’s okay. Do you understand, ‘where are you from?’”

You had blinked at him, trying in vain to understand what he had said, but to no avail.

Your best friend finally caught up to the two of you, exchanging glances between you and the mysterious man before you, and suddenly your awkward aura, shifting feet, and sweaty palms made sense. She chuckled at your  shyness before turning to the mystery man, speaking in (mostly) fluent Korean.

“I’m sorry omo. My friend speaks no Korean whatsoever, so you may find it difficult to speak with her.”

The three of you moved indoors to converse more freely without the rain hitting your backs like javelins, and your best friend became the translating mediator between you and the man now known to you as Jungkook. This continued on for a little while before Jungkook realized he had somewhere to be, and that you and your best friend really needed to catch a bus back to your hotel before the routes closed for the night.

Jungkook had asked for your phone number, which your best friend so graciously translated for you, and you granted him that luxury, hoping to one day be able to speak with him without borders.

Your relationship grew over time and much effort on both of your parts as you took up one another’s native tongue in hopes of having fewer misunderstandings (as there were many of those when your new best friend, Google, pretended it was fantastic at translations, only to find that in reality, it was awful).

Eventually, (probably not too long after you both met, let’s be honest here) you and Jungkook fell in love, and as your love grew for one another, so did your ability to speak one another’s languages (though you were still not fluent, thus bringing about many issues and arguments over misunderstandings or frustrations at not being able to fully translate your thoughts.

For example, when you had finally moved to Seoul to be closer to Jungkook:

“Jungkook! I’ll be fine, alright? I’m used to you not being around.” You say in very broken Korean.

“That doesn’t make it alright!” Jungkook’s eyes widen, hoping you’ll understand his distress.

You sigh in defeat, knowing the exact direction this argument was headed, as you have had it many times before since you had moved to Seoul.

“Look, yeobo. It’s not like I’m going anywhere! I’ll still be here when you get back, okay?”

Jungkook’s face falls, knowing you were right. “I know yeobo, but I can’t help but worry about how you’ll do without me around.”

His words strike a nerve, and you take a deep breath in attempt to calm yourself enough to prepare yourself to speak.

“Yeobo, did you say that I- You know what? Forget it.” You struggle to find the words to express your emotions in his language, instead settling for a long sigh.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in concern, and he reaches out to caress your shoulder in the most gentle way imaginable; like a feather settling onto the skin of your shoulder. “Yeobo, are you alright?”

You brush him off angrily, well aware that he is just being a caring boyfriend, and yell in his face, “No! I’m not okay you stupid, stupid man! I hate that you are forced to leave me all the time! I hate that your schedule is always packed to the brim, so that we are never able to hang out properly! Sometimes I even wonder why I moved here since you’re never around! Sometimes I seriously consider moving back home! So no, I’m not okay!”

You chest heaves after your violent tirade that has probably left your neighbors questioning your sanity, and most certainly left Jungkook very concerned, and very confused. Jungkook winces, looking down at his feet as you finish, finally being able to fully understand a word of what you were saying as you had reverted back to your native language when yelling, forcing Jungkook to have an incredibly difficult time keeping up with what you were saying, and leaving him at a loss as to what to do since he quite literally could not understand why you were so angry with him.

He raises his head slowly to look at you, his sweaty palms rubbing together in nervousness. “Y/N, I don’t really understand why you are so upset with me-”

You rage flares to a dangerous level, despite the knowledge that he knows your language no better than you know his, and you feel the urge to break something. You pinch the bridge of your nose, attempting to keep your cool, and point to the front door to your apartment, not having the energy, nor the emotional strength to go through such a draining arugment right now.

“Get out.”

Jungkook takes a step back, obviously hurt by your curt command, and before he can protest, or ask why he’s being forced to leave, you look up at him and glare.

“Get. Out.” Jungkook’s eyes widen significantly at your threatening tone of voice, and he steps forward to try and make amends for whatever he had done wrong before he changes his mind, his face hardening as he steps away from you and towards the door you had so adamantly asked him to leave through, slamming the door behind him, and not bothering to look back. And as he leaves, you fall to the ground, frustrated tears finally escaping their confines, and falling to the laminate floor beneath you as heavy sobs wrack through your body. You wonder why love had to be so difficult.

Later, Jungkook would finally give in to his concerned friends and tell them what was up since he’s not exactly one for being really expressive about his problems, and when he does, he calls your bestie to get her to translate not only languages, but emotions as well. When she’d finally found out what was up with you, she relayed it to Jungkook while trying not to give too much away, so that the two of you could talk it out like civil adults. Jungkook would then went back to your apartment where you stood in the doorway as he offered himself to you, pleading forgiveness, and telling you how much he wanted to make up because he felt like he’d been dying without you by his side. From what you can understand at the rate he’s speaking to you, you realize that he is being sincere, so you move away from the entryway to allow him access back into your home (and into your heart omo). As the two of you try to communicate with each other with as few misunderstandings as possible, even using apps and yes, the help of your good, fake friend, Google, to fully understand one another’s grievances. Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours when all was said and finally understood, giving you that heart-melting bunny smile of his that gives sends butterflies flitting around in your stomach before saying that he loves you.


how you get the boy - one

“You usually sleep with more than one girl at the same time?”

“What?” His face mirrored my shocked expression and he began shaking his head. “No, Jesus, no.”

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Saw You in a Dream, Pt. 1

hoseok x reader
genre: angst + dancer!au + roommates!au
word count: 7843
warnings: sexual references + language
pt. 2

“I know you’re in love with him.”

There’s an ache in your heart, a hole, desperately needing to be filled, unwilling, unable, to actually ask for that. Nostalgia colors your voice, wanting what cannot be, wanting what you had. 

The mirrors reflected his every movement, every breath, every huff, every sly glance, every drop of sweat that falls down his face and traces the veins of his neck. The music falls through him, entangles with his soul and runs through his every artery. You see the way his chest rises and falls, and the rhythm pulses through him in waves of gold magic, and he contorts his body in a way that seems almost painfully difficult but he is at ease. Hoseok’s face, a mask of cold, empty passion, doesn’t flush red like yours does when you dance and instead remains calm. Here, he is in his place of ultimate happiness, his metaphorical heaven of meadows and blue skies and flowers and butterflies. The soft tap of his feet of his feet as he flips across the room and the swaying of his dancer’s hips and the flourish of his hands as he leaps through the air, these all make him seem more lively.

The music speaks to him and ends, and you are left staring in awe, and you feel winded; your soul has left your body to try to find where his goes when he dances.

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anonymous asked:

20 and 12 for mreyder :3

Things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

Reyes never slept much, that was just how things were. There was always so much to do, so many things requiring his immediate and undivided attention that being dead to the world for more than a bare minimum of hours seemed like a horrible waste of time. His body was so used to this ascetic regime that even on his rare days off he simply couldn’t force himself to sleep in. At the break of dawn, or whatever equivalent it had in deep space, he laid wide awake staring at the quarters’ ceiling, no trace of drowsiness lingering in his mind.

That had its perks though. Reyes turned his head to the right, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Unlike him, Scott had zero problems with sleeping – he slept, one can even say, with enthusiasm, mouth parted and drooling obliviously at his pillow.

Lo and behold the mighty Pathfinder.

The thought that he was the only one privileged enough to see Scott like this, so vulnerable, unkempt, almost childlike warmed Reyes’s heart to a degree he did not anticipate. The things that man did to him, unbelievable…

A month or so had passed since the Charlatan’s coup d'état in Kadara Port and it was only Reyes’s second night he got to spend on the Tempest. But things were looking good on all fronts, more than Reyes dared to expect even in his most optimistic prognoses. He had been preparing himself mentally that Scott – Scott the paragon of virtue who flew across the galaxy helping people – would reject him as soon as he’d learn the whole truth, of all the shady and questionable things he had done. But no. Scott understood that things were rarely black and white, Scott accepted him for who he was, good and bad. Reyes knew that he was a lucky man to have found someone like Scott. He didn’t deserve him, not by a long shot.

Reyes felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around his lover. Not being the one to refuse himself much, he shifted closer to Scott, his hand resting on his shoulder blade, his lips pressing to his forehead.

Scott stirred, sighing softly. A warm, boneless mass against Reyes’s chest. Barely lucid, he instinctively reached out for his lover, his fingers curling on the tawny hip. Scott didn’t open his eyes yet. Maybe that was for the best – he couldn’t see the embarrassingly mushy expression on Reyes’s face.

“Rey…?” he mumbled, his lips tickling Reyes’s neck as he spoke.

“Yes?” He carded his hand through the mess of hair on Scott’s head, massaging his scalp gently. Scott liked that, the tender motion always seemed to soothe him. It worked like magic even now, making the Pathfinder sigh again with contentment.




“Coffee?” Reyes echoed with amusement. “You want some?”


“As you wish.” Reyes chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek. “One coffee coming right up.”

A languid smile curved Scott’s lips.

“Love you,” he said, warm glints of affection flickering in his half-opened, heavy-lidded eyes, still clouded with remnants of whatever dream he was having.

The sight completely melted Reyes’s heart. Smiling like a fool, he kissed Scott’s temple, the corner of his eye, his cheek before finally letting their lips meet in a surprisingly chaste union, almost an antithesis of the lustful kisses they shared in the evening.

“Be right back,” Reyes said, stroking Scott’s chest before finally sliding away from his lover towards the edge of the bed. He let his bare feet fall onto the cold floor and then stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. Although the temperature on the Tempest was optimal for humans and other humanoid species, it still felt chilly against his naked skin, warmed so perfectly by Scott’s pliant body. He missed it already.

No, his thoughts shouldn’t wander off in that direction or he’d just dive in straight back to bed and never leave.

With an inward sigh, he located his pants under a chair, thrown there haphazardly the night before. He picked them up, aware of Scott’s gaze on him.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, turning to his lover. Just as expected, Scott, still not fully awake, observed him with a relaxed smile playing on his lips.


Reyes shook his head and put the pants on.

“I expect something in return for that coffee. I am, after all, a greedy man.”

“I know… a kiss then?”

“Not good enough.”


“At least five.”

“Four and a half,” Scott said with mock sternness. “Final offer.”

Reyes laughed, feeling another burst of sentiment towards that impossible man.

“Deal. You drive a hard bargain.”

“Been taught by the best.”

They exchanged telling glances and smiles like true partners in crime.

This relationship shouldn’t have worked, all evidence and premises pointed to its inevitable destruction. How could love bloom freely between the human Pathfinder, a symbol of hope for the whole of Andromeda, and the Charlatan, the head of a criminal organization ruling over Kadara Port? But somehow it did, against all odds.



“The coffee I’m going to prepare for you,” said Reyes smoothly, giving his lover his signature wink.

Hearing Scott chuckle, Reyes walked across the room to the door. He hesitated before pressing the button though. His current looks were hardly… presentable. Wearing only his pants, with disheveled hair and enough love bites on his skin not to leave much to imagination what he and Scott were doing the night before, he was bound to scandalize the crew, who didn’t have a very high opinion on him in the first place.

Oh well, it was still early, surely no one would be up at this ungodly hour, he thought punching the door open.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he understood how wrong he was. Jaal and Liam were sitting at the table, empty bottle of wine in front of them, and chatting about something animatedly. At least until they spotted Reyes. The atmosphere then soured at once. Both the angara and the human gave him unfriendly stink eyes reserved perhaps for something filthy that stuck to the sole of your shoe.

Well then, an excellent start.

“Morning,” Reyes said in a neutral tone as if he hadn’t noticed the icy cold reception. They didn’t reply. It didn’t bother him too much though. Tons of people hated him, that was basically in the job description. Two more didn’t make too much of a difference, he was used to it.

Unperturbed, he opened the cupboard and took out Scott’s favorite mug – the one with the Brave Heart Lion from the old Care Bears cartoon. What a nerd. Reyes caught himself smiling like a goofball as he started the coffee machine. Scott’s blend of choice contained more milk, caramel syrup and sugar than the coffee itself, he knew that by now. Sweet drink for a sweet boy.

God, he couldn’t believe he had just thought something that cheesy. Scott brought out the worst sap out of him. And Reyes wasn’t entirely sure if he minded that.

Reyes was so caught up in his own musings that he had nearly forgotten that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. A grunt full of disapproval and even more disapproving words reminded him of that quite successfully.

“I don’t like you,” announced Jaal.

It was hard not to laugh, but Reyes managed to keep a straight face.

“And here I thought we can make s’mores and sing kumbaya together.”

“I don’t understand what you are referring to, but we will certainly not do that.”

“Well, here go my weekend plans…”

“Listen, smartass,” Liam chimed in, openly hostile. “You’re not welcome on this ship.“

“No, really? I can’t believe it, everyone’s so nice to me,“ Reyes deadpanned, casting a brief, almost bored glance at the man. This indifferent reaction only infuriated Liam even more.

“It’s a disgrace that you’re here,“ Liam slurred, the alcohol making him more open with his resentment. “You’re a bloody exile and a criminal, you should be in prison.“

Reyes felt the anger rushing in his veins, but he bit back the reply, not showing that the words had phased him in any way. There was no point trying to engage in a conversation with any of them. All he had to do was to wait until the machine spat out the fancy coffee for Scott and he’d be out of here in a blink of an eye.

But Liam wasn’t done yet, not even close. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, Scott must be a bigger idiot than we thought to trust you.“

It was as if a thunderbolt hit him straight in the chest. He spun around to face them, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight.

“Leave him out of this,“ he snarled, making Liam and Jaal stare at him with surprise and maybe with fear too. “You don’t like me and insulting me is your new hobby? Fine, I’ve heard worse. But don’t you fucking dare talk shit about Scott.“

“Yeah, as if you care about him,“ Liam said with scorn. “You’re just using him for his connections, we all know that. Only Scott is too naive to see that.“

Reyes narrowed his eyes, seething and truly wounded. It… well, it was a painful thing to hear. If the crew thought that about him, could Scott be swayed too one day?

“We’re watching you. When you hurt him we will eject you into space.“ Jaal wasn’t joking. “With pleasure.“

Reyes grit his teeth, clenched his fists. They went too far. Implying that he was here to hurt Scott? No, he couldn’t stand for it, he wouldn’t.

“Same applies to you,“ he said, his voice sharp like a blade of a knife.

“What?“ Liam replied, puzzled. Reyes smiled, but that smile had no humor in it. It was a warning.

“You’re all so self-righteous, looking down and passing judgment, and yet you seem to forget who I really am. I’m not just some smuggler nobody. I’m the Charlatan. If any of you just as much as look at Scott in a funny way, you’ll have the wrath of the whole Collective on your asses. Just so we’re clear, it’s a two way alley. You may keep an eye on me, but I’m keeping mine on you just as much. Hurt him and you’ll die. Painfully.“

A soft ding cut through the silence that enveloped the room – the coffee was ready. Reyes took the mug and walked out of the room, not deigning Liam and Jaal with even a passing glance. He didn’t have to, he knew they were both staring at him in stunned silence.

* * *

Hearing the sound the machine made, Scott backed away slowly, returning to his room. His heart raced in his chest. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he got bored waiting and decided to join his boyfriend in the kitchen. But what he heard… Reyes’s words resounded with devotion, care and power. Scott was slightly frightened. And touched. And turned on, all at once.

He needed to have a serious talk with his crew though.

Scott kicked off his pants and slipped under the sheets again as if he had never left. Reyes walked in a moment later, a steaming mug in his hands.

Scott looked closely at his lover’s face, trying to read his thoughts on what had happened in the kitchen. Reyes was so good at clamming up, at hiding his emotions, burring them deep beneath the surface of a suave charmer. But Scott couldn’t be fooled. He saw the hurt in his lover’s eyes, despite his efforts to smile.  

“Here you are. One coffee, just as requested,“ Reyes said, sitting at the edge of the bed. Scott sat up as well, taking the mug carefully. The smell told him that Reyes remembered how he liked to take his drink. That was really sweet.

“Thank you.“ Scott hesitated, unsure if he should do it. But he felt like he must. He put the mug away on the nightstand. Reyes looked at him quizzically, thousands of thoughts probably running through his head.

“I love you,“ Scott said, pouring his heart into these words, his hand reaching to Reyes’s cheek. “And nothing and no one can change that. I… I just wanted you to know that,“ he added, a little embarrassed.

But Reyes looked at him with nothing but adoration, his eyes lively and bright again.

“Thank you, Scott. I needed to hear that.“ His words were soft, just as his lips when he gave him a kiss. And then another, locking him in a warm embrace.

The coffee stood on the nightstand completely forgotten.

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anonymous asked:

"I don't love you" for the four word prompt

Note: Having to write about not loving someone was kinda hard, I sat for a while trying to find a way to write this without it being totally heartbreaking.

Maybe it was you two were just two kids in love, so caught up in the romance and the butterflies that you both rushed too far into things, maybe it was the harsh reality that sunk in after the romance began to die down. Maybe it was the constant cycle of a terrible and inconsistent routine that ate away at the two of you. Whatever it may have been, it left you wondering and doubting the relationship that was once so full of love and passion but is now like a burnt out fire, still smouldering hot but not igniting with bright flames and a desiring heat. 

He’s a businessman, periodically flying around to comply with his jobs’ needs and demands that bicker away at him, his priorities include his career, his career, his career, and then somewhere along the endless line of his careers needs you fall somewhere into place. 

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wedding night // a matty healy smut

word count: 3,280 (oops)

read part one here

 a/n this is quite long and there’s a lot of description toward the beginning because i really wanted you to get the vibe and atmosphere, sorry if it’s too much! 

 you drove through the beautiful clear night, moonlight cascading through the sun roof above you and matty’s heads. matty sat beside you driving, his hand lightly resting on your leg. you glanced at the car clock - 11:32. your head was still in the clouds from the night’s events. you’d just departed from your wedding venue, leaving the excited guests through a path of sparklers and laughter, and now was the first time all day that you’d get to spend more than a moment alone with matty. you looked over to your new husband and smiled to yourself as he focused on the road, navigating through traffic to get to the hotel you’d be staying at overnight before leaving for your romantic getaway the next morning. his face was stern yet beautiful, and you placed your hand on his neck, running your fingers lightly through the hair there before moving your hand down to his shoulder, where you rested it. this was your favorite kind of time with him - quiet, comfortable, peaceful. your eyes shifted down to his left hand, which now wore a thin band on the ring finger, and your breath hitched in your throat. he belongs to me, forever, you thought, and he would wear that ring as a public sign of devotion to me and me only. 

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Feeling Alive- Part 4

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.


Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)

Part 3 (There Will Come a Time)

Weapon of Choice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 5/?: Weapon of Choice

Word count: 1116

I’m baaaack. I kind of have another idea as well but I’m not going to talk about it until this is done otherwise we’ll be here forever (!). Anyway this is a super short chapter, as is the next one, so they’ll be up in quick succession. You’re all just *flails*. Amazing. I love you.

“Alright, kids!” Wanda claps her hands together to signal that warm-ups are over. “We’ll move onto a new routine today! This will be the girls’ chance to have the stage, so guys-” She makes a sweeping gesture, “- Vacate the floor, please! Clint, take them through the blocking we did for the So Good routine? You can use the corner.”

Clint pulls a face but nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

The guys troop off, leaving the centre to the eight girls and Wanda.

“This is the music we will be dancing to!” Wanda skips across to the sound system and clicks a few keys on her laptop. A familiar funk tune blasts out of the speakers, and you grin.

Don’t be shocked

By the tone

Of my voice.

Check out my new weapon,

Weapon of choice…”

You automatically start moving your hips in time with the beat of the song. Wanda lets it play for a few bars more before shutting it off and moving back to stand in front of you all.

“We’ll tie it into the end of Stay at the end of the session, if we get time, but for now we’ll block through the moves. Diamond formation, please!”

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Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy one shot with Kylo and a sick reader where he takes care of her and cuddles her :)

A/N: I got this done so quick bc I was in the biggest of moods to write fluff and like 90% of my requests are anything but so thank you, anon! Enjoy!

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The excitement of moving off of the Finalizer and onto Starkiller Base had become a faint memory. At first, you were more than thrilled to be surrounded by nature and not open space. Sure, seeing nothing but stars was quite pleasant, but you grew to feel a bit of cabin fever when all you ever saw was stars.

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