i just had this song stuck in my head and it fits for these two

Watch Me Babygirl

this is my gif from my personal blog btw :)

A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

[pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9]

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His Control (M)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,942

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.

Warning: Dom!Kook, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry


Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.

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Monkey

Once upon a time, my dear friend Palak @stylishmuser had a dream. She told me that dream and then, within the same day, this video happened. I’m here to put that dream into words. Please enjoy.

Also, @stylesunchained…I dared. I’m sorry.

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Harry was waiting patiently for someone on the other end of the phone to answer his call. He had called exactly when he always did; 6:30 on the dot in London, which was half an hour before his daughter went to bed. The nightly ritual had been the same for the past two weeks; he would call before bedtime, talk to his little girl as soon as she had her pajamas on, say goodnight before you tucked her in, and then call back after she was asleep and talk to you until his eyes started to droop. It wasn’t ideal - he would have much rather been home with the two of you - but it was better than nothing.

The familiar and sweet sound of your voice finally echoed in his ears and he saw your face pop up on the tiny screen.

“Hey you,” you smiled, “How are you?”

“Tired,” he replied, rubbing at his eyes a bit to keep them focused, “Lots of meetings and interviews today. Is she still up?”

“Of course. I’ve just had her run and brush her teeth; she should be out soon, she knows what time it is.”

Another few minutes went by as you and Harry talked about what had been going on, but you knew Harry was getting antsy to talk to someone else. As much as he loved conversations with you, he only had a limited time with his daughter before she fell asleep.

“(Y/D/N)!” you called, turning your head, “Daddy’s on the phone and he’s waiting for you!”

It was only a few seconds before the thumping of tiny feet could be heard running down the hallway. A moment later, Harry saw the wild hair of his three-year-old appear in frame and he chuckled.

“Hi, monkey,” he said, waving.

“Hi daddy!”

“I miss you. How are you?”

“I’m good. I went to Nana’s today and Auntie Gem was there!”

Harry grinned. “Was she? That sounds like fun. Did she let you play salon with her hair again?”

His daughter nodded, excitedly. That was one thing Harry was so thankful for; a sister who didn’t care if her niece wanted to poke, prod, braid or twist her hair within an inch of its life. Gemma was always game for a little ‘toddler spa day’.

“Daddy, guess how many more days!!”

“Hmm,” Harry thought, “I don’t know. Tell me.”

She held up both hands, folding two fingers down.

“Only this many! An’ then you’ll be home, daddy!”

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All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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I Thought You Hated Me.

Request from @brieflybigwonderland​: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!

Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1721

Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been a couple of years since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in, spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even if the conversation soon turned to him.

But then he wouldn’t be Tony if he didn’t boost his own ego.

Life couldn’t have been any better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building.

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Inked

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born. 

Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be. 

Words: 2.4k+

A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)

Originally posted by saymaybetothis


You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.

No.

This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.

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Only One

Request: #6 and #44 with Jughead?

And: Jughead x reader with 8 and 46 please?

Requested by: both anonymous.

6: “You’re the only one for me.” 

44: “You’re drunk.”

8: “I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.”

46: “How did I get stuck here with you?”

A/N: Hope you two don’t mind I combined your requests, I thought it could fit well together and create an interesting story.

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

Jughead sighed, already annoyed by the prospect of even being in the same room as these people.

He was at a party, filled with drunk and high kids who stumbled around excitedly. The buzz of the room screamed celebration and all Jughead could do was lean against a wall, and close his eyes in tested patience. Why did he agree to this again?

Oh that’s right, it was your birthday and your friends, despite their own interest had invited him because they knew you wouldn’t be able to enjoy your birthday without your best friend. And that’s how Jughead landed here, because he was a faithful and kind best friend, he’d sacrificed his own fortunes and come to this rather wild party.

You’d been surprised when he’d shown up, but no doubt happy. Though you’d quickly been dragged of by one of your friends, with the yell of a promise to meet up with him later. Jughead would’ve honestly left by now if you hadn’t said something. He honestly questioned why he was your friend after the stunts you pulled.

“Juggy…!” Called a sing-song voice. Jughead blinked, turning to see you stumble towards him with the biggest grin on your face. He sighed, already knowing this couldn’t be good and when you finally reached him all he had to do was take was sniff to realized you were intoxicated. 

“You’re drunk.” Jughead stated bluntly, staring down at you unimpressed as you giggled at him.

“No, duh, Juggy.” You ‘lightly’ slapped his shoulder, making him wince by your rather rough hit. “It’s my birthday and the giiiirrlllls- the girls wanted me to drink.” You slurred, smiling messily up at him.

Jughead sighed, taking your arm he started leading you up the stairs. “Come one, your too drunk.” He stated and despite your protests, he continued to lead you up the stairs and into one of your friends bedrooms. Luckily this wasn’t at your home, so once Jughead got you stable enough he could steal you away from your own party and take you home.

Once in the room, you stared stupidly at the ceiling jumping every time Jughead walked by. “I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.” You giggled, staring at Jughead now dazed. He rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin.

“How did I get stuck here with you?” He found himself asking, taking a seat beside you as you leaned against him. He tried to keep himself calm, you knew he didn’t like touching so much and you were only doing this because you weren’t completely right in the head right now.

“Because you loooove me.” You hiccuped, as your eyes suddenly grew heavy and you found the side of Jughead very comfortable. Jughead though, watched uncomfortably as you fell asleep against his side. Despite his own hatred towards touching, he couldn’t help but smile down at your cute flushed face. “And i’m the only one for you.” You mumbled sleepily, not completely hearing what you were saying yourself.

“You’re right,” Jughead admitted once he knew you were asleep. “You’re the only one for me.” 

Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. "Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying 'sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

***

“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

***

The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

Cold | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by jugheadjones94


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Being a Blossom and dating the school’s super sleuth doesn’t exactly have a happy ending.

Warnings: some swears, maybe. and mentions of death bc jason blossom u know.

Word Count: 2240

A/N: okay this turned out better than I thought. figuring out a title for this was v hard but thanks The Veronicas for having v fitting songs. It’s left open for a part two but that’s up to you guys. Just lemme know <3

Being a Blossom wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to begin with thanks to all the rumours and speculation around your family that had been passed down over the years but the moment Jason Blossom had died, it became the hardest thing in the world. People would constantly stop you whenever they saw you, whether it was in the streets or at school just to give you their condolences. People were constantly staring at you watching and waiting for you to breakdown and the thing you hated the most were the people that would constantly be asking if you were okay.

Okay? How could you be okay when your brother had died? Not only died, he’d been murdered and nobody knew who it was. Every single person in town was a suspect even you. Your parents were on a mission to find out who did it but in the progress of that they seemed to be forgetting or didn’t care about how you and your sister Cheryl were feeling. Not once had either of them made sure you were okay or gave you a hug. Just a simple hug from your mum or dad would’ve helped, it really would’ve. But, no. You and Cheryl just had each other and that was okay.

To most people, Cheryl was a stuck-up bitch who didn’t care what anyone thought about her.  That was a façade, though. The real Cheryl, the Cheryl you’d grown up with was a kind, sweet, troubled girl that just wanted love. She just wanted someone to be there for her but she was stubborn and had built up walls so much that letting people in was hard. The only person she trusted was you and vice versa. You had each other and that’s what mattered. When you were at school though, that was a whole different world. Cheryl was the popular cheerleader who had her big group of friends while you were the ‘boring’ Blossom. That’s what you’d branded yourself as. Jason and Cheryl had been the popular ones that were head of the school food chain and you were the plain jane Blossom. You’d much rather just write and spend time by yourself than be surrounded by people who only used you for the popularity. That wasn’t to say you didn’t have friends or people didn’t care about you. That wasn’t the case at all. You had a few friends and Jason’s friends always made sure you were looked after now your brother was gone but you didn’t have anything solid. More than anything you wished you had a best friend.

That was when Jughead Jones came into play. He was the mysterious, super-sleuth that was trying to solve your brother’s murder. It didn’t bother you too much that he was. Besides, it wasn’t like you could stop him anyway. You and Jughead had always been friendly to each other – more acquaintances than anything but one day when you were feeling especially down and sad, that all changed.

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Rockabye (pt.2)

genre: fluff and just a little angst /stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2.5k

listen to this song during the dance. 


The Private Dance

Originally posted by nnochu


Jimin? What an interesting name, you thought to yourself.

It was already the day after you had performed for Jimin. Although you performed for Jimin once, you had to admit that you liked it. You really liked performing for him.

The way he looked at you like you were the only girl on the planet. Like you were this, some sacred treasure nobody could touch. Jimin, no matter how bad he wanted you already, respected you. He respected woman and didn’t use them. That doesn’t mean a lot coming from him since he did go to a strip club but he just needed a release that day.

And you were his release.



Tonight, you found yourself worrying more than normal. You were doubting yourself with how you would be able to turn him on, again. What if you couldn’t? What if you messed up?

You always did this to yourself when you had to do a private dance. It would be just you and him in that room. Of course, you were fine with it, it was just something you didn’t do too often. Jimin looked like he was easy to get excited, so that helped you relax a little and knowing yourself, you could get any man to melt under your touch. You could make their imagination run wild within seconds. This was going to be easy but most of all fun. Not only for him but you also.

You’ve been working already for a couple hours and it was already 9:30. You haven’t been able to think of anything but this dance. You had to make sure everything was perfect considering last time he gave you a $20 tip. The more money, the better.

You got up from the red leather couch you have been sitting on and walk over to the bathroom. Normally, you didn’t care if you looked amazing. You just didn’t care about anything but ever since Jimin laid eyes on you, you felt self-conscious. Not because you didn’t feel pretty, it was just more because of the way he looked at you. His fierce stare that made it seem like he was slowly tearing your clothes off of you. No guy has ever looked at you like that. Yes, you’ve gotten looks but his looks were just, different.

You look into the mirror and fix your hair until you are satisfied with the way it looked. You had brought a bag with you so you could touch up your makeup. Before almost feeling content, you sprayed Victoria Secrets: Noir Tease on your wrists and neck. You take one last glance and sigh, mentally preparing yourself, as you walk out of the bathroom and make your way to the back so you can put your bag back into the little locker that was reserved for you.

As soon as you make your way back to the main floor you slowly look around. You missed him at a first glance but after looking again you saw him on the other side of the room leaning against the wall, hands in his pocket, and his hair swept back. He was wearing all black, with a velvet blazer, and the only thing that stood out from his appearance was his big, pink and full lips. How could a pair of lips make you feel so flustered?

You hadn’t realized you were gawking once again until he smirked and shook his head until it was hanging low. You started working your way to the main register and waited for him to get the memo. He did and made his way to you.

You run your hand through your hair and place the palm of your hand under your chin.

“Ready?” He speaks up. His voice was deeper than normal, lust obviously present in his voice.

“I suppose, follow me.” Your voice returned to its sexy state.

He steps back as you make your way around him. You were in front of him and just to purposely tease him more, you walked extra with more hip and sway than you normally did. You felt his stare burn through you but it was okay, you liked it. That was what motivated you.

Before you finally come to a closed off room, you ask how he was doing.

“I’m good, just stressed out that’s all.” He replies, continuing behind you.

You hummed. “ I think I can help with that.”

He chuckled and nodded. “Good, that’s just what I need.”

You finally reach the room and walk in, closing the door and locking it behind you.

The room was empty, only containing two chairs, a red light hanging above them, and a stereo system for playing the music. The room screamed nothing but sex and lust, even the smell that came with it. Perfect.

“Take a seat.”

He obliges and slowly sits down, still not taking his eyes off of you.

This time you were wearing a shirt, that was slightly more revealing than normal. Obviously, that shirt would come off later in the dance but you liked the tease. You had on a different colored bra than last time, with shorts that fit in every place perfectly and a pair of underwear that complemented your body in every right way.

You walk past him, his scent lingering in your senses. It was purely intoxicating but you enjoyed it. You reach the stereo system and pull up the song on YouTube before pressing play.

Wet The Bed – Chris Brown

Ticking played for about 5 seconds, giving you enough time to set the phone down and walk over to Jimin. His eyes still stuck to you like glue.

“No touching. I can touch you but can’t touch me. Now, let us have some fun.” You whisper and the songs officially starts.

Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip as I kiss both sexy lip, lip, lips x2

You start off by slowly making your way behind the chair, standing where he couldn’t see you, and grip his head, making him move it from one side to the other. You heard Jimin sigh like that was all he needed already.

I ain’t afraid to drown if that means I’m deep up in your ocean, yeah.
Girl I’ll drink you down, sipping on your body all night.


You move to his side, as he turns his head and eyes you from bottom to top. You grab onto the back of the chair, making sure it was supporting you, as you slowly lay your back down on his lap. He tensed at the feeling but then soon let out another sigh while tilting his head back. You bring yourself back up and stand up. You walk back behind him and at the next part of the song, you place your leg in front of him, setting it on his thigh as you run your hand up and down it.

I just wanna take your legs and wrap around, girl you’re coming right now
My head to your chest
feeling your heartbeat girl


You place your hands on his shoulder and slowly move down to his pecks, then down to the beginning of his belt. You then move your hands back up and repeat the move once more.  You could feel the heat of his skin radiating through his clothes. You move back to being in front of him and slowly grab the end of your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you in your bra and shorts. As you get closer to him, you place each hand on his thigh and slowly separate his legs, making a perfect spot for you to sit on and straddle.

Ima kiss you right, yeah, yeah,
I’m gon’ lick all night, yeah, yeah
Girl when I’m inside, yeah, yeah
yeah, girl, you heard what I said
I’m gonna make you wet the bed, bed, bed


You slowly grind on him during that part of the song. He was already getting lost in your body so soon, wanting to do nothing more than to touch you.

I’m gonna make you wet the bed
bed, bed, I’m gonna make you wet the bed,
bed, bed, bed. I'ma put your legs around behind
yourself, your head, then I make you wet the bed.

You lift yourself off of him and turn back around both hands on his knees. You slowly separate them once more as you make your way down in between them and slowly bring yourself back up, rotating your hips to the music.

“Ah, you’re so good-” You shush him gently, putting one finger over his lips. You then grab the chair that was empty and sit backward on it, still facing him. There was a part on the chair that was covering your womanhood- your legs spread wide- just perfectly, so he couldn’t see anything. Your throw your head back as he continues watching your every move. You do that until the first chorus plays once again.

I don’t want to be a minute man baby
you’re just like a storm rainin on me
girl you’re soakin wet
Ima kiss you right, yeah, yeah,
I’m gon’ lick all night, yeah, yeah
Girl when I’m inside, yeah, yeah
yeah, girl, you heard what I said
I’m gonna make you wet the bed, bed, bed


You stand up from the chair and kick it out of the way. You hook the sides of your shorts and slowly pull them down just to the start of your underwear and bring them back up, giving him the perfect striptease while you move your hips from side to side. You drop down, legs spread wide again, whipping your head to the side as the guy in the song raps. Then the chorus starts again and you slowly take your shorts off all the way before placing your self back onto Jimin, slowly starting to grind on him once more until the song comes to an end.

You move off of him, beads of sweat were formed on his forehead. He was breathing heavily and you look down noticing that he was clearly excited.  


“I’d pay you my whole bank balance for that again.” He speaks up.

You chuckle at his words and look down but don’t say anything. You make your eyes look back to his face and there he was, smiling away, not a sign of lust in sight anymore. He was looking at you again like you were the only girl in the world. Most guys after a  private dance offer more money to fuck but Jimin didn’t do that. Instead, he gives you a compliment you don’t hear often.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” Your cheeks turn red at his words. How they rolled off of his tongue so easily.

The last time you got called beautiful, was well, a long time ago. Once again, most guys screamed profanities in your face and called you whore or slut. You have never been called beautiful, by any man, let alone a customer. Jimin didn’t understand how much that meant to you. He got up from his seat and grabbed your shirt and shorts that were thrown onto the floor from when you had taken them off.

“May I?” He asked.

You didn’t know exactly what he meant but as soon as you nodded, you did and he told you to lift up your arms. You listened and he slowly put your shirt back on, doing the same with your shorts as you held onto his shoulders for support.

“A girl like you, shouldn’t be doing this sort of job. Men are gross and will use you. Please don’t tell me you sell yourself for sex, that’s the last thing I want to hear.” He speaks up as he backs away from you, giving you, your personal space.

His comment threw you off guard, again. He just paid for a pretty much fully clothed fuck session and he just told you, that guys would use you?

“You know, that doesn’t really mean much coming for you. You are paying good money to have a girl dance on you. Your girlfriend can’t do what I just did?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” He replies immediately. “and I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me but I just wanted to see you again, that’s all. I just didn’t know how to ask, besides asking for a private dance.”

“Interesting. I’m surprised you haven’t offered $100 yet and asked to fuck. Most guys do.” You answer back, ignoring the fact that he just said he wanted to see you again.

He slowly walked closer to you and stopped until very little space was left between your bodies.

“I don’t treat girls like that. I’d never pay for sex.” He whispered. “But I would pay to keep seeing you. Let me tell you something. I’m not one to really get crushes but when I first laid my eyes on you, I could’ve sworn I died just at the sight of you. Your body, your charisma, and confidence. I’ve never been so attracted to a girl,” He paused then carried on “but you, oh, you had me at hello and ever since you performed for me that first time, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.

Were you day dreaming? One of the most beautiful guys you have ever seen in your entire life was complementing you repeatedly, making your stomach form butterflies and looking at you like you were all the money in the world.

“No amount of money is enough to buy a body and use it for something so awful, so please tell me you don’t sell yourself.” He brought up the sore subject, again, since you didn’t answer the first time.

You didn’t reply. You were embarrassed and hated telling people that you had to occasionally get money from sex. And you really didn’t want to tell Jimin because you liked him and it was pretty obvious he liked you. You were scared he would run away, just like all the others did.

“Your silence tells me you have. Why?” He asks sympathy in his tone but mixed with disappointment as well.

“I need the money, that’s why. I have no other choice. I’m a single mom, raising a kid and paying bills”

He steps closer to you, your lips barely touching.

“Understandable, Can I take you out?”

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. Warmth spreading all over your body as his gaze pierces through you.

“Um-I, guess there’s no reason you…can’t.” You say more as a question than an answer in your normal, high-pitched, and nervous voice.

“Ah, I like that answer.” He pulls out his wallet once again, this time giving you $100- the same amount you charge to have sex for only 30 minutes and that may seem like a lot but you’d be surprised at how many guys would pay that amount of money for a good orgasm- and a card with his number on it.

“Oh, uh, Jimin, you only have to pay $70.” You suddenly say as soon as he walks away, almost reaching the door to exit the room.

“Keep it, you need it more than me anyways.”

Clueless

Summary: Realization strikes you once you’re suddenly overwhelmed by your feelings for your roommate, blaming yourself for being so clueless all along to see what was really infront of you.

Word Count: 1,931.

A/N: Enjoy this Roommate!Bucky fic I decided to come up with. Surprisingly, I really like how it came out. Hope you enjoy! And as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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When Fate Intervened

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: Day one of the hamwriters write-a-thon! This is actually not the fic I have had written for this day for like a week and a half. No I wrote this last night and this morning because this was a better idea than my other one. Also I’m posting this now because in my time zone at least it’s the right day for this so here we go, enjoy!

AU: Soulmate AU

Warnings: nothing? 

Word Count: 1,700

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes

A world without color has never particularly bothered you. Sure it would be nice to see colors the way your sister can, but really it’s never been a big thing. You watched all through high school and college as the people around you desperately tried to find the person they were destined to be with but you never really tried to look for them. You’ve always believed that when it’s time to meet your soulmate, fate will be there to make sure it happens.

“Y/N… did you know that when you reach 26 your chances of meeting your soulmate drop dramatically?” Your sister asks as you pull your gloves and scarf on in preparation for the cold winter morning air you know is waiting for you outside.

“That is bullshit. People in their 60’s meet their soulmates all the time. Not everyone get’s to meet them in the first grade like you” you grumble.

Your sister has always been like this, she’s younger than you by three years and likes to bother you about meeting your soulmate at every chance she get’s. Why you ever thought it was a good idea to live with her and her soulmate you have no idea.

“Goodbye” you call out, not bothering to turn around to face her as you grab your bag and make your way out of the apartment.

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{Special} College!AU Jooheon
  • major: accounting
  • minor: music technology/digital music production 
  • sports: said he’d try out for fencing because of his friend jackson but completely forgot about it,,,,,,,,,even though jackson texted him like 405282 times 
  • clubs: joined a movie club which is essentially like a book club but you all gather, pick a movie, and watch it. jooheon has picked pulp fiction like five times because he still doesn’t get the majority of what was happening in that movie,,,,,,,,,, 
  • if you’ve ever seen those memes about super stressed college students just laying down asleep in the library surrounded by unfinished homework, candy wrappers, and highlighters,,,,,,,,,,that is jooheon
  • if you look closely enough you’ll all see the light in his eyes is gone, his soul has left his body. left the library. left the campus. left this atmosphere.
  • and it is all because of his major,,,,,,,,,,,,which he hates,,,,,,,,,because accounting is just mathematics and droned out professors who sound like they’re saying the same thing over and over and over again
  • and jooheon has thought of bludgeoning himself with his auditing textbook on multiple occasions because,,,,,,,,everything is pain. College is Terrible
  • and all of his friends are like,,,,,bro you’re dragging yourself into a black hole just switch. changkyun is always like “look at me, i love my major because it’s interesting - you look like you haven’t slept in four days and i think your business tax homework is stuck onto your back with some gum.”
  • jooheon with bags under his eyes: i haven’t slept in four days. i haven’t eaten a decent meal in a week. and no changkyun, it isn’t “stuck” to me. my backpack is too full so im being innovative 
  • like it’s not even that he doesn’t study,,,,it’s just it’s so bland and boring of a subject that he can’t even motivate himself to apply what he’s learned
  • shownu literally had to come to his class once and pick up a passed out jooheon ,,,,,,,, it’s a Mess
  • the thing jooheon is really interested in is music,,,,,and he’s friends with a lot of the music majors so he gets to use their equipment and stuff if he asks
  • and like,,,,,,he wants to produce songs. and he has,,,,,,,,it’s just that no one knows it’s him
  • he has a soundcloud and every now and then he’ll drop a link to it on the student resource page and like,,,,,,,,,,it’s really popular
  • he publishes them under the fake name h*ney and any of his singles will go viral through school and be played at every dorm party on campus
  • even got off campus when someone tweeted that they were playing a h*ney song at this club that they were at and when jooheon saw he almost fell off his chair because??????? woah people really like what he does
  • but he knows a future with music is practically impossible, plus his own parents don’t know he took the production major as a minor because they’d be totally against it
  • and it sucks to feel like you’re being pulled in two directions; one toward what you really love, and one toward whats best for your future
  • like,,,,,not even his close friends know he’s actually h*ney and minhyuk’s literally always talking about how much he loves the songs and so is changkyun and even picky kihyun,,,,,,,
  • it’s like he’s living a double life LOL and jooheon wishes he could just be himself,,,,but it’s hard when he’s in class and the other accounting majors are all competing with each other for internships at huge companies and trash talking arts majors
  • i mean he already doesn’t really fit in perfectly,,,,,,,jooheon is much more social than a lot of people in his classes and he goes out on the weekends with wonho and minhyuk and sometimes he’ll crack jokes in class and the serious, no-fun students are just like “did you do the homework? what did you get on the midterm? are you working anywhere right now, i just got a job as a lackey at a bank-”
  • and so even with his grades slipping, jooheon knows that he’s never going to be an accountant, work in a bank, like the thought is so????? not him?????????
  • but all he does to deal with it is like,,,,,,work on his music even though he gets nothing in return because of his anonymity
  • and you,,,,,,,unlike jooheon who has a major he hates,,,,,,are undecided
  • and you’ve spent most of college taking random classes and not finding anything that interests you in the least and like it SUCKS
  • because everyone has a plan and you’re kinda like,,,,,,,,shrugging your shoulders because your friend looks at your schedule and is like ?? physics lab??????? international dance???? gender in the eighteenth century???? microeconomics????
  • and you’re just on your phone scrolling through texts or whatever shrugging your shoulders like yeah,,,idk,,,i can’t make up my mind
  • and you actually have microeconomics with jooheon and you sit next to each other in the lecture hall
  • which,,,,,is hilarious because out of all the people there you two have literally zero clue about what is going on because???? microeconomics,,,,,,,,,,,,,,doesn’t make sense to you guys
  • and instead of paying attention and studying you always fall asleep with your headphones on and jooheon has had to get into the habit of nudging you awake if the teacher comes by or there’s homework being passed out
  • and one day,,,, you have your earphones on as usual and you’re blasting the new song by h*ney,,,,and jooheon can hear it you’re listening to it so loud
  • and,,,,he just can’t help but smile to himself because,,,,,,,you don’t even know it but you’re sitting right next to the composer of that song
  • but also right before class ends everyone gathers around to talk about the final and you take your headphones out and you’re like,,,,,,,oh shit,,,,,the final
  • and jooheon is like,,,,,,,,we gotta get notes from someone fast or else we’ll both flunk and you agree but when you ask around most of the students either don’t have organized notes to give out or,,,,,you know,,,,just don’t want to
  • even though you and jooheon pull together a grand total of $22.47 as an offering ,,,, but you realize really fast you and jooheon are royal,,,,totally,,,,,Screwed
  • the both of you sitting on a bench on campus with your head in your hands until you sit up and you’re like “well,,,,,if we fail we fail,,,,not much we can do now. except-”
  • and jooheon turns to see you smirking and he’s like ???? and you’re like “wanna go party our misery away?” and he perks up because oh,,,, now that might make him feel better and you’re like “there’s this place i really like in the city, i go with friends but today ill go with my,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,partner in failure of microeconomics!!”
  • and that’s how you and jooheon end up on the cramped dancefloor of a popular club amongst college students and you can tell that over half of them are doing exactly what you and jooheon are doing: trying to forget the horrors of finals
  • and you and jooheon are having a great conversation on just how much college really stinks
  • jooheon spilling his hatred out for his major while you laugh and tell him at least he has a major,,,,,you’re just floating through completely unaware of what to pick
  • and you’re both shaking your heads with sighs until suddenly the song changes to h*ney’s new song and you light up and you’re like jOOHEON,,,,THIS SONG IS MY FAVORITE and it jusT CAME OUT h*ney really outdid himself this time,,,,,
  • and jooheon watches as you dance a little to the song and he has to take a sip of his drink in order not to break out into a grin
  • because again,,,,,you don’t know he’s h*ney
  • but you look cute,,, enjoying his music,,,,,,and jooheon realizes there’s a reason he loves music and not accounting,,,,,he loves it because it makes other people happy
  • like in this moment there’s a hundred or more other people here,,,young good looking people,,,,,but you somehow hold jooheon’s attention because of how genuinely you’re enjoying his music,,,something he created,,,,
  • and nothing has ever overcome jooheon like right now because suddenly he wants to tell you ,,,,, only you,,,,,,his secret
  • and he reaches out to take your hand and you’re like ????? and he’s like “im going to tell you something but you need to keep it a secret.” and you’re like ??????? sure????
  • and he’s like follow me, ill tell you but i think i need to show you so you’ll believe it
  • and you’re walking behind jooheon and instead of going toward the subway back to campus he’s telling you to come with him on the bus 
  • and before you know it you’re in front of an apartment building and jooheon is like “,,,,,you know how im an accounting major right? well im also,,,,,into making music. you might know some of my music,,,.”
  • you tilt your head in wonder because???? how could you know his music you’ve never heard of an artist named jooheon before
  • but when you step inside to the small apartment, turned into a mini recording studio jooheon starts up his computer and he’s like “here - tell me if this sounds familiar”
  • and the minute you hear it the minute you realize,,,,,jooheon,,,,,,is h*ney
  • and you’re like HOLY HELL NO WAY and jooheon is slightly embarrassed by your shocked expression but he’s like iT’s true,,,,h*ney is my side project and stage name
  • and you’re like oh mY GOD im in a room with a LEGEND DUDE YOURE A LEGEND ON CAMPUS 
  • and jooheon shrugs, but the compliments make him feel really proud
  • and you’re like “oh my god oh my g OD,,,,,,,,,do you have anything you’re working on???? id love to hear it???????” and jooheon nods excitedly and sits down to start opening up some samples
  • and you literally spend the next two hours going through all of the stuff jooheon is working on and him just telling you about how h*ney came to be, how he learned to sing and rap and produce
  • and you’re in awe,,,,you’re like jooheon you’re amazing,,,,,,god why are you even an accounting major???? music is your talent????
  • and you get up and tell jooheon to play that one song you really liked and you just,,,,dance because it’s so good it’s impossible to hold still
  • and you outstretch your arm for jooheon and he’s turning red like,,,ah i couldn’t,,,,dance to my oWN song,,,,,
  • but you pull him up anyway and even in the tight space,,,, with snack wrappers and magazines all over the floor,,,, you and jooheon dance to the song
  • and jooheon,,,,,,for a moment he swears when he looks at you it’s like he’s seeing you in slow motion
  • your hair hitting your face as you twist back and forth
  • the way your mouth is open just ajar, eyes sparkling with something he’s never seen before
  • and jooheon doesn’t believe in love at first sight or whatever,,,,because he’s seen you enough in class,,,,,,but there’s something about you,,,,,something that draws him in
  • so much so that he shared his bIGGEST secret with you,,,,,,
  • and when you both realize it’s like wayyyy past curfew you decide you’ll just go back to campus in the morning and jooheon pulls out the inflatable mattress he has and lets you take it and he falls asleep in his computer chair
  • but it’s cute when you wake up you’re just like WOW you’re h*ney i still can’t believe it,,,,,
  • but jooheon shrugs and is like “it’s true” and as you’re getting coffee before heading back to school you’re like “oh! by the way - i promise i won’t tell anyone,,, you want to keep it a secret right?” and jooheon nods and you’re like well,,,,,,you have my promise
  • and  jooheon thanks you and you tell him you’ll see him in microeconomics for that final you’re both gonna cry during
  • and jooheon is like waving,,,,but for some reason with you gone it feels,,,,empty,,,,,
  • and throughout the day he keeps thinking about how happy you had gotten listening to his music,,,,,,how apparently a lot of people get happy listening to his music
  • and everytime he’d look down at his accounting textbooks,,,,,,he could just feel that this wasn’t for him
  • and so,,,,,,, at the end of the day he decides he’s going to switch
  • and when microeconomics class comes around and you’re like heY ready to die jooheon tells you his decision and you’re like!!!!!!!! dude im so happy for you!!!!!! 
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s thanks to you,,,,,and you’re like mE??? and he’s like you made me see that music has the benefit of making someone feel something,,,,,i can’t do that with accounting
  • and you’re like flushing a bit because oh,,, you didn’t know you had such an impact but you’re happy you could help!! and jooheon turns to look athis paper but he’s like
  • before the test starts–after,,,do you wanna,,,,,,grab something to eat??
  • and you’re like,,,, as a oh-shit-we-failed-this-final kind of hang out or,,, a date??
  • and jooheon swallows and lowers his eyes but then he’s like “,,,,,like a date” and you feel your stomach do a little flip but you’re like ok!!!! deal
  • tldr; you and jooheon go on that date and it’s,,,,,fun you guys have a similar taste in music and you want to hear jooheon tell you more about his future plans 
  • but at the end,,,,when you’re doing circles around campus jooheon stops and goes “you helped me find what i want to do,,,,i want to help you too.”
  • and you’re like idk if you can,,,,,im still undecided,,,,,and jooheon sadly nods but he’s like “for now all i can offer is this,,,” and you’re like ? and he leans down to softly kiss your cheek and you’re like oh,,,,well,,,,,,,ill gladly take it,,,,,,,,,,,,again,,,,kiss me again
  • and jooheon is like on the cheek?? and you’re like nope, on the lips please (-: 
  • but jooheon is serious on helping you he gets together a bunch of his friends from different majors to talk with you and you’re like jooheon please it’s ok,,, but he’s like i want to help,,,,,,
  • you start spending more time with jooheon at his little studio and you’re always the first one to hear a h*ney song before it goes out
  • and you’re always hyping up his music because it’s SO GOOD seriously he could make money off producing
  • and jooheon never gets used to having someone stand beside him and praise him but he loves it even more because it’s you,,,,
  • his friend kihyun keeps demanding to know why you and jooheon keep going into the city together so much and you’re both like uMM,,,,,,,,for a group project,,,,,,,,,yeah,,,,,there’s a cafe there,,,,,,,we gtg,
  • and you like being the only one who knows jooheon is h*ney but also you keep encouraging him to maybe go public one day 
  • because that means???? other musicians can contact him???
  • but for now everytime you guys hangout at the club you hear a song and you just knowingly grin at each other
  • jooheon,,,,when he hears a song he likes sends it to you 
  • he makes playlists regularly and you listen to them whenever you miss him
  • you posted a photo on instagram of h*ney’s new soundcloud single and jooheon commented: oh! you’re a h*ney fan? 
  • and you rolled your eyes because REALLY so you replied with ‘he’s my ideal type, are you jealous?’
  • to which minhyuk replied: OH SICK BURN JOOHEON REST IN PEACE
  • you and jooheon both passing out at the library instead of studying until you get kicked out for taking up space and end up cuddled in each others arms in his dorm complaining about how college is hard and you should have both stayed kids instead LOL 
  • whenever jooheon overdoes it,,,,which he does a lot he stays up literally three nights in a row to work on a song,,,,,you have to come over and distract him with kisses
  • at some points you even have to sit in his lap and just use one hand to turn off the computer monitor and the other hand to go up jooheon’s shirt 
  • and he whines about the song he was working on but the whines turn into low moans soon enough and yes now you’ve got his attention (-;
  • but his friends are all super thankful to you because fINALLY jooheon isn’t torturing himself with accounting
  • you guys literally shred all of his homework once he officially switches majors. you also wanted to do a ritual burning of his textbooks but you were like wait no let’s sell them instead
  • jooheon: good idea. you’re so smart. i love you so much,,,,,
  • also not to mention but jooheon is the sweetest boyfriend he’ll buy you flowers randomly and give them to you after class
  • or he’ll do small gestures that actually mean a lot like he knows you forget your charger so he buys one that fits your phone to carry with him,,,,,,bought you a plush bee and was like you’re my bumblebee and im you’re honey!~~~~~
  • does horribly cringe worthy aegyo to get you to pay attention to him when you’re on your phone
  • but you still think it’s cute because you end up giving in and smothering him in kisses
  • you go to movie club with him once and instead of watching the movie you cuddle and try to throw popcorn into jooheon’s mouth and everyone is like ahEM PDA
  • and you’re like yes pda? i love my boyfriend????
  • you explain to jooheon what pulp fiction is really about and he’s like oh ,,,,,,my god
  • you share earphones whenever you guys take the train together,,,,,it’s really cute,,,,,,,
  • you both did fail your microeconomics final like you predicted,,,,,,,,but it was ok because it was microeconomics that brought you two together,,,,,
  • but you two also totally ripped the final apart in anger and then made out for a good half hour to cope,,,,,,,,LOL

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[I’m not as happy with this as I wish I was when I first imagined writing this and that kind of bums me out. I’ve thought about re-writing it but just wanted to get something up for you guys. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m not happy with this - I’m just not. I hope you all like it though!]


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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Eight)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

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A/N: The song used in this fic is called “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine if anyone’s curious/wants to listen to it while reading this! Enjoy!

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“So what do you guys want to do next? Facials, manicures, some gossiping about Reggie Mantle’s latest fling?”

“Kevin, no.” Betty groaned. “The last thing I want to hear about is Reggie’s sex life.”

You laughed and turned back to Betty’s little trinkets, checking them out. Girls night was being hosted at Betty’s house and you were having a great time so far. You, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were listening to music and just chatting mindlessly about things like school and the dance.

“Oh, I love this song!” Veronica exclaimed.

Before you could ask what song it was, it flooded through the speakers.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You froze. It was your and Kevin’s song. The song that was playing when the both of you got together. Your first kiss. Your first dance.

Your mind felt burned out. You were sick of all this research. Why couldn’t you and your brothers and Kevin go on a vacation? One vacation. That’s all you were asking for. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Kevin was on the opposite side of you, trying to translate the tablet. Some upbeat pop music was playing quietly from the radio. All of a sudden, a slow song came on the radio.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You paid no attention to it. Kevin however, looked up at you for a second, then to the radio, then back down to the tablet again. Should he or shouldn’t he? After toying with it for thirty seconds, he took a deep breath and got up and walked to your side.

Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

You looked up from your book at him and Kevin held out his palm. You looked at it for a second before a hint of a smile came on your face and you placed your hand on his. Kevin smirked as you got up.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?

He placed one hand on your hip and kept his other in yours. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you started to sway, slowly at first. Then the slow song picked up the beat just a bit and Kevin spun you around and smiled.

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue

You giggled as you spun and came back into contact with Kevin. The two of you continued to dance, every once in a while smiling or chuckling at your movements. By the song’s upcoming conclusion, the beat had considerably slowed down and the both of you swayed very slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes.

American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

The song hit the final note and you and Kevin both leaned into each other at the same time, kissing each other softly. You finally broke the kiss and you looked at each other, trying to figure out the other’s reaction. Then at the same time, the two of you broke out into smiles and softly chuckled. You wrapped your arms around Kevin’s neck while Kevin snaked his arms around your waist. You rested your head on Kevin’s shoulder while Kevin rested his head on the side of your head. You both closed your eyes and continued to sway gently to the music that wasn’t even slow now. You were lost in your own world, not wanting this moment to end.

“Y/N?” Betty asked from behind you. “Are you okay?”

You gripped the table so hard your knuckles turned white.

All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys

“Um, can you guys turn that off please?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady and your tears at bay.

Kevin quickly turned the song off and the three of them looked at you. Veronica slowly walked over to you.

“Y/N…” Veronica said, gently putting a hand on your arm. “Are you alright?”

You flinched at the touch and turned around to face the three other teens.

“I gotta go,” you said, quickly wiping a fallen tear away, hoping the teens wouldn’t notice.

They did.

“Um, thank you for having me over, Betty. Bye.” You quickly said before all but running out of the house.

You didn’t notice the photo that fell out of your jacket pocket.

“Wait, Y/N!” Betty called, but you were already downstairs.

The teens heard the front door close and Veronica and Kevin ran to the window, peeking out of it. You ran until you got to the end of the driveway, stopping. You ran a hand through your H/C locks, breathing heavily.

“Who gets PTSD from a song?” Kevin asked.

Veronica glared at him.

“What?” he asked innocently.

They turned back to you. You shoved your hands in your plaid jacket pockets and walked off down the street, beginning your journey to Pop’s.

“Hey guys?” Betty asked.

Kevin and Veronica turned to the blonde who picked up the fallen photograph.

“You need to see this.”

All you wanted was a milkshake to go. You would walk home and then lock yourself up in your room until Monday morning. You could try to convince Sam and Dean that you were sick on Monday to prevent going to school for one more day, but you knew they wouldn’t believe you. As you walked into Pop’s with those things on your mind, they instantly faded away once you saw Jughead sitting in his usual booth typing away on his computer. Seemingly feeling your gaze, Jughead looked up at you and smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back as you made your way over to the raven-haired teen, sitting across from him.

“Hey there, Ms. Winchester.” he said.

“Mr. Jones.” you said back as you stole a couple of Jughead’s fries.

“What brings you to this fine establishment at these hours?” he asked as he looked down at his laptop again. “Weren’t you supposed to have a girls night with Veronica or something?”

You froze, forcing the fries down your throat as you swallowed them.

“I was, but stuff came up. So I left.” you mumbled.

Jughead looked up at you at your change of tone and closed his laptop, giving you his full attention.

“Something happen?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“Not really. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s kinda stupid.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Not particularly.” you said weakly.

Jughead nodded again.

“Fair enough,” he said as he sat back in his seat. “I know how it feels when someone pressures you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about. So I’ll back off.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Jughead. I appreciate it.”

Jughead smirked at you again.

“However… For the dance…” he began. “I do need to know where you live. I’d like to pick you up.”

The smile fell off your face.

“D-Do you?” you asked. “I mean… don’t people just meet each other there?”

Jughead chuckled.

“Not if they have dates they don’t.”

The smile came back to your face.

“So this’ll be a date, huh?” you joked.

Jughead blushed and looked down.

“If you want it to be.” he said shyly.

You beamed.

“Of course, Juggie,” you said.

He looked up at you again with that soft smile you loved so much. You took a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll tell you where I live then,” you began. “I’m staying at the—”

“Incoming.” Jughead interrupted, looking at something behind you.

You frowned.

“What?” you asked as you turned around.

Your eyes widened as you saw Veronica walking towards you, something in her hand.

“Ronnie.”

“Y/N,” she began, eyes darting between you and Jughead nervously. “Um, here. It fell out of your pocket when you left Betty’s.”

She handed you the object and Jughead craned his neck to see what it was. You felt your breath leave your body as you realized what it was. It was the photo of Lily from when she was three months old.

“Great,” you croaked. “Thanks.”

You wanted to put the photo away as quickly as you could but you found yourself unable to stop staring at your daughter and her little smile. It had been four months since you had gotten that picture. You wondered how big she was now. What she could be doing. Could she sit up yet? Roll over? Crawl?

“What’s her name?” Veronica asked tentatively.

You looked up at her, ready to deny knowing anything about the baby in the picture but stopped once you saw her face. Veronica Lodge wasn’t dumb. She had put together all the pieces. She knew who Lily was.

“That’s none of your business.” you snapped as you got up, shoving the photo into your pocket.

“Y/N—”

“I said, it’s none of your business, Veronica!” you yelled as you exited your booth.

The diner quieted down and everyone looked at you. You turned around, ready to leave when you felt someone gently grab your arm. You stopped, looking back. Jughead looked up at you worriedly, his hand gently enclosed around your arm. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Y/N…” he said softly.

You couldn’t take it. He had figured it out too. Lily may have had Kevin’s smile and hair color, but she looked exactly like you otherwise.

You quickly pulled your arm from Jughead’s grip, running out of Pop’s as fast as you could. Even with your lungs burning and your legs feeling like they would give out at any second, you continued to run, your chest heaving. After running for God knows how long, you came to a stop, falling to your knees. All the emotions that you had kept bottled up for the last few months hit you at full speed and you finally allowed yourself to cry. As you cried, you weren’t sure if you could stop. Or even if you wanted to.

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A/N: Y’all know how I love my angst. :) Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Oh, and for anyone confused with dates, the reader was gone for eleven months in total (seven for the remainder of her pregnancy and four in order to get back in shape), and she’s been back for three. That makes Lily seven months old. Hope this clears up any confusion!

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Stiles Smut~ My Shirt

Word Count~ 2605
Rating~ R - NSFW - NOT APPROPRIATE
Warnings~  Uh, smut and language
Pairings~ Stiles x Female Reader
A/N~ Hey lovelies, this is my first smut, so I’m sorry if it’s not good. D= Please give me feedback! It would be great. This is kind of just like a ‘hey I’m back’ kind of thing. I’ll be trying to put up at least one thing a night, but school is just a pain. It’s spring break right now so, I should have some stuff out. I don’t know. JUST ENJOY PLEASE! 
Request~  Anonymous said: 
17, 22, 35, and 44 please with Stiles Stilinski and make it smutty!!

P.S. I couldn’t fit the last one in. I didn’t know how to add it.

“does that feel good”
“don’t call me ‘princess’, asshole”
“is that my shirt”
“I’m not that flexible”


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It’s My Job- Lin x Reader

I’m not putting any warnings, because if period talk bothers you, you need to be educated on the female body. 

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You were laying on the bed cramping when the bedroom door opened. Your husband of six years rushed into the room, barely looking up until he saw you still in bed.

“Morning, (Y/N). You feeling okay?” His hair fell against his shoulders, slightly wavy from where his hair band had been the night before. Stubble adorned his cheeks, and the ever-present bags under his eyes were a light purple. He stripped off the t-shirt he wore to bed and tossed it in the hamper before crawling over the bed to you.

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Finn Balor - I’ll Be Waiting.

Finn Balor -  Finn is super nervous about his return but also excited, his girl tries to calm him down. After he wins the match you two celebrate in your own special way.

- Warnings - None really. Swearing.

Word Count - 1,686 words.

Requested by: @nickysmum1909

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You sat down on the cute, bohemian looking tables outside yours and Finn’s favourite coffee house, the Florida heat bearing down on your skin as Finn carried out your iced coffees much to your delight.

As soon as Finn sat next to you he began to discuss on his impending return with you, rambling on about how he’d return, what gear he’d where and most importantly when he’d make his return; going into detail about all the little things. As you continually listened to his enthusiastic chatter, that happiness you felt gradually turned to utter sadness knowing how desperately he wanted to step foot in that ring once again; but also knowing that single moment was a mere 2 months away.

“Finn, Babe, look right now you need to stop thinking about your return ‘cos you get all upset when you realise you still have time to wait and I really hate seeing you like that.” You muttered, taking a refreshing sip of your drink.

Finn’s eyes seemed to gaze at you as if you were crazy or something; as if you had absolutely no clue what you were going on about. “No, no Y/N, I think that day’s gonna be a whole lot soon-”

The far too familiar jingle from your phone ultimately drove your attention to the name displayed on the screen rather than your boyfriend who struggled to finish his words before you unseemingly cut him off. “Oh shit… I’m so sorry Finn, I completely forgot that I’m supposed to pick Sasha up before Raw and she lives like 2 hours away. I really need to take this call and go baby. Is that alright?” Your words escaped your lips in a mad flurry as you came to an instant realisation of how late you were truly running. Looking up from the bright glare of your phone into the blinding rays of the sun, you noticed Finn’s features droop in disappointment.

“We literally just order drinks and food,” Finn questioned you, pressing the slightly sweated palm of his hand against his forehead. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Just finish your food and I’ll pay for mine. Do whatever you want, I’ll be back later on.” You rose from your chair, flipping the pair of sunglasses rested on your head over your eyes which not only was an effective function of shielding Floridas overly sunny climate from your eyes, yet somewhat dimmed your vision from seeing the intense glare written on your boyfriends face right now. “And when I get home I’m all yours, you can call the shots baby.” You muttered whilst placing a light peck on the side of his cheek. Picking up your bag you were quick to leave- the last thing you wanted to see was his beautiful face being all mopey; something you’d seen far too frequently in the process of his healing.


After the long journey- nothing short of being packed with traffic you arrived to pick up Sasha; `The Boss` entering your overly messy car to be seated next to you. Much like the journey there, your travels to the arena were drawn to multiple halts with it being stopped at the endless red lights or being stuck on a one way street behind an elderly driver (and you thought you drove with caution)… Well, I guess it could’ve been worse, you could’ve been stuck alone driving through the crowded streets of nearby towns and cities with no form of entertainment… that’s if you don’t include the ever so slightly broken stereo stuck on some 80’s disco song.

“So…” Sasha began, rolling up the window as the slight harsher winds of Atlanta seeped through the gap between the window. “How’s Finn doing?”

An intense rush of memories seemed to surge into your head all at once, momentarily leaving you in a daze as the answer to that particular question you were asked multiple times in the past few months was on a replay in your mind. “Erm, sorry” You stuttered, lightly shaking your head out of its trance. Your eyes solely fixated on the restless road ahead, it seemed almost impossible to concentrate on finding the words to explain what basically at this point is unexplainable- how Finn is truly doing. “It’s just hard you know? Some days are just easier than the one before. I guess it just hurts, knowing most days I’m off doing what he loves to do- what he can’t do… 3 months ago when he injured his shoulder he was the lowest of low but he got better, well I thought he did. He just doesn’t stop talking about his return and I never know what to say to him.” You choked on your words at certain times; the fact Finn still had 2 months to go was enough to send your high spirits into depletion.

“Well isn’t it a good thing he’s now thinking about his return?” Sasha questioned. Obviously it’s nice to know he’s excited about going back to doing what he does best but honestly, the way you see him after he’s finished speaking- well he’s just left a man with a passion he can’t continue to pursue for a while…

A faint sigh escaped your lips. “I just really don’t know what to say to him anymore. I’ve tried so hard to point out to him that he’s just making himself upset whenever he talks about it. Like it’s constant with him; he talks about it in the shower, eating dinner, in the car- heck he even talked about it during sex…” To be completely honest, the list seemed endless these days.

“Woah woah there…” Sasha began, an eyebrow raised in clear bewilderment. “Let’s just not reflect on that. My point is that he’s just never not talking about wrestling, especially in the past few days.” You huffed.

~ 5 hours later ~

In just 5 hours you’d travelled, been glammed up and faced one of the toughest matches you’d had in a long while. Now, it was time to rest and to tell the complete truth, there was one match left on the card so all you wanted to do was sleep. Stripping from your curve fitting ring gear into grey joggers and one of the many Finn Balor t-shirts you owned, you then made your way to one of the spare rooms to meet the other women before taking a seat on the sofa and immediately resting your head on the arm. It wasn’t soon before you reached a soft doze- it seemed the only thing that kept you awake for the previously minutes was the girls congratulating you on your win; after that stopped, you were gone.

The perfect idea of sleep for you was deep… deep enough to not hear the constant giggling of the others and the faint sound of your boyfriend’s theme song… Your eyes twitched as you felt a flurry of pinches and slaps upon both your arms and legs. “Guys can you not play Finn’s music this loud like I have a headache.” You groaned, shifting your legs before more slaps were placed upon them.

“Oh my god Y/N, seriously look at the fucking tv!” Alicia practically screamed in your ear causing your head to dart towards the corner of the room. Your eyes visibly widened and every single nerve in your body seemed to tense up as you laid eyes upon your boyfriend bracing the screens once again with his badass attitude… and abs.

“Holy… Guys, I swear you better not be showing me an old recording right now.” You blurted out, tears welling in your eyes. Watching him wrestle now was different, however; move after move, kick after kick was placed upon the vulnerable shoulder area leaving you wincing every single time.

Still, Finn could pick up the win and it was clear as day to know, Finn had never been happier in his life.

You darted to the gorilla area; mind set on holding your boyfriend tightly in his moment of gratitude. “Finn!” You squealed jumping to wrap your arms around him as he took a step through the curtain. “Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me you were cleared!?”

“I did try earlier… you had to leave so I couldn’t finish,” Finn smirked whilst rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping clear the tears of joy that welled in your eyes. “Well, the fact is, I still call the shots so let’s get back as soon as possible.”

Once the long, dreaded journey back was dealt with; you rushed into your home sliding your duffel bag off your shoulder and slumping on the soft, cream sofa centered in your living room. “So I’ll go get that lego set I brought you then,” You began thinking you had that instinct of what he wanted.

“Well love I was kinda thinking of doing something else.” Finn teased, lifting his shirt over his head to reveal his perfectly chiseled six-pack. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Your emotions were sent into overdrive seeing him turn towards your bedroom. Your love for him seemed inhumane- nothing in this whole world could ever replace the feelings you had for this man. He turned the corner to enter the room dressed in nothing more than a pair of boxers, his physique on full show with his hands behind his back. “Well, you do look incredibly sexy Balor.” You winked, standing to wrap your arms around his neck to place a soft yet passionate kiss upon his lips. Your two bodies were closely connected only to be separated by something Finn was holding… looking down was where you saw it- another lego set. 

He tried so hard to contain his laughter as did you. “Damn it Finn, you can’t do that to me! You’re a right dork you know that?” You giggled profusely. 

“But I’m also yours Y/N.” Finn tugged you into his arms, holding a tight grasp on you as he rubbed circled around your back. “Now I’ll be nice… you have two options; pick wisely.”


Man who doesn’t love Finn, honestly. This was so fun to write and I finally got it done! Woo. Anyways thanks for reading! xo ~ Nikkii.

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High Heels and Blue Ties

Pairing: Dean Winchester (BusinessmanAU!) x Reader
Warnings: language 
Word Count: 2140+ 
Summary: You’re neighbors with the what most people call “the finest bachelor in town”. You work at a strip club and need rest when you get home. Sounds easy enough? Wrong, not when Dean “I just have to make the whole complex listen to my music” Winchester is your neighbor. Part 1
A/N: First part to this new fic! So many people were excited and I’m hoping I don’t disappoint anyone with the amount of excitement that was built up. Feedback is greatly appreciated in any form and tags are open. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is my first ever full length Dean Winchester (AU) fic. It is an AU so certain characteristics and backgrounds have been changed to fit this story. 

Originally posted by heart-attackles

The gentle breeze of the Nevada wind brushed your hair back as you made your way down the dusty sidewalk. The backpack on your shoulders was heavier tonight as it carried a few sets of outfits along with two pairs of heels that were in need of a cleaning. The uncomfortable pain coming from the arch of your foot made you stop a few times to roll your ankle out in hopes of relieving the pain. The news heels Crowley, your boss and owner of the club, were not the most pleasant to break in. Something you were reminded of right now as you struggled to make it to the last street to your apartment even in the flats you currently wore.

Coming off a twelve hour shift at a strip club on a Saturday night wasn’t exactly how you pictured how your life would turn out. You honestly wouldn’t have picked up another six hour shift had you not been short on money. This months rent was due and with the hospital bills you knew it was better to deal with drunk men and earn more than enough tips than to not have any at all. The money was good but the overall job could be overwhelming sometimes. Even now as you walked you could feel your eyelids get heavier with each step.

To say you were tired would be an understatement. Not only did you have to work over your schedule, you were exhausted from the lack of sleep you had gotten from the night before. The asshole next door you sadly called “neighbor” didn’t know what it meant to turn his music down. Yes, it was already twelve o’clock in the afternoon, but your sleep schedule wasn’t like anyone else’s. You needed your days to sleep in so you could work at night. Not everyone had the luck of working for their father’s business on a regular schedule. It was always a constant fight with the green eyed nuisance.

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