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Red Jamie and the White Lady AU - Part 1

Well, this is the random plot bunny I had earlier today. I really have NO idea where this is going. I’m really intrigued by it though, so we’ll all have to wait and see I suppose. Tell me if you think I should continue on with this or just let it die. Not sure how many parts it should/will have. 

I don’t think I’ve ever written anything with Geillis in it before, so I’m not sure how well it works. Let me know what y’all think!!


Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp was a practical woman - belief in fairy tales, knights in shining armor, and love everlasting just didn’t have a place in her life. Geillis Duncan, her best friend and roommate, was the complete opposite. Claire often wondered to herself how they’d become friends, with so little in common.

“I don’t believe you,” Geillis said one night, tossing her thick, blonde hair over one shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me. That has no bearing on the truth.”

Geillis’ green eyes rolled hard and she finished her glass of whiskey.

“How can you not believe in true love?”

“Because it doesn’t exist! Love is just a chemical reaction between two people who find each other visually appealing. Nothing more.”

“You mean to tell me,” Geillis said, sitting forward in her seat. “That you don’t believe your parents didn’t love each other?”

The blood drained from Claire’s naturally pale face.

“That was low and you know it.”

“Just because it still hurts doesn’t mean you should avoid it. They loved each other, didn’t they?”

“I wouldn’t know. I was too young when they both died. You know that, Geillis. Why would you bring it up?”

Her best friend, and often best source of irritation, stared at her curiously.

“There’s something about you, Claire. Always has been. Like you belong somewhere else.”

Claire grabbed Geillis’ bottle of her favorite whiskey and looked at it dramatically.

“Exactly how much was in this when you started drinking?”

“I’m not drunk! But I believe you are the product of true love, and that’s a rare thing. EVEN IF,” she said loudly to interrupt Claire’s protest. “You don’t believe in it, I do. And true love is the most powerful magic in the universe.”

With a sigh, she put the cap back on the whiskey and took her empty glass to the kitchen. They’d had this discussion before, at least a hundred times. But Claire was a practical woman. True love wasn’t practical or useful.

A small part of her, and she’d never admit this to Geillis, also believed no man had yet been worthy of her love - had she any to give. Even the one she was currently seeing was a calculated choice, not an infatuation. Frank was smart, had a successful career as a university professor, and had a good future. Herself newly finished with her medical training, she saw a comfortable future with Frank. Perhaps a child or two, once they got married. He was the practical choice, a good match of intellect and physical attraction. What else was there to look for in a man?

“You talk like you’ve felt this elusive true love before.”

“And what if I have?” Geillis asked from the depths of her room. “Would that change anything for you?”

“I can count on one fist the number of men you’ve loved, Geillis Duncan. We’ve been friends far too long for you to get away with that.”

Geillis returned to the front room dressed in her favorite baggy shirt and trousers, ready for their weekly film date.

“You cannot!”

Claire held up a fist and tried to count her fingers.

“That’s… None. Geillis, you’ve never been in love with anyone.”

“That is not true! I fall in love all the time! I LOVE love!”

“Nooo,” Claire said slowly, walking down to her own room. “You fall in lust. You bring him home, shag the hell out of him, and send him packing before the sheets have cooled.”

As she, too, dressed in her sleeping outfit, she heard Geillis snort.

“Just because I fall in love all the time doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”

“I long for the day,” Claire said, emerging as Geillis put a DVD into the player. “When you finally meet the man you’re just meant to be with. We’ll see what you say then.”

Those too-green eyes lit and glinted at her.

“You said when. Not if. When. As if you believe it could happen…”

“It could happen to you, perhaps. Not to me. I don’t have any use for those sorts of things.”

Geillis hit play on the DVD remote, but turned to face Claire on their small couch.

“What if I could prove it.”

“Hush, Geillis. The film is starting.”

After making a sound of irritation, she paused the movie and waited for Claire to look at her.

“So? What if I could prove it?”

“You can’t.”

“But if I could?”

Claire shrugged, at a loss. She had no idea what it was Geillis was getting at.

“What if you could? What do you want?”

“I want you to fall in love. That reckless, all-consuming passion. You can’t expect me to believe that beanpole you’re seeing is a good lover.”

Claire’s face, always too easy to read and too pale, flushed deep red. Geillis smiled, smelling victory.

“I’ll have you know Frank is an excellent lover. NOT that it’s any of your business.”

“Would you leave Frank if you knew there was something better out there, waiting for you? If I could prove to you that true love does exist?”

With a sigh, Claire knew they’d never get this movie properly started while Geillis was fixated on something.

If, and that’s a very BIG if, you could prove to me, without a doubt, that true love exists and I have some bloody soul mate waiting for me out there, yes. I’d leave Frank.”

A triumphant smile came to Geillis’ lips and she settled back in her seat, smug. There was no way in hell Claire would leave Frank, though. But she knew Geillis well enough by now to know that the only way to get her to stop was to give her what she wanted.

“Good. Because we’ve an appointment with a powerful psychic tomorrow.”

Claire barely contained her moan of irritation. This wouldn’t be the first time, or the last, that Geillis had dragged her to some psychic’s shop to have her palms read. The only benefit from those trips came in the form of Geillis paying for both their sessions and taking her out to lunch after.

“Besides,” Geillis said, hitting ‘play’ on the remote again. “It’s not as if Frank’s even proposed yet.”

***

Grudgingly, Claire followed her crazy best friend into a very ordinary looking shop. There were no signs or posters anywhere advertizing it as a psychic’s place of business. It didn’t really look like a shop at all, really. Claire was beginning to wonder if Geillis had set her up on a blind date. Again.

“Geillis, if you’ve-”

She stopped suddenly when she saw a large figure looming in a doorway.

“Morning, ladies. I take it you’re my first appointments?”

“Yes,” Geillis said, popping up from nowhere. “We are. I’m-”

“Please,” his deep, strong voice came. “Don’t tell me anything. It taints the reading.”

He stepped out from the shadows and Claire looked up to meet his eyes. They were a curious shade of blue, seemingly shifting in hue as she looked at them. The hair on his head was short and bright red, with a hint of a curl at the very tips. His eyes narrowed as he looked her over.

“I’ll see you first,” he announced abruptly.

Claire was about to protest and insist that Geillis had the first appointment, but he didn’t wait for her to agree. Instead, he turned and strode off into a back room, clearly expecting Claire to follow.

“Geillis you owe me,” she hissed as she rushed after him.

“Tell me everything!” Geillis called back.

The room was nothing like she expected. No crystal balls on a red velvet tablecloth, no candles or incense burning, no dim lighting or macabre art on the walls. It was quite simply, a plain sitting room. A small table had a teapot and settings for two, biscuits, and two large, comfortable looking chairs.

“Would you like some tea, Miss Beauchamp?”

Her mouth fell open, staring up at him.

“Did-”

“No,” he interrupted. “Geillis didn’t tell me anything about you. I’m not even the one that makes appointments.”

“So what are-”

She cut herself off when he offered her a cup of tea.

“You think I’m a fraud.”

Hiding her face behind the elegant cup, she tried to come up with an answer.

“That wasn’t a question, Miss Beauchamp, but a statement of fact.”

“Oh.”

“Not your first time visiting a psychic then?”

Claire’s eyes rolled.

“No.”

She was in the habit of giving out as little information as possible. That was how the others had worked, sucking information out of you until they could lie enough to convince you to believe it.

“I’m Jamie Fraser. When you’ve finished with your tea, I’ll read the leaves.”

“No crystal balls or seance?”

He shot her a wicked grin and shook his head.

“Well we’re not here to call up the dead, are we? I was given to understand you’re looking for your soulmate.”

Yet again, her mouth fell open.

“I… How did-”

“I’m very good at reading people, Miss Beauchamp. And you are quite an easy read, more so than most.”

“How in the hell do you always know what I’m about to say?!”

“Everything you think is written across your face, plain as day. As for the other things, well… Let’s just call it a family trait. My sister also has the Sight, though not as strong as mine. Her children will likely not inherit the gift, though it could still happen. How about we take a look at those leaves, hm?”

Handing the cup over, Claire fell silent and waited. Jamie got up and pulled an old book from a table in one corner, flipping through it for reference. His brows drew down in puzzlement.

“So tell me, oh seer. Am I to meet a tall, dark stranger and go on an adventure?”

“I’ve never seen leaves like this before,” he said absently, still staring at the table. “No’ in my whole life.”

She blinked in shock at the slip of an accent. Was he not an Englishman?

“I’d like to read your palm, if you don’t mind,” he said, sitting up suddenly. “It’ll be a part of your appointment. Won’t charge extra.”

“Oh, um… Alright?”

Holding her hands out, palm up, she offered them to him. He leaned over them, tracing the lines in her skin.

“This is quite unusual indeed.”

“What is?”

“I’ve never seen a lifeline forked like this. As if you’ve a big choice to make. Neither will lead to destruction, but one is clearly the better of the other.”

“Which one? What sort of choice?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer those. But I can see you’ve a strong will. Always a good thing in a woman.”

His large fingers still traced her hand, warm against hers.

“Miss Beauchamp, would you mind returning later in the week for another reading? I’ve a few things I’d like to research and ask some experts about. You’re quite a mystery and I’d like to get to the bottom of it.”

“I don’t think-”

“Please?”

Meeting those unusually blue eyes, she watched them shift and change.

“Al-alright.”

“Thank you. I’m afraid I’ve taken up yours and Geillis’ appointments and my next client will be here soon.”

Claire sighed.

“Something tells me Geillis won’t mind.”

“Have a lovely day, Miss Beauchamp.”

***

As soon as the women had left the house, Jamie slipped to the back and went up the stairs. He lived on the floor above where he met clients. Most were what anyone would expect, people seeking to remove the veil of mystery from the future. Few came looking for real answers and fewer still came and didn’t believe any of it.

But this Claire Beauchamp… He was sure they’d never met before, and yet he knew her. Knew her face, the way her tawny eyes evaluated the words he spoke. Somewhere in his mind, he knew the taste of her full lips, knew the feel of her body beneath his. He knew the sounds she made in the throes of passion, or her grunt of irritation when something didn’t work the way she hoped.

There was no other appointment after Geillis and Claire, that had been a lie. But he needed to check something, just to be sure. Throwing open the door to his library, he went straight for a shelf he’d scarcely looked at in five years.

Each leatherbound book had a date on the side. They were his dream journals, or the dreams he was sure had been visions. He hadn’t had a dream like that in some time, not since his father’s passing, but he had a niggling feeling.

Closing his eyes, he opened the book and began turning the pages without looking. He suddenly stopped, feeling that he’d reached the right place. When he looked down, his heart began to beat erratically.

Sketched on one entire page was the woman he’d just met with. Her gaze was piercing, even in a sketch, and he felt as if she was looking right at him. The dark, curling hair was wild around her, not fully contained on the page. Her lips curved with the hint of a smile, like she knew something he didn’t.

Hastily, he turned the page. Only a short passage was written on the back.

I must find her. I have dreamt of her every night for a month, in flashes. I do not know her, but I know she is my very soul. She is the only person I might love. For the White Lady born of True Love could be the only match for Red Jamie. I. Must. Find. Her.


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New Life (Sam x Daughter!Reader)

thRequest by @omg-gilliankazoo-me

Could I request a Dad!Sam x Daughter!Reader fic- you’re 17 and you’ve finally found your long lost dad, plus a bonus Uncle too :)

Pairing: Sam x daughter!reader, (Dean x niece!reader)

It was the scariest moment of your entire life. You were finally going to meet your long lost father. The man that was always supposed to be there, but never was.

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About Time

Title: About Time

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,468

Warning: Some slow burn satisfying smut

A/N: I wanted a jealous Sammy and some deliciously satisfying smut, so I wrote this! It’s a slow burn, but it’s worth it. Enjoy!!!


Pushing the door to the bar open a huge smile spread across your lips. It wasn’t every day you convinced the boys to go to a college town bar over a dive bar. Tonight was all about you. A successful vampire hunt, from start to finish, had been perfectly coordinated and executed by none other than yourself and the boys were thoroughly impressed. Hopping onto a bar stool you caught the attention of a cute bartender and got everyone a shot and a drink.

“Well,” Sam held up his shot glass. “To Y/N, the girl who’s turning into quite the badass hunter.”

“Awww, thanks boys. I’ll drink to that any night.”

Slamming your shot you grabbed the boy’s glasses and nodded towards an open pool table. Dean handed you some cash as they went to grab it before it was taken. Sliding off the bar stool you started to weave through the crowds of people.

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BTS: Reaction to their girlfriend being pregnant

Jin: As you were eating a bag of pretzels and watching Jin play Mario Kart you thought to yourself, wondering when the best time would be to tell him. As you spaced out, slowly chewing on a pretzel, you didn’t notice Jin turn the TV off until he sat on top of your feet. You looked up at him in complete silence, and before he could ask what’s wrong, you spoke.

“I’m pregnant.” You said bluntly, shocking the man in front of you. He stared at you with a loss for words. Slowly he smiled and breathlessly laughed.

“Yah, don’t mess with me.” He looked so excited, like a little boy catching his first baseball. You scrunched your nose, grabbing his hands and putting them on your tiny baby bump. How could he not notice before? He just thought you gained a little weight! 

Originally posted by taejinmin

Yoongi: He was working late in his studio again tonight, so you paid him a visit with 2 small coffees. You walked in and set the drinks down before you hugged him from behind, slowly enough so you didn’t startle him. He didn’t budge, but he smiled. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly. You turned his chair around to face you and sat on his lap, kissing his lips gently. He softly chuckled against your lips and repeated his question before kissing back.

“I have a confession.” You said with a light blush and a soft smile. He just raised an eyebrow and waited for you to continue. “I’m…” You played with his hair, something you knew made him feel relaxed. “..pregnant.” You finished, spoking in a gentle voice because you were slightly nervous to find out how he’d react. He stared at you with wide eyes, pink cheeks, and slightly parted lips. 

 “I think, I can live with that…” 

Originally posted by notjustaphase

Namjoon: Today was the day he came back to you after 3 months because of their tours. Your belly wasn’t poppin, but it was big enough to tell, so you were gonna just play it out until he realized. When the doorbell rang, you quickly opened it and jumped into the arms of a man you missed entirely too much. His hands rubbed up and down your back, and they got slower as time passed.

“(Y/N)…” He pulled back and grabbed your shoulders, looking down at your belly. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, batting your eyelashes and waiting for him to say something. “Did you gain weight?” He asked. Not that he minded, but he was shook since you were a person who was determined to get/stay in shape. 

“Joonie.” You giggled and put your hands on your hips, giving him a look. He furrowed his eyebrows, but slowly his face changed into shock and realization. He started laughing.

“Seriously? I’m gonna be a daddy??”

Originally posted by apgujeon

Hoseok: You were in the dorm with Bangtan, excluding Hobi. You were all planning together-a way to surprise Hobi. It was his birthday, and also the day he’d learn he’d become a father. There were many cute ideas that came across, but some of them required more time-something you didn’t have enough of.

After the best birthday party of his life he brought you into his room, locking the door as he hotly kissed you and backed you up towards the bed. His hands made their way to the hem of your shirt and he pulled it off. As he looked down, getting ready to praise your body as he always does, he tensed up. He looked at the paint on your tummy that said, “Baby on board!” Taehyung helped you write it out. He looked at your face with big eyes and a huge smile. 

“Nuh-uh…” He couldn’t believe it. When you confirmed it with a nod, he started screaming and jumping around. He ran out of the room and into the main area, dancing around in front of all the others out of excitement. “I’m gonna be a father, I’ gonna be a father” he sang proudly.

Originally posted by helendrv

Jimin: Never have you been so scared in your whole life. You were in the middle of a very heated argument with your boyfriend Jimin. You felt like he was gonna leave you all alone, holding his baby. This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell him, but you feared if you didn’t tell him, you’d lose him.

“Jiminie I’m pregnant.” You said through your tears, putting your hands on your slightly bigger stomach. He snapped his head towards you with an angry glare, but slowly a smile grew on his face.

“Baby, is that why you’ve been so moody..?” He slowly walked towards you and put his hands over yours. “Ok, let’s talk this out…” he spoke in a more gentle voice now after he understood why you were acting so weird. He couldn’t be angry with you now.

Originally posted by minspink

Taehyung: You and Taehyung were trying for a baby the past couple of years. You knew how upset he was because he wanted a baby more than anything, but he would act like everything was ok. But just last today you found out you were pregnant. After the past few days of experiencing morning sickness you decided to get a pregnancy test. Immediately you drove to BigHit, and walked right into their dance room. 

You sat down behind Taehyung’s sitting body. He was stretching after the long day of practicing dances. You hugged him from behind, and he smiled big. “Hey pretty lady.” He leaned his head back and kissed your lips gently. “What are you doing here?” He questioned and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Tae I found out something really cool. Wanna hear?” You ran your free hand through his damp hair, being used to him being all sweaty. You’d have full on make-out sessions after a concert or practice, so you didn’t mind the sweat by now.

“What is it?” He hummed and looked at you through the mirror.

“We’re having a baby.” You said with the biggest smile. Quickly, he turned around to face you, grabbing your hands and squeezing them. You have never seen his eyes get so wide so fast. 

“Really?” He started to get all teary eyed. You just giggled and nodded, wiping his tears. He grabbed onto your cheeks and kissed you lovingly.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: You gently tapped your fingers on your small baby bump. You were a little sad, since Jungkook left the apartment looking sad. He knew you were sick, so he made you stay home instead of going to his concert tonight. But he didn’t know WHY you were sick. When he came home, you had a little surprise for him laid out, and you slept in your shared room.

“Mmm Chinese…” He saw Chinese take out food left on the counter with a fortune cookie on top of the box. Being the rebel he is, he ate the cookie first. He hummed happily as he chewed on it and read his fortune. His expression changed quickly and his heart jumped to his throat. 

The fortune read, “Your girlfriend is pregnant.” He quickly-not thinking of food anymore-ran to your room. He sighed when he saw you sleeping on your side in nothing but underwear. You were facing him so he glanced at your tummy. Sure enough he saw a small unfamiliar bump. He knew your body quite well, and that wasn’t there a week or 2 ago. He sat on the bed next to you and ran his fingers through your hair, softly chuckling. 

“Parents…” He tried to stop his smiling but he couldn’t. He never really thought too much about having kids until now-now he was thinking of scenarios and names for both boys and girls. He didn’t realize how loud he was being during his mini fanboy session until he woke you up. “I’m sor-” before he could apologize you grabbed his collar and pulled him into a sweet kiss.

“It’s ok daddy…”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Achluophobia: Monday

Title: Achluophobia: Monday, Part 4 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Summary: Mulder and Scully are called on to investigate a possible haunting.
Notes: Final chapter!  Phew.  If you prefer Ao3, this story will be posted in full there by tonight. Link is in my header/bio.  Again, thank you to @bohoartist for all of her beta and support while writing this.  She was crucial to me finishing this, and was a constant source of support. Also, ½ of the multimedia is because of her.  And thank you to my baeta @kateyes224 for all the love and making my writing is the best it can be.

Friday, Part 1

Saturday, Part 2

Sunday, Part 3


DOMBROWSKI RESIDENCE
MONDAY

Lindsey is unusually somber in the morning, laying in bed until well past breakfast, refusing to come out of her room.  She doesn’t budge when Claire taps on the door, or when she sneaks in quietly, doing her best to not create a scene.  These days Claire’s unsure of the best way to proceed with her daughter, seeing as the simplest of things can set her off, so she walks on eggshells and prays for the best.  

It wasn’t always like this.  She remembers what it was like when they were able to communicate, when they were able to talk openly about whatever was on their minds.  It was only a few weeks ago that they would discuss her daughter’s life over morning coffee, making plans for college applications and guessing which football player was next on Rosie’s boyfriend list.  She sighs to herself, wishing for the days when life was easier.  Wishing for the days when her daughter wasn’t a complete stranger.

She tiptoes across the floor and seats herself at the edge of her daughter’s bed.  “Come on sweetheart, you need to get up.  It’s after 10.”

Lindsey keeps her eyes closed.  “Don’t want to.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Claire asks as she places her hand on her daughter’s forehead.  “It doesn’t feel like you’re running a fever.”

She sighs as Lindsey continues to lay still, motionless.  

“Lindsey, you can’t stay in bed all day.  It’s your last day off before school tomorrow.  Don’t you have any homework?”

“I finished it,” she replies simply.

Claire remains seated for another moment, then leans forward and presses a kiss to her cheek.  “Alright,” she says softly as she walks to the door.  She turns before walking out and adds, “I’ll come back and check on you in a little while.  You rest.”

Lindsey doesn’t respond.

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Anon: What do you think JM is referring to in the last minute of vlive? When they talked about games, JM said he was quite good at something last year, and JK said yes with his head. And then that look… My heart stopped during that scene, I actually stopped and watched again to be sure.. I was freaking out at JM looking at JK. He’s staring into JK’s eyes so intensely.. Omg, what do you think? I’m sure Kook/min is real. I need your analysis.. You’re my Kook/min bible! You know everything about them! ❤

Anon: the way jimin said he was good at it (gaming) a year ago, and the way jungkook just nodded his head and the way jimin stared at him for more response and jungkook stared back, just makes me wonder if they made bet, and jungkook lost… like jimin said if i win u give me a kiss because jimin is always asking for kisses… y does my mind work like this…

Who knows what happened last year or what all that meant. But regardless, they have no excuse for the stare. And JK getting aggravated when their little staring session was interrupted? Yeah… He was really into it.

Anon: Sajeonnnnnn, I love youuuuuu Soooo, Jimin can just casually enter Kook’s hotel room to tell him to be quiet … Does he have the key? How did he get the key? I’m confused (but maybe not because perhaps his hubby gave it to him)

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Thanks! ♡  Well, I’m not saying that Jimin did have the key but… Only they would knowㅋㅋ

Anon: dat sexual tension so thick i almost want a slice for supper

It sure as hell left me feeling full.

Preview | An Oath For Sinners.

// If I do not have this whole third part posted within the next three days, you all have every right to scream at me. Au revoir.

Your flatmate, Ahn Heeyeon, begins to catch on by Wednesday.

“Stop staring at that banana like you’re about to suck it off,” she rebukes under her breath when you both do the weekly grocery shop down at the supermarket, shoving you with her shoulder in hopes of shaking that pointed, widened stare of your’s away from the phallic fruit. “God, you’re looking at it like you don’t get ten penises in your mouth every week in the first place. Are you suddenly not getting great customer revenue at your job anymore?”

That makes you cringe a little, drawing your attention away from the bundles of bananas. “Who, in this day and age, still calls it a penis?”

Heeyeon stares flatly at you from behind her giant, black-wire reading glasses, like Harry Potter but cuter. “Biology students do,” she loops an arm through your own and starts dragging you away from the fruit and vegetable section before your eyes happen to land on the eggplants or the cucumbers, “for example, me.”

“Maybe that’s why you’re not getting laid,” you say in that matter-of-fact tone she absolutely despises, yet she still raises an eyebrow in question while you continue on, “because you’re seductively whispering into some poor guy’s ear: I want your big, fat penis in and around my mouth.”

At that, she dumps her basket full of produce at your feet with a clatter that turns too many surrounding heads, ultimately hearing her blunt proclamation of, “I’m going to go find where this place stocks the bleach and drink a gallon of it right then and there. Fucking bye.”

Dance

@gettinjoyful said:  So this drabble challenge…Can I have 100 with Crowley?
Prompt: “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
Warnings: Nudity. Drabble

Originally posted by howtobesupernatural

You opened the door with a towel wrapped around your body, praying that the Winchesters were still out, so ou could change in peace.

Turning on the lights, you yelped in surprise when Crowley’s figure appeared in front of you with a rose in his hand. 

“Dammit, Crowley.” You put your hand over your chest. “You scared me”

He looked at you with an eyebrow arched. 

“Well, I was trying to surprise you, but it looks like you are the one surprising me.” He pointed. 

You looked around. He had prepared the room with some candles and rosed all over the floor. 

“I imagined you’d want to dance.” 

You stared at him in surprise. You were together for short awhile, and you were still not used to his love gestures. 

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” You chuckled. 

Crowley smirked, licking his lips. 

“Well, we could do this… “ He snapped his fingers, and you gelt your towel drop and his own clothes were gone. “And dance naked.” 

You smirked. 

“Okay then.”

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When You Look Like That 

by hrrytomlinson (16k)

Published : 2017-02-13

“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.

Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

HOW YOUR SUICIDE WILL AFFECT OTHERS.

When I was 16 I swallowed 3 bottles of extra strength pills in my school bathroom because I simply didn’t want to live anymore and I was tired, just so very tired. I couldn’t walk down the halls without being stared at and talked about because the school football team posted things about me online and eventually the rest of the bystanders joined in the harassment. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about, I’m here to talk about how the aftermath of your suicide will affect others in a way that you would never understand. Because you thought no one cared, but they did. So, here’s my story.
 I will never forget the look on my parents faces when they had to sit back and watch their little girl almost die from uncontrollable seizures. They had tear stained eyes and puffy cheeks. But what fucks me up the most was seeing my dad cry. I’ve only ever seen my dad cry twice. The first time was at his mothers funeral, and the second time was when I tried to end my life.
One of the responding fire fighters was a coach from one of my sport teams. And for a fearless man who ran into burning homes as a job, he couldn’t move from the corner of the room because the successful athlete he watched grow up was dying in front of his eyes.
My 2 best friends experienced the hardest part. They were the ones who found my limp unconscious body slouched up against the bathroom stall. They were the ones who had to be physically torn from my side because they didn’t want to let go of my hand. And to this day, they still have nightmares about that morning like it was yesterday.
A girl from my school who had also tried to take her own life earlier in the year showed up at hospital bed and gave me the biggest hug. She cried as she tried to explain how great life is, that image is still stuck in my head.

You see, it’s not about how many people will give a shit if you die. It’s about the ones who would, and how bad it would fuck them up for the rest of their lives. People care, and they always will. Suicide isn’t the cure to sadness. 

I hate those nights when you just lay in bed crying. And you’ll stare at your phone, looking through it trying to find something that’s gonna cheer you up. Because you’re so sick of crying.

But the nights that I hate the most… Are the ones when you cry, and cry, and cry, and keep crying until you get choked up.

You get so choked up that you can’t even breathe.

Yet, even after all the messy crying. You’re left with a pain in your chest, and there’s this fire in you.

There’s a rage that’s inside, so even after all the crying.

The feeling is still there.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #17 // @loveactivist

I like to think that if Harry Potter had a snake it would be this one and it would sit around his neck all day just whispering judgemental things or gossip he hears. It would also be the one to notice the look on Draco’s face when Harry isn’t looking, because who’s worried about a snake noticing things?
In class:
Snake: The Malfoy boy is looking at you that way again.
Harry: What way?
Snake: Like he can’t decide whether to kiss you or kill you.
Harry: I doubt that. (Harry gets up to get something)
Snake: Now he’s staring at your bum.
Harry: (turns red and tries to ignore the snake)

Red

I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry

Red.

It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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Parallels

Originally posted by donewithjeon

 Taehyung x Reader

soulmate au, angst, sort of historical au?

 5.1K words

If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that the purpose or your existence was to love Kim Taehyung, and his was to love you. Throughout countless lifetimes the two of you have longed for each other, but just like parallel lines, though your souls always seemed to be travelling in the same direction, it was impossible that they could ever meet and become one.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the Fallen series which I read when I was like 12 lmao


You were no longer sure who, or where, you had been the very first time you laid your eyes on Kim Taehyung.

So many lifetimes blurred together into one, your existence was so scattered throughout time you had begun to lose track of it.  But in each life, no matter who you were, regardless of whether you lived a life of luxury or one of extreme poverty, he was always there. Your existences were irreversibly intertwined.

You didn’t know why. You didn’t know how. You had no clue if there were others in the world who lived through multiple existences, or if any of them remembered each individual life the way you did. In no life had you ever dared ask, for fear of sounding crazy or being whisked away to the closest asylum.

In some lives you were close to him. In a few, you even grew up as childhood friends. You remembered those lives more clearly than most. One in particular that you remembered with a shocking clarity was England in the 1600s. Your family lived on and ran a small farm out in a tiny rural village. It had been a tough life, getting up at the brink of dawn every morning and not returning from the fields until the sun finally dropped behind the earth, but the hard work paid off and there was always a sufficient amount of food. You could still feel the wonderful sensation of the cool, crisp early morning air against your skin, even now.

Taehyung’s family had owned a bakery and every morning, just as you set out to work the fields, his mother would send him round to deliver bread in exchange for milk.

Even from a young age, you’d felt the pull towards him, that feeling which was now so painfully familiar. He was like a magnet, he could only be resisted for so long before you had no choice but to give in.

For some reason, you’d thought in that life that perhaps things would be different, perhaps it wouldn’t end in the same fashion that all the others had. You were no longer sure what had caused you to think this, maybe getting to spend so long by his side had lured you into a false sense of safeness. You weren’t as foolish now as you had been then. You’d learnt the hard way that there were never any exceptions.

You still dreamt about that life sometimes. You dreamt about the way the long honey coloured strands of wheat matched his eyes and the sound of his laughter getting caught between trees in the nearby forest as you played together. But more vividly, you were haunted by the shy, gentle first touch of your lips to his, you were tormented by that fleeting moment of happiness that had existed just before everything crumbled away to dust.

In other lives, however, Kim Taehyung was painfully out of reach. One of you would be of a much higher status than the other, meaning any attraction you felt was forbidden. You could recall a few lives where you ended up being born into a wealthy family and Taehyung had been employed by your family in some way. He had once been a gardener, and another time a cook, and you were fairly sure he had also been a stable boy at some point. But you hated those lives the most. Any interaction with him was dialled down to a minimum and it made your chest ache awfully. Those lives were made of nothing but longing glances and sad smiles.

Kim Taehyung never seemed to remember you. Unlike you, he seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that he had lived hundreds of times before, and that you had been present in each and every one of those existences.

Needless to say, it was heartbreaking to look into the eyes of the man you’d loved for centuries and for him to have absolutely no clue who you were. But it was even more heartbreaking to watch as he fell hopelessly in love with you. The dreadful cycle was doomed to repeat over and over, possibly for eternity.

Because the two of you could never be together.

In every life, without fail, the first kiss with Kim Taehyung was also always the last. You’d spent so many days and nights in complete anguish, wondering why the two of you had been cursed with such a cruel fate.

Because after every first kiss with Kim Taehyung, your body would burst into flames.

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BTS reaction to seeing you naked for the first time

Jin:

Jin would blush when he saw you naked. He would be kinda embarrassed, but he’d just stare with his mouth open. He’d move a bit closer, give you a passionate kiss and whisper “You’re so beautiful….” in your ear as he ran his hands down your back.

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Yoongi:

He would bite his lip and look you over slowly. Yoongi would be surprised to come home to see you like that, but he most certainly wouldn’t mind. He’d give a small smirk and bite your neck. “I’ve been waiting to see your beautiful body like this…” he’d growl.

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Hobi:

He would smirk and get as close to you as he could. “Wow… you’re amazing…” he’d whisper. Hoseok would run his hands over every bit of skin he could then go trace over the trial his hands left with his tongue. “Let’s have some fun tonight, babe.” He’d grumble lowly in your ear.

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Namjoon:

He would go from being all smiley to daddy in a matter of seconds. Namjoon’s eyes would turn dark as he saw you laying before him naked. He’d bite his lip, then lick over them. “All this for me, baby girl? I’ve been waiting to see your smooth skin for a while now.”

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Jimin:

This boy would have the biggest eyes when he saw you. Jimin would be extremely surprise to see you like this. He would come over to you, slowly stroke your cheek and smile. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this, princess? That’s what matters to me.” He’d tell you. But you knew better. You saw how much he wanted you in his eyes, but he still put you before himself.

Originally posted by h-farah01

Taehyung:

Tae would turn pretty red when he saw you, but quickly be right up on you. He’d have you pressed gently against the wall as he kissed all over your body. “You’re so soft… so delicate…. so gorgeous…” he’d say as he pressed you against his body, then leading you into the bedroom.

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

Jungkook:

He would also be pretty embarrassed to see you so venerable. Jungkook would be pretty sweet once he first saw you, but as you continued, he would get more comfortable. He’d get a bit more dominate. “How did I get so lucky to have such an amazing girl like you? ” he’d say as he kissed all over your chest, working his way down.

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I Was Wondering - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader 

Request: I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.

WARNINGS: Fluff


“You look ridiculous in those shorts”

“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”

He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”

I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes. 

“You’re still driving me home right?”

“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”

I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.

“You can never take a car to serious miss.”

“Yeah whatever auto boy”

“Don’t ever say that again please”

We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks. 

“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.

“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.

“Hey Jeff” I smile.

“What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”

“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.

As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball. 

“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”

As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.

“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.

“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.

“It’s that obvious huh?”

“Very much so” I laugh.

“What are you guys talking about up there?”

I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.

“Hello,earth to y/l/n”

“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”

He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.

“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”

“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”

“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”

When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming. 

“Oh.”

“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”

I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.

“Okay, yeah why not.”


Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.

“So-”

“So-”

We laugh and he looks down at me.

“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.

“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?” 

“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”

I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come. 

“Well that’s honest of you.”

“Why thank you miss.”

He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere. 

“Shit, its coming down hard!”

I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away. 

“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked. 

“Ye-yeah okay!”

We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house. 

“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.

“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”

“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.

“Y/n”

“Yeah”

“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.

“So ask me.”

“Will you go out with me?”

I don’t even have to think to know my answer.

“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.

“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.

Hair, Sex, and Make-up

Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k


Originally posted by officialwookkibby



“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”

“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.

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