i struggle to find a scene where he has his mouth shut

can’t get you close enough

Originally posted by sassywiinchesters

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M (18+ only please)
Warnings: Smut, angst, harsh language, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. (I wrote this in, like, a half hour. Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors!)
Summary: After a hunt goes wrong, you and Dean fight. Switches POV between Dean and the reader.

The car ride back to the bunker is silent. 

You’re practically vibrating with anger, your leg bouncing restlessly as you stare at the scenery flying past the windows. Sam keeps glancing at you warily, but you don’t meet his eyes. He’s too understanding, too aware of the other feelings that are playing a role in your anger. 

The hunt went bad. It happens, occasionally. No one died, and you ended up ganking the ghost that was haunting a family north of Lebanon. You have a few scrapes and scratches, but it was worth it, when you were able to save a little boy and girl and get them safely back to their parents.

Dean didn’t agree. Sure, you saw the relief in his eyes when the whole thing was over, but it wasn’t long until he tore into you. You were angry at him, and embarrassed. He didn’t even wait until you were out of earshot of the Hughes family before he started telling you you acted like an amateur. 

When you finally pull into the garage at the bunker, you’re out the door of the Impala practically before Dean puts it into park. 

He says your name as he opens the driver’s side door, and you take a deep breath, trying not to fly off the handle. “Dean, don’t.” You shake your head. “I am so fucking mad at you right now and I really don’t want to say anything I’m gonna regret later.” 

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So, I totally dreamt about Destiel going canon last night.

I think in part because what Kathryn said at the con, which people are still trying to figure out what she could mean that wouldn’t involve Destiel, but are coming up with nothing. Then again, what the show seems to thinks would make majority of people happy (while make some others unhappy), as opposed to what would make majority of fandom happy (while making a few unhappy) has a while margin of error as far as not matching up.

Which I know, but my brain apparently wasn’t having that.

So in the dream, I am watching Supernatural, and didn’t realize I was dreaming until the end when I woke up because “This is too good to be true”.

Backstory on the things that I knew had happened leading up to this scene: Mary and Mick both left the BMOL, Mick now working with the Winchesters and basically using everything he knows to help improve the American MOL with the Winchesters.

Due to their inability and desperation to find Kelly (now that they know Lucifer is free and in a stable vessel- thanks, Crowley), the Winchesters basically trap and capture a demon, then torture it to talk, since they know for a fact, demons would also be scrambling for Lucifer’s baby, while not falling under Lucifer’s control again, because literally, first opportunity, he was Camp God again last season, so the demons are wanting a new ruler, to be raised by one of the Princes of Hell.

Kelly, of course, trusts the demons at this point, because they are the only ones going out of their way to protect her and her unborn child, and even dying for her, while angels and hunters are out to get her. Under torture, the demon finally admits that the demons have Kelly at a lake beach house and are planning to kill her as soon as her son is born for part of a ritual to ensure the child’s soul is tainted and dark from birth, since parentage actually has nothing to do with whether or not a Nephilim would be evil.

So, Dean, Sam, Mary, Mick, and Cas all set out on a rescue mission at this point, because Kelly is getting very close to giving birth- like within 24hrs. They set out on a night mission to take the demons by surprise, since they won’t be expecting them. In the demons paranoia, though, they specifically chose the beach property for the fact that they only have to guard three directions, and the body of water wide open to a wall of windows protects itself, where as the other three sides are surrounded by woods.

So you have the Winchesters creeping forward through the trees and brush, silently taking out any demons sentries they see, while Mick and Castiel are coming forward on the other side of the house doing the same.

When they manage to make it from the trees to the sand of the yard without incident, save for Mick and Cas still aren’t there,  they’re actually optimistic they can do this. Kelly is safe so long as the baby lives within her, and they had to have taken out probably half the demons not standing guard near the steps or on the porch, which can be easily seen in the light of the full moon and clear sky. After all of this getting so screwed up to this point, trying to hunt a victim and an innocent baby, Lucifer going free and currently planning to launch some sort of major assault, they’re glad they have the opportunity to maybe fix some of it, right here, right now, undo their past mistakes and also not give Lucifer what he wants.

Except, as they step out into the sandy yard, the demons near the house all smile, and then start to retreat in the house, closing window shutters and basically barricading the place while more demons come from the lake view side of the house and from out of the trees they’d just come through, and the Winchesters realize this entire thing was a trap set for them.

Intense and desperate fight scene in the yard with just three of the five team members all fighting hard and dirty because of how very outnumbered and caught by surprise they are. To which they win, but only just, Sam pulling himself up off the sand, wiping blood from his face and cradling bruised if not cracked ribs, while Mary and Dean both finish off their last opponents. Dean moving to check on his brother, while Mary finishes hers off, all of them trying to catch their breath as the final body hits the ground, until more people come running through the trees. Their eyes all go wide, and Mary turns at the sound, angel blade in hand, ready for a second wave of demons, plunging her sword forward- straight into Castiel, whose eyes go wide in stunned pain, hair a mess, and sporting various cuts and scrapes from his and Mick’s own fight with the demons, when they realized it was a trap as well.

Mary’s hand flies free of the blade handle, backing away just as a frantic Dean shoots forward, “No, no, no! Cas!” “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see-” Dean grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and helping ease him down to sit against a wood pile. Cas pulls a bloody hand away from the sword protruding from his body, panicked expression turning to Dean as he struggles to breath, both of them knowing full well as soon as the sword is pulled out, Cas will instantly die, though he’s dead already.

Mick wipes a hand over his mouth in horror, and Mary is still apologizing, and Dean holds out a hand, cutting her off.

“We still have to save Kelly. You three get in there. I’ll follow. I just-” He looks down at the sword, then looks to Castiel, as Mick gathers Mary and the three of them dash toward the house as the clock ticks down. They can hear Kelly crying out with labor pains from inside. When Dean looks at Cas, a question in his eyes, hand hovering near the sword, Cas frantically nods his agreement, hands curling in Dean’s coat as he braces himself.

Dean swallows and nods, pained and torn, but knowing nothing is going to change what’s happening, and there is no last minute miracle to be had here.

Their heads are bent close together, and he whispers, “Okay, on three. One, two-”

And Cas tenses, a sudden panicked moment of ‘Oh God, don’t blame yourself for this, it wasn’t your fault-’ as he blindly jerks his head up, screwing his eyes shut and pressing him mouth to Dean’s ‘-I love you’, only barely catching the corner of his mouth, just as Dean yanks the sword out in a blinding flash of light, 

Then the light fades, and we see both Dean and Cas still holding onto each other with their heads down and eyes clamped shut, which suddenly pop open, Dean’s in pain, knowing what he’ll see, and Cas in shock and confusion he’s still alive, both of them staring wide-eyed at each other not sure what just happened or how, and literally both of them looking back and forth for a half-second where Cas’ wings should be across the sand, then back at each other, still not understanding.

“You okay?” Dean asks, voice shaky and unnerved.

Cas looks just as shaken. “I-I think?” he manages, startled silent as Dean quickly presses his mouth fully to Castiel’s.

Pulling back, Dean lowers his head on a shaky, heaved sigh. “Thank you, Chuck.” Then he’s handing Cas his weapon, and taking the one he just pulled out of him, still stained in Cas’ blood, before pulling him to his feet. “C’mon. We still have to go save Kelly and her baby.”

And then the two of them dart forward across the sandy yard and toward the house where the first sounds of a fight have begun, and Cas keeps to himself the fact that while he’s physically fine, he knows something is different about him, though he doesn’t have time to confirm, but he thinks- he thinks- he may be human now, with a silent understanding from Chuck of This is the last time I’ll do this.

…And then I woke up.

Can I please write for the show now??????

More Than That (Pt. 2)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

[Warning]: a tiny bit of language 

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A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series! There will be some confrontation between Greg and Steve in this part and it’s gonna be juicy!

Pt. 1 |

Originally posted by cptxrogers

Steve pushed you against the wall and stared down at you hard. You tried to break the gaze but it was to difficult. You were able to look away for a second but when you met his gaze again, you could see a fiery passion burning behind those baby blue eyes of his.

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Movie idea: two women are stressing over coming out to their family.

One is a woman pushing 50. She’s never been out, scared everyone will be mad and hate her, but tired of living in the closet. Her children are grown, her father (and judgment he would have had) is gone, it’s time. She currently doesn’t have anyone, and her ex-husband is the only person that knows, but she reaches out to her friend group first for support and they set her up on a series of awkward blind dates. There’s a nice moment where she comes out to her mother and her moms like “wow I thought I’d be in a coffin before you were out of that closet.”

The other is a girl in her twenties who went away for college. She grew away from her family (two sisters, one brother - all gone to a state school) and her whole world looks different than what she grew up in. She’s got a pretty good text-message relationship with her dad. But her girlfriend of several years just dumped her. She’s devastated and looking for a change. She goes home, but it’s clear she’s going to have to commit to coming out to them if she’s gonna make this town her home again.

Her sisters and brother find out first (or they already knew, maybe a mix of the two, or maybe baby brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut and our heroine gets to smack him a little.) They are cool with it, of course, because this is a happy movie, and at some point she runs into a high school friend and she has that Adult Gay Realization that “oh those feelings weren’t friendship feelings oh that explains some things” thing. Her sister’s are LIVING. High school crush probably has a brother that dates one of the sisters. Maybe that het couple are getting married. Idk.

Anyway, about this time we learn they are mother and daughter. And we learn they’ve never really connected. Love each other, sure, but never really had a deep relationship. Of course they haven’t, they haven’t opened up to each other, they’ve kept something back.

Of course the ex-husband/father know the ex-wife/daughter are not straight. And he can’t say anything to the other. Or to his other kids who don’t know yet. Basically it’s killing him. His new wife thinks it’s adorable. She’s got kids of her own too. They are that late in life second relationship kind of couple.

I just made a decision that mom has a sister who is stereotypical Wine/Weed Aunt. Never married. Her life is her sisters kids and traveling. Straight, but eh she wouldn’t say no to new things kinda lady in her 50s. She and the daughter always got together before this whole movie started. They bros.

So when mom comes out to Wine Aunt, Wine Aunts like “SWEET” and is the rock it takes for mom to go to pride (where she meets one of her blind dates again and it becomes a thing.

By this point though, okay, by the time the pride parade happens, Everyone Knows about Everyone except mom doesn’t know about daughter and daughter doesn’t know about mom so this whole family is running around trying to keep mom and daughter from running into each other at the parade but simultaneously being supportive of the other family member without them knowing. Of everyone in their family, each other was their biggest worry in coming out to, so they want to do it ~right~ and there are ~plans~ and everyone knows this and is trying to help. It’s a wild good time.

There’s a subplot where dad’s step-son comes out as gay and kinda blows daughter’s thunder for half a scene and the new wife takes a minute to adjust and Dad is like. Listen if this is a problem we need to deal with it right now because if it’s a problem then we’ve got a problem. But it’s only a minute and all is good.


Mom and daughter come out to each other at the same time, but they are so caught up in what’s happening to themselves to realize what happened. They both come out, understand that the other is happy for them, while somehow missing that the other came out to them. One of those “two different conversations” shticks.

Family groans again. The journey is not over.

But at this point all I know is the dad is named “Harold” and mom is played by Jodi Foster and daughter is played by Kristen Stewart. Everyone has a happy ending, there’s two love stories in there: one with the mom having the life for the first time, the other with the daughter rediscovering a high school relationship. But ultimately the real relationship focus would be the mother/daughter relationship that has been struggling but then finds footing in that they are both into ladies. And the absolute fear in the realization you have the same taste in women. Feel free to cast everyone else as you see fit.

Collision Course

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Non-linear storyline

Word count: 1,129


Guilt is a heavy thing.

Hooked and clawed and caught in the circulatory loop of blood from Draco’s heart to his lungs. All aching capillaries and ribbon-torn arteries, glass shards buried in Draco’s palms.

It’s insurmountable as he passes through the Hogwarts gates. Sees what he imagines the muggles who come poking around might see - an abandoned castle. Replete with smoke scarred wood and disintegrating bricks, blood strewn across courtyard stones and great columns that have now collapsed. Bereft of only an ominous ‘Keep Out’ sign, though he thinks that might not be far off.

Draco’s wand is clutched in a white knuckled hand as he digresses from the delineated path. Enters into the variegated shadows and dampened mist of the Forbidden Forrest and follows the coordinates written in blotted, under duress ink - because Potter’s wand had clattered across the floor and Draco’s wand had been pressed to the warm skin beneath Potter’s chin.

 His confession is the vial of veritaserum tucked into Draco’s jacket pocket.

He fancies that it just might be felix felicis instead.

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After a particularly difficult 23 hours working in the hospital, Clarke is haunted by the thought that she could lose the people that she has grown to love. It takes some persuasion for her to realise that loving people so much is not a weakness, and that instead of pushing them away she must cherish their time together.

Clarke learns that her love for her family is a blessing.

part of a hand to hold onto

8k words, 1/1.

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The hospital dorm is dim, despite the blazing sun outside. Flimsy curtains have been drawn across the two small windows and a slither of light seeps in through the cracked doorway, but otherwise the room is quiet and dark, filled only with the restless tossing of doctors trying to catch a moment of sleep in the carnage of the day. Clarke sits on the edge of a bed, perching precariously. Her hair is ratted, hanging half out of the sensible bun she put it in so many hours ago and falling around her face in strands matted with sweat and tears. Her face feels stiff and clammy, her scrubs pungent with sweat and blood. Elbows on her knees, her whole posture is curled over on itself, as if trying to protect her soul from the heaviness that hangs around her shoulder. Her hands are lightly clasped, but that doesn’t stop them trembling.

She hears the door swing open above her, but doesn’t look up until the mattress beside her tips gently. A hand rests on her knee, stilling the shaking and she draws her head up to blink at Wells in the darkness.

“Hey,” Her friend tries for a weak smile but she can read the exhaustion in the lines of his face, etched into the bags beneath his eyes. “Thought you were going home.”

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Roommates pt3

Mature, otherwise enjoy!

“Open the damn door idiot!” 

You yell at him to open the door. Your hands were filled with very heavy groceries. He opens the door too see you struggling. You huff out and push the two bags in front of him. 

“Help me please?” 

“After you call me an idiot? No way.” 

Justin moves out of the way, signalling you with his arms to the kitchen. 

“It’s really heavy!” You groan out. 

Justin sees and finally just gives in. He easily holds the bags and brings them on the counter. 

“Did you get the cereal I wanted?”

 Justin digs through the bags to find his favourite colourful cereal. 

“This means i don’t have to pay you back for lunch yesterday right?” You half joke out. 


“By the way, did you pay the bills this last month? They haven’t came yet.” 

“Yeah. is that a problem?” 

“Where did you get the money from? I mean you don’t work or anything, student allowance isn’t that much is it?” 


Justin has been receiving more than enough money from his dad back at home. School wasn’t that expensive, he had quite a lot of leftover money. The bieber family was quite lucky to be exact, their dad’s was the CEO of a very large company. Over the last years money has been quite easy for them to make. 

“They must love their precious son.”

You glance back at Justin as you put away the groceries. He ignores your teasing comment. 

“Can you finish up, I need to take a shower. I feel so gross.”

While showering, you still can’t believe justin would help you finanically.

You suddenly hear a sudden knock at your bathroom door.


“I need a big favour!” 

“Yeah, go on.” 

“Can my friend come over?!” 


You walk out, freshly showered, in a tank top and shorts and plop yourself on the bed. 

“Come out Y/N!”

You hear justin yelling your name to come out. I mean you were quite older than those young college kids. 3 years? Its been 5 years since you went school. You never went uni, you didn’t know anything about ‘homework’ anymore. 

“Hurry up!” 

You sigh out, wrapping yourself up in a robe as you feel your sleeping attire was not appropriate. You walk out to spot three different people in your home. You want to kill Justin as he said ‘friend’ and not ‘friends.’ Justin waves you to come over, 

“Sit.” You see a familiar face. 

This was the guy you were dancing with at the club a while back.

“Y/N!” he screams out, “AYE!”

You wrinkle your eyebrows at him. 

“Khail, Za and Kendall.” 

You wave a little hi, acting like a nervous turtle. 

“Stop being a weirdo. We’re playing a drinking game.” 

widen your eyes, drinking game? These kids were not legal to drink yet. 

“We’re both 21.” Khalil indicates to him, Za and kendall. 


You were only on your 2nd bottle. 

“I need to pee.” 

You rush your way to the toilet. 

“I think you should stop now.” 

Justin seriously tells his friends to stop. They had been refilling your drink, making you think you aren’t drinking much but in reality you were on your 7th bottle. 

“Why. She looks like she needs to chillax.” Za jokes out. 

You jump back out, this time without your robe. Feeling giggly and you seat down beside Justin. 

Your head really hurt now, you plop your head on Justin’s leg, holding out your cards in front of your head. 

“I can see you cards.” 

“Stop looking then.” 

“I can see your underwear.” Za points out as a joke. 

Your head slams up, knocking up Justin’s chin in the process. 

“Ow. Fucking hell Y/N.” 

Justin clutches his jaw, his eyes shut in pain. You cover your mouth at what you just did. 

“I’m so sorry.” Justin gets up and walks away from the scene. 

“Haha-we’ll just go now. See ya Y/N,” Khail nods as the others began to get up. 

You quickly turn around, “oh bye! Wait are you ok to drive?” 

“Dont worry about us, worry about pretty boy over there,” he smirks.

After they had left, you go on to check on Justin. 

“Are you ok?” you ask him.

you stand beside as he lies down with his arms wrapped around his eyes. 

“Dont wear that again.” 


“Those fucking shorts. They are so fucking short ok?” 

“these arent short..” you look down at your pj shorts.

They must’ve risen up, you thought. Fine, next time you’ll cover up when you’re in front of his friends. 

“They are, they don’t even look like shorts. Cover up.” 

Sure they were a little short but justin had no right to tell you off like this, it’s the 21st century, i could wear whatever i want. 

“Whatever.” you wave him off. 

“I’m serious Y/N.” 

He was started to sound like an old man, he was starting to sound like Andrew. 

“You’re my not boyfriend. Dont tell me what to do” 

You turn around to see Justin look up at you before his eyes flicked back down to your bare legs. He suddenly grabs your thighs with his large hands and drag you forwards. 

“These,” he indicates to your legs, “are mine.” 

Before you could say anything, he places a gentle kiss on your upper inside of your right legs. Justin could help himself. Even his friends all notice how thirsty Justin was, just not Y/N. Justin tried to hold off the entire night, but now he could not hold off any longer. Justin glances to find your eyes solely following his every move. This made him more confident to go further. 

He quickly switches positions and sits down on the bed. He traps your body between his legs with his large hands secured around your back thighs. He leans down to place kisses down your inner thighs. You squirm under his touch, the sensation going straight to your lower stomach. 

“Can I?” 

He points to your bed shorts, asking for permission to let them go. 


Your voice is quite, scared maybe. He pulls them off your hips, them falling straight down your legs. You’re now left in your lace panties and cami. He suddenly latches his mouth over your heat. Despite taking you by surprise, you encourage him more but pushing his down a bit more, thrusting your hips up. 

“More.” you breathe out. 

With this Justin chucks you down onto the bed. He hovers over, staring into your face. 

“Kiss me.” 

He doesn’t think twice and moves his soft lips against yours. He slips his tongue in, furthering the kiss. You pull away. You stare down at him, still in full clothing. 

“Take this off.” 

He quickly moves back to remove his black hoodie, in the process, his white t shirt rises up a bit, you get a glimpse of his tone abs and a tattoo you’ve never seen before. There was a small bird on his lower hip. He moves his attention back to you. 

“This too.” 

He doesn’t hesitate. With his upper body now bare, you reach your hands over his inked body. He watches you. 

“These are mine.” You tease him with his words. 

He gulps down, your fingertips a little too close to his south. You smiled as you see him a little nervous. You thought he was ‘experienced’ as you heard many rumors about him being a playboy. You kind of wanted to test him now. 

You move down and touch his manhood. He lowly groans out. You watch him take his bottom lip between his teeth. Wow, this was quite hot. This made you feel more confident, not scared anymore, maybe a little motivation as well. Now you really want to show Justin a good time. 

“Take these off.” 

Justin was about to, but he notices you still had your tank top was still on and also notices how you were enjoying this a little too much. He rips it apart, literally. Before you could tell him off for ripping your shirt, he want down your bra, exposing your soft nipples. 

He latches down on your left nipple, pulling at it. You moan out, the pleasure rising up faster than before. You were so sensitive, not having any action in the last month or two. 

“Stop fucking teasing me Y/N.” 

He kisses down your stomach, closing his way down to your dripping womanhood. You rise up your hips, wanting him to eat you out already. He glances down to see you’ve already made a wet patch. Too even aroused to be embarrassed, you reach down and touch yourself, letting out a moan of relief. 

Justin yanks your wrist away and quickly inserts a single finger in. Before having anytime to stretch, he begins moving his large digit in a steady pace. You shut your eyes closed, the pleasure so amazing, knocking the breath out of you. Your grip the bedsheets tightly and take your bottom lip between your teeth. Justin watches you enjoying the pleasure. He seemed to enjoy it more than you. You were so captivating, his eyes were taking everything, but mostly your expression. 

He reaches down and pulls at his pants, quickly pulling them past his hips. He pulls his shaft out, hard and red, liquid already visible. He groans deeply as he wraps his hand around himself.

 “Ugh, fuck-” He suddenly opens his eyes to see your mouth around shaft. He was too into pleasuring himself, he totally forgot about you. He finally realises his finger had already stopped moving. You grab his finger and bring it to your mouth, licking around his finger, lasting yourself. You tasted salty, a little bitter. You scrunch up your face. Justin looks at your, totally drowned at how freaky you were. 

“You’re fucking driving me crazy.” You smirk at him. 

“So good.” you say as you spread your legs out for him. 

He twitches at the sight of your legs spreaded for him, your core open for his lustful eyes. You wanted him as much as he did. You just wanted him to hurry. Justin seemed to be struggling more than you thought. Wasn’t this a playboy, you were dealing with? 

You glance down to his shaft. He was rock solid and his tip was red, almost swollen. Your mouth watered at the sight. 

“C’mon, show me a good time.” you encourage him, hoping he’ll fuck you already.

He alligines himself at your heat. He plunges in. He feels your tight walls around him. 

“Holy shit. So tight.” 

You glance up to him biting his lip so hard, it looked as if it was about to bleed. 

“Are you ok?” he spits out, choking on how much the pleasure was for him. 


He starts off slow. You feel him while, stretching your walls so wide, almost like a rubber band. He was definitely bigger than Andrew’s. You almost cry out, not really expected him to slam into you. He continues to plunge into you. 

The pit in your lower stomach rising very quickly. Both of you let out loud pants, not being able to let out any words. 

“Y/N.” he barely lets out, “I’m there. Fuck.”

 Justin wonders if you’re close to, he doesn’t want to spill too soon but with the fact your walls were so good around his shaft, it almost impossible hold back. He suddenly reach between your sweaty bodies and rubs at your sensitive bud, wanting to bring you closer. You moan out, the pleasure being too much, Justin’s rubbing and the pace he was moving his shaft in you made you let go suddenly. You grasp the bedsheets, your mouth in a ‘o’. 

“Fuck-f-fuck” Justin curses out loud.

Justin feels you clench tightly around his member, causing it to be the final straw as he spills his seed into you. Your eyes are still shut as you try to recover from your orgasm. Justin collaspes his sweaty body against yours. You open your eyes wide. 

“Justin!” you attempt to move his sticky body away from him. 

He rolls on the side. He opens his eyes at you. He gently pecks your bare shoulder. He wanted to stay like this forever. 

“I’m gonna go clean up.” 

Justin pouts at this. 

“Lets shower together!” you roll your eyes at his comment. 

“Have fun cleaning yourself.”

Safe at Last (Part 1):

(Originally called Feysand Fic Part 1)

Okay guys, so the fanfic I’ve been working on is finally here! I have posted it in parts and also on AO3 for your convenience. As said in my earlier post I’m tagging everyone who liked the old post and was interested in the fanfic:

@sparkleywonderful​   @bookieworm​   @ggabiushca​   @deargeny13




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Feyre has escaped Tamlin for the second time but this time, no one in the Night Court is aware of what happens. Feyre is depending on the bond to bring Rhysand to her.

I wanted to see a short fic where Rhysand takes care of a weak Feyre and I know that that was like his entire role in ACOMAF but I wanted a scene where Feyre would have nothing but adoration for him and allow him to fuss over her. So here goes nothing…

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Midnight Masquerade - Part 3

Originally posted by my-eccentric-mind

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Vampire! AU

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask? 

Pairing: Reader X BTS

Word count: 2075 (Longer than the previous parts c:)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, biting, some swearing from time to time.

(A/N: A good friend of mine helped me work out the plot for this story, so I’m kinda excited to share with you guys! Enjoy! c:)

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10


Tears began to spill from your eyes, rolling down your face in quick succession, as it dawned on you; your best friend, your only friend, was well and truly dead.

Your heart seemed to halt in your chest, your chest constricting until it hurt to breathe. Once the first tear brimmed over, the rest followed in an unbroken stream, staining your dress as they sank into the fabric. Your lips parted as if to scream, but no sound came, instead leaving you standing in the midst of the people, looking like a gaping fish. Your hands began to tremble and shake, as you forced yourself to glance down at the corpse lying in front of you, your once best friend looking strangely at peace, despite her eyes having rolled back in her head, the blood drained entirely from her face. Your legs seemed to be frozen to the floor, leaving you fixed in place.

Tearing your eyes from the body, you looked up at the people surrounding her, devilish smirks fixed on their faces as they hungrily stared down at the corpse. On a closer look, you noticed what looked like fangs slowly being to protrude from their teeth, their tongues flicking out to drag across their lower lips. Your eyes involuntarily dragged back to the body, the sight of the small stream of blood dripping from her neck causing an unfamiliar feeling to stir in your chest.

“I have to get away. If they did that to Mina, what the fuck would they do to me?” You whispered to yourself, your eyes scrunching up tight, as you tried to eject the thought from  your mind. At this point, you had started to suspect that this cryptic invite Mina had received wasn’t actually from her “distant aunt”, the thought making your blood run cold as you wondered just what you were doing here. Some of the “people” - though you weren’t sure you could even call them that anymore - peered up at you, their eyebrows furrowing in both curiosity and confusion, yet looking away after a few seconds. You wondered why they simply sat there, why didn’t they attack you? What even were these people, cannibals? But that couldn’t be it, what human has fangs coming out of their teeth? Their skin wasn’t even that of normal human beings, it was unnaturally pale. Pale to the extent where it was almost marble-like, void of any flaws or scars.

Your legs finally freed themselves, carrying you somewhere, anywhere away from the disaster scene in front of you. You struggled to run, your long dress trailing on the cold floor, tripping you up on more than one occasion. Huffing in frustration, you grabbed a clump of fabric, lifting up your dress, finally allowing you to get away faster, snaking through the masses of people. Stopping in front of a door, you exhaled, pushing the handle, the door swinging open.

Peering inside, you spotted a man standing in the corner, looking over a sheet of paper, a frown curling downwards on his face. His jet black hair fell over his face, as he impatiently brushed his fringe out of his eyes. He looked up, hearing the shuffling of footsteps by the door as you stepped in, the door slamming shut behind you, making you jump a little. Looking directly at you, the frown on his face further deepened, as he set the piece of paper down onto a nearby table, his eyes scrunching up as he studied you carefully.

“Who are you?” He asked, taking a step in your direction. You opened your mouth to speak, but the same sparkle that you’d seen from the other two… people you’d met appeared in his eyes, causing the words to get stuck in your throat.

“I asked a question.” The stranger raised his eyebrows in anticipation, his arms crossed as he stared at you in dismay. Once again, you opened your mouth to answer, but once again, the words caught in your throat, leaving you speechless.

“What are you, a fish? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled darkly, taking another few steps in your direction, as you backed up, until your back hit the door, leaving you nowhere to run. Your heart picked up in pace again, as you found yourself only a few inches away from the stranger, heat rising to your face, your cheeks flushing pink. At the sight of your flushed skin, his face contorted into a confused expression, his eyes slowly darkening. Your face flushed even brighter as he leaned in even closer, his warm breath blowing onto your neck, making your skin tingle in response.

“Maybe the question I should be asking isn’t who are you… but what are you?” The man murmured into your ear, his eyes becoming darker and darker by the minute. His arms pressed against the door on either side of you, blocking you from escaping or getting away. You mentally slapped yourself for being so passive, but no matter what you did, your body remained frozen in place, your limbs seemingly glued to the door behind you. “You’re not one of us… are you?” He’d asked menacingly, his rough voice tickling your ears.

Your eyes widened, your pupils dilating as you watched a set of fangs slowly protruding from his mouth, gulping as you noticed just how sharp the pointed end was. Shutting your eyes tight in anticipation, you whimpered as you felt something sharp and needle-like piercing the soft skin of your neck. The man sank his teeth into your flesh, not entirely, but just enough to draw blood, trickling down your neck. You felt an odd sort of tugging at your neck, beginning to feel slightly faint. A feeling of slight anger began to stir in your chest, and so you pressed your arms to his chest and shoved as hard you could, wincing as the fangs practically tore out of your flesh. You pulled down on the door handle, not looking back even once, instead wanting nothing but to get out of this nightmare, running out as fast as your legs could carry you. You tried your best to ignore the spinning feeling stirring in your head, squinting as you searched for any possible exits. Stumbling forward, you headed towards another door which was slightly ajar, allowing you to peer in, looking directly at what looked like a hidden hallway of some kind. You sighed, sliding through into what was may have been your last chance to escape.


Yoongi lay against the wall, wincing as his spine ached from the impact. What human had that much strength? Brushing his dark hair out of his eyes, his eyes darted around, looking for any sign of you. Gently touching his tooth, he glanced down at the speck of blood on his finger, the ravenous feeling in the pit of his stomach stirring once again. He flicked his tongue over his fingertip, relishing in the sweet taste of your blood, his eyes rolling back in his head in ecstasy.

His eyes clouded over, his mind focused on nothing but the thought of you and the taste of your sweet, sweet red liquid. No human’s blood could even contest with yours, your blood becoming almost like a drug to him. He wanted more. He needed more. He had to find you.


You slowly moved through the hallway, looking around at the deep red wallpaper that decorated the walls. Touching your neck, you winced at the pain that continued to course through, your mind casting back to the incident in the small room. Who was that man? And why was there a strange feeling of familiarity nagging at the back of your mind?

You sighed, wishing you had never agreed to go with Mina to this place. Your best friend was now dead, gone, never to come back, and you were left with no way to get home, becoming fainter by the minute as blood continued to seep out of your wound. Ripping your mask off, you threw it on the ground in frustration, tears bubbling up rapidly as you stared at the damned thing.

“You know what, no, now is not the time to cry, now is the time to get out of here,” you mumbled to yourself, taking deep breathes in an attempt to calm yourself. Your eyes wandered over the intricate designs on the walls, halting when you noticed a small drawing of two stick-men in the corner, that could only have been done by a kid.

“Huh?” You crouched down by the wall, your fingers brushing over the drawing. Something about that drawing was strangely familiar, a sense of nostalgia almost washing over you, as a distant memory popped into your head, a memory that didn’t even seem like it belonged to you.

“Faster!” The kid squealed, running down the hallway. You laughed, your hair flying out behind you as you ran after him, running as fast as your small legs could carry you. “The adults are going to find us if you don’t run!” The kid hung back, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you forward, as the two of you ran down that very hallway, fast approaching the door at the end.

“Help me up, (Y/N),” the kid demanded, as you struggled to lift him up so he could just about reach the handle of the tall door, pushing it open. The both of you cheered in victory, pushing the door further so you could slip outside, strolling into the forest behind the gigantic house.

Taking his hand in yours, the kid looked at you, a gummy smile forming on his face as his jet black hair fell into his eyes, causing you to giggle as he pouted. You brushed the hair away for him, pecking him sweetly on the forehead, before running off into the forest again, squealing as the kid ran after you.

“Yah! Come back here!” He exclaimed, laughing as he chased you.

“What…?” Your mind finally came back to the present, as you blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the situation. Peering down the hallway, you saw the same tall door lying at the end of the hallway. That was your way out. Your chance to get out of this hell, this nightmare you were living.

Hitching up your dress, you half-ran, half-walked down, desperate to get out, despite the growing pain in your head. Pressing your hand to the cold handle, you pushed down, and sure enough, the door opened, swinging open to reveal the same forest. Stepping out, and pushing the door shut behind you, you looked around, surveying the scene. At this point, you were feeling dangerously faint, the running having worsened your condition.

“Ugh, fuck,” you cursed, clutching your head, yet vowing to find a way home. Walking to the left, you squinted, noticing what looked like a road of some sort. “This has got to get me out of this place,” you mumbled, trudging towards the ‘road’, your vision slowly and gradually beginning to fade as your head began to spin. Stumbling out onto the side of the road, you saw a car approaching in the distance, weakly waving your arm to signal it to stop. The car approached nearer and nearer, and yet you grew fainter and fainter until your legs buckled beneath you, making you fall to the floor, the world suddenly going black.


“Where could she have gotten to?” Yoongi scanned the large ballroom, his eyes searching among the mass of people for you. “She can’t have gone too far, right?” He mumbled to himself, a frown etched onto his face. His stomach rumbled deeply, the feeling of hunger never leaving him once. That wasn’t the only reason he had to find you again, however.

There was something about you, something so familiar yet so distant about your eyes, that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. His eyes would come to a stop on the door to the hallway, the door ever so slightly ajar. Something drew him to head towards the door, a pull he couldn’t explain. Pushing the door gently, he stepped in, the familiar sight greeting him. He looked around, searching for any signs that you went this way.

Noticing an object lying on the ground, his curiosity piqued, walking closer until he realised it was a mask; the very mask you had been wearing. Examining it closer, the scent of you sent his senses into overload, as he clutched it tightly in his hand, vowing to work out; who is she?

The Best Birthday Present - Kino (M)

•Requested: Sub!Kino

A/N: Omg I was supposed to finish and post this on the 27th T^T well… Happy Belated Birthday to Kino! 

Man sub Kino makes me so weak I was dying writing this let me live anon. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it >.>

-Admin Kay

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

Pairing: Kino x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 1,849

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BBRae Week 2017 - Unorthodox Sleeping Arrangements

“Well this is a bit…unorthodox.” A women with light gray skin, long, deep-violet hair, and dressed in long silk pants and a matching silk button nightshirt, turned in the king-sized to face her husband.

“Definitely not how I imagined this night to go.” Her husband agreed as he too turned onto his side in order to face her. He was a forest-green from head-to-toe, and wore only his boxer shorts and an old nightshirt.

The two lovers had tried to celebrate their 10th anniversary the way most couples do. By sharing a fancy meal at an expensive restaurant, enjoying a romantic stroll through the city’s park, and ending the evening hidden under the covers of their bed, commencing their love for one another, both mentally and physically. The first two parts went off without a hitch. They went to their favorite Japanese restaurant, where they shared various sushi rolls and some fried ice cream. Then they had their romantic walk-through-the-park, where they ran into an older man playing a saxophone. They took the rare opportunity to stay and dance to the soft jazz music that older man created. Once the musician played his last note, the couple dropped a generous amount of cash into the open instrument case lying at the man’s feet, and then they continued their walk towards home.

They walked as far as the park trail would lead them, before the women used her dark magic to swallow them completely, and spit them out on the beach of the island they called home. The man made a tempting notion to attempt the last part of their plan in the warm ocean water, but the women favored going inside the tower behind them and checking on their little bundles of joy before ending their night. The couple was expecting a dark and quite tower, with their children and their children’s sitters all fast asleep. So imagine their surprise to enter the common room with every member of their team-in-training struggling to silence two screaming five-year-olds.

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Behind The Scenes 3 (15.5/???)

Author’s note: Okay, I’m going back to the regular story again. One of these days i really have to figure out how long this is going to be. You guys are close to catching up what I am writing already. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Angst

Word count: 3521

City: Manila (Day 3 continued and beginning of day 4)

Summary: Just when y/n find a way to avoid the Jungkook topic with Jimin, something else blows in her face.

WARNINGS: small mention of suicidal thoughts.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


After the small laugh, things quickly got awkward again and silence hung heavy in the room. By now you were seated at the small desk and Jimin was sitting at the edge of his bed looking down at his phone, thinking of what to talk about.

“So um…” Jimin’s voice quickly faded.


“Nah, nevermind.” He said, but you could tell he really wanted to say something.

“Jimin you know you could tell me anything.” You reassured him. “Boy, look at me being a hypocrite.” You thought.

He scrunched his face up. A part of him still didn’t want to bring the topic up.

“C’mon Jimin just tell me.” You really wanted anything to just end the awkward silence.

“Fine… but don’t get mad…”

“I won’t.”



“Ok… I was gonna bring up the kiss between you and Jungkook back in Fukuoka… I know it’s stupid, but I got a bit jealous… Ok, I got really jealous.” He admitted.

“Shit!” you thought. Now you felt like you were on the sun and your entire body was on fire. You felt a thousand times worse now. “I’m such a piece of shit! What kind of friend am I?!? I’m making him hurt more than he has to. I should tell him! No! I shouldn’t tell him! Is there a point to tell him?!? If I tell him, he’ll probably hate me. But would he really hate me though? Yes, he would! I’m betraying him!” you tried to calm yourself down. You were quiet for too long and felt he at least deserved to know some of the truth because you knew you weren’t gonna be able to tell him the whole thing.

You avoided his gaze and your feet began to tap to release your nerves again. “Oh yeah that… about that…” you began to play with your nails. “I only did that cuz Yoongi and Aiko kept staring at us…”. This part was technically still the truth, you weren’t completely lying to him by explaining that detail.

“… Yeah. Tae told me that was probably the reason why you did it, but I don’t know, I guess I was too jealous at the time to notice it… I stared to get a bit mad cuz I thought there was something going on between you guys… Which, in hindsight, it’s stupid to do that cuz it’s not like I can change anything… But you guys aren’t dating, right?”

Sure, he said that he’d be in the wrong for being mad about you and Jungkook, but that fact that’d he was mad in the first place scared you. You knew he’d be hurt deeply if he found out.  Plus, with the way he was staring at you, with a glimmer of hope lost in a sea of uncertainty, you still couldn’t get yourself to do the right thing. “… Nope! Of course not.” You lied. “I still have feelings for Yoongi.” At least that part wasn’t a lie.

Jimin let out a sigh of relief. “So how is that whole thing working out for you?”

“Not good. Now I know how you felt about me before… I hated seeing Aiko and Yoongi together. It hurts me a lot still. I found myself hating Aiko sometimes even though she has probably been one of the nicest girls so far… I knew I shouldn’t have hated it her especially when I remembered why Yoongi even got her in the first place…”

Jimin flopped back in his bed. “Having feelings sucks!”

“I agree.”

An alarm began to go off and Jimin pulled his phone out to end the annoying sound.

“What’s that alarm for?” you asked.

“I set it for you.” Jimin sat back up. “Tae told me that after fifteen minutes he wants me to tell you to go to his room. He had said he needed to talk to you too.”

“Me? Why?”

“No idea, but he was serious about it too.”

“Oh… Then I guess I’ll go now…” you stood up and made your way to the door.

“If it’s stupid drug drama keep me out of it, if it’s any other drama, then tell me everything!”

“Ha, ok!”

You made your way to the door to leave, going off to V’s room alone.


Jungkook marched right back up to her. “What the fuck do you want?” he hissed.

She lightly placed her hand on his chest. She could feel his heart race and his breathing getting deeper. “I just want you silly.” Her arms snaked around his neck and she got on the tips of her toes to place a kiss on his lips.

He dodged her lips just in time. “Lailani.” He voice was stern already.

“I can’t forget about you Jungkook. Just one last time and no one has to find out about anything.” She whispered as seductively as she could.

She closed in for a kiss. This time he didn’t move away, but he didn’t exactly kiss back either. She knew she was going to have to kick things up a notch. Her hands gripped his shirt and guided him to the bed, placing him at the foot of the mattress.

She slid of straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall as it may. The snug material of her dress clung to her curvy hips, only her bare upper half was exposed. “Do you like what you see?”

From the look on his face, he did.

Lailani pushed him down on the bed and crawled on top of him. “Just one last fuck Jungkook. That’s all.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her body. “And you won’t tell anyone, right?” He hesitated to place his hands on her waist.

She leaned down to bring her mouth to his ear. “Not a single soul.” She whispered. Time was beginning to run out. She went in for a kiss and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Jungkook?” A weak voice called out.

Lailani let out a fake gasp as she whipped her head around to see a watery eyed Y/n standing in the room. The timing was perfect.

“Jagi!” Jungkook immediately retracted his arms. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Y/n didn’t say anything else, all she did was run out of the room.

“Baby wait!” Jungkook called out. He looked up at Lailani in anger. “Look at what you did!” He pushed her off him and ran after Y/n.

Lailani landed on the floor with a hard thud, but ignored the pain. She got right back up and grabbed V’s phone from where she last placed it to send another text, this time to Rap monster. *Ok, its done. When do I get my money?*

It took a while, but eventually he replied. *you don’t see a cent till we land in Singapore*


You tried to run down the hall, but Jungkook caught up to you before you could even pass the hotel room you shared with him.

“Wait! Please let me explain!” he begged, staying as quiet as he possible could.

You whipped around and slapped him across the face.

He looked back at you in shock. “Baby?”

“I’m not your “baby”!”

He pulled you close and tried to rest his forehead on yours, “Please don’t say that, just let me explain. Please let me explain!” He pleaded.

You tried to worm your way out of his arms, but he refused to let go. As you were in front of your room, he struggled to hold you with one arm while the other tried to get the door open. Once successful, he dragged you inside.

“Get your hands off me! Don’t touch me after you had that bitch all over you!”

He let go of you “Y/n-“

“I knew it! I knew I couldn’t fucking trust you! I’m such a fucking idiot to think you were different now!

“But I am different!” He insisted.

“No you’re not! You are still the same fuckboy you always were! So what, you just couldn’t keep it in your pants you decided to go for her instead of me?”

He took a step closer to you. “No, no! She tricked me!”

You backed away from him, accidentally bumping into the dresser. “You’re an adult Jungkook! Plus, with the kind of games you play, you’re are the last person to be tricked into sex!”

“Jagi, believe me! She- she has Tae’s phone! She was pretending to be him! Tae isn’t even back yet!”

“And she just so happened to be half naked when she let you in?!? Were you just “not able to help yourself”? Is that it?!?”

“I tried to walk out, but then she threatened to tell you that she and I slept together before. I didn’t care about that, but then she threatened to go to the tabloids. She told me that she just wanted to sleep with me and she’d keep her mouth shut.”

You shook your head at him. “Of course you weren’t gonna turn an offer like that down.” you’re tone emphasized how much you didn’t believe him.

He stayed quiet.

“You make me sick.”

“I wasn’t gonna go through with it! I was gonna stop. I didn’t even like it when she kissed me, but then you walked in! I was gonna stop!”

“That’s a bunch of bullshit! Don’t expect me to believe that crap!”

“It’s the truth!”

“Really? Then if it’s the “truth” then what are you gonna do if she goes to Tae and “lies” that you were all over her? What are you going to do when Namjoon finds out about this?!? What-”

“There is still a chance they won’t find out.”

“Don’t interrupt me!” you shouted. “What are you going to do when that slut still goes to the tabloids over this? Cuz technically, according to her “offer”, she didn’t get what she wanted and she can still go tell everyone about all of this! So, what are you going to do when that happens?!?”

“…I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out somehow! And then in Singapore, Lailani won’t even be a problem anymore!”

“That’s not the fucking point!” you yelled. “Everything has fucking consequences Jungkook! I can’t take this bullshit anymore and you’re making it all worse! You’re fucking everything up the way you always do!’ you voice cracked and you could feel your tears falling. “I regret saying yes to you, now I’m dealing with the consequences.”

He stood quiet in defeat and you actually saw tears leaving his eyes.

You couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore, so you escaped to the balcony. Jungkook didn’t follow you and you were glad he didn’t.  You curled up to a ball in the corner of the balcony and broke out into more tears. You cursed at Rap monster for having you so fucked up in the head that you still kept your sobs to a minimum. You wished you had the courage you had back in Fukuoka, the courage to make another big scene that would get people’s attention. Now, you were just a hyperventilating ball on the 11th floor balcony of a 5-star Filipino hotel. You were scared. Jungkook had broken the truce. Lailani could still reveal everything and Rap monster would be furious if another scandal broke out. Whether Jungkook was to blame or not, you knew you would still be punished, no matter what you did, things were always going to be bad for you.


The previous night was not the best night for you. Most of your time was spent crying on the balcony wishing you had someone to runaway to. It was then and there that you wished Suga would bust into the room and demand that you talk to him. Now was the time you really just needed him. You imagined yourself in his arms again. You always felt so safe in his embrace no matter what the situation. All you wanted to do was be with him. Jhope was also someone you wished you could just go vent to about everything, but in the end, you still didn’t trust either Suga or Jhope. Jimin was also out of the question. Even in the few minutes you were in his room, you were constantly hit with the pang of guilt. If you went to his in this state, he’d interrogate you over what happened. You didn’t even want to think of how he’d react to everything. Maybe you deserved to hurt like this. It was karma’s way of getting back at you for betraying Jimin.

That night was also the first night that you actually contemplated suicide. Before, you always brushed the idea away, convincing yourself that if you followed orders, everything would end for the best. Now, now you were just tired of all the crap and you were terrified of what was to come. Being out on the balcony, it was just so easy to throw yourself over the rail and let yourself fall. However, when you so much as tried to climb the small fencing, you chickened out. Your cursed yourself after every failed attempted. You hated yourself more and more for being such a little bitch about it. You tried to convince yourself there was no point to living, but for some reason you couldn’t get yourself to climb over.

It wasn’t until you cried yourself dry that you went back into the hotel room. You walked to the bathroom without looking in Jungkook’s direction. From the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook at the desk wearing a black hoodie with his head down on the table.

You didn’t exactly wash up or anything in the bathroom though. You just realized that you still needed a bit of space from Jungkook. After what felt like forever, you swiftly got out of the bathroom and got into bed despite the fact that Jungkook was still in the room. You hid under the covers and tried to go to sleep to forget all that happened.

From under the covers, you could hear Jungkook moving. As his footsteps got closer to the bed, you could hear subtle whimpering in combination with sniffles. Soon, you felt the sheets slowly being lifted back and his weight getting on the bed. Still in an emotional state, you whipped around and screamed, “Don’t you dare get back on this bed!”

Jungkook quickly retreated to the desk without a peep.


When you woke up, you figured you only slept two hours considering that the sky was dark when you looked out to the balcony. The only source of light in the room was coming from Jungkook’s laptop screen.

You could see his nose was red and his face was streaked with dry tears. You remained quiet as he pulled out his phone and made a call. “Yes, hello! I’d like to make a reservation for two at 7pm… I’ll be there in one week… Can’t you move things around?… I’m sure if you threw my name in, things would fix themselves… Ok, I’ll speak to him… I’m Jeon Jungkook… Yes that one… I wouldn’t hesitate to do so…” He said in English. “That’s great! We’ll be there right at seven. Thank you.”

After hanging up, he went back to scrolling on his laptop and you continued to observe him. “Who was he on the phone with?” you thought.

Suddenly, the door clicked open. Jungkook quickly rubbed his face dry and you shut your eyes and pretended to sleep.

The footsteps of the man you hated could be heard walking into the room. “Why aren’t you asleep?” Rap monster’s stern voice asked.

You froze. You thought you were caught.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jungkook retorted. His tone was just as harsh as Rap monster’s.

You carefully peeked your eyes open to see what was happening. Rap monster’s silhouette was looking down at Jungkook’s illuminated face as Jungkook kept his eyes on his screen.

Rap monster leaned down over him. “That didn’t answer my question. Let me try this again… Why isn’t the little fuck up in bed with his girlfriend?”

Jungkook still didn’t seem intimidated. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He mumbled.

“You know you should be in that bed with her.”

“I don’t want to share the damn bed with her! I’m tired of all this stupid shit and the last thing I want is to plan this crap in front of her.”

Rap monster shook his head. “Damn, I’m disappointed in you. Just when I thought I could trust you again. I told you to take care of this shit back in Osaka! What’s happened to you, little maknae?” he asked mockingly.

“I’m not a damn kid!” Jungkook hissed. “All this shit with y/n is stupid and pointless. So, I fucked her! You were the one that hired her! This shit is on you! I shouldn’t be stuck with her because your stupid plan blew up in your face and I didn’t want to clean your mess.”

“You talk a lot of shit considering what a little bitch you are. I thought I made you better than this. After Yoona, you were my right hand man, but now-“ Rap monster slammed the laptop shut, startling Jungkook. “Now you can’t even look me in the eye as you talk shit.” He growled “Let’s not forget how fucking stupid you are. You can’t even see the masterpiece I’m creating.”


“Have you forgotten that I only make things happen for a reason?!? The bitch in that bed is my third cash cow! Don’t you see all the attention we get with the two of you?!? Yoongi shuts that damn mouth and keeps his head in his notes and well, you are a sad sack lately. She’s a win-win for me… But things don’t stay the same for long. I’m going to change things soon, you can count on that. Maybe if you’re a good boy till the end of the tour, I’ll do something in your favor, but for now, just focus on those plans.” Then he left the room.

You couldn’t help but panic. “Is Namjoon gonna do something to me soon? Are those plans about me?!? Who was Jungkook on the phone with earlier?” Immediately you sat up.

“Shit!” Jungkook jumped up. “You’re awake!”

“What exactly were you guys talking about?!? What “plans” is he making you do?!?” you demanded to know.

“You heard all that?”

When he stepped up towards you, you moved back, pinning yourself against the headboard. “Just fucking tell me what you guys were talking about?”

“Well it’s supposed to be a surprise…”

“Tell me!”

“Ok… Back in Osaka, Namjoon told me to make some plans for an “anniversary” date.”

“Bullshit! We did the whole amusement park thing so we wouldn’t do any anniversary crap.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, I thought that too, but he changed his mind and told me to do something for the two of us. I was gonna tell you, but then the Hiro thing happened and at the time, I thought I’d keep it a surprise to make you feel better.” He maintained a gentle and guilty tone as he spoke to you.

You stayed quiet. You studied him as you analyzed his explanation.

“I never had a chance to plan anything… After the whole Fukuoka thing, you getting upset over Aiko, and then what happened with Lailani…” his voice faded “… I just wanted to make up for everything and surprise you with a fancy dinner and stuff.”

You still kept your wall up, not sure if he was telling the truth or not. “So why did you say all that crap about me?”

You had nowhere to go as Jungkook made his way up to you, sitting at edge of the bed. “No y/n, I didn’t mean any of what I said!” He gently grabbed your hands. His eyes begged you to believe him. “I’m sorry I sounded so mean. I love getting to be with you and getting to share the bed with you and getting to do everything with you.” He leaned in for a kiss, but you moved your face away from his. He cleared his throat awkwardly before he spoke again. “I just- I only said what I said so he wouldn’t think there was anything between us. But… is there even as us anymore?”

You pulled your hands out of his and looked away from him. You didn’t know what to tell him. Right now everything was running through your head and you couldn’t think straight. “… I don’t know.”

“Y/n please give me another chance!” He was practically begging. “I fucked up! I admit it! You were right, I didn’t think, but believe me, I wasn’t gonna sleep with her. I was gonna stop, I swear! Y/n I don’t want to lose you, just give me another chance, please.”

You still didn’t know what to do, but with the puppy dog eyes he was giving you, it was going be hard to say no.

Kitty Bryce Drabble

This basically went from Bryce’s adorable Yey Sweaters!! to Bryce cuddling in sweaters to Kitty Bryce cuddling in sweaters to Kitty Bryce cuddling in sweaters cause he misses his humans. I somehow lost my way to that and this happened! Anyway this was written on my phone at almost 1am so sorry if its rushed. IDEK. XD I cant with my writing.

Kitty Bryce is basically @yandie106’s chibi. Hopefully I can write more of this.


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AN: little, dark drabble that isn’t really worth posting on Ao3. 

Rey jolted into wakefulness to a scene both familiar and foreign. Panic crawled its way up her throat as she remembered where she had been previously and as she took in the stark environment. The last thing she had seen before succumbing to a forced state of slumber had been the fanged snout and empty gaze of a black mask.

Kylo Ren had, once again, taken her from the battlefield.

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teamfreefuckery  asked:

I remember suggesting a burrens 21 chump street au. But I realized it would be short-lived cuz once Burr asks if Laurens knows where to get weed. John would respond, " I got some right here! Now can I ride your dick?" So instead: sex worker John and lonely business Aaron

John works in Lafs escort business (because why not) trying to work his way through med school. He likes going out to fancy places and getting nice gifts, and if that means spending his Saturday night with a 50 y/o business man, then so be it. Well he knows Burr because of Alexander is in the same field and go to the same convention and galas which John has acccompanied him to as Alex’s plus one (I’m being ambiguous with Alex and Burrs jobs because I don’t fucking know, but they’re successful okay)

Well Burrs old money, doesn’t flaunt it with dumb extravagant things, but he’s classy and you can just tell he goes to restaurants that don’t have prices on the menus. John likes how stoic Aaron is, how he acts and looks like a Greek statue. Alex doesn’t see what John sees, only sees a blank boring man, but still teases John for his subtle infatuation with Burr.

What you can’t see is how lonely Burr is, how hard it is for him to find someone who likes him and not his money, companionship being elusive. People think he is just a picky man but in actuallity he gets flustered so easily he avoids flirting to keep from embarrassing himself. When he met John at the gala he was immediately frozen, the man just radiates sunshine and Burr just feels warm inside. He approaches Alex and John out of courtesy, and avoids talking as much as possible (not too hard having Alexander “I can’t SHUT my mouth for the life of me” Hamilton there) and Burr keeps finding himself watching John, who would occasionally catch his eyes and would blush but never turn away from him, always meeting his eyes. Burr would get overwhelmed and always break eye contact first, ears burning. Burr finds himself oddly hollow when he leaves their company, mind always wondering back to the radiant man.

Well enough backstory

Burr can’t take it anymore, having all this money but no love in his life, no one to just talk to. No companionship. He calls Laf (who gushed to Burr that he would get the best treatment and get to pick his favorite companion, any thing for his little friend) and Laf is delighted, promising Burr the best treatment. Laf sends Burr a list of their best workers, and burr turns them all away, saying they all seem like wonderful people but he doesn’t want just the best fuck (Laf interrupts saying that his business is not that of the sexual kind (legalities ofcourse, which Burr rolls his eyes and continues) or the prettiest arm candy, he wants someone who will match him intellectually also. Well Laf thinks back to John; the young man that’s excelling in med school, opinionated and strong willed, but also gracious and heart strickening beautiful. Laf informs Burr that they have the perfect match and not to worry, he has it all under control. Burr of course worries because Laf and his taste differ drastically but lets it go, considering Laf is doing him a favor.

So Laf calls John and informs him he has a special guest for him to accompany that Saturday evening, a very good friend, and he was to give him the best treatment. John assumed it was another 50+ that was a little too touchy for public, but he shrugged it off and promised Laf he would be on his best behavior. Now Laf started describing John’s new client and John was more than intrigued; lean, confident, old money, quiet but stern, a southern gentleman, Princeton graduate, and a very affectionate person in private (platonic or not). He will be wearing a red rose and John was to slide his business card to him and introduce himself. Now clientel confidentiality is the up most importance in Lafs company, after the workers safety, and keep names out of their description, if the client wants to confide in the worker and supply their real name, well that’s their choice.

After Burr goes through a background, drug, and std test (as is mandatory for Lafs business), Burrs ready to meet his companion. He insists that they use one of Burrs cars but Laf wants to keep his workers safe and wants to his his drivers and vehicles, they compromise with Burrs car but Lafs driver. John is picked up, having been prepped and set for whatever the night holds, and is whisked to the city for a night at a skyline restaurant, known for privacy and beautiful view. John is to notify the company when he’s being driven, when he arrives, send hourly texts through out the night, when he leaves the client, and when he is home. Laf also has trackers available for all workers who would feel safer with one that can be turned off if they please, and has the drivers stay near their location until they’re ready to leave at any time.

John arrives and is in awe of the restaurant, one of the nicest places he’s been taken, and is escorted up to the top floor where the client is waiting. Well John walks into the room and looks for a man with a red rose, but sees Burrs profile sitting at the bar nursing a whiskey. He knows he should go find his client but a couple minutes spared to see burr again is worth the risk. He walks up and leans in, close enough for Burr to hear him clearly, “Hello, Aaron.” And Burr nearly jumps out of his skin, twisting to see John standing there radiating warmth as usual, smiling down at him. His tongue gets stuck in his throat and has to clear his throat before he can reply.

“John, why…. what brings you here?” And John laughs, knowing he doesn’t really belong in this scene. He explains he’s on work related business, which Burr shoots him a confused gaze not knowing he worked in any sort of business that would require this environment. John asks why Burr is here and Burrs hand immediately is brought to his chest, ham brushing the red rose tucked into the pocket and he struggles to come up with a reasonable explanation. John’s eyes follow Burrs hand and his eyes go wide, disbelief filling his chest because he cannot believe how lucky he is; to be able to accompany Burr for the night. As Burr stumbles for words, John pulls out his wallet and takes out his business card, sliding it across the bar and infront of Burr, hand coming to rest on his bicep, Burr freezes.

“Hi, I’m John Laurens, I’ll be accompanying you tonight.” And Burr can’t speak, just stares up at John. John is getting nervous and doesn’t know what to do, and is about to retract his hand, when Burr grasps it quickly but gently and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss into his knuckles.

“Pleasure to be gifted your company, I’m Aaron Burr, but please, call me Aaron” and Burrs words feel like silk on John’s skin. Burr reaches down a pulls out a Rolex watch, and asks john if he could put it on him. Of course john obliges, blocking furiously as Burr clasps it ON his wrist, fingers lingering. Burr wines and dines John, listening to John’s schooling and participating in friendly political discourse. He enjoys the look john gets when he gets passionate about a subject, eyebrows furrowed and often using his hands to aid his explanation/opinion.

After the night is over, burr walks john to his car and wishes him a goodnight with another kiss to the hand, and John pulls Burr in for a kiss, bumping noses and acting almost as middle schoolers instead of an escort. But Burr reciprocates the kiss and when they finally pull away Burr places a light kiss on John’s cheek and asks him to text him when he gets home safely, and the peck and the expressed concern leaves John more flustered than the sloppy kiss he initiated. He promises and drives home, texting his departure to the company and immediately calls Laf. John gushes about Burr the whole ride home and Laf is happy that he was of help. John walks into the little apartemt absolutely smitten and after texting the company, texts Burr his safe arrival. Alex isn’t home yet so he goes to bed on cloud nine, absolutely giddy like a school boy.

He wakes up to Alex standing in his bedroom doorway holding 4 dozen roses, overtly confused, and demanding John explains. John ignores him and reaches for the note which reads;

“The stars are no match to your radiance. Affectionaly yours: A.B”

Alex demands he explains while John tries to find a vessel that will hold this many flowers, and he does in complete detail the night he had. When he finishes Alex is dumbstruck, sitting silently, and john accompanies him. They sit there in silence before alex says

“You know, it would have been much easier if you just asked me for his number”


Okay guys, if you want more info about their physical/emotional dynamics after this, angst, other story lines, or anything else just shoot me an ask and I will continue! But this has gone on long enough.

Again if y'all want a part two of the after math, send me an ask!

Unavailable (reader x Bucky) - Part 5 of Accidents Happen

Heyo! So I meant to have this posted last night, but I decided to try to go out and be social, therefore no time. Oddly enough, though, I’m posting this from my work because my power is out and I’m here after hours to use the wifi and charge my devices. Super crazy day. 

Anywho! This took me forever to write because this is my first attempt at a mission/action/fighting scene. Whew. I hope it makes sense and flows well. :) Send me any comments or constructive criticism in that regard! I’d love to your your thoughts. And thanks to @you-and-bucky for the tips and encouragement! 

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Unavailable (reader x Bucky) 

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Steve, OC Viktor Sokolov

Summary: Y/N is on a mission with the Avengers and things don’t exactly go as planned. 

Warnings: One swear word, action/mild violence, then some fluff!!


Originally posted by teamsteverogrs

As far as missions went, this was actually pretty boring so far. Five days in and things were finally coming together. Days were spent doing surveillance, analyzing patterns between the comings and goings of the frequent guests to the compound in Eastern Europe suspected of housing HYDRA operations. Which for you basically meant freezing your butt off in the middle of the woods in mid Winter and keeping an eye on the only road to and from the compound. Sam was in charge of scouting from above with help from Red Wing and Natasha had tapped into their computers to watch for activity. Steve had spent what seemed like forever seeking out weak points in the compound itself before calling the whole team back together with a plan for tonight.

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i'm back whoops (part two of mitjo ghost au)

Submitted by @captainredd

Run. I was in the woods again. The trees leaning over twisted distorted far more then anything else. The wailing sirens from the car pounding into my skull until it sounded like screaming, maybe that was me screaming. Run. Thickets scraped my knees and branches pulled at my clothes. My feet felt like led and my lungs burned but I still couldn’t stop. I didn’t dare turn around. Run faster. God dammit run faster! I was slowing down. No that wasn’t right I was still running at the same pace. But the world around me was speeding up. The siren whirling, the sky changing over and over night and day. All the voices getting closer now so morphed together it was like a hideous wave of collapsing voices begging to be heard. Run! God run Jonas you insufferable bastard can’t you run any fas- a branch caught my foot and fell.

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Dog of War: Prologue

The Tactical Visor had been his second chance, a way for him to continue to fight, to find answer for what had happened in Zurich. It wasn’t supposed to tear his life apart for a second time, leaving him unable to tell friend from foe, slowly slipping into a crimson stained world.

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

Inspired by @petitecreme and THIS POST

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고마워 (Thank you)

Words: 911 (which is the number I’m going to need to call after all this mixtape emotions and writing this little fic. shit.)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Love.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is probably such a mess, because my emotions towards Yoongi are such a mess right now, but…I wrote this to reflect how I feel, and I’m sure it’s how other feel too, so I figure I’ll post it.

Originally posted by butteryplanet



The world is barely awake, but you can hear birds chirping nearby, and the quite sound of tires on pavement as cars crawl up the road. The bedroom of Yoongi’s second story loft is dark—the curtains drawn, because Yoongi likes to sleep in—and you can’t say that you disagree with the notion of sleeping in, but Yoongi always sleeps a bit too long.

Smiling at the thought and the burst of sentiment that accompanies it, you finally open your eyes, love filling your heart and a giggle threatening to snake through your grinning lips as you find yourself face to face with the man himself.

His frizzy blond hair looks like a bird’s nest, stuck up towards the ceiling, but his face is peaceful. There are no lines of stress or worry—just slightly parted lips and snuggly shut eyes. The picturesque scene contradicts his normal image—the rapper known as Suga. Here, just like this, he has no bold edges, no sharp tongue, no spark of anger or confusion in his dark eyes. Here he doesn’t have to worry about people seeing him, judging him, picking his life apart with each photo and word and lyric.

Here, in this bed with you, he is solely Yoongi. A mess of a boy, with plenty of flaws, and plenty of hardships, but an endless amount of perseverance and passion. A boy who struggles, and admits his faults, but who is so honest with his thoughts and his problems with himself that you can’t describe him as anything other than perfect. So perfect— fragile in so many ways—and yet unbreakable.

And you understand, in knowing him so closely, in loving him so endlessly, that he has felt lonely. That he has been scared, and upset, and frustrated. But…you also know that he has love. He has patience. He has happiness.

He smiles and laughs. He fools around with his group members and creates memories—weaves them into the fabric of his mind and crafts a shield so bright and wonderful, that most days it withstands the barrage of doubts and depression.

Yoongi is Yoongi.

A palate of colors—a dash of anger, a pinch of loneliness, a sprinkle of self-hate—but a whopping handful of perseverance. Of determination. Of everything that enables him to run faster and harder, to accomplish his goals and reach for the clouds, and make his dreams true.

A man who holds the key to your heart, and tugs the strings of many others. A man so raw and real that people sit with their mouths agape listening to him spit fire and emotion, tears in their eyes when they hear his lyrics.

Even now, you think, smiling widely, cheeks wet.

Even now…in the early hours of the morning, looking like a little, menacing puff ball, curled up under the dark sheets with his hair sticking out every which way—Min Yoongi never ceases to amaze you.

“I love you,” you whisper, voice choked on tears. Your hand smoothes down his unruly hair, clearing a patch of skin on his forehead so you can press your lips to the lightly tanned skin.

“Y/N?” Yoongi mumbles, voice gruff and tired. He shifts under the covers, a little disoriented, but stills when he feels your soft lips press to his cheek, his lips, his jaw…

“What’s the occasion?” he questions, smirk lazy as he pushes up onto his elbows, eyes gliding over to where you’re now sitting. It seems he hasn’t noticed your tears yet, but he does the moment you sniffle and laugh, moving your hands to hurriedly brush them away.

“Hey—,” he begins softly, worry in his eyes as he reaches a hand out and places it on your cheek, but you cut him off.

“The occasion,” you say, leaning into his touch, eyes tender as your lift your hand and cover his larger one. “Is you.”


“For being so amazing,” you whisper, eyes closing as you drag his hand to your lips, kissing every knuckle lightly. When you finally look at him again, Yoongi is staring, mouth open, emotion swimming in his eyes.

“…you know me,” he says, voice so quite you barely hear him. And you nod, knowing that by even being in this position with you he’s baring his all—his soul, his thoughts, everything.

“I know you,” you agree, holding his gaze steady. “And I love every bit of everything I know.”

At that, Yoongi tightens his grip on your hand—tugs you in, connects your lips. He holds you tight as he kisses you, as he shows you just how much those words mean to him. How much you mean to him in return.

Yoongi kisses away your tears and showers your body with his emotion—his gratitude and understanding. In the way that you love him he loves you right back, whispering your name and thanks and little sly remarks that have you smiling with laughter.

Min Yoongi kisses you and loves you, and assures you through his touches that just as you’re his, he is yours. And when he is finally satisfied with his work, and your rosy cheeks and flushed skin, and the love kindled between you, he tugs you into his side—nestles his head against your shoulder and his words into your heart.

“Thank you,” he says, content. Unwavering.

“Until forever,” you assure, and with ache in his heart, Yoongi smiles.

Partners in Crime - Finn Shelby

Do you write with male readers? If so can you write a story where your the son of a peaky blinder and you’ve been secretly dating Finn keeping it a secret cause your both men and its the 20s. When your kissing Finn in private thinking you’re alone and his brothers and Polly walk in… You can decide who they react. :) 

I decided to set this a few years after the end of series 3 because things seemed to flow better with the characters being a bit older and more sure of themselves.

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