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Mafia!au with lil!ty and he's sleeping on J's lap during meetings but when they get to one some guy is trying to tell them ty can't be in there but then ty starts crying and Blur has to "take care" of the guy(like beat him up or break a bone idk) for being mean to his baby

aw and tyler’s clinging to josh’s shoulders, pressing his wet face against josh’s neck and watching with wide eyes as blood sprays from the man’s nose.

“i don’t ever wanna see you again,” blurry snarls, picks the guy up by the collar of his button down and all but throws him against the door. “get out. and tell your partner we won’t be doing business with them either.”

once the guy has left, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, blurry comes to stand by josh and tyler.

tyler immediately holds his shaking arms out, says, “baba,” and lets blurry lift him, cradled in his arms.

he presses his forehead to tyler’s and tyler swipes a speck of blood away from blurry’s chin with a giggle.

have you ever been in love? part 2 - reggie mantle

word count: 2.596

warnings: swearing, 

plot: happens about 2 days after the Vday quiz and if I summarize more I give away the plot

a/n: so i wasn’t planning on writing a 2nd part for HYEBIL but it was heavily requested and it’s Ross’s bday so,,,it happened

“Who’s this guy?” The bright screen of a phone was pushed in your face, causing you to groan and close your eyes. “Sorry.” The guy next to you muttered before toning down the luminosity.

The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was an Instagram picture of you and Reggie Mantle. He had his arm around you and there was a dashing smile on his face. You were kissing his cheek and looked happier than ever.

And you were happy.


“That’s Reggie, he was my boyfriend.” You spoke before pushing the phone away from your face.

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back that azz up

Title: Back That Azz Up
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Lots of daddy kink, dirty talk, public-ish setting, wedding stuff.
A/N: I wanted this to be a drabble, but then it started to turn into a full fic, so I guess it’s kind of in the middle, like 3.6k words. But I’m gonna try to work on some Josh stuff next, because I’ve been neglecting him, whoops.

Originally posted by modestmartian

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LA VLOG #1 - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Characters:Youtuber!Stiles, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Reader.

Trying something new! It’s kinda short but it’s just for a test run.

Originally posted by dontgobrienmyheart

“Hey, guys! Stiles here! Today I’m out in LA for Vidcon! I hope to meet some of you guys here, I posted my schedule in the description.” The boy on the screen points down.

You were going to Vidcon today too, to meet the boy you’ve watched since YouTube first started. You’ve grown with him, and as weird as it sounds you feel like he’s one of your best friends.

You get dressed and open the video back up to screenshot his schedule.

The video resumes from the spot you left it last time. “Derek here is coming with me. Isn’t that right, Derek?” He looks at the older boy. Derek looks at him somewhat annoyed and looks to the camera nodding. “Scott should be around here somewhere?” Stiles says, looking around.

You smile, watching him look around. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that but there was something there. Something sort of ominous.

You’re in line with your ticket, looking around nervously. You should’ve come with a friend. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. You spot a head of dark hair and get up on your tiptoes. Your eyes widen. “Scott?” You yell and he whips around. You wave him over and he smiles.

“Do I know you?”

You shake your head. “No, I just wanted a picture.”

“A picture? With me?” He asks and you nod. He leans in and the two of you get a selfie.

“Who are you here to see?” He asks.

“Honestly, just Stiles.” You shrug and he laughs.

“Well, Derek and I will be walking around with him so I should see you again.”

You wave as he turns to leave. “Thanks for the picture!”

You finally get inside and you immediate go to look for Stiles. It’s almost impossible to find him with all of the crowds. You’re just about to give up when you head outside when you spot him.

You walk over and smile up at him.

“I was just thinking I wouldn’t see you again!” Scott laughs. “I never caught your name?”

“Oh, it’s Y/N. Nice to formally meet you.” He smiles and you shake hands.

Stiles watches the two of you talk. “Well, Y/N, wanna be in the vlog?”

You nod. “Hell yeah!”

He laughs and turns the camera on, showing you and him. “I met Y/N here at Vidcon! Say hi, Y/N.”

You throw up a peace smile and grin. “Hi, vlog!”

He turns the camera off and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s possible to get a picture?” You ask sweetly.

“Of course!” He laughs and you two take a picture. “You can stick around with us if you want.” Stiles points between him, Scott, and Derek and you nod.

“I’d love that.” You move over to Derek and get up on your tiptoes to try and reach his ear. He leans over to help you. “Picture?” You grin and he laughs. You broke Derek Hale. You’ve seen him on Stiles’ channel for years and he’s never smiled.

He leans down to reach your height and the two of you take a picture.

“We’re going to go grab lunch…wanna come?” Stiles asks and you nod. “Let’s go then.” You walk behind him and he waves you in between him and Scott.

“So, how long have you been watching my channel?” He asks and you shrug.

“Since you started.”

His eyes widen and he throws his arms up spastically. You catch Derek roll his eyes. “That’s frickin’ amazing! Kind of embarrassing but amazing!” You laugh and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “How old are you?”

“Oh, I’m a senior…17”

“Me too…but you probably knew that.” He facepalms and you giggle at his cuteness.

“I get watching YouTube and stuff, but why me? I have no specific theme.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I uh…you know I love the skits you do, also the gaming part’s pretty great too.”

“Let me get your opinion then.” He says. “Facecam for gaming or no?”

You nod kind of aggressively. “Facecam. You’re too expressive not to have a facecam.”

Scott laughs. “I told you.”

Stiles waves him off and laughs. “I wanted someone who watched to tell me.”

“So, Y/N.” He pats your shoulder, his arm still around you. “Want to film a video with me?”
Chinese Food and Confessions (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’ve been Lin’s friend for years and after a bottle of wine and some pressing questions you learn he’s in love with someone.

Word Count:1,904

Warnings: I’m getting increasingly more cliche so that’s a good one to start with. Drinking. Swearing.

A/N: Did anybody order a lame “you said you were in love and I’m too dense to realize you meant with me so I’ve been moping all week” fic? No? Well here, have this one on the house. Someone feel free to stop me at any time. You’re gonna keep getting these halfhearted ideas until I finish battling this one fic I’m working on. It’s angst. I’m bad at writing angst. I have a blurb I’ll post later to make up for how lame this one turned out though.

“C’mon, you have to tell me something! There has to be something I don’t know about you.” you pushed, swinging your legs up onto Lin’s lap. His hand wrapped around your calf, adjusting your placement. The wine in your glass sloshed around but managed to stay where it was - your couch eternally grateful for that.

“I think you know just about everything about me at this point. This game seems kind of moot.” Lin chuckled at you.

“Just about. But not everything.” you countered and he paused to think of something that might be enough to satisfy your sudden pressing need to know every deep, dark secret he had - which wasn’t many. His hand absentmindedly traced patterns on your leg as the thought.

“Alright, I have something but there’s conditions if I tell you.” Lin posed and you frowned.

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Shiro and self-loathing both start with an ‘s’.

Sometimes, Shiro just doesn’t feel… good. Scarred, lesser, not even half the man he was before; sometimes Shiro just has bad days.

You should leave him, Some part he refuses to own up to will whisper to him, an ugly traitor. Leave him before you fuck him up, too. Leave him while he still sees you as something to love.

You’re going to kill him. You’ll ruin him; just like Keith, just like Matt and Dr. Holt.


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Just a Bet

I happily sighed as I unlocked the door to my house. School had been killing me today. We were going to have exams very soon, and I just didn’t feel ready for that. Neither mom or dad had arrived home, which meant that I had the whole house to myself, which I was really grateful for! I slowly made my way up the stairs. Immediately as I got into my room I went over to my window and opened it to let in some fresh air to make me relax. Afterward, I went into my bathroom, where I changed into a sweater dress and knee high socks. I removed my makeup and pulled my hair up into a messy bun. 

I yawned as I looked at myself in the mirror, I really looked tired, but I was tired, so why even think about it? I went back to my room, where I decided to relax a little before I had to start making my homework, therefore I decided to paint my nails. I decided to paint them black with small details, but as I was painting my nails loud music started playing from the neighbors’ house, which made me sigh loudly as I rolled my eyes. I knew it was Justin, who was playing the loud music, and he only did it to piss me off! You could say Justin and I were friends, but only outside of school. Our friendship was a love/hate kind of friendship, but we did enjoy each others company.  Bu Justin was the typical bad boy who got all the girls and didn’t do his homework. I was the good girl who did all her homework, and I went to bed a reasonable time!

I harshly got up from my chair, then I went over to my window only to see Justin standing there in only a towel.

“OMG, can’t you put on your clothes in your bathroom after you’ve showered” I shrieked as I covered my eyes. “Aww, come om Y/N, you know you don’t mind me changing in here” he cheekily said, which made me roll my eyes. “I so do not! And please turn down the music, I’m trying to relax in here” I strictly told him, then I started to leave, but Justin’s next words caught me off guard.

“I could always come over and show you another way to relax,” he said, I could practically see the smirk on his face, which made me furious. “I would rather die than be in the same room as you!” I told him, I then showed him my middle finger and went back over to my desk, where I continued to paint my nails. I happily sighed as I heard Justin turn down the music. I finished painting my nails, and then I waited for them to dry, which luckily didn’t take long. I stood up from my chair and turned around. I immediately started screaming as I saw someone lying on my bed. I stopped screaming as I realized it was Justin.

“What are you doing in my room?!” I asked him as I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it onto him. “Your words hurt me before, princess” Justin ignored my question and got up from my bed, and it wasn’t until then that I realized he was only wearing sweatpants, no shirt! I immediately covered my eyes and turned around.

“Will you please leave my room? I need to do my homework?” I asked Justin with a sigh. Justin just chuckled and soon after I felt arms wrap around my waist. I gasped and tried to get out of the arms, but they just wrapped around me tighter.

“You know, you look really good in just a sweater and socks” Justin whispered in my ear. I could feel like breath on my neck, and surprisingly it felt really nice. I soon came back to reality, when I felt Justin’s lips connect with my neck. I pushed my elbow directly into his stomach, which made him let go and groan in pain.

“Why would you do that?! I was just trying to be nice!” he exclaimed, which made me roll my eyes. “You were not just being nice! You really thought I was that naive? I am not going to sleep with you because I don’t like you” I told him. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared directly at Justin. Before I could even acknowledge what was happening, Justin was walking towards me. I started to walk backward, but unfortunately, I hit my wall, which made Justin smirk.

“Trapped, are we?” he asked me, which made me roll my eyes. “Can’t you just go back to your own room and stop bothering me?” I asked him, clearly ignoring his question. “Where would the fun be in that?” he asked me as he placed both of his hands above my face on the wall. He charmingly smiled as he bit down on his lip, but this wasn’t his real smile. I had seen his real smile, which he only used around his family, especially his little brother and little sister. “What are you staring at?” Justin asked as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Nothing” I lightly mumbled as I continued to study his face. I hadn’t ever noticed the mole he had on his right cheek or the mole under his left eye, but I certainly did now, and they made him look even more perfect.

I got awakened from my trance by Justin’s piercing laugh. “You know, if you like me this much, you can just tell me,” he said while he continued to laugh. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. Justin knew I had a crush on him, and he just loved to tease me with it. “Shut up,” I told him. I laid down on my bed and grabbed my phone to check Instagram.

“Do you wanna do something?” Justin asked as he laid down beside me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look through Instagram. I liked a few pictures here and there until I felt Justin move closer to me. “What are you doing?” I asked him with a chuckle. “I wanna see your hot friends in bikinis, too” he whined which made me roll my eyes. “If you wanna look at someone wearing practically nothing, then you should go hang out with Brielle,” I told him with a scoff. “But I would rather hang out with you,” he told me, then he grabbed my phone and locked it. “Can’t we watch a movie or something?” he asked me as he started to pout. “Justin, it’s Friday night, don’t you have a party to attend or something?” I asked him. Justin immediately shook his head smiled at me. “I mean the guys invited me to this party tonight, but I don’t really feel like going,” he told me, then he laid down again. “You seriously would rather spend your Friday night with me?” I asked him as I laughed in disbelief. “Yeah, why is it that funny? Don’t you want me here?” he asked me, then he got on top of me, which caught me off guard. Justin pinned my hands above my face and cheekily smiled at me. “Of course I want you here, I’m just a little surprised that you would rather spend the night with me rather than party with your friends and then go home with some random girl,” I told him. “I wanna spend my time with you. I realized I haven’t been the best friend lately, and I would really like to make up for that” he told me. I smiled at him, then I awkwardly hugged, since we were laying in my bed, it was a little hard…

As we were hugging, Justin’s phone started ringing. Justin sighed, then he took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller. “I gotta take this,” he told me, which I immediately nodded to. Justin stood up and answered the phone, where he greeted the caller.

“DUDE, where are you?!” the guy on the phone said. “I’m kind of busy right now, and I’m not coming to the party tonight, I already told you that,” he told the guy. I don’t think he knew that I was able to hear their conversation, but the next thing that was said really revealed me. “Oh, you’re hanging with that nerd again, have you fucked her yet, like you said you would?” the guy laughed, and I immediately gasped loudly. Was I really just someone that Justin wanted to sleep with, then leave?

Justin heard me gasp, and he immediately turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. “I gotta go,” he said, then he ended the call. “Y/N, what you just heard wasn’t true!” he said as he came over to me again. “I promise you, you’re not a bet, it was just something he said in pure fun” he continued. “As I recall, the guy on the phone didn’t say anything about me being a bet,” I told him. My blood was slowly starting to boil, how could he?! When Justin didn’t answer, I immediately knew all the answers to my unspoken questions. “You’re disgusting, get out of my room, right now!” I told him with a raised voice. “Y/N, I promise it’s not what it seems like!” Justin pleaded, which made me laugh in disbelief. I was on the brink of crying.

“Would you just please get out of my room?” I told him as the tears started streaming down my cheeks. “NOW!” I yelled as he didn’t move. Justin sighed, then he turned and climbed out of the window to his own room. “Whatever” he quietly whispered, and before you could even say another word, I had closed my window and pulled the curtains down. I was heartbroken, I actually thought I had made a friend, a friend that I could actually trust, but I guess not…

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Calum Hood - 3070 words (smut)

I want to celebrate my birthday with all of you with some Calum smut! 


“He’s so hot.” My friend Sarina mumbles as she swoons, her head rested heavily on her hand as the drool almost flowed past her lips. She was talking about Michael, the punk guy that for some reason hung out with the ‘cool’ kids. I thought he was cool though, I had spoken to him a few times during my English class. He wasn’t a jock and that was probably why I appreciated him that much. Everyone just thought that it was weird he hung out with their kind. 

She once had the opportunity to sleep with him at one of Calum’s famous parties, only to start stuttering and walk away at record speed. Ever since then she had been drooling all over him. I, on the other hand, was way more into the tan jock with the breathtaking smile. Calum Hood. 

“You’re disgusting. He’s one of them.” Louise scrunches her nose and I chuckle, ripping my eyes from the popular table to cross my arms over my chest and turn my upper body towards my best friends. “Oh please didn’t you fuck Luke last year? He is head jock.” I accusingly point a finger towards Louise who immediately blushes a shameful red. “Shut up.”

“Let her drool. At least her legs stay closed.” I shrug my shoulders, taking a juicy, large bite out of my apple. “Watch your words, if I’m not mistaken you had a thing for Cal.”

I shrug my shoulders again, chewing my apple probably a bit disgusting, brows set in a frowning manner. “Over that.“  Oh, if only they knew. 

“What are you plans for your birthday tomorrow? Like you wanna go out or something?” Sar asks again, something that had been the choice of conversation of the last few days.

“I don’t know yet. I’m shit deep in assignments and I really have to catch up on studying. It’s been fucking long since I had a free afternoon.” I shrug my shoulders, ditching the clock house of my apple on Louise’s tray. The second the words left my lips I’m receiving scoffs from both my mates and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “It’s true!”

“Who the fuck is going to study on her birthday?” Louise groans loudly, throwing her hands up in exasperation before she pushes her tray to the side to lean her arms onto the table. “People who have their birthday in the middle of finals, maybe?” I chuckle dryly, my eyes once again trailing to the far table in the back, seeing Calum laugh loudly at something Luke has just whispered in his ear. He glimpses towards me and I merely stare at him, he does the same for a few short moments before turning his head back to his mates.

“So, any plans or not? Because I want to know if I should shave my legs for a special night out.” Sarina laughs heartily which immediately brings a smile to my own face. “You know what, I’ll think about it. It’s not like I’m going to study in the evening, right?” This brings up a round of cheers and I already curse inwardly for even granting them a maybe, because all I wanted was to be at home in comfortable clothes – and Calum between my legs maybe.

Sar and I bid Louise goodbye, who had an art history class right after lunch. I liked to drabble and write, but I wasn’t actually ever going to pursue a career in art. Seemed like a logical choice at the time to drop the course. I regretted it as soon as I heard Louise chant about all the shit she could do.

“We’re balls deep in shit, you know that, right?” I sigh out as soon as Louise is out of ear shot, turning my head towards my mate walking besides me. “Stop stressing about finals so much.” Sar laughs it off, pushing my shoulder just hard enough for me to lose my balance for a split second. “Well don’t you think it’s totally logical for someone our age to worry about a career and future?”
“We’re still in college, Y/n. You still have a whole year left, maybe even five more if you go for that graduate degree.” Sar points out, holding her bottle of coke towards me to get her point across.

“Don’t talk about that you’re giving me stomach aches.” I groan as I without a second thought start to rub my stomach in circles, trying to soothe the stress that had immediately formed there. “Sometimes I don’t understand how you ever were popular in high school. Have you met up with Cal lately?” Sar asks as nonchalantly as she can – which is not nonchalant at all, if you might wonder – as she stops in front of the closed door of the library.

“No, he didn’t even text me. I wonder if he noticed my subtle staring at lunch.” I laugh, I know I am anything but subtle and Louise and Sar don’t ever let me forget about it either.
“Maybe you should take up on Ashton’s proposition though. I mean he’s hot and he is willing.” Sarina emphasizes the willing part and I think back about the drummer with the mess on his head. “I’m actually contemplating it, isn’t that horrible? But instead of worrying about my sex life, ask Michael to meet up instead of sexting him the whole fucking day.”

The shade of red her cheeks immediately fill with is enough indication that I am right about the assumptions I had made a few weeks earlier. Sar starts stumbling over her words and I just hold up a hand to stop her. “Don’t worry about it. Make sure you get some.”
Sarina shyly smiles and nods her head. “I have a meeting for that project of Mr. Trevor, I’ll see you later?” Sar points to the library door, her body already turning to disappear through.

“Yeah, I’ll text you later.” I head for the back door of the long, deserted hallway, pushing my way through to stop with the harsh sunlight blinding me. I decide now is as good as time as any to have a smoke and I push through the back door, hands already digging through the front pocket of my bag in search for my lighter. Both girls know if there’s anything that I hate doing is going out for my birthday, because they always make a fucking big deal out of it. I’m just happy with a cake, some ice cream and a night in with some gossip.

I sit down against the brick wall, legs spread widely in front of me, bag leaning against my side as I blow the white smoke up into the air, my pointer finger and thumb swirling my phone in circles, awaiting Calum’s response. 

"I wondered where you wandered off to.”

“Right here. You didn’t text back.” I mumble in return, slowly opening my eyes and gazing up at the tall frame of Calum. “I’m here now.” He responds meagerly, his fingers brushing over his lips as he gazes off into the distance. “Apparently so.” I respond, pushing the nub into a crack of concrete to my right, slowly dragging it across the floor, spilling the tobacco everywhere. 

“Don’t be like that. What are you doing tonight?" Hopefully you. I answer immediately in my head, but I bite my lip and refrain myself, instead pushing myself up on my feet and brushing my bum off. "Not sure, stay in and watch a movie maybe?”

“Come over.” Calum immediately states, his hand reaching out to briefly touch my shoulder only to stop mere centimeters from me. “Cal, I’m not in the mood for Luke of Michael to see me and rumors to spread around here.” I roll my eyes, leaning my left shoulder against the wall so I was facing him. Calum merely smirks down at me, keeping still at first. 

“I’m alone tonight. They’re out to a football match.”

“Aren’t you the big football fan?” I chuckle, leaning more towards him as I let my hand rest against his plain white t-shirt. 

“I saw an opportunity and I had to take it. Come over at eight.” His hand slips along my neck, thumb gently tapping my jaw before he retreats and disappears around the corner, making it seem like this conversation never occurred. He is what I try to keep hidden anyway. 

“You, me and a chick flick tonight?” Louise questions as we walk down the stairs of the front porch, her head turning every so often as if she’s looking out for someone. “Sorry man, plans.” I dismiss her as curtly as I can, my fingers already digging through my bag for my Flounder keychain as we approach our cars. 

“Locking yourself in your room aren’t plans, Y/n. And you’re already ditching us tomorrow too, don’t deny it!” I roll my eyes as I press that button that opens the car from afar, slinging my back already off my shoulder, the strap clutched in my hand. “If I wanted them to be, they would. No I have to do something for my dad.” I decide that’s the best believable excuse I can come up with. “Oh alright. See you tomorrow then?” Louise stops at her own white Mini Cooper, keys dangling from her hand as she awaits my response. 

“I have class at ten, might see you at lunch.” I know that’s not what she’s talking about but I dismiss her as I wave at her, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat and get in, my fingers fumbling for my phone to see what Calum had texted. 

I can’t wait to see you. 

I grin at my phone and toss it on my bag before putting the car in gear. It was only an hour left before I had to be at Cal’s so I might better grab some dinner first. 

I’m munching on my Mc Donald’s drive through meal as I speed home. I know which roads to avoid when wanting to get home as fast as I can without losing my driver’s license and I use that route very, very frequently. A few days ago I had bought some new underwear and now would be as good of time as ever to show Cal the new merch.

“Whoa, what’s got you in such a hurry?” My dad chuckles as I push the door open roughly, speeding past him towards my room. I hadn’t expected him to be here already and right now I curse myself for deciding to come home. “Girls night with Louise and Sar. Might not come home, love you.” I mumble as I pull a clean shirt over my new black bra, my teddy bear clutched under my arm.

“Alright dear have fun. Don’t drink and drive.” I him in response and wave goodbye to my dad before disappearing from his sight. The teddy bear is thrown in the trunk, bag slung on the passenger seat.

Where are you??

I curse loudly as I see the time, myself not even being fashionably late anymore. Calum’s fraternity is only a few minutes away and ten minutes after his message, my finger presses the doorbell. “Finally.” Calum groans as he steps aside to let me in, my flat hand pressing against his chest to dismiss his grumpiness.

“Down, dog.” I grant the now angry looking Calum a smirk as I whip my head back around and disappear into the living room. I drop my lazy ass onto the sofa as Calum walks into the room, a frown set onto his lips. “Don’t I get a hello kiss?”
I roll my eyes and beckon him over, his tall, lean body leaning over mine as I press my lips to his. I pull him down by his neck and he lands half on top of me with a loud thud.

“Someone missed me.” Calum smirks as his face hovers only a few centimeters from mine, one of his stupid smirks on his features. I press my lips back to his, my tongue slowly dragging along his bottom, plump lip and he grants me access. Our kiss starts to get heated, Calum pushing me down onto the sofa, his large body covering mine like a blanket.
He slowly pulls away, his eyes fluttering open as he gazes down at me. “Well yeah, it’s been two weeks.”

“Did you fuck Ash during?” Calum kisses my jaw and slowly drags his lips down as his hands wander underneath my riled up t-shirt, but I hear the envy in his voice.
“How do you even know that?” I groan as I lift my upper body, granting him more access to explore the skin above my breasts. “Overheard you talking. Did you?”

“No. Why would it matter anyway?” I pull his face back up to level with mine but decide to distract him by unbuttoning his tight, black skinny jeans. Calum wasn’t one to have serious talks with but I realized that when I distracted him, he’d say anything that was on that troubled mind of his. “You’re mine.” He mumbles and presses our lips back together, my fingers now working on ridding him of his white shirt. Soon it flies to the floor besides us, my own following suit after. “Upstairs.” I mumble against his lips, pushing his chest to get him to go off of me.

He stands to his feet and hold his hand for me to grab and pulls me to my feet. “We’re alone, all this space to fuck you on. And you still want to go upstairs?” I let my pointer finger slither into the waistband of his boxers and pull, making the elastic slap against his pelvis. “I have all night, who says we have to stay in bed?” I wink and I hears Calum’s footsteps immediately behind me as I jog up the stairs towards Calum’s room.

As soon as he’s inside as well I’m pushed roughly against the door, his hands roaming over my hips, lips pressed feverishly against the pulse point on my neck. He rids me off my jeans in just a matter of seconds, his fingers immediately raising over my tender flesh to unclasp my bra and send that piece of clothing to the ground as well.

I push past Calum, letting myself fall onto his unmade bed, eyes slowly closing as I listen to Calum creeping closer. “I could watch you all night.” Calum breathes and I can just imagine him palming his cock through the confines of his boxer shorts.

I slowly open my eyes and sit back onto my knees on the edge of the bed, Calum standing right before me. “You’re such a sap.” I chuckle as I gaze up at him through my lashes.

“I want you.” I press my hands against his bum and pull him towards me, causing him to lose his footing and stumble forward. A hearty laugh leaves my lips as he sprawls out on top of the sheets and I swing my leg over his waist to straddle him. “Well I could watch this all night.”

Calum’s hands raise to cup my breasts and he gives them a gentle squeeze, my lip pulled between my teeth at his calloused touch. I slide off of him to rid him of his jeans, pulling his boxers along in one go. While I’m standing on the carpet, I slide my own knickers down my legs as Calum watches from the bed with hooded eyes.

I can’t wait anymore, it’s been two weeks and I have been craving him. I don’t give him time to protest about pleasuring me as I grab his erect cock between my fingers and slide  down onto him. Both Calum and I are groaning out, I hope his is in pure bliss just as I at this moment, and I need a moment before I can move. I start swiveling my hips, my head immediately thrown back as Calum’s fingertips press roughly into the flesh near my hips.

“Come on, faster Y/n.” Calum groans as he starts to guide my hips up and down to a rhythm that suits him best, my nails digging into his abdomen for leverage. Calum seems to can take it anymore and in a split second I’m flipped over on my back , hair sprawled out against the sheets. Calum slams into me immediately, my hands clutching the sheets in tight fists.

“Oh Cal – harder.” I breathe, throwing my head back as he pounds into me at a relentless pace.

Calum grunts in response and his thrust become quick and sharp, the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall the only extra sound resonating through the empty frat house. I’m already seeing stars and before I know it my fingernails are digging into his tan flesh on his shoulders, my legs tightly wound around his hips and my back arched, breasts pressing against his sweaty upper torso. “Cal – yes – I – “ I try to form a sentence but my orgasm hits me as hard as ever and I’m a moaning mess underneath him. Calum grunts out, picking up his pace which has become sloppier as he felt my walls contract around him, his movements still only a few minutes after, myself still coming down from my high.

Calum lets himself drop onto my sweat covered naked body for a second to catch his breath. It takes him a few moments to recover and when he does, he lifts himself back up to rest his weight on his arms. His eyes dart to the bedside table to my left and the tiniest of chuckles leaves his lips.

“Technically this is birthday sex.” Calum chuckles as he motions his head towards the alarm clock on his bedside table, my own head turning to look at the time. 00:06 AM.

“You remembered?” I sort of gasp out, my head sharply turned back to gaze up into Calum’s deep brown eyes. He kisses me slowly and retreats. “Well, you’re like my best friend. Of course I’d remember.” A small smile graces my lips and I mouth thank you, although I don’t think he’d notice. “So how about some birthday sex in the shower?” Calum grins and I laugh loudly, pushing him off of me and crawling off of the bed. “Are you coming?”  

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An unbelievably cheesy drabble inspired from a Youtuber!Zayn AU posted by @zlanet


Liam whines into Zayn’s neck, limbs tangled beneath the heavy duvet draped over their bodies. He mumbles something against Zayn’s skin, but the headphones covering Zayn’s ears block out any sound Liam whispers.

Liam pokes him in the stomach, pushing onto his elbows as Zayn removes his headphones and rests them around his neck, eyebrows raised expectantly at Liam.

“Stop editing,” he mumbles, lips pushed into a pout that he kisses over Zayn’s chin. “I wanna sleep.”

“Me editing isn’t affecting your ability to sleep,” Zayn mutters back, dragging a hand through Liam’s hair. “I need to get this video done by tomorrow, s’ going up in the morning.”

Zayn returns his eyes briefly to the screen, a smile shifting over his lips at Liam’s pout as Zayn lists off the most annoying things about him. He knows his subscribers are going to go mad over ‘The Boyfriend Tag’ they filmed yesterday; comments have been left requesting the video on every form of his social media for months, now.

“Finish it in the morning,” Liam demands softly, before adding a quick “please” afterwards. “I wanna cuddle.”

Zayn snorts, grinning at how cute Liam is.

“Fine,” he eventually says, watching a smile immediately lift Liam’s lips. “Only because that pout could kill.”

Liam wrinkles his nose, reaching up to kiss Zayn. He waits patiently as Zayn saves the video and closes his laptop screen, placing it on the floor next to the bed and turning to Liam while yawning.

“Love you,” Liam whispers happily, momentarily cupping Zayn’s cheek with the palm of his hand as he kisses him again.

Zayn smiles sleepily, throwing his head down onto the pillow and pushing closer to Liam on the mattress.

“You know, a lot of people have been asking for me to do a ‘Boyfriend Does my Makeup’ video,” Zayn tells him, giggling as Liam raises an eyebrow.

“You want me to do your makeup?” He asks curiously, wrapping an arm around Zayn’s waist and pulling him impossibly closer. “I don’t even know what types of makeup there are.”

“We can google it,” Zayn suggests, “or ask Caroline. Only if you want, f’ course.”

Liam shrugs, tracing the knobs of Zayn’s spine with light fingertips.

“Sure,” he smiles, his hands trailing up Zayn’s neck and into the thick strands of hair at the back of his head. “Your subscribers love me.”

He’s joking, but Zayn know it’s true. Every vlog he puts up gets hundreds of comments about how adorable Liam is and how sweet they are together.

“/I/ love you,” Zayn remarks softly, uncaring of how cheesy he sounds.

“Cute,” Liam teases while nudging his nose against Zayn’s, kissing him gently with a hand cradling the back of his skull.

He gets the “de-aging,” or whatever they called it. The technology here is way too ahead to be anything but the future, but a spouse? A family? That can’t be true. Howard was right when he told Tony that no one would stick around.

Tony looks around the room, and scrunches down in his chair. They keep staring at him, why are they staring? Does he have something on his face?

“Are you alright?” The blond man, Clint, asks, and Tony gives a jerky nod.

“Sure, sure. Not every day you hear that you’re actually like forty years old and have a child even though you’re only sixteen, but yeah, I’m good. I’m great.”

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6. Yep, you’re definitely drunk.”

She hadn’t remembered the last time she drank a lot but her head was rushing. “I won!” her legs staggered from underneath as she jumped for joy but only to find herself back on the floor with a thud. “I don’t care who won, I feel like my head will fall off any second now,” Umeko groaned as she crawled against the wooden floor.

She tried her best to get up again, this time steadying her legs as she stood. A tap on her shoulder, she swung herself around. “Saizo!” The excitement in her voice came much high pitched than she had meant it to be. Her arms flew around him just as she was about to fall again but Saizo caught her firmly in place. “Wow! Your chest is so broad Saizo!”

“And what are we doing exactly?” the irritation in his tone showed how much he just wanted to go back to rest in peace but he couldn’t just leave her like this in the night.

“Nothing! We were having fun. Wanna join?” Her eyes lit up as she thought of the idea but Saizo immediately refuses.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“But I’m not sleepy!”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk at all! Look, I can walk straight. Watch me,” she tells him and walked herself straight to the wall, hitting her head. “I could’ve sworn the door was there. That’s weird,” her head tilts in confusion.

“Yep, you’re definitely drunk,” Saizo comments before sweeping her up in bridal form to walk out the door and to her chamber.

“Hmm? What are we doing here?” She asks as Saizo laid her down on her futon. Finally getting the meaning, she immediately grabs his hand to stop him from leaving. “No, don’t leave me! I’m not sleepy.”

“Go to bed,” Saizo forces her hand from him and push her softly back to lay down.

“Stay with me, I need you.” The words to her voice made him froze. She had always kept her true feelings inside and Saizo smirks, deciding to stay after all, giving him a reason to tease her later on. Besides, he couldn’t miss this side of her, she had rarely ever gotten drunk and in front of him.

“Got something else to say?” he presses for her to say more of her true feelings but all she does in return is lick her lips seductively. Saizo smiles to himself with amusement. “And what are we thinking now?”

“You’re sexy.”

Saizo cough suddenly, not expecting to hear her say such words. His cheeks flushes with a slight hint of pink. “*sigh* Go on, say some more. It looks like you’ve got more to say.”

“Hold me, and don’t ever let me go. It’s hot though, so strip me,” she continues to speak without getting embarrassed.

“I don’t think we should be doing that tonight. You are drunk after all,” he tells her as his fingers glides through her hair, tangling them around.


“No buts,” he hushes her with a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’ll remain here so go on and rest.” The night had been quite interesting but Saizo knows that she needed to sleep with the tone of her voice and drowsy eyes. She then gives out a big yawn and decides to rest her head on his legs and hugging his waist to keep him from leaving. Saizo softly chuckles to not wake her. Her face was still pink from the alcohol but she looked cute in his eyes no matter the situation.

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Don’t Look Down

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Characters: Dean, Sam, the Reader 

Warnings: light swearing, a ton of fluff 

Word Count: 1624

Summary: the Reader, Sam and Dean are working a case in Arizona. The Reader and Sam decide to take a vacation day (or night) and check out the Grand Canyon. 

Tag List: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond


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Mysterex thing fklhdsavbraehuvjeurehjdf I can’t think of titles so just roll with it

(Nyoon nyoom I can’t write so forgive me if they’re out of character u.u)
(And- Polli stop procrastinating okay TwT)

Rex at atop Mystery’s shoulders, covering his eyes as Mystery had told him to, though it was incredibly tempting to peek from time to time. “Are we there yet Mystery?” Rex whined a little, getting a bit impatient. “Almost~” Mystery seemed to walk slower, as if to just pick on Rex. Rex uncovered his eyes and looked down at Mystery with a blank, mildly annoyed look. “Mysteryyy you’re doing that on purpose…” Mystery chuckled and continued on, Rex recovering his eyes.

The two had been together for a long time now, at this point spending almost every day together, gawking at each other. Yeah, they got into some trouble, Rex looking a lot younger than Mystery, and, well, Mystery himself can be spotted as trouble from a mile away, but neither of them let it bother them too much, none of what people really had to say or do.

Rex suddenly felt Mystery stop walking, and lift him up off his shoulders. Rex beamed, though still covering his eyes, his legs swinging excitedly. “Are we here?!?” Mystery nodded, as if Rex could see, and let go of him… Rex nearly hit the ground, not expecting it, before flying up and staring at Mystery, confused for a moment, before realizing it was an honest mistake. Mystery scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. “Oops~” Rex shook his head before looking around, hearing tons of different voices and shouts.

His expression soon turned to glee. “M-Mystery is this the one park?! Where we first kinda met?!” Mystery just gave a nod. Rex hugged Mystery excitedly. “Ahhh! Thank you Mystery!” He flew back away, and looked around it. “It’s all so different! What should we do first!? Where should we go first?!” He flew back up to Mystery expectantly.

Mystery blinked, and shrugged, taking Rex’s hand. “Let’s just walk around and see what there is first, it is busy right now, after all~” Rex nodded and went with Mystery.

Half the time of them walking about, it was Rex following Mystery, and the other, it was Rex excitedly dragging Mystery about to see everything, not that Mystery minded at all

“Ah! Hey Mystery look, look!” Rex flew over to a small booth, that seemed empty and old, nobody around it or paying any mind to it. Mystery follow over, suddenly getting a bit of nostalgia. “Isn’t this that one booth? From back then?” Rex nodded. “I remember it! … It must have been left here though…” The booth back in that time was bright colored, had targets to throw at and hit, to win prizes and such, a simple thing is most ever theme park. Now it looked empty and unclean, and looked like paint had been scratched off in some places.

Out of curiosity and nostalgia, Rex flew in and looked around, just empty shelves and hooks everywhere, the entire thing seeming super prone to fire, like the smallest spark could make the whole thing burn down in moments. Mystery stood just outside it, peaking in as well, before smiling and going in next to Rex. “Hmm? Mystery what are you doing?” Rex watched.

Mystery knelt down where the back of the counter was, and took out his knife. He forced it against the old wood and started carving into it. Rex watched over Mystery’s shoulder. After a few moments of it, Mystery had made a little heart with, “Rex & Mystery” underneath it. Rex blushed but was still smiling brighter than ever. “Awhh Mysteryyyy!” He hugged him around his waist, Mystery gently rubbing Rex’s head in return.

“I love you Mystery.” Rex mumbled.

“Love you too Rexy~”

“Hey?! Who’s back there?!” The two heard shouting, clearly directed at them. They sat for a moment, frozen, before getting up and running away.


They ended up wandering around for a bit longer, people coming and going, little kids running around screaming their heads off, then parents scolding their kids not to do this, or not to do that. It was honestly a little bit funny to watch at times.

They played some games and ate a little, getting a few glares from people when they kissed or held hands, but nothing unusual to them really. When playing anything, if Rex didn’t win, Mystery would get all angry at whoever decided it to be that way.

The park was open until midnight, and the two were planning on staying as long as they could, till there were forced to go home, and they both were having a nice time.

At one point though, the two ran out of things to talk about, and it went quiet as they walked around. Rex pouted for a moment, before smiling again and flying off suddenly. “I wanna see if you can remember where everything is here! Come and find me Mystery!” Rex playfully laughed. Mystery watched in confusion for a moment, before grinning and walking after. “Fine Rexy, I’ll play this with you~” Rex flew around, looking for a place to hide, not somewhere too difficult though. 

As he looked about, he ended up accidentally bumping into a couple people, almost everyone immediately forgiving him, or assuming he was just a young and excitable child, which really, he kinda was. But there was one lady he bumped into, who didn’t seem to take it too well.

“Excuse me miss! My bad!”

She turned around to Rex, as he continued off, but grabbed him. “Excuse you? You should be careful where you’re walking you little brat!” Rex shrunk down, trying to gently pull back. “I-I’m sorry.”

“That’s what everyone says when someone finally tells them off! But the moment I let you go, you’re gonna go running off all clumsy like again, not caring about the people around you. You could hurt somebody! Stop being a bratty little girl! Where the hell are your parents even?!” Rex bit his lip, incredibly uncomfortable and nervous, barely able to speak back to her.


Rex flinched back, tearing up a little. “I’m not with-”

The lady didn’t even let him finish.

“Don’t give me the story that you’re alone! You certainly aren’t if you’re being a spoiled kid, running around, setting a terrible example for all the other younger kids. Where are they?!”

Rex was rubbing his eyes, choking up a little.

“Excuse me miss, he would be with me.” The woman felt a hand on her shoulder from behind. She whipped around and flinched when she saw Mystery. “Hmm…” She looked him over, whispering something to herself, likely something not exactly kind to hear. “Great, because I demand I talk with you and your daughter.” Mystery grinded his teeth, but kept quiet for now. “You know, she, is a he, actually…” Mystery stated very firmly, taking Rex’s hand and following the lady.

She turned in shock and stared. “Then why the hell would you allow him to dress like that?!” Mystery clenched his fists, gripping Rex’s hand rather tightly. “It’s his choice, not yours, not mine.” The woman just scoffed, stopping right in the middle of the path, turning to face the two. “That’s exactly the problem, you’re not disciplining him right! You-” Mystery fought back stabbing her right than and there. “Miss… Let’s go somewhere private first please…” Mystery hissed.

The woman glared at Mystery, a firm and strong look. “No, if I have to spend more time talking to you two, I think I’ll get sick… Metaphorically and literally…”

Mystery grinned wildly, pushing Rex back, and taking out his knife. “AND I’M SICK OF YOU TOO SO WHY DON’T WE BOTH JUST FUCKING STOP?!” He shouted, gaining attention from every which way. He swiftly grabbed the woman’s arm and threw her to the ground, then immediately drove his knife into the back of her neck.

People from all around began screaming and running away, one person knocking Rex over. Mystery looked up, his expression shifting to worry. “Rex…” He looked back at the woman, choking and coughing up blood. He huffed, taking his knife, and then sweeping up Rex and running off. “Let’s go…”

Mystery and Rex sat out in some field, full of just grass, a couple shrubs, and little flowers here and there. It was quiet between them. Mystery looked over Rex. “Rex, are you okay? She didn’t manhandle you did she?! Did you get hurt when you were knocked over?” Rex rubbed his arm. “A… A little…” Mystery clenched his fists again, but sighed after a moment, and shook his head. “Is there anything I can do for you Rexy?”

Rex shrugged, and rubbed his eyes again. Mystery took Rex, then slipped him into his lap, and gently hugged him. “Oh Rex I’m so sorry that happened… I really was hoping nothing bad like that would happen today…” Mystery apologized. Rex sniffled, but smiled. “I-It’s okay Mystery… I-It was still really fun, a-and I had a nice time!” Mystery smiled again. “I’m so glad to hear that~…” Mystery kissed the top of Rex’s head and snuggled him, wrapping his tail around him.

It went quiet again between them.

“Mystery… It-…” Rex yawned. “It’s a little late now…” Mystery pet his head. “Would you like to go home?”

“Yes Mystery…”

Mystery stood, both of them having blood covering them now.

Mystery was carrying Rex back home, gently petting his head from time to time… He noticed Rex had soon fallen asleep, or at least seemed like it… He waited a bit longer to make sure…

Mystery then shifted to hold Rex with one arm. He reached into his back pocket and took out the small, black box he had. “Hmm… I suppose next time… Will work out better…” He checked it again, opening it to see the rings, and smiled. “Perhaps today was just another day for now…” He then quickly closed the box and hid it again, continuing on, carrying Rex in both arms now.

“Yeah… Next time I’ll be able to ask… Next time…”

(Hhhhh lies on the ground am I a failure because I can’t tell.)
( Rex belongs to @princechain and Mystery belongs to @sleepy-kinq )

Can I frame it? - snowbaz

For @cloudyrainyday who is awesome ily <3
Summary: All Simon wants is to go outside, and all Baz wants is some peace and quiet.
Words: 576
❗️Cuteness alert (seriously though this is so fluffy I freaking died) ❗️

Simon Snow was pacing around the apartment, groaning every few steps. He was really itching to go outside, but due to weather conditions, he was unable.
It had been raining for quite a few hours now, and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. The rain was coming down so hard that only a fool would go outside for even a minute.
Baz Pitch was sitting at the kitchen table, he had been tasked with making sure Simon didn’t get in trouble while Penelope was off visiting Micah in America.
Of course, he didn’t mind. Baz loved spending time with his ‘idiotic boyfriend, who is too adorable for his own good.’ (Baz’s words.)
What Baz didn’t like, however, was the constant groaning currently coming from said boyfriend.

“Seriously Snow, shut up.”
“But Baaaaaaaz,” Simon whines. “I want to go outside! Why is it raining so much, anyway? It’s the middle of summer!”
Baz rolls his eyes. “Ask Mother Nature.”
“Make the rain stop!
“I can’t control the weather.”
Simon groans again, making his way into the kitchen and sitting down across from Baz. “What are you doing, anyway?”
“Well, Snow, I’m trying to draw. I can’t really do that with your constant whining, now can I?”
“What are you drawing?”
Baz blinks a few times, before clearing his throat. He doesn’t answer, and looks embarrassed.
Simon leans across the table and squints, trying to see the drawing that Baz is trying to hide. He notices a few curls, and blinks. “Is… is that me?”
Baz looks away, pulling the paper towards his chest. “Possibly.”
Simon’s face goes red, and there is no stopping the bright smile that soon graces his face.
Baz glances back over at Simon, and immediately regrets it. The vampire’s cheeks become a very faint pink, which for him, means a full blush. He clears his throat, again, growing even more embarrassed. “Don’t look so happy, Snow. It’s not like it-”
“Can I watch you draw?”
Baz stares at him in disbelief. “W-What?”
“I wanna see you draw, Baz. I’ve never seen you draw.”
“I’ll be quiet! Please, Baz?” Simon gives him the puppy dog eyes that he knows he can’t resist, and Baz sighs, giving in.
“Fine, Snow. Just… stay over there.”
Simon nods excitedly, sitting back in his seat and grinning. Baz rolls his eyes at his dork of a boyfriend, before nervously uncovering the paper and going back to his drawing.

Time passes by in a blur, and Simon’s smile hasn’t faltered by the time the drawing is finished. If anything, his smile has seemingly gotten brighter with every passing second.
Baz takes a nervous breath, darting his eyes away as he slides the paper across the table for Simon to look at.
“Wow,” The other manages as his eyes widen. “This is beautiful.”
“It’s really not.” Baz retorts. As with most artists, he doesn’t think it’s all that good.
Simon picks up the paper, walking around the table. “No, Baz, really,” He puts his hand under his chin, forcing Baz to face him. “I love it.”
“Whatever you say, Snow.” Baz’s eyes dart to the ground. He’s not used to compliments on his art, so he isn’t sure if he should believe it.
“I mean it, love.” Simon places a soft kiss on Baz’s lips, before pulling away. “One question, though.”
“….What is it, Simon?”
Simon giggles softly, before responding. “Can I frame it?”

Seventeen Personality Traits in Real Life (S.Coups Edition)

1. Personality wise the guy is strong. I know he’s physically strong but I also know he has a temper. Being a Leo fire sign, this was coming. Most Leos don’t have issues with self esteem and S.coups is no exception. He knows he brings something to the table and so won’t mind if somebody would acknowledge somebody else’s presence over his. His ego isn’t that fragile. I also feel he’s sorta forgetful. Work wise, he’s very productive and good at managing his time. This can be seen in their SVT TV days, he’s always reminding the members to practice even when he wasn’t the leader. These traits of him don’t come because he was made leader but rather because it’s part of his personality, very evidentally. He takes pride in leading a group.

2. Encountering a pretty girl. I feel that he isn’t the one to fall for the mainstream girl, he’s often repelled against cliche things and rather falls for something else that’s unique. I mean, his ideal girl is Nicki Minaj who isn’t an ideal beauty in South Korea according to their standards but Scoups nevertheless doesn’t care. He likes to be different in his choices.

3. In a relationship, the guy is very big hearted. He’s a giver and protects people without asking for much in return simply because being in a relationship, there’s nothing you can offer that he already doesn’t have. (I don’t mean in terms of money or gifts, but more like, comfort, warm, confidence, strength, love etc). But at the same time, he’d be the kind of guy who’d still expect you to provide him with the mentioned things and would whine about why you haven’t been cuddling just as often. Also, he seems like the kind to prefer a comfortable relationship with a girl (OFD!) rather than a slower one where its still awkward. This again proves that he’d want to step right into the relationship as soon as he gets in, without wasting much time, so you can expect to see the real Scoups almost a week after yall start dating. Cause girl, he just wanna keep it real. Emotions wise, I don’t suppose he likes cheesy things. Again, he doesn’t like the mainstream so cut the extremely lovey dovey things out if you’re going to date him. Also, he’ll be straightforward.

4. Getting jealous. Ahh we all know this. Being strong and less shy than the members, watching his girl getting close to some guy isn’t going to hurt his ego almost immediately but if things get out of hand expect him to get mad. He’s going to flip if she choose somebody else over him which personally I find very cute of a trait when I imagine Coups. I also feel he isn’t very patient to begin with.

5. Getting intimate, okay personally, he seems like a very skinship sort of a guy. I mean, if he’d be dating a girl, you can expect them to get intimate frequently. He seems like the kind of guy to enjoy pleasure on his body as well. He’s physically very well-built and that shows that he’s into physical pleasures just as much as sentimental ones. (Because getting compliments on your body gives you mental pleasure as well) Unlike Wonwoo, Scoups is faster in his approach towards going all 4 bases. I suppose he wouldn’t wait for a specific time or place. The best part of Coups is that if his girls is ever upset, he’ll turn the world upside down to know why and punish whoever made her upset. Leos are like that and they don’t care about anybody except for the ones they associate themselves with. They care about their people genuinely and this can be seen in his role as a leader.

Let me know if you want me to give his personality under any other category than the 5 mentioned and also let me know any other member or group’s you’d like to know.

-Oppa’s Ideal girl

Chastity’s (Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Castiel has a crush on a cute librarian, but both of them are too shy to say anything to each other. That is, until Cas discovers the reader isn’t just a librarian. (Again, I am THE WORST AT SUMMARIES.) 

Credits to @otpisms for this idea, which I got from OTP Idea #466 :-)

Pairing: Castiel x Librarian/Stripper!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, Cas gets a boner, the last line of this fic is A TOTAL PUN bc im the worst, TFW goes to a strip club, yeah idk I’ve never been to a strip club so idk how accurate my descriptions are hahaha. I’m going off of what I’ve seen in movies/tv shows. NEXT PART’S GONNA BE SMUT

A/N: yeah this was gonna be a oneshot but I figured it’d work better as two parts. 


“I dunno man, I can’t find anything here about crocottas,” Sam sighed, slamming another lore book closed and throwing his hands up in defeat.

Cas looked at him and Dean with hopeful eyes, a shy smile appearing on his face. “Perhaps we could go to the public library again, then?”

Dean shot Cas a knowing smirk. “Cas, you just wanna go to the library so you can see that girl again.”

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“Rosie, do you think you could help me with something?” You bounced your one year old nephew on your hip, trying to soothe him as you spoke to your girlfriend. “Sure Y/N, what’s going on?” Before you could answer, your other nephew cut you off.

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Credence Barebone x Reader (Oneshot)

Warnings: None

Description: Credence visits often, and it’s always enjoyable with (Y/N), but today they were the happiest they could have been.

A/N: Yeah so I wrote a thing, I don’t really know if it sucks or not but hey maybe it’s sorta kinda decent?

(Fluff & Baking ahead!)

Originally posted by newtsobscuro

Credence visited you often, that being said, it was no surprise when you heard the familiar quiet knock on your door. You did what you always would, ushered him inside, listening to his countless apologies about bothering you. 

Credence watched as you walked back into the kitchen, telling him to make himself at home, it was no surprise for Credence when he noticed you were baking again. You were more often than not spending your time baking. Not that he was complaining, he felt honoured to watch as you measured all the ingredients and mixed them together. 

It did, however, come as a surprise, when you suddenly asked him to come into the kitchen. He walked in slowly as you smiled at him, “I know I said make yourself at home but, would you wanna help me bake something?”, the way you said it was almost unsure, and Credence immediately responded to you, “I would probably just ruin the food, I don’t think you’d want me helping out (Y/N)…” He mumbled. 

You didnt miss the tone of his voice, “you won’t mess anything up at all, i’m here to help you, besides, it’s just for fun!” you responded happily. Credence could never understand why you helped him so much, but as much as he questioned your reasoning, he didn’t want it to stop.

 Credence decided it might not be that bad and responded to you, “I guess I can try, as long as you teach me” he mumbled. That brought a smile to your face, and Credence froze, he loved making you smile, it was one of his favorite things and it made it all worth it for him.

 He walked over to you as you handed him an apron and helped him tie it. You took a step back and smiled at him, “Now you look like a real baker Credence!” you laughed, making the corners of his mouth twitch upward into a small smile. You reached into a few cupboards, grabbing eggs, flour, and many other ingredients Credence had lost count of. Once you had everything, you began measuring how many ingredients you would need, and turned to Credence.

 You looked him in the eye, “now today, dear Credence, we are making, drumroll please… Christmas cookies!” you shouted, making Credence smile, she was like a child at the candy store being told she could get anything she wanted. 

Credence almost laughed this time, “Its not even close to Christmas yet (Y/N)” he said, as you began combining the ingredients you yelled over your shoulder, “dear Credence, that doesn’t matter! We have all this Christmas spirit, we must make cookies!” you stated with a matter-of-fact tone.

Credence loved days like these, the days you wouldn’t talk about something serious, the days where nothing seemed to matter to either of you. Credence laughed lightly, the feeling foreign to him, and you froze, turning around, “AHA, I knew you could laugh!” you shouted with glee, making Credence laugh a little harder.

 Finally, you handed him a bowl, “wanna mix the ingredients?” you asked, making Credence nervous once more, what if he messed up? What if he broke something? What if- “Credence, don’t worry, just try it, promise you’ll like it” you said with a smirk, although you had concern in your eyes. 

Credence carefully took the bowl, and began mixing the ingredients with the wooden spoon you provided, “Credence you’re a natural!” you stated, and Credence quickly became more confident that he wouldn’t mess up, he liked hearing that he was doing something right, especially from you, it made him feel useful.

 You watched as Credence continued mixing, you hadn’t lied, he mixed everything evenly, smoothly, it was like he had generally done it hundreds of times. When he finished mixing, you poured the mix onto a tray and pulled out a set of Christmas themed cookie cutters, laying them out in front of Credence.

 You grabbed the bell shaped cookie cutter, “Credence, come on, grab one and let’s shape some cookies!” you said, Credence smiled, grabbing the tree shaped cutter, beginning to cut into the mix, making cute little trees, smiling at how they turned out. 

You finished a row of bell shapes, grabbing the star shaped cutter while he followed your example and grabbed the snowflake shaped one, making his second row. After a short amount of time spent finishing your second row you grabbed festive colored icing, and handed some to Credence, beginning your own design on your bells as he begun to design his trees, later both of you moved on to your second shapes, finishing up and cleaning the small mess in your kitchen. 

You looked at Credence, “they should be finished soon, but in the meantime, did you enjoy the baking?” you asked, Credence not missing the small tone of hope in your voice, and he nodded without hesitation, “it was the most fun i’ve had in a long while, it was nice… to relax and have fun, not having to worry about anything.” He said quietly, almost as if he spoke any louder something would happen. 

You looked at him, and without thinking hugged him, and for a moment, he tensed, and you worried, you worried that you had screwed things up with him, that he would freak out and run back to his home. To your surprise however, after that moment, he hugged you back, shaking, and he held you like you were the only thing keeping him sane, which at this point, wouldn’t have surprised you. 

Suddenly, you had an urge, an urge to kiss him, and you immediately tried to dismiss it, it was wrong, you shouldnt take advantage of him like that, he needed a friend, a caregiver, not a relationship like that. You backed away for a moment, and Credence frowned, “d-did I do something wrong…?” he mumbled sadly, looking at you. You frowned and looked up to him, “N-no, of course not Credence, it’s just, I just, I can’t…” You mumbled slowly, not sure what you wanted to say, but knowing you had to say something, just to assure Credence that he did nothing wrong.

 He looked at you curiously, “t-then what’s wrong…?” he asked, and you mumbled something lowly, him not hearing it. He looked at you, slightly more determined now, “(Y/N) whats wrong..? Y-you know you can trust me…” He said, walking over to you. 

You looked up at him, at his doe like eyes, and mumbled out, “I’m worried i’ll scare you off if I tell you… I don’t want to hurt you Credence…” and he placed a shaky hand on your shoulder, “y-you could never scare m-me off… you can’t get rid of me that easily..” he said lightly, you very well knew that he knew you could scare him off, but hearing him say it like that made you think that he would understand.

 You looked at him, “I think I have feelings for you… and its fine, I know you don’t return them, I know you dont need this pressure, you dont need a relationship, and I don’t want to force you into anything, I still want to be here for you, I-” you cut yourself off when he smiled slightly, leaning forward like it was instinct, you leaned forward a bit too. 

He looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world, “c-can I k-kiss you (Y/N)….?” he mumbled, something you never thought you’d hear, “only if you want to” you responded, and he leaned forward lightly, closing the space between you two. 

The kiss was light, short, but it had so much meaning behind it, and you couldn’t have been happier, it was just… right. All of a sudden, the moment was ruined when you sniffed the air, smelling the now finished cookies, “C-Credence the cookies are done! Come on we have to eat them already!” you shouted as you bolted for the kitchen.

 Credence, still blushing from the moment you two just shared, smiled at the bashful figure heading into the kitchen, following you. You handed him a cookie, and both of you voiced how good they were, agreeing that they were amazing and that you would both make more together sometime. 

Both of you had also silently agreed, that neither of you could have been happier.

Rated: G

Summary: Mike and Eleven have a movie night…that ends on an unexpected note.

“You two behave yourselves now,” Dustin razzed as he clattered up the stairs from Mike’s basement with the other boys.

“Yeah, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lucas gleefully joined in, only a few steps behind him on the stairs.

“Shut up, Lucas,” Mike threw back, blushing in spite of himself.

The other boys laughed hilariously.

“See ya later, Mike.” Will was bringing up the rear, and merely grinned without adding a comment. “Bye, El!”

“Bye,” she called back from the couch as she and Mike returned his wave.

Bye, El,” Lucas and Dustin chimed on their way out the door, drawling her name and making exaggerated kissy noises before giggling together madly.

Mike shook his head and met her eyes sheepishly as he went to go join her on the couch. She was sitting with her back against the armrest, a magazine splayed open across her upraised knees, and she returned his gaze with a corner of her lips turned up, unsure whether to be exasperated or amused at their friends.

“Sorry that took so long. I really didn’t think that campaign would last that long,” he apologized, sitting next to her feet, and turning sideways on the cushion to face her. “Were you totally bored?”

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