i want them to live in the shower

Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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You assholes never send me music asks.
  • Alabama Shakes: Favorite female lead?
  • Arctic Monkeys: Favorite male lead?
  • Ben Howard: An album that reminds you of your favorite season?
  • Bon Iver: An album you could listen to on repeat for years?
  • Bastille: A song that brings back bad memories?
  • The Beatles: An artist you think is overrated?
  • Coldplay: A band you used to love but never listen to anymore?
  • Daft Punk: Favorite instrumental (no vocals) song?
  • Dawes: A genre of music you absolutely cannot stand?
  • Electric Light Orchestra: Favorite song to help you cheer up?
  • Elliot Smith: Favorite song to listen to when you're sad?
  • Evanesence: Ever done drugs and listened to music?
  • Fun.: Put your music on shuffle and list the first three.
  • Fall Out Boy: First album you fell in love with?
  • Green Day: A song that makes you feel rebellious?
  • George Ezra: A song that reminds you of a past lover?
  • Genesis: A band that your parents always played when you were little?
  • Hozier: Favorite brand new artist?
  • Iron & Wine?: What song would you want to be played at your wedding?"
  • Imagine Dragons: What song would you want played at your funeral?
  • Jack Johnson: A song you heard in a movie and fell in love with?
  • Joy Division: Your least favorite album by your favorite band?
  • The Killers: Name your top three songs of all time.
  • Linkin Park: Suggest a band you think I might like.
  • Led Zeppelin: Favorite album art?
  • Muse: Craziest music video you've ever seen?
  • Mumford & Sons: Favorite cover version of a song you love?
  • The National: A song you sing in the shower?
  • Nathaniel Rateliff: A song that never fails to make you emotional?
  • One Direction: Backstreet Boys or NSYNC?
  • Pink Floyd: You can go back in time to see any band you want. Who would it be?
  • Queen: You can meet any band member, living or dead, and hang out with them for 24 hours. Who would it be?
  • Radiohead: Favorite concert you've ever been to (or a band you want to see live).
  • Rihanna: A musician you respect, even if you might not like their music?
  • Roo Panes: Favorite acoustic version of a song?
  • Simon & Garfunkel: Favorite album movie? (Ex. Yellow Submarine, The Wall, Help!, The Graduate)
  • Skrillex: What's the strangest song you have on your Ipod right now?
  • Tame Impala: A band none of your friends listen to?
  • Taylor Swift: Name that one artist that literally makes you so angry you're willing to throw the damn radio right out the window to make it stop.
  • U2: A song or album that somehow got onto your Ipod but you have no idea where it came from??? Weird.
  • The Vaccines: What are your favorite lyrics? Quote them for me. Do they mean something special to you?
  • Vampire Weekend: A band or artist you follow on Twitter?
  • Vance Joy: An artist where you can never tell what the hell they're singing?
  • Weezer: Favorite oldschool band?
  • The xx: A genre/band you've been getting into that you never thought you would enjoy?
pink : hs

Request: No

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 764

What are you about to read: A very small piece where Y/N really adores Harry’s pink suit from Today Show

Requests closed bc finals!

“Y/N?” She turned her head immediately and looked at the man who was calling her name.

Y/N wasn’t expecting someone to come look for her since she let them -including Harry- know that she was going to the bathroom.

She even spent twenty minutes trying to find the stalls in front of the luxurious building that the Today Show was taking place.

She put off the cigarette quickly and wished that he wouldn’t question her.

“Oh, Jeff. You scared me,”

Jeff gave her a small smile and took a step towards her, now making it easy for Y/N to smell his expensive perfume.

“Sorry about that, Harry’s live in ten. He kept asking for you so I thought I’d look for you.” He spoke softly, breaking their eye contact for a moment to glance at the fag on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just getting some air.”

“He won’t be too happy you know, about the smoking.” Jeff started again, now they were headed to the room where Harry was waiting, along with other people.

It wasn’t her fault that she was addicted to smoking.

It wasn’t her fault that she kept craving a cigarette when someone smoked near her.

She started smoking at seventeen, stopped for only a year while she was with Harry but she couldn’t stop smoking once or twice, here and there when she got too anxious or nervous.

When they arrived to the large room where Harry’s clothes were spread, Y/N'e eye caught a certain tall guy, a bottle of water on his hand, making a conversation with an old man.

When Jeff left to answer his phone, Y/N made her way to Harry, lusting over his pink suit. She was a sucker for Harry in pink -also a sucker for Harry in nothing- and she could help the tingling sensation between her legs while looking at Harry in his pretty suit.

“Are yeh eyeing me love?” Harry whispered, kissing the shell of her ear making her more fidgety.

He knew what he was doing and Y/N was damn sure he didn’t care on bit.

She gave him a smile and wrapped her arms around her waist, careful not to wrinkle the outfit too much.

“You ready to rock this place,” she said, her fingers caressing his waist slowly and looking at his lips while he smiled down at her.

He looked extra handsome today, Y/N thought.

His face was totally glowing, the smile on his cherry-pink lips reaching his emerald eyes and making the dimple -oh God, that dimple- appear gracefully.

He had a stubble.

The thought of his stubble touching, bruising and destroying her thighs making her eyes teary.

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Your Sugar Baby Over Night Bag : Tips and Tricks

Your SD has asked you to sleep over and to pack an over night bag. What do you bring? The last time I brought an overnight bag, I forgot a very simple item. A brush. lol So here’s some tips, tricks and items it’s always good to have in an overnight bag. 

1. Know his patterns. 

Hopefully by now that you’re sleeping over at his place you have an idea of his patters. Where he likes to go, how he likes to dress and the activities he likes to participate in. This is key to packing your wardrobe. For example, my SD is a socialite. He loves to go out to nice restaurants, preferably with live music so he can bring me to dance while everyone is watching. Aka, anywhere where he can find potential clients and be the limelight. 

2. Know his timing. 

Is your SD an early riser or does he like to lounge around with you in the morning? My SD is a get up and go kind of guy. So lingerie really isn’t an option. I do pack my makeup in a convenient that I can hang on a towel rack that was it’s easily accessible and everything is organized. Your SD wants to have fun, he’ll get frustrated if he has to sit and wait for you to dig through your bag to find things. Be clean and respectful.   

3. Pack light but efficiently. 

Just like my makeup bag. It’s clean, out of the way and on a towel rack. I pack my essentials. Get travel size containers to put shampoo and conditioner in or lotion. If you bring full bottles of thing your bag will be heavy and bulky. He’ll think you want to live with him, not just stay the night. lol 

Checklist :

Makeup: Again, my essentials.
-Small eyeshadow pallet (ONE)
-Highlight and Contour pallet
-EYE LASH GLUE (Super embarrassing if you forget this) 
-Nude lipstick (one)
-Essential Brushes I keep to a minimum. 
-Perfume - my SD loves smells

Toiletries :

-Tampons, even if you don’t need them, mother nature can be weird so just have them. 
-Baby wipes. It’s a really quick way to clean “down there” Without taking a shower.  Not to mention they can take your makeup off easily too. 
-Hair Brush. Yes, please don’t forget this. 
-Hair tie. Also a super important thing to have. How can you wash your face when your hair is in the way? Using a towel to wrap your dry hair in is not fun. (Been there) 
-Face wash
-Toothbrush and toothpaste 
-Cotton pads
-Your own small face towel. Don’t wipe your mascara on his towel. lol 
-Contact solution
-Contact case 
-Bobi pins 

Clothes :

-A really nice dress - What if he doesn’t tell you where you’re going? I always have a dress and heels on hand.
-Dark wash jeans. There’s something aesthetically pleasing about dark wash jeans. You can dress them up, dress them down. 
-Nude heels. I usually bring nude that way i can wear them with my dress, jeans whatever and match no matter what. 
-A casual outfit that looks nice. I always bring a dress then a casual outfit for the next day just incase we go to breakfast. 
-COMFORTABLE lingerie. Is that even a thing? If you don’t sleep naked but don’t want to wear your regular Mickey Mouse Pjs, then get soft comfortable lingerie that isn’t uncomfortable to sleep in. Not to mention, if you do sleep naked but are casually hanging around the house, it’s fun to walk around in. 
-Extra underwear. 2 pairs. 
-Nude bra or sports bra
-Cute sandals 
That’s basically it! Hope it Helps. 
-Samantha N.B. 

Writing Prompts
  1. “He’s respectable, but, ya’ know, a little bit dodgy.”
  2. “We only want to borrow the bar.”
  3. “You said I’d have proper training!”
  4. “No! I’m tired of doing what you say.“
  5. "You must find it before the others do.”
  6. “You’re too good for this world.”
  7. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her/him.”
  8. “Yeah, well it wasn’t funny.”
  9. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
  10. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
  11. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
  12. “I swear, I’m not crazy!”
  13. “Go and live with her/him, then! See if I care.”
  14. “You’re a nerd.”
  15. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  16. “I’m ready to try again, if you are?”
  17. “If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.”
  18. “Do you think he/she crashed the car on purpose?”
  19. “Is that my sweater/shirt?”
  20. “If only I’d just gone over when she/he called.”
  21. “You must find it before the others do.”
  22. “I think the room is bugged.”
  23. “That’s starting to get annoying”
  24. “The landlord changed the locks.”
  25. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy”
  26. “I did a pregnancy test.“
  27. "You had time to call the police. Why didn’t you?”
  28. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
  29. “It’s cute when you blush.”
  30. “How long have you been standing there?”
  31. “You’re seriously a man-child.”
  32. “Is there alcohol?”
  33. “I told you, no more pets.”
  34. “You’re bleeding all over my furniture.”
  35. “Are you coming to bed?”
  36. “You belong to me and you need to accept it.”
  37. “I’m kind of a big deal.”
  38. “I just want a nice, easy life. What’s wrong with that?”
  39. “A smart alec witch, how original.”
  40. “I have to take you to the doctor.”
  41. “You were meant to be watching him/her!”
  42.   “Well, this is where I live.”
  43. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  44. “I’m late.”
  45. “I’m early.”
  46. “Get out of the shower!”
  47. “You smell like a wet dog.”
  48. “Oh yes. We’re on.”
  49. “The library is free.”
  50. “You gotta get us a decent place.”
  51. “Well, someone should sue them.”
  52. “Can I ask you something?”
  53. “When I’m as far away from you as possible.”
  54. “That’s brilliant. That’s brilliant! Let’s do it!”
  55. “Oh God, he’s serious.”
Living with Baekhyun

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

  • Him waking you up by singing loudly
  • Sometimes he would be a nice boyfriend and let you sleep
  • Him sneaking into the shower when you’re in
  • You making breakfast together
  • Him stealing food from your plate
  • Him feeding you
  • You fighting over the tv remote
  • “But I want to watch music shows!”
  • “You only watch them because you want to see yourself Baek! You’ve already watched this episode!”
  • Watching puppy videos together
  • Him lifting up your tshirt whenever he has the chance
  • You wearing his hoodies
  • Him bringing Mongryeong over
  • “Why are you cuddling my dog when you have me?”
  • “Your dog is cuter”
  • You helping him dye his hair
  • Backhugs 7/24
  • Him walking around naked
  • “Wear something.”
  • “I know you like it, stop denying it.”
  • You using him as a pillow
  • Him playing with your hair
  • Cuddles on the couch
  • He would start kissing your neck as you cuddle
  • And that turns into something more later because you can’t say no to Baekhyun *wink wink*
  • You trying everything to make him moan
  •  His moan is your favourite sound
  • Him stealing the blanket at night
  • Him begging to shower together
  • “Why not?”
  • “You know, when we get into the shower together, the last thing we do its shower.”
  • You distracting him while he plays video games
  • “(Y/N) stop showing your foot into my face!!!”
  • Him being loud
  • Him making your laptop wallpaper a picture of himself
  • Cuddles on the couch
  • He would start kissing your neck as you cuddle
  • Living with Baekhyun would make you tired but you would have a lot of fun with him! 
161206 Melon Radio SVT - Dorm Stories

(The members will tell a story about a member’s behaviour that is weird or out of place in the dorm aka complaining about your members)

SK : The8′s expression really shows that he really want to talk about something is really outstanding. Yes, The8.

The8 : I really have something to say.

SK : Who? Who? Who? To who?

The8 : To Vernon

SK : Ah~ Vernon

The8 : I usually like the dorm to be in clean and neat state. Our Vernon-ie really didn’t clean up his clothes. 

MG : That’s true.

The8 : From Aju Nice era till now, I think he didn’t clean up his clothes.

SK : Wait a minute. If you said Aju Nice, it was from July. Even after 5 month, you still didn’t clean up the mess. Is there any witness for this incident?

MG : I have an additional statement to give.

SK : Additional statement, please go ahead.

MG : Do you remember the day we moved into the new dorm? Do you know the green box that we brought together on that day?

SK : Ah, the moving goods?

MG : We still have that box.

DN : That was enough

MG : It’s not like we still have the box, but the box is still there in it’s original state and on top of it, there are clothes pilling up and the green box is starting to get buried. I think he’s always ready to move out.

SK : Wait a minute. I think we cannot just let it pass without hearing to Vernon’s story.

VN : I don’t think you need to listen to it. Actually I don’t have anything to say about this.

JH : Vernon, is that green box your treasure?

VN : No, it’s just that without I realizing it, pilling up clothes on the green box was comfortable for me.

SK : Vernon, because we talked about this while laughing, you might think that we are just joking, really, please clean up soon! We already moved to the new dorm for 10 month, what were you doing until now still didn’t clean up? That’s what we want to say to him.

VN : Actually I was just staying still waiting for when will this story will be brought up. So it came out here. Sorry.

JH : So you were watching and waiting (our reactions)

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anonymous asked:

Hey here's an idea for a drabble how about the whole gang goes out to Rita's or something and Elain gets super drunk and Az has to take care of her?

[This is probably not what you had in mind. LOL. I apologize for nothing.]

Elain Archeron is a light weight. If you looked up the definition in the dictionary, you’d find her picture. One beer and she is toasty and warm and giggling.

She’s sitting between Feyre and Azriel in a booth at Rita’s, telling them about the birds and the bees. The literal birds and bees in her garden. Then she starts talking about Graysen. She’s long been over him, but since they’re talking about the garden…

“He touched me in the garden once,” she says. Feyre’s eyes go wide (she’s got a healthy buzz) and her jaw drops. Azriel sits straight as a board and stares very hard at his drink.

“Shut. Up.” Feyre says.

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Commercials [Jason Todd x Reader]

Prompt from @otpprompts (not a request I just love this): “Imagine that your OTP is watching TV and Wendy’s commercial for their ghost pepper fries comes on. When the TV goes “it’s perfect if you’re hot for spice,” Person A turns to Person B and asks them “you know who I’m hot for?” and tackles them onto the couch.”

A/n: Just fluff because I wanted fluff. (Person A - Jason, Person B - Reader)


Your hair was wet as you sat on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. You and Jason had just gotten back from patrol about an hour ago, and he let you take a shower first because he’s a sweetheart.

Which led to you watching TV in your living room, your favorite show having been on cable. You were comfortable in one of Jason’s t-shirts, waiting for him to come out of the shower so you both could go to bed.

Flipping through channels, but seeming to find nothing but commercials. Unaware of Jason walking into the living room. “Hey babe, whatcha watchin?” he asked while drying his hair. He being dressed for bed, only in his favorite pair of sweatpants.

You always found it kind of funny because he always only wore pants when he slept and you usually only wore one of his shirts.

“Just commercials, I can’t find anything to watch” shrugging while clicking the channel button on the remote. Frustratingly jamming the button before dropping the remote and just deciding to suffer through commercials.

He came behind the couch and wrapped his arms around you. Kissing your hair he mumbled, “Are you hungry?” You shrugged, “A little, what did you have in mind?”

“Sandwiches?” shifting to nuzzle into your neck. You giggled at his antics, “Do you want me to get them? You sound tired” moving your head so you could whisper to him. He shook his head, the wet ends of his hair prickling against your skin. “No, you’re comfortable I’ve got it” retracting from your neck and pecking your lips before heading into the kitchen.

Once he was gone you decided to peel yourself from the couch, pulling the basket of movies out from under your coffee table. Flipping through the cases, seeing the titles of all your and Jason’s favorite movies. Chuckling at some of the older titles such as ‘Shrek’ and ‘Jaws.’ Two very different movies.

“Hey what lunch meat do you want?” Jason yelled from the kitchen. “Surprise me! Jaws or Shrek?” You heard him laugh at the choices, “Jaws!” he cheered enthusiastically.

You pulled out the case while listening to the commercials playing in the background. Bored, you continued to mindlessly flip through the movies in your collection.

Jason walked into the living room to see you lost in the collection, noticing an opportunity reveal itself. He set the plates in his hands on the window sill that separates the kitchen from the living room.

Quietly, he snuck up behind you before grabbing your shoulders yelling “SHARK!” Your heart about stopped, he laughed before jogging around the couch to look at you. “Jesus Jason! You fucking scared the shit out of me!” clutching your chest. However you couldn’t stay mad at the genuine smile on his face. “Sorry doll, I just couldn’t help it.”

“Yeah, well you’re lucky I love you” Shaking your head at him. He grinned wider before turning his attention to the TV, going to change the settings to play a movie. Though he paused when seeing the Wendy’s commercial for their new ghost pepper fries, something he had been dying to try (pun intended).

The narrator’s deep voice explained the fries in the most savory manner possible. Jason chuckled when the commercial said, “It’s perfect if you’re hot for spice.” Turning he see you still looking through the movies. Half listening to the TV.

Grinning mischievously he teased, “You know who I’m hot for?” leaving just enough time for you to register the words before he tackled you onto the couch as you let out a small squeal of surprise. Pinning you underneath his weight. You laughed while looking up into his deep blue eyes, “Oh I wonder who that could possibly be~” over dramatizing your words.

“How about I show you?” he smirked before connecting his lips to yours into a soft yet passionate kiss. Pulling away just to lightly rub his nose against yours before placing another kiss on your lips, both of you smiling into it the whole time. After sometime being lost in the other he pulled away, whispering “[F/n].”

“Hmm?” You hummed, not even opening your eyes. “Do you still want your sandwich?” he chuckled. You smiled and shook your head before pulling his lips back to yours, mumbling “In a minute” before closing the space completely once more. Jason happily obliging the continuance. Leaving you both wondering how you were lucky enough to have the other. But also, how on Earth could a Wendy’s commercial bring this on?

sniperheadsout  asked:

Rfa and V & Saeran finding MC naked for accident?? Sorry 4 my bad english :( thank u, lots of love 4 u!

Just a note: This one gets vaguely NSFW

And thank you for the love! uwu <3


  • You didn’t realize that Zen had gotten home while you were in the shower, so you figured that it’d be safe to go out into the living room without a shirt on.
  • You were completely naked besides your underwear, but you could smell your cookies burning in the oven and you had to save them.
  • You run past him sitting on the couch, and he doesn’t even look up from his phone, so you still don’t realize he’s there. 
  • Once your cookies were safe and out of the oven, you let out a sigh
  • “Oh, sorry babe. I thought about taking them out but I didn’t want to… distu-….. fuck.”
  • You hear his voice from like three feet away and you’re just
  • screaming internally
  • “Y’know…. Uhm.”
  • “Zen, I’m naked” was all you could think to say.
  • “I see.”
  • “Go away.”
  • “Yeah, okay.”
  • He only went to sit on the couch, but he didn’t stop staring at you from his seat.
  • He smirked motioned for you to go back to the restroom to retrieve your clothes, so you just covered what you could and ran.
    • Alternate ending: Sit on his lap.


  • He closes the door after leaving, but you poke just your head back out after opening it again.
  • “Hon, did you need something?”
  • “Uhm, yeah, have you, oh man…”
  • “…………okay Yoosung.”
  • You just went back in the room and put your clothes on. You could figure out whatever he wanted later, but he wasn’t going to be able to focus if you were naked.
  • When you found him, he was in front of the open refrigerator with his sleeves rolled up.
  • He had a bag of frozen vegetables down his shirt what a weirdo.
  • What a cute, blushy boy.
  • His face was so red holy shit.
  • “Yoosung, let me help you cool off.”
  • You’re trying your darn best to get his shirt off of him, but he’s not having it.
  • Let’s just say that you two were very late to the RFA party.


  • “Hey, Jaehee, have you seen my black bra? Either of them? And my pants? I literally can’t find any of my clothes.”
  • “They should both be in the bedroom or hanging above the washer.”
  • “Oh, cool. Above the washer… Thanks babe!”
  • You placed a light kiss to her cheek from behind, assuming that she wouldn’t take her attention away from the papers in front of her, because she never does.
  • As you were walking off, she could only see your upper half due to the counter blocking her vision, but she saw some very faint scratch marks from a few nights earlier and she just,
  • Her face turned so pink.
  • She had to shove tissues up her nose to keep from making a mess on her papers.
  • When you came back out with clothes on, it turned into a makeout session, but there wasn’t time for it to escalate any further.
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, so it was one hell of a night.


  • “MC, we have to leave in fifteen minutes. Will you be rea-”
  • You were leaned over the counter, putting on your makeup, fresh out of the shower.
  • He cleared his throat and turned his body back towards the door, but he didn’t take his eyes away from you.
  • You suddenly became self conscious and tried to cover yourself, but with what he could see in the mirror and from behind, that was hard to do.
  • Instead of eventually leaving like you thought he might, he began to walk towards you.
  • He gently placed a hand on your waist and leaned over you, pushing you farther into the counter in the process.
  • “I look forward to seeing you like this again tonight.”
  • The way he whispered and how you were so vulnerable definitely got you excited, but when you turned around to kiss him, he pushed you away.
  • “I wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup… and we don’t have time. Just be patient.” When you pouted, he laughed and added, “Oh trust me, I want the same thing. We just both have to wait.”
  • When you were home later that night, you nearly murdered him for getting you bothered and then telling you to wait, but he knew how to make you forgive him.


  • “MC, you’re going to use up all the hot water! I have to take a shower too!”
  • “Okay, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
  • He gave you a hard time as he walked out of the bathroom, but he left, so you didn’t argue with him.
  • Like five minutes later, he bursts back in, ready to give you a hard time again, but you have the shower curtain already open.
  • It’s honestly like something out of a manga. Your hair is dripping, boobs squished together, looking at him, expecting him to either do something or leave.
  • His nose starts bleeding what the fuck
  • “Get out quick.”
  • “Don’t you wanna wait for the warm water to come back?”
  • “… I…. definitely need the cold water.”
  • You wrapped a towel around yourself, then booked it out.
  • When you came back in to grab your clothes, you heard mumbled “Damn it”s and “shit, dude”s and “Get it together, there’s no time for that”s.


  • You were in the process of getting ready to go to a new years eve event with V. 
  • You did your hair and makeup right after getting out of the shower to give your outfit some time to dry. You forgot to do laundry the night before )^:
  • Everything’s dry except for your underwear, so you decide to put everything else on and come back for them right before you have to leave.
  • You’re in the middle of throwing your skirt on when V walks into the room.
  • “Oh, sorry. I just wanted to let you know….”
  • He turns his back to you, but he doesn’t actually leave.
  • You scramble to put on some more clothes, seeing that you were only in your socks and skirt, but he approached you and lightly grabbed your wrist.
  • Your skirt was sent back to the floor and you were softly pushed up against the bed.
  • “You know…. If you didn’t mind…. Nobody would notice… if we were….. just a little bit late.” He says between kisses he places on your neck.
  • “You’re making this too easy, Jihyun.”
  • “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you since last night.”
  • You guys were a little late to the event, but he probably would have made you leave early if you didn’t get that business squared away beforehand.


  • “Hey MC, have you seen my black shirt?”
  • “Which one?”
  • “Oh, let me look for it I guess.”
  • He opens the door to the closet without giving you any warning.
  • “Wait SaERAN I’M NAKED.”
  • He just looks you up and down and smiles.
  • “Oh.” He leans in and kisses you. “Cute.”
  • You’re just standing there, face burning, and when he turns away from you to look from his shirt, you frantically try to dress yourself.
  • “Aha! I found it!”
  • You get a smack on the ass and another light kiss as he walks out.
Carry On: The Musical
A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by ddoale.tumblr.com ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)

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A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by @ddoale ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)

Since the songs have annotations that don’t show up on mobile, I’ll put them under the cut! Hope you enjoy!!

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anonymous asked:

I’ve been married 14 years. For about 13 years, my husband has not shown affection to me (holding hands, sending cards, buying gifts, hugs, sitting next to me, etc.). We have pets and he showers them with affection. He says he loves me and shouldn’t have to repeat it, unless something changes. I love my husband and all i want is affection from him. What should i do?

So the question that you have to answer is “what can I live without and what do I need”. The difference between what you can live without and what you need is exactly what you cannot compromise on and still feel okay about yourself. If you really need affection, then, that is a perfectly reasonable thing to leave your marriage for. If you can live without affection but you prefer not to, then you should stay. In either case, you should consider asking your husband explicitly for the things you need. “please hug me and tell me you love me. I know you don’t need that yourself, but it is really something I need in order to feel good about our connection”, might be something you say to him. He may do it only grudgingly, but if he does it at all, that is a good sign, and I would recommend waiting around to see if he will continue to respond to explicit instructions. If he just refuses to compromise, and you can’t compromise either with regard to what you need from him but don’t have, then it is time to leave. We all deserve to be loved. If your spouse don’t show you any affection and you’re tired of repeating yourselves… BYE BYE

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst (it’s barely there) / Fluff

Words: 2k+

Originally posted by kuromel

“Fuck, I can’t watch this anymore!” you whisper exasperatedly, peeking through your fingers at the large cinema screen in front of you, tired of all the jumpscares and loud screeching violins booming out of the speakers. Jungkook chuckles quietly next to you while Yoongi grumbles a ‘shhh’ to you, both their eyes glued onto the screen. You want to get up and leave, but the ghost’s horrific face in the movie is already burned into your memory and you didn’t dare leave the dark cinema alone.

You hated this, the fact that you were forced into watching this movie late at night by Yoongi just because you lost that stupid bet about Jungkook getting a girlfriend.

“Look, that girl just isn’t Jungkook’s type, okay? I mean Lisa’s the complete opposite of him, and she doesn’t even like lamb skewers.” Yoongi snickered at you as you both watch Jungkook and his ‘future’ girlfriend talk about god knows what at the far end table of the dimly lit restaurant, both of you shielded from their view.

“Didn’t you know that opposites attract, Y/N?”

You set your glass down on the table and roll your eyes at Yoongi who’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Okay, wanna bet, then?” You’re pretty confident that Jungkook’s going to ditch the girl, so you decide you’ll play the bet with Yoongi.

You nod at him, “So what happens if you win?”

The corners of his mouth curl upwards slowly as he brings his hands together and leans towards you, making him look almost sinister under the harsh light which falls onto his face. “Watch a horror movie with me and Jungkook, at midnight. And – you can’t back out.”

Your jaw drops slightly at this as you already feel fear slowly arise in your stomach, actually thinking that Yoongi was cruel for doing this. He knows how much you loathe horror movies and how badly it can affect your sleep, once making you skip a day of classes because you couldn’t get any sleep at all.

“Okay,” you sit back against the seat and cross your arms over your chest with a grimace on your face. “If I win, I’ll call you every day for a week and ask Seokjin to tell you a total of ten dad jokes.”

Yoongi groans loudly, “Can’t you think of something worse, Y/N?” he asks desperately, his expression making you hold back a smile.

“I’m pretty sure that this is the worse I can do for you. It’s settled, then?” You glance at Jungkook and Lisa, and it seems that Lisa can’t stop laughing at something he said, the both of them seem much closer and comfortable together than they were before.

Well, shit.

“Jungkook’s gonna get the girl, trust me,” he winks at you.

And he obviously does about a week later, barging into your room where you and Yoongi were both debating about whether zombies could survive without oxygen or not.

So guess what?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically, a grin which showed his bunny teeth etched into his face, definitely bringing good news as he sits down across the both of you. Or maybe just for Yoongi. Seeing him look happy was enough to make you smile, but it quickly falters when you see a triumphant grin take form on Yoongi’s face. The next four words that came out of his mouth made your stomach drop straight to your feet.

“I got a girlfriend!” he exclaims. Yoongi makes his way over to Jungkook to congratulate him, patting his back proudly as you force yourself to appear as happy and enthusiastic as possible in front of Jungkook. You’re happy for him, but you’re upset at what’s about to come and bite your ass.

“Jungkook, that’s great! I’m so happy for you,” you say. Yoongi approaches you and places a warm hand on your shoulder, startling you a little bit.

“Hey, let’s watch a movie to celebrate, yeah? My treat,” Yoongi suggests casually, probably glad that he won the bet and wouldn’t have to listen to Seokjin’s dad jokes seventy times in a week.

“That sounds great, what movie are we watching?”

“The Conjuring 2. At midnight, if that’s okay with you.”

Jungkook glances over at you with a look of concern on his face, “The Conjuring 2? Y/N wouldn’t want to wat-“

“Oh, she does. She’s been raving about it to me the entire month, right, Y/N?”

You grit your teeth hard, “Oh yeah, definitely.”

Jungkook, who’s completely fooled by your acting just breaks out into another happy grin, “Well that’s great then. I’ll see you guys soon!” He gives you a quick hug before he’s out of the door, leaving you and Yoongi alone as you glare at him, wishing lasers would magically come shooting out of your eyes.

Now you’re here, stuck between a complete asshole and a guy who’s completely oblivious to your suffering. You should’ve at least brought a pair of earmuffs so you could block out the intense horrific music, then your hands would be sufficient enough to cover your eyes.

After what seems like an eternity, the movie finally ends and the credits start to roll. You curse every single one of the characters in the movie, especially the main protagonist. The three of you walk out of the cinema and you cling onto Jungkook’s arm the entire time as though it would keep you emotionally grounded and prevent you from going into hysteria.

You feel someone nudge your arm gently, the little gesture itself already making your heart almost leap out of your chest but feel instant relief when you see that its only Yoongi with a shit eating smirk on his face.

“That wasn’t too bad, right? I mean, you survived didn’t you?”

This time, you feel anger wash over your entire body and course through your veins. He knew how much you hated horror movies, yet he made you watch one of the scariest ones over a dumb bet. You would’ve preferred to do anything else besides that, though you couldn’t help but feel that it was your fault for believing that Jungkook and Lisa wouldn’t end up together.

You turn around on your heel and face him, pointing a finger into his chest which wipes the smirk off his face instantly.

You. Because of you, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight, or maybe for this entire fucking month because this was the worst horror movie I’ve ever seen. Because of you, I’m going to be scared of taking a shower, with the fear that a terrifying face will appear when I open my eyes after I’m done shampooing my hair! Because of you, I’m going to live in constant fear of god knows what following me around and watching me in my sleep!”

Yoongi and Jungkook are both in shock at your sudden outburst, and Yoongi begins to open his mouth to speak but you’re already walking away from the both of them, feeling their eyes bore into your back. Poor Jungkook, he didn’t need to see that.

“I want to go home, now,” you bark at the both of them..

And so fifteen minutes later at three in the morning, you reach your house after a car ride with Jungkook and Yoongi that’s filled with complete, awkward silence. They knew better than to agitate you even more while you’re already fuming, so they kept quiet the entire ride.

You step out of the car and close the door, about to head into your house when Jungkook calls out your name as the car window slides down, revealing Jungkook with a look of utmost concern and sympathy on his fake.

“Will you be okay, Y/N?” he asks?

You glance at Yoongi who’s staring straight into the road with an unreadable expression on his face as he grips the steering wheel hard, a muscle in his jaw twitching.  

You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, leaning into the car window to give him a quick hug.

“I’ll be fine, Kookie. Good night.”

You unlock your front door, instantly switching on the lights when you step inside of the living room. You feel safe with the lights on, so you stick your head outside of the door and wave at Jungkook who signals Yoongi to drive off.

You sneak up the stairs to your bedroom quietly, making sure to not make any noise and risk waking your parents up who’ll start complaining about how late you are. Actually, you wouldn’t really mind their company right now. You finally reach your bedroom, freshen up in the bathroom – which you manage to do successfully as you kept yourself distracted with happy thoughts, and then change into a t-shirt and shorts.

You crawl under the silk covers, making sure that your whole body, especially your feet were covered just in case something decided to yank it from under the bed and pull you to your death.

Here comes the hardest and worst part, trying to sleep.

Your mind is fully awake, trying to convince you that you weren’t alone in the room, making fear constantly present itself unwelcomingly in the back of your mind. The face of the protagonist in the movie is etched into your mind, making you toss and turn in your bed as you try your best to drown out your negative thoughts by reciting your favorite songs and memories in your head.

That’s right, Y/N, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Think of your two best friends, and how happy you are for Jungkook now that he’s finally got a girlfriend. Think of Yoongi, and how big of an ass-

What was that?

You hear a loud thump against your roof tiles, the sound coming from the window right across your bed.

You feel your stomach clench painfully with fear as your breathing accelerates and the sound of your heart pounding erratically against your chest drowns out the noises of whatever it is that’s lurking outside of your window. You know you should probably hide under the covers even though it only provided a false feeling of protection to you, but you’re frozen in place, your wide eyes attached to your window as you squeeze your pillow tightly to your chest.

Suddenly, a pale hand appears, grasping onto your window ledge as it begins to pull itself into your window, soon a long arm appearing and finally – a body drops onto your bedroom floor with a muffled grunt.

Wait a minute.

Ghosts don’t grunt… right?

You jump out of your bed swiftly and turn the light on.

Laying on the floor across from you – panting and out of breath, was Yoongi.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbles as his chest moves up and down, peering up at you from the floor.

You close your eyes for a minute and take deep breaths, giving yourself a moment to gather your composure. It’s just Yoongi, and not anyone or anything else. Get yourself together, Y/N. He’s out of breath, you need to help him.

You walk over to him and help him up, making him sit on your bed, “Stay here, okay? I’ll get some water for you.” You return quickly with a glass of ice cold water and hand it over to him which he gulps down quickly, and then proceeds to sit against the headboard of your bed.

You sit across him and place your hands in your lap, curiosity forming in your mind as to why he was here. “So tell me, Yoongi, why did you decide to climb through my bedroom window and scare the living shit out of me?” you ask.

He places the glass down on the floor, trying his best to not meet your eyes. “I, uh… I felt bad for forcing you into watching the movie so…,” he trails off as a light blush spreads across his cheeks.

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise at his confession, thinking that he came to terrorize you even more. “You’re here to make me feel better?” you ask.

“Look, I know I was mean to you, Y/N, but I’m here to make up for it. I know the movie was… worse than the other ones you’ve seen, right?”

You nod your head lightly, shivering when the protagonist’s face appears in your mind once again. Yoongi notices you shiver and he’s suddenly right in front of you, pulling you into an embrace which makes your heart stop momentarily, then starts beating furiously against your chest.

Min Yoongi is holding you. In his arms. You can smell the faint scent of caramel popcorn and his favorite coffee that lingers in his t-shirt, and you find yourself leaning into his body, whether it was intentionally or unintentionally, you’ll never know. All you know is that you find yourself enjoying the scent of him, and the feel of his arms wrapped tightly and comfortingly around your body.

You never thought that Yoongi was the type to comfort you like this, since he never really seemed to care about most things, though you do know that he’s actually a really caring and kind person underneath his constant grim expression and foul moods. Strangely though, you found yourself tolerating him and once you really got to know him, you knew that he only showed his true self to those he trusted – to those he really loved.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair, “I’m really sorry.”

You hear his heart beating softly against his chest as you press your ear over his heart, the gentle thumping of his heart beating making you feel even more comfortable than you already were – in his arms.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, “I’m actually glad you’re here, asshole. Even though you scared the living shit out of me.”

You feel his body vibrate lightly beneath yours as he chuckles quietly, his hand beginning to tangle itself in your hair as he brushes through it with his long fingers. “I’ll be here as long as you want me to, okay? If you want me to leave, just let me know.”

He’s here for you. Because he cares about you. You don’t think you could ever possibly turn him down. Not even once.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, only to find him looking down into your eyes tenderly. “I don’t ever want you to leave, Yoongi,” you whisper.

He reaches a hand out tentatively and places it on your flushed cheek as he begins to stroke it gently with his thumb.

And suddenly –

His lips are on yours.

You freeze momentarily, but your lips respond by moving gently against his as you to relish in the softness and delicious taste of his lips while sparks and colorful flashes of fireworks explode inside your head, behind your closed eyes. He places his hand at the nape of your neck and slowly massages the area, sending tingles in all directions over your body. Your body is pressed flush against his, the warmth radiating from his body surrounding you with comfort and coziness, making you feel as though you were slowly being engulfed by bliss – the absolutely wonderful feeling of warmth and love which Yoongi provided you so readily – so easily.

All this time, how could you not have known?

You were in love with him.

And you knew without a doubt – that he was too.

Your lips finally pull apart, and you both take a while to catch your breaths as you press your foreheads against each other, now reveling in the silence in your room.

“Min Yoongi, what does this make us?”

“Y/N,” he whispers with a raspy voice while pressing his lips lightly to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “we can be whatever the hell you want to be, as long as we’re together.”

A wide grin spread across your cheeks as happiness washes over you knowing that he felt the same way about you as you felt about him. You push him down onto your bed, snuggling up to his chest as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body tightly to his.

“Mmm,” he coos, “I’m going to love getting used to this, Y/N.”

“Well you won’t get any of this if you make me watch another horror movie, Yoongi. I’ll torture you with Jin’s dad jokes. Forever.

His face morphs into an expression of feign shock, earning a small chuckle from you as you lean down to capture his lips again.

“No more horror movies, I promise.”

Better Than A Cold Shower Drabble

A/N: This was just some idea I had. Hope you enjoy~

You had been living with your roommates for three years now, ever since you met them in freshman year of college.

One of the many things you learned from living with Laf, John, Alex, and Herc was how to deal with them when they got too frisky.

It’s not that you had a problem with the guys having sex but you just didn’t want see them going at it in the living room when you came back from classes. So throughout the years with them, you had learned words and phrases to deal with them better than even coldest shower.

You padded into the kitchen to get a snack, deserving a sweet reward of milk and cookies after finishing your calculus homework.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Alex and John already in the kitchen, pretty much dry humping each other with their clothes still on……though not for much longer judging by the looks on their faces.

Those looks…Last time they had those looks they ended up breaking the blender.

You were not about to lose another appliance because of your roommates’ sex drives!

“You two…Either knock it off or take it upstairs.” You said indignantly.

The two males quickly blushed but continued groping each other.

“W-W-We aren’t doing anything…” Alex stammered, but having a hard time proving it since John was still planting kisses on his neck and pressing his hips to Alex’s.

“Alex, you’re a better liar when you don’t have John grinding against you.” You rolled your eyes at them. “And I remember us making a rule about this after you guys broke the blender. The ‘Don’t fuck where you eat legislation’ is what you called it, Alex, right?”


“We didn't…it was…supposed to be…for Laf…”

“Well the rules are for all of us.” You got an innocent smile on your face. “I also remember saying how it was okay to break it up~”

“(Y/N) don’t even think about it.” John grunted

“We’ll take it upstairs…please don't…” Alex panted.

You gave them a kind smile.





The two quickly broke apart as they shuddered in disgust. The perverted mood instantly killed and dragged away.

You quickly got your milk and cookies and left leaving your roommates to compose themselves.

FIC: Heartlines Ch 14

Just a very brief vignette. It follows on directly from the previous chapter and is fluffier than a cloud. Hope you enjoy it.

The rest of this fic and my other work can be found here

Chapter 14: As it is now and ever shall be.

Originally posted by yourcoffeeguru

Claire leaned against Jamie’s side as she read the Guardian on her tablet and sipped coffee. Jamie was sat with his back to the headboard, one hand holding a paperback book, the other gently cradling Claire. The sun streamed into the bedroom from where she had pulled the curtains open when she had gone downstairs to fetch the coffee and the half full press sat on a tray besides a small jug of cream (she refused to bring him sugar and he had been to lazy to go downstairs and fetch it himself). Claire let out a sigh of contentment causing him to smile and drop a kiss on the top of her curly head. Her hair smelled of last night’s shampoo. Reaching back but never losing focus on her news article she patted him fondly on the cheek. He took her hand and kissed the palm and she leaned back into him letting her head fall back onto his shoulder. He stroked her arm and she made another little sound of contentment.

Content, yes, that was how he felt right now. Utterly at peace. They had made love into the breaking dawn before falling to sleep wrapped around each other. Awaking a few hours later, neither of them could bear to break the little bubble of bliss by getting up and starting the day. The silence stretched on, peaceful and companionable. Jamie broke it as he chuckled at something in his book, Claire shifted slightly to place her coffee cup on the tray. Outside they heard the sound of the neighbours dog barking and the voices of children gabbling excitedly as they walked down the street towards the park. It was his turn to let out a little sigh of happiness.

“This is just wonderful, Jamie” Claire’s voice, soft and slightly wistful.

“Aye, Mo Nighean Donn, I wish I could start everyday wi you in my arms”

“You could you know” Her voice was low, not a whisper, but quiet. “You could move in here…with me” A little hint of uncertainty in her voice. “If you wanted…”

A pause, not to think, but to make sure the words he chose were the right ones.

“I could, Claire. If that’s what you want.”

“Is it what you want, Jamie?”

She was still nestled in the crook of his arm, her back to him. He shifted and turned her to face him.

“Claire…” her eyes were cast down and her gently raised her face so that their eyes met. “Claire, ye are the love of my life, you are the song that I sing in my showers every morning, even though I ken I have no voice for music, ye are the sun that shines on my days and gives them warmth and makes them live.” He faltered then, wondering if his sentiments, no matter how true, were too cliched. “I, I love ye Claire and the thought of waking up with you in this bed every morning for the rest of my life is something I verra much want to do”.

He kissed her then. Softly and gently. Her arms came up around him and she rested her head on his shoulder as he stroked her hair. The stayed like that for a while, neither of them able to find words which were adequate, connecting instead through the beating of their hearts, the sensation of their skin pressed together, the gently caressing hands of the other.

She shifted again and sat back on her heels, smiling at him, a hint of humour in her eyes.

“Well, if you’re going to be moving in, now is probably a good time to tell you…” She laughed and the tip of her tongue poked out between her teeth in a way that made her look both full of mischief and indescribably desireable.

“And what’s that Mo Nighean?” He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly at her.

That” she pointed to where Jamie sat. “Is my side of the bed.”

3 am Showers

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

summary: your next door neighbor won’t stop taking loud showers at 3 am, and you finally get fed up enough to say something. But its just your luck that it turns out to be an avenger

warnings: none

It was like clockwork every night, the person in the apartment next door would take a long shower at 3 am and drop everything they possibly could. You didn’t know if they were just a class A klutz, or if they were purposely trying to wake everyone up in the damn building. Occasionally you could hear them singing along to whatever music was playing in their bathroom as well. Although you hadn’t met the man living there, you saw the luxurious furniture the movers brought in just a few months prior when he first moved there. You were lucky enough that your parents owned the apartment before you did, or else the rent would have been through the roof. Being pretty close to times square, you knew it could be anyone from a college student with rich parents or a celebrity that had moved in next door.

So instead out out-right confronting the person next door in fear of whoever it was living there; you tried everything from banging on the wall while they were showering, to dropping your own things while they were doing the same next door. Nothing worked. But you were damned if you let this 3 am shower thing go on for any longer. So instead of making yourself look decent, you stomped right over to your neighbor’s apartment once you heard the shower shut off. Considering the fact that it was the middle of the night, you didn’t bother changing from your tee shirt and workout shorts. So it was an interesting picture of you angrily walking towards your neighbor’s front door, and with the messiest hair possible.

After a few sturdy raps on the wooden door, it swung open. As soon as you saw your neighbor standing there, you regretted coming over looking as crazy as you did.

Steve Rogers stood there, towel clinging onto his hips for dear life, and nothing else on him but droplets of water from the shower. He had a few scrapes on his chest, and a small bruise on the left side of his face. It took a moment to remember why you were there in the first place, but then you hardened your face, “Listen, I think it’s great you’re an avenger, but you need to stop showering at 3 am.” You said and pretended to rub your face from being sleepy, but you were really trying not to look at his abs. He seemed shocked that you were standing in front of him, but it quickly turned to laughter from the man in front of you. “Why are you laughing?” You practically growled back at him.

“Sorry,” Steve had just a smile left on his face, “I’ve never actually had anyone besides the team tell me what to do, everyone just tiptoes.” He paused for a moment, “Do you want to come in, and maybe have some tea? I can explain all the noise while we’re at it.” Something about the offer from Steve Rogers was too good to ever turn down.

You hesitated for a moment out of politeness, but it was not like you were going to be able to get any more sleep once you returned to your own apartment. So you nodded, “Sure.” Steve let you in, and you sat on the leather couch in the front while you waited for him to get dressed. As you waited, you looked around at the simplistic apartment that he lived in. Everything was dark mahogany wood apart from the TV and kitchen appliances, and it seemed to fit him for some odd reason. Steve reappeared rather fast, and was now wearing basketball shorts and a loose tank-top. You had to admit, all you could think about was how hot he looked when he came and sat down next to you on the couch.

“So what is the problem, Miss neighbor?” Steve asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which seemed like a rare thing for spangly-pants Captain America. You’d only ever seen interviews of his on tv, and it kind of felt like a dream sitting in front of him in his own apartment at that moment. But you were still there for a purpose.

You sat up straight and hugged your knees to your chest, attempting to get comfortable, “Well, I enjoy my sleep and you tend to always wake me up.” You paused, and tilted your head, “Do you even know how much stuff you drop?”

Steve let out a hearty laugh once again, which made you smile as well. He lifted his head back up, “I’m sorry I’m little shaky when I get home from training, Natasha tends to kick my ass full size. Our training tends to run a little late when we have a mission coming up.”  You yawned while you nodded, letting him know you were listening. “I’ve seen you around here, why haven’t you said anything before?”

You perked up, “Well I had been trying other methods but they didn’t really work, but I’ve been a little curious as to who lived over here.” You said with a faint smile still on your face. It was good that you got your thoughts out, and you hoped that Steve would chill with the late showers now. You couldn’t help but notice how similar the layout of Steve’s apartment was to yours, except his was way more cleaner than yours. It also made you wonder why he didn’t have his apartment in the avengers tower like the rest of them. But, you didn’t want to stay past your welcome, “I think it’s past my bedtime, it was nice meeting you Steve.”

So with those thoughts in mind you made your way towards the front door, but Steve’s hand caught your elbow before you could leave, “Hey, maybe I can take you to dinner to make up for all the times I disturbed your sleep,” he stuttered for a moment, “Or maybe even to meet the Avengers.” Steve looked at you with hope in his eyes. It was rare for him to ever ask anyone out, and you knew this was his special way of doing so.

“That’d be nice, Steve Rogers.” You did a mock salute, which earned a hearty laugh from him. Turning away on your heel, you headed back to your own apartment, but before you got inside you yelled out, “I can’t wait to meet Black Widow!”

stardresss  asked:

If you are still up for writing these then “If I hear someone sing Hamilton in the show again I’m joining them in their shower so I can drown them.”

“If I hear someone sing Hamilton in the show again,” Lucy complains to Natsu, glaring down at her book, “I’m joining them in their shower so I can drown them.” Her knuckles turn white from clenching the edges of her book, hands positively shaking as she snarls at the pages.

Natsu stops teasing her calves with his fingers, holding her legs closer against his lap as he blinks at her, as if fearing for the safety of the nearest student, should he let her go. 

He wets his lips, blinking rapidly as he turns away from the TV to stare at her. His mouth opens, them closes again quickly. He bites his lower lip, clearly not knowing what to say. He squeezes her ankle suddenly, just enough for her to feel it. “Bit violent, don’t ya think, Luce?” he asks her, fingers stroking her leg placatingly.

She shakes her head, setting her book down. “They won’t stop, Natsu,” she tells him, shifting further into his lap, propping her head against his chest to stare up at him. “They just won’t stop.”

He chuckles at her doe eyes, leaning down to kiss the bridge of her nose, making her pout up at him. “Violence isn’t the answer,” he reminds her gently, coiling his arms around her back when she huffs and straddles his hips, rising to be eye-level with him.

“Shut up, Hypocrite,” she jokes, curling her arms around his neck. She sends him a mock-stern look, pretending to frown. “You’re the one with bruises all over.” His fingers brush against the light bruising on his jaw, expression twisting into one that’s sad and makes her seem smaller than she really is.

He shakes his head, not liking that face at all.

“You want bruises, Lucy?” he asks her, voice slipping into a growl. He keeps a hand firm against her spine as he twists them around, letting her back rest against the couch before he settles on top of her. “I can help with that,” he jokes. Lucy giggles, cupping his face and pulling him down for a silly kiss.

The next morning, Lucy is lounging on the couch while Natsu showers when she hears it.

Natsu is singing, which isn’t an unnatural occurrence, but it’s what he’s singing that makes her pause.

“I may not live to see our glory!” she hears, song muffled by the cracked open door. “But I will gladly join the fight!”

That son of a bitch.

Her hands clench and she turns to glare at the door, eyes narrowed. “If this is you trying to get me to participate in shower sex, it’s not working!” she shouts at him, knowing he can hear her.

In response, Natsu sings louder.

Lucy lasts all of five seconds before she leaps from the couch, stripping off her shirt as she walks towards the door. “Screw it.”

Winchester Movers

Title: Winchester Movers

Paring: Dean x Reader x Sam (No wincest)

Word Count: 2200

Smut Appreciation Day 2017

@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat: One woman hires 2 movers but it’s not what it seems to be.

“I am so done with this shit!” you threw the empty box at the wall as you started to pace around your apartment. You’d been packing for two days straight and this was just getting ridiculous. Why had you let your brother talk you into doing it yourself, and of course on the weekend he was out of town.

Grabbing the local phone book, you saw the first thing that said movers and had five stars next to it and called.

Falling back into your couch that had a million piles of things all over the place you let yourself rest, the movers would be there tomorrow.

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anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

Originally posted by samann98

Originally posted by elliotaldersin

Originally posted by slytherinvoid

Desire. The most important thing in the world and here it was lying quietly by my side while you were breaking into day. I thought how I also wanted coffee, and that had me rising from the floor away from you and into the kitchen where I boiled the kettle and, hidden behind it’s hissing, began to quietly hum. There were your feet. I could see them through the hatch separating the kitchen from the living room behind the table where you lay, makeshift bed. Bony feet. Like all of your limbs, clumsy movements made elegant by them and totalling a sort of brattish ease. Exaggerated when tired, at your best when at your worst. I wonder what dreams had occupied you through the night, you wouldn’t remember them. Didn’t that make you feel like you’d been missing something? I was missing something, somewhere within you that I could not touch and so it was the very thing I wanted.

I left to shower in my own house walking slowly with my face upturned to the sky, the sun warming the back of my top. I had nothing on underneath and every time the breeze lifted it up I blushed. I peeled the film back from the packet of pomegranate seeds I’d stolen from the fridge, popping individual jewels between my lips that stained my fingers in pricks of blood. When I walked through my bedroom door I stood still staring out through the window at the tops of the houses, their patchwork tiles each laid with human hands, and at the bluing sky offsetting them. It reminded me of that desert postcard I bought in Oslo that disappeared. I stood quite still in a sort of trance thinking of almost nothing at all, just watching the sky shifting its way around the globe.

Often when I left you I went in to a state of perpetual shock, it was so much and then nothing at all. I felt like I did not need anybody else in the world. I couldn’t think so I set about cleaning my room for the first time in that frantic way all the women I loved do. I even bought a headband. I copy these small things but would never admit to doing so and with defiance say, “I’ve always worn one.”

The wooden floorboards underneath me were separated by cracks and I noticed how each time I tried to sweep, the dust would fall straight down. Crouched down with a pencil, I stuck it between the cracks to test the depth below. The tip touched nothing and the pencil fell through my fingers and into the abyss. Years and years of things swept and lost. I would write a letter and fold it into the crack beside the pencil (would it still be there, do things disappear?) But then I felt a sort of fear at not knowing what lay below me; similar to the feeling i got while standing street level at Oxford Circus, aware of all the frantic heads directly under my feet and how I’d just been one of them. I wrote a few words to nobody about the love I felt that day on the back of a Egon Shiele postcard and posted it through the crack in my floorboard for the next girl with her head in the sky to find or think about and felt suddenly, quietly good.