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Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Rating: M

(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number. 

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Drunk Last Night (Part 1)

Summary: Jensen and your secret relationship reaches its breaking point after a fan kisses Jensen while at a bar.

Word Count: 2300ish

Warnings: So much angst, drinking, cursing, fighting, insecurity issues

Request: “Can you do a Jensen fic where a fan kisses him while they are out celebrating Jareds birthday at a bar and reader who’s on the show with them gets mad even though she knows it wasn’t his fault because they’ve been fighting a lot lately (maybe no one knows they have been dating and that’s why shes so upset). So she drinks too much and then they get in a almost funny fight on the way home which escalates to a big fight?”

A/N: I decided to split this request into a two-part fic, because I let it get a little away from me. My first Jensen fic! I’m a little nervous, so let me know if I did an ok job at writing him? Listened to Drunk Last Night by Eli Young Band while I wrote it, hence the title. I hope I did your request justice @my-name-is-alice-ayers! As always, like/reblog/send me some love if you like it!

(Gif below not mine!)

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

“Happy birthday, Jared!” Everyone cried out in unison, yourself included. Jared grinned and hugged Gen to his side, thanking her for setting up the party and everyone for coming.

You could feel your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling too long, but as happy as you were, you felt your chest tighten a little bit as you watched Jared press his lips to the top of Gen’s head. The two had met on the show and gotten married only a few years ago. They could post on social media all the time, walk around Vancouver and Austin as they pleased. Must be nice, you selfishly thought as you walked toward the bar.

Ordering a beer, you turned and pressed your back against the oak bar, looking at all of your coworkers and friends. All the guys made it, Misha, Mark, and Rob, along with the crew. The only people you didn’t recognize must have been locals, either completely unaware of who you all were or being respectful enough not to bother you all too much.

It was amazing having everyone in the same room when you weren’t working. Ever since you joined the show in season three, no one hesitated to welcome you into the Supernatural family. The fans and the network embraced your character, and you loved coming into work everyday to slip into your character’s shoes. It was your dream role. But throwing a few back with everyone was a nice change of pace.

The last few years had been close to perfect, especially thanks to Jensen and Jared. They welcomed you with open arms from day one, and the three of you has been inseparable since. Jared became the brother you never had, or knew you wanted, and Jensen… Well, Jensen was his own case entirely.

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Bumping into you

A/N: hi guys!  I normally have a written first draft as a guide for my stories but this one I free formed it and this is the story that came out. I was trying for a sweet happy ending to Rae and Finns story if mmfd s3 has them break up and not end up together, I figured this would be one of many fics to change an ending like that. It turned out to be something different, more angst than I indented but I went with it. I may have overdone it on the ending but idk I’ll leave you lovely readers to be the judge. Any feedback will be appreciated  Sorry for any typos, grammar and spelling mistakes. So hope you like the story and hopefully its not to bad. Word count 6,099  Tagging for smut.

Tagging these lovely emus who wanted to be tagged for my stories

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Blind Date (A Cophine Fic)

Co-written with my partners in crime/internet lovahs tatarrific and cophinaphile (If I’m going down, you’re going down with me lol)

“You what!?”

Cosima smacks the heel of her hand on her forehead and wonders what evil demon compels her to keep participating in these weekly Skype check-ins with her friends.  At first it was a nice way to stay in touch with everyone now that Felix was back in the UK and Helena was off in some undisclosed location, but the sessions always inevitably devolved into frequent discussions about kegels, butt plugs shaped like deities, and, worse, Cosima’s love life (or lack thereof).

“I set you up on a blind date,” the computer image of Alison Hendrix repeats as slowly as possible, as if Cosima has no grasp of the English language. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

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inevitable-everything  asked:

You know, for some reason after I finished BLLB, I've been thinking about Adam's hair a lot? Like, who cuts it? I'll bet that before it was just his mom in the kitchen with scissors. It would probably look choppy but okay. But now, he probably just goes to a cheap place so he can save money, and I'm just imagining he gets a really bad haircut once, and Ronan is just like "NO. Even I can do better than this." and sits him down and fixes it.

This was an incredibly delightful thing to think about all afternoon while I was ordering images, so thanks! 

I see kind of a lot of fic where Adam or Gansey does Ronan’s shave for him, but I haven’t seen any (I don’t think, feel free to throw it right at me if you have any) where Ronan (or Gansey or Blue, not picky) cuts Adam’s hair. Which is a shame.

I bet a small town like Henrietta has an honest to god barber shop that’s left over from the last century and doesn’t cost much at all compared to the Great Clips or whatever, but is mostly used to doling out the old ‘high and tight’ or slightly floppy dad hair from the 50s and okay, Adam’s never been a cool hair guy, but neither of those looks are really what he’s going for. Still, it doesn’t cost what it could and they’re supposedly professionals or something, so he flips through the dated magazines in the waiting area and shows the guy the picture and in spite of this just ends up with a modified, longer version of slightly floppy dad hair from the 50s. But floppier. Like, the revenge of the floppening. He is Not Pleased by this, but he doesn’t know what to DO about it, because the guy technically did his job, so it’s not like he can not pay him. 

Anyway, he’s even more Not Pleased by this when he gets to Monmouth the next morning or something for forest times and Ronan and Noah are such dicks about it he eventually gives up and just ignores them for the rest of the day. The literal Adam Parrish silent treatment, which Ronan also makes fun of, until he starts to realize that Adam is actually not going to talk to him, on purpose. Adam, he knows, can hold a grudge. And Ronan really hates it when Adam doesn’t talk to him for a large number of reasons that have nothing to do with his stupid accent, thank you very much. Mainly, silence prickles Ronan. He prefers shouting. Shouting he can work with. Silence is an unknown quantity and it makes him uncomfortable. 

So after a long day of tromping through the woods he disappears into his bedroom while Gansey sees Adam and Blue off and lets all of them think he’s being a dick. (Or, you know, Blue would say with a shrug, Ronan.) Meanwhile he looks up hair cutting tutorials on YouTube and tears the apartment apart looking for a pair of scissors. He finally ends up stealing Gansey’s crafting scissors, which have glue on them, and maybe glitter, but Ronan figures it doesn’t matter and wipes them against his jeans until they’re good as knew. Then he sets out on his mission, armed with pointy objects and just enough knowledge about hair cutting to get him and the cut-ee in trouble, which obviously also makes him dangerous. 

Adam doesn’t open the door at first, but Ronan is persistent and loud, so Adam finally gives in, mumbling about how he’d like to eventually sleep at night, Lynch, what on earth is your damage? Ronan merely brandishes the scissors at him and Adam very seriously says ‘NO’ and Ronan equally as seriously says ‘YES’ and pushes past him into the apartment and into the bathroom. 

When Adam catches up with him Ronan has his phone on the corner of the sink with a video queued and is standing in Adam’s bathtub still in his shoes. He snips the scissors at Adam menacingly and Adam gives a long suffering sigh and sits down on the edge of the bathtub. Because here’s the thing. He’s mad at Ronan for being a dick, but he’s also mad at himself for being in this hair situation to begin with. Adam Parrish is NEVER going to apologize to himself. Ronan is never going to apologize to him either, but Ronan WILL do something stupid to try and make Adam hate himself less, which is probably more of an apology than Adam ever deserves, given how he gives Ronan just as much shit as he gets, it just happened to be his day on the receiving end. 

Adam doesn’t have a towel he wants to lose to tiny, itchy hairs, so he just squirms out of his shirt and drops it on the floor, thinking it will be easy to brush hair off his naked shoulders and back and not thinking at all about Ronan, whose breath catches when Adam does it and who stands behind him for a very long time before doing anything. Adam sits and waits for him to move, stewing a bit in the tension and trying to place that slippery feeling in his gut. Finally Ronan picks up his phone and watches part of the video and then puts it down again and begins to cut. 

The scissors are not good hair cutting scissors, so the cuts are not clean, but Adam doesn’t suppose that matters. He’s seen more ragged ends on boys who probably paid $150 for a haircut, and if nothing else he looks more natural than he had that morning. He’s back to being boring, someone who can fly under the radar, which is exactly what he wants. He wipes the hair off his shoulders and chest and back into the tub and Ronan watches him do it, but doesn’t reach to touch him or help. Instead he stands with his head slightly bent under the shower head and his hands behind his back. He looks incredibly strange in Adam’s tub fully clothed, but Adam is definitely not ready for the follow up thought to that, so he just finishes and puts his shirt back on. 

When they’re back in the middle of his room, where the tension has enough space to shift and dissipate some, he eyes Ronan up and down trying to decide what to say. ‘Thank you’ is out of the question, because they’re them. He doesn’t know how to say it any more than Ronan knows how to accept it. So instead he says, ‘I’ll write your essay on Hemingway’. And Ronan says ‘thank fuck.’ And that’s that. 

They absolutely do not make a habit of this and Adam absolutely does NOT shave Ronan’s head with the long guard on his electric razor one afternoon when they’re bored and they never tell any of the others about this because there is NOTHING to tell. 

A box of chocolates (part 2)

Part 1

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“What about this one?” I ask my best friend y/bff/n.

“YES! You look super hot in that one..Just like how you looked in all the others, but this one has a bit more flare..So definitely that one!” She says with a huge grin.

“Alright, can you help me with my hair and makeup?”

“Yup! Lets get you all dolled up!”

We walk into my bathroom and I take a seat on the closed toilet cover.

“So who’s mister boss man hmmm?” y/bff/n says with a smirk as she starts to apply the liquid foundation on my face.

“His names Luke, and I met him when I was working at the bar last sunday.. We started talking and he actually asked about my day! I was shocked nobodys ever done that, and then we talked about what we have in common and it was great! He’s so kind and really cute an-”

“Whoa, I get it he’s your prince in shining armor!” y/bff/n interrupts me

“Sorry, im just really happy he asked me out.” I say as my cheeks turn bright red.

“I bet you’re excited! I mean picture going up to his office and him fucking you on his desk.. You lucky little bitch.” She says while applying the last of my make up and plugging in the curling iron.

“Oh my god y/bff/n! Shut up, I just met him!” I say while looking at her with a shocked smile.

“Oh you know you’ve been thinking about that since you first saw him.. ‘Oh luke..oh yes daddy fuck me!’” She fake moans while taking pieces of my hair and curling it.

“Oh my god..” I mumble while covering my face with my hands.

Y/bff/n laughs at me as she sprays some hairspray on the curls that she finished and turns the iron off.

“But…What about..” Y/bff/n starts.

“Y/ex/n, ya she showed up at the bar last night when Luke asked me out.. Actually right when I told her to leave and she walked away, thats when I turned around and ran into him, then he asked me out.” I say while walking out of the bath room and putting on my black heels.

“What if she finds out? You know she’ll freak out and chase Luke away..” She says with a serious look on her face.

“I’m gonna tell Luke about it, but for now I’ll try to keep her from finding out.”

“How are you gonna keep your stalker from finding out you’re dating somebody?” 

“I don’t know..I don’t know…”

                                 ~~~

I show up at the diner and see Luke already sitting at a booth, swirling his straw around in his water glass nervously. 

“Hello.” I say as I sit on the opposite side of him in the booth, giving him a small smile.

“H-hi..” He says as he looks me up and down ,” You look…G-great.” He stutters out.

“Thank you, I could say the same to you.” I reply with a little giggle.

I look down at my dress happy with my choice in attire.

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“Wait so you’ve never seen Forrest Gump?!” I ask in disbelief.

“Nope.” Luke says with a laugh

“I love that movie, you have to see it! The saying in it is so true!”

“Whats the saying?”

’Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.’

“That is very true actually..” Luke says with a small laugh.

Luke and I continue our conversation, we order or food and drink iced tea and after we finish we decide to walk around town for a bit.

“I have a quick question..You don’t have to answer it but I just would like to know..” Luke says to me as we walk along the side walk of a quiet neighborhood. 

“Go ahead..” I say with a comforting smile, so he knows I don’t mind.

“I over heard you talking to your ex yesterday, what do you mean by having a restraining order against her?” He asks while looking down at his moving feet.

“Um.. Well I dated her for a about 3-4 months, then she started to become very clingy and would start to follow me to my work and everywhere to be exact.. She started to search through my belongings and became paranoid of the fact that I would leave her and that we’re supposed to get married.. So I left, I old her we’re over and packed my things… Later on I started to go back into dating and when I was seeing this other girl, I started to get these notes at my front door and the girl I was seeing was getting death threats… The girl I was seeing went to the police and so did I and that’s when I realized it was y/ex/n, she was stalking me ever since I left. She moved into the apartments near my place and was watching me, she was still following me to work, and she started to get into my social life and my dating life. So when I had enough evidence to get a restraining order, I went to the police and got one.”

“Wow… Im glad you did that, that was really brave in a way.” Luke says as he stops to face me and he places his hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eyes.

“I really want this to work out, but I get it if you don’t wanna see me anymore.” I mumble, looking down at my feet so I wouldn’t have to meet his gaze.

“Hey..” Luke says as he lift up my chin so I can look back into his baby blue eyes,” I don’t care if I get death threats from your crazy ex, all I want is to be with you and nobody will get in the way of that.. Except you, because im not some crazy clingy person like her.” Luke says with a little laugh.

I wipe away the little tear that was rolling down my cheek and smile at Luke, I place my hands on his shoulders and pull him in for a hug. He holds me close, his face in my hair and my head on his chest. We embrace each other for a bit as we stand on the sidewalk for a while, not caring about the world and our problems. Luke holds my waist and I look up at him as he places his forehead on mine. We look each other in the eyes and lean in. I close my eyes as Luke does the same and our lips barley touch, I graze my upper lip across Luke’s bottom lip and pull away. Luke looks at me shocked, yet happy and sad. I let out a little laugh and wiggle out of his grip, walking away from the blond giant.

“Come on mister boss man… Its getting late!” I say as I turn around and continue walking away from him and he starts to catch up.

             ~~~Next Day~~~

I hear the sound of my ringtone as I still lay in my bed, trying to ignore it and sleep. I think about it, but then I realize that everyone I know, knows I work at night and not to call me in the morning… So the only reason (A/N 5sos pun, wassssuuuup..) someone would call is an emergency… I sit up and grab my phone, not bothering to see who is calling and answer it.

“Hello?!” I ask

“Y/n, hey its Luke!”

“Luke? Why are you calling me- Wait no, how the hell did you get my number?” 

“Oh, ya I called the bar and asked for your number and if you could have today off.”

“What!? Luke whats so important that I had to miss work today?”

“I want you to come to the office… “

“Why?”

“Becaauuuse..” Luke says with a small giggle

“Becaaauuusse what?” I reply with a laugh.

“I kinda wanna show you off..” Luke mumbles in the phone

I can’t help the blush that grows on my face as I bite my bottom lip.

“Alright, I’ll be there.. But where do you work?”

“Hemmings inc.” 

“Wait.. You mean you work for the Hemmings? The biggest home manufacturing company in the US?” 

“Ya, actually.. Im the owner, my full name is Lucas Robert Hemmings.. People here call me Mr. Hemmings, but you get to call me Luke.”

“Oh yay! I feel so special! I get to call you Luke, can I call you by your other name?”

“And what is my other name?” Luke says with a laugh

“Shit bag..” I say with a little giggle

“I like it, and yours will be..?”

“Main bitch or Queen, I honestly prefer you calling me Queen.”

“I was expecting you to say mistress actually..”

“Oh thats your kink! Little Lukey likes to be dominated!”

“Shut up.” Luke says with a little giggle, practically hearing the blush through the phone.

“I’ll see you soon Luke..” 

“See ya soon Y/n..”

I hang up the phone and start to get dressed, putting on a nirvana t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans because I don’t care what the people at his company will think about me. I grab my phone, my wallet and my car keys so I can go to Luke’s work… A lot of people wonder why I have a car but don’t drive to work but its just that the bar is in the downtown area and parking ain’t free. I step out of my apartment and lock the door, but when I turn around I look down and see a piece of paper on the ground in front of my place. I reach down and unfold it to see cut out letters from magazines forming sentences. I read the letter and feel my throat become dry.

‘You think I don’t know?’

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