just gonna leave this here and go to sleep

Is There A Reason You’re Naked In My Bed?

Originally posted by justwhatevermark

Drabble Game #12 - Mark Tuan/Suggestive


2:19 AM. That’s what the clock on the wall read. You and Mark were the last ones awake. The floor and couch in your apartment were littered with the sleeping bodies of the rest of the boys.

“Look at all these lightweights. Can’t even handle a few simple drinking games,” Mark joked as he looked around the room. “I hope it’s okay that we stay here?”.

You chuckled. “Guess I don’t really have much of a choice do I? I’m not about to wake the sleeping bear, are you?”

Mark clasped his hand over his mouth, muffling his laughter as you pointed to JB propped up against your recliner, mouth wide open as he snored.

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He has the brightest cheeks, and he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, my eyes were glued to him the entire concert. I’m still in shock, I can’t believe I had him so close (I’ll upload more pictures later, and some videos too I’m so exhausted rn!)

Tonight, I fell in love a million times with Kim JunMyeon, and it feels great, I’ve never been happier 💖.

Up in flames

A/N: First off, yikes. In this fic Sam & Jess have been together since freshman year at Stanford. After almost three years of dating, Jess finds out that she’s pregnant. They somehow balance school and parenthood and are doing a pretty great job at it when Dean comes crawling through the window Halloween night…This does not follow the pilot episode of SPN.

This is my entry for @daughters-and-winsisters writing challenge.

Warnings: Angst, character death.

Sam x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Niece!Reader   Sam x Jess

Hearing a crashing noise coming from the front room Sam leaped out of bed. He glanced at Jess to make sure she was okay before he slowly walked out of his room. Carefully walking down the hall, avoiding the creaky parts of the wooden floor, Sam opened the door to his nearly six month old daughter’s nursery. He reached over and placed his hand on your chest; feeling his hand rise with your breaths as he looked around the room.

Satisfied that you were safe, Sam left your room and made his way into the living room. However, as soon as he walked in he was attacked, he was quickly pinned to the ground but as he looked up at his attacker he realized it was none other then his older brother, “Dean?”

After a few more words were exchanged, along with Sam flipping Dean over onto his back, proving he wasn’t rusty, the boys stood and stared at each other. Sam was in shock that his brother was standing in front of him, he had a million questions which were interrupted when Jess flipped the light on.

“Sam?” She asked sleepily.

One awkward introduction and a few moments of silence Sam was about to question why Dean was there when your cry was heard from down the hall. Dean whipped his head over at Sam, wondering why there was a baby in the apartment.

“I’ll get her.” Jess told Sam with a smile.

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TROUBLE WILL FIND ME SENTENCE MEME.

all taken from the national’s 2013 album.
anything in parentheses can be added to the original sentence.

  • don’t make me read your mind.
  • you should know better than that.
  • i should leave it alone but you’re not right.
  • can you turn the tv down?
  • i’m going through an awkward phase.
  • can i stay here? ( i can sleep on the floor. )
  • it’s a sign that someone loves me.
  • i have only two emotions – careful fear and dead devotion.
  • i’m not alone. ( i’ll never be. )
  • you keep a lot of secrets.
  • you’re fireproof.  it’s just the way you are.
  • nothing breaks your heart.
  • if i stay here, trouble will find me.
  • hey ___, sorry i hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don’t they?
  • i could walk out, but i won’t.
  • if you lose me, i’m gonna die.
  • let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love.
  • in my mind, i am in your arms.
  • you don’t think before you jump.
  • this is the last time.
  • just let me hear your voice. ( just let me listen. )
  • now i know what dying means.
  • i am not my rosy self.
  • if you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place.
  • there’s a science to walking through windows.
  • i’m having trouble inside my skin.
  • i’ll be a friend and a fuck-up.
  • i don’t need any help to be breakable, believe me.
  • i won’t need any help to be lonely when you leave me.
  • remember when you lost your shit and drove the car into the garden?
  • i need my girl.
  • i keep feeling smaller and smaller.
  • the surprise of the week is that i never heard the sound.
  • she wore blue velvet.
  • i didn’t ask for this pain. ( it just came over me. )
  • i love a storm, but i don’t love lightning.
  • i was coming back from what seemed like a ruin.
  • i’m so surprised you want to dance with me now.
  • you said it would be painless. ( it wasn’t that at all. )
  • there’s a lot i’ve not forgotten.
  • i don’t know why we had to lose the ones who took so little space.
#69 [Enzo Amore]

Requested, #69. “It just…hurts.” (Prompt from here.)

Author Note: So this is actually from a part of a story I wrote way back when Enzo first got injured on the Payback 2016 PPV. When I got this prompt, it was the perfect reason to finally finally finish this. It’s long and fluffy and I’m not sorry.

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You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world as you ran through the back hallways of the arena, attempting to make your way to the car bay.

You’d been in your locker room, finalizing getting ready in your ring gear, when Nattie had come in, asking if you’d been watching the current match. Truth be told, you’d been so busy being in your hometown, visiting with people and making appearances, that you hadn’t remembered to turn on the closed-circuit TV. You were too focused on getting ready for your own title match that night on the PPV.

But all it took was one sentence from Nattie for all of your focus to shift entirely away from anything to do with you.

“Enzo got hurt in his match.”

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jacktrippers  asked:

prompt: In "Detour", Scully sings "Joy to the World" to a wounded Mulder, to stay awake and comfort him (we all know that was part of it. let's just admit it.) What if the situation was reversed? What would Mulder sing to her?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m not sure this is exactly what you were thinking, but this is what came to my mind. I’d put in season 6? Maybe.

“Does this remind you of anything?” Mulder, very carefully, draws Scully closer to him. Her coat rustles; the thick layers don’t provide enough warmth for her shivering body. It’s the shock, she told him a few minutes ago. Ever the doctor, his Scully. Right now she’s a petulant patient, though.

“No,” she replies, her teeth chattering, “should it?”

“I’m wounded, Scully. Remember the mothmen case in Florida?” Scully groans and he takes it as a yes. The scene is eerily similar: stranded in the woods, thanks to him, and one of them injured in need of warmth and comfort. The only difference is that this time it’s Scully who is in pain.

“We really should bring sleeping bags next time.” He chuckles at her remark before he turns serious again. “How is your leg?” Scully isn’t prone to injuries the same way he is and Mulder wishes he’d been ahead of her. He would have tripped over the tree root and then fallen right into a hidden trap. Scully insisted on being fine at first, unsurprisingly, but when they stopped and she inspected her leg, there was a gaping cut and her ankle swollen. Which is why, once again, they’re trapped in the forest, swallowed by darkness.

“I’ll live.” His little trooper.

“You need to sleep, Scully.” He maneuvers her even closer, providing all the warmth he can give her. She feels light as a feather on him. She sighs as she cuddles against him, the absence of any protest proving how exhausted she is. When she draws her leg closer, she winces.

“You will be fine, right?” He should be the one assuring her that everything would turn out all right. But he deals in hope and dreams, and she is the medical doctor.

“Yes, Mulder. The cut isn’t deep and it’s not infected. My ankle is merely sprained. I’ll be fine.“

“Good. That’s good…do you want me to tell you a story?”

“Hm, no,” Scully’s voice is thick with sleep; Mulder hopes the ibuprofen she had with her helps alleviate the pain to a degree so she can get some rest, “you made me sing… when we were in the forest like this. You made me sing.” Mulder smiles; she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t carry a tune. What she doesn’t know though is that he can.

“I’ll sing to you,” he whispers into the cool night, “but it won’t be Joy to the World.” She mumbles something against his thigh and he puts his arms around her tightly.

“Just pretend,” he begins singing, his voice low; he sure isn’t Elvis, but he’s better than she is, “I’m holding you… and whispering things soft and low.” She is quiet against him; the shivering has stopped for now.

“And think of me, how it’s gonna be. Just pretend I didn’t go… when I walked away, I heard you say if you need me, you know what to do. I knew it then, I’d be back again. Just pretend I’m right here with you.”

“Don’t need to.” Scully’s voice is soft against him, barely above a whisper. He leans his head down, her hair almost tickling his nose.

“Sleep, Scully.”

“Hm. But don’t need to… pretend. You’re here, Mulder. Here with me.” She can’t see it, he knows, but he smiles anyway and he nods. He’s here and he’ll never leave her. Not willingly.

“Chorus?” She asks sleepily and it sounds like she’s smiling, too. He hopes she is as he continues singing to her, never stopping once until he’s certain she is asleep.

Shameless - [EXO] Mafia!Sehun Au

Originally posted by luhaven

[A/N] The boss. And his right hand man.

Digging your keys in the knob, you had to push the door with all your body for it to open completely because the top screw had severed due to rust and you yet have the time to fix that.

Calling the landlord would take years, and he will cut off from the deposits you pay when you first moved in so you figured that, fixing yourself would be faster and much more efficient. It would have been easier if you called your brother, but he’s away in the army in the west coast of the country, working as air force member, 8 hour drive from there to here.

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“Here’s looking at you, Keith.”

Because I somehow got “he’s looking at Keith" and the “Here’s looking at you, kid” line from Casablanca mixed up and this AU wouldn’t leave my mind so I just HAD to draw it or else I couldn’t sleep…

Also, this thought is now the reason I finally drew something after TWO YEARS OF NOT WANTING TO EVEN LOOK AT A PEN AND PAPER WOOOOH

Bad Idea

Summary: Harry loves the idea of strip poker drunk, not so much sober and definitely not when his drunk suggestion gave his friend the wrong idea. Based off of 132 from this list,  “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk

Warnings: A little unwarranted touching, some cursing, mentions of stripping but no actual stripping. 

Requested: Yes.

I made up my own friend of Harry’s because I feel like all the real friends of his wouldn’t do this. And in the request I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be in the same night or next day when Harry’s sober, so I made it the same night because that made more sense to me.

This turned into me writing Harry drunk, but don’t worry, I got the request in there. Sorry if it’s not exactly what you asked for. 


Harry’s drunk, you thought, and now I’ll have to take care of him tomorrow. He had an arm wrapped loosely around your waist while talking to his friends, and you had zoned out a few minutes ago much more focused on your plans for tomorrow.

“Y/N?” Harry leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder, “What do you think?” 

You push his head away, smiling at the pout he gives you, “I zoned out, what do I think about what?” 

Harry’s friend, you think he had said his name was Zach, laughs while looking you up and down. His eyes land on where Harry’s hand is resting on your hip before he looks back up at you, “Harry thinks I should get over Erin by getting under somebody else.” Zach winks and you cringe turning to see Harry’s reaction, but his eyes are glassy and he’s watching you with a dopey smile, he hadn’t seen the wink. 

“I think everybody has their own way of moving on.” You smile politely, stepping closer to Harry, “And if sex is your way then go ahead, there are plenty of people here tonight.” 

Zach opens his mouth to respond but Harry starts to pull you away, “I just saw Mary walk in, we haven’t seen her in months! We’ll see you later!” Harry waves with his free hand as the other pulls you across the room towards your friend. 

“Zach is a little too flirty, don’t you think?” You mumble as the two of you come to a stop, waiting for Mary to finish her conversation with somebody else.

Harry looks down at you and shrugs, “Zach s’always been a flirt,” He says, some of his words sliding together, ““s jus’ the way he is.” 

You nod, pushing the thought of Harry’s friend to the back of your mind as Mary pulls you into a hug, “I’ve missed my favorite couple!” She presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling Harry down and pressing one to his as well. As Mary pulls you two into conversation, telling story after story of her adventures the thought of Zach completely disappears. 

Eventually the three of you along with several of Harry’s other friends end up occupying a couch in the living room. More drinks are passed around and Harry has begun telling his favorite drunk story of how the two of you go lost walking to your apartment and met a fortune teller.

You’re in his lap, an arm still wrapped around your waist and beer in his other hand as he talks. He’s waving his arm rapidly as he tells the story, so some of his drink is spilling on your lap and splashing onto people’s arms, “’m gonna take that from you.” You whisper to him and he nods, letting you take the beer and place it on the table next to the couch. 

“Then she flipped my palm over an’ traced this line,” Harry speaks slower when he’s drunk, you realize as you listen to a story you’ve heard a thousand times, “an’ what did she say? Y/N, do you remember what she told me?”

You shake your head, “I don’t, sorry Harry.” 

Harry frowns and looks down at his palm, “Well, shit.” 

Mary laughs at Harry’s troubled expression and places a hand on his elbow, “How about instead of listening to this riveting story, we play a game.” 

Everybody around you nods and Harry perks up, “’ve got an idea.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his other arm around your waist. 

“What is it?” You press a kiss to his forehead and he beams up at you, his arms tightening around you. “We should play strip poker.”

“I suck at poker.” You frown and Harry smirks, “I know, that’s why we should play.” 

“Shut up, you wouldn’t be saying that if you weren’t drunk.” You try to pull his arms off of you so you can stand. 

“How about regular poker?” Mary offers, giving you a reassuring smile, “There are way too many people with camera’s here to play strip poker, Harry.” 

Harry lets go of you and frowns as you stand up, “Where are you going?” You stick your hand out to him and smile, “You’ve had too much, it’s time to go to bed unless you want an even worse hangover tomorrow.” 

Harry takes your hand and stands up, “Am I gonna get laid?” he tries to whisper, but fails. Your friends laugh and whistle but you shake your head, “Not tonight, you loser.” 

You stop in the kitchen to get Harry water, ”’m tired.” he mutters as he sips from the glass you had given him. 

“I know, ‘s why I’m taking you to bed.” You turn to smile at him before leading him towards the bedroom. He nods, but doesn’t verbally respond as you unlock to bedroom door and walk him to the bed. He wraps himself up in the comforter and smiles softly at you, “Join me?” 

You run a hand through his messy hair while shaking your head, “I’m gonna go hang out for a bit, make sure people leave and aren’t here all night.” 

“Will you be back?” he mutters sleepily, your hand in his hair slowly lulling him to sleep. “I will, no more than two or three hours, I promise.” 

Harry nods as you pull your hand from his hair, just an hour, you think, then I’ll come to bed. 


It’s pushing three in the morning, and you had left Harry almost three hours ago. People had left, and now there was only you and your friends sitting in the living room playing a round of non-strip poker. 

“You weren’t lying, you really do suck,” Mary laughs as you put down another set of bad cards and she pulls the betting pool (a hair tie, watch, twenty dollar bill and packet of fruit snacks.) towards her. 

“Shut up.” You look down at your phone, 3:02, “I should probably go to bed, I promised Harry I’d be back by now.” 

“Don’t think you’ll have to do that.” Mary smiles and you give her a confused look, until you feel someone sit beside you. “I’m awake.” You look and Harry smiles tiredly at you, “Missed you.” He sounds more alert, and looks more sober than drunk, sleeping must have helped, you think. 

“It’s only been three hours, you baby.” You blush as he nuzzles his face into your neck, “I missed you too.” 

“You two are sickening.” Somebody, Alex you think, groans. 

You laugh and turn to look at everybody, “One more round?” When they nod you turn to look at Harry, “I was thinking strip poker.” 

“Why were you thinking that?” He glares past you, at Zach, who was smirking as he looked you up and down, “It’ll be fun, Harry.” Zach smiles at him when he says this and Harry turns back to you. 

“It was your idea,” You laugh, his and Zach’s exchange going unnoticed by you. “Said you loved playing strip poker with me.” 

“When we’re alone,” He mutters, pulling you closer to him, “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

Zach leans over from his spot next to Mary, and places a hand on your thigh, “I’d loved to play strip poker, Y/N.” You look at his hand in shock before Harry forcefully removes it. 

“Don’t touch her.” Harry spits as you lean closer to him. He places a protective hand on your leg and Zach raises his in mock surrender, “Was only a joke, mate.” 

“Not a funny one, pal.” Harry places emphasis on the word and Alex places a hand on his shoulder before standing up. 

“Maybe it’s time to go, it’s really late.” He mutters, offering a hand to Mary who takes it and stands up, “Yeah, we’re all tired and drunk, let’s go.” She agrees.

You and Harry both stand and dust yourselves off as his friends begin to gather their things. The air is tense when Zach turns to you and smiles sweetly before placing an arm around your shoulders, “You’re welcome to come home with me, have some more fun.” 

Harry steps forward, as if to fight, but Alex stops him as you shake Zach’s arm off. “Fuck off.” Harry says to him as Alex pulls Zach away from you and out of your apartment. Harry pulls you into him, you wrap your arms around his waist as he whispers, “What a prick.” 

“I told you so.” You mutter, thinking back to your earlier questioning of Zach.

Harry laughs, “Yeah, you did.” He presses a kiss to your hair and you smile softly, you really did love this fool. 


Hi! It’s me again, I hope you like this and that it fit your request! 

Request from prompt lists, I have one reblogged and I linked it in my opening thing. Also, I love notes, I didn’t expect my writing to get more than 10-15 notes and getting 100+ on my first piece and like 40+ on my last one was so cool, so thank you!!

Thank you for reading and have a good day! 

“He's absolutely wasted. Good luck”// Conor Maynard Imagine

Warnings: N/a

Word count: 1k+

I was sound asleep. Well until my phone started ringing, but I ignored it. ‘They can wait’ I thought to myself. I turned over and started to drift back to sleep. That was until my phone started ringing AGAIN. I sighed heavily and sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. I looked at the caller I.d to see it was an unknown number. However, answered it anyways. 

“Hello?” I said. “Y/n,” A voice that I immediately recognized said. “Conor?” I asked. “That’s me!” He shouted into the phone. He was clearly drunk off his ass. “Conor it’s 3 am what do you want?” “Can you come pick me up?” He whispered into the phone. “What? No!” I said into the phone. “Call Jack or someone like that,” I said. “But I want you to pick me up,” Conor said. I sighed and gave in. “Fine, where are you?” I asked.

 He told me he was at a bar and he gave me a location. I forced my self to get out of bed and I pulled on a hoodie and leggings. I got into the car and drove to the bar. Conor was standing on the curb talking to some girls with a beer in his hands. He saw my car and he smiled. “Girls I gotta go, my lady is here,” He said opening the passenger door. “Throw that out before getting in here,” I mumbled in anger. He handed it to one of the girls, who immediately took a drink of it. He closed the door. “Seatbelt,” I reminded him. 

He fumbled with it for a while when I finally decided to get out and put it on for him. I closed his door and got back in the car. “You have a nice ass,” Conor commented. I ignored his comment and restarted the car. He stared at me kept trying to grab my hand. “Conor stop,” I mumbled again. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Conor staring at me. “Who’s phone did you call me off of?” I asked breaking the silence. He shrugged. “Some girl let me borrow her phone because mine is dead,” he said with another shrug. “How did you know my number?" 

"I still have your phone number memorized even though we haven’t talked  since we broke up and somehow I remembered it even though I’ve had like 5 beers and I know you’re pissed that you’re here at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive,” he boasted. I ran my hand through my hair. I parked in front of Conor, Jack’s and Josh’s flat.

 I got out of the car and helped Conor out. I walked him to the door if by walking you mean me dragging him to the door. “I’m guessing you don’t have a key?” I asked. “Nope,” he said popping the p. “Great,” I mumbled. I banged on the door quite loud. In a minute or two, the door opened. I saw Jack Maynard standing at the door. “What the fuck?” He said his voice raspy. “Here,” I said pushing Conor inside. “He called me to pick him up. He’s absolutely wasted. Good luck,” I said turning to leave. “Waittt come innn,” Conor said. I sighed not wanting to argue.

 "Conor just go to your room and go to sleep,“ I said. "Fineee goodnight love,” he said trying to kiss my cheek. I dodged it and crossed my arms. He frowned and walked into his room closing the door behind him. “I’m gonna go,” I said starting toward the door. “Wait y/n,” Jack said. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry, for him. He’s been like this ever since you guys broke up. I’ve never ever seen him like this. He always stays in his room or he’s out getting wasted,” he said. “Jack..” I trailed off. “Maybe you could work it out,” he suggested. “No. All we did was fight Jack. Do you think I enjoyed that? We fought over every little thing,” I said. He sighed. I let out a small yawn.

“Here,” he said walking into his room and grabbing pillows and blankets. “It’s almost 5, you can sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.” I nodded not wanting to drive home and took the pillows and blankets. I thanked him before he walked into Conor’s room. I laid down on the couch and started to think.

’“So you’re just going to ignore me?” Conor said getting mad. I stayed looking down, scrolling down Instagram. “You are so fucking childish and annoying!” Conor screamed. “I mean I guess I am. That’s what you told your friends right. That’s why 'we are having problems’ just get the fuck out!” I said standing and screaming. “Maybe I will!” He screamed. Anger boiled in my body. “Fuck you! I’m done. I can’t do this anymore,” I said. His whole face softened. “Wait baby n-no I’m sorry,” he said. Tears of anger and anguish streamed down my face. “We can work this out I promise. Please don’t just throw away everything we have,” he pleaded. “For 2 years Conor all we have done is fight, I love you so much but I-I just can’t,” I stuttered. “Y/n,” he said reaching out for me. I took a step and shook my head.’

I didn’t realize I was crying until my whole sleeve was wet. I looked up at the ceiling and wiped my eyes once more before falling asleep.


I woke up in someone’s arms and I looked to see it was Conor. “Oh uh sorry,”  he said trying to scoot away. I grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer. “I love you.” “I love you too,” he said. I leaned up and kissed his lips for the first time in a few weeks. Everything was there. I was still absolutely in love with him. His arms wrapped around me and I laid my head on his chest. I’m so in love with Conor Maynard and so always will be.

SasuSaku Month 2017
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Day 3- Chemistry
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Title
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Summary: AU- Sasuke and Sakura are famous movie stars that are secretly dating. They’re about to attend their own movie’s premier, and it will be hard to convince people that what happened on the screen was just acting.
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Okay… This fic is the fruit of shipping real people, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t do this, okay? My life was ruined by it, and even if I’m having the time of my life, I’m ashamed of myself for doing what I’m doing. They’re just too cute XD Anyway, if any of you have been into the whole Sprousehart thing, I’m sure you’ll understand this fic a bit better. And if you’ve seen Cole Sprouse’s interview the other day, I’m sure you’ll find Sasuke’s words familiar XD Well, I hope you enjoy this, and please, tell me what you think!

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Her hair was still soaked by the time she left bathroom of her hotel master-bedroom. Steam enveloped her whole figure, and a white, cotton robe hugged her body in the softest of the ways. The sun light was shyly entering through the partially opened windows, hitting the big, glass table, where a beautiful bouquet of white lilies rested inside a crystal jar. The card attached to it said ‘Good Luck’, and for some reason, she knew everything would be okay that day.

The hotel crew had been extremely kind for sending her those flowers, and also for all of the other things they had been providing her during her short stay in the city. They would always smile at her whenever she crossed the lobby, and even if she had insisted on paying for all the free food they had been giving her, the manager forbid her, threatening not to charge for her stay at all if she kept insisting.

It was their way to thank her for choosing them, the concierge would say, to which she would always answer with a smile followed by a sweet comment, such as ‘blame the breakfast cupcakes’.

For a famous movie star such as Haruno Sakura, only the best, they would tell her.

And they had, indeed, given her the best any hotel could’ve offered her in order to make sure she would always choose them whenever she was staying in Konoha, be it for an informal visit, or another movie premiere they knew the young star would eventually attend.

But as her stunning emerald eyes tenderly rested on her unmade bed, and on the practically naked man under her sheets, she remembered exactly why she chose that hotel.

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The Light

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words:  1589
Requested by Anonymous:  Can you do a Sam love confession where the reader has a near-death experience and gets shaken and kinda freaks out, but Sam is there to help her? Tysm 😘🙏💁 

Warning: Near death experience

A/N: If you want tagged in something, let me know.



          You walked out of the motel room and went toward the room Sam and Dean were sharing. You knocked a few times and then waited for one of them to answer the door. One of them was coming.

           “Hey,” Sam smiled when he saw you standing outside. He stood back to let you in, “You about ready to go?”

           You nodded, dropping your bag on the table, “Yeah. Can we get some food? I’d really like some food.”

           “Of course we can get food,” Dean said, “Who do you think you’re talking to?” he asked, looking at you like you were crazy.

           You grinned, “My bad.”

           “You look tired,” Sam said, looking at you, “You okay?”

           You nodded, “Didn’t sleep much last night. The people one the other side of me were having way too much fun.”

           “You should have come sleep in here,” Sam said, “We wouldn’t have minded.”

           You shrugged, “I’ll sleep in the Impala after we get breakfast.”

           The guys nodded and the three of you headed out to the car to head to get breakfast and then make your way back to the bunker.

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His Cologne (Zach Dempsey X Reader)

Once again you were going to your boyfriends house. You honestly just go there to take naps because you find comfort in his company. As you ring the doorbell he opens the door, might I add shirtless. You obviously stared at his toned chest and his abs. “Like what you see babe?” “Yes sir” You said while still staring. He just laughed and embraced you in a hug. Immediately you smelled his cologne which you loved! You walked in and felt someone picking you up. “ZACH PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW” You yelled while letting out a small laugh. He ignored you and he kept on walking towards his room. Once you guys arrived to his room he threw you onto his bad. You let out a small squeal, soon enough he jumped on top of you and attacked you with kisses. “I missed you” He said into your neck. Those little kisses soon turned into long ones and then before you knew it you two were having a heated make out session. He lowered down to your neck were you knew soon enough there would be a hickey. “Zach” You moaned, as he kept sucking on your soft spot. You two were interrupted by a knock on the door. Zach sighed annoyed and opened the door. “What?” He said irritated that they interrupted the heated make out session. It was his mom, “Geez no need to give me attitude, just wanted to let you know that me and you father won’t be here for dinner. We’re gonna go out it’s our anniversary.” “Alright, is it okay if Y/N sleeps over?” His mom didn’t even notice you were there, she looked into the room and smiled. “Of course she’s always welcomed here.” She smiled and walked away. Zach turned around and walked over to the bed. “Let’s finish where we left off.” He said soon enough kissing your neck again. You moaned once again. Yup that was going to leave a hickey you though. “Zachhhhh you know how my parents are with hickeys.” you said softly. “It lets everyone know you’re mine.” Your hands wandered all over his toned chest, at times they transitioned to his hair where you’ll lightly tug it. “Zach I’m gonna get in trouble if my parents see a hickey, even more if there’s more than one.” You said. “Fine,” His lips then connected to yours. You guys kept making out for a couple more minutes. “Can we watch Netflix and cuddle?” You asked, you loved doing that with him. “Sure baby whatever you want.” He put on Netflix you guys chose a movie to watch and started cuddling. “I love you.” He whispered. “I love you too babe.” You responded while giving him a peck. You cuddled into him and before you knew it you fell asleep to the scent of his cologne.

Originally posted by joeck

@tiffafany and I are weak for parental!Klance…


“Come on, Takashi, it’s okay… you’re gonna wake your Papa if you keep crying…”

Keith helplessly rocked the tiny human in his arms, cupping the back of the baby’s head in his palm. Takashi’s feathery dark hair tickled the stretches of skin between his fingers.

Takashi continued to wail like it was going out of style.

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Forever | 14: Remember, Part 1

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1136

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Chadwick Boseman, RDJ, Anthony Mackie

A/N: A new update, yay!!! The second part of this chapter will be posted later tonight! I’ve also decided to tag some people I noticed liking/reblogging the previous parts, but if you’d rather not be tagged, please let me know!! and if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message! Also, in the next 2 chapters //including this one// flashbacks will be noted with dates and/or times, just to help you guys not get confused/lost!

 please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :) 

Forever | 13

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A Little Fall Of Rain

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Inspired by A Little Fall Of Rain, from Les Mis

Warnings: Angst, tears, death, language…i’m so sorry…don’t hurt me…

A/N: This is really sad but I’m also really fucking proud of it

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Originally posted by hughvaljean

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The noise of the battle seemed to fade out, leaving your scream of pain to burst through the silence and take centre stage. Peter froze in place, staring in horror at you as time seemed to halt. His eyes drifted from the shocked expression on your face, to the red stain blossoming from the bullet wound on your abdomen.

“What have you done?” he whispered, catching you as your knees buckled beneath you, lowering you to the ground so that your back was against his chest. You chuckled weakly, hissing at the pain it caused in your stomach.

“It would have been you if I hadn’t been here,” you told him. He let out a heartbroken laugh.

“That would have been better, (Y/N). Jesus Christ, where’s the team? Anyone on coms? (Y/N) needs a medic now!” he called desperately, pressing the device in his ear in vain in the hopes of getting a response.

“Pretty sure this would need more than just a few stitches, Peter,” you joked. “The team isn’t gonna get here in time.”

“Don’t say that,” he said sharply, stroking your hair from your face and trying to stop his hands and voice shaking. “You’re gonna be fine.”

A flash of lighting shot across the sky, probably from Thor. You winced at the brightness, and a sigh fell from your lips as rain started to fall in icy sheets. Peter tried in vain to shelter you, and you reached up to touch his cheek, smiling softly.

“Peter, don’t worry. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now.”

A sob caught in his throat, and he ducked his head to press a kiss to your forehead to try and hide his face.

“What can I do?” he asked desperately. “There must be something I can do.”

You screwed your face up in pain as you accidentally put strain on your wound. “Just…hold me please,” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t do that! Keep your eyes open, stay awake!” he begged, kissing your lips quickly in an attempt to wake you up. Your eyelids fluttered open weakly.

“What happened?” you whispered, frowning in confusion. “Where are we?”

Peter let out a shaky breath, and tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. “You had a bad dream. We’re on the roof of the tower, we were on a date and you fell asleep.”

You chuckled. “Sorry.”

A tear splashed onto your cheek, and you reached up to cup his face gently.

“Does it hurt?” he asked reluctantly, trying not to look at the wound. He could feel your blood seeping through his suit where you rested against him. He felt sick.

You shook your head, regretting it instantly as your world spun. “I’m okay,” you managed. “Just tired.”

“Don’t sleep,” he whispered. “Please stay awake.”

“I’ll t-try,” you coughed, and he rubbed your back soothingly, wiping his own tears away when your eyes were closed.

“Is she/he stable?” came Natasha’s voice in Peter’s earpiece. “The jet’s busted an engine, we can’t get to you for at least half an hour.”

“He/she’s not gonna last half an hour,” he whispered, trying to hide it from you. You frowned.

“Peter, you should go with the team. I’m fucked, but you can still get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you,” he said firmly, stroking your cheek tenderly. “Natasha, he/she’s dying. He/she’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.”

No reply came through his earpiece.

You couldn’t distinguish the raindrops from the tears on Peter’s face now, and you couldn’t stop shivering. You were so tired.

“Will you stay?” you whispered, suddenly scared of what was coming. “Until I’m…until I’m-,”

“Yes,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your brow. “I’ll stay until you’re sleeping.”

You smiled softly. “I love you, Spiderling.”

“Love you too, idiot,” he mumbled, running his fingers through your hair carefully. “Love you too.”

When he finally looked back into your eyes, they were glazed over and staring into space, your last smile frozen in place on your lips.

A/N: Sorry if I emotionally compromised you, please give me feedback in my ask box! Your feedback means the world to me