long hair clearly did not care

Byun Baekhyun//Dyeing To Meet You

Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it.
Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff
Word Count: 3,021

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Wilder - Part 1

Genrefluff/angst, dancecaptain!hoseok, highschool!au


Length: 11.7k

SummaryIf you asked anyone who Jung Hoseok was, they always said the same thing: bad boy, popular, heartthrob. Happiest person you’d ever meet. One winter later, Hoseok changed. He was a darkened echo of his former self, keeping out of the limelight and pushing away his closest friends with no explanations. Your best friend Eunjae, intrigued as to what had happened to her crush, forced you to find out the truth. Unwillingly, you stepped into the complex life of Hoseok, and you began learning and discovering what it really meant to be wild and free.

01 02 03 04 [End]

The whispers were everywhere, each rumour more incredulous than the next. Jung Hoseok got in trouble with the police, was one you heard. JungHoseok cheated on his girlfriend. Jung Hoseok is a criminal.

By the end of the day, you’d heard enough about Jung Hoseok, and all you wanted to do was go home and put on a movie. You’d heard of him before then, of course you’d heard of him. The real question was, who hadn’t? He was a notorious bad boy, the leader of mischief, but could talk his way out of trouble with his witty humour and a few cheeky smiles thrown in.

You couldn’t care less. You’d never spoken to the guy, nor had any interest in what he got up to outside of school. Your best friend, Eunjae, told you it was because you were too uptight.

“You never break the rules,” she complained once, stuffing her running shoes in her locker, along with a yellow detention slip that joined the plethora of others underneath her stack of books. “Turn up a minute before the bell, never forget your kit, homework done the day after it’s set.” She closed the locker with her eyebrows furrowed, turning her dark eyes on you disapprovingly. “Honestly, do you ever live a little?”

“Nope,” you replied happily, swinging your rucksack over your shoulders. “Detentions are horrible. Tell me, what was it this time?”

“None of your business,” she said, clicking her tongue. “But I heard Hoseok got in trouble today, so fingers crossed he’ll be joining me.”

If you didn’t have Eunjae, the most you’d know about Hoseok was his name. So when the rumours started spreading a few days after the beginning of term, you were convinced Eunjae would have all the facts, not even batting an eyelid at all the false information. From what you’d gathered over the course of the day, something had happened over the holidays, and Hoseok had been acting strangely ever since. Normally no one would’ve cared, except he’d begun wearing the school uniform for the first time ever, and he’d told his friends to leave him alone and had spent the whole day traipsing the corridors, his head hanging low. You could understand why the rumours began spreading, though; Hoseok and his friends were an unbreakable force, and you rarely saw them apart. But on that day, you caught glimpse of his best friend, Jeon Jungkook, staring unhappily at Hoseok as he sat on a bench by himself a few yards away, and even Kim Seokjin looked slightly lost when Hoseok walked by him without an ounce of recognition.

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haloless  asked:

72. “I’m yours, in every way possible.”

Dean is pacing. He’s been pacing, because the clock on the wall of his small dressing room is moving both much too slowly and much too quickly. Sam had been bitching at him for being so stressed, but as soon as Dean had turned to him and croaked the words, “I can’t do it, Sammy,” his brother had just left altogether.

Not that Dean can blame him. Swinging from bridezilla to having cold feet in the span of just the half hour it took him to get changed into his tux makes him a nightmare by anyone’s standards, he knows. At least with Sam gone, he thinks, there’s no one to make him feel like a spectacle while he has his meltdown.

Maybe he should leave. That would be best for everyone, wouldn’t it? There’s an emergency exit located between him and the room where the ceremony is going to be, and as soon as he’s through it, he would be home free. Everyone would be disappointed in him, sure, but it’s better to disappoint them now than later, right? Better no marriage than a failed one.

Just as he’s starting to debate the pros and cons of just running versus faking himself an excuse first—he could throw up? Cite an emergency hunt? Say he got a call from… Shit, who could he need to run out for who isn’t already waiting in the next room?—there’s a knock at the door. The sound has Dean going still instantly, and for the span of a few heartbeats, he’s rooted in place by terror.

He can’t do this he can’t do this he can’t—

And then he forces the panic down and storms over to wrench the door open, ready to shout down the person he’s sure is waiting on the other side.

“Sam, I really don’t want to—” Except, it’s not Sam. Dean shrinks back, his cheeks flaming red. “Oh. Uh. Hi, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean,” the angel greets, warm and affectionate in that way that he only ever is for Dean. “May I come in?”

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When Sparks Fly (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Originally posted by sweethoneybee1995

Poe isn’t used to getting jealous.

WARNING: One semi-NSFW part

You had a weakness for strong men. He had an ego that needed to be fueled, so it was no surprise that you were immediately drawn to each other. There were sparks in the air when you met. Literally. Poe had been fumbling around with some damaged wires in his fighter, but became immediately distracted when you walked past. So much so, that he didn’t notice the wires he was attempting to reconnect had begun spewing bright electrical bits to the point that a few shocks of energy landed on his sleeve, causing it to catch fire.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t noticed him upon first passing, as your nose was buried in some intercepted messages that you were trying to decipher, but his surprised yelp quickly caught your attention. A surge of adrenaline helped you think quickly, and soon enough, you’d tackled him to the ground while smothering the small flames with your jacket. It was a bit heartbreaking, losing a part of your wardrobe that you’d only had for a week, but his sheepish smile and cheesy joke made it all worthwhile.  

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Something New - ChrisMD*

Warnings: Smut 


Requested:Please please please if you take requests could you do one with ChrisMD where y/n and Chris are friends but always flirt with each other and they end up in bed but y/n is really dominant and into ruff sex like spanking, hair pulling and choking and at first Chris is really surprised but then really likes it which surprises her then? I’d love you forever! I just reeeeeally need some Chris smut 

 A/N:I changed it from friends to them already being together, I hope that’s okay!



It stated out purely innocent, but what was supposed to be a cuddly night in with your boyfriend quickly changed to something more, he was sitting up against the headboard in just his boxers as you were straddling his lap only in a matching underwear set
Your arms were hooked around his neck while his were running up and down your back and hips, kissing you deeply as you began to grind yourself over his clothed cock
His hands ran down to your backside, squeezing causing a small gasp to escape from your mouth to his making him chuckle slightly and run his tongue across yours  
He tapped your ass slightly, a moan leaving your mouth as he did causing him to do it again, harder this time letting a louder moan slip from your lips this time 

He pulled and looked at you for a second before speaking
 "What was that" he laughed, eyes roaming your face for any sort of indication

“What?” You spoke, a confused tone prominent in your voice 
His hand went down again and squeezed your ass making you giggle until his hand went back and he hit it harder, a loud yelp leaving your mouth mixed with a moan of his name 

 "Do you like that princess?“ He whispered into your neck biting it lightly, his voice laced in a teasing tone 

 "Chris” you breathed out as he pushed your hips down against his, grinding you down as he continued to assault your neck 

 "You in the mood to try something new baby?“ He spoke, his head leaving the warmth of your neck still pushing your hips against his 

“Like what” you breathed out, his hands sliding around up your back to your bra and undoing the clasp, and throwing it to the side somewhere 

 "I want to taste you” he whispered rubbing light circles on your clit over your panties

 "Please" you whimpered out 

 "Stand up baby girl" he pressed a kiss on your lips and let you get up, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed as you stood in front of him 

 He slipped your panties down your legs before pressing kisses down your stomach 

 "How about a new position?“ He asked, his eyes looking up and making contact with you as his hands ran up and down your thighs
 You gave him a confused look when he layed down on the bed 

 "Come here baby” you straddled his lap again, being pulled forward by your hips so you were straddling his chest before catching on to what he wanted 

 "You want me to, you want me to sit on your face?“ You asked, a slight whimper leaving your mouth at the thought 


 You moved up the bed once more so your hands were gripping on to the headboard and your dripping centre above his mouth before he attached his lips straight to your clit and grabbed your hips pulling you down onto his mouth 

 You moaned at his hands gripped your ass, moving your hips so you could grind against his flat tongue
One of your hands stayed gripped to the head bored as the other went down into his hair, pulling on it as his tongue slipping inside of you loud moans and whimpers falling from your lips as pleasure shot through your body 

 He licked up your slit a few times
“Careful princess” he whispered against you when your hand gripped his hair a bit too tight after his tongue pressed hard against you in one particularly long lick
 "Don’t want me to stop do you"
 You moaned at his words showing you clearly didn’t want him to stop 

 His hand moved and slapped against your ass again a yelp mixed with a moan leaving your mouth as he did, he chuckled at your reaction pressing his hands harder against your ass pushing your core closer to him as his licks became more frequent and powerful knowing you would cum on his tongue very soon

 Your thighs began to clench around his head, both of your hands now gripping on to the head board as your felt your orgasm approaching, his tongue moved back to your entrance pushing it in
 You let out a loud moan of his name as you felt yourself come undone on his tongue, he licked up cleaning you before lifting you and placing you on his lap 

Your head fell into his neck as he waited for your breathing to steady out, his hands running up and down your hips He lifted you off of him and stood up 

 "All fours baby girl" he slipped his boxers off as you got on your hands and knees
He climbed onto the bed behind you placing his hands on your hips running them down your thighs slapping the side of your thigh before grabbing his cock and running it down your slit circling your sensitive clit

 He pushed the tip in before grabbing a hold of your hips and pulling them back driving himself into you
 Continuing this action many times, his hands having a tight grip on your hips surely to leave his fingers prints there 

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good around me” you moaned at his words showing your appreciation for the praise

One of his hands running up your back to your neck gripping onto your hair before pulling it lightly, pulling your body up and into him so your back was pressed against his chest, your head leaned back against his shoulder moaning loudly at the new position, his cock thrusting deeper inside of you hitting against places he didn’t reach before 
One of his arms going around your stomach holding you in place and his other going to your clit rubbing fast harsh circles onto you before raising up and snaking his arm around your chest holding you into place back into his chest as he drove up into you
 His head dipped into your neck sucking and biting into it

 "Show me how good I make you feel, cum around my cock baby girl" his words made you clench around him, an intense orgasm hitting you instantly loud moans of Chris’ name uncontrollably falling from your mouth as you came undone around him, him shooting himself into you not long after

 He pulled out and let you collapse on the bed watching himself drop down your thigh chuckling to himself until he looked down to see a red hand mark on your ass 

 "Oh my god I’m so sorry" he had panic in his voice, confused you rolled over onto your back about to speak until you winced at a feeling from your backside

 "It’s okay" you giggled pulling him down to you and kissing him 

 "But that’s definitely something we should do again" 

 "Oh yeah definitely" you finished it off sealing your night with a kiss

Safe - Dean Winchester x Reader (Office AU) - Part 3

Title: Safe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,423

Warnings: Reader used to be one of Christian Grey’s submissives

Original Imagine: See here!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here!

A/N: Finally I have this up. Sorry for the delay I just had to rewrite it because, yeah, my pc is being a bitch. Anyhow, I know I made Christian a little bit of an asshole in this and I feel kinda sad. I guess he just needs love, not that I approve of what he did to Anna though.

Also, I am currently working on more of that Jensen one-shot as many of you asked so no worries ;)

Anyway, enjoy~! xx’

“He was my lover, Dean. Christian and I were lovers” you breathed out.

“Wh-what?” Dean stammered, breaking the silence that has surrounded you.

“He- He and I- We were romantically involved, if I could ever call that”  you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

“Oh” he said with no emotion. You looked up at him and saw him stare at you with an almost cold expression, his jaw was clenched and you could clearly see that he was… bothered? Why would he be bothered by you having an affair with with Christian, even in the past, unless… Unless he was interested in you?

You shook your head trying to dismiss the thought of Dean being even in the slightest bit jealous because he had feelings for you. No, that was only your wishful thinking. To Dean you were just an assistant, or even a good friend, but nothing more for sure.

“But I don’t understand, what made you want to quit your job with him then?” he asked in a rough voice.

“I-” you licked your lips “Things happened. But I should better start from the beginning” you saw him give you a small and reluctant nod and you continued speaking.

“When I started working with him I-” you let out a small sigh “I couldn’t deny that I was greatly attracted to him” you said.

Dean clenched his jaw at feeling pang in his chest.

“I mean, who wouldn’t be? He’s like one of the most wanted men in New York, along with you and Mr. Stark. Any woman would be attracted to him, much more when she would get to know him. I was no exception. His manners, the way he moved, the way he talked and treated me made me fall even harder for him. I-” you spoke but Dean cut you off for a moment.

“You were in love with him?” his voice was laced with disbelief and… pain. It was obvious when you saw the look of hurt on his face.

You averted your eyes from him and bit your lip “I- think I was, but you can never be sure right? Love is such a strong word and I-” you let out a nervous laugh “-I had never used it before, I have never used it at all. So I don’t really know if I was”

“But anyway-” you cleared your throat “I didn’t make a move on him, obviously. I am not that kind of girl and he was my boss. There was a high chance that he did not feel the same way, I was sure he didn’t. He had never responded romantically to any of the women that openly showed their attraction to him so why would he show any interest in me?”

“But he did” Dean pointed out.

You let out a sigh and nodded “Yeah. Yeah he did. It took me by surprise, really. I didn’t expect that from him but yet he did make a move on me. He asked me out. After almost one year of knowing him and being so close to him he had asked me out. I doubt I even thought of saying no at that moment. My mind screamed yes and sometimes I wonder if I screamed it as well” you let a small laugh “But we went out, anyway. Many more times in fact. Until of course we became a thing. We never said it openly but we both knew it. At least I thought so. And things were going good, really good in fact. He was amazing. The ideal guy. Sweet, romantic, gentle. Always caring and thoughtful. I couldn’t believe my luck, because certainly I couldn’t think I deserved all this.”

“But something happened, right?” he asked and letting out a sigh you nodded.

“Yeah, something… happened” you said hesitantly and looked down at your hands “He- Well, let’s just say that he wasn’t exactly what he let everybody believe he was.”

You glanced at Dean and then looked back down at your hands. There was not going back now “He had a much darker side to himself that he showed only to a few people. The ones that he wanted to, anyway, and of course the ones that were involved. He had what you could say… a double life. He…” you bit your lip, not knowing how you could say this.

“He what (Y/n)?” Dean sounded worried now. He was leaning in closer to you so that he could have a better look on your face, his brows were frowned.

“He was involved in the BDSM lifestyle, Dean” you breathed out, daring to look at Dean.

You saw his posture straighten and his muscles stiffen “What?” he asked, voice just as low as yours previously, his eyes almost wide.

“He- he was involved with the BDSM lifestyle, in the privacy of his Escala penthouse anyway” you repeated.

Dean merely stared at you for a good while, unable to form any words. You averted your eyes from his and looked down at your hands but his voice made your head snap to his direction soon “Tell me he didn’t ask you to…” he didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant.

“He- He proposed me to become his next Submissive and I- I-” you took in a deep breath “I accepted” you said.

“What?” Dean breathed out and you teared your eyes from him, unable to look at him anymore.

“I was young back then Dean. Not really young but still I- I didn’t know much about-” you let out a shaky sigh “I didn’t have much experience and although I was reluctant to agree I- I did. I didn’t know much and I-I didn’t know what Christian was capable of” you tried to justify yourself, some tears rolling down your cheeks as you thought back to that time. But mostly because of what Dean was going to think now of you. Was he probably disgusted at you? Did he hate you now? Did he not want to have anything to do with you? You regretted even speaking up in the beginning now. You-
Dean wrapped his arms tightly around you and pressed his body as close as possible to you “No tears, especially for him ok?” he said firmly yet softly, wiping out the tears from your cheeks “And no need to justify yourself to me.” he forced a small smile on his lips.

“Continue. And what happened next?”

“He-” you wiped a few tears, pulling away from Dean “He offered me a contract that outlined my role as a submissive, his role as a dominant, rules and limits. I didn’t understand much. I knew a few things but still- I guess nobody could have ever prepared me for what was to happen. He- Christian was much more… painful than I thought. It- Every time felt like torture, Dean, and I- there were moments that I would pass out from the pain. And the worst of all was that he seemed to be enjoying it. I stayed, though, thinking that things would probably chance that I- I would probably enjoy it as well, that no matter what it was still Christian and whenever I was with him we wouldn’t be doing… all of that. But things were not like that. He got more rough, praising me that I was one of his best submissives and saying that he would go easy on me. But he never did. And I- I just couldn’t take it Dean. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was as if I didn’t know that man anymore. He wasn’t the same person I had feelings for in the beginning and the pain- the pain never stopped Dean. It hurt so much that I couldn’t take it. I-I even began to have nightmares of him- of him doing-” you shook your head, letting out a trembling breath as sobs escaped your throat “I left. I ended the relationship and left him. Quit the job so that I wouldn’t see him anymore because the pain was and is too much to take. I tried forgetting but… the marks will be a constant reminder. I-” you were cut off by glass breaking.

You hadn’t realized in between your crying and talking how Dean had gotten up. You could now see the pure rage written all over his face, his fists clenched and him gritting his teeth to obviously stop himself from breaking anything more. A few bottles with whiskey were now on the floor in pieces as in a swift movement he had thrown them away from the table.

“The bastard” he growled and you found yourself scooting away in fear, even though his anger was not directed towards you.

“If I get him in my hands I swear I’m gonna rip his throat open” he growled and you bit your lip in fear. His calm and collected behavior fading away immediately. And it scared you because you had never seen him like this before. Never.

“That son of a bitch” he grumbled and you could literally see the veins in his head pop up from his anger.

“No, please Dean- I mean, Mr. Winchester. There is no need for you to be angry. It’s- it’s not important” you mumbled the last part mostly to yourself but of course he heard it.

“It’s not important?!” his voice was laced with disbelief “What the hell are you even talking about (Y/n)! The hell it isn’t important! That bastard- he- he abused you. That two faced son of a bitch abused and you- you-” he let out a trembling breath “You think you deserved it, don’t you?” he ended up asking, his eyes wide as he came into that realization.

“I- It’s not his fault. I agreed to it, he didn’t force me into anything. It’s my fault.” you muttered, brushing a few tears from your face.

“What the fuck are you just saying?!” he roared and you couldn’t help but flinch at the tone in his voice “You can’t just be taking all the blame for what that bastard did you.” he all-but-shouted.

He put a hand on his waist and ran another down his face. He mumbled - or more like growled - some incoherent things that you couldn’t catch as he turned his back to you. You jumped when you saw him punch a nearby wall and your eyes widened as you saw the blood run from his hand. He didn’t seem to care though, he was fuming - literally - and the anger was clearly visible as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“It’s- it’s been a long time ago, there is no need for you to worry yourself with something like this. I’ve learned to live with that, anyway. Just like I’ve learned to live with all these scars. It’s- it’s not something I wouldn’t expect from him. Or any other man anyway” you muttered in between tears.

“What?” he breathed out and immediately turned to look at you, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“You’re kidding me right now, right? You have to be kidding” he asked but when he saw you not make a single movement his eyes widened even more.

“(Y/n)” he said more firmly but you did not look up at him, your head was bowed and your eyes focused on your hands.

“(Y/n) look at me” he said in a much softer voice, taking hold of your shoulders and giving you a slight shake and squeeze so that you were looking at him.

“You really think you don’t deserve something good in life?” he asked, his voice filled with hurt and you dared to shake your head. It was true that even before Christian you were rather self-conscious but after what had happened with him you had just been proven to the fact that you were not worthy of something good in life, of a man to treat you well. Of a man like… Dean.

“Oh (Y/n) but you have to see that you do. You do deserve something good. You do deserve for a man to love you and cherish you, sweetheart. You do deserve to be happy. You so deserve so much more than that asshole treating you like he did. You do deserve so much more than pain for that bastard’s pleasure. You do deserve much more, (Y/n)” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek he was now cupping.

“So much more” he whispered and you felt the corners of your mouth lift into a smile at hearing Dean say this. Mostly because he did not think any less of you after finding out the truth but because he actually treated you well and made you feel like you were worth something good. He gave you faith and hope in happiness. Something that with Christian you had long ago forgotten.

You had not realized how silence had surrounded you but you did not care anyway. It felt comfortable just looking at each other and being so close. Before you could realize it you saw him lean in and your breath hitched on your throat. You glanced at his lips for a second and you could swear that he looked at yours as well. Not that it mattered, though, because the gap between you was significantly becoming smaller and smaller until-

“I-I should better be going” you turned your head on the other side “It’s-it’s getting late and I should have already left by now” you mumbled.

He cleared his throat and pulled away “Yeah yeah. If- if that’s what you want. Yeah sure. I- I will take you there.” he mumbled and you quickly got up and away from him, biting your lip in thought of whether this was right or not.

Dean just sat there and let out a frustrated and sad sigh.


The ride to your home was silent, as much as it could be, and neither you nor Dean dared to say anything. You sometimes glanced at him and saw his eyes focused on the road, lips pursed meaning that he was deep in thought. Sometimes he would grip the steering wheel tightly in his hands as he thought to some things. All you did was gaze up at him and admire how the light you passed by illuminated his features just enough so that you could see him. Shining over his beautiful face that had you captivated.

At some point Dean turned his head to look at you and caught your eyes. You immediately averted them but could clearly imagine the smirk that would be on Deans face. You just looked anywhere but him but then you felt yourself jump. Your head snapped in Dean’s direction and then down to his hand holding onto yours softly, a small smile playing on Deans lips as he rubbed his thumb over your palm. The movement itself making a warm feeling run through you and goosebumps create all over your skin.

You bit your lip as you stared down at your hands and could hardly contain your smile… and blush. The rest of the drive was just spent with you sneaking glances at each other whenever you thought the other was not looking and locking eyes sometimes. Dean chuckling sometimes and you blushing like a mad.

“Here we are” he said as you reached your house; faster than you thought and even though you didn’t want to you removed your hand from his.

“Thank you for the ride and everything” you said and opened the door, about to exit the car. But him holding your arm stopped you. You turned to look at him with a small frown.

“(Y/n) are you sure you’re ok?” he looked worried.

You looked at him with an almost blank face but then a smile formed on your lips “Yes, yes I am. Thanks to you”

He smiled more and spoke again “Ok but if you don’t feel alright tomorrow you can take a week off, you know that? Or as long as you want to anyway. You rarely take a break after all.”

“No, Mr. Winchester I’m fine. Besides I like working with you.” you smiled and were quick to add “It- it takes my mind off things and such and yeah you know…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh.

“Alright then. See you tomorrow at work (Y/n)” he said and you nodded.

“See you tomorrow Mr. Winchester” you said and once again he stopped you before you could exit the car.

“Oh and (Y/n), please. Just Dean, when it’s the two of us” he said with a small smirk and you nodded.

“Of course. See you tomorrow Mr- I mean, Dean. See you tomorrow Dean” you said and he smiled more at hearing his name roll off your tongue so softly.

“See you tomorrow (Y/n)” he said in a soft voice and you smiled.

You exited the car and made your way to your house, not forgetting to turn and glance at Dean  that was still there watching you with a small look on his face.

-Next morning-

“Oh come on now!” Dean all-but-whined as you handed him another stack of papers.

“I’m afraid so” you could hardly keeping yourself from giggling.

“But come on, I think my hand’s about to fall off” he shook his hanging hand in front of and pouted like a little child.

“I’m sorry, but you are the CEO of this Enterprises. So the contracts need your confirmation Mr. Winchester” you told him with a small shrug.

He playfully glared up at you “I think I told you to call me Dean, didn’t I?”

“Sorry” you mumbled with a small blush.

“It’s ok, I can think of some ways you can make up for it” he wiggled his eyebrows at you with a grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Dean” you groaned and he chuckled.

“See you already got it” he grinned widely and then focused back at the papers in front of him that needed him to sign.

“What’s this?” he stopped himself from signing the papers in front of him.

“That’s uh, the contract regarding your collaboration with… the Grey Enterprises” you said “They called earlier and said that even though you did not attend your meeting yesterday they sent us the contract ready for you to sign. I went through it and I must say that it is actually really beneficial for our company so- What are you doing?” you stopped yourself and asked him as soon as you saw him tear the papers into pieces.

“We’re not collaborating” he stated, throwing the papers int a nearby bin.

“Call them- No, better tell somebody else to call them and tell them we refuse to collaborate with them.” he said in an almost growl.

You looked at him with a deep frown “But-” you only managed to say before he cut you off.

“We’re not going to work with them (Y/n) and that’s final!” he snapped at you and your eyes widened at his behavior.

“Sorry” he mumbled, running a hand down his face.

You hesitated but spoke “No it’s alright” you mumbled and he looked up at you with a small smile of his own.

“Ok then let’s talk about something else” he said trying to lighten the mood “What are you going to wear tonight?”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, leaning against his desk.

“At Tony’s party. I thought you knew about it” he frowned as well.

“Of course I do. Mr. Stark throws parties almost every night so that is not something new but I don’t know what I have to do with it?”

“Well Tony invited me over, obviously, but I don’t really wanna go there alone. So you are going to accompany me there. Besides, there will be some really important businessmen there so we will get to do some work as well, if that seems tempting enough” he said with a grin and you chuckled.

“It does sound tempting, I’ll admit” you said and he rolled his eyes with a knowing look on his face.

“But still… can’t you just go there without me? I know you’ll be able to manage without me” you asked him.

“I can. And probably I will, even though that seems really hard. But- I don’t really want to.” he looked at you with a soft smirk and you found yourself giving in.

“But I don’t have anything to wear” you said. In vain, though, because you already knew you were going to agree with him.

“Then take the rest of the day off. Get all dolled up and pretty, even though you already are, and I’ll come and pick you up by seven thirty. Ok?” he smirked at you and you nodded.

“Ok” you said.

You were happy that you’d finally get to take a break from your routine but at the same time there was a feeling in your gut that nothing good was going to come from this.

That something bad was going to happen. 

Oath | Ch.14 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Word count: 2629

Warning: Smut ahead!

After hearing your answer, Taehyung went to his room and smashed the door closed, making you jump in surprise at the sound. He was really pissed. No chance of talking to him right now. You stood in front of his room, leaning against the wall. Why were you feeling bad for this? It was not like you did something wrong. He crossed the line, he should be the one in your shoes right now. Maybe he was. You were afraid to knock on the door. You were just emptily staring at your feet while the voices in your head screamed all sorts of things, making several different scenarios of how it could go if you went in.

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[[ Request: Imagine hooking up with tig at the club house, and sneaking out of his room the next morning when Gemma (your mom) catches you. You can decide how she reacts to it ]]

“You sure, babe?” Tig mumbled, his lips pressed to yours. He pulled back and looked at you. “This probably ain’t a great idea.” 

You and Tig had been dancing around each other for weeks. You had a thing for him, and he had a thing for you. But neither of you had made the first move. You wanted each other desperately, but there were just a few problems. One, he was quite a few years older than you, and two, he was a Son. That probably wouldn’t have been such a big deal if your mom wasn’t the one and only Gemma Teller, queen of the bikers. You knew she would go ballistic if she knew you were hooking up with Tig, and that fact made him all the more attractive to you. There was something about Tig that already made you want him more than you had ever wanted anyone or anything else, but the off-limits nature of your potential relationship made him completely irresistible. 

You tangled your fingers in his dark, curly hair and pulled his head closer to yours. “Shut up and kiss me, Tig,” you breathed against his ear.

Tig felt chills run down his spine. He raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips roughly to yours again. To hell with every fiber in his entire body telling him this was a bad idea. He didn’t care anymore, and clearly neither did you. You had been putting off something that you both knew was inevitable for way too long, and he was tired of it. He had to have you. “Whatever you say, baby,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your neck.

You closed your eyes and smiled to yourself, savoring the feeling of Tig’s warm, soft lips trailing down your neck. To hell with rules. 


“Gemma’s gonna kill me if she finds out,” Tig sighed, shaking his head to himself as he watched you get dressed. There was still a faint smile present on his lips left over from the night before, but he looked worried.

You pulled your jeans over your hips and buttoned them, flashing Tig a playful smile and a wink. “That’s why Gemma’s never gonna find out.” You pushed his messy black curls back and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You worry too much, Tiggy.” 

Tig stared at you like you had suddenly grown a second head. “I’ve seen what Gemma can do.” His eyes were wide as he spoke, and he sounded like he was trying to convince you of what your own mother was capable of. You already knew, but you weren’t worried. You could handle Gemma. “It’s a valid reason to worry,” he continued, shaking his head up and down as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes as you looked around for your shirt that had gotten lost in the chaos from the night before. “Tig, my mom has no say in what I do, okay?” You leaned down and looked under the bed before standing back up to look Tig in the eyes again. “It’s none of her business who I’m sleeping with.”

Tig shrugged and shook his head, not quite believing you. “Everything’s Gemma’s business, doll.” He glanced to the doorway nervously. “And when she finds out, she’s gonna kill me.” 

You sighed, finally spotting your shirt on the other side of Tig’s bedroom. “Well, she’s not going to find out.” You pulled your shirt over your head and smoothed your hair, a smirk now forming on your lips. “I can be sneaky when I need to be.” You crossed the room and stood in front of Tig as he sat on the edge of his bed. You placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. “So stop worrying.” 

Tig took a deep breath. “Okay, baby.” He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled your closer to him. “Whatever you say.” He leaned his head against your stomach for a few moments, then he looked back up. “But if Gemma tries to kill me, it’s on you.” 

You laughed and rolled your eyes again. “I can handle Gemma.” 


“Well, good morning, sweetheart,” an all too familiar voice crowed behind you.

You froze in your tracks. You knew there was no way you could deny what had happened last night. It was 6:00 AM, your hair was a wreck, your shoes were in your hand, your panties were in your purse, and you were doing the walk of shame out of Tig Trager’s bedroom. You might as well have had the word ‘guilty’ stamped on your forehead. Your heart felt like it had suddenly stopped beating and dropped down to the pit of your stomach. That voice couldn’t belong to who you were sure it did. You turned on your heels, eyes wide and begging they didn’t land on Gemma Teller. “Hey, mom,” you responded, trying your luck with an obviously fake enthusiastic smile. “What’s up?” 

Gemma was standing in the hallway, arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with an all-knowing look, but she said nothing for a few moments. She just continued to stare you down, lips pursed and eyes burning into the very depths of your soul. You felt like your nerves were about to jump out of your body. You were so nervous you could hardly breathe. As you stood there, paralyzed with fear, you took back everything you had previously said about not worrying about Gemma. She was to be feared, and the way she was looking at you in that moment reminded you why. You heard a door open behind you, but you didn’t dare move. 

“Hey, babe, I think you forgot - ” Tig cut himself off as soon as he saw who else was standing in the hallway with you. “Shit.” He looked from you to Gemma, his blue eyes huge. “Uh, hey, Gem.” 

Finally, Gemma unpursed her lips long enough to speak. “Mornin’, Tiggy,” she said, eyebrows raised and her lips pulled into a tight smirk. 

Tig stared at you, looking like a deer in headlights. You didn’t dare move, and Tig looked like he was too scared to breathe. The tension was unbearable. 

“I thought you said you could handle Gemma,” Tig whispered, giving you a look.

“Shut up,” you hissed.

“Have a good night?” Gemma asked, her smirk growing wider.

“What?” you blurted, completely confused. You were sure Gemma was going to give you hell for catching you creeping out of Tig’s room so early in the morning, but this wasn’t quite what you had expected.

Gemma shrugged nonchalantly. “I was just asking if you and Tig had a good night, baby.” She looked you up and down. “You look tired.”

You stared at your mom, now beyond the point of bewilderment. “What? No. I’m not tired.” You looked to Tig. “Are you tired?”

“No,” Tig answered quickly. “I’m good.”

Gemma nodded her head. She looked like she was trying not to laugh, but you were too scared to even think of joking about it. Gemma sighed loudly, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. “Lighten up, baby,” she threw an arm around your shoulder, “I’m not even surprised.” You exchanged confused glances with Tig as Gemma led you towards the front of the clubhouse. She glanced over to see Happy passed out on the pool table. She scoffed and let out another deep sigh. “I’m just glad it wasn’t him.” 

looking for love (in all the right places); a deancas au

SPN Writing Challenge | @padaleckhi​ vs. @boopedbyanangel
Prompt: Romanic Trip
Pairings: Destiel
Word count: 2.7k
Tags: Teen and Up Audiences, Fluff, Bachelor AU, Reality TV AU

Summary: Dean Winchester is America’s first bisexual bachelor on the reality TV series ‘Looking for Love.’ He came to the show to form a relationship with one of the contestants, but he never anticipated falling for the blue-eyed host instead. (Based off this Tumblr post by @theywearpink​)

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Dean looks into the camera like he’s done a thousand times before. Gabriel, the director, grabs the question cards from his assistant and takes a seat just outside of the shot. He rummages through a few ones, muttering, “boring, boring,” and “who the hell put this one in the mix, assholes?” before settling on one that suits his needs.

“Deano, you’re down to your final two contestants. Do you think that you can see yourself married to either one of them?”

He follows the usual procedure and waits a few seconds before replying. “Of course,” he recites from memory, the words that the producers told him to say coming back easily, “Benny and I have bonded over the course of these past few months, and Jo is quite the catch. I’m considering gettin’ two rings just in case I can’t choose,” Dean replies with a coy wink.

The crew laughs lowly behind the cameras and Gabe throws the used question to the side. Everybody quiets down as they await Gabriel’s next cue, and Dean readjusts himself in his chair while prying the collar of his button-down away from his sweat-soaked neck. The lights are extra warm today, and the ninety degree temperatures of Costa Rica aren’t making this shoot any easier. He’s grateful when a PA throws him a water bottle.

“There’s been some controversy over you being the first bisexual bachelor on ‘Looking for Love.’ Any words to your haters, Deano?”

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks directly into the camera for this one. “Bite me,” he replies. “If anyone has a problem with bisexuals, they can take it up with me. I ain’t standing for bullying or any of those nasty comments on Twitter, period.”

“Good, good,” Gabe coos from the sidelines, and Dean takes a long gulp of his water as Gabriel tosses all of the questions aside and leans his elbows on his knees. “Let’s go unscripted for this one, okay? What’s up with you and our dreamy host, Castiel Novak?”

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Length: this chapter is 1232 words 

A SnowBaz fic.

An AU where Baz and Simon never got together, and Simon kept his magic, and they meet after a few years and Baz is doing ballet. Simon thinks it’s hilarious, and stays just to torment Baz.

Status: WIP

Written for a prompt from @basiltxnpitch

Pretty sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, swearing (of course there is swearing. If you are adverse to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).

A/N:  Wow, this has gotten such a great response! I love you guys so much, thanks for all your support!! And if you haven’t read it yet… the power of SnowBaz compels you!

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8][Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13]  [Chapter 14][Chapter 15][Chapter 16][Chapter 17][Chapter 18][Chapter 19][Chapter 20]



Crowley, I must be going mad.

A rational person might have stopped after I almost killed us both.

As it turns out, I am not a rational person – and neither is Simon Snow.

I could feel his breath, hot on my neck. His mouth is always open – mouth breather – and he always smells like cherry scones.

I was closer to him this time – I was more dangerous this time.

Kiss him or kill him? From here I could easily do either.

I needed to be careful. I still had heaps of his power flowing through me at this point, and it was like I was drunk.

Touching him at this time was like touching coals that were cooling down, when before it felt like an inferno. He was taking particular care not to let his power slip to me again.

It’s almost a shame – his magic makes me feel alive.

We were still dancing though, and he was still letting me hold his hand, which is something. His touch still brings me to life, a little.

Plus, he was improving. He was dancing quite well, actually. He was practically floating, barely stumbling at all.

I could’ve called it there – we had been doing this for two hours and he had improved a lot – but I was desperate not to let go of him. To hold him for as long as I possibly could.

So we kept going.

We danced forever, but not for long enough. We danced until we couldn’t breathe anymore, until our legs would no longer support us. When we finally stopped, we were doused in sweat. Simon’s magic had mostly worn off – I think most of my adrenaline at that time came from simply being in contact with him.

I moved over to the wall and sat down, taking a long drink from my bottle of water. Simon frowned.

“What?” I asked. He didn’t look angry or confused, but slightly annoyed.

He gestured to my water. “I didn’t bring any.”

Without thinking I offered mine to him. “You can have some if you want.”

He hesitated a little and I sighed. “Snow, really? You’re going to have to start trusting me. I’m not sick so there’s no harm there, and I wash this bottle every day. It’s not laced with poison. I’m still alive. Just drink.”

“No,” he said, still frowning, “it’s not that it’s just that, well, it’s a little strange, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

He took the bottle and took a big swig. He passed it back, grinning at me.

“Well, if this were my drink bottle, after the day I’ve had, I would be filling it with vodka, not water.”

I laughed a little bit, just an amused breath really, and shook my head at him.

“Snow, with the days you seem to have, if you did that you would be an alcoholic by now.”

Simon laughed, and it was a light, happy sound. A sound he’d rarely made around me.

He spun on his heel and slid to the ground to my left, with his right knee bent and his left straight out. His right arm was draped over his knee, while his left arm was hanging loosely by his side. It was similar to my own posture, except I had both knees bent and was holding my hands together on top.

He was sitting close, really close. His right leg was almost touching my left, and his face was mere inches from my own. He was facing me, and I was facing him, and his lips looked so soft and the urge to kiss him was pulsing in my gut and I could feel his eyes on me and I wanted to say something to break this awful, wonderful silence between us, to make the dead air mean something, but the words got stuck in my throat and I just sat there staring at him. It felt like it was an eternity before either of us spoke but in reality only a few seconds passed.

“Hey Baz?” he whispered slowly, breaking into a frown again. If he wasn’t careful, he’d start going wrinkly.

“Yeah?” I asked quietly.

“What happened to your sister?”

Shit. Shit shit shit. Where did Mordelia go? She left, she stormed out, and I didn’t even pay attention to her.

I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair, looking around the room like she might appear out of nowhere.

“Fuck. I – I don’t know. Where did she go? How long has it been? Shit!”

Simon stood up and put his hands on my shoulders to calm me down.

“Baz… Baz! Calm down! It’s okay, she’ll be fine! She’s your sister, after all. She knows how to take care of herself!”

“You don’t even know her!” I shouted.

“If she’s anything like you – yeah, I do! She’s smart, she’s resourceful, and clearly she can handle her magic. How old is she – thirteen, fourteen? She goes to Watford I assume. She’s been taught well, and she reacts fast. She had me upside down on the roof within ten seconds of walking in here. Baz, she is okay. Let’s just go and look for her, alright?”

I nodded and breathed in deeply. He was right, I needed to calm down. But I felt horrible, because I was meant to be looking after Mordi today, not getting distracted by Simon fucking Snow. I hadn’t even paid attention when she left, I had assumed she would be back and then forgotten about her.

We left the room to search for Mordelia… and walked straight into her.

She was sitting on the floor against the wall, just staring at me. She was trying to look stony, and she did, but she also looked angry and sad and hurt. She glanced at her phone.

“Three hours and fifteen minutes.” Mordelia said in a quiet, croaky voice, looking at me again. She stood up. “It’s nice to know you care, brother mine.”

“Mordi, please-”

My heart lurched as my sister simply turned and walked away from me, down towards the foyer.

I turned to Simon desperately. “Snow, I’ve fucked up. I need to go.”

He nodded gently. “See you tomorrow Baz.”

I ran after Mordelia, calling after her. I stopped when I got outside on the footpath, and there was no sign of her.

Pulling out my mobile phone, I called her. No answer.

“Shit!” I shouted, kicking the wall. Pain throbbed in my bare foot, but I didn’t care. I was just about to run up the street looking for her, when I heard a calm voice beside me.

“Basil, stop. You need to breathe.” I looked up to see Jemima Beat watching me with worry.

“Do you know where she is?” I asked frantically.

“I’m not sure where she is now, but I saw her walking that way. She can’t be too far away.” She pointed down the road to my left. Immediately I ran off in that direction, the pavement tearing up my bare feet.

I got to the next intersection and I looked in all directions as far as I could, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. I looked down at my feet, bloody and sore, and I knew I couldn’t keep running.

Luckily, I didn’t have to. A taxi pulled up beside me and rolled down the window, and I sighed in relief.

Sarah was driving, and Mordelia was next to her.

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Jily Week: Day 3 (July 30th), Prompt: Letters/Notes or Pop Culture

James sighed as a scrunched up piece of parchment landed on top of his work. He’d been trying to start his Charms essay for half an hour but Sirius kept distracting him with notes. Most of them were observations of the people sitting around them (Aubrey looks confused, maybe he forgot how to spell his name. That fifth year keeps making eyes at you. Even if she tried - really really hard - there’s no way Whitcroft could look any uglier.) and they were starting to annoy him. Usually he would join in on Sirius’ people watching but today, when he had a date planned with Lily, he wanted to get all his work finished as soon as possible.

When he looked up to tell Sirius to piss off however, he found that Sirius was reading one of the many books the four boys had filled the table with. There was no smirk on his face and James knew all of his poker faces, which meant the note wasn’t from him. The black haired boy looked over his shoulder to see who it might have been from. He had a sinking feeling it was the fifth year Sirius had mentioned.

“Psst.” James’ head jerked to the right at the noise and he grinned (with some relief) when he saw Lily pointing at the note and raising her eyebrows. “Open it.” She mouthed. 

Still smiling, and no longer annoyed that he’d been distracted, James turned around and opened the note.

I am dying of boredom. Pince kicked Gemma and Mary out for laughing and now I have no one to show my fantastic new Binns imitation to.

James picked up his quill and scribbled out a reply,

I’m guessing she didn’t kick you out because of your big doe eyes. Why don’t you come and sit with us? There’s space and I could use some help with this Charms essay.

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The boy was hers. Finally the boy was hers and hers alone.

She stroked her new apprentice’s slack face, tenderly brushing a stray lock aside. He lay unmoving on the medical bed, unconscious from an unfortunate blow to the head. The silly boy had tried to fight her, he’d wanted to stay with the Jedi. He didn’t know what was best for him like she did. She would scold him when he woke up, but for now she let him sleep. He started Inquisitor training tomorrow, he needed all the rest he could get.

Her fingers brushed the two scars on her boy’s cheek. She frowned, why hadn’t those rebels healed those? For that matter, the boy’s hair was too long, he was unhealthily small, and when was the last time he had eaten something that wasn’t a ration bar? Clearly those rebels were incapable of giving Ezra the care he needed. He had spent too long starved of motherly love and affection. Well, she would soon see to that. 

That twi'lek didn’t know how to properly care for the child. Neither did the Jedi, or the (admittedly beautiful) Ahsoka Tano. None of them were good enough for Ezra. The poor boy deserved someone who could understand his power, someone who could actually train him, someone who can teach him to use his great power for a worthy cause. Someone like the Seventh Sister. She will raise him up, make him great. She will teach him the things Kanan Jarrus was too afraid to teach him. She will help him climb to the top, and she will love him like her own son.

She will make him into the finest Inquisitor the Empire had ever seen.

The Jedi will come for him, or course. And when he did, she would crush him. Ezra was hers. The Jedi lost all claim on him when she ripped the boy from his arms. Once Kanan Jarrus is out of the way, Ezra will be able to focus entirely on becoming an Inquisitor. And in time, he will come to love her as much as she already loves him.

She would show him everything he had been missing with those rebels. She would take him to the theater, amusement parks, maybe to Coruscant. She would give him everything, Ezra will want for nothing when he’s with her. He’ll quickly forget about those fools he once called family. The Seventh Sister nearly squealed with excitement, she couldn’t wait for Ezra to wake up. They were going to have so much fun together.

She gazed adoringly at her beautiful new apprentice, just now beginning to stir. Mine, she thought as his vibrant blue eyes fluttered open. All mine.

He was hers. He belonged to her, and no force in the galaxy would tear them apart.

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It was late at night.  Regina’s knights liked to do raids in the woods at night, and tonight was no exception.  Snow had been high up in a tree, trying to get some sleep, when she heard someone yelling.  Someone had obviously been caught.  And, in that split second, Snow was fully awake again, grabbing her sword and pushing herself down the tree.  These woods were Regina’s, according to the law, but Snow considered them free for anyone to use as long as they respected the woods.

Before Snow let herself be seen, she pulled her sword out of its holster and jumped out into the open, clearly startling the men.  She was careful not to hurt any of them too seriously, but she certainly paid extra attention to knock them out.  For once in her life of vigilante, her cloak’s hood hadn’t fallen off her head during her battle.  

Only after she knocked the men out did she face the woman.  She had blonde hair and strange clothes.  “Are you all right?” she asked the woman, placing her sword back into holster.