look at how much his eyes are fixed onto that $20 note

after dark adventures

genre: boyfriend!au

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 4,075 words

author’s note: it’s not a jeff fic without some nasty, so feel free to skip ‘3:51am’ if you wish to do so 

Originally posted by nakamotens

opening line: “What is sleep when we can be doing so much more once the clock’s hand strikes past twelve?”

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A Kiss Will Make It Better - Jason ToddxReader

This story was requested by the lovely @memento-amare

I hope you like it dear! Apologies for taking so long!!

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Blood and Injury

Word Count: 1210

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Living with Jason Todd was always an adventure. Even before I found out he moonlighted as a Gotham vigilante. We had met through his brother DIck and had become fast fast friends.

He was have parental issues with Bruce and I was getting ready to start the pre-med program at Gotham University so we decided to rent a place together.

It wasn’t until about half way through junior year that I found out he was the Red Hood. I had come home late from a night in the library to find him bleeding out on the couch.

I dropped my school bag and ran into the living room.

“Jason. Jason! I need you to talk to me. What happened,” I asked as I started to check his pulse.”

His voice was low and his breaths were shallow. “Stabbed, twice in the stomach. Some asshole got the jump on me. Couldn’t make it back to the cave to get fixed up.”

I started to feel mild panic set in after the word stabbed, but soon my trauma training kicked into high gear.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to run and grab my kit and I’ll be right back.”

I came back with my med kit and sat down on the floor. “I’m going to start stitching you up, but your going to have to talk to me okay?”

“Yeah.”

“This is gunna hurt like a bitch but something tells me you know that. Tell me how this whole vigilante thing started.”

Once he got going on the story I began to stitch up his wounds. It took more than an hour with how wide the gashes were.

“Okay Jay, let’s get you to bed. Some rest is going to be the best thing for you now.”

He only grumbled in reply. I helped him up and guided him to his bedroom. I didn’t bother getting him out of the rest of his uniform because he was so out of it.
Once I made sure he was comfortable enough to not pull anything I leaned over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep tight Jay, I’ll see you in the morning.”

***

I was making eggs the next morning when I heard Jason’s shower turn on. I smiled to myself knowing that he was at least able to get up from the bed and make it to the bathroom.

After 20 minutes or so he wandered over to the dining table and sat down where I had placed his plate.

“Good Morning Sunshine,” I said casually after he sat down.

He looked up at me and answered with a grunt. We spent the next few minutes in silence.

“So are we not going to talk about last night?”

Jason set down his fork, and looked up at me.

“I seem to recall that we talked about pretty much evertything while you were stitching? Is there anything else you wanted to know? I’m sure you’ll probably say something about being careful and what not, but trust me it isn’t anything I haven’t heard before.”

I put down my own fork and sigh.

“I didn’t think there was anything else, but I wanted to make sure. There’s no need to be sour, especially when I kept you from bleeding out. A thank you would be nice, by the way.”

“Uh….thanks,” he said. “I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Just so you know I’m willing to help whenever you need it. I am going to school to be a doctor ya know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. While we are talking about it, did you kiss my head last night?”

“Uh, yeah. My mom always said that a kiss could make anything a little bit better, no matter how big, so its something I’ve always done with my siblings and kids I babysit. It’s a force of habit really, I can stop if you want.”

“Oh. Nah it’s fine if you wanna keep doing it. Doesn’t bother me,” he said as he got up to head to his room. “Thanks again for the patch up Y/N.”

And that’s how things would be anytime Jason came back from patrol or a mission with an injury. I would patch him up and send him off with a kiss to the cheek or the top of his head.

***

“Yo, I’m here with the food,” Jason said as he comes through the door. “Roy’ll be over to hang out in a few.”

I put my notes back into my textbook and turned to face him. “Sweet, you got pizza! I’ll go grab some drinks.”

I got up to head to the kitchen as Jason slide a piece of the pizza onto his plate. A few moment later there’s a muffled shout “Dammit, I burned tongue.”

“Should I kiss it to make it better?” I shout from the kitchen while grabbing drinks from the fridge.

The next thing i hear is Jason choking. I run back into the living room to see him sputtering with his head between his knees.

“Here drink this,” I said as I handed him a water bottle. He grabbed the bottle and chugged almost half of it before he calmed down.

“Y/N, do you realize what you said?”

“Nooo,” I said as I started to think back to what had just happened. I ticked each of the events off in my head until arrived at what I said.

Instantly my face began to heat up. I flopped back onto the couch trying to hide myself from the embarrassment that is slowly taking over.


“I’m sorry Jay, I don’t know what I was thinking it just sort of slipped out as a force of habit.”

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Jason said with a smirk. I shot up to look him in the eyes.

“Really?”

Suddenly Jason seemed to have a nervous energy about him. “I mean yeah. I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while, but I wasn’t reallly sure how to go about it cause our friendship is super important to me.”

I had lost all function. The only thing I could do was stare at him. The guy I have had a crush on just admitted to having a crush on me. I literally thought my brain had started to malfunction.

“I guess no response means that you don’t entirely feel the same way…I will just go back to my pizza now, forget I said anything.”

I took me a second to comprehend what he was saying, but when I did I found a new kind of resolve from somewhere.

"No, it doesn’t,” I whispered as I grabbed his shoulders to make him turn back towards me.

“What are yo..” he starts to ask but I cut him off with a kiss. It takes a second to realize what’s happening but he quickly reciprocates.

"EWWW! Not over the pizza guys!”

Roy’s voice from the doorway had us instantly pulling away from one another.

“It’s about damn time though,” he said as he sat down on a chair.

“Yeah, it is.” Jason smiled and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. A blush kept onto my face and I couldn’t help but agree.

you’re in love

REQUEST: Hi! I love your blog so much and I wanted to asked you if you could write something based on the song “You’re in love” by Taylor Swift, like maybe the reader and Seb have the same type of story? 💕😘😍

WARNINGS: just straight pure fluffffffffffffff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves!!!!!!! I hope you all have/had a wonderful day! This one is a preeeeetty long one… uh, I don’t even know where all of this came out of lol but probably listening to the song on repeat helped, though i’m not sure. Anyway, here it is.

Enjoy!


You walked into the dark room and bit down on your bottom lip. The amount of people scared you and you were debating on running out and going back home.

Looking around, you spotted an empty crook near the bar. You rushed over and flagged down a bartender before ordering the strongest drink you could possibly think of. That usually calmed your nerves.

Smiling politely and nodding your head at the bartender, you took a sip of the drink and winced at the taste burning the back of your throat.

You were suddenly nudged forward and you rolled your eyes. Of course there were drunk people around already. People didn’t waste time at events like this.

“I’m sorry!” The person placed their hand on your bare shoulder.

You looked over to see who dared to place their hand on you only to have your breath taken away. His eyes were as clear as the blue sky and his smile was charming.

“It’s-uh, it’s okay.”

He went back to talking to the person next to him and you drowned yourself in the liquor in your cup. Once you had downed it, you placed a bill down and set your empty glass cup over it.

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It was far too early in the morning for a human to be awake.
The timing made you groan silently into the pillow as your body stirred around in the sheets; The soft glow from the television forced your eyes to adjust in the darkness–
Ouch, it stung a bit.

There was a large
“ Are you still watching? ”
message written across the screen. Watching what?
Oh, yeah– You and Seven had been binge watching some house hunting program for awhile before the both of you had eventually drifted off to sleep. Huh, You didn’t even remember falling asleep. Seven must have stayed up a bit later for the TV to still be on.

Speaking of which, The apparent snoring quickly caught your attention. With your chin resting in the palm of your hand, You admired Saeyoung contently. He was lost in dream land, all sprawled out on the mattress like that. Seeing him like this filled you with gratitude at his persistence to get a new, bigger bed when you had moved in. He sure wasn’t kidding when he said he was a bed hog– Sheesh.
It made you smile as you held back a giggle, rubbing your eyes with a yawn as you slowly felt yourself begin to wake more.

His feet dangled off the bed dangerously, it reminded you of the time he hid for hours, just waiting for you to come to bed; Pretending to be the boogie man and tightly grabbing your legs right as you were about to drift off to sleep.
“ Boo! ”
He boomed as he playfully bit at your ankles, a squeak had left your mouth as you kicked and whined. You had nearly given him a black eye that night, His antics will be the death of him; You assure yourself.

With a long stretch and a lot of mental preparation, You finally manage to pull yourself out of bed. It was fairly warm in the bedroom, so you weren’t really surprised at the fact that you and him were stripped down to your underwear. It didn’t bother you, But with Saeran hanging around; Most likely it wouldn’t be very proper to sport such a bold fashion statement so early in the morning. He’d be scarred for quite awhile if he woke up to a sight such as that.

Soft mumbling quickly distracts you from your thoughts, you place your hands over your chest as you admire the sight below you. Seven, sleepily blabbering to himself as he stirs around in the bed.
“ –anks longcat.. ”
Huh?
The gibberish made you snicker, Was he dreaming about long-cat? What a cutie. He always reminded you of a puppy dog with the way you cooed and awed over half the things he did. The honeymoon stage was such a dream, you were enjoying every second of it. A warm smile lingers on your face as your fingers subconsciously reach out to brush a strand of bright red hair from his forehead. The urge to boop his nose was just too strong, you softly gave that a soft poke before deciding you should leave your sleeping beauty to rest for a little while longer. Although true loves kiss would be nice to wake up to, you decided against it.

Clothes were scattered across the floor, Oh gosh– This was a mess. The weekend usually left half the house looking like this, You’d have to make a mental note to tidy things up later today.


Ah, Laundry.. Yikes. Saeran’s pocket knife got thrown into the wash a few weeks ago and no one had ever managed to fix it, the blade stuck too deep into the side of the machine; so clean clothes were scarce now days. You’d never seen two grown men fight over a pair of boxer shorts covered with tiny drawings of cacti before. What a war zone you lived in.
The only thing that stood out was a yellow and black hoodie hanging up on the mini traffic cone coat rack Seven had up on his wall. You reached out and grabbed it, it felt pretty soft and still had a slight laundry smell to it– it’ll have to work, You decided.

You tugged the material over your head, it slipped on like a charm seeing the weight and height difference you and Seven had. It looked like a short, off the shoulder dress on you. it went down half your thighs and exposed a large portion of your shoulder.
Cute. You thought to yourself as you posed a few times for the mirror– You were enjoying this a little more than you’d like to admit. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but the sizing difference made you resemble a doll. It made you curious to see how the rest of his clothes looked on you. Not that you’d try it obviously! Ha.. Well, maybe. For science– of course!

What about his glasses? You giggled slightly as you snuck them off of the night stand, Pushing them up onto your face. They slid down the bridge of your nose too much and blurred your vision; But you still liked the whole oversized look. Wow, Who knew loitering in your boyfriends clothes would be such a confidence boost.

“ Practicing your cosplay skills, Yeah?
A sudden voice frightened you to no end, Making you jump and turn, clenching your fists in the sleeves. The glasses rode down the bridge of your nose making you look somewhat librarian. Seven was propped up over some pillows in the bed, Looking horribly tired yet humored at the same time. His hands were behind his head in a rather relaxed fashion.
Your face burnt up with embarrassment, How long has he been watching you?

“ Ya'know– ” He stirred around, his voice sounding lower and less refined– It made your insides twirl, that morning voice never failed to make you giddy.

“ If you wanted to crossdress you could have told me. Coulda done it together! Couple gender-bend. Hell yeah. ”
He chuckled out loud, looking you up and down a little too slowly. His eyes met yours, they were soft with a slight flicker of mischief behind them. Once you realized he wasn’t frustrated with you was when you laughed along side him,
Pulling on the hem of the sweater to tug it down lower under his gaze.

“ Id love for you to try and fit your butt into my skinny jeans. ”

You stick your tongue out playfully, to which he mirrors.

“ Just dont pop the buttons off– Okay? ”

He pretended to be offended as he gasped loudly before quickly erupting into laughter at the thought, loudly protesting against you calling his butt big.

“ This butt is 80 percent honey buddha and 20 percent squats from picking up lost chips that fall to the ground okay? ”

He suddenly got very serious, staring off into the distance, forcing his voice to sound gruff and deep.

“ Ive lost many-a-chip to a cold unforgiving floor. Five seconds just isnt enough for them, They deserve so much more… ”
He was sitting up in bed now, his eyes so glazed over you actually believed he was seriously about to burst into tears any second now.

“ Woah, Didn’t mean to bring on the flashbacks! ”
You hold your hands up in innocence, He pretended to use the edge of the sheets as a handkerchief; wiping away his invisible tears with a gruff sniffle.

” We’ll have an prayer session later today for all those forgotten chips that got lost too soon.
They’re with the big potatoes now, Love.
You played along, clutching a hand to your heart in honor of all that sweetly salty goodness– Wasted. Such a shame. You both began to giggle after a few moments of silence at how silly this was. It was always a warm environment with Seven. He could even be so upset yet still have that warm comforting appeal to him, One of the many things you’d fallen in love with.

“ So lil’ S, Care to hop on the train to snoozeville? ”

He yawned mid sentence– Stretching out as far as his arms could as he snuggled back into bed. He looked rather small in that bed all by himself, you admitted.

Choo choo. Hehe, I’ll pay for the tickets– Come on. Trains leavin’ soon babe. ”
He snuggled his face into the sheets as he rolled onto his side– Looking over at you with big puppy dog eyes and extended arms.

“ Lil S? ”
You questioned with a smile and raised brow, making your way over to the mattress to join him. It was so early, no one would mind if you two got some more extra hours in. Maybe Saeran, He’d have to make his own breakfast.

“ Yup. You’re the mini me. Lil Seven, Although I have multiple of those.. ”
You practically jumped into the bed, he grabbed the glasses off your face and reached behind him, placing them on his nightstand with a slight clink.

” Shall we number you? ”
You two were face to face; His eyes had big purple bags under them, a pang of guilt rang through your stomach at the fact of waking him. He probably stayed up pretty late last night. You thought about his words for a moment, letting them sink it.

“ Hm. I wanna be.. Lil’ S, number 69. ”
You waggled your eyebrows in a teasing fashion, He stuck out his tongue playfully at the gesture.

“ Okay, You’ll be the nasty one. ”
The two of you laughed softly, You took this chance to cuddle into his chest and just rolled with it. He didn’t mind though, Wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you even closer to his body.

“ My little S… ” He murmured softly into your hair, planting tiny kisses in random spots as he grazed his fingers up and down your back underneath the hoodie; causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. You both ended up falling asleep together like this, you cuddled into him and his face buried into your hair. Surrounded by Seven, as if he was a blanket.
It was the best way to start off a morning.


notes:
HOO this is the first time ive written like this in a super long time holy shit hopefully im not too rusty but i just love this idea?? early morning cuddles?? mc having some little fashion show with sevens things?? snuggling back into sleep? sign me up boyos

Teach Me- Conor Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,119

Request:  conor imagine where you walk in on him playing the piano and you ask him to teach you ? just really fulffy pls 

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“Jack come on! We’re going to be late!” you yelled upstairs to your best friend.

You had known the Maynards since primary school, you and Jack were even in the same class. He was your partner in crime. The two of you were always causing trouble. You and Conor were good friends too, but he was a couple years older. You and Jack were the same age and had always just been closer. Even though you were in your early 20’s now, almost nothing had changed between you two. Especially you constantly having to wait on him.

“Alright, alright!” the blonde trudged down to the bottom of the stairs, fluffing his hair in place.

You rolled your eyes, “Such a diva I swear.” Jack elbowed you, making you hold your arm.

“Make fun all you want, but it takes time to look this good.” showing off his ensemble to you while fixing his hair again.

“Aw I’m sorry to interrupt your primp time princess. But we have to get to Conor’s show!”

“Yeah I know. I know.” he murmured, shaking his head as he got in your car.

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You and Jack made it backstage to Conor’s dressing room.

Not to your surprise, he was fixing his hair in the mirror. No one would question he and Jack were related.Those boys loved their hair.

He quickly spun around when he saw you in the reflection.

“Hey guys! It’s about time you showed up.” Conor teased as he gave you a hug.

“Well to be fair, I was ready on time. It’s Jack who took forever and half to get ready.” you glared at back at Jack. He just stared down at his phone, oblivious to yours and Conor’s conversation. Or the fact that you were talking to him.

George came in to tell Conor it was showtime. He rushed past you to get mic’d up to go on stage. You and Jack stood backstage, as he ran out and the crowd went crazy. Screaming and cheering him on. You always loved watching Conor perform. You admired how much connected with his music and his fans. Ever since you can remember that kid loved performing. Or just being the center of attention. He was so talented.

Not that you weren’t talented, you have been singing since you were small. Sometimes even with Conor. But there’s one thing he could do that you couldn’t, play an instrument. You’ve always dreamed of playing the piano. You tried to learn, you just always ended up frustrated and giving up.

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After a show you, Jack, Conor, and George would usually hang out or go on a night out. However, Conor was nowhere to be found. You went by the sound guys and checked the other rooms of the venue. Still no sign of him. As you walked down the hall back towards the dressing room, you could hear a faint sound in the distance. You stepped closer to the noise, tip toeing quietly. You discovered a backdoor of a room opened slightly. You peeked through the crack, to see Conor sat playing a piano. Pushing the door quietly, you snuck through the doorway. You didn’t want him to see you there and stop playing. Taking a seat towards the wall, you watched him play out a beautiful melody.

He finished and went to turn to walk off from the piano, “Holy shit! (Y/N) you scared me! You can’t just sneak up on me like that!” he jumped back in his seat, making you laugh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just enjoying listening to you play. Wish I could do that.”

“Well why can’t you?” he asked with a smile.

You looked down at your feet, trying to think of an answer to give him.

He must have saw that you were flustered and a little embarrassed. He slid down the piano bench, leaving a space next to him. He looked back at you, patting the space for you to sit beside him.

“C’mon (Y/N), I don’t bite.” he joked, waving you over.

You laughed and sat down at the piano with him. He moved closer to you.

With hesitation in your voice, “What are you doing?”

“Just relax, trust me. Let me show you.” You felt arms wrap around you, then put his hands over yours, bringing them onto the keys. His chin rested your shoulder. This embrace was a little awkward, but at the same time it made you feel safe.

Guiding your hands along with his, Conor showed you each key. Paired with how each note should sound. Then he showed you what proper form looked like. Taking his hand and pushing up on your lower back. Sending a shiver down your spine.

“There you go just like that.” he said softly with his hand still on your back.

You smiled up at him, gazing at his blue eyes for a moment. You noticed he did the same, also slowly inching his face towards yours. Your eyes closed as you felt him kiss your lips.

Oh my god, I’m kissing my best friend

You pulled away slightly, “Umm Mr. Maynard, do you kiss everyone you teach to play piano?”

“Well considering this is my first teaching lesson, I think we can let it slide.”

“Oh really? I don’t know if I can learn anything, if you’re gonna keep kissing me every lesson. ” you said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well piano is overrated anyway.” he smiled back into your kiss. You never thought this would happen. Kissing Conor? It was spontaneous and crazy, but just felt so right.

“Y/N and Conor, George and I have been looking for you for an hour! We…”

You and Conor quickly unlocked your lips, as soon as you noticed Jack in the doorway. He stopped in his tracks and stared at you two for a second. However, he didn’t seem all that surprised.

He poked his head out the door, “George! I found them, they were making out in the back room!” shouting, as he walked back out.

You planted your face into Conor’s shoulder, shaking your head. “I’m going to have to explain this to him later. What the hell is wrong with us?”

“I don’t know, but we should definitely do this again.”

“Piano or kissing?” you giggled.

“Both. I promise I will teach you piano for real. And after as little rewards, maybe we can kiss.” he cheekily smirked.

“Well then, I just might book another lesson.” you winked at him.

You both laughed, Conor took your hand, “Good because I think I really like you (Y/N).”

“I think I really like you too.”

Together

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Moving on,my bae-tas(wink wink)(sorry) @ghostiemakingposties and Shradicool (still insufferably in possession of her good sense) are angels in disguise(or not in disguise) that is the only explanation sorry I don’t make the rules.
This one is again,if you didn’t pick up from the title already,super sappy but bear with me.I have plans .
Read,like,share,comment,ask,eat,drink, sleep,swim,open that Club Penguin account you’ve been avoiding for 10 years,watch some SpongeBob,sit on a swing,idk you keep doing you fam.
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Magnus Bane loves having the ability to do magic. He really does.

Nothing beats being able to get the remote from the coffee table after he’s sat down and forgotten it or being able to fix a last-minute eyeliner mishap with just a flick of his fingers.

(Not to mention, Alec gets this look in his eye whenever he does magic and when that happens, Magnus knows there isn’t going to be much talking between them for the next few hours.)

(At least not the sweet, innocent kind.)

So yes, Magnus loves being able to solve life’s greatest crises (and turning on his boyfriend) with only a small gesture.

He loves having a job where he literally gets paid just to cast a few spells.

But Magnus Bane loathes the paperwork involved.

Everything will be going swimmingly, and he’ll be going about his job, content and happy as ever, when this one customer shows up and throws a wrench in this wheel of satisfaction.

It’s happened without fail, repeatedly, from when Magnus first set up shop (figuratively, because that sounds like a super tacky thing to do and Magnus Bane is by no means tacky.)

That one person will pitch a favour at him and Magnus will agree to help even if he can’t recollect exactly how to do it at the moment; there’s no way in hell he’s turning something down because he can’t do it. He’ll figure it out, thank you very much.

Except, the figuring out bit is always harder than it seems.

The nights he spends poring over his spell books and consulting with Ragnor and Catarina see him cursing himself for ever taking up the job because What on earth is this?

This then gradually leads to him spending an increasing number of hours indoors which makes him cranky.

However, Magnus Bane never gives up.

How many ever cases like this he’s faced, he’s never not solved the problem. He’ll either find the bloody solution or he’ll die trying.

(Or, you know, he’ll fall asleep on his desk without removing his make-up which is almost as disastrous as death.)

(Plus, he has something to live for now apart from his fellow downworlder friends.)

Which is why Tuesday night sees him on his work-table, frustrated (not the good kind) and sleep-deprived (not for the good reasons).

He’s clueless, glitter-less and Alec-less and the three are a bitch of an issue to deal with separately, let alone together.

He vows to himself that once he’s done with this crap (whenever that is) he’s going to treat himself to a spa day because he deserves it, goddammit.

It’s close to the time when Magnus turns in, but he catches something out of the corner of his eye on the page which looks useful and this leads him on this whole other chase, flipping from book to book, referring to past notes and relevant facts.

His eyes are droopy and his head keeps lolling in front, but he can’t stop now, okay?

This is most solid lead he’s had in days and he’s so close and the thought of being done with this infernal crap is just so appealing and he just wants to get it over with.

He fights to stay awake but slowly, slowly his head dips and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

It’s a losing battle and soon, in the warm golden haze of the lights and to the calm silence of the apartment, Magnus lets his head hit the top of the book on the desk with a thud, asleep even before he can make it all the way.

.

The constant sounds of the city that never sleeps accompany Alec on his late-night journey from the Institute to the loft.

He’s just about done with Valentine’s bullshit and he can’t take another second at a place where there’s this constant speculation and doubt and this air of trepidation hanging around.

He just needs to get away.

Alec has a few places he goes to when he needs to crash for a break, but the loft has become his favourite safe-house to sleep in.

(Or not sleep in, whatever. It’s all quite splitting hairs at this point.)

He sees Magnus’s building and the sight instantly relaxes him.

He climbs up the flights of stairs and keys open the door.

The vision he’s greeted with makes him stop breathing for a second.

There, at the centre of his desk, lies Magnus’s head in the middle of this apparent hurricane of books and paper.

His eyes are closed and his hair’s fallen onto the table, hiding the top of his forehead.

His face is bare and he lets out soft noises as he breathes in his sleep.

Alec knows he’s been working on a particularly difficult case and he’s come to the loft at nights to see Magnus working hard, but he’s never seen him asleep at his desk.

The whole setting is so peaceful and serene and the lights throw this aura of warmness over Magnus and Alec is sorely tempted to take a picture.

(He does.)

He ends up just standing there for close to a minute, just looking at his boyfriend, before he snaps out of it.

He walks towards the sleeping warlock and gently picks him up with both hands, bridal style.

(His heart warms just a bit when Magnus nuzzles his head onto his chest.)

Alec carries him to the room and lays him on the bed. He climbs in behind him and together, they lie down, one asleep,the other almost there.

A shadowhunter and a warlock.

One hundreds of years old and the other barely at 20.

Both tangled together, pressed so close, you can hardly make out where one begins and the other ends.

They’re wrapped around each other’s bodies, unconsciously curling into each other.

Alec lets Magnus’s comforting warmth lull him to sleep and as he’s about to drop off, he hears a muffled I love you and all he can do is tighten his arms around the man, pull him impossibly closer and hum in response.

Break My Heart - Part 1 (Baekhyun x Reader)

Summary: “I wanna feel the pain; I wanna see the light.” Y/N has been going to Oh Sehun for years for therapy. She’s just started her first year of university, and hasn’t made any friends yet– not that she wants Sehun to know. After confusing the time of her therapy appointment, Y/N is forced to reschedule as Sehun’s last appointment of the night. What happens when she runs into Sehun’s ride in the waiting room while her therapist collects his bag for the night? And what the hell is this boy thinking when he grabs her hand, looks into her eyes, and asks her earnestly to break his heart? (Inspired by American pop-punk band Hey Violet’s “Break My Heart.”)

Warnings: therapy, daddy issues, social anxiety, college, flirting, cursing

Word count: 3,134

A/N: I’m so hype for this fic. It’s gonna be a multishot, and I have tons of wonderful (naughty) plans. Follow or ask to be tagged for updates, or you can subscribe to the fic on AO3, where I’m listed as MelWinchester/PichiWrites. Notes and reblogs help me out ever so much! Love love love <3 (gif not mine).

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Awkward Situation - 1 (KaiSoo College AU Fanfic)

Summary: Kyungsoo is a 20 year old college student. He’s your average college student, broke and eating ramen noodles for days. Although his social awkwardness is most indefinitely not average. He avoids all human contact at all costs, and finds cashiers absolutely terrifying. But alot of us can relate to that, right? Kyungsoo’s awkwardness often leads to horrible situations and missed opportunities, but one day he realizes his awkwardness has given him the chance to meet his polar opposite and quite possibly future boyfriend.

Note: I seemed to have accidentally deleted a paragraph when editing! It’s fixed now, but it may have confused some of you due to the sudden change of settings from Kyungsoo’s literature class to the library! I should pay more attention to that when going over stories! I apologize for not catching that sooner~

Also I recommend reading the teaser below so you aren’t too lost~

Awkward Situation (Kaisoo College AU Fanfic) Teaser

Kyungsoo trudged down the stairs, slouching. His face covered by his black hood. He was glad he thought to bring his hoodie, his face was still burning and he was sure it was obvious. Kyungsoo sighed, it was his last class for the day, which he was ever so grateful for.

Kyungsoo smiled nervously. Maybe the tan boy would forget all about him within the next day. He didn’t seem all that bright if Kyungsoo had to be honest. He never paid attention to the lecture and would instead flirt with the girls around him. Which Kyungsoo found irritating. He scoffed. The boy seemed to chatter endlessly. Did he have a mute button? Kyungsoo hoped he did. Because if he heard another cocky remark slip out of those silky, deliciously red lips. Kyungsoo’s cheeks heated up even more at the thought of the boys’ lips. He shook his head and the thoughts away. He would seriously grab his pencil and stab the nearest persons’ eye out. Sure, they were innocent, but be honest, you would do the same if some ridiculously hot guy was flirting with everyone else but you. Kyungsoo bit his lower lip, he couldn’t possibly feel jealous this guy was flirting with every other human imaginable yet seemed to ignore his existence? I mean, everyone else already did, but this…this was different.

Kyungsoo by now had reached the exit of the college, yawning as he pushed the doors open. He looked out, light rain beginning to hit the ground. He got past the two doors, pulling his hood over his head, he was greeted by a familiar short, and annoying loud thing. Baekhyun. Great. Just what Kyungsoo needed to add onto the list of, ‘Why Today Was A Horrible Day’.

“Hi Kyungsoo~” Baekhyun purred. Kyungsoo cringed. “Stop trying to be cute…or whatever that was. Don’t humiliate yourself.” Kyungsoo spat out coldly.

Baekhyun frowned. His hood slightly slipping off his head. “You’re no fun! How am I supposed to practice my seductive greeting when all you do is shoot my hopes and dreams down?” Kyungsoo snorted. “Seductive? Who are you trying to seduce? The neighbor’s dog?”

Baekhyun glared knives at Kyungsoo. “No I’m not trying to seduce the neighbor’s dog, although that pooch is super cute!” He squealed. “But! There’s this super cute guy in my nutrition class. He’s tall, is buff, has a hot deep voice, and get this! He can play piano, guitar, the drums, he can even rap! His singing voice is angelic. I literally cannot fathom how perfect this guy is!” Baekhyun ranted, much to Kyungsoo’s dismay. The rain had begun to come down much faster now. “Are you done?” Kyungsoo asked, looking down at his watch. Baekhyun smiled, “Yes.” He said with content. Kyungsoo sighed, “So to the dorm?” He asked Baekhyun. Baekhyun nodded. “I’m soooo tired!” He whined. Kyungsoo nodded, yawning. Baekhyun wrapped his arm around Kyungsoo’s neck, “I’d kill for some sushi right now. How about we skip all that homework and go eat instead? Sounds good right?” Kyungsoo scoffed, “We’re poor college students, so you better be satisfied with ramen noodles and leftover pizza because I am not spending money on an ungodly priced sushi bar.” Baekhyun shoved Kyungsoo lightly, not wanting to hurt the boy. “You’re no fun! I’ll just ask that cute hunk of a man to take me instead!”

Kyungsoo shrugged, feeling indifferent. Baekhyun sighed, before one of his eyebrows perked up. He smirked. “So, have you seen any hot guys lately? I’ve seen some walking in the halls, but that tall one is the only one I’m going after.” Baekhyun looked at Kyungsoo, whose cheeks were now bright red. “No. I have not seen any hot guys.” He said, tone serious. Although his face said otherwise. Baekhyun snickered, “Uh huh….who is it?”

Kyungsoo shook his head. “Nobody. Keep asking me and I’ll make sure you don’t see the light of day ever again?” He threatened, voice cold. Baekhyun shivered and laughed nervously, “Alright, alright.” He said, arm going around Kyungsoo’s neck in attempt to silently apologize.

In 10 short minutes the two short males had arrived at their destination, the male dormitories. Both males were soaked with rain and Baekhyun whined, staring at the locked door. “Hey Kyungsoo do you have your key on you? I forgot mine.” He explained, Kyungsoo nodded, he slipped his hood off his head before unzipping his bag and beginning to rummage through his belongings. He pushed aside notebooks, pencils, a pack of tissues, some spare gum, but his key just wasn’t in sight. Kyungsoo began to panic slightly, his cheeks beginning to heat up. “I-I…should have it…” He whimpered.

He reached to unzip one of the smaller pockets only to he greeted by pens and erasers. He opened another pocket, which had spare money and his student ID along with crumpled papers and food wrappers he was too lazy to actually throw away. His hairline was now dotted with small beads of sweat. “You know maybe…I just need to dump everything out…” He mumbled shakily, his hands reached towards the bottom of his backpack turning it around, all the contents spilling out.

Baekhyun hissed in frustration, and Kyungsoo’s hands fidgeted in his lap. “I swear…they were in there!” He justified. Baekhyun scoffed, “Did you drop your bag earlier today? Or something?” He questioned. Kyungsoo’s head hung, biting his lip in shame. He nodded slowly. He looked as if he was a puppy just scolded by its owner. “M-maybe…” Baekhyun ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. “Well go back and get it you damn idiot! I’m not sleeping out here!”

Kyungsoo flinched at Baekhyun’s loud voice. He picked himself up off the ground, head still hanging. “Pick my things up, I’ll go back and see if it’s there.” He said quietly before heading down the hallway to the exit of the dormitories.

Kyungsoo bit his lip as he headed out, scurrying down the sidewalk. His face hidden from view behind the hood. He began to cringe. “What if that Jongin has it? I’ll be fucked then! Oh my god, he’ll forever remember me as that idiot with absolutely no social skills whatsoever. ” Kyungsoo threw his head back in a groan.

As he neared the University he broke out into a run, breathing becoming ragged. His shoes now soaked from running through puddles. He skidded to a stop at the entrance, hands on his knees and panting. “Oh my god. I’m so out of shape. But hey! Round is a shape right?” He joked, laughing at himself. “I’m so hilarious.” He complimented, smiling to himself. He pulled the doors open, finding some students lounging around on the couches with books open. He looked around, before beginning to speed over to his literature class. Where he dropped his belongings earlier, and where he met that chiseled Greek god by the name of Jongin.

Kyungsoo peeked his head into the large room, seeing his elderly professor correcting papers. Kyungsoo took a deep breath before tip toeing in. The professor lifted his head with a smile, “You came to claim a key…right?” He asked with a gentle voice. Kyungsoo smiled sheepishly before nodding. “Is it…here?” He asked, taking a look at the floor only to find no keys lying around. The professor scratched his head, “Well, that Jongin boy, he told me if I managed to catch you that he would be up in the library studying. He’d give you your key then.” He explained with a wide smile. Kyungsoo nodded, hiding his terror. “Alright. Thank you sir. I really do appreciate it.” He thanked, bowing to the man before scurrying out the room. “Well, I now know the universe absolutely loves to screw me over.” He mumbled to himself as he stuck his hands into his pockets with with a frown.

He turned a corner, seeing a familiar winding staircase that he often walked up to head to the library, he gulped, his heart beginning to race. “Well, here goes nothing.” He whimpered, heading up the stairs. He walked slowly to the doors leading into the library, wanting to stall this inevitabe meeting with this ridiculously beautiful man as long as he could.

His hand reached out to the handle, his heart thumping loudly. He pulled the door open, slipping in quietly. Making sure to avoid disturbing the students nearby. He craned his neck, unsure as to where the sunkissed boy could be. His searching was interrupted as he was grabbed roughly by his arm and pulled behind a bookshelf. He gasped as his back hit the shelf, wind successfully knocked out of him. His eyes fluttered open, plump lips greeting him. His eyes widened, he looked up slowly, seeing a familiar lanyard with printed puppies dangling on the taller males’ finger. The male smirked. “Looking for this right?” He asked, looking at the lanyard on his finger. Kyungsoo quickly snatched it away, his cheeks so hot he could’ve sworn they could light this whole library up in flames. Kyungsoo looked down at his feet, fidgeting with the lanyard, the tan male let go of Kyungsoo’s shoulder, his hand dropping to his side.

“You left it earlier thrown on the floor. You left before I could give it to you. But atleast you managed to get it back, right?” The tall male joked. Kyungsoo bit his lip, nodding, avoiding eye contact with him. The tan male cocked his head to the side in confusion, his finger tilting Kyungsoo’s chin up, Kyungsoo now forced to look at those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. “Are you okay? You seem rather down.” He asked, his thumb now caressing the soft, pale skin that was Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo’s cheeks reddened. “N-no…I’m just a little embarrassed.” He explained, Kyungsoo hadn’t noticed, but he was beginning to lean into Jongin’s touch. But Jongin certainly did, his mouth twitched. This innocent boy certainly had him wanting to know more. He hadn’t been so intrigued by someone in so long, he usually had a fling or two here and there, but none of those people ever triggered the same want he was feeling for this small boy.

He smirked. “Embarrassed? Why?” He asked, his thumb still on his skin. Kyungsoo’s cheeks were now tinted a slight pink. Jongin licked his lips, and Kyungsoo’s breathing quickened. “U-um, I have a roommate who’s waiting to g-get back into our d-dorm.” He slipped out of Jongin’s touch, bowing. “T-thank you for returning my key. I really do appreciate it, Jongin.” He thanked before beginning to walk away towards the doors. Jongin’s heart did flips, ’He remembered my name?’ He watched the small boy walk out the door with a small smile.

Kyungsoo reached his room to find his things and Baekhyun both gone. Kyungsoo turned the knob to see Baekhyun lounging on the couch with a bowl of potato chips. “You’re back!” He said with a smile. “Turns out I had it in my pocket all along! Sorry for making you go through all that trouble Kyungsoo.” He apologized with loud laughter before returning his attention to the TV screen.

Kyungsoo’s jaw dropped. “You asshole! You’ll pay for this Byun fucking Baekhyun!”

Meant to Be Yours, Chapter 20

Robin breaks into Storybrooke’s library to prove a point to Regina, and inadvertently helps her to realize a possible way to break the curse; meanwhile, Regina hears back from Emma about possibly meeting Henry.

For the anon who requested the quote, “It was worth a shot” for Regal Believer; and for the lovely @trina-deckers who requested “OQ and Reading” from my prompt list. I hope it’s okay that I used the prompt for this verse!

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

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Bird of Passage

Originally posted by semiconductorwave

character: you x chanyeol

genre: angst, minor fluff idk

warning: nah

a/n: in which tour life gets hard and all chanyeol wants is to be by his girl’s side. it was actually inspired by some personal experiences and emotions while being miles away from my loved ones for a period of time. enjoy!

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Audacity - Kun (M)

Requested: Can I request Kun smut??Bcuz I have never read a Kun smut . Just Lead to make love in the swimmingpool.
Can I request Kun smut?? Just a hot/sexy smut or something ! ^^Thank you.
Can I request a ceo!kun smut please I love your writing!!! Thank you so much

A/N: Never let someone with authority or more power than you influence you into sexual activities you don’t want to engage in! This story is fiction and the protagonist originally is against anything of the sort, however she does become influenced to give in. It eventually is her choice to continue, her attraction for the antagonist growing.
I’m sorry, I had to make Kun a douche- [I just realized this seems kinda like a Trump scandal] I didn’t make him a CEO either, but his position is not that different tbh
FYI: water is a rlly horrible lubricant, I feel like water penetration sex is only successful like 50% of the time.

**THIS IS SMUT**

Word Count: 1,588


 

“Welcome to China!”

You greeted the small ensemble with a warm smile.

“Miss, we’ve arranged for all of your accommodations,” your secretary began.

You looked at her expectantly as you walked. Her gaze darted away as she cleared her throat.

“Mr. Qian has requested-”

“No” you barked.

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Nothing At All - Alfie Solomons Fan Fic: Chapter 21

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*A humourous little chapter to lighten the mood from recent trauma and necessary evil.*

(Sorry for the delay today, Tumblr was a wee snarky bitch and wouldn’t let me add any photos of Alfie.  A BLOODY crime in my opinion.)


Chapter 21 – Addled

The sounds of muted voices carried up the stairs, gently nudging into her dreamy state.   She could detect the low, deep tone of Alfie and was pretty sure the other voice belonged to Ollie.   Couldn’t stay away from work.   She shook her head upon the soft pillow and snuggled deep under the covers, the bed taking a chill without his warmth beside her.   Adjusting her sore hip under the covers, a wince creasing her delicate features as the wound pulled.   A deep throbbing felt at the entry point and down her entire leg.   She was sitting up and struggling to check the wound when Alfie entered the bedroom, a slight limp still detected.   He noted the pale skin and worried gaze as she lay twisted in the sheets, trying to peel the bandage from her side.

“Hey… easy love.  Let me do that.”    He brushed her fingers aside and began to peel the taped bandage slowly.   She hissed through her teeth and gripped his arm tight.

“Right, deep breath then…” and he pulled the remainder off in one pull, cringing as her yelp threatened to burst his ears.  “Bloody hell.  Damn near burst my ear drums.”

Immediately he felt remorse as he caught her gaze and the tears swimming within the swirling depths.  Her hand still gripped his arm and her breath was in shallow gasps.   Reaching a hand up to her temple, he found her skin hot to his touch.   Quickly he glanced down at the bullet wound and found it an angry shade of red that stretched out in a wide circle down her hip and onto her upper thigh.   He pressed a finger into the swollen red circle and she gasped in pain.   It was also hot to the touch.   She saw the worried gaze he couldn’t conceal, as he once more limped from the bedroom, his voice hollering down the stairs.

“Ollie!  Ollie, hurry up – now!”

Ollie’s questioning voice was barely heard from the bottom of the stairs.

“Call the doctor, tell him it’s an emergency.”

The sounds of Ollie’s running steps fill the house.   Then a few seconds later his voice carries up the stairs.  

“He says what kind of emergency?”

Alfie’s voice thundered back down the stairs, “The kind where I am going to fuckin shoot him, if he doesn’t get his ass here … NOW!”    

More running steps, followed shortly with, “He’s on his way.”

Alfie came shuffling back into the bedroom mumbling fuckin hell he is, right under his breath, while he avoided Alyona’s watchful stare from the middle of his bed.

“Alfie?”    

“Yeah love.”   He sat on the edge of the bed with a groan, palms pressed to his eyes.

“What’s wrong… how bad… is it infected?”

Alfie looked over his shoulder and reached back to take a hand, “Yeah, it’s infected.   Not bad though I think.”   He squeezed her hand, rubbed his thumb along her fingers.  “Doc fix ya right up soon.”   His eyes finally met hers, saw the dullness that pain had wrought, though she nodded bravely back.   Her lips compressed white in a thin line.

“Does it hurt much?”   She only nodded in response, tears slipping down her cheeks.   He was moving to pull her close, when Ollie yelled that the doctor had arrived.    He brushed her cheeks and then went to meet the doctor at the top of the stairs.

She could hear their low voices out in the hall, and it was only a few moments before the doctor entered the room; closing the door behind him.   Much to Alfie’s displeasure, duly noted in the mumbled fuckin hell from the other side of the door.

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Sweet Revenge Ch.5

We have reached the end. Thank you to those 3 that have shown this fic love.
This is for @whispersandwhiskerburn Much Ado About Nothing Challenge.
Refer to the master post for more information.
Prompt: Vengeful Spirits, The Veil, Vessel
Quote: “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?” in bold
Word Count: 3356 - this is a long one, but so worth it. bias
Warnings: domestic violence, angst, Supernatural References, Canon, Original Characters, my handwriting, trauma, torture, a smidge of fluff.
Summary: John follows his new formed hunter’s instincts to his first solo case. But this one hits close to home and has him questioning whether what he’s doing is right, for him, his boys and for Mary’s memory.
A/N: Italics below the cut are from Hazel’s POV.

Catch Up here: Chapter 4
“Well… thanks.” John finally said, opening the driver’s side door and sliding into the bucket seat. He started the car and revved, almost missing Bobby’s call of “Call me if you need anything.” before taking off.

Date: 29 May 84

“Fucken. Stop!” Joel’s voice broke with how loud he screamed.
“Did you fucken stop?” She questioned, mimicking his tone, “Did you ever stop when I begged you to?” Hazel pinched the hollows of his cheeks, making his teeth seperate and his mouth stay open.
“Hazel?” He murmured around her fingers, unbelieving. Hazel smiled, her mouth twisting into a devilish snarl.
“He finally gets it! Well done, you slow, ignorant, fuck.” She drawled, throwing the curses he’d once directed at her, back at him.
“I’m so sorry. I never meant to…” He pleaded, but his words were mumbled as she kept her hold on his cheeks. She fixed the pliers around his front upper tooth. So much easier than a moler, no idea why they’d do that in movies. And she’d read in a dentist’s office once; there were more nerves in the front teeth than in the back.
She yanked down hard, with all her vessel’s might. It popped free, Joel’s head lolled forward, his muted scream stopping as he fainted.
“Wake up, Joel. I’m not done with you.” Hazel demanded, slapping him across the face, hard.

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I was a bit worried that this piece wouldn’t be long enough, but I added in Bucky dealing with Sam to round it out. I just like the idea of Bucky being protective. Sam tries his best, but he forgets that not everyone is like him. Thank you to @bucky-slut (which is truly a marvellous url) for the request.

Prompt: Can you do a Bucky x reader where they live across each other and have a morning ritual where they get coffee every morning together but one day the reader wasn’t outside her door and he has the keys to her apartment and finds her passed out because of complete exhaustion from training and takes care of her?Thank you and I love your writings!

“Every Minute Counts”

Bucky knocked on the door politely, and waited. You’d given him a key to your house a while ago but he never used it. He’d never had the need. Every time he called for you, you were already waiting outside.

The two of you had lived across from each other for years. Every morning at 7, you woke up and went for a jog. You returned promptly at 7:30, showered, changed, and left the house again at 7:45. At the same time, you would see Bucky leave his house also. The 15-minute walk into town was spent looking at him from behind, at which point he’d turn into the same coffee shop as you.

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Hate at First Sight

Marichat May Day 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31


Adrien tries to keep himself calm and under control.

He isn’t her boyfriend, he reminds himself, teeth grinding—well, in point of fact he is, but not as Adrien, damn his secret identity—which means that he can’t personally push this bastard’s face in.

A second thought occurs to him a beat later, which makes him grind his teeth harder. The whole “Adrien Agreste is not dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng” thing also means he can’t take the much-preferred option of grabbing Marinette, dipping her low, and kissing the living daylights out of her.  At least, he can’t do it without getting slapped.  Or, considering that this is Marinette he’s talking about, getting an arm broken.

Nino taps him on a shoulder.

“Yes?” Adrien says, with a hint of a disemboweling snarl in his voice.  Nino scoots to the side a little with his next step.

“Uh, you all right, man?” Nino says.

“Fine,” Adrien growls, keeping his eyes fixed forwards, fists shoved into his jacket pockets.

Ahead of them, the transfer student—Adrien refuses to dignify him with a name—chats casually with Marinette, who smiles and laughs at his jokes appropriately but otherwise maintains a comfortable distance between them.

Adrien tries to force himself to relax.  This is Marinette, he tells himself, whose instinctive reaction to basically everyone she meets is to make them feel welcome and comfortable and a whole host of other adjectives that Adrien doesn’t care to associate with him.  This is the girl who not only loves him but who makes a point of reminding him of that every chance she gets.  He has zero reason to be concerned over his proximity to her.

The transfer student playfully bumps shoulders with Marinette and Adrien growls deep in his chest.


“You’re more head-bumpy than usual today,” Marinette says absently as she strokes his hair behind an ear.  “What’s up?”

Chat purrs as he flops supine across Marinette’s lap and bats at her chin; Marinette rolls her eyes at him and shoves him off of her lap.  “I need to pee,” she says to Chat’s pout, and kisses him lightly on the forehead.

When Marinette comes back Chat flops back onto her lap.  Marinette sighs.

“Okay, kitty,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “what’s wrong? And don’t bother denying it, you’re only ever this affectionate when something’s bothering you.”

Chat sighs and tells her.

“Are you stalking me?” Marinette says, narrowing her eyes at him.  Chat springs into a sitting position and waves his hands frantically in denial.

“No, no, not at all,” he babbles, “friends, I’m friends with Adrien, dropped by, he was complaining about—“

“Relax, kitty,” Marinette says, “I was kidding.  Though that does explain how you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

She studies Chat as he sags in relief.  “So Adrien was talking about it, huh?” she asks quietly.

“Loudly,” Chat says.  He bobs his head to the side.  “I think he’s still interested in you.”

“Well, he’ll just have to deal,” Marinette says firmly.  “I’m in love with you, and you’re my boyfriend.”

Chat decides to not take the second it takes her to answer as an omen.

“But anyways,” she continues, “I think that your concerns about him are not, shall we say, entirely unfounded.”

“You have a plan, don’t you.”

“Not really,” Marinette says, waggling a hand in a “maybe-maybe not” gesture between them.  “Like, if he’s not going to make a big deal of it I’m not going to either.”  She bites her lip and looks away.  “I’ve broken enough hearts for now, I think.”

“He doesn’t seem the sort to not make a big deal of it,” Chat notes as he pulls her up against him, her back against his chest.

Marinette shrugs.  “I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.”


The transfer student makes his move the next week.

“I am utterly enchanted by you, Marinette,” he says, dropping to a knee and presenting her with a rich bouquet of flowers. “From the moment I arrived here, your beauty has burned constantly in my thoughts.”

He shoots her what he probably thinks is a heart-stopping grin.  “Would you be open to a dinner engagement this Wednesday?”

“Thank you,” Marinette says, taking a step back, “but I can’t say yes.  At all.”

His smile falters.  “What?”

“My answer, unfortunately,” she says, “is no.  I am not open to going on a date with you.”

“What, really?  Even after I went to all this trouble?” he responds, gesturing to his suit.

“Yes, really,” Marinette says, taking another step back.  Her hands rest easily and warily at her sides.

His brow furrows in confusion.  “Why not?”

“Because I’m not interested,” Marinette says patiently.

“You could be,” he says, “if you got to know me.”

“She’s got a boyfriend,” Alya cuts in, pushing Marinette behind her.

“Who?” the transfer student demands.

“Adrien,” Alya says.  Marinette chokes on her next breath.

“What, pretty boy?” he says.

“Yes, pretty boy, excuse me, come along, Alya,” Marinette says, grabbing Alya by the arm and dragging her off past Adrien.  “The fuck are you thinking you know I’m not interested in him anymore—“ he hears Marinette hiss as they go by.

He hears footsteps and turns back to see the transfer student standing entirely too close to him.

“You don’t deserve her,” he says, and tries to follow Alya and Marinette, only to be blocked by Ivan.

Ivan growls.

Ivan is, in actuality, probably the only person in the room who could give Rose a run for her money in the cuddliness department.  But, Adrien has to admit, he has a very good growl.

The transfer student goes and sits grumpily at his seat, chucking the bouquet into the garbage bin on his way.

Later that day, as Adrien is waiting for the Gorilla, Marinette comes up to him and hugs him tightly.

“Please don’t tell Chat until I get a chance to talk to him,” she whispers in his ear.

She leans back, pecks him quickly on the cheek and says, with an airy, flirty air worthy of Chloe, says, “See you tomorrow, Adrien,” before scurrying off.

It’s kind of creepy.


“So, long story short I’m pretend-dating Adrien Agreste until we figure out a permanent solution to this mess,” Marinette explains to Chat.  “I am really, really sorry about this.”

“Well, so long as you don’t bear his child or anything,” Chat says.  Marinette punches him on the shoulder.

“Chat!”

“I don’t have a problem with this, Princess,” Chat says.  “Whatever helps you get through this.”

She stares at him for a minute.  “You’re,” she says eventually, “like, not going to threaten to punch Adrien if he gets handsy or anything?”

“What good would that do?” Chat says.  “Besides, you hit harder than I do.”

“Damn skippy.”

Girls Night-Part 9

*edit created by @strictlyncisconfessions*

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of sex (no details this time)

Word Count:1928

A/N: Just a heads up, this has not been beta’d and I’m finishing it at like 1:10 am-I’ll go back through tomorrow and fix any errors. Outside of that, I’ve got a nice little surprise(?) in here! Did you have a feeling? Send me your feedback!!!

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32 + jihoon?? <33

32. First time on phone/skype


“Hey beautiful,” Jihoon spoke as he took a more comfortable position on his bed. He fixed his laptops camera, pushing it back to make sure you could see him well. “Hey,” you answered, a smile appearing on your lips as you saw a smiling Jihoon on your screen. He was wearing a basic white t-shirt and by the background you could tell he was at the dorms.

“Are you alone? It seems to be quiet there” you asked him, a weird feeling building up in your stomach all of a sudden. It was like you were nervous for some reason.

“Yes, I came back to the dorms a bit earlier tonight so I have around 20 minutes by myself. And I thought of calling you immediately” Jihoon explained, running his fingers through his hair.

“Lucky for you I haven’t moved from my computer for two hours so I could answer your call” you laughed and sighed as you stared at your screen.

You missed him, a lot, you would’ve lied if you would’ve said that you didn’t. It was hard being in a long distance relationship but he had always been really patient with you, which had forced you to be as well. You would plan your flight to Korea months in advance but currently, he was so busy that your visit might be postponed by a month from your usual visiting time.

You blinked rapidly as you got out from your thoughts and realised why you were feeling “nervous”, just seeing him made you want him.

You wanted to be there, but the main reason was because you wanted him. So an idea popped into your head, probably not a good one but his reaction would determine the outcome.

“So you’re alone…I have a plan” you said and shifted on the bed, revealing more of your cleavage to him. The thin material of your nighty barely covering up anything, especially when you had no bra on underneath.

“Y/N” Jihoon rasped out as you dragged your fingers up from your breasts to your neck.

“I miss you Jihoon, so goddamn much” you mumbled, shifting only to sit upright on the bed, slowly opening your legs.

“How do we…?” you asked as quietly as you could, not really sure why. Jihoon palmed his growing erection through his pants and let out a small moan, causing you to automatically bite your lips. “You know what, we’ll figure this out. Like right now” you said, placing your laptop on your pillow and checking how the angle would be if you would sit a little further away from it.

“I can’t see your face like that” Jihoon noted, his eyes locked on the screen, fingers gently playing with his erection through his pants, just like yours would.

“Better?” you asked after going even further back and opening up your legs, your fingers finding their way between them. You started slowly circling your clit through your shorts, your breath hitching as you did.

Jihoon could only nod as he saw how your eyes were slightly hooded and how your fingers were circling your clit, a small wet spot starting to from on your shorts.

He rose to his feet and shrugged of his pants and boxers, sitting back down on the bed and placing his computer on his knees so that you could see everything he was doing. You gasped as you saw his cock up close, licking your lips as you noticed the pre cum forming on the tip.

His face was flushed as he noticed you eyeing your screen up and down. He found this situation to be surprisingly hot and better than he had ever imagined in his wildest dreams.

“You like that don’t you?” He smirked and pumped his cock a few times. You nodded. “You have no idea…” you moaned as you hit a really sensitive spot.

“I think it’s time for you to get those pants off as well princess” Jihoon said as he let his hand glide up his shaft, brushing over the tip. You obeyed and quickly pulled off your pyjama shorts and little panties, getting back to your earlier position.

“Oh god you look so fucking sexy like that” Jihoon murmured while stroking himself up and down as you played with your own sensitive nub of nerves, moaning his name.

You couldn’t help but to admit that you were a bit shy initiating this because it was the first time for both of you for even doing anything like this, but the shyness was long gone when you grew wetter and more sensitive by the minute.

“Y/N, listen to me” Jihoon said and grunted a little when his grip was a little too tight on his cock. “Slip your fingers into your pussy. Thrust them in and out for me, please” he begged. You nodded your head and quickly did as you were told, moving them in and out, the wet sloppy sounds filling your room.

“I can hear how wet you are. Oh God, I wish it was me fucking you with my fingers,” he groaned as he noticed your hips bucking upwards. “Go faster. Just like I would.” He maoned as he squeezed his cock in his hand, imagining it was you clenching around him.

“I need to come, oh please, Jihoon” you whined, riding your fingers, your back arching at the sensation you hadn’t felt in a long time. “I am so close Y/N, make yourself come. Come for me,” he moaned out while thrusting his cock into his hand. You bit your lip and just focused on Jihoon’s voice and your fingers moving inside of you.

When you heard Jihoon whimper you found it impossible to keep on going anymore and you came like that, hard and fast, your free hand clutching onto your bedsheets.

You nearly screamed as you kept sliding your fingers in and out of yourself, realising to open your eyes just in time to see Jihoon come as well, spurts of white cum covering his white shirt, his hand slowing down its movements until they stopped completely.

A pleased smile spread across your face as you removed your fingers from your wetness and sucked them clean. “Fuck, I love you so much,” Jihoon panted while he leaned to the right to get a tissue, cleaning up the mess he made. He was now even more flushed, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

“I love you too. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neither, and we…need to repeat this soon. This was probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever done for me babe” he said and moved the computer closer to his face. “Definitely, but I’m tired now. I’ll go shower and head to bed” you smiled and blew a kiss towards the camera.

“Good night beautiful”

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Lap Dance

Summary: The reader works at a strip club where Dean is a very keen audience member.

A/N: I hope you like it! Its just a little bit of Demon!Dean smut for you all. Tell me what you think and I’ll love you forever.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, demon!Dean

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You walked across the main floor, looking for someone who didn’t have a drink or looked like they wanted a dance. You spotted a guy sitting in the middle of the room who looked like he needed both, walking up to him with your hips swaying.

“Hey there, would you like a drink?”

“Whiskey. Thanks.” He said, turning to you with his eyes dropping over your body before making eye contact again.

“And would you be in need of anything else?”

“What do you have to offer?”

“You’ve been here for half an hour, I think you know what I have to offer.”

“You seem like you’d know how to give a guy a good time.”

“And you seem…”

“Handsome? Sexy? Hot? Good-looking?”

“Sleezy.” You replied, watching his reaction closely. He smiled, taking your insult without trying to throw one back. “You’re Dean right?”

“How do you know that?” He said, taken aback by your knowledge.

“Some of the girls have invited you back to their rooms before right? I hear you never go any further with them than talking.”

“So I wouldn’t be able to pretend this is my first time in a strip club and get a free lap dance from you would I?”

“I think not. But you could definitely pay for one.” You liked this guy. He seemed laid back, and you felt you didn’t need to put on your normal act around him.

“Sure. How much?”

“$20, per song.”

“$20? I’m sure guys would pay so much more.”

“I’m giving you a discount. Don’t think I give them away that easily to everyone else.”

“Oh and why do I get a discount?”

“Honestly? I’m just hoping you’ll spend more if this one’s cheaper. What I should be telling you though is that I just think you’re so hot that I want to give you a lap dance no matter what.”

“Is that what your manager tells you to say?” He replied, not expecting an answer as he shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a $20 bill. You reached out for it but he pulled his hands back behind him, a grin spreading over his face. “You’re not going to get it that easily sweetheart, you need to earn it.”

It was bad that this guy was turning you on so much, his looks, his voice, everything! You started swaying your hips in front of him, your thumbs hooked round the sides of your skimpy panties, lowering it a few millimetres before pulling it back up, your hands flying up to your hair and brushing through it as you twisted your body around.

You faced him again, running a finger along his thigh slowly and then up his chest, stopping as you reached his neck. You put your finger under his chin, his eyes fixed on yours as his head moved forward. You ducked your head down, your lips just brushing his before you backed away again, turning away from him. You swayed your hips, feeling his eyes still staring at you even when you couldn’t see him.

You jumped slightly when you felt his hand on your hip, lightly touching your skin. You turned back around, his hand brushing over your stomach to your other hip as he looked up at you.

“Normally I’d tell you that you can’t touch me.” You teased, continuing to move your body.

“Normally?” He smirked.

“Normally the guys aren’t this attractive.” You replied, as his hand moved down you body. His finger trailed along your inner thigh, almost stopping you from dancing before moving it away.

Just as the song finished he rolled up the $20 note, pushing it into the top of your panties and giving you a wink before standing up and walking over to the bar.

You walked through into your dressing room, your skin hot with the feeling of him against you. You ran your hand through your hair as you walked around the room, looking for your clothes. You pulled on your vest top and tight jeans just as another girl walked into the room.

“Hey Y/N, you put on a good show tonight!”

“I didn’t strip?”

“Yeah but the lap dance you gave that guy just now… oh he was practically drooling!”

“You know what, is he still out there?”

“I think so, he’s just been at the bar since you left, he might’ve gone now though. I can check when I go out next.”

“If he’s still out there, can you tell him to come back here?”

“You gonna put on a private show? That’s Dean right?”

“Yeah.”

“Ohh Dean! Tell me if he does it… he hasn’t actually gone along with it before. With anyone!”

“I know, but I’m hoping to win him over.”

“Well you better give me all the details…”

“I will!” You called out as she left the room again.

A few minutes later and you heard a light knock at the door. Checking yourself out once more you walked over to the door, opening it and looking up at the man in front of you.

“Heard you couldn’t keep away!” Dean said.

“I guess I couldn’t.” You replied, biting your lip.

He stepped into the room, looking around briefly before walking over to the couch in the centre, sitting in the middle and looking up at you again.

“Well you’re looking very handsome.”

“Is this a pitch?” He said with a smile.

“Was it that obvious?”

“I’ve just heard a few.”

“So what was the reason you haven’t followed through before, the cost or the sex?”

“Neither. It was the girls.”

“Anything that would help you to… find the right girl?” You walked over to him, your hands running up the inside of his thigh, and up onto his chest as you wrapped your legs round his hips, sitting on his lap.

“Well, this is certainly helping.” He said, putting a hand on your hip. “You’re pretty direct aren’t you?”

“I just look at what the client wants, and you just want someone to cut the bullshit” you said, brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You really do know how to persuade a guy don’t you?” He replied, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looked you up and down. “You know, I liked it a lot more when you were only wearing those cute little panties and bra. And I think I’d like it even more if you weren’t wearing anything.”

The look of lust on his face made a knot in your stomach as you ran your hands over his chest, biting your lip as you looked up at him. You started to grind against him, feeling his bulge even though both of your jeans.

He pulled you into a kiss, his hand stayed on your hip but moved under your shirt, his other hand starting to take it off. You moved apart, your hands flying above your head as he pulled it up and threw it to the side, his mouth coming back to your lips, hungry for more. He bit your lip and you pushed yourself closer to him as he moved his mouth down your neck, biting at your skin.

“If you make marks then I’m gonna have to spend ages covering them with make up before I go perform again.” You said as his mouth continued to work on your neck.

“Leave them. I want all the men out there to know that you’re mine.” He replied as his mouth moved to your collarbone, biting down again.

You stood up to pull off your jeans, unbuttoning them and starting to pull the down your leg. Dean reached out, grabbing your hips and laying you down on the couch in one swift move before his hands found the top of your jeans, pulling them off with one tug.

He took off his own shirt before spinning you round and he kneeling on the floor in front of you. He bit the inside of your thigh, making you let out a moan and he looked up at you with a smirk.

His fingers wrapped around the sides of your panties, pulling them down slowly as he continued to watch you.

His head came back up between your legs, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine.

“You know, not many guys give head.”

“Oh but how could I resist? You look like you taste so damn good.” he pushed you so you were lying back down on the couch, his body moving so he could keep his head between your legs. You looked down at him, for a second you thought you saw his eyes turned black but then he blinked again and you saw green.

Your head flew backwards as he licked a long line along your folds, your back arching. He sucked on your clit slightly and you bit your lip, the sound of a  moan still escaping your mouth. You gripped the side of the couch, your fingers digging into it as Dean continued to lick and suck at you, causing you to let out moans and gasps.

He pushed his tongue into you and you shut your eyes, writhing underneath him. He hooked your leg over his arm to get closer to you, and to stop you from moving so much as his tongue continued to move.

“Fuck-” you said, your breathing staggered, “-I’m so close”

“You have such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl.” Dean said, his voice almost a growl, sending vibrations round your whole body. “Okay then baby, cum for me.”

And with his words you did exactly that, seeing white as you shut your eyes, your orgasm flooding through you. Once you’d opened your eyes again, still coming down from your high, you looked at Dean who had a small smirk on his face as he stood up and you noticed the bulge in his pants.

You sat up, your hands stroking down his chest and to his pants, unzipping them slowly. You pulled them down his legs and he stepped out of them, pulling of his shoes and socks too. Before you could reach back up to his boxers he stepped back.

“Oh I don’t want teasing” he said as you pouted at him. “I know you want to put my cock in that dirty little mouth of yours and let me tell you, any other day I would kill to see your lips wrapped around my length, but right now I just want to watch you cum again with me inside of you.”

You couldn’t hold back the moan in your throat, and he smirked again. You reached behind you, grabbing a condom from the side and looking up at him, holding it out. He took it from you without argument, pulling down his boxers and your eyes went wide as you looked at him, feeling your next orgasm rising at just the thought of him inside you.

He slipped on the condom and looked back up at you, walking over with his cock in his hand, pushing you back down on the couch, his arms either side of you as he lined himself up.

He thrust into you quickly, his head ducking down to your neck so he could bite at your skin again. He held your hip down as you began to move under him again, a moan escaping your lips.

He continued to pump into you, your head rolling back once again as he filled you up.

“Fuck-” you swore loudly.

“If you’re too loud someone’s gonna hear, princess.”

“I can’t help it if you’re so goddamn good.”

He he let out a slightly chuckle again the skin of your neck, his fingers digging into your hip.

“You ready princess? I’m gonna cum-” he continued to pump into you, groaning into your neck as he came, causing you to cum just after with your hands scratching at his back.

You continued to breathe heavily as he pulled out, your chest rising and falling as you lay there. You looked over at him as he pulled on his boxers, a smile on his face. He picked up his jeans and put them on, looking over at you.

“How much is that then?” He said, digging into his pocket to pull out some money.

You sat up, only just coming down from the high of your orgasm. “I think that ones on the house.”

“That good huh?”

“Well if you ever drop in here again, you know where to find me.”

Sentences [part 3]

Series: Soul Eater
Main pairing: Soma
Genre: Romance, humor
Setting: AU: Soul Mates
Rating: T
Type: Multi-Chapter.
Read on: FF.net., Ao3
Read other chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

Synopsis: In which the first sentence your soul mate will speak to you appears tattooed on your skin once you turn 18, and Maka discovers that not every sentence is romantic. (based off of this post)

A/N: (Edited) 

This chapter is shorter than the others. I decided that I liked where I ended it so I left it where it was!


Everything is upside down.

Maka’s head hangs off the side of her bed, her left wrist directly in front of her face. Her line of vision shifts between her Sentence and the pile of books across the room from her. 

She’d gotten a total of 12 books last week at the bookstore with Soul, and she had only bought 3 of them. He had insisted on buying her any book that she even remotely mentioned looked good, and she’d left with quadruple what she had originally thought she’d leave with.

They had gone from the bookstore to some of the other shops downtown, talking about different things and learning bits of information about each other through the small talk. She didn’t think she’d ever laughed as much she had then – being out with Soul had almost been as natural as breathing.

Her cheeks grow warm, and she isn’t sure whether it’s from the blood rushing to her head or the thought of Soul.

She sighs and pulls herself up to sit cross-legged instead, facing her window. She touches her cheeks, a small smile on her lips. 

She wonders if this is what having a soulmate is supposed to feel like.

If it is, Maka thinks that she might not mind it very much.

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