my face clean off your face

“You just couldn’t take the face paint off, huh.”

“It’s a symbolic thing, I can’t just wipe it off. Ain’t the suit enough?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just thought you loved me enough to clean your face, is all. Silly me.”

“For fuck’s sake. Fine. I’ll run to your place. Long as you take the heels off. The extra height keeps throwin’ me off.”

“Deal. My feet hurt anyway.”

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I didn’t realize how misinformed I was about skincare until I started practicing a little witchcraft. I thought that apricot scrubs were good, oil was bad, and that cystic acne couldn’t be treated topically. Oh, was I wrong. About a year ago, I befriended a 30 year practicing witch who had about 14 years cosmetology experience at the time. Having just discovered Paganism myself, I constantly bugged her about both subjects. She taught me some basics and I’ve been using them ever since. They really work. And it’s a nice and easy introduction to spells if you’re looking to get into somethin’ spooky. 

First things first: Apricot scrubs are TERRIBLE. Any facial scrub that has granules you can see is going to put tiny cuts in your already irritated face and make your acne more susceptible to infection/irritation. She recommended using a mixture of coconut oil and baking soda to make a paste that will very very gently remove dead skin without causing redness. People with rosacea should avoid using any type of scrub, even though this one is very mild. Never exfoliate more than 2-3 times a week, and never ever do it two days in a row. When you’re done, make sure you put as much oil as you can in the trash can- rinsing it off in the sink will clog the drain over time. And remember- the thicker the paste, the more coarse the scrub will be. Scrub using gentle yet wide circular motions, timing yourself at about 60 seconds. 

Oil is not bad for your skin! Coconut oil has tiny molecules unlike other oils, so it can penetrate hair and skin better than other oils. Coconut oil is excellent at pulling your natural facial oils out of your pores without stripping moisture. After you use the scrub, use a warm, damp wash cloth to gently wipe away the oil and baking soda. You should always moisturize immediately after cleansing, but I’ve noticed that after using this cleanser my skin doesn’t ususally need it. Besides coconut oil, lavender oil, grapeseed oil, and sweet almond oil are also very good for acne prone skin. Tea tree oil can be diluted heavily and applied to spot treat, but do not use more than once a week in small quantities or it will make your skin itchy and red. Always always always moisturize before putting on makeup by the way!

As for the face masks! I have a face mask recipe that will reduce my pore size by like 80-90%. Seriously. If I used it once a week I’d have perfect skin, but I don’t, so even when my skin is at its worst, this mask still kicks ass. I don’t have exact measurements for everything (or anything really) so please be patient with yourself when making them. But that’s the beauty of this recipe- you can change it to fit your skin problems with a little research and a trip to the health food store. Side note: Do the mask right after you use the scrub. Otherwise it won’t work as well.

The base of the mask is this magical powder called kaolin clay. I buy it in bulk at the health food store and it’s cheap as hell. It’s just a mild clay that turns to putty then hardens in ten minutes. I probably use ¾ cup, maybe even a full cup for a mask. Just depends on how many liquids you want to include. Star out small and add as you go.

After putting a starter amount of clay into a small bowl, I set that aside and start on the liquids. I like to use tea instead of water. I make a teensy amount of hot water then pour it over green tea, rose petals, and calendula petals. Green tea is anti-inflammatory, rose balances pH, and calendula is great for skin. Try to buy organic so you’re not dousing yourself in pesticides. I set these aside to brew. The less water you use, the stronger the tincture, and the less time you need to wait. 

I only have a few essential oils, but if you do a little research, it is super easy to pick out some that are good for skin and are non-comodegenetic (won’t clog pores). I take my little bowl of clay and start adding a few drops of lavender oil, a few drops of grapeseed oil, a squirt of sweet almond, and two tiny drops of tea tree. Other options are ylang ylang (good for oily skin), chamomile (very soothing), and clary sage (for reverse aging and puffiness). I would say maybe 5 oils would be a good maximum, just because you need room for the tea. 

Add the tea by holding the flowers back with a spoon and pouring tiny little amounts into the clay and oil mixture, stirring frequently so that you don’t get it too thin. You want it the texture of Elmer’s glue. If a few petals get into the mask, that’s fine. Some people add loose green tea leaves to their masks straight up, so whatever’s clever. Then just smear the mask on, avoiding the eye area if you used tea tree oil, and leave it on for about 10 minutes. It will harden so if you want to drink anything you should use a straw, and the mask will flake a bit towards the end, so be aware of that. Once the ten minutes is up, just splash wet water on your face to turn it back to glue texture, then wash off with warm water. This may take a while. Then after you dry your face with a clean towel, check out your pores in the mirror! This is my favorite part because there are patches of my skin when I don’t have visible pores at all, and where I do, they are so much lighter and smaller. The essential oils must penetrate the blackheads or something, I have no idea, but it does what no Biore strips or Clean and Clear scrub have ever done before. 

Make sure you moisturize after ! I have really bad acne so I follow up with benzoyl peroxide (doctor’s orders) and a light drugstore moisturizer to keep my pores looking like this as long as possible. I recommend doing this mask once a week at least, but definitely no more that once every three days. And don’t pop pimples! Give these remedies some time and you will see a huge difference. 

One more thing: Rose water. I make my own, but it can be bought at $30 a bottle at Sephora. However, I don’t use mine that often because it’s non-organic, so unless you have the hookup on organic roses, you might want to steer clear. Basically all it is is rose tea. I get roses from my boyfriend frequently, so I hang them up to dry thoroughly and then collect the petals in a burlap bag. Once I have a grocery bag’s worth, I toss them in a pot to boil. There are lots of ways to do this online, but mine is very simple. Just bring petals to a soft boil, steep until it’s dark red, then let cool. I store mine in a massive mason jar in the refrigerator. I leave some petals in there to make it stronger, but you can strain them immediately if you like. Definitely strain them before using the water to make you life a little easier.

I use rose water as a toner between cleansing and moisturizing. It’s cool from refrigeration, which calms any puffiness, and it apparently balances pH. Another cool thing about it is it moistens your face right before you moisturize. Lotion doesn’t always add moisture to your skin, it often just retains what moisture you have. So if you moisturize damp skin, you’ll retain more moisture. Seems weird but it works.

The witchcraft comes in where you want it to. I like to put intention in the stirring; meaning I stir right if I want to embrace good vibes and positive outcomes, stir left if I have something negative on my mind that I want to banish. I think there is magic in the herbs and oils themselves so I don’t get too fancy or chant, but it is totally a thing for people to chant while making these kinds of elixirs. Tumblr is full of awesome little rituals! I just tend to keep it simple. 

So anyways this is basically everything I know about skincare, and it was all taught to me by a woman in her late thirties that looks like she’s 24. Kudos if you read this entire thing! Seacrest out.

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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Angel

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Mardi Gras shenanigans. It’s porn, plot is optional.

Word Count:1,976

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Dirty Talk, Oral (MR)

A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)

“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”

Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.

Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.

Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.

Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.

“Looking for someone?”

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Your Sugar Baby Over Night Bag : Tips and Tricks

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

1. Know his patterns. 

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

2. Know his timing. 

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

3. Pack light but efficiently. 

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

Checklist :

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


Toiletries :

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

Clothes :

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

Laundry Day

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 506

A/N: This was written in the early hours of the morning with no sleep during the night. It was me trying to prove to @mysupernaturalfics I can word in english when tired af! So, so sorry to anyone deciding to read this one.

You looked around the the laundry room letting out a loud sigh. Just how many black t-shirts and flannel button ups could two guys own? Not to mention just how were they wearing any socks and underwear when you clearly had a month worth for each of your Bunker-mates stabled neatly on top of the dryer.

Where they hell had they kept all of this when they had lived on the road for so many years? Or was it really possible for them to have collected all of this in 3 years? But seriously how? You never saw the boys shop.

You promptly rolled your eyes in annoyance as you emptied another load of flannel and jeans from the washer into the dryer.. Yet another pile of clean socks had landed on the floor between your feet and you let out a loud growl before yelling as loud as you could.

“Seriously guys! You need to start washing your own damn clothes!”

“Hey,” Sam’s voice sounded from the library, “we wash your clothes all the time.”

“No, you don’t,” you mumbled, knowing that Dean had once in awhile, but you were sure that Sam had no idea how to even work the machines.

You grabbed one of Dean’s flannel shirts, effectively making it ricochet and hit you square in the face, one of the sleeve buttons hitting you in the eyes. It didn’t hurt half as bad as your loud whining noise suggested, but you were feeling sorry for yourself as it was.

Dean appeared in the door as on cue, carefully peeking in to check on you. “You okay in here, sweetheart?”

“No, your flannel attacked me,” you pouted, glaring at your boyfriend in the door, who was doing his very best not to laugh.

“My shirt did what now?” he inquired with a smirk, making you whine again.

“It’s not funny, Dean. I am probably getting a black eye now,” you sulked as Dean walked towards you.

“How is it you can gank 4 werewolves solo but my shirts defeats you?” Dean smirked, making you even more furious. You all but stomped your foot in the ground but before you had time to come up with a snarky comeback the shirt was being pulled from your hands.

“Hey,” you protested when Dean tossed it back in the basket with the still dirty clothes, “I already washed that.”

“Yeah? Being washed twice will be the punishment for hitting my girl in the face,” Dean smiled playfully at you making you giggle when he started peppering kisses all over your face.

You squealed, halfheartedly hitting his chest as he swept you off your feet, bridal style into his arms, “I am not done, Dean.”

“We are taking a break. I got some sheets we can dirty up and I promise you I’ll help you clean them later,” Dean winked at you, making you hide your face against his neck, giggling as Sam’s voice sounded from the library yet again.

“Do not mix that with my clothes!”    

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Jealousy

*Daveed Diggs x reader
*Word count: 1206

Summary: You and the rest of the original cast are hanging out at Daveed’s apartment for a little cast party when somehow, Oak gets the dumbest idea to play seven minutes in heaven, and now you’re stuck in a closet with Groff and Daveed doesn’t like that very much and basically iT GETS WILD K

A/N: Okay, so I’m ALMOST finished with part two of Broadway, but of course, I ended up getting writers block right in the middle of writing it and now I can’t seem to think of any good ideas for it and then this fic happened. Requests are open and I’ll try to get Broadway out sometime this week! Love you guys :)

Warnings: Um the usual ,,, cursing and love confessions whooP

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Originally posted by wegotitmadeintheshade


“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You mutter as you take off your most precious possession, a diamond necklace your mother had given to you when you were younger, and put it into the beanie that Oak was holding out to you with a smug expression.

“Relax, Y/n/n,” Groff teases as he puts his watch into the beanie, using your childhood nickname that you despised. “Yeah,” Daveed snickered, sitting on the other side of you. “It’ll be fun.” You scoffed, blowing your hair out of your eyes as you turned to face Daveed and Groff with an incredulous expression. “Yeah, for you guys.” You huffed, crossing your arms and trying to ignore the blush that decided to make an appearance on your features when Daveed slung an arm across your shoulders.

Of course, that blush didn’t go unnoticed to Pippa and Lin, who simply looked at each other and smirked, before turning away and facing you two again.

Eventually, everyone had put an item into the basket and now Jazzy was drawing an item from the beanie, and when she finally pulled it out, everyone groaned when she pulled out Anthony’s bracelet, “no fun,” Renee complained, shaking her head before laughing a bit at the irony of Jasmine pulling out her boyfriend’s item.

“Whatever, let’s go,” Anthony laughed, leading Jasmine to the closet. “Don’t be too loud, you two! We’re still here!” Lin whooped, snickering a bit when you leaned across to smack him gently on the shoulder.

Seven minutes later, both Jasmine and Anthony walked out, Anthony with a smug expression and Jasmine with her cheeks tinted pink and disheveled hair. Oak whistled, winking playfully at the two.

“Alright, Groffsauce, it’s your turn.” Oak called out, handing the beanie to Groff so he could draw something from the beanie. He then pulled out your necklace, which made him immediately stand up and bow in your direction, using his fake British accent he used every night, “M’lady,” he teased, holding out his hand for you to take.

Of course, you didn’t notice Daveed tensing up when you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the closet. “Don’t go crazy!” Anthony laughed, high fiving Lin and Oak, whereas Daveed just crossed his arms and muttered bitter words under his breath, which made everyone turn their attention to him and laugh.

“What? You don’t like it that your girlfriend is in the closet with Groff right now?” Lin cooed teasingly, pinching Daveed’s cheeks which made him groan and slap Lin’s hands away. “Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend,” he pouted, and it was obvious that he was upset.

“This is a stupid game anyway.” Daveed muttered, running a hand through his wild hair. “Chill out, D.” Renee rolled her eyes, “you’re acting like a child. You know they don’t like each other romantically and nothing’s gonna happen.” Daveed sighed, he knew it was true, but there was still this lingering feeling in him that wouldn’t go away.

After the seven minutes were up, you and Groff walked out, Groff sporting lipstick on his cheeks and forehead, which made everyone whistle playfully. “I’m never cleaning my face again, my love.” Groff sighed playfully, pretending to swoon as he took your hand and batted his eyes. You both sat down and you cupped his face, “I’ll love you forever, my dear.” You pretended, trying not to crack.

Daveed couldn’t take that and immediately stood up, muttering something about grabbing a drink and storming off, his fists clenched.

You frowned, removing your hand from Groff’s and looking at everyone, “what happened?” You wandered, making everyone shrug, yet you knew that from the expressions they all had, they knew. But you didn’t push and only sighed, getting up to go find the man and ask him what was wrong.

You found him, pouring some vodka into a shot glass and chugging it immediately, slamming the small glass cup onto the marble counter. “D?” You wandered, moving towards him and gently placing your hand  on his bicep, frowning up at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes and muttered something, though you couldn’t understand.

This went on for a few more minutes before you got annoyed, pulling away from Daveed and glaring him. “Daveed, look at me right now.” He groaned, setting the glass he was ready to drink down and looked at you with a stone cold expression.

“What’s up with you? You were fine before me and Groff went into the closet.” You ranted slightly, “and now- now you’re acting like a child! And I don’t know how to help you!” You threw your hands in the air to make it a bit more dramatic, narrowing your eyes at him.

“God, it’s nothing, Y/n. Just leave it alone.” He growled, shaking his head.

“But it is something.” You argued back, stepping a bit closer to him which made him narrow his eyes as he took a shaky breath.

“Fine, you really want to know?” He cracked, making you nod your head. “I-I, I love you,” he laughed, no humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “This is so cheesy and stupid but when I saw Groff pull your stupid necklace out of that stupid beanie, it was the worst feeling in the world.” He continued. “And I know you would never date him and he doesn’t like you romantically but it’s still an awful feeling-”

“Daveed, shut up.”

He stopped, looking down at you with a hurt expression when you pulled his face down to meet yours, pressing your lips to his.

It took a few moments for him to reciprocate but he finally did, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up onto the counter, kissing you as if he stopped, you’d be gone.

You both eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away to catch your breath, smiling breathlessly at each other.


When you both went back, hand in hand, you were greeted with this scene~

“Who the hell put a deck of cards in the beanie?” Oak groaned, frowning at the deck in his hands which made Lin sheepishly raise his hand.

“What? Did you seriously think we would make out? Nuh uh. We’re gonna play Go Fish for the next seven minutes.”

“Why do you even carry a deck of cards with you?”

“You never know when you’ll need them.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I know.”

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y'all wanted fuckboi!peter smut and I’m here to deliver ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

this can be seen as a sequel to || absolutely || and || needy ||. Peter and the reader are around 18-19 years old and they’re in college ♡

**do not plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: smut

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There was something dangerously delicious about having his girlfriend of two years over at his place.

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Off Limits

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

Request: Can you write a fic where like dean and the reader are at a bar or something finding out shit for a case and some guy/bartender starts hitting on the reader and Dean gets super defensive. Oh and it being like really fluffy, sorry I live for that shit 😂

Request: Hi, I love reading what you write and I was wondering if you’re still taking requests. If you are, can you do one where it’s Dean and the Reader and he gets SUPER defensive over the Reader to the point where if anyone hits on her he kind of hurts the guy or punches him? Thanks!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: language, lil’ bit of violence

A/N: Combined these two since they went hand in hand…


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The Sheriffs Daughter- daryl x reader

(Request: Reader is ricks daughter she’s 21?? And some angst between Daryl and reader cause they’re both very much into each other yet Daryl gets so angry with her because they can’t be together because of rick???)

Note: I hope you enjoy this!!!!!

Warning: smut, mild angst, fluff!
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Daryl’s lips pressed against yours as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You were pinned against the wall, Daryl’s hands on either side of your head like a cage. Your hands explored his muscular arms, loving the feel of them being so close to you. As his lips started to move down onto your neck and collar bones, your body became more eager to feel his touch. But that didn’t happen. There was a knock at the front door and Daryl immediately stopped his movements and looked to the door. You ducked under his arm and went to answer it.

“Hey dad” you said, realising that it was Rick at the door.

“Hey (y/n), you alright”

“Yeah!” you said, stepping back so he could come in. Your eyes scanned the room for Daryl but he had hidden from your father.

“Are you okay?” you asked

“I am, I was just wondering if you’ve seen Daryl. I need to talk to him about the next run but I can’t find him anywhere”

“Well I don’t know where he could be, sorry” you said, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

“Alright. If you see him, let him know to come find me”

“I will”

Rick smiled at you and kissed your forehead before turning and leaving your house. “He’s gone” you said in a playful tone.

You saw Daryl pop up behind the island in the kitchen and you wrapped your arms around his neck when he got closer to you.

“So, where were we?” you grinned up at him but he had a serious expression on his face. He unwrapped your hands around his neck and angrily mumbled to himself before heading to the door. “Where are you going?” you asked, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.

“Gotta go find your dad” he replied, almost spitefully.

“You don’t have to go right now, we can finish what we started”

“Na (y/n), we can’t” he replied, anger starting to boil inside him.

“Why the hell not?” you asked, raising your voice.

“Because you’re only twenty fucking one and your Rick’s damn daughter! I can’t keep sneaking around like this or pretending like there’s nothing go on between us! I want someone I can be free with!”

“So you don’t wanna be with me? Is that what you’re trying to say?” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep up a hard exterior but inside you were cracking.

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Well it sure as hell sounds like it!”

You both stayed silent for a moment and you looked down to the floor. “Just go” you finally said.

“(Y/n)-”

“No really, my dad’s looking for you. Go find him” you said as you turned and walked over to the sofa. Daryl hesitated for a moment before sighing and leaving to find your dad.
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It had been a couple of days since you and Daryl had spoken properly. You had both been so busy helping out the group and going on runs that you barely had time to talk about what happened. You saw him standing by his bike, ready to go out on a run. You quickly jogged over to him and caught his attention.

“Hey, how long do you have ‘till you leave?” you asked.

“When Olivia and Michonne get over here, they’re on their way” he nodded his head to Michonne and Olivia who were walking over.

“Do you think we can talk after? Just get rid of the elephant in the room?”

“Sure” was all he said as he revved the engine of his bike. You took a step back and watched him drive off, Michonne and Olivia in the car behind.
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It had been a couple of hours since they left. You kept yourself busy by helping Carol make dinner in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but notice the sun was setting and they still weren’t back. You looked worriedly outside and excused yourself from the room, letting Carol take over.

You stepped outside and saw your dad in the watch tower. He brought binoculars up to his eyes and you saw him scrunch up his face.

“What do you see?” you asked, your loud voice startling him.

He quickly ran to the ladder and started to climb down, shouting at you to open up the gates. You did as he said and ran over to the gates, your hands fumbling with the lock. You managed to get it open and you saw Michonne and Daryl sitting in the car with two flat tires and no Olivia. They drove in and you shut the gate, looking at your dad in confusion as he approached the car.

“What the hell happened? Where’s Olivia?” he asked as they stepped out of the car.

Daryl was covered in dirt and blood, you didn’t know whose it was but it shouldn’t have been there. You walked over to hear what had happened. From what they said, they were attacked by some people who all claimed to be ‘Negan’. A small fight broke out and Olivia was shot and Daryl’s bike and crossbow was taken. Rick ran a hand over his face and sighed.

“Did they see you come back here?” Rick asked.

“No, they left before we did”

Your dad nervously looked between the gate and the car, he was hoping that they wouldn’t have to deal with them again. “Get yourselves cleaned up, I’m glad you’re okay” Rick placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder before walking off with Michonne.

When your dad had walked out of ear shot you turned to face Daryl. “Are you okay?” you asked, wanting nothing more than to touch him and make sure he was safe.

“I’m pissed about my crossbow” he said, starting to walk off to get himself cleaned up.

“We can find another one” you replied

He scoffed and shook his head. “How many people you see out there with a damn crossbow? No one”

He angrily shoved the door open to his house and stepped inside, letting you follow him in before he shut the door.

“I’m gonna shower” he said, walking towards the stairs. As he disappeared you sighed to yourself and looked down to the floor. You knew why he was getting like this. It was because of your dad. If he found out about what you and Daryl had going on, then he wouldn’t approve and who knows what he’d do. You heard the shower running and an idea popped into your head. You knew that Daryl wasn’t one to talk bout his feelings, so you would get it out of him another way.

You made your way upstairs and walked into the bathroom, you kept your eyes on the outline of Daryl’s body hidden behind the steamy glass.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Daryl asked as he heard you shut the door. You said nothing as you quickly striped the clothes off your body, the thought of being in a closed space with a naked Daryl motivated your actions. You opened the shower door and stepped in, immediately feeling the warm water pierce your skin.

“You’re so angry all the time, you need to get all that frustration out of you” you said, looking into his eyes seductively as you ran your hands up his wet but toned chest, feeling every muscle there was.

“You’re not doing this for me, you just want me to fuck you until you lose control of your body” Daryl smirked down at you, catching along to your little plan. He swiftly grabbed your now wet hair and pulled at it, giving him access to your neck. He sucked on your pulse beneath your skin, making your eyes roll back into your head and your legs shake. You pulled him closer to you and you felt his boner press up against your thigh, you felt it throbbing against you and you felt heat rush between your legs.

“Fuck” you moaned as Daryl’s hands let go of your hair and squeezed your ass, his fingers digging in and leaving the right amount of pain and pleasure. You moved a hand between the two of you and you grabbed his boner. You started moving up and down at a slow pace, teasing Daryl as he started to snap his hips forward into your hand, wanting to feel more friction. The sounds of his grunts and your moans echoed throughout the bathroom, the sound of the shower not loud enough to drown it out. Daryl soon had enough of your torturous pace and he removed your hand from him, taking it and slamming it against the glass, doing the same with your other hand.

“Daryl” you moaned as his lips pressed against yours.

“Tell me what you want princess” he growled into your ear, wanting nothing more than to pound into you, but he needed to show you who was in charge.

You moaned at his nickname for you and you replied, practically begging him to fuck you. “I want you in me Daryl!”

Daryl moved both your wrists into his big hand and used his other to line up his cock with your entrance. He slid his tip up and down your already wet folds before plunging into you. You both let out deep sighs and Daryl brought his forehead to touch yours, loving the feel of your tight walls around him. He let go of your wrists, wanting them to freely roam his body as he started to thrust into you at a fast pace. Your body was bouncing from how hard Daryl was going, and every thrust sent a pump of adrenaline through your veins. You two hadn’t been able to go at it because you were always getting interrupted, but not this time. This time you were able to do what you had to do in peace.

As you began to feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you dug your nails into Daryl’s back, encouraging him to keep fucking you at a fast pace. “Shit! I’m close!” you cried out as Daryl lifted your leg up, he was able to thrust into you at a different angle, letting you feel all of him. Every hit was pushing against your soft spot, bringing on your release quicker than expected. You held onto Daryl’s shoulders as pleasure exploded throughout your whole body. What felt like bolts of electricity was running through your veins, your legs shook and you lost control of your body, leaving Daryl to hold you up as he continued to fuck you through his high. As your walls clenched around him you set him off. He pounded into you a couple more times as he shot his seed into you, giving himself and you the most amount of pleasure.

As you both climbed down from your highs, Daryl dropped your leg to the floor and you regained your balance. You pushed your head under the water and let it cool you off as Daryl turned it to a colder setting. “Fuck, we need to do that more often” He panted, making the both of you laugh.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around you, drying yourself off as you walked into the bedroom, soon followed by Daryl.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” you asked, rummaging through his shirts in the wardrobe.

“Sure. You staying the night?” he asked, hope lingering in his voice.

“Only if you want me too” you giggled, throwing one of his baggy shirts over your head. It sat perfectly below your mid-thighs.

“As long as you don’t gotta be nowhere tomorrow mornin’”

“Nope”

You made your way over to his bed and climbed under the covers, soon being joined by Daryl, his warm body touching yours as he wrapped his arms around you protectively. “G’night” he whispered as he kissed your cheek and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You kissed him back and placed your arms between you as you both cuddled into each other. You wished it could be like this all the time. You were tired of sneaking around and hiding things from your dad. But you had to do that, there was no other way around it. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your head as you closed your eyes and let sleep take you away.
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Tags: @teenagetragediesforeveryone

Drinking Disaster-Calum Hood

A/n: Hi guys! I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving. I know the topic of this imagine is a bit touchy and may be hard for some readers. But as someone who has experienced something similar to this, it makes me feel better if I write about it.

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting.

Summary: (Y/n) goes to a party with the guys. It was supposed to be a fun night for all involved, but when a guy can’t keep his hands off of (y/n) her best friend Calum comes to save the day. 

Originally posted by jiminvy

As we pulled up to the party my senses were instantly filled with the smell of beer and the loud thumping of music. I’m not usually one for parties, but the guys were going with me, so I knew I’d have a good time. Looking out the window, I see tons of people already. Most of the females I see are wearing short, tight dresses, instantly making me feel self-conscious. It’s not that I’m not confident with my looks, I just felt a bit out of place because I’m wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

“Hey Mikey, you gunna be my wing-man tonight” Ashton questions.

“Sorry Ash, but you’re on your own. You aren’t the only one trying to talk to girls” Mikey jokes. I look over to Calum who just rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. Thankfully Calum and I are very similar, and aren’t too big on parties so I know he will stay by me most of the night.

As we got out of the car, I could tell Mikey already found a girl he wanted to talk to. We all laugh as we watch him try to be cool while walking over to a girl only to slightly stumble.

“Come on guys let’s leave Mikey alone” I warned. “Hey Cal wanna go get some drinks?”

“Yeah sure, Luke or Ash, you guys want anything?”

“Nah man, I’m good” Luke responds.

“Same, I’m good” Ashton chimed in.

Cal and I walked into the house to find where the drinks were being served. On our way we would stop to say hi to some people I barely knew, so I typically just let Calum do all the talking. This is how my life was, always being side by side with Calum, my best friend. However, I didn’t want him to just be my best friend, I wanted more, but I could never tell him.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation Calum was having now and I just wanted to find a drink. I look around and finally see the area where drinks are being served and I excuse myself from Calum and the people he was talking to.

As I sift through the large cooler I finally decide on just having a water. I’m not usually too big on drinking anyways, especially because I feel like I always need to babysit the boys once they’ve had a few too many.

“Hey there, what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing alone at a party” a man asks me.

“Well I came with friends, I just left them so I could get a drink” I say making small talk.

“Man, if I came with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight” he says flirtatiously. “The name’s Troy, and yours?”

“I’m (Y/n)” I say with a smile as I shake his hand. I could tell Troy had already had a couple of drinks as some of his words were a bit slurred. But nonetheless he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind talking to him.

“So where are you from?” he asks. He takes a couple steps closer to me, probably so that he could hear me better over the extremely loud music.

“I currently live in LA, but I am originally from a small suburb of Chicago. Yourself?”

Before he answers me, Troy digs through the cooler and pulls out two of the cheapest beers he can find. He goes to offer me one, but I politely turn it down causing him to shrug. Instead of just putting it back in the cooler he sets it next to me as he opens his bottle.

“I’m from San Francisco, but I’m staying in LA for the weekend.” As he talks he continues to move closer to me, leaving little space between us. However, since Calum isn’t around, I suppose flirting a little bit wouldn’t hurt. I mean I don’t even know if Calum likes me anyways, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I go to take a drink of my water, only to realize I have already finished it off. I give off a small huff as I decide to say screw it, one beer won’t hurt. I go and grab the bottle of beer and pop the cap off to take a drink. Troy smiles in victory when he sees that I take a drink.

“So do you have a boyfriend” he asks smoothly.

“No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and epically single” I joke.

“Thank god” he sighs. “Usually the hot ones are always taken and I don’t find out that they have a boyfriend until I’ve already talked to them for a while. Although, I mean, if they are up for it, then I don’t mind.” The boy begins laughing as if he has told the funniest joke on earth as I just stand their awkwardly. Alright, maybe he isn’t as great as he first seemed.

“Well I should go find my friends, they’re probably wondering where I’ve been” I say quickly.

“Wait now” he says as he grabs my arm. I stop in place the moment I feel his touch. An uneasy feeling flows through my stomach as the grip on my arm tightens. “Now why would you leave when we are having such a good time” he asks harshly.

“Sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

His hand releases my arm and instead he moves his arm so that it snakes around my waist. A soft smile lands on his lips as I do nothing to push him away.

“Why don’t we go up-stairs” he asks. Before I even have a chance to say anything I feel him guiding him towards the stairway. I look through the crowds of people hoping to find Calum or any of the boys, but have no luck. With every step up I take, I feel my body shaking in worry. Troy walks me into an empty room and closes the door.

Without having a chance to move, Troy roughly presses his lips to my neck. I stand there frozen with little idea of what I should do. His hands begin roaming my body, to places I have never let anyone explore.

“I really should get going” I say lightly as I try to push past him. In response he roughly grabs my shoulders and pushes me back so that I cannot go through the door. Tears begin welling up in my eyes as I know damn well Troy is much stronger than me. Once again, his lips find my neck and his hands reach the hem of my t-shirt.

“Please don’t do this” I mumble.

Tears begin flowing down my face as I feel him placing his hands under my shirt. All of my mobility has been officially shut off as I feel stuck to the ground. I pray that Calum or one of the guys would come and find me before Troy can do anything further. But instead I feel a rough shove, as Troy gets my body to the bed.

The blankets felt scratchy to my skin, but it was nothing compared to his hard touches. His hands now found the band of my pants as he fumbles trying to unbutton them. After struggling for a few moments, he finally is able to pull my pants down to my knees. He plays with the band of my underwear and all I can do is lay there.

“Please.” I’m sure it was inaudible for him, but it was all that would come out of my mouth. As I lay there, my consciousness begins to fade, as I just want this moment to go away. However, I’m brought back to reality when I heard a loud yell and a hard smack.

“Get the fuck off of her, and don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” I easily recognized the voice. Calum.

The room grew loud with yells coming from Troy as Calum continuously connected his fists with my attacker’s face. It took me a second to regain myself, but once I was finally able to move I tried pulling Calum off from Troy’s limp body.

“Calum, please stop. Let’s just go” I yell through tears and his loud grunts while he lands a few more punches in. I grab his face in my hands and look him in the eyes “Calum please.” Once he sees the fear in my eyes he gets up from the ground and wraps his arm protectively around me. We didn’t bother finding the other guys before leaving and decided to just walk back to my apartment because it was the closest to the party.

Once we got to my place, I gently guide Calum over to the couch while I go to grab a cloth to wash the blood off from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy from him violently crying, matching that of my face. The room is silent as I clean off his knuckles, which causes him to wince every now and then from pain. Once he was all cleaned up we sat there for what felt like forever.

“Thank you” I say ever so softly.

“I’m so sorry” is how he responds.

“Cal, it’s not your fault. But thank you for getting to me before he could do anything else. You are my hero.” I gave off a weak smile, but his face stayed blank.

“I should have never let you wander off alone. God (y/n) if anything ever happened to you I could never forgive myself. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” While he speaks, tears begin streaming down his face. I hate seeing him in pain, for something that is clearly not his fault and so I take my thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“Cal, please, it’s alright. I’m alright, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” It was soft but I still heard him say it.

“I love you too Calum.”

“I’m in love with you” he clarifies. I feel my heart skip a beat as this is what I have been waiting for my whole life. “You are my whole world, and I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I can’t forgive myself. It’s not just that I didn’t get to you sooner, but because I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

Before Calum can say anything else I gently place my lips to his to show him that I feel the same. He was my best friend, someone I have loved for a long time, but I never got to show him just how much I loved him until now.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I love you” I say with a smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and softly smiles for the first time since the disaster that occurred earlier. Although I was still greatly upset from the previous events that occurred. I was safe and it was all because of Calum.

Friend Zoned: Pt. 3

Pairing: Rebekah x Klaus x Reader x Kol

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1247

PART ONE | PART TWO


“Okay, Klaus. I think I’ve had enough fun. I’m gonna go rinse off this paint on my face.” You laughed and grabbed your t-shirt, heading to the bathroom to clean up and change.

“Y/N.” Klaus quickly stopped you by taking your wrist in his hand, then held your chin between his thumb and index finger, looking directly into your eyes. “Thank you.” He smirked and let you go, making you smile from that sweet gesture. Oh he was dreamy. You thanked him back then went to go clean up.

Klaus walked into the kitchen to grab a snack when he noticed Rebekah moping around on the countertop.

“Why the glum face, sister?” He grinned. Klaus didn’t exactly care, he was just being nosey.

“If I’m going to be completely honest with you, Nik. It’s our darling brother, Kol.” Rebekah sighed. She really was concerned about her dear brother.

“Darling? Don’t you mean, psychotic? Arrogant?” Klaus chuckled. Kol never really had an innocent agenda.

“Don’t be so thick, Nik.” Rebekah rolled her eyes at the original hybrid. “He’s upset. Very upset.”

“And what’s this all about, might I ask?”

“You see, he’s sort of in love with Y/N. She knows this. But when he saw you two earlier, it upset him. He stormed out of here and is up to god knows what.”

“That poor, poor lad.” Klaus joked.

“Nik this isn’t a joke.” Rebekah threw the hand towel at Klaus, which he tried to dodge with his arm.

“Oh alright, Rebekah. I’ll have a talk with him.”

“Yes, please do.”

You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation and were surprised that Rebekah & Klaus didn’t hear you since they have their amazing vampire hearing.

Knowing Kol as good as you do, you knew exactly where he headed to. Your plan was to go where ever Kol went, so you walked in the kitchen, lying to Rebekah & Klaus. “Hey guys, I’m going to head home. My mom made dinner & I’m starving.”

“You sure you don’t want to eat here, love? We’ve got loads of food.” Klaus did that crooked smile thing that you just loved.

“Thanks, but no thanks Klaus.” You revealed a half smile, then headed out. As tempting as it sounded to stay here with Klaus, you needed to be there for Kol.

There was an abandoned park that the two of you always go to whenever you needed to getaway. Whether it be together or just simply alone.

Arriving at the park, you could see Kol sitting on one of the creaking swings. He wasn’t swinging, he just sat there staring into the distance lost in his thoughts.

He heard footsteps approach, but didn’t have to turn around to see who it is. He knew it was you. A part of him even hoped you would arrive.

“Hey Kol.” You said, standing in front of him instead of sitting on the swing beside him.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but please bugger off darling.” There was a coldness in his voice while he didn’t make eye contact with you at all.

“Kol.” You kneeled down, resting your hand on his knee to assure him that you’re here to listen.

He quickly got up, walking just a few steps away from you, locking his fingers on top of his head. It was obvious that Kol was mad.

“What’s the matter with you?” You asked.

It took him a few seconds to calm himself before he could answer you. Kol walked over to you, standing just inches away from you face.

You swallowed, being slightly afraid that Kol would yell at you. But, you sighed out of relief hearing the calmness in his voice. “You. You know I fancy you. And seeing you with Nik…it just…makes my blood boil. If I wanted to, I could stab him in the heart with the bloody white oak stake, but that wouldn’t get me you. So I’ll just have to let him have you.”

You were at a loss for words. It hurt you knowing that you hurt him. “Um I-”

Kol stopped you, shushing you with his index finger on your lips, then held onto your upper arms. “Don’t say a word, love. Just let me have this-” Without a care in the world, he planted a kiss on your lips. You were left speechless from his actions.

Sadly on his end, it didn’t change your feelings whatsoever and you know that he knows that, so you still let him have this moment.

Kol soon made direct eye contact with you, compelling you. “You are going to forget that this kissed happened and you are going to go home. You are also aware that I know about you and Nik, but for whatever reason, I am not hurt by it. I have moved on from it.”

You smiled. “I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you soon.” You did exactly what he compelled you to do by walking to your car and headed straight home.

(The next day…)

Kol texted you asking you to come over so that the two of you can finish up season 5 of American Horror Story. Of course you accepted his request.

Arriving to the Mikaelson mansion, it was Elijah that opened the door. “Well hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Oh noble Elijah, he was always so charming and elegant.

“I’m here for Kol, actually. He invited me over.”

“He’s around here somewhere, come in.” Elijah smiled, revealing his dimples. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, then you walked around looking for Kol.

It was a bit difficult to find him, he was nowhere downstairs, so upstairs was the next place you looked. Roaming the halls, you could hear two familiar voices in the room ahead of you. They’re talking in a tone not loud enough for you to hear from far away, but enough to hear the closer you get.

The door was cracked opened, so you stood on the other side of the wall listening in.

“I promise you brother, I mean no harm to Y/N. She is very dear to me.” You hear Klaus say. It warmed your heart knowing that Klaus felt the same about you. Your cheeks blushed red. You know it’s bad to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it.

“Do right by her or so help me, I’ll put a dagger to your heart.” Kol said firmly to Klaus. He was dead serious.

Damn Kol, that’s a bold statement. Especially saying to someone like Niklaus. And knowing him, his temper is insanely short. But you were surprised that Klaus didn’t act out on that threat. He just kept quiet.

Finally, you made your presence known by knocking on the door frame. It was amazing to see both of their faces switch from serious to happy seeing you.

“Hello, love.” Klaus greeted you.

“Hey.” Leaning against the door frame, you waved hello, then moved your view to Kol. “So Kol, let’s get started on finishing season 5. Yes?”

“Indeed, Y/N.” Kol responded.

Hearing his response was your cue to head downstairs to the living room where the tv was. Seeing you on your way, Kol followed you.

As hurt as Kol is thinking about you with his brother, Niklaus, he still wanted you in his life as a friend. You’re the only person in his entire existence that understands him and genuinely enjoys his company.

bts reaction: stealing a shirt/your shirt gets ruined

hey everyone this is my first piece on this blog so i hope you like it! thank you so much for requesting han~~ also some responses don’t follow the prompt exactly but i hope that’s okay!

            Requests: Open :)


jin: the venue had started to empty out and staff began to put the merch away. you quickly walked by the booths in hope of snatching a shirt and continue walking without being noticed. you had wanted a shirt so badly, but unfortunately you could not afford one. your hand clutched onto one of the shirts laid out on the table while keeping your head down and you quickly swiped your hand back, but not before a hand gripped your wrist. “hey!” a strong voice said from behind you. when you turned around you came face to face with jin and you felt your chest constrict and your cheeks redden. “oh my gosh I-I uh i’m so-sorry!” the hand holding the shirt loosened and fell to the ground. jin smiled at your embarrassed expression before picking up the shirt and pulling out a sharpie, “hey it’s alright, here,” jin signed the sleeve of the shirt with a sharpie before handing it back to you, “it’s on me.” tears came to your eyes as you clutched the shirt in your hands. “thank yo-u so much,” you choked out. jin smiled giving you a hug before waving you off saying he had to go. upon leaving the venue you looked at the shirt ‘beauty is still evident even in the less fortunate. take care sweetheart, jin xx’

Originally posted by pjmksj

yoongi: you spotted a stray shirt lying on the floor outside one of the bathrooms and you quickly walked towards it to pick it up ‘better than nothing’ you thought as you grabbed the shirt from the floor at the same time as someone else. you were about to yell but you looked up and made eye contact with suga, only a couple centimeters away from your face. a screech left your mouth and you flew backwards, letting go of the shirt. “i’m so s-sorry!.” you bowed your head in embarrassment. after a few seconds you looked up to see suga walking towards you, shirt in hand. that was when you noticed that he was shirtless. ‘shit’ you thought, that must have been his shirt. you could feel his breath as he stood in front of you “you can have it,” he said with a smirk on his face, sweat still dripping from his forehead from the show. “take it as a gift” he winked before walking back around the corner. you looked down at the shirt in your hand ‘holy shit.’

Originally posted by yoongles

hoseok: you stood in line for the merch for what seemed like hours before making it to the front. of course, being the last person in line, the merch was gone by the time you had made it to the front of the line. tears collected in your eyes as you nodded at the staff and began to walk away. you sat outside the front doors and sobbed into your hands ‘fucking stupid why did i wait so long’ a loud laugh whisked you out of your depressed state as a group of boys walked through the venue doors about a half hour later after the streets had cleared. “guys wait,” a voice said and you looked up and a gasp left your throat, “what’s wrong jagi?” hoseok crouched in front of you grabbing one of your hands. “u-um,” you stuttered not knowing what to say. “hey deep breaths jagi it’s alright,” hoseok smiled at you rubbing the back of your hand. “it’s stupid,” you said and hoseok shook his head, “nothing that makes you cry is stupid.” “i just- i don’t know- i came all the way here and i just really wanted a shirt to remember this amazing concert and they were gone and i was just upset,” ‘wow you sound really whiny’  you thought to yourself. hoseok stood up jogged back inside the venue and came back out about 2 minutes later with a shirt in his hand, “here sweetheart.” he smiled and winked, “glad you enjoyed the show.”

Originally posted by nnochu

namjoon: after waiting in line for what seemed like hours you finally bought your bts shirt. you clutched it to your body and made it back to your seat, setting it down. after the concert was over you and the girl next to you turned around to grab your merch and got ready to leave, but you noticed your shirt was missing. it was in the hand of the girl who was sitting next to you. “hey that’s my shirt,” you said pointing to the shirt in her hand. the girl rolled her eyes, “no it isn’t,” and tried to walk away. you reached out to grab the shirt but she pushed you back before you could grab it and walked away. there was no point in chasing her as you knew you weren’t going to be able to get that shirt back. you pulled yourself off and brushed off your thighs before sulking out of the venue. “hey jagi!” a voice said from your right and you turned to see namjoon standing on the edge of the stage, “come here.” you gulped and walked closer, eyes wide. “i saw what happened and that was unacceptable, here,” namjoon reached out towards you with a black bundle in his hand, it was a tshirt. “you di-didn’t have to do that,” you said eyes wide as you started at namjoon. namjoon shook his head “no, i don’t condone violence in any way and i’m sorry you were pushed, take it, i signed it for you,” he smiled as you grabbed the shirt, allowing his dimples to show. “take care jagi.”

Originally posted by yoonseok

jimin: after the amazing concert you started to walk out of the venue with a huge smile on your face, that was the best experience you have ever had. almost at the doors of the venue, you felt someone bump into you and a cold substance fall down your torso. the girl who had hit you snickered before walking away with her group of friends. tears gathered in your eyes as you stood embarrassingly trying to clean up the slushie as everyone left the venue. after about 20 minutes the floor was cleaned with copious amounts of paper towel but your shirt was completely ruined and sticky. a hand grabbed the paper towel that was sitting next to you and pulled off a piece. you looked up and jimin was standing there with a frown on his face, “i’m sorry that happened to you jagi,” he said as he gently started to wipe away the slushie that had gotten on your face and neck. you blushed furiously as you realized what was happening ‘oh my god oh my god jimin is touching me.’ “it’s alright,” you shyly responded while standing up from your spot on the ground. after all the slushie was wiped off your face, jimin took a step back before pulling his own shirt over his head. “jimin wha-,” you started to ask as your blush spread down your neck. “here take my shirt, i have plenty more jagi,” he said handing it over to you. “thank you so much jimin.” you looked down at the ground. “hey,” you heard him say and you looked up, “you’re beautiful, have a safe trip home.”

Originally posted by nnochu

taehyung: in the middle of one of bts’ songs you felt the girl next to you step closer and closer. you just figured she was trying to see better so you didn’t say anything about it. taehyung had been constantly going to standing in front of you as you were right up against the barrier. at the end of the song, tae kept looking towards you, but for some reason his brow was furrowed. ‘is he upset?’ you asked yourself, a frown setting on your face. “hey!” taehyung suddenly said as he quickly walked to the edge of the stage right in front of you, “put her bag down!” your eyes widened and you looked behind you to see the girl, who was standing next to you, in the middle of stealing a shirt from your bag. “security get her out of here, we don’t condone that type of behavior,” tae said in his deep voice making a shudder go down your spine. “come here sweetheart,” tae said reaching a hand out to you. you stepped closer and tentatively grasped his hand, “i’m so sorry about her, here.” one of the many bts shirts that had been thrown at them was in his hand, “take it.” you grasped the shirt before he winked at you and walked back on stage to join the boys. ‘what the fuck.’

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

jungkook: “that’ll be 65 dollars please,” the merch staff said looking at me expectantly. i counted my money quickly and realized that i was 5 dollars short, “um,” i stuttered looking up at the staff. he rolled his eyes at me and said, “get out of line,” before grabbing the merch from my hands and scoffing. you embarrassingly walked out of line as a few girls behind you snickered and took your place at the front of the line. i walked towards the back of the venue behind the merch stand and waited for the venue to clear out before you left. “pst,” a voice said from behind you and you turned to see jungkook peeking out from a curtain next to an unmarked room, “come here,” he whispered. you slowly walked behind the curtain to see jungkook standing there with a towel around his neck drenched in sweat. “i saw that you wanted a shirt but you couldn’t get one,” he said, “and we have plenty of extras so here jagi.” he handed you a shirt with a wink. “you really didn’t have to do that,” you shakily said while taking the shirt from his hand. “now go back out there and enjoy your night beautiful,” he winked before walking through a doorway. 

Originally posted by sugutie

“You Want me to Lick Your Face?”

Thank you to @senselesssamii for tagging me in her Gag Reel Challenge! I had a lot of fun writing this. My prompt was “You want me to lick your face?” 

Summary: Y/N is bored and decides to play a prank on her sleeping boyfriend.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam 

Warnings: Prank, Pissed Dean, Cussing, a tiny bit of smut I guess

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Everything was silent in the bunker. Sam, Dean, and I finally were finally able to have a tiny break before our next hunt, so naturally we came back to the bunker for a couple of days. Sam was in the library reading, Dean was taking a nap, and I was obviously bored. I had done my laundry and cleaned up my room but I need to do something to keep myself entertained. I walked into the kitchen and hoped I would be able to find something to eat but as soon as I opened the door to the refrigerator, an idea came to mind.

I walked into the library and cleared my throat, “Sam I need your help.” Sam put down his book and brought his face to meet mine, “what’s up (Y/N)?” I smiled at Sam and pulled the can of whipped cream from behind my back, “I was thinking that we should play a prank on Dean.” Sam laughed. “I’m glad it’s not me this time and so what exactly is the whipped cream for?” “Well since Dean is sound asleep on the couch, I was thinking we should either A. get a paper plate and shove it in his face or B. put it on his hand and tickle his nose.” Sam seemed interested, “I don’t know (Y/N).” I put on my best puppy eyes, “please Sam, I’m dying of boredom here.” Sam gave in quick, “Fine. I’ll help you but we should go with plan A.”

Sam helped me find a paper plate and sprayed what was left of the whipped cream on the plate. As we slowly inched towards the couch were Dean was fast asleep, one arm over his chest and the other holding the remote to the TV by his side. I looked at Sam, “Okay on three.” Sam nodded and I got closer to the older Winchester’s face, Sam mouthed “one…two…three.” I smashed the whipped cream into Dean’s face and almost ate shit trying to move before he could catch me. Not even a minute later Dean yelled, “What the fuck?” Sam and I started laughing and Dean groaned, “that’s it, you guys are going to get it.” Dean removed the whipped cream from his eyes and immediately made eye contact with me, and I instantly started running.

I stopped running and found myself in the kitchen, I panicked and ran behind table hoping I’d be able to make a break for it when Dean comes in. Finally Dean walked in and saw me giggling and you both tried to shuffle around the chairs, but Dean was fast and caught me by the waist before I even left the kitchen. Dean saw the whipped cream can on the counter and tried to spray the empty can on the top of my head, but realized it was empty. Dean gave up, “Damn it (Y/N).” Sam came in right as Dean realized it was gone and started laughing. “Gotcha real good didn’t I Dean?” Dean nodded in annoyance, “Oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’m gonna get you just you wait.” “Good luck hun,” I winked at Dean and walked away satisfied.

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It was midnight and I found myself walking towards the kitchen to get a snack, I heard Dean’s voice and figured he was doing the same but as I walked into the kitchen Dean was nowhere in sight. I shrugged and made my way to the refrigerator to eat some of the leftover cookie dough that was calling my name. The only thing was is that I couldn’t find it, then I heard “looking for this?” I turned around and was met with a cold sticky sensation across my face. I gasped at the surprise and then opened my eyes when I felt Dean smear the dough in my hair. “You son of a bitch.” Dean just stood there and looked me up and down with that smug smirk on his lips. I was contemplating on killing the bastard but then settled on grabbing the glass of water on the sink and threw it at him. Next thing we know we are both in a fit of laughter trying to clean up the giant mess we made.

Dean was cleaning up the water on the floor and I was picking up cookie dough that landed on the floor. After we were done I turned towards Dean, “Will you help me get this stuff off of my face?” Dean walked towards me, “You want me to lick your face?” I smiled at him, “As appealing as that sounds, I’ll have to take a raincheck Winchester.” Dean smiled and got closer to me so he wipe off the cookie dough, but first he grabbed a large chunk and ate it. “You’re gross.” Dean smiled and pulled me closer to him. “Yeah but you’re sweet.” I pulled him in for a quick kiss.

After Dean managed to get the cookie dough off of my face, I walked towards the hall but not before turning around to find Dean staring at me. “I’m going to take a shower, feel free to join if you’d like,” I winked innocently and turned back towards my room. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps behind me. He caught up to me and as soon as we got into the shower Dean insisted on washing my hair since he turned my head into a cookie pan. Dean was being so gentle with me and then it was quickly erased as soon as Dean pinned me up against the wall and started sucking on my neck.

Clingy -Part 2-

PART 1

Your P.O.V 

it was now the next morning and Justin still hadn’t come downstairs yet. He didn’t come down last night to apologize either. He normally would is we have had a fight and I end up sleeping on the couch. He’ll always lay next to me and apologize but this time, he didn’t. 

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs making me tense up. This is going to be awkward. 

I turned towards the door as it opened and in came a fresh faced Justin. 

“You sleep good?” He asked, walking over the fridge with a bounce in his step. 

“Does it look like I did?” I asked sarcastically, referring to my tired state. 

“I wouldn’t know. you stormed out the bedroom in a huff last night” He said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“You know why I ‘stormed off’ as you so politely put it” I said, taking a sip of my tea. 

“I know why. I just don’t know why you decided to be all dramatic about me calling you clingy. i never said I didn’t like it” He said, sitting at the counter and seat away from me. 

“You insinuated. It was obvious in your tone that you don’t like the fact that I’m ‘clingy’” i said, putting speech marks around clingy with my fingers. 

“See. Your trying to start something again. i’m trying to solve this” He said, slamming the cup down on the counter, coffee spilling everywhere. 

I got so angry knowing that he would expect me to clean that up. 

“You know what?” I said, standing up and throwing my cup in the sink, making it smash. 

“I’m sick of you treating me like a maid. Let’s get somethings straight. (1) I’m definitely not clingy, i just care, which is more that I can say for you”  i start, seeing him open his mouth but I quickly cut him off.

 “No, you don’t get to interrupt!” I yelled, pointing my finger in his face as I leaned over the counter to get closer to him. 

“(2) I’m sick of you treating me like I’m your maid. You never clean anything up for yourself, you always expect me to do everything for you and I’m sick of it!” I shouted, grabbing the dish cloth from next to the sink. 

“And lastly, Don’t even think about speaking to me today unless the next thing that comes out of your mouth in an apology!” I yell, throwing the dish cloth in his face making him move him head back in shock. 

“Clean it up your goddamn self” i say, walking out the room feeling relaxed. I’ve just let out things i’ve been bottling up for over 2 months and it feels good to let it all out. 

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Hey guys :)

I hope you like the second part. I know I wrote a different second part to this but I deleted that because I really didn’t like it but I feel happy with this one. 

I do have Ideas for a part 3 (the final part) so if you would like me to do that, let me know. 

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 889
warning : smut
summary : Kai get’s injured and get’s horny so Reader has to ‘take care’ of him.
*not my gif
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2.35AM

Y/N woke up from a knock on her front door. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room reading a book. At first the knocks came from a distance , slowly waking her from her dream. Quickly she got up , rubbing her eyes on the way to the door. Suddenly she felt wide awake seeing her boyfriend , Kai Parker , standing there covered in blood.
“Hello sweetheart.” he said managing a weak smile , his breath getting caught in his throat seeing Y/N was wearing only a tshirt barely covering her lower half.
“Kai ! What the hell happened to you?”
There was sweat on his forehead and his hand held onto his chest. He looked as if he might faint at any moment which got her really worried. Kai was a hybrid , a vampire and there were very few things that can cause him to look like this - a werewolf bite or a piece of wood stuck inside his body.
“Oh nothing. Picked up a fight with the wrong guy. He shot at me with wooden bullets …” he said , swinging his hand across her shoulders. Y/N helped him onto the couch and quickly went to lock the front door. “The usual stuff. You should see what I did to him …“
She sat on the edge on the couch next to him. Kai turned towards her , his eyes drifting to her neck. He was hungry but there were more important things to do first like taking that last bullet about to puncture his heart out of him.
Y/N placed her hand on his chest trying to figure out of there was a wooden bullet there. “Did you get all the bullets out ?” she asked ripping his shirt open , sending buttons flying everywhere.
Kai coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with someone was far from unusual , and he didn’t seem to figure out how dangerous all of this was. Not only for the people who dared to pick a fight with a vampire / witch hybrid but also for him.
“You are not completely indestructable you know.” she muttered digging her fingers into the open wound searching for the bullet he obviously hadn’t gotten out.
Kai winced in pain , closing his eyes for a moment. Y/N was leaning in closer to him , trying to see where the litte sucker had gone and Kai got a good look at her open cleavage. The way she had ripped his shirt open a few moments ago only adding more gasoline to the fire he felt burning inside him. Her eyes met his for a moment and he felt his breath get caught in his throat again.
“Y/N .. care-ful.” he struggled to speak. “It’s getting clo-ser to my h-heart.”
“I am trying. Or do you think I want you to die.” she said , feeling her fingers wrap around the piece of wood. A moment later she pulled it out with a victorious look on her face. “Next time , try not to pick a fight with a guy who has wooden bullets in his gun.”
“Noted. Could I … I mean … ”
Y/N pushed her shirt down her shoulders motioning for him to feed. Purple / black veins flickered under his eyes as he sank his fangs into her coroted artery , her warm blood slightly dripping down her body. Kai pulled away in less than a minute , her thumbs wiping away blood from his chin. She got up , her shirt slightly pushed up her ass and he felt himself getting harder just looking at her. He knew she wasn’t doing any of this on purpose but it was still driving him as crazy as if it was. And was it just his imagination or she really wasn’t wearing a bra ?
Y/N headed to the kitchen , coming back with a towel and a bowl filled with warm water.
“Thank you.. for taking the bullet out.” he said , not taking his eyes off her as she dipped the towel , twisting it dry and started wiping away blood from his face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life Y/N.”
She looked up at him , giving him a small smile. “Learn not to pick up fights ?” she teased. “Now stay still. As hot as you look covered in blood , I miss your pretty face.”
Kai smiled to himself , feeling her fingertips lightly brush against his forehead and cheeks as she cleaned up the blood from his face. Dipping the towel into the bowl washing it up and draining it before repeating again and again. Y/N pushed his jacket off his shoulders , folding it into a ball to be tossed in the laundry later and swung her leg over his lap for better access.
“You think I look hot covered in blood?” he teased.
“No.” she smiled shyly. “You look hot in general , covered in blood you look hotter.”
It was true. Probably if she told someone else this , they’d thing she had lost it but not Kai. With him she could be 100% honest about everything. She dipped the towel into the bloody water again starting to clean the blood off his neck , pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Kai suppressed a moan feeling her hips slightly move onto his crotch. Y/N started cleaning the blood off his chest , right where the bullets had been , when Kai grabbed her wrist.
“Y/N…” he said looking intensely into her eyes. He didn’t need to listen to her heart beat to know what he was doing to her right now. Kai wanted her , right this second.
Y/N felt butterflies flap their wings in her stomach and her breath getting shallow noticing the change in Kai’s eyes. Her heart was racing as Kai’s finger trailed her jawline , brushing her cheek with the palm of his hand before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Y/N’s hips swayed onto his crotch as he pulled her towards him.
“No.” she said getting up. “No , Malachai. We are not doing this…not now.”
Quickly she got the bowl and the towel taking them to the kitchen. She braced her hands against the kitchen counter , closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath before returning to the livingroom only then noticing the bulge in his pants. Y/N’s eyes widened a little then she looked at the ground only then realising what had happened. She was wearing just her shirt … , no PJ bottoms no nothing. It was hard to tear her eyes off the bulge in his pants ,but somehow she managed and sat on the couch next to him trying hard not to let her gaze drift to the bulge which somehow seemed to get bigger , or maybe she was imagining it.
Kai glanced at her , noticing she was biting her lower lip and then followed her gaze.
This is your fault by the way.”
Y/N laughed nervously. “Sorry … not sorry.” she bit her lower lip , her hand sliding between her legs teasing her folds through her panties.
Kai gulped. What had happened before might not have been on purpose but this definitely was. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair as if she wasn’t doing anything naughty , parting her legs a little to give him a better view as her fingers pushed her panties to the side and slid inside her.
“You are not helping.” said Kai in raspy voice , lightly rubbing himself through his pants remembering her ‘no’ from a few minutes ago. “I … I’m gonna go.”
“Not a chance.” she said grabbing his hand leanining in towards him , her hand slid down his chest towards his crotch. His length was hard alright. Y/N pressed her lips onto his , kissing him deeply and tugging at his lower lip at the end of the kiss. She lowered herself down his body never taking her eyes off him.
“Y/N .. my balls feel like they weight 30 pounds.” he groaned , grinding his hips onto her hand. “If you plan on stopping at any point and leav-”
Y/N pressed her finger onto his lips shushing him. There was a devilish spark in her eyes which only turned him more. Kai was looking at her , closing his eyes for a moment feeling Y/N hands rubbing him through his pants. She kneeled on the couch , her ass propped up as her shirt slid down her back a little. Swiftly her fingers undid the button and pulled his zipper down pressing her mouth onto his thick shaft through his briefs , exhaling her hot breath onto his shaft.
“Y/N …please I need you ..”
Y/N pulled his pants down as much as she could and then swung a leg over his lap.
“How much?” she whispered , her lips almost touching his. Kai put his hands on her ass but she pushed them away. “No , no …”
“More than you can imagine.” he replied. “I want to grab you and have my way with you for the rest of the night.”
Her hips grinded against his and every time she moved.Kai tried to put his hands on her again , a low growl coming from deep inside his throat every time Y/N pushed him off her.
“Let me touch you.” he said leaning towards her , wanting to kiss her.
Y/N fought the urge to smile. Usually things were the other way around - she was the one begging for him but now she had her chance to get him to play by her rules.
You , mister , are in trouble.” her hips grinding on him a little faster. “Picking up fights , coming home covered in blood …" she spoke in low voice. “What ? Did you think I’d let you have your way with me ? No.“
Kai brushed his fingers through her hair pulling her face down towards his until their lips touched briefly before she pulled away.
“No kisses too ?” he growled in frustration as her finger traced his lower lip. He moved his head towards her , taking in her finger into his mouth. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as she bit her lower lip , knowing fully well what might be going through Kai’s head right now. She pulled out her finger , brushing her nose against his while she continued straddling him.
“You are such a tease.” he whispered , his eyes drifting between her eyes and her lips.
She swayed her hips on his crotch a little faster , before pushing him onto the couch. Y/N dipped her head , leaving soft kisses on his neck then down his chest , her hands snaking around it while never taking her eyes off his.
“It’s a bit stuffy in here , isn’t it ?” she said innocently slowly lifitng her shirt up. Kai’s eyes widened and he tried to touch her but she slapped his hands away. “No touching , remember ?”
Instead her hands cupped her breasts , playing with them right in front of his eyes. She closed her eyes ,arching her back a little as a low moan escaped her lips. Kai licked his lower lip , fighting the urge to put his hands on hers and assist her. The more she said ‘no touching’ the more he wanted to do just that. Even more - he wanted to grab her and have his way with her this exact second , but something stopped him.
Y/N leaned in sucking on his earlobe before kissing his neck and slowly trailing her way down his chest leaving kisses on the way down never breaking eye contact for more than a blink. Her fingers tangled into the waistband of his briefs before pulling them down. Kai’s hard length flopped onto his stomach and Y/N leaned in licking a bold stripe from his balls to the tip. A moan tumbled from Kai’s lips and she suppressed a smile focusing on her hands massaging his balls.
Kai could’t take his eyes off her. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair , moving it to the left , the tip of her tongue drawing circles on the tip of his shaft , her hands stroking him slowly and feeling him twitch. She was dragging it out enjoying watching Kai close his eyes his mouth hanging open.
“Please Y/N..” he growled , his hands reaching for her head as she swiftly avoided them.
“Nah-uh pretty eyes.” she said in a low voice , blowing a light stream of air onto his shaft before taking it in her mouth. Slowly sucking on his tip as if its the tastiest lollipop to ever exist on the planet. Kai reached for her head again , his fingers digging into her hair as he pushed her mouth down on him , forcing her to take his shaft all the way in.
“Sweetheart , you seem to forget who’s the dominant one in our relationship.” he moaned out , feeling her hands massaging his balls. Kai bopped her head up and down his shaft over and over again , tears starting to fill her eyes from the lack of air before he let go off her. Y/N took a deep breath an idea forming in her head , something she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I’ll make you a deal..” she said , her lips pressing onto his balls. “If you can resist touching me in the next half hour … ” she said taking his balls into her mouth sucking on them and ejoying the sounds coming from Kai’s mouth. “You get to have me any way you want.. anywhere you want… for a whole week.”
“Damn it Y/N.”
Kai both loved and hated how she was manipulating him in that very moment , knowing fully well there is no way he’d say no to that. Y/N licked another bold stripe , pressing the flat of her tongue against it , feeling his hard length twitch. Her eye contact was driving him insane. She was doing dirty things yet her eyes looked so innocent it was driving him crazier and crazier. He gave her a devilish smirk and in the next moment Y/N moaned out louder , closing her eyes for a second.
“K-Kai … that’s c-cheating.” she moaned out again feeling pressure on her clit as two invisible fingers entered her roughly , curling inside her slowly before pulling out and pushing in even rougher making her body jolt forward a little. His pumps were fast and deep , slowly curling the invisible fingers around her walls and repeating again and again.
“You said ‘no touching’.” said Kai , his hands behind his head. “I’m not touching you… and in about 20 minutes when I win , you should prepare yourself for a week of hot hybrid sex in the most unexpected places.”
His words sent butterflies in her stomach , even more so with his invisible fingers pumping in and out of her. Y/N tried to focus of what he was doing but it was getting harder with the burning feeling between her legs building up. She pumped his thick shaft faster and faster , while her hands massaged his bowls.
“Fuck Y/N..”
Y/N took him in her mouth again , lightly biting him. Kai groaned in response , his invisible fingers assaulting her faster and faster. He snapped his fingers and her panties flew off her. She felt herself starting to drip down her thigh.
Kai was watching the clock on the far wall , knowing only less than 10 minutes from now he’d win and get to have his way with her anywhere he wanted. He felt his shaft twitch in her mouth , knowing he is getting closer and closer to his release. His invisible fingers pumped inside her faster and faster , Y/N’s moans getting muffled none the less the vibrations from them were just about to send Kai over the edge and he fought the need to let go for a little longer , a few minutes only.
Suddenly the pressure on her clit and the invisible fingers disappeared , leaving her flustered. A low groan escaped her lips while she kept bopping her head up and down his shaft.
“And the clock strikes midnight … ” muttered Kai with a smug smirk on his face, pulling her up in vampire speed. Y/N was out of breath , her lips colliding with his in a passionate kiss while his hips pushed up , at the same time hers pushed down, entering her hard and deep with one thrust. He felt her walls contract around his shaft bringing him closer and closer.
“Fuck .. you are so wet , you’re dripping on me.”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss , her lips hungrily attacking his. Kai’s hands instantly found her ass helping her sway her hips onto him. He thrusted in hard and deep a few more times before he came in hot spurts inside her , not stopping until Y/N came screaming his name. Kai pulled her in for another kiss tugging on her lower lip at the end of the kiss. Y/N could see devils dancing in his eyes and the next second she found herself laying on the couch , magic holding her hands above her head.
“OH Y/N … ” he said sounding like a teacher scolding a student. “Look at yourself … you are a dripping mess. I’ll have to fix this straight away …”

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NOTE : (to the anon who requested it) I may have strayed a little from the original idea. I tried my best … sorry :(
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Goodnight (Evan Hansen X Reader)

WC: 2175

Warnings: Things get a lil spicy, weed is mentioned, sibling arguments

Summary: Y/N Mell’s older brother, Michael, has a bit of a freak out when he meet some Evan for the first time in a less than ideal situation

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: I rolled a few requests into this one. The BMC/DEH crossover request, Evan and the reader being each other’s first kiss, and just general Evan fluff. Enjoy

“I, uh, I had a really great time tonight Y/N.” Evan said as we walked along the footpath, his hair gold in the light.

“So did I. I will say that the highlight was definitely when I tripped over that tree root trying to climb a tree that you were already half way up.” I said and Evan chuckled, squeezing my hand.

“I felt so bad, but you did look adorable trying to get up that tree.” Evan muttered and I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Evan’s cheeks went bright red and he started sputtering, his mouth opening and closing rapidly. I giggled and squeezed Evan’s hand, which slightly eased up his sputtering.

“You, uh, you look really good tonight. I don’t know if it’s the light or whatever but you really do look.” Evan rambled, waving his free hand about enthusiastically.

I took in a deep breath and surged forward, pressing my lips bravely to Evan’s. He let out a squeak of surprise, but it was muffled by the kiss.

I closed my eyes and relaxed into the kiss, cupping Evan’s face with my free hand. Evan kissed back hesitantly at first, but he eventually grew more eager, kissing back a little harder.

He set his hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer to him, his touch sending shivers up my spine.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked him in the eye, his cheeks flushed slightly and his lips quirked up in a small smile.

“That, uh, wow.” Evan said, chuckling nervously as he spoke. “That was my first kiss.” I muttered and Evan’s eyes widened a little.

“That was my first kiss too.” Evan said and I smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He stiffened for a second, but he quickly relaxed into the embrace, wrapping his arms around my neck.

“You want to stay the night? Michael’s out with Jeremy, and mom and dad are out of town.” I said suddenly and Evan tensed up, his breathing speeding up a little.

“Your parents and brother won’t be home?” Evan repeated, his voice a little higher than usual. I nodded, biting my lip as I watched Evan contemplate the idea.

“I, uh, sure.” Evan said after a few moments of silence. I smiled brightly at him and kissed his cheek softly, noticing how quickly the blush spread across his face.

We walked home hand in hand, chatting about anything and everything. We arrived at my house and I unlocked the door, swinging it open.

“Here we are. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” I said, shutting the door behind Evan and I. “Oh, uh, ok.” Evan said, sitting down on the couch.

“You want a drink? We’ve got a giant bottle of iced tea Michael bought for me, and I, unfortunately, can’t drink it all by myself.” I said and Evan chuckled to himself, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“I’d like that.” He responded and I smiled, pulling out two glasses from the kitchen cabinet. I poured the drink and carried the glasses over to the living room, passing one to Evan.

“For you.” I said and he took the glass, our fingers brushing as I handed it over. “Thanks Y/N.” Evan said, taking a sip of the drink.

We drank in silence, and I sensed that there was something on Evan’s mind. “Hey, Ev. You ok?” I asked, putting a hand on his thigh.

He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but he quickly calmed himself down. “I, uh, yeah. I’m fine.” He said, setting his glass down on the coffee table.

“Oh, ok. I was just, you know, checking.” I said, cursing myself for how awkward I sounded. Evan nodded, licking his lips as he did.

I looked around the room awkwardly before looking back at Evan. He looked absolutely adorable, and after a brief mental war, I took in a deep breath and kissed him.

This kiss was slightly harder than the first one, but it didn’t phase me. I took my hand off Evan’s thigh and placed both my hands on his chest.

I shuffled forward so I was pretty much sitting in his lap, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Evan kissed back eagerly, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I broke away from the kiss and slowly pushed down on Evan’s chest.

He leaned back so his back his the couch, and he looked up at me, his eyes wide and his lips slightly swollen.

“Woah.” I muttered, biting my lip as I drank in the sight before me. Evan’s cheeks went pink and I laughed softly, leaning down and resuming the kiss.

My hands wandered down Evan’s chest and stopped at the hem of his polo. I bravely slipped my hands under it and Evan shuddered, letting out a whimper at the contact.

I slowly pulled Evan’s shirt up, and he put his arms up in the air as I lifted off his shirt. I chucked it across the room, and looked down at Evan.

I bit my lip when I saw that he was surprisingly well built, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Evan’s hands sat on my waist, and slowly inched up under my shirt.

Evan hesitantly took my shirt off, and his eyes widened, scanning my torso. “Like what you see, Hansen?” I said cockily and he started sputtering again, his cheeks bright red.

“It’s all good, Evan.” I said and I attached my lips to his neck. He let out a gasp and almost instinctively rolled his neck to the side.

“Y/N.” He breathed out, his chest rising and falling a lot faster than usual. I simply smirked and grazed my teeth over his neck, eliciting a moan from him.

“Oh my god.” Evan muttered, his eyes shut tight. I took my lips off his neck and looked at him, a smirk on my face.

I trailed my hands down his chest, and his breath hitched when I undid the button of his khakis. I went to undo the zipper, but the sudden sound of an all too familiar voice made me jump out of my skin.

“Y/N Y/M/N Mell!” Michael shouted and I froze, my heart almost stopping.

“Hi Michael.” I said awkwardly, and I felt Evan tense underneath me.

“What the hell is this?” Michael said, turning the living room lights on. I winced at the brightness and tried my hardest not to make eye contact with Michael.

“Hey Michael, I heard you shouting and I… Jesus Christ.” Jeremy said, jogging up to Michael but freezing when he saw Evan and I.

“Y/N?” Jeremy said in disbelief, his jaw dropped low and his eyebrows raised.

“Hi Jeremy.” I said, waving at him awkwardly.

“And who’s this?” Jeremy said, gesturing to Evan with his head. Evan sat up, trying his hardest to avoid showing off the hickeys that littered his neck.

“Uh, I, um, I’m Evan.” Evan stammered, his face heating up as he spoke.

“Evan. Ok.” Jeremy muttered, nodding his head, clearly trying his hardest to process what was happening.

Michael, however, was frozen. He wasn’t making a noise, but I could swear there was a vein in his temple that was popping.

“How about you two put your clothes on?” Michael muttered, his face as red as the hoodie he always wore. However, his face was red from anger not embarrassment.

I nodded sheepishly, watching as Michael stormed off with Jeremy trailing after him. “I… I’m so sorry, Evan. I’m serious, I didn’t think this would happen, I, oh god.” I said, hastily pulling my shirt back on.

“I-it’s alright Y/N. I, uh, this is new for me, so.” Evan said, doing up the button on his pants.

“I just, I still feel really bad.” I muttered, watching Evan pull on his polo.

“Y/N, it, it should be fine. Michael looked mad, sure, but hopefully this goes well.” Evan said, pressing a gentle kiss to my head.

“Thanks Evan.” I said, and we stood up, making our way to the kitchen where a very angry Michael sat to the left of a less aggressive Jeremy.

“Glad you could join us.” Michael muttered, and Jeremy smacked his shoulder.

“Sit down you two.” Jeremy said kindly and I smiled gratefully at him.

Evan and I sat down, watching Jeremy wrap an arm around Michael’s shoulders in a vague attempt to calm him down.

“So, you two were just going to have sex on the couch?” Michael blurted and Jeremy shot Michael an annoyed look.

“Michael, were both 18. It’s perfectly legal.” I muttered, and I realised that that wasn’t a good thing to say.

“Just because it’s legal, doesn’t mean you should!” Michael shouted, and I crossed my arms.

“You have been smoking weed for at least three years, and it’s still not legal in New Jersey. Let alone for a minor!” I shouted, and Evan shot me a worried look.

Michael’s face turned cold and he let out something that sounded like a growl. “Whatever Y/N. That’s not important.” Michael said and I chuckled dryly.

“So it’s ok to accuse me of things, but when the tables are turned it’s not ok?” I said and suddenly Jeremy stood up, stretching his arms out.

“Can you two be civil, please?” Jeremy said and I let out a sigh, nodding my head reluctantly. “Now, what was the ‘backstory’ here?” Jeremy asked, putting quotation marks around backstory.

“Well, Evan and I spent the day at the national park, and then we came home. Things, clearly, escalated, and that’s the story.” I said and Jeremy nodded, a slight smile on his face.

“Mike, that sounds almost exactly like our first date. Except we were playing video games in your basement.” Jeremy said and Michael’s face softened, a nostalgic look crossing his face.

“I guess.” Michael muttered, his lips turning up in a smile. He let out a sigh, and I quickly took Evan’s hand in mine.

“I guess I was being a bit harsh with you two. You’re young and in love, and I know what that feels like.” Michael said, looking over at Jeremy, who was now blushing.

“Just, try to keep it in your pants when I’m home, Y/N.” Michael said and I groaned, but the smile on my face was wide.

“Thank you, thank you. I didn’t want poor Jeremy to have to clean my blood off the carpet.” I said and Michael chuckled, as did Evan.

“How about we have Evan over for dinner tomorrow night? Mom and dad could meet him in a slightly less uncomfortable and revealing manner.” Michael said and I looked over at Evan, who looked considerably less tense now.

“I’d certainly like that. Evan?” I said, looking over at him. His head snapped up and he nodded vigorously, a small smile on his face.

“Definitely.” Evan said and I smiled, pecking his cheek. Jeremy and Michael fake gagged and I rolled my eyes, sticking the finger up at them.

“I’m truly heartbroken, Y/N. Really.” Michael said and Evan chuckled slightly, running a hand through his sandy hair.

“I hate to be rude, but my mom said I had to be back home by 9, and it’s 8:45.” Evan said and I nodded, standing up with him.

“Well, do you guys mind if I walk Evan home?” I said and Jeremy and Michael exchanged smirks.

“As long as nothing funny happens, you’ll be fine.” Michael said and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Bye!” I called, walking out of the house with Evan. The door shut behind us and I let out a sigh, squeezing Evan’s hand.

“That was the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me.” I said and Evan shrugged his shoulders, smiling at me.

“More embarrassing than tripping over a tree root and falling face first?” Evan muttered and I gasped, lightly whacking his chest.

“You’re the worst.” I exclaimed, and Evan chuckled, his smile wider and brighter.

We walked briskly, our conjoined hands swinging slightly. Evan pointed out his house and we walked up the driveway, which was surprisingly steep.

“Here we are.” Evan said, gesturing to the building. I nodded and reluctantly dropped his hand, sticking my hands in my pockets.

“I really enjoyed myself. Well, I always enjoy myself when I’m with you, but, you know what I mean.” I rambled, rocking back and forth awkwardly on my heels.

Evan chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I had a great time. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you on Monday then?” Evan said and I nodded, taking a few steps away from the door.

“Yeah. I look forward to it.” I said and Evan smiled bashfully at me, twisting the doorknob.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said, slipping behind the door. I let out a sigh and turned around, ready to walk home.

“Goodnight Evan.”

Confidence // Kim Seokjin

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the prompt: could you please do a prince!seokjin fluffy scenario? au i used: “my parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal.”

words: 4425

category: fluff

author note: seokjin deserves all the love in the world i hope he knows how loved he is.

- destinee

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More Than Fuck Buddies

Request: Hey love, well I had a fabulous dream last night and I thought you might write something out of it? :) Me and bucky Barnes were having some kind of secret affair while living in the tower but also developed strong feelings for each other. One night after we had passionate sex I wanted to leave but he grabbed my hand pulling me back to him and finally admitting his feelings and asking me to stay? I told him the same and it got official? :) That would be great! Also some smut hihi ? 😘😘😘 Thanks

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Originally posted by luvinchris


You were currently cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner, telling everyone else you had it taken care of. Steve and Vision tried to stay behind to help, but you’ve always taken the cleaning roll in the tower. So, they all decided it was time to relax and go to bed.

You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist as you finished up and you smiled, drying off the last plate you washed. Bucky stuffed his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. Goosebumps rose onto your smooth skin.

“Mm, you smell good enough to eat. I just might let you sit on my face tonight.” Bucky chuckled darkly, nipping at your skin. Your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and you rested your hands against the edge of the sink. “Bucky, I am not doing that.” You giggled softly.

Bucky smirked against you. His hold tightened around you and he was about to say something else until you both heard footsteps approaching. Bucky quickly pulled away from you, standing off to the side.

“Hey, have you guys seen my tablet?” Tony asked with a heavy sigh as he walked in. You turned around, trying to keep your composure. Your heart was beating fast in your chest and your face felt hot. “N-no, maybe check the common room?” You said, hoping Tony couldn’t detect the nervousness in your voice.

Bucky walked to the fridge now, pretending to look for something. Tony nodded at you then looked at Bucky. “Didn’t you just eat?” Tony asked, knitting his eyebrows together. Bucky froze and cleared his throat.

Oh god, what if he figures it out? You thought as your heart started racing even faster. You turned back to the dishes, stacking the plates to distract yourself and hide your embarrassment.

You and Bucky have been having a secret affair for the past few months. You’d have secret sex all throughout the tower and nobody knew; at least you hope they didn’t. You both tried your best to keep quiet.

It’s not that you don’t want the team to know, it’s that you don’t want Bucky to know you have feelings for him. You fell in love with Bucky two months after you started this affair, and you knew that Bucky probably didn’t want anything more than friends with benefits.

You enjoyed the secret sex, of course. You just didn’t want to ruin anything with telling him how you feel.

Bucky shut the refrigerator and turned to Tony. You peeked over your shoulder. “A man’s gotta eat a lot to keep his muscles, Tony the tiger.” Bucky said with a smile as he flexed his muscles. You held in a moan and looked away. Tony rolled his eyes dramatically and left the room, searching for the tablet he so desperately wanted to find.

You sighed out, shaking your head lightly. You’ve almost been caught in the act dozens of times and nobody pieced it together. Not even when Bucky’s shirt was thrown on the floor in the common room and your hair was messed up as you sat on the couch.

Either the team was really dumb or they didn’t care.

You moved to the cabinets, putting the plates and other dishes up, thinking about what just happened. Tony would never let you guys live this down if he had found you two. Bucky had left the room for a moment and you knew he was making sure Tony would leave for good.

As you were putting the silverware away in their rightful drawers, those strong arms wrapped around you once again. “He found the tablet. Now, let me find your g-spot, baby doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear, letting one of his hands move down to your clit over your leggings.

You gasped and leaned back into him, closing your eyes. “No no, that’s not it. I need to keep looking.” Bucky said in a husky voice, slipping his hand down your leggings.

Bucky’s rough hand moved your panties aside and rubbed small circles around your opening. “Y/N, you’re so wet for me.” Bucky moaned into your ear, causing a small whimper to escape between your lips.

Bucky chuckled softly and slid his finger inside of your pussy, gently moving it back and forth. Your breathing became heavier and you felt Bucky curve his finger and hit that delicious spot. Your hips jerked and Bucky smirked. “There it is.” He said proudly, hitting it continuously.

Bucky’s palm was rubbing against your clit at the same time and you tried so hard not to moan loudly in fear that someone would hear you.

Much too soon for your liking, Bucky pulled his hand from your leggings. He lifted his hand to your mouth. “Open.” Bucky ordered. You opened your mouth and he stuck his finger inside, letting you lick your juices from his finger.

You moaned softly and sucked on it now, slowly bobbing your head back and forth. Bucky growled lowly, biting on your shoulder. He placed a kiss there and pulled his finger away from your mouth and you chased after it, wanting to suck some more.

“Doll, let’s take this to the bedroom.” Bucky said as he grabbed onto your wrist. You smiled and let him drag you along. You flicked off the light in the kitchen and hurried to the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky picked you up and pinned you to the wall with force. A small grunt fell from your mouth and Bucky ground his hips into yours. He was already hard and you could moan at the thought of how delicious he looked.

You tangled one of your hands in Bucky’s hair and tugged on the roots. You heard a low growl in his throat and you smirked. Bucky had the biggest hair pulling kink and you used that to your advantage. The sounds he made were a bonus, only adding to your own arousal.

Bucky’s lips were attached to your neck and he sucked on it harshly. You whimpered and moved your hips against Bucky’s, getting impatient. Bucky pulled away from your neck and bit his lip, looking down at you.

You noticed something different in the way he looked at you but you couldn’t tell what it was or what he was feeling. “I want to try something new tonight.” Bucky said as the elevator came to a stop.

You wondered what he could be talking about as he set you down. Bucky’s hand wrapped around yours and he laced his fingers with yours, something he’s never done before. Your heart started to race again and you felt your feelings for him start to grow.

You both exited the elevator and quickly made your way to his room down the hallway. Bucky pulled you into his room and shut his door gently and turned back to you. Smirking, he slipped off his shirt and picked you up before lying you down on his soft bed.

You started to take your shirt off and Bucky held his smirk, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants. The chill in the air made you shiver and you both were down to your underwear now. Bucky hovered above you on the bed and kissed along your neck and your collarbones.

You moaned, feeling his tongue trace along your skin as he went. “Bucky, hurry.” You begged, wanting him inside of you already. You felt Bucky groan against you and he pulled your bra straps down. “What do you want, kitten?” Bucky asked, using your favorite nickname.

You let him take your bra off and you felt his cock twitch in his boxers against your thigh. “Your cock, please.” You whimpered breathlessly. Bucky breathed out and leaned back on his knees. He smirked and looked down at your clothed pussy.

Your cheeks turned red and he licked his lips as his hand moved down your torso. His fingers added the slightest bit of your pressure on your clit and your hips jerked. Bucky chuckled deeply. “Always so ready for me.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down.

You inhaled a deep breath, watching him. “God, you’re so pretty, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, kissing your knee before hovering above you again after slipping off his boxers. You blushed more and looked up into Bucky’s eyes. “What did you want to try?” You asked nervously.

Bucky sighed softly and looked down at you. “Can we take our time?” He asked shyly, the same look in his eyes reappearing. You knitted your eyebrows together a little. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You breathed, feeling nervous.

You and Bucky always started and finished quickly. It was mostly rough and fast sex. You didn’t do too many risky things since you had to sneak around the tower most of the time. You would like to be more adventurous in the bedroom, but you didn’t want to push Bucky away with any of your ideas. 

Bucky’s flesh hand moved to your cheek and his thumb traced along your lips. He leaned down and captured your lips with his and you felt his hips sink closer to yours. Bucky’s cock started to slide into you and you whimpered, goosebumps rising on your skin again.

Bucky pushed in further and bit your bottom lip, causing you to moan his name. “Shit.” He muttered, finally filling you up. Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Bucky stared down at you and brushed your hair out of your face before thrusting in and out of you slowly. You gasped, never feeling how big he actually was like this before. Bucky would always go so fast, you never had him go slow. “God, Bucky.” You whimpered as his tip gently brushed against your g-spot.

You felt Bucky holding back and you desperately needed him to go a tad faster. “Bucky.” You whimpered his name, watching his hips meet yours. Bucky gripped the pillow beside your head with his metal hand and let his flesh hand rest on your side.

His thrusts sped up a little as you moved your hands to his hair and tugged on it. Bucky grunted and quickly leaned down to kiss you. You were surprised at first and you felt him start to fuck you harder. Bucky’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip, begging to play with yours.

Slightly opening your mouth, his tongue started to fight for dominance. You moaned into the kiss, moving your hips against his. “Fuck, that’s so good.” Bucky moaned, his voice strained. You knew he wanted to go crazy but something was different about this time.

Bucky looked into your eyes as he thrust into you and you noticed that look again. You didn’t know what it was but it made your heart beat faster. Bucky’s lips ghosted over your chin before placing a kiss there. His lips moved to your neck and down, then back up to your ear.

Your pussy clenched around his hard cock, making him moan into your ear. You smirked and did it yourself this time, earning a moan from your own mouth. “Play nice, naughty one.” Bucky chuckled, his flesh hand moving to your hand.

Bucky laced his fingers with yours again and held it beside your head on the pillow. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky breathed, his chest rising and falling. You felt his thrusts become harder and your face contorted with pleasure. “Fuck.” Bucky grunted, snapping his hips against yours with more force.

Your breath caught in your throat when Bucky’s metal hand moved to grip onto your throat. “You like that?” Bucky asked with a small smile. You nodded, moaning your answer. “Can you go faster?” You asked, hearing Bucky’s arm whirring. His fingers tightened and he groaned.

Bucky did as you asked, sliding in and out of you with more speed. Skin slapped against skin and you gasped, only to have it cut off by Bucky applying more pressure around your throat. “So good for me. You’re so good. You like that, Sergeant’s little girl? God, you look amazing.” Bucky said, whispering as he fucked you.

You moaned out particularly loud but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel Bucky’s cock slamming into you harder now. His balls slapped against your ass and you couldn’t wait anymore. “I want-I want to ride you. Please.” You begged, looking at Bucky. His hair was sticking to his face from it being coated with sweat.

Bucky grunted and released your neck, flipping you two over. You’ve never been on top before and Bucky would always decline, but now you get to and you couldn’t be happier. “Fuck. Ride me, kitten.” Bucky said, watching you grip his shaft in your hand. You’ll never get over Bucky’s size.

He was thick and heavy, veins protruding from his cock and your mouth watered at the sight of his red tip. You moved your hips over Bucky’s cock, sliding his tip along your slit. Bucky’s breath hitched and you heard him growl as you sank down.

He filled you up even more it felt like and he was definitely deeper inside of you. “Y/N, you feel amazing.” Bucky rasped, gripping onto your hips. You started to ride Bucky, bouncing up and down on his large cock. Your tits were bouncing along and you gripped them, looking down at Bucky as you pinched your nipples.

Bucky bit his bottom lip, bending his knees so he could meet your thrusts. “Fuck, I’m getting close.” You squealed, feeling Bucky’s cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you let your chest rest against Bucky’s. His arms wrapped protectively around your back and he picked up speed.

You kissed his chest, breathing heavily. You moaned as Bucky’s hand now tangled in your hair. He pulled your head up, making you look down at him. “Y/N, look at me when you cum.” Bucky said, his eyes hooded and mouth slack from pleasure. You moaned and watched his face, his eyes glazed over.

Bucky pounded into you now and you felt his thighs slap against yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You squealed out. You moaned and Bucky leaned up to kiss you quickly. You gasped and pulled away, feeling your pussy clenching around Bucky’s cock again. “Go slow. Oh god, go slow.” You begged.

Bucky slowed his movements and slid in and out of you like before, only much deeper. As Bucky stared into your eyes, your orgasm finally washed over you and you moaned, trying to keep your eyes open.

Bucky’s hand reached down to rub your clit, his movements faster than his thrusts. You held your breath and felt hot spurts of Bucky’s cum coat the inside of your pussy. He grunted, sliding his cock all the way in and keeping it there until you both finished.

Bucky let out a satisfied breath and looked at you. “Breathe, Y/N.” He said, rubbing your sweaty back. You let out a long exhale and felt lightheaded. “God, that was amazing.” You whimpered. Bucky slid out of you and you stayed on his chest, breathing rapidly.

Bucky caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment. As your breathing calmed, you rolled off of Bucky. Your pussy was sore and you groaned, feeling your thigh muscles twitching.

You sat beside Bucky and smiled down at him. “I’ll see you next time.” You said with a hint of sadness. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and gripped onto your wrist before you could leave. “No, don’t go!” Bucky quickly pleaded. You looked down at him confused. “Why? I always leave afterwards.” You stated matter of factly.

Bucky sat up and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I know, I just don’t want you to leave me.” He said quietly. Your eyes widened as you thought about it. The slow, thoughtful movements, the amount of eye contact and even the kissing. It was much different than the other times. You two just made love.

Bucky stood up and left to get a wet cloth to clean you both up with. He was silent and you weren’t sure what to say. You saw Bucky’s shirt lying on the floor and you moved to pick it up. Slipping it on, you sniffed it and it smelled like him.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked after he slipped on a clean pair of boxers. You blushed and smiled. “Staying.” You whispered. Bucky threw the wet cloth in his dirty basket and walked back over to you. You sat at the edge of his bed, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Bucky’s hands held your cheeks, letting the pads of his thumbs caress your skin. “I think I love you.” Bucky whispered, watching you intently. Your eyebrows raised and your mouth fell open. He likes you back. Bucky actually feels the same way about you.

You were so surprised you couldn’t speak and Bucky’s hands fell from your face. “I understand if it’s not the same for you.” He said, sitting beside you. You blushed and turned to him. “Do you think or do you know?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race again.

Bucky looked at you, his hair falling in his eyes. You reached over and tucked it behind his ear. “I know.” He said, nodding to himself. You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good, because I love you, too.” You said.

You heard a gasp fall from Bucky’s mouth and he looked at you with the cutest surprised face you’ve ever seen. “You do?” He breathed, pulling you onto his lap. You giggled softly. “I do.” You said, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. “God, you’re amazing.” He muttered, pulling you in for a kiss.

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Movies that End in a Kiss

Relationship: Dean x Reader
Rating: Teens and up.
Warnings: None.
A/N: There is an author’s note at the end because I don’t want to spoil anything.

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Summary: You tell Dean you’re in love with him exactly three times.

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You tell Dean Winchester you love him three times.

Well no, you’ve said it more often than that growing up with him and Sam, taken in by John at a young enough age that the Winchesters are the only family you’ve ever really known. The only one you can remember, anyway. That’s what I love you has meant so far. It meant you’re my family, I’d die for you too and I’m here.

That’s the brothers’ way of saying it, to you, to each other. Never ones for ‘chick flick moments’ or at least that’s what Dean had decided. Jerk. Bitch. Loser.

That’s not the kind of ‘I love you’ being addressed here. You tell Dean you’re in love with him exactly three times.

The first, in true (honorary)Winchester fashion, happens while you’re dying. Of course, it takes a demon taking a bite out of your jugular to man up and fess up. You’re at the end of your rope, out of time. If you’re ever going to tell Dean, it’s now.

You open your mouth but he shushes you.

“Don’t talk,” he says.

I love you, you think as hard as you can, your eyes going wide as though that will help convey the message. Like you could communicate it telepathically or he could read the words in your irises.

Dean misunderstands. He presses the blue, now blood-black, bandana more firmly onto your fatal wound. “Don’t be scared. Sam’s breaking the angel warding right now and Cas is going to get his feathery ass in here and he’s going to heal you up and then we’ll go get burgers and that’ll be that.”

“Dean,” you rasp.

“Okay fine, we’ll go to a twenty-four-hour breakfast place.”

You chortle out a broken sound and wince immediately but the pain blurs along with everything else. You’ve lost a lot of blood, you know because you’re laying in it.

Dean taps your face and it isn’t gentle. “Hey, hey, stay with me, Loser. Don’t be a wimp, I bet it doesn’t even hurt.”

You chuckle again and say, “Only when I laugh.”

“Well then we’re screwed. I’m a very funny guy.” Dean lets out his own small laugh and grins down at you.

You think it doesn’t hurt at all when he’s the one laughing. That sound could erase all your pains and aches. It has many times before. Has made very bad situations, very dark times, just a little better, just a little easier. His smile isn’t half bad either.

The sunlight spills into the space from the open barn doors behind you, hitting Dean’s face in a way that’s making him hard to see, a little hard to look at. He’s lit up like a greek hero might be. Teary eyes shiny and twinkling in the light, hair more blond than brown as the rays filter through it, his skin goddamn glimmers like bronzed gold. Or maybe that’s just your vision that’s starting to go. Spots dance somewhere between your face and Dean’s so this must be it.

“I love you, Dean,” you say because you think it’s the last thing you’ll ever speak and there are no words more important.

You vaguely hear Dean laugh a broken sound, you think you hear him say Cas’ name, something touches you (other than Dean that has his arms around you), everything tingles and everything goes dark.

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