my kitchen table

Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.


You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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I was trying to write a post about how I could not believe that six months after meeting Even, Isak is now the type of person who gets up at eight, even when he doesn’t have school, and the type of person who actually likes pictures in which people make fun of him instead of like, freaking out but then I remember how soft Isak’s voice sounded when he was talking to Even in that car on Monday and you know what. I can. I absolutely can.

“IT’’S A TERRIBLE PLAN! AND IT WAS MINE FIRST!!!”

This probably won’t make sense to anyone who isn’t me, but let me try.

I was trying to explain my position the other day in a discussion about dusttale and Papyrus’s likeliness to be a willing co-conspirator in that kind of situation.

I was trying to express my opinion that even if there was an endless cycle of genocide runs and both brothers somehow remembered them, and even if all hope was lost, the second such a plan was actually vocalized, I felt like Papyrus would decide there had to be another way. He would never go through with it or support it unless he was completely corrupted beyond recognition (even if he was of sound mind but completely compromised morals). I was trying to express a very difficult to explain series of headcanons and analysis, which made this a personal exception, even though I enjoy Papyrus crisis-of-faith plots, angst, face heel turns, and the brothers actually being on the same page. I was trying to be both eloquent and elaborative. 

But instead all my mind could conjure up was a scene of sweet, sweet sibling hypocrisy.

I suppose that’s as good a reason as any not to murder everyone you’ve ever known and corrupt the very culmination of your being in a bloody, dusty final stand.

Theory

So I was sitting down at my kitchen table eating pasta when I had this thought.

Tikki’s favorite re-energizing food is cookies

Originally posted by allarica

Plagg is a cheese freak

Originally posted by hikayagami

(This is my new favorite gif)

But then I realized…

Adrien also really likes baked goods (when he gets them, that is…)

Originally posted by letadrieneat

But that made me think… is their favorite food the same as their other half’s kwami?
Meaning…

Is Marinette’s favorite food

Originally posted by dennys

Originally posted by everybody-loves-to-eat

Originally posted by foodpleasestuff

CHEESE?!

I hope she does…

The big four sitting at lunch together.

Alya: Hey Marinette, what’s your favorite type of food?

Nino: I could have told you that one.

Adrien: Really? What is it?

Marinette: *honestly unaware of favorite type of food and a little offended that Nino thinks he knows the answer* I honestly don’t know what it is, so please enlighten us, Nino.

Nino: *with a big smile on his face* Cheese.

Adrien: *slightly taken aback at this new development*

MArinette: *Thinking back on her life and slowly realizing he was right.*

Alya: Dude, how do you even know that?

Nino: First of all, she has cheesecake for her birthday cake every year. Second, last year she hosted a big study party with a bunch of kids from our class and she made a pasta dish. While she was cooking Kim asked if she had enough pasta and sauce with her cheese and Marinette just dumped an entire container of parmesan cheese into the pot and said, “Not quite.” So yeah, cheese is her favorite food.

Marinette: *glances down at plate which is literally that exact same recipe with just as much cheese as Nino described from the party*

Alya: I’m a little shocked, but I am mostly impressed.

Plagg in Adrien’s shirt pocket: Marry her.

An Unexpected Surprise - Cody Christian Imagine

Request by Anon: Hey! May you do an imagine where Cody and (y/n) rarely fight but when they do it’s a hell of a mess and the current situation is that he and the (y/n) are having a fight, a really big one bc he accused her of cheating on him, bc maybe she’s coming home late and she’s always on the phone, but what really is happeningis that the reader is organizing a surprise birthday party to him, so when he finds out he’s really regretful for thinking she ever could do that to him and a happy and fluff ending? 

Warnings: Arguments, being accused of cheating, some curse words

Word Count: 4,056

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself with this prompt. I hope you like it. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Cody’s POV

The first sign

It’s funny how time flies by when you’re not looking at the clock, but when you do watch the clock, time seems to move slower. I drummed my fingers against the kitchen table as I slowly watched the second hand take its sweet time to move around the clock. Y/N was 29 minutes late. She’s never late and I was beginning to get worried something might have happened. If she was working late, she would have called or texted me to let me know. But tonight, she didn’t and I couldn’t help but think of the worst.

Just give her one more minute, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone. Instead of looking at the clock on the wall, I looked at the time on the phone. Why must the last minute take the longest?

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On my way from work I ran into a busker, which isn’t an uncommon sight in my town. The town is a magnet for these types of artistic vagrants for reasons that are a mystery for me, but this guy was notably talented. He was a very large, very round man who played the accordion like an absolute pro, and though the accordion is far from a favorite instrument of mine - it doesn’t even rank in the top 50 - I had to pay him for his efforts. He had no hat, box, bucket or other object in which to drop my money, so I attempted to pay him directly and he held out his hand to stop me. He opened a slit on the side of his accordion revealing USB slots and told me to connect my phone to his accordion.

When I did, my phone automatically downloaded an app that was like Uber for buskers. It had listed the entire history of this particular busker, from even before it was possible for the app to exist, with recordings off all his performances and the ability to rate him on a scale of 1 to 5. Since I was impressed by his performance, and perhaps just a bit in awe of being introduced to this new app, I rated him 5 stars and he seemed quite pleased. I thanked and complimented him before continuing on my way, and that’s when I noticed that every busker on the street had been making use of this app. It seemed that many people weren’t even paying attention these buskers, but a group of dark suited men would patronize each, plugging their phones into multiple USB ports on the instruments and rating each busker before moving in a group in order to rate the next busker.

That night I had horrible nightmares. They were abstract and seemed to morph at random. The images in them were vivid and visceral, yet I couldn’t describe them to you now as their coherence hinged on dream logic. However, one dream managed to form itself into something of a intelligible moment. I was in the class of my home room teacher from elementary school. I was there to make up for tests that I had failed as a child. My teacher was there, sitting behind her desk, though she was obscured by shadows and all I could make out were her eyes behind her glasses. They were moist and shined faintly in obscure light. When she blinked, they became like fleshy holes and I could see to the back of her brain, where things, like spiders or living threads, were wiggling and moving around at extreme speeds. Each time she blinked, she would grow larger and my desk smaller. I was anxious because I knew my growing teacher’s eyes would eventually envelope the room before I could finish my tests, which were simple, but made difficult to complete because of the increasingly tiny size of my desk.

It eventually came to be that I was inside of my teacher’s mind and everything was pink and red. Those spider-like threads would run up my arms and my desk and pencil were lost, though I still gripped my tests in hand. I woke up itchy and in a cold sweat. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I turned on my laptop and found that the internet was out, at least temporarily, so there was nothing I could do to hold me over until morning. I just lied in bed waiting for daylight. After some hours of staring at my ceiling from my bed, I became hungry and decided to head down to the kitchen in order to make a snack.

There was nothing but bread and butter, and all the butter knives were dirty, so I just ate plain white bread. Sitting at my kitchen table and staring out in the dark of the night through the window, I could see that the group of dark suited men were still rating buskers, the same buskers from earlier, who performed the same routines without fail.

OTP Prompts- Family Edition

“You’re my landlord, and sometimes you come into my house and do repairs without warning me. Today, I came home to find you at my kitchen table, talking with my mother, who I totally didn’t realize was in town. Lovely, now she thinks we’re dating.” Au.

“My father has talked about a co-worker quite a bit, but I thought you were around his age, not… My age. And attractive. But I was very wrong.” Au

“I’m at a family reunion, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you before, but I have a big family, so I’m not too worried about it. Only, now you’re flirting with me, and THAT concerns me a little. Oh, you’re just my cousin’s best friend? By all means, continue.” Au

“You’re my neighbor, and I have a huge crush on you. I’ve managed to keep it hidden, but you came over while I was babysitting my little sister, and she told you I loved you. Well, this is awkward.” Au

“This is really cliché, but you’re my brother’s best friend, and I’m always hanging out with him just to spend time with you. I’m pretty sure he’s told you how I feel, but you’re still nice to me, and that really isn’t helping my crush.” Au

“My aunt keeps setting me up on blind dates, and you’re apparently going to be my latest disaster.” Au
Alt. “My aunt keeps setting me up on blind dates. Will you pretend to be my S/O? I don’t think I can handle another disaster.” Au

“My parents and yours have been best friends forever, and they’ve always assumed we would get married. We made a pact when we were kids that we never would, just to spite them, but now… I think I really like you. A lot. Please don’t hate me.” Au

anonymous asked:

viraha - want or the realization of love through separation

Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

And now for part 13…

Viraha - want or the realization of love arising from separation


Tired and weary down to my soul, I return to the city and to work early the next morning. Part of me wishes that I could call in sick. Forget about facing all people and wallow in my sorrow for a few days. I’d hardly call myself recharged as I drag myself through a shower and prepare to face the day. At least it’s only a half day with students, the last half dedicated to another form of torture – Parent Teacher Conferences.

Somehow, I survive it and trudge home, dreaming of stew and crusty bread on order from Sae’s and a hot bath. I drop my bag on my kitchen table and pull out my phone. The number is programmed and I have the menu memorized by now. Once my food is on its way, I set the phone down, thinking I’ll grab a quick bath to warm up before the food arrives in thirty minutes, but something small and shiny on the table catches my attention.

A key.

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{Reaction} Being in the Mood with Monsta X

Note: I wanted to write for Monsta X, so I did. This turned out way longer than I expected, but oh well, I hope you enjoy it anyway. This is written as if the reader is female, I’m sorry I didn’t make it as gender neutral as I intended.

Masterlist ~ Monsta X Masterlist

  • NSFW - includes themes of sex and swearing, please read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by trainingpanda

You and Minhyuk had tried to do it a while ago, but since you hadn’t been together very long, you stopped him before things got too intense because you didn’t feel as though you were ready. But now, as you thought about it with your bottom lip between your teeth needing him, you weren’t sure how to approach the situation as you’d never been good at talking about your feelings, or having a heart to heart. You figured the best way to get this kind of attention from him would be to tease him until he finally snapped. You took one final check of yourself in the full length body mirror of the bedroom.. You were wearing laced underwear and one of Minhyuk’s button up shirts, except the buttons were all undone, exposing everything beneath. You let out one final deep exhale before exiting the bedroom and following the sound of the TV where Minhyuk would be.

In the room, his attention was on you instantly. He smiled at you - still so sweet, he’d never want to do anything with you that you didn’t want to. Except this time, you did want to. You sat next to him, placing your hand dangerously high up his thigh, making his breath hitch. After a few moments of teasing his upper thigh with your fingertips, Minhyuk was on top of you, your back pushed against the sofa.

Minhyuk: “Is this what you want Jagi?” *Hands already gliding up and down your bare stomach with his other hand gently pushing strands of hair away from your face.*

{y/n}: *Nods*

Minhyuk: *Moans before pushing his lips into your neck - be ready for him to send you to complete ecstasy*


Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by babywoon

Kihyun kept rolling his head back, hitting the wall behind him as though he’d lost the will to live. You and him had been stuck in this goddamn room for half an hour now after being sent in for a game of‘seven minutes in heaven,’ it seemed as though the other members had either abandoned you both on purpose or have simply forgotten you were both trapped inside of there. Based on Monsta X’s intelligence levels, you decided it was probably the latter that was more likely. You turned to look at Kihyun, who was still hitting his head and rolled your eyes. Seemingly, this action didn’t go down to well in his head, because next thing you knew, you were pushed back against the floor with Kihyun hovering above you. He looked as though he was about to give you a piece of mind until you pressed a kiss against his lips.

When you pulled away, he looked dazed, then, like the switch of a light, lustful. He stood up, pulling you with him before pushing you up against the door of the room, no one was going to be coming in anytime soon. Then, he pushed his lips to your again, passionate and open mouthed as his hand wandered down to the place you were starting to ache for his touch.

Kihyun: “If you were this horny for me, you should have just said so earlier.” *Smirking as he can literally feel how turned on you are.*

{y/n}: “Just shut up and kiss me”

Kihyun: “Oh {y/n} I’m going to have done much more than kissing when I’m done with you.”


Wonho/ Shin Hoseok

Originally posted by wonhobe

Wonho can get you in the mood very easily, let’s be honest here. This is the kind of man that smirks when you call your real father ‘Daddy’ because God knows your father isn’t the only man you call by that name. But you, yourself, can be rather shy when it comes to intimacy, and while you’re more than happy to engage when Wonho suggests it, you’re hardly ever the one to hint that you want to even if you need it. But when you finally pluck up the courage to take the first step, you finally learn what magic really works with the simplicity of you taking the lead.

You lay in bed beside Wonho, your head leaning on his chest with his arm around you as you nervously took a deep breath before climbing on top of him. He grumbled for a moment, his muffled words saying something along the lines of ‘what are you doing?’ until you start kissing down his chest and his words turn to groans of encouragement.

Long story short, Wonho gave back all you gave him and more. You should definitely initiate passion when you need it, because however turned on you may feel, Wonho will always feel it more.


Son Hyun- Woo/ Shownu

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

Shownu was away from the Monsta X dorms house-sitting for his parents for a week while they were away on holiday. For his week out of practice, he decided to take full advantage of his week off and invited you, his partner, over to his parent’s house to spend the week with him. He decided that he wanted to take you out on dates and spend as much time as he could with you for the week. Except, when you finally reached the empty house, a sense of excitement rolled in your stomach as he showed you around the house and his old bedroom.

On the second night of the stay, you found yourself getting in the mood as Shownu turned the channels on the TV, talking about how he used to watch it a lot between practicing when he was trying to get onto a traineeship with the company. Suddenly, you pressed your lips against his, and he finally got the idea as the remote slipped completely out of his fingers so he could pull you onto his lap and run his fingers along your upper thigh.

Needless to say, the rest of the week consisted of the two of you using every corner and surface of the house to make up for time lost to his practices.

Shownu: “I can’t believe we just did that on the kitchen table - my parents eat at that table”

{y/n}: “They aren’t the only ones that eat at that table” *winks*

Shownu: “{Y/N}!”


Lim Changkyun/ I.M.

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Since you’re usually rather shy when it comes to this kind of thing, it took him a little while to finally understanding what you were hinting at as you ran your fingers over his whole body. With each hitch of his breath, you smirked, making a side comment on how it was informative to find out where his sensitive spots are. You soon became frustrated as he kept acting clueless, so you jumped straight into the deep end, latching your lips onto his neck and letting your hand slide down his chest to the place you knew he’d seen your intentions with touch.

His eyes rolled back, moaning before grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

{y/n}: *innocently* “What about the film?”

Changkyun: “Fuck to film”  *pulls you in for a kiss*


Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by wonhontology

It was a hot summer’s day, so hot even the air conditioning wasn’t making it seem any more bearable. You, and your best friend Hyungwon were sat in the living room, all windows wide open as you sat in shorts and a blouse with as many buttons undone as you could get away with and the sleeves rolled up. But Hyungwon was in less clothing, literally sat in his boxers because he could, little did he know how much you yearned to see him in even less. It was wrong for you to have these feelings for the man you considered your best friend for the past several years, but you couldn’t help yourself, and it wasn’t helping when you’d been crushing on him heavily for the last few months. You decided it was time to take action.

You stood up, unbuttoning the rest of your buttons to reveal a purple laced bra, Hyungwon scoffed at you, telling you that it being so hot wasn’t an excuse to strip. You laughed, tossing the shirt aside before unbuttoning your shorts before him. It became clear very suddenly how the atmosphere changed.

Hyungwon: “If you remove any more clothes I won’t be responsible for my actio- wait, are you smirking at me? Are you teasing m-”

{y/n}: “I’m still not satisfied, maybe I should take the rest off too-”

Hyungwon: *pulls you in and does that job for you*


Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by wonyeols

You had experienced blow of emotions, from jealousy, to anger and then to lust. You had caught Jooheon talking to one of the backup dancers after his earlier show, she had confessed to him, and even though he had respectfully turned her down, you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated. It was that moment that it hit you how popular Jooheon was with the female (and male) population, and how quickly he could get over you is someone better came along. Of course, this was all rubbish, and Jooheon was more than pissed off that you even suggested that he’d leave you for someone else. That’s where the anger kicked in, the two of you shouted as you entered the front door of the apartment. You groaned frustrate as you tore your coat off, practically throwing it aside carelessly before attempting to leave the kitchen and sulk upstairs.

No chance. Jooheon grabbed your waist and pulled you in before setting a hot, passionate kiss upon your lips. And then, more clothes were coming off, and before you knew it, the anger had turned to lust.

Jooheon: “How about I show you how much I really love you?” *speaking in between kisses on your neck*

{y/n}: *moans in acceptance*

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Lydia drags Stiles out of bed in the morning to drive her to school.

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Mrs M: Going somewhere?
Lady F: London. Flying visit.
Mrs M: You only just got back.
Lady F: I know but, you know, something came up.
Mrs M: Something, or someone?
Lady F: I know what you’re thinking, but you couldn’t be further from the truth.
Mrs M: Then why all the secrecy?
Lady F: Believe me if I could tell you I would.
Mrs M: Oh yes, of course you would. If I wasn’t a nosy old gossip with ideas above her station. Well, I’ll wish your ladyship a pleasant journey.
Lady F: Mrs McCarthy!


Father Brown, S5E2, The Labyrinth of the Minotaur 2/3

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“My life has been a path at the edge of uncertainty. You don’t grow on a secure path. All of us should conquer something in life, and it needs a lot of work and it needs a lot of risk. In order to grow and to improve, you have to

                        be there, 

                                    a bit on the edge of uncertainty.”

Her or Me-Jordie Benn

Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 1893

Warnings: Language, toppless kissing

Disclaimer: This was one of the first imagines that I wrote, I think it’s pretty poor in writing style but other than that it’s alright. Not one of my favorites that I’ve ever done. (Y/NN=your nickname)

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I checked my phone for what must have been the tenth time since I sat down 20 minutes ago. I just got back from visiting my mom in my hometown and my best friend, Jordie Benn, was supposed to be meeting me at the Starbucks just down the road from my apartment complex. It wasn’t like him to be late without texting me first, or to even be 20 minutes late.

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Telling him you’re pregnant part 2 (13rw guys)

Zach: Zach’s mom was not too happy when she found out about the baby, but she made sure that she was supporting us both, by that she made Zach focus extra hard at school and did not let him attend any parties anymore. I would regularly visit, but Zach and I still decided to be friends because we, he was a supportive partner, he would come to scans and keep me updated with school work, in fact Zach became my tutor.  We found out we were having a boy which mean my spare room at my new apartment that my parents paid for would become the nursery.
“Y/N?” Zach asked while he was helping me what he learnt in English today. “What will happen when the baby’s born?”
“I’m not sure,” I told him, placing my work on the kitchen table. “I know it’s going to be hard, but to be honest Zach I’m freaking out.”
“So am I,” he replied. “Why don’t I come and live with you?” he asked.
“Zach there’s no room,” I smiled. “I only have enough room for the baby and I.”
“What if I camped out in the living room?” he asked and I took time to consider.
“Why are you asking this Zach, you have a home with your family and you have school.”
“But my family will be at the apartment,” I sighed a little.
“Zach, I promise I will visit all the time, I’m just your friend,” I told him.
“What if I want to be more than friends,” he said suddenly leaving my mouth partly ajar. “Y/n why don’t we be in a relationship, I have liked you for ages and now we’re like having out own miniature family,” he grabbed my hand squeezing it.  
Clay: My parents weren’t too happy when they found out that I was pregnant and wanted to send me away, but Clay’s parents were super helpful and allowed me to stay with them.  We were sitting at the table discussing the topic.
“Clay, I have to be honest, you never striked me as the kid who would have a kid at an early age,” his father said as his mother glared.
“Don’t listen to him, who cares how old you are, both of you are old enough and mature to take this responsibility,” she said.  “Anyway Y/n how many weeks are you due now?”
“I’m due in a month,” I replied glancing across at Clay.
“Can you believe it, we’re going to have a baby in the house,” she practically squealed.
“Mom, please,” Clay groaned, “I have school to get through but I think I can drop out with my GPA to get a job.”  His mother looked like he smacked her in the face.
“No, you are not!”
“Clay you’re going to college and you know that,” his father butted in, I gradually grew more awkward.
“But I have people to provide for,” he told his parents.
“We are providing,” she told him.
“For dad, yourself, me, Y/n and a new born baby, yeah mom,” he said sarcastically. “I want to work, I can get a good job and I highly doubt Y/n wants to raise a child with you guys in the house.”
“Clay, your parents have been really supportive towards not only me but you as well, be grateful they haven’t chucked you out the house,” I told him, he seemed to shut up now.
For the rest of the dinner we ate in silence, no one uttered a word to anyone.  Afterwards I helped Clay’s mother clean the dishes.
“Y/n you know I only want the best for everyone, if you don’t want to raise your child here I can help you get a place,” she told me but I shook my head.
“I want Clay to go to college too and I think I need a lot of motherly help from you,” she smiled at me. “Thank you, for being so good what can I do to show you how grateful I am?”
“Nothing Y/n it’s a pleasure having you, just keep being good to Clay.”
That evening in bed I had persuaded Clay to stay in school so that he can achieve his dreams with me and his unborn child and his parents rooting him along the way.
Alex: Alex and I never spoke much after that night and I sure didn’t want anyone knowing I was pregnant so my parents contacted school who helped me do my work at home.  Hopefully I was going to pass my tests and be a single mom as well, with help from my parents.  In the afternoon, while both my parents were out, I heard a knock at the front door.  At first, I was willing not to answer because it was probably someone who was from school ‘asking where I was’ but I couldn’t show that I was now the size of a baby whale. However, it was clear this person was not leaving so I plodded downstairs to reveal a bleached blonde-haired guy.
“Y/n….” he said, looking me up and down. I instantly felt insecure.
“Alex what are you doing? Didn’t my dad make it clear enough that I want nothing to do with you,” I groaned trying to hide myself with the door.
“Yes, he did but I’ve been thinking, you’re carrying my baby and I have every right to be doing this with you,” he told me.  I thought, he was making a very valid point, a child always deserves two parents and I couldn’t stop Alex even if my father wanted to break his neck.
“Alex, you know my parents don’t want you,” I sighed.
“I know,” he replied, looking down a little.
“Come in and I’ll tell you everything,” I smiled.
Justin: Justin had a plan all set, he moved away to get work and get us a home while I stayed at school, it was a stupid plan because sometimes all I wanted was to see Justin, but he only told me: ‘a little while longer babe.’ He wanted to have a stable home with two loving parents before welcoming our child into the world because he didn’t want to make the same mistake as his mother did. My parents were okay with this, not happy that everything was so quick and I had to move away but they only wanted the best in life for me, but soon I would be reunited with Justin and everything will be better.
Jeff: We wanted everything to be smooth, although sometimes it was hard. We had no clue what we were doing at all and neither did we have a plan.
“So, we’re just going to roll with it,” Jeff smiled while we sat in the cafeteria at lunch.
“No Jeff we need a plan, like what are we going to do?”
“Move in with me,” he blurted out leaving me slightly confused.
“Where Jeff, in your house with your parents?” I asked, rolling my eyes at his stupidity.
“Well yeah, they always said their home is open for you and the baby,” he reassured me smiling, he always knew that his smile was my weakness.
“Let me think about it,” I smirked, the thought of us living together with a baby leaving me smitten.
Monty: Everyone knew I was pregnant and even though my parents were mad at me they were supportive nonetheless, but despite all that I told no one that the father was Monty De La Cruz. 1) because he was a jock and would probably just not care anyway. 2) I was embarrassed to say that I had drunk, unprotected sex with him and 3) I was utterly petrified of him.
“So, are you ever going to tell me who the father is?” my best friend smiled at me as I was at my locker.
“Nope,” I popped. “Trust me you don’t want to know and anyway I’m happy for him not to know,” I smiled and she exited me disappearing to class.
“I know who the father is,” a voice muttered into my ear. I turned around the see the jock standing there.
“Fuck off Monty,” I said, storming off but he caught me wrist.
“No, not until you let me help you, I want to help,” he told me but I shook my head no.
“If I wanted you’re help I would have asked.”
“You’re making the wrong decision,” he told me.
“Am I?” I questioned and proceeded down the hall.
“Hey everyone! I thought you should all know that I am the father of Y/N Y/N/N’s baby!” he exclaimed and I froze.

A/N: so, I know they all suck but I decided to leave Monty’s as a cliff hanger :)))))

Flexibility
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Words: 1k (It was supposed to be a drabble)

Summary: A snapshot of your relationship with Cas. (Character based on the AU Endverse!Cas from “White Wedding.”)

Warnings: Smut (vaginal fingering, some oral sex, unprotected sex.)

A/N: It was jokingly requested by @willowing-love to write snippets of the day-to-day relationship from a previous fic. I had a lot of fun with this version of the character, so I wore it. As always, constructive feedback is always welcome and if you’d like to be on my master tag list, sent me an ask or DM.

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