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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 2

We did it amigos. Another list! I am so grateful that you all are sharing your ideas to help inspire others (faith in humanity restored)

  1. “Where is my fucking pudding?!”
  2. “I thought we agreed to never use butter for that reason again…”
  3. “Well if it’s the guy who never shuts up about toilet paper!”
  4. “Honey, did you see my sniper rifle?”
  5. “Oops…”
  6. “God damn it he died. Whatever. Just leave him there.”
  7. “Listen, I know you’re upset, but please put down the baking soda before someone gets hurt.”
  8. “Look, about the monkey…”
  9. “I don’t understand! I only used a finger.”
  10. “It’s not as hard as you think, I promise.”
  11. “well this is what i call hell of a night”
  12. “How could an entire school disappear?”
  13. “What do you mean the brownies are "not quite brownies”?“
  14. "Yes, I understand that its cool, but why does your toaster have wings?” “Well its alive of course. It flies.”
  15. “Don’t turn that on!”
  16. “Wait…I’m also- technically- underage and you’re a stranger…should I be screaming also?”
  17. “I though you meant "literally” metaphorically. “
  18. "Ok so don’t get mad but I might have started a war.”
  19. “Good morning… I see the assassins failed again.”
  20. “You’re a murderer, how are you working at a hospital?”
  21. “That cat just stole my cereal!”
  22. “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.”
  23. “Hey, can you stop shooting people right now? We’re trying to sleep.”
  25. “If you think I’m leaving you and your demon eyes and evil horns you’re wrong.”
  26. “What do you mean, this isn’t Earth?”
  27. “Damn it, ____! Not peanuts again!”
  28. “Why did I just press the big red button?”
  29. “So tell me again why this dead body is being sent to Goodwill?”
  30. “Lucifer, I know that we said we would share rent but you never said anything about your brother living with us.”
  31. “God dammit, I’m supposed to be a bat! Why the hell am I a possum, Karen?!”
  32. “Sarah, where’s the dog?” “Up in space?”
  33. “You had only one job and it wasn’t even a difficult task, but seriously, how did you end up like this!?”
  34. “Well I never said I WASN’T going to kill the bartender …”
  35. “I mean, it was only a small eldritch being, so it wasn’t that bad…”
  36. “Hold me back bro!”
  37. “I think there’s a new lifeform evolving in my fridge.”
  38. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
  39. “Can we have lunch now, or do you still want to continue looking at dead people?”
  40. “I can’t believe you ate my cheese…we’re over”
  41. “Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends.” “Because I turned you into a cyborg after being shredded by an explosion and you owe me.” “…Fair enough.”
  42. “Well, I didn’t quite expect to wake up pregnant either and yet… here we are, so can you please pass me that can of bread?”
  43. “Ok, I know I said ‘You can throw a hairbrush at them’, but I didn’t actually mean it!”
  44. “When I told you to feed the dog I didn’t expect you to feed him the neighbors cat.”
  45. “Clearly, you’ve never gotten rid of a body before…”
  46. “This sort of thing never happened when I was dating your brother.”
  47. Sometimes, I wonder about you. And then I worry.“
  48. ” Wait, wait, wait, start from the very beginning. how did you manage to set the house on fire with that??“
  49. "For fucks sake, dude, how many times do I have to tell you that that’s not what penises are for?”
  50. “One woman’s terrorist is another woman’s freedom fighter.”
  51. “This isn’t right… the humans shouldn’t be able to move on their own.”
  52. “Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”
  53. “Must you unhinge your jaw like that when you eat? It’s disgusting.”
  54. “You’ve violated the law, my trust, and your friend. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say?”
  55. “No, no don’t open the fridge, I need to keep they eyeballs cold.”
  56. “did he break his jaw again by falling down a flight of stairs?” “Passive aggressive much?”
  57. “For the last time, put the declaration of independence back!”
  58. "That isn’t permanent, right?”
  59. “You know, ripping someone’s beating heart right out of their chest with your bare hand looks cool in anime, but irl it’s just unsanitary…”
  60. “She didn’t tell you” “Tell me what” “He’s dead”
  61. “But his dad is an asshole–” “HIS AUTHOR IS AN ASSHOLE”
  62. “You are here and you haven’t tried to kill me yet. You must want something from me.”
  63. “The salesperson made a flying tentacle monster sound a lot more alluring, I swear!”
  64. “Okay…the radiator just growled at me”
  65. “Dude, were you listening to me? Why are you barking?” “I’m not barking. I thought YOU were barking!”
  66. “How did you get that bump on your lip”
  67. “Buddy. You need to chill, and put that knife away before I get out my gun.”
  68. “ ” I dare you to take your shirt off" “ no” “ I doubledare you” “No” “I tripledare you” “ god dammit Steve , im not wearing a Shirt!”“
  69. "Why the fuck are there founding fathers in our living room”
  70. “Girls only say 'I will not dignify that with a response.’ when they’ve done the thing you’ve just accused them of.” “Do you know this, because you’ve done it?” “I will not dignify that with a response.”
  71. “They think we’re terrible but really we’re only mediocre”
  72. “You’d think by now we’d stop bringing death into these things. Look at them, they have anxiety!”
  73. “Ok, first of all asshat, stop touching me. Second, that is never going to work out! Third, stop TOUCHING me.”
  74. “So if I do understand, you’re telling me that you created insects robots. The same one that destroyed the city. ”
  75. “Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”
  76. “Please tell me you’re joking about marrying the bastard’s son we call Satan.” “ Don’t talk about your mother like that!!”
  77. “Did you explode the microwave again?!”
  78. "Honey where’s the dog?” “Like I said, I’m making a smoothie.”
  79. “Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.”
  80. “I don’t know, maybe because he has some semblance of taste?
  81. "What could possibly make you think eating three tons of cheese for the mice in radiation-test labs was okay?!”
  82. “Who actually let the dogs out?”
  83. “Hey, you don’t know how many bodies are buried in my backyard.”
  84. “I told you to kill me.” “I did. Just this morning.” “Well, shit!”
  85. “So… This isn’t the end, is it? I mean I still want to hang out with you at least. Maybe go for another space adventure, hm?”
  86. “I’m sorry, it was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT,”
  87. "Hey, wanna go out for a romantic moonlight killing spree?”
  88. “So, you’re into …..? Huh, I never would’ve known.”
  89. “Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed”
  90. “What are you doing?”
  91. “But really, why would anyone need two dozen armadillos?”
  92. “You can’t keep 'solving’ your problems by going to another dimension!”
  93. “I still can’t believe you assassinated a unicorn.”
  94. “Wait, you have FOUR knives?” “No, no. I have four knives ON me.”
  95. “I’ve killed a man using only a copy of Hamlet and a computer mouse. I am NOT afraid of you!" 
  96. "What the hell are those?”
  97. “Are you sure you’re not an arsonist?”
  98. “I know, right? You’d suspect any of them of secretly being an alien, but not…”
  99. “Why didn’t you stop?”
  100. “So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in my guest room.”

Let’s make another list. Part 3! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”. I want to give everyone a chance to contribute to our community. So as always, one prompt per amigo. Dankje! 

mark my words (m)

pairing: reader x sugar daddy!kim namjoon

genre/components: smut, crack, fluff // kim namjoon had money and a taste for sweet little things with the sharpest tongues 

count: 15,548 words

also extended, rewritten, crossposted to ao3 as minjoon

a/n: for anon who requested it months ago im so sorry this took so long but i hope it was worth :^) 

The blinking line on his blank document was laughing at him. He swore it was laughing at him and has been laughing at him for the past half an hour since he sat down and fired up the program. One word, backspace. Three words, backspace. One fucking sentence, he fucking backspaced. He let out a growl of frustration as he pushed back from his desk, rubbing his eyes as if the pain would clear up any part of his brain – preferably the one that didn’t make him sound like a five year old storybook. He might as well have typed “The wife is a sadist who accidentally killed her husband mid-fuck.”

Grabbing his robe, he quickly tugged it on and padded over to the kitchen to pour himself a blistering hot cup of coffee. His answering machine had picked up seven missed calls, probably from his editor cursing him out for missing his calls.

He couldn’t be bothered to listen to any of them or even handle his editor’s desire to tear him a new one when he was so tempted to do it himself. His last book had been published a few months ago. Usually, by the time one was stocked up on the shelves, he’d be working on the next as he cashed in whatever the latest one was making. However, with the last few miserable months, everything he printed looked like a shit stain on a piece of paper. Even his editor, who was down to his last string of patience, thought so.

Things used to come naturally to Namjoon. All the sophisticated whatnot, all the carefully intricate plots that wove themselves onto the blank pages in fabricated fiction. He didn’t know what happened to him. He’s never had a muse except for his own messed-up life so it wasn’t possible that (as what his readers and critics believed at least) his inspiration had evaporated into thin air.

Namjoon perhaps knew what had been happening, what he saw from three books away. But he wasn’t about to fucking admit it because that shit didn’t happen to the genius, versatile writer, Kim Namjoon. Whatever he wrote turned into gold, selling nearly as many copies as the holy Bible. If his jittery nerves wasn’t enough evidence of his problem, then the coffee cup shaking in his earthquake of a hand was. As the realization sank in, he was finally hit with the cold hard truth.

Kim Namjoon had hit writer’s block.

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Lazy Day

Jeff Hardy/OC- The reader doesn’t want to get out of bed and tries to persuade Jeff to stay with her. She thinks she did a good job.

Warnings: other than smut, theres no warnings. Like nothing kinky which is a little sad.

@ittybittywriter @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @alexahood21 @alexispoo @kinkymaminicole @crowleysqueenofhell @ambrosegirlforever

“BABY.” I heard Jeff yelling at me from the kitchen. I rolled over on our bed to get to his side. I huffed at the coldness of it and closed my eyes. “BABY.” Jeff yelled again when I didn’t answer him.

“What?” I yelled back at him with a high pitch whine. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:15 and groaned. I closed my eyes to try to fall back to sleep needing just a few more hours to not be grumpy. I heard light footsteps and opened my eyes to see Jeff leaning against the door frame smiling at me, “So early.” I mumbled as Jeff slowly walked towards the bed.

“I would get back in bed but you’re on my side.” Jeff said as he bent down and kissed my forehead.

I glared up at Jeff and rolled my eyes. Jeff chuckled and pushed my hips to make me roll onto my back, “No I don’t want to move.” I threw my arms down on the bed trying to take up all the room. Jeff kneeled onto the bed putting his arms under me and pushed me onto my side, “Nooooo.” I dragged out the o’s as Jeff pulled the covers off of me and wrapped himself in them before flopping down on the bed next to me.

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When you ask them to be rougher in bed (NSFW)

Originally posted by oohsehunnies


Junmyeon doesn’t strike me as a rough person, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t up for roleplay.  He’s definitely a roleplay kind of guy.  He’s a Daddy kink for sure.  He’ll he sweet and slow at first, but the second you mention being rough in bed, don’t be surprised by his change in demeanor.  This guy has a switch and that switch is costumes.  You want this guy to really give it to you?  Dress up for him.  He’s a gemini, so he’ll go both ways.  He’ll like it if you take control and get rough with him, too, so don’t forget that.  Just imagine for a second:  you’ve been dating for a little over five to six month, been sexually active with each other for maybe three and you just want to explore a different side of him.  He’s a shy one, so you know you have to approach this a certain way.  He gets back from a long tour away from you, tired as hell and just wanting to lay in your arms while sleep takes him.  Instead he walks into the bedroom to find you dress up in kinky nurses outfit, the doctor’s coat laying on the bed beside you.  Shock.  Shock, shock, shock.  But sooooo turned on.  All that tiredness?  Gone.  Boner?  Yup…He’ll probably stutter out a question, but if you pout and ask him for a check up, he’ll lose his mind, okay?  Off with the clothes!  The only thing he’s wearing tonight is a stethoscope and a white coat.  Explore with this because he’s totally into it.  This one will mark you up to high heaven simply because he’s so into his character.  I still think he’s a bit vanilla when it comes to positions, but that doesn’t take away from the experience as a whole.  Never underestimate this man.  Ever.  You will regret it. (well, maybe in the morning)  “Baby, you’ve been failing all my tests lately.  Do we need to have a tutoring session?  I’m sure there are some studying techniques I can share with you.”  (good god, not even my bias and damn,  Have FUN!)

Originally posted by xiaonancii96


Magic words anyone?  I feel like Minseok would be the type to be gentle with you at first.  Like he knows he’s a kinky af (he’s an Aries duh!), but he wouldn’t want to scare you off.  Your first few times together would be super sweet, loving, and just him pretty much worshiping your body.  You like it for sure, but you want to spice things up.  It almost feels too safe.  So when he comes home from work one day and is just getting out of a hot shower, towel around his waist, brush in hand, you pop the question on him.  To say he’d be surprised would be a total understatement.  He wouldn’t expect it at all.  But DAMN if he’s not immediately turned on.  This one is the type to zone out as the images of all the ways he could ravish you race through his mind.  So if you suddenly get nervous because of the silence and backtrack, he’s going to throw the brush on the counter and march his way over to you.  He’ll only ask you once if you are completely sure that’s what you want.  If you back down, he’ll be fine with it, but if you say yes PREPARE!!!!!  He’ll throw you on the bed, that cocked eyebrow look on his face, tongue running over his lower lip.  Intense!!  Minseok will still be sweet in certain respects, like he strikes me as someone who has a praise kink, so expect a lot of ‘that’s a good girl/boy, you take it so well’  ‘that’s right, just relax’  ‘you’re so good’ ‘ugh, you’re so gorgeous’.  Lots of moaning and grunting, quietly of course cuz he’s not a loud person.  I feel like when he’s being sweet he likes the missionary position because he wants to see your face while he’s pleasuring you, but when he’s rough, he wants you face down and grasping at anything while he takes you.  Expect marks, too!  Not where anyone can see them, but in places that only the two of you know.  It’s a reminder of who you belong to and how he’s the only one who can get you off a certain way.  “Oh, baby, I hope you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.  It’s going to be a looooong night.”

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katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 

Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!

All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.


My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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Pillow Talk

This is another Manorian fic because I am the epitome of trash for this ship.

Title: Pillow Talk

Characters: Manon and Dorian

Summary: What happens when Dorian tries to rouse Manon from her slumber to fulfill their plans go on a double date with Rowan and Aelin to breakfast? Resistance. A lot of resistance.

Manon has never been a morning person. Or at least voluntarily. It just wasn’t her thing, the concept of getting up with the sun without a purpose for doing so just seemed gross and obscene. So, when she heard Dorian say, “Good morning sunshine, time to get up.” She couldn’t help but burrow farther under the covers and bury her face deeper into her pillow.

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leahwhiz  asked:

the kanye one omg write the kanye one im laughing so hard help

~ phil’s tired, like really tired, he’s had a long week and all he wants to do it cuddle up with dan and sleep, maybe have some slow, loving sex. but no, the new kanye album’s out, and dan will not shut the fuck up about it.

~ he’s going on and on about how amazing the music his, how amazing he is, and it’s getting to be a bit too much.

~ “he’s literally a god, phil. have you seen him? he glows. what did we do to deserve this angel of a human being on our humble planet. he’s literally my fucking dad. he’s my fucking daddy-”

~ the second the words are out of his mouth phil can tell he regrets it. and he damn well should because phil’s on him in a second, pushing him onto his back and pinning him down by his wrists.

~ “what the fuck did you just say, dan? sorry, didn’t catch that.”

~ dan practically squeaks, his eyes blown wide. “p-phil, i didn’t-” he’s cut off when phil presses his knee up into dan’s crotch, and dan’s breath hitches. “daddy-!”

~ phil just grunts, reaching down to tug at dan’s button. “say it again.”

~ “daddy, i-” he gasps, feeling phil’s hand sliding into his jeans and palming at his already forming bulge. “f-fuck, phil…”

~ phil leans over him to nip at his throat, making dan whimper and squirm as he tugs at his jeans, pushing them down his hips.

~ “who do you belong to,” he mutters while working at his own button, pausing occasionally to grind down on his whiny boyfriend.

~ “y-you, phil, i belong to you, i’m yours fuckkk-”

~ phil grabs him by the throat, pressing down just slightly and watching as dan’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn red with surprise. “then what the fuck are you calling another man daddy for, whore?”

~ “i didn’t mean it, it just s-slipped out…?”

~ “of course it did.”

~ within only a few minutes phil has both of their boxers off, his fingers coated with couch lube, pumping them in and out of his boyfriend who’s whimpering and falling apart beneath him.

~ “p-phil please, n-need you…”

~ phil tugs at his hair roughly, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the couch. “what did you say, slut?”

~ “daddy, please, fuck me so hard oh god, need it-!”

~ that’s all it takes to get phil coating his length in lube, grabbing dan’s hips and pushing in, bottoming out immediately, drawing a loud whiny moan out of dan.

~ phil fucks into him hard and rough, just the way he knows dan likes it, trailing kisses up his jaw and biting to leave hickeys as he rolls his hips, pounding into the boy beneath him.

~ “holy f-fuck phil i’m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck harder-!”

~ dan cums all over himself not long after, moaning “daddy” in a broken shout, phil fucking him down from it and rubbing circles on his hips with his thumbs.

~ “so pretty,” phil mutters, kissing dan’s cheek and pulling out carefully.

~ “and dan, baby? kanye can’t fuck you like i can.”

idk it’s 1 am

102. You and Dean are often married while undercover.

A/N: This is longer than my history analysis paper was and took me a quarter of the time to write. I guess I really like Dean. Or really hate history. Or both. Both is good.

Word count: 1590


“So, where are you two from? I don’t recognize you,” the older man asks, giving the both of them a warm smile.

Dean turns on his charm, setting his smile to melt-any-woman-in-the-vicinity-to-a-puddle mode. She swears she feels his cheeks heat up right then and there.

“Well, I was on a business trip to New York,” Dean explains, looping an arm around her waist to pull her into his side. “And just happened on her in a coffee shop next to my hotel.”

“He left out the part where he watched me leave that same hotel and then followed me to the coffee shop,” she tacks on, making the older man laugh. “But he was good-looking, so I let it slide.”

“Well, we are very glad to have such a young couple at this auction. We don’t see many your age interested in this line of work,” the man tells them. “It’s refreshing and heartening.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vizard,” she smiles at him, then looks up to Dean.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do believe the auction will be starting soon,” he makes his excuse and then departs, leaving her standing beside Dean with a coy smile.

“Coffee shop, this time, huh?” she murmurs, taking two glasses of champagne from a waitress walking by. She extends one to him before taking a sip from her own.

“Gotta make things interesting somehow,” he grins, tucking a loose tendril from her updo behind her ear.

“Yeah, somehow meeting during an autopsy isn’t as romantic as stalking me to a coffee shop,” she remarks, reaching up to fix his tie as it had loosened some.

“Hey, I didn’t get to choose when I met you, otherwise I would’ve been a lot more romantic,” he says defensively.

“Hey, Mr. And Mrs. Frey, stop bickering. The auction is about to start,” Sam cuts them off as he walks up to them.

“Find anything out?” Dean asks quietly, looking to his brother, who was dressed similarly to him in a stunning suit and tie.

“All of the property is being stored in the west wing until the end of the auction. The only people allowed back there are people who have purchased an item from the sale,” Sam gives them a briefing.

“So we have to buy something,” she states, looking between the two of them. “Why not buy the locket outright rather than worry about convincing someone to hand it over?”

“The locket is one of the premier sale items,” Sam states, and she grunts in frustration. “They’re going to have a tight ship running tonight, especially for the locket. It’s going to be expensive.”

“How expensive?” Dean returns, sliding his thumb across the open space at the small of her back.

Her dress was backless, so she could feel every single inch of flesh that touched her.

“Too expensive,” Sam tells his brother, and she bites the inside of her cheek as she tried to think of a way out.

“How about the fake out-make out?” she finally asks, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought about it.

“Which is?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” she trails off and then exhales before continuing. “Like Dean and I go off to the west wing to make out, get the locket, and when we get caught and kicked out, take it with us.”

“There are guards watching the west wing,” Sam tells her.

“Could you distract them long enough for us to get through?” Dean asks, and Sam makes a face.

“It would only be a few minutes at most,” he tells them, and she grins.

“That’s all the time we need,” she nods, taking Dean’s hand.

“Well then, we have a plan,” Dean gives a smile, circling his arm around her waist.

“Okay, we should wait until the auction starts so there’s less people to see us,” Sam murmurs, and she nods before taking Dean’s hand and leading him to the small dance floor that was currently occupied by several couples.

“Might as well have some fun while we wait,” she grins, looping her arms around his neck as his fell to her waist and they began to sway slowly.

“You look gorgeous right now, Mrs. Frey,” he says quietly, and she smiles at him.

“And you’re just as handsome, Mr. Frey,” she returns, pressing close to him. “But you know what?”

“What?” he returns in a low voice, feeling her body press to his and feeling every curve of her against him.

“I’d much rather be Mrs. Winchester,” she says quietly, placing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away from him.

“The auction will be beginning in moments, ladies and gentlemen. Please find your seats,” she hears the older man from earlier say into a microphone, and she looks at Dean with a coy grin.

She knows that her words have gotten into him by the way he’s watching her. He takes her hand and carefully moves the both of them back toward the west wing, where they find Sam waiting.

“Ready?” Sam asks, and she nods.

He sets off on his mission, and within a few moments she and Dean are in the west wing, searching through the mountains of property for the cursed locket that’s been killing people.

“Got it,” she finally says, and Dean looks over before quickly making his way to her. “Handkerchief, please.”

He fishes it out of his pocket, watching her wrap the cursed item carefully so that she didn’t touch it.

“How are we going to get it out?” he asks as she bundles it up tightly so that it won’t come lose.

“Lucky for you, I’m good at hiding things in my bra,” she tells him, watching his eyebrows shoot upwards.

“What if it touches you?” he asks, and she conceals a grunt of frustration.

“Do you have a better place to hide it?” she asks, catching his olive toned gaze. “I’m sure they’ll pat us down to make sure we aren’t stealing anything. Boobs are a no-no zone, especially for esteemed guests.”

“God damn it, how did I find you?” he groans, pulling her close before pressing a kiss to her lips. “So sexy and smart, too. You’re the whole package, Sweetheart.”

“You found me in a coroner’s office, during an autopsy,” she reminds him, slipping the cursed object into her dress just as she heard footsteps coming their way. Her gaze shoots to the door they had come through. “Kiss me, and make it believable, Mr. Winchester.”

She tugs on his tie and pulls him close, leaning back against the wall as she loosened the top two buttons of his shirt.

His hands lift to her, one wrapping around the back of her neck and the other sliding up the slit on her dress to rest against her hip.

“Of course, Mrs. Winchester,” he purrs, and her body melts into him instantly.

For good measure, she lifts her leg around his hip, sinking one hand into his hair while the other looped around his back and pulled him close, so his chest pressed to hers.

She kisses him hard just as she hears the door open.

“You two aren’t supposed to be in here,” one of the guards says immediately, and she pulls away from Dean with a flustered expression.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she babbles. “I didn’t know, I thought we could just get somewhere secluded real quick and then-”

“If you could follow us this way,” the second guard says, giving her a disapproving look. “I’m sorry, but you two are going to have to leave the premises immediately.”

“But we were going to buy something from the auction,” she tries, but she can tell that she doesn’t get through to him.

“Sorry, ma'am, but the Thompsons were rather… Conservative,” the first guard says. “I don’t believe that they’d want someone like you two in possession of their goods.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Babe, it’s okay,” Dean states, and she looks to him with wide eyes to sell the believability. “It’s okay. We should go.”

“If you could give us your names so we might inform Mr. Vizard of your departure?” the guard asks as he escorts them to the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Frey,” Dean says for her, and the guards nod as they hold the doors open. “I apologize for this, but perhaps you two might make it to another auction when you’re able to put certain needs aside in a public setting.”

“Yes, sir,” she looks down as they shut the doors, but her gaze flickers back up to Dean quickly.

“That was easy,” she murmurs, looking up as Sam slipped out the door they had just come from.

“You get it?” he asks, and she nods before pulling the object out of her dress.

“Easy as pie,” Dean says as they walk back to Baby, popping the trunk open to place the locket into the special curse box they had made for it.

“Mr. Vizard was looking for you two at the beginning of the auction,” Sam informs them as he closes the trunk. “I told him that you two had stepped out for a moment and he smiled.”

“And what did he say?” she asks as she crawls into the backseat carefully, trying not to flash anything from her dress.

They get settled in before Sam answers her.

“He said, ‘Ah, young love. I remember when I first got married.’ And then he winked at me and started the auction without you two.”

Meeting Him (Lee Jong Suk Scenario)

Genre: romance, fluff, comedy

Word count: 2 055

Warning:  none

Summary: A drama-like meeting.

You went back to the hotel, dead tired from all the walking around the city. Seoul was surely exciting and full of life, but you were exhausted and all you could think of was a nice bath in your nice hotel room, an episode of whatever drama was on TV while enjoying the luxury of having room-service in a five stars hotel.

Stepping inside the hotel drew you some curious looks which made you blush as you fumbled for your phone. Your shorts and simple t-shirt surely didn’t match the hotel’s image, nor did the dusty sneakers or backpack full of trinkets. Thank God you had the roaming services activated and were able to call your friend.

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Catch Me - Superman x Reader

Requested by axa-vega -  a imagine with Clark Kent/Superman about anything you want.

Happy Birthday, axa-vega!!

Notes: (Y/S/N) = your superhero name

“Well, (Y/S/N). This is a surprise,” Lex Luthor sneered, walking towards your cell. You had broken into Lex Corp to steal the formula for a toxin Luthor was planning to sell to a terrorist group. Unfortunately, the whole operation had been a setup, and you found yourself in a containment cell in a secret floor of Lex Corp.

“I’m sure,” you replied coolly, doing your best to appear calm. Honestly, you were freaking out, but you knew you couldn’t let Lex know that. “Do you treat all your guests like this?”

“Guests don’t break into my building and attempt to steal my records,” Lex retorted, pacing in front of your cell. You watched him, smiling at him with contempt. Your mind worked on overdrive, trying to figure out how to get out of this. Unknown to Lex, you had the formula on your flash drive as you had just enough time to make a copy before being dropped into this cell. 

“You must not have many guests, Lex,” you teased back as you finally found a way out. Approaching the bars closest to Lex, you slipped your hand out to stroke his arm. He eyed you with interest, letting you continue. “Only the best guests cause trouble,” you whispered seductively, pressing your body against the bars. “That way you can punish them.”

Lex swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with desire. You did your best to hide your disgust, keeping up the act. “You have been quite a naughty guest, (Y/S/N),” he answered, reaching his hand between the bars to grip your butt. Smiling playfully at him, you tried the ignore the nausea that came with his touch.

“Then punish me, Lex,” you breathed as his hand squeezed your butt. It hurt, and you felt violated, but you kept it up. 

He sighed, letting go of you to press the button to open the cell door. Once it open, you sprung into action. You grabbed the front of Lex’s suit and slammed his head into the door, knocking him unconscious. 

Pausing to let yourself shiver with disgust, you glared at Lex’s unconscious form. “I’m going to take twenty showers when I get home,” you told yourself, gagging slightly. “Gross.” Recovering, you turned to run out of the room only to find there was no visible exit. 

“Damn you ,Lex,” you swore before taking a sticky bomb out of your pocket and throwing it against a wall. You hoped it would lead to the outside. Crouching down behind a crate in the room, you pressed the detonate button. You cringed at the noise, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get out as easily as you came in. 

Luckily for you. the wall you blew did lead to the outside. Running over to the opening, you gasped when you found yourself thirty stories up. You swore before pressing the comlink in your ear, hoping you would get a signal. 

“Hey, Superman,” you called through the com as you heard shouts and footsteps running towards your location. “You wouldn’t happen to be anywhere near the Lex Corp tower to give a stranded, young innocent a lift?”

“I’ll be there in a minute, (Y/N),” Clark responded in a cold voice. You frowned, he had never talked to you in that tone before. A tiny pang hit your heart, but you swallowed it to stay focused on the mission. 

The shouts and footsteps became louder as they neared the room. You knew you didn’t have enough time. A hidden door opened from the other side of the room, revealing an army of Lex Corp security. They started shooting once their gaze landed on you. Knowing you couldn’t wait for Clark, you jumped out of the building.

“Looks like you’ll have to catch me, Supey,” you yelled into the com to be heard over the gunfire. Your heart pounded in your chest as you fell through the air towards the ground below. Closing your eyes, you prayed he would catch you before you hit the ground.

Suddenly, you felt arms wrapping around your back and legs as you stopped falling and started moving sideways. Opening your eyes, you found yourself looking into the handsome face of Superman. “My hero,” you cooed in relief. 

“I’ll drop you off at the nearest transportation pad,” Clark replied indifferently, making you frown. Usually, he would flirt with you or at least laugh, but there was no light in his eyes. Your eyes watered, but you held your tears back. 

“Okay,” you said softly. Your voice thick with unshed tears. You were attracted to Clark, and you had always flirted with one another. However, today he seemed like he couldn’t stand you. It hurt more than it should, because you were sure your flirting would lead to something more. You both flew the rest of the way in deafening silence.

Clark’s distance stayed throughout the next few weeks. He didn’t smile at you, or even speak to you unless it was necessary. It hurt like nothing else when you saw him laughing and talking to someone else only to return to that cold mask when his eyes landed on you.

You dealt with it until you couldn’t take it anymore. It was at a Justice League meeting, and you found yourself sitting across from Clark. He kept giving you that cold stare that you had endured from him for the last month, and the hurt was too much. You burst into tears, excusing yourself from the meeting before running from the room. 

Going to the first private place you found, which was a closet of cleaning supplies, you sank onto the floor. You pulled your knees to your chest, burying your face into your knees as the sobs shook your body.

“Clark, what did you do?” Diana demanded as everyone at the table turned to glare at Clark. He shifted uncomfortably under their stares. A trace of guilt crossed his face.

“I haven’t done anything,” Clark replied honestly. It was true, he reasoned to himself. 

“You have been ignoring (Y/N) these last few weeks,” Hawkgirl added, giving Clark a scolding look. 

Clark cleared his throat, meeting her glare. “What happens between (Y/N) and I doesn’t concern you,” he answered. 

“Actually, it does,” Bruce interrupted, leaning forward in his chair. “If what is happening is affecting (Y/N)’s ability to participate within the League.”  

“No, it doesn’t,” Clark snapped, pointing a finger at Bruce. Bruce just narrowed his eyes. “I suggest you all stay out of this.”

The room fell silent for a moment until Hal raised his hand. “Question?” he asked, smirking at Clark. “Does this mean (Y/N) is available?”

“Don’t even think about it, Green Lantern,” Clark snarled, drawing a laugh from Hal.

“I was just checking,” he explained, raising an eyebrow. “After all, if you’re going to ignore them, I might as well make my move.”

Clark stood up from his chair, knocking it to the floor. “I’m warning you, Hal,” he growled. Hal simply smiled at him.

“I get it,” Barry chuckled, finally joining the conversation. “Clark’s jealous. What happened?” Clark’s face fell at the truth of Barry’s words. “Did someone pick up (Y/N) before you could?”

Sighing, Clark calmed down while the rest of the League waited for his answer. “(Y/N) was flirting with Lex Luthor when he captured them during the mission to gather the toxin formula a few weeks ago.”

“Yes, (Y/N) said they seduced Luthor to escape,” Bruce interjected after a moment of silence. Clark spun around to face Bruce with intense rage on his face.

“Why are you so calm about this? (Y/N) was flirting with Lex flippin’ Luthor,” Clark shouted, much to the surprise of the rest of the league. Bruce was unmoved by the response however. 

“It was part of the mission,” Bruce replied coldly. “(Y/N) had a copy of the formula and had to escape by using any means necessary.” 

“You didn’t hear what they said to him,” Clark protested, walking over to stand by Bruce. Bruce was unaffected by the shadow of Superman towering over him.

Diana stood up, stepping between the two men. “Calm down, Clark,” she soothed. Once Clark seemed to settle a little, she gazed at him curiously. “How do you know what (Y/N) said to him?”

Clark blushed, choosing to not make eye contact with anyone as he spoke. “I may have been hanging around Lex Corp when (Y/N) was captured, and I overheard what they said.”

The league looked at Clark, unimpressed. “Why don’t you just talk to (Y/N) about this?” Hawkgirl asked, shaking her head.

“He couldn’t do that, then (Y/N) would know he likes them,” Barry remarked, giving Clark a teasing smile. 

“That would be the point, yes,” Hawkgirl responded in a neutral tone. She stared Clark straight in the eye. “Clark, I don’t know why you don’t ask them out? You can’t expect them to wait around for you forever, especially with the way you’ve treated them.”

“You’re right,” Clark sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I need to talk to (Y/N).”

“Finally,” Diana muttered, sharing a look with Bruce. “Go find (Y/N) right now, and make peace. The gods know we will never get any work done if you two are still at odds.”

“Unless you don’t want to date (Y/N),” Hal retorted, grinning when Clark glared at him. “In which case, I would happily fill in for you.”

“Stay away from (Y/N), Lantern,” Clark warned before marching out of the room. “They’re mine.” With that, Clark set off to find you.

You had dried your tears, and composed yourself enough to venture out of the closet. Heading down the hallway to go home, you found yourself face to face with Clark.

“(Y/N), I have to talk to you,” he began, blocking your path. You kept your eyes down, attempting to step around him, but he just blocked you again. 

“Please, I don’t want to hear it,” you begged, meeting his eyes to plead with him. “I really can’t hear what you have to say right now.” Your vision clouded with tears, even through you fought to keep them back.

Clark took a deep breath, his face softening with guilt. “I was jealous.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you studied his face. The truth of his words was in his eyes. “You were jealous?”

“I was listening in on your mission to Lex Corp and I overheard you flirting with Luthor,” Clark explained, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. 

“That wasn’t real, you know,” you replied, the joy in your heart soaring. You couldn’t believe he was jealous, your body was shaking with relief and excitement. “I was just acting to escape.”

“I knew that, but I couldn’t keep the thought of you being with him out of my head,” Clark confessed with shame on his face. “That’s why I was so cold towards you. I couldn’t stand the thought of Luthor having his hands on you.”

You smiled at him, taking his large hand in yours. “I couldn’t stand it either,” you agreed, loving how a smile grew on his face. You missed his smile. “I had to take ten showers afterwards, and all he did was grab my butt.”

“Hmm,” Clark mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the thought of Luthor touching you. He wanted to fly down and shatter his face, but he calmed himself by looking into your eyes. Surprisingly, he found affection and love. “(Y/N), may I ask you something?” 

“Yes, Clark?” you answered, hope fluttering in your chest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what he would ask.

“May I take you out for dinner sometime?” he asked, a blush burning onto his cheeks. He was adorable when he blushed.

“I have been waiting forever for you to ask me that,” you whispered before slamming your lips against his. Clark choked in surprise, accepting the kiss with an eagerness that equaled yours. 

“You didn’t answer,” Clark mumbled against your lips. He kissed you hard, his arms wrapping around your waist. 

“A thousand times yes,” you breathed when he released your lips. You slipped your arms around his neck before bringing your lips back to his. 

Eventually, you both ended up floating in the air with your arms around each other. You would trade a light kiss now and then, but mostly you just stared into each other’s eyes. Basking in the joy of your shared attraction, you both knew this was the start of something special. 

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You said you wanted some prompts? Me being me would like sum blushy confessions and make out sessions:3

I’m not sure this is exactly what you wanted. Sorry if It sucks it’s like twelve AM and I’m too lazy to go over it.



It’s two am. Michael is lying down next to me on his sleeping bag. We could have slept farther apart but we squished them together as close as possible. “Hey, Michael?”


“You wanna play a sleepover game?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like truth or dare or never have I ever?”

“Fuck yeah, I got an app on my phone for truth or dare.” I sit up and watch Michael stretch across the floor to get his phone, this reveals a small patch of the stomach. I try hard to hide my blush and end up shoving my face in a pillow. “Jer, what are you doing buddy?”

“Just breathing in the pillow, it smells like marshmallows.”

“Uh Okay” He opens the app. “Okay, Truth or dare?” Michael wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Uh dare” I challenge back

“Show part of your underwear,” I swear I see his face go a little red. I pull down my pants to reveal a small section of my black underwear. I can not look up to meet his eyes so I don’t. He hands me the phone. “Michael Truth or dare?”

“Truth” I press the button and watch the screen light up. I see the words and I almost want to try and change it but Michael is already looking and then I would have to explain why I changed it. “Uh the umm question is; Do you currently have a crush on anyone?” His face goes from a cute tired smile to a red blushing mess. “I umm I do.” I don’t want to do so I try and make a joke.

“Mike’s got a crush Mike’s got crush.” He gives me an annoyed look. And pushes me on my back. I laugh and it all feels normal until I remember…. Michael has a crush. And if it wasn’t for the fact that my brain is sleep deprived I would most definitely not have said what I said next.

“Who is she?” I squeak. What was I thinking? Knowing who it is will just make me feel worse.


He looks at me expectantly. I can see the slight fear in his eyes. Why is he afraid? “No one my crush is not important so let’s just move on.”

“No, I want to know who she is.” His voice now has and edge. I just not my head no. What have I gotten myself into? I wish we had just played Mario again or I don’t know, why the hell did I agree to this.

“Jer come on.” He looks a bit upset, why does this mean so much to him I don’t get it.

“Is it Jenna? Or Chloe, It better not be Chloe or that girl Maggie you showed you chem notes to?” I can’t take it. He just keeps listing every girl he’s ever seen at our school and I’m sick of lying, not just to Jeremy but everyone else.

“Jeremy just, stop, it’s none of those girls, it’s not any girl. I’m gay Jeremy as in homosexual like attracted to other boys.” His jaw drops. His face is pure shock. I can’t gage his response because he just sits there with his beautiful mouth wide fucking open.

“Look I’m sorry I uhh god I messed up didn’t I? I had an entire day planned out dedicated to telling you and I’m so tired I just let it slip. Please don’t just sit there please Just say something.”

“I’m bi. Oh did I just say that?” He awkwardly laughs and starts scratching the back of his head. Wait? He’s bi? I always thought my crush was hopeless because he was straight. I have a chance! No wait, just because it’s possible he’s attracted to me doesn’t mean he is. He’s my only friend. I can’t ruin it just because I have feelings for him. “Mike? Michael?” I look up and smile. “ Oh my god dude we just came out to each other at a fucking sleepover! You are the first person I’ve told. Omg wow, this is wild!.” I suddenly burst out laughing and a few seconds later Jeremy joins me. As the laughter dies down I grab the phone back. “Truth or Dare?”

“Umm dare.”

“You just did dare.”

“I know and I’m gonna do it again.” I press the button.


He presses the button and all of the sudden his lips are on mine. Oh, my god, Michael is kissing me. I put my arms around his waist. And I feel his hands cup the side of my face. It’s sloppy but It’s two thirty AM and I’m kissing god damn Michael Mell. He pulls away first and I’m a little shocked. “Hey I’m uh sorry but the dare was to kiss the person to your right so I just thought I’d go for it. I mean that’s not the only reason. I really like you as more than a friend and you were kissing back so I think that you might feel the same way. So do you want to go on a date Tomorrow? Or whenever if tomorrow doesn’t work.”

“Tomorrow is great.”

Wont Let Go (2)

Warnings: angst

**unedited bc I really just wanted to post, I’ll fix anything later**

The bullet embedded its self into my stomach and I stumbled back, my eyes growing wide with shock. I didn’t feel the pain right away… Spencer had just shot me… My vision blurred as my knees buckled.


Spencer’s POV

Everything was happening in slow motion.

“Y/n…” I gasped. She stared at me with wide eyes and her hand immediately went over her wound as she fell to her knees. I quickly crawled over to catch her before she could completely hit the ground. Y/n groaned in pain. I could barely see her wound through the tears burning in my eyes but I could tell it was very bad. My hands were covered in the warm, red liquid.

JJ had scooted over and pressed her hands on Y/n’s chest to stop the bleeding, despite her being shot in the side. I looked at JJ worried.

“I’ll be fine Spencer, let’s just worry about her. Call for help in your earpiece!” She exclaimed.

I pressed down on the button and spoke into the small microphone. “This is Doctor Spencer Reid, we need a medic on floor ten right now. Tell agent Hotchner y/n y/l/n has been shot in the chest.” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. When I looked down at Y/n, she literally looked like she was already dead. Her face had paled drastically, yet swear was beaded across her forehead. Her breathing was staggered and slow and she was holding back tears. I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. “What have I done?” I whispered to myself.

“Spencer..” Y/n mumbled. She tried to sit up but I held her down.

“Y/n, just lie still, okay? Lie still.” I said frantically. “You’re going to be fine.”

“She’s losing too much blood,” JJ whispered.

I pressed the button on my radio. “Where’s the damn medic? Agent Y/n Y/l/n is dying up here!” I yelled.

“Doctor, they’re on their way, please try to remain calm.” said some woman on the other end. I threw the radio on the ground and turned my attention back to Y/n.

She squeezed my hand and looked up at me half smiling.

“You know, you always did tell me I was impulsive. Look where it’s gotten me,” she laughed then winced.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I never meant-”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t know I was about to run out, you were just doing your job.” she croaked. I could no longer hold back the wall of tears that were in my eyes. I cried out and put my head on her shoulder.

“Don’t cry Spence, you’ve got to stay strong, please, just do it for me.” Y/n whispered.

“I/m not strong, Y/n,” I argued.

“Yes you are, that’s why I…” she stopped to take a breath. “That’s why I love you.” Her words shocked me. How could she love me of all people? Why not Derek or anyone else, and how could she still say that after I just shot her?  A small smile spread across her face when she saw how shocked I was. I could hear the shouts of the medics that were below us. They had made it! But then Y/n’s smile quickly started to fade and her eyelids were drooping. 

“N-no, Y/n, please stay with me! They’re almost here.” I pleaded. JJ was pressing harder on the wound and shaking her shoulder to try to keep Y/n awake.

But it was no use. Y/n’s eyes were already closed and her breathing had come to a stop. My lip quivered as I said my final goodbye.

“I love you too.”

I’m not sorry ++ I’m making a part three don’t worry guys just follow the hashtag #wontletgox (this is going to be a long series) to see bc the next part may get lost on our feed bc Mari and I have a lot of requests lmao.


after dessert.

➵ characters: simon d x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 3753
➵ summary: @iamlisteningtotherainsound asked: I love your Simon D smuts :D i would like to ask for one. Something like Simon helped me with recovering for a past relationship and then started dating then. And going out on all kind of dates and ending up to the apartment. Keep up the good work.
 author’s note: i listened to lotto a looooooot of times when writing this. i hope you like this!
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The Panda -  Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1157
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, John The Panda
Warnings: swearing, kissing, talk of parents death, pandas, fluff (literally)
Requested by @jaderz-mega-yikes
Authors Note: p1 of authors note: i am so fucking stressed and thats why ive been sucking at getting imagines out im so sorry. p2: i want a panda so fucking bad


The lights were making your eyes bulge out of your head. The silence was driving you insane. The work was getting harder by the minute. All you wanted to do was scream, but you knew you couldn’t. It was late in the Avengers facility, and everyone would kill you if you woke them up.

People would call your friends’ lives crazy, and they are, they’re Avengers. They save the world all the time, and it’s amazing what they can do. But when someone isn’t attacking, they get breaks. Sometimes, you really wish you could have a break from your life. Everything would be so much easier.

Being close friends with Tony Stark allowed you to live in the Avengers facility, as you monitor the comms on most missions to make sure everything is going to plan. You also check over a lot of Tony’s work, since he can be so busy being Tony Stark.

But looking over Tony’s work wasn’t bad. You would visit him almost daily as a child as your parents worked close with him and you spent a lot of time watching and learning from Tony. You knew how his mind worked by now, and when your parents were killed in an attack on Stark Industries, Tony felt he needed to help his dear friends. Only making for a closer friendship with you.

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You Owe Me - Part 4

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,712

Summary: The reader has an interview with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. Having never seen Supernatural, the interview definitely does not go as planned.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Oh, my god. This is the best thing I’ve ever seen!” You laugh hysterically.

“Be nice, Y/N!” Jensen pouts adorably.

He is finally making you watch the pilot of Supernatural and it’s so entertaining.

“Dude…you sound twelve years old! It’s funny!”

“Well, it was like eleven years ago!” He says dramatically.

“No shit. I can’t get over how young you and Jared look. It’s almost distracting.” You smirk.

You look back over at Jensen and he’s still pouting.

“Awww. Jay, you’re not old.” You say cupping his cheek with your hand.

“What?!” He exclaims.

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Aomine x Fem!BestfriendReader. They're at the mall and they run into her ex. The memories of him stepping on her self-confidence part of which was how she was 'ugly' come rushing back. Now back at the apartment (either Aomine or reader's) How does Aomine help reader completely forget her ex? He's been in love with her for so long and she has same feelings for him too. Full-on nsfw with fluffy aftercare please. Thanks!

So since most nsfw scenes with Aomine are kinda the same (and I already kinda did one for Aomine), I kinda re-used it but edited it to fit-kinda. It’s not full out nsfw, I apologize, but I hope the humor that makes up for it is alright.

Damn it (F/N) pick up,” he growled, as he pressed the end button on his phone for the fifteenth time within the span of 2 minutes; every time, it kept going to voicemail.

Momoi, himself and you were at the mall just handing out. One thing he knew, he was going to the bathroom and the next, you were nowhere to be found.

Where did you go, F/N?

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PROMPT: Person A and Person B first meet in a toy store where A was clicking all the buttons on the toddler toys. B is supposedly trying to do their job as an employee there but joins A in the end. (Link to prompt: here)

- Remus’ hated that he had to find a new job every few months.

- He took too much time off and his employers didn’t appreciate it. 

- He could never give them a proper explanation expect that he was ‘ill’. 

- But it’s not as if he could tell these Muggle’s that he was a werewolf, could he?

- His latest job was working at Toy’s R Us.

- Most of his coworkers hated working there because of how many children were around.

- But the children weren’t too bad.

- It was the parents who always gave Remus’ judgemental looks for his scars that were the problem.

- The children were always quite sweet to Remus, asking him why he had scars in the nicest way possible.

- He’d always reply with “These are my battle scars.”

- Their response was usually “Cooool!” or “When will I get some battle scars?”

- Back to present day, it was a rather dull Tuesday afternoon with not many customers in at all.

- Two other coworkers cried off early leaving only Remus, his supervisor and one other employee to manage the large store.

- In his boredom state, Remus started to pace up and down the aisle to make sure everything was in order.

- Then he heard a noise from one of the Fisher Price toys in the next aisle over, then a small little giggle.

- “I tell you, these Muggles!”

- Muggles?!

- Remus rounded the corner to see a man (he presumed Wizard) - around the same age as him - stood on his own by the toddler toys pressing every single button he could find.

- The man seemed oddly familiar to Remus.

- Beautiful features, high cheek bones, luscious black locks.

- Why did he look familiar?

- Then it dawned on him.

- “Sirius Black?” 

- “Huh?!” The man jumped, dropping a Thomas the Tank Engine toy that bounced on the floor.

- He whipped around to see Remus stood across the aisle from him.

- “Remus?” He questioned. “I … I, I mean, Lupin right?”

- He started rubbing the back of his neck.

- Remus nodded slightly.

- “Yeah, I’m surprised you remembered who I was.”

- Remus bent down to pick up the toy and heard a hitch in Sirius’ breathing.

- “Course I remember you! … I mean, yeah, I thought you looked … familiar … or whatever.”

- Did it suddenly get hot in here?

- “What are you doing here?” Sirius questioned.

- “I work here.” He answered, holding the Toy to his chest.

- Even though he was best friends with Lily and saw her all the time, he never expected to see Sirius again after Hogwarts.

- Apart from at Lily and James’ eventual wedding.

- Sirius was in Gryffindor where as Remus was in Ravenclaw.

- Remus had always had a crush on the elusive Sirius Black, but so did everybody else at Hogwarts. 

- It was no big deal. He got over it ages ago.

- Well, he had until he saw him again.

- “What are you doing here?”

- “Oh, I’m erm … I’m looking to get some muggle toys for the baby.”

- He felt his heart sink a little.

- “O-oh right.”

- “Yeah, Lily’s pretty insistent that her child grows up with both muggle and wizard-y stuff.”

- His heart lifted back up.

- “Oh! You’re buying things for Harry?” 

- “Yeah! You know him?”

- “Yeah, I meet up with Lily every so often and she brings him along. She want’s me to help her plan the wedding with her. Turns out James’ isn’t so … helpful in that department.” He waved his hand.

- Sirius’ smile widened as he chuckled. 

- “You’re not wrong their mate. He’s utterly hopeless.”

- They just stared at each other with small smiles.

- Remus shook himself out of the trance

- “So, what is it you’re thinking about getting?”

- “Well, thats the problem you see. I don’t know what the hell to get. It’s all too new to me.”

- “Well, I can give you a hand … if you want?”

- “Yes! … I mean, yeah … yes please.” 

- To say this was probably the best day he had at work ever was an understatement.

- Remus and Sirius spent the next hour or so together.

- He was determined he would help Sirius find a toy for Harry.

- He swears.

- But Sirius was too distracting with just how cute he was.

- His face lit up every time a toy made a noise that Remus couldn’t help but join in with pressing every button going.

- Their laughter carried through the large store, as did all of the noise they made.

- “John!” Shouted Remus’ angry supervisor an hour later.

- “Damn.” He whispered under his breath so only Sirius could hear.

- Sirius furrowed his eyebrows at the intruder.

- “Must I remind you that you have a job to do? Or at least you do for now.”

- Remus stared chewing at the inside of his cheek.

- He knew it was coming, his supervisor has just been waiting for a good excuse to get him sacked.

- “And I would say that he’s doing a stand up job!” Sirius snapped. 

- “He’s just spent the past hour with me, helping me choose a suitable toy for my godson, and I have actually decided to buy multiple toys that I would never had considered if it weren’t for Rem-I mean, John here.”

- The supervisor looked pretty sheepish at that.

- “I”m sorry sir, it’s just that John here was supposed to be restocking the shelves. I would be more than happy to take over though if you need any more help.” 

- Her smile, Remus assumed, was meant to be quite flirtatious.

- But in reality, it was more menacing.

- “No, thank you. I’m more than happy with the job that John has done.” He smirked back. 

- “May you help me to the checkouts, John?” He winked. 

- “Of course, sir.”

- Sirius grabbed around ten toys, dropping five toys into Remus’ arms.

- They left his supervisor to be annoyed on her own in the aisle.

- “So, why did she call you John?”

- “Oh, it’s my middle name. It seemed more muggle than Remus.”

- “Yeah, I get that.” He laughed. 

- Remus opened up a till and ran all of Sirius’ picks through it.

- He winced at the price. It was around £140 with his discount included.

- “Are you sure you want to buy all of this, Sirius? You really don’t need to. It’s quite expensive, even with my 10% family and friends discount.” 

- “You … you put your discount on it for me?” Sirius’ eyes brightened.

- Remus’ face flushed.

- “I-er … I mean, well yeah.” 

- “Thank you, Remus.” He smiled genuinely, reaching over and placing his hand on top of Remus’. 

- He couldn’t help but stare at their hands.

- “S-sure. Erm. That’ll be £140.”

- Sirius took his hand back and pulled out a wallet and stared at the contents, his eyes wide.

- “Is something the matter?”

- “I … erm … This is super embarrassing. I can’t remember which muggle notes are which.”

- Remus let out a breathy laugh.

- “That’s okay, really. Do you want me to sort it for you?”

- “Do you not mind?”

- “Not in the slightest.” 

- Sirius passed over his wallet where Remus saw a cute little baby picture of Harry. 

- He pulled out the necessary notes, passed it back over, put all of the items into a bag and put the receipt inside.

- “Here you go. Thank you for shopping at Toy’s R Us.” He grinned.

- “Thank you for spending the afternoon helping me. I’m sorry for getting you into trouble.”

- Remus shrugged it off. 

- “Don’t worry about it, she never did like me much anyway.” 

- “I don’t understand how that can be.” 

- Remus blushed. Was Sirius flirting with him?

- “Yes, well. Thank you for a fun afternoon. I hope the presents work out for you, and I’ll hopefully see you at the Potters wedding in a few months.” 

- For probably the last time, he thought.

- Sirius started shifting from one foot to the other.

- “Or perhaps before? If you want? For a date … possibly?” 

- He couldn’t look Remus directly in the eye.

- “You’d seriously want to go on a date … with me?” 

- “I’m always Sirius”

- Remus groaned, but laughed anyway making Sirius give him a toothy grin.

- “But yes, seriously. I’ve … I’ve always wanted to ask you out. I was just too scared too in Hogwarts.”

- Remus’ eyes widened.

- “Seriously?!”

- “I’m always-”

- “Shush!” Remus laughed, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t even think you knew who I was at school.”

- “Of course I did! James used to bully me so much for pining after you the way I did. Oh god, I sound so creepy, don’t I?”

- “Nah, not at all. I … I felt the same way. About you. Lily used to go mad at me for not just talking to you, but … well. Yeah.”

- “She did? That must be why she told me to come shopping here for Harry’s present then with the hope we’d bump into each other and stop being foolish.”

- Remus rolled his eyes.

- “Lily told you to come here?”  

- Sirius nodded.

- Reminder to self: Buy Lily a large bouquet of flowers.

- “She did. And I’m so glad she did.” 

- “Me too.”

- They couldn’t stop staring at each other.

- “What time do you get off tonight?”

- “Around 6.30pm?”

- “Can I meet you afterwards? I kind of don’t want to wait another day before I finally take you out.” 

- Remus nodded. 

- Sirius pulled out a little piece of paper from his back pocket.

- “Do you have a qui-I mean pen?”

- Remus passed one over and Sirius scribbled something down.

- “Here’s my number. I’m still pretty new to the whole mob-ee thing, but I’m getting better at texting. So … text me if you get chance before tonight?”

- Remus was dumbfounded and couldn’t do more than just nod.

- Sirius winked, leant over to squeeze at Remus’ hand, picked up his shopping bag and walked out of the store, glancing back at Remus a few times.

- Remus felt his heart beat racing.

- Forget the bouquet of flowers. I’m gonna pay for that girls wedding.

- “John! The shelves won’t stock themselves!”

Rewind (Part One)

Pairing: Actual A.Ham x Reader (Non-Romantic) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader (Possibly romantic ;) )

Request: “I keep seeing all the imagines where the reader is living in modern au but she travels back to hamiltime so I thought it would be cool if you did an Alex x reader where the reader plays Angelica in Hamilton and Alex somehow travels from hamiltime to the Richard rogers theatre in modern au. I don’t really know what would happen from there, I’ll kind of just leave it up to you. Anyway, thanks💕💕” - @hamiltrashy1776

Warnings: Slight Swearing

A/N: So I absolutely love this idea and for some reason the first image that popped into my head while reading this was Lin fangirling over Alexander while the reader is trying to figure out why the hell he’s in the theatre. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy!

To say you were nervous to play as Angelica was a complete understatement.

You’d been part of the cast at Hamilton for a little over five months as part of the ensemble, and you couldn’t have been happier. Getting to dance around some of Broadway’s biggest stars was an unforgettable experience you’d always treasure, even in your days away from the stage. But for now, you planned on sticking to the show for as long as you could.

A month into the show, Lin had asked if you could be Renee’s understudy. It took all you had in you not to jump for joy right the and there and instead answer with a simple, “Sure.”

Renee had gotten sick just two days before the next show, which meant you were getting your chance as the eldest Schuyler sister.

As soon as you got word of the news, you packed up your laptop, went home, and studied your lines for ten hours straight. You were only in a couple of songs sure, but if you were being honest, you’d never actually expected to play Angelica…and you hadn’t really been memorizing lines. Luck was not in your favor as you failed to correctly memorize more than “The Schuyler Sisters”and most of “Satisfied” despite you reading, re-reading and listening to Renee’s versions for hours straight. Alas, none of your attempts seemed to do you any good. 

The next day, full of stress and nerves, you headed over to Richard Rodher’s theatre, hoping the stage and set up would possibly inspire your brain into memorizing some of the damn lines. You glanced up at the dark clouds looming above. Looks like it’s gonna storm. You thought, a small smile creeping onto your lips. The rained calmed you, maybe this was a good sign.

What you didn’t expect when you walked in, hazlenut latte in hand, was seeing Lin sat onstage, cross-legged, hair pulled up in a bun and furiously typing away at something on his laptop, a single spotlight cast down on him. Heat flooded your cheeks, okay, you might’ve formed a small crush since you had started dancing in Hamilton. But nothing too severe, it wasn’t like seeing him, brows furrowed in concentration,  black tank-top and black jeans clinging perfectly in all the right places, biting his lip slightly did anyhting to you. It defintely wasn’t causing the blush on your cheeks. It had to be warm in here, that was it. Besides, you were wearing your favorite thick, knit sweater and some leggings, of course you were going to be warm. Right?

“If I would’ve known you were here, I would’ve picked you up a coffee along the way.” You said, making your way to the stage. He looked up and smiled.

“(Y/N), why’re you here so late?” He inquired as you climbed the small set of stairs and plopped down next to him. 

You cocked a brow. “Lin, it’s two in the afternoon.”

He furrowed his brows, checking his watch. He gave a sheepish grin, yawning and shutting his laptop. You shook your head and smiled. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but something tells me you stayed here all night.”

He cracked his knuckles and chuckled, a sound that caused the butteflies in your stomach to awaken. “You got me there-” he paused, sniffing the air, “Is that a hazelnut latte?” He pointed to the steaming drink between you.

You laughed, handing it to him. “Yeah, take it. Something tells me you need this more than I do.” You half-joked. A grateful smile graced his lips as he took the drink, blowing on it lightly before taking a sip. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his lips wrapped around the edge of the cup, the way his eyes shut as he hummed in pleasure. “So,” you tore your eyes away, taking your script from your messenger bag, “What kept you up?”

He paused. “Oh, uh, just writing. No big deal. lost track of the time I guess.” He gave you a smile, one that told you he was hiding something. “What’d you do to earn that luggage?” He motioned to the bags under your eyes.

You sighed, holding up the script that was flipped to Angelica’s part in “Take A Break”. “I stayed up trying to nail these lines. It’s not hitting the notes that I have a problem with, it’s learning them in the first place.” You admitted, groaning and putting your head in your hands. “I’m never going to get this. You’ll have to find another Angelica by tomorrow night.” You mumbled through your fingers.

You heard him chuckle. Go ahead, laugh at my pain. You thought bitterly. Okay, maybe you were overreacting just a little. But still, butchering the lines you heard night after night was incredibly frustrating.

“Hey, don’t get worked up. Do you want me to go through your songs with you?” He offered.

You sat up, tension leaving as you saw his smile. “Would you? That’d be great.”

He nodded, pulling his own script from his laptop bag. Not that he needed it.

“Okay, I take it you’ve gotten “The Schuyler Sisters” memorized?” He inquired, thumbing through the thick book. 

You opened up your own script, trying not to focus on the way Lin’s hair was starting to fall in front of his eyes. “What makes you say that?” You teased.

“You sing it before shows all the time. I almost asked you to be Leslie’s understudy with how well you play Burr.” He grinned.

Your blush darkened. He had noticed you singing? You mumbled a ‘thanks’ before finding the part in “Satisfied” where Angelica’s going over her truths. 

“Okay, so I keep switching up the words and order in which she’s discussing the fundemental truths.” You turned your body completely towards him, mirroring his crossed legs.

He nodded. “I’ll start from when she’s leading Hamilton to Eliza.” He took another drink and ckeared his throat. “Where are you taking me?”

You closed your eyes, not peaking at the script and racking your brain for the next line. “I’m about to change your life.”

“Then by all means, lead the way.”

You took a breath, here’s where it would start. “Number one; I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich, my father has no sons so I’m the one who has to social climb for one, so I’m the oldest and prettiest-” Your eyes popped open to find Lin smiling at you.

“You’re the what?”

“Shut up.” You grumbled. “They sound exactly alike. Okay,” you took a breath and shut your eyes, “The oldest ad the wittiest, and the gossip in New York City is insidious and Alexander is penniless,” you faked a scoff, “That doesn’t make me want him any less.” You breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it was more progress than last night.

You opened your eyes and saw Lin beaming proudly. “Nice job. Alright,” Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a loud clap of thunder erupted and the only source of light cut out. 

You didn’t squeal in surprise. You were sure you didn’t. Well, maybe just a little.

“Damn, power’s out.” He muttered, scrambling around in the dark for his phone.

“It looked like it wanted to storm when I first came in.” You cleared your throat, praying he didn’t hear your squeal over the sound of the thunder. “It must’ve started.”

A burst of lightning sparking through the small windows in the back confirmed this. 

“Of course my phone’s dead.” He said. You couldn’t see his expression, but from what you knew of him he was scowling, still staring at the black screen.

“Don’t we have candles in the prop room?” You asked. If you did, there had to be matches in there with them. Hopefully.

“You’re a damn genius (Y/N). Is your phone charged?”

You pressed the power button, briefly illuminating the floor in front of you. “I’ll go check it out. If I don’t come back after ten minutes, just assume I’m a ghost.” You stood, cracking your knuckles.

He chuckled. “Rodger that.”

You unlocked your phone, switching on your flashlight and carefully making your way to the prop room. You let your mind wander to what Lin had said he’d been working on, but he hadn’t said much. Huh. It was a little peculiar that he wouldn’t disclose this to you considering how close you two had become over the past few months. You quickly dismissed it though as you reached the prop room. 

The door was already open, which was odd. You shrugged it off. Daveed or someone had probably left it open after the last show.

Boxes of blank paper, quils, ink and other Hamilton-like things were strewn about, overflowing from the boxes stacked against the wall. You chuckled as the light from your phone caught on Daveed’s, well, Jefferson’s cane. 

After searching through a couple of boxes, you had managed to locate a few long candles, and at the bottom of one box was a pack of matches. You tcuked them under your arm and began making your way back to the stage,, hopefully you hadn’t been gone too long.

Your finger slipped, clicking off the light and basking you in complete darkness. You took a step, bumping into something-well, rather someone.

“Lin, I told you not to worry until after-” You clicked the light on, shining it on his face.


You looked up into the strikingly blue eyes only inches away from yours.

That definitely wasn’t Lin.

“….Alexander Hamilton?”

thevikingwoman  asked:

never have I ever... had a crush on a teacher

Other than my husband? Lol. NO seriously folks. :drinks:

I did and still do have a crush on one of my professors from graduate school. He’s a very charming, much older man and brilliant short story writer, and it has always been innocent, but he is big and tall and attractive. Once he swept me off my feet at a wedding and taught me to waltz, and like…even my husband was like, “Damn.” He’s just…very sigh. Very dreamy. Very VERY funny and charming and it’s to a fault, and he’s good with women, and he likes me because I don’t press that button. We are both very deft with boundaries and so it was never an issue with our relationship like maybe it became for others. He always firmly remained TEACHER and now friend. We’re still quite close.

But yes, I am drinking right now. Because I do have a crush on him. It’s just, you know…one of those things. :-)

Ask away: Never have I ever….? :-)

Quite possibly the best...

Captain Swan Day Ever

Originally posted by westworl

I’ve not been on Tumblr for that long, since S5, but I was digging CS back in S2 when it was very much a crack ship. Actually, it was a lot of fun to read fanfics then as we had this whole forbidden vibe there. 

But now they are getting married 

Honest to god, they actually fell so deeply in love with each they are getting married. Really getting married.
And I can’t believe it! I honestly didn’t think after the slow burn over S3-5 that we’d get an S6 wedding, but we did and it’s magical. 
As I’m in the UK, I won’t be watching live tonight, but you can be damn well sure I’ll be crying into my first cup of tea of the day tomorrow morning. 
(And anyone on here who is likely to post spoilers, don’t worry, once I go to bed tonight, I will not be pressing the Tumblr button until I’ve watched).