not even gonna say a word about his hands......

wedding bells, eventually ✦ peter parker

summary : peter has big plans for you and him, one day. hopefully.

word count : 1.9k

@radicalstars omg thank u for requesting i loved this !!

   One of Peter’s earliest memories, the type of memory that was so grainy and vague you could hardly recall any of it except brief flashes of pictures with no words attached, was attending the wedding of Aunt May to Uncle Ben. He doesn’t remember it quite well, but from the pictures in her wedding photo album, he was the ring bearer and wore a little tux that May says he hated so much that he practically ripped the tie off him without undoing it after the ceremony was completed and it was time for the reception. He wished he could remember it more properly now, not just because it’d be another memory with Uncle Ben residing in it, but because as he grew up he developed an odd sort of fascination with weddings. It wasn’t necessarily because he had an intense desire to marry- though, after meeting you that had certainly changed- it was more because he thought it was a genuinely beautiful ceremony and just seeing two people unite under love that way made his heart actually quite happy. So, when he and May were invited to the wedding of the young couple that lived across the hall from them and thought that Peter and his aunt were the sweetest people ever, he was extremely excited. 

    So excited, in fact, that he bounded down the hallway less than thirty minutes after receiving the invitation outside the door, despite May telling him not to do that because it might be considered strange, and knocked on their door. He even implored them to allow him a plus one, the plus one being his love that he couldn’t possibly go to a wedding without. Since it was Peter and he had this adorably innocent, genuinely always happy way about him, they agreed almost immediately to his request of bringing you along. 

   He called you to ask if you could go on his way back to his apartment. He had left in such a hurry that the door was still ajar when he walked in with his phone pressed between his shoulder and his cheek as he pushed the door open and gave May a thumbs up and an enthusiastic smile. “So- so they just like said yes to me right away and I’m really happy about it and now I get to take you to a wedding so, can you come with me? I’d be so so happy if you could but if you can’t-” 

   May could hear you through the phone interrupting her nephew’s soliloquy loudly- “Peter! Peter, slow down babe, yeah I can come, you just have to give me a minute to answer-” Peter laughs all the way to his room, his phone still balancing precariously there on his shoulder while he carries a plate filled with way too many snacks into his bedroom, bumping the door closed with his heel. May smiles to herself while she returns his attention back to the show playing on the screen of their small television. 


        He knows it could be seen as impolite by someone who doesn’t know how startlingly  courteous he is a boyfriend, and as a person, but Peter can’t help the low whistle that he performs when you approach him outside his apartment building the day of the wedding that he’s been chattering about on and off for a few weeks now. He giddily jogs over to you, intertwining his fingers through yours and giving a gentle squeeze. He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, pulling them away from his mouth so he can take a deep breath as he gazes at you in all your devastatingly wondrous beauty that sometimes he can’t even begin to comprehend. Overwhelming as it is at times to have an incredible, beautiful person such as yourself be as in love with him as he is with you, Peter counts himself as one of the most fortunate people in the universe.

   He opens the car door for you, May already situated in the driver’s seat, and although Peter could ride shotgun if he wanted to since you insisted that you didn’t mind he counter-insists upon sitting beside you in the back. “Y/N, you look so pretty, Peter did you tell say that she looks pretty yet?” Peter casts a glance at May that’s somewhere between whining without actually making a noise and concealed anger, but he’s never really angry at May. He just wanted to be the first one to disclose how particularly gorgeous you appeared today. 

    “I was going to,” he mumbles as May starts the car. The way you smile at him is that of a shooting star now that he comes to think of it; slowly, mesmerizing, brilliant, blinding. There’s nothing he can do but smile back, though he’s sure his painfully shy- still so shy, after all these months-  curling of the lips is not nearly as enamoring as yours. It is, in your opinion. “You- you look beautiful. You’re gonna outshine the bride.” 

  You bite your lip at that, doing a little head shake. You twist the ends of your hair around your finger. “Aw, Pete, she’s gonna look stunning, I don’t wanna even think about overshadowing anyone. It’s her day, you know?” Your hand curled around his, you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. “But thank you. You’re the best.” His face scrunches up much like a kitten when you kiss his other cheek, too. May has another secretive little smirk on her face as she adjusts her front mirrors, but you act like you don’t notice. You know she’ll tease you endlessly if she realizes that you noticed her watching, so the two of you have an unspoken agreement to never really address these situations save for a small comment about how much she loves you, and loves you with her nephew. 

    “Well no worries, ‘cause when you’re the bride at our wedding no one will ever even come close to outshining you.” May nearly slams on the breaks of her car just as you look back at Peter with eyes widened. He has a hand out in front of him on top of the headrest of May’s seat, alarmed as he says, “Woah, May, are you all right?” She turns back to you both with an embarrassed shrug before placing both hands on the wheel again. “Weird,” Peter mutters, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He turns to stare out the window, as if he hadn’t just said what he did. As if you weren’t internally screaming because Peter Parker just admitted that he envisions himself marrying you one day and it scares the hell out of you but also, you’re so thrilled about the fact that the part of him that needs things meticulously planned out far in advanced has included you in his idea of a future? For his sake, for yours, you rest your head on his shoulder and pretend that what he said wasn’t a big deal. You’d talk about it later. Well, if he brought it up again. 

   Which he would. He was sitting there beside you tapping a rhythm with his foot and wondering if you had heard him, if you were just ignoring him because of embarrassment, if you really hadn’t heard him, or if you had understood what he had said and were no choosing to be silent because your version of a future didn’t include him the way he wanted it to oh so desperately. He kept tapping his foot. He made the decision to say it again later. It couldn’t hurt. 

    You’re in the middle of the ceremony when he whispers it again, but this time more casually so he can gauge a proper response from you, to see if it frightens you in the way he had been overanalyzing it in his brain. You, him, and May sit somewhere in the middle of the succession of white lawn chairs for the outside ceremony, and Peter’s arm hasn’t left your waist for more than a few seconds at a time to clap respectably at the right times and to stand when the bride came drifting down the aisle. He watches the groom’s lit with happiness face and then he watches your face, more serene but still glowing like usual. He leans in toward your ear as to not disturb other guests. “That’s gonna be me someday,” he whispers, eyes darting back toward the groom. Your hand finds his again. 

   “I’d expect nothing less,” you reply softly, following the movements of the bride as she takes her place in front of her soon to be husband, her beam so genuine and pure. Peter nods at your response, a bit disappointed before you say, “Who… who do you imagine being the, um, the bride?” You inquire, a note of hesitance in your voice indicating everything Peter needed to know. 

  You just needed the confirmation, which he was happy to give. “I was thinking you.” He knows it’s awfully rude of him to talk during a ceremony of this manner, but he can’t help it. “If that’s okay, of course. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

   A carefully tucked away bubble of laughter rises up in your throat. You push the incessant thing back down for fear of being considered impolite, and Peter catches a glimpse at that adorable expression you make before you laugh anyway, so it’s almost like he heard the sound despite it not actually being audible. “Peter Parker, I would be honored.” He bounces a little in his seat, because when he’s overly excited it’s downright impossible for him to sit still, and he rests one hand on your cheek as you continue looking forward. He kisses the side of your face quickly then takes his hand and places it back in it’s proper position; gripping yours.

   “I know it’s early but,” he pauses so he can listen to the vows being exchanged. It’s his favorite part of a wedding, even if he’s only been to two. Three, counting this one. He thinks about his vows to you would be eighty seven pages long, respectively. There’s no one he could downsize it. When the bride says her last few words, Peter continues, “I really really can’t wait for our wedding. I just know it’s gonna happen. And I’m so ready for it. Not, like, now obviously but you know, in a few years, when we’re still in love and we know more than ever that we have is permanent. I’m ready for that.” 

   You’re too lovesick to form a proper reply. You’re afraid that if you open your mouth, you’ll start crying. It wouldn’t seem too improper if you did; weddings often left guests teary eyed as they made their way to the reception. Either you’d cry, or you’d let out a loud squeal of joy and hug the life out of this boyfriend of yours that keeps saying the sweetest things to you. He leans further into you, his head tilted to rest against yours. “You’ll look so beautiful up there. More so than you do right now, if that’s even possible.” He sighs wistfully, then places his other hand on your knee reassuringly. When you’re flustered, you have a hard time forming a coherent sentence, so he understands why you’re not saying anything now. You’re saving the sweet words you always deliver for when you’re sitting back in Peter’s room in a few hours in your sweatpants and stretching out on his bed like its your own. “One day?” He looks to you for the confirmation. 

    You kiss his forehead, your lips lingering there for a second. His eyes close at your touch. “One day, for sure.” 

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Electric Touch [m]

Smut // Dom!baek, spanking, choking, daddy!kink // rewrite 

“I’ll take your jacket,” Baekhyun says the moment you too step into his apartment.

“Thanks,” You unravel your scarf then slip out of your leather jacket, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“If you’re not comfortable you can back out anytime,” He takes your jacket and drapes it on top of his coat hanger, “You don’t have to do this.”

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Goldilocks || 08

Rated T (language and light smut)

Warnings: a sprinkle of MM smut, and just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 5k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Well, you’ve got a nice butt so why not be a booty call?”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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Part 8:

He doesn’t break eye contact. Far from it. The golden haired stranger standing across the kitchen cockily keeps your gaze and honestly? Why would you look away? He’s attractive, you’ll give him that. No, don’t lie. He’s panty-dropping gorgeous.

Bracing your ego for possible rejection, you try to remind yourself that he’s just another person.

Just another person…

Just another…

Your palms get clammy and for some reason, your feet stop moving. Halfway across the room now, you haven’t dropped his curious stare. His head tilts slightly at your hesitation. Another invitation. You don’t move.

“____! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Jimin seems unusually chipper as his arm suddenly encircles your shoulders, giving you a welcome excuse to break the intense eye contact.

“Chim, the apartment’s not that big.”

“Yeah, but I bumped into Tae and he didn’t know where you- by the way, have you seen his pants anywhere? He’s lost them again.”

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling up in your stomach, “I honestly think he does it on purpose.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow thoughtfully as he releases you to set down his empty beer bottle, “Knowing him? Probably.”

The pause in the conversation allows your eyes to wander. The golden haired stranger has disappeared, much to your disappointment, but also an observation tinted with slight relief. You turn back to Jimin.

“So… you were looking for me?”

“Right! There’s actually someone here I want you to meet. His name is Jungkook. I’ve known him for a couple years from my… one of my classes. And he’s a really cool guy,” Jimin grabs your wrist, leading you out of the kitchen. “We just have to find him-”

You are ripped from Jimin’s grasp as you trip over someone’s foot and slam knees first into the side of the couch. Pain blossoms in your legs and you let out a string of curses, retreating a few steps just to back into something solid. It’s not quite clear as you turn around whether you’re about to apologize or tell the person off, but all potential words lock in your throat as the feeling of something cold and wet trickles down the front of your dress.

Your new dress. The really expensive one. The really expensive one your family sent you for your birthday. Yeah, that family that you never talk to anymore. It had been a small glimmer of hope that maybe they still care. And now look at it.

Mystery alcohol all down the front. Smells like beer.

Now facing the culprit, you’re about to (without question) unleash a slew of impromptu curses. But then your gaze travels to his face and all you can see is the golden hair and the lipstick stain on his mouth. Had that been there before? The kitchen was dark and there had been a few people in the way, but wouldn’t you have seen it? And how could he have…so fast…?

“Oh, this is awkward.  ____, this is Jungkook-”

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crush // stiles stilinski

request : Hey! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could get one with Stiles where your Liam’s older sister and stiles has a crush on you and Liam blurts it out to you and it’s all fluffy?? Sorry if it’s confusing thank you :)

word count : 2k (fucking long ik)

 Stiles was sweating. 

  Usually, he wouldn’t mind so much, as it is the middle of August and he lived in California. Who really cared if he was sweating in the summertime? Pretty much everyone was. However, he was now acutely aware of the fact that the sweat pouring from his body was going to stain through his white shirt that he had insisted on wearing even though his dad had adamantly advised him against it. And the reason he was so aware this time as opposed to all other times when he would have simply taken his sweaty shirt and flung it across the room at someone unsuspecting instead of worrying about it was simply because of you. He never would have thought that older sister of Liam Dunbar could make this tense or excited. 

  Or that she would be so damn pretty

   Stiles leaned toward Scott, angling himself purposely away from you even though you were seated on a different chair that was positioned nowhere near him. “Scott? Scott, how badly am I sweating right now? Be honest,” he pleaded, eyes darting around the room until he could pinpoint your exact location in regards to him. 

   “You’re not even sweating, dude, calm down,” Scott told him, patting his friend on the shoulder. “Is Miss Dunbar making you a liiiiiittle nervous, buddy?” He snickered, sneaking a peek at the girl in question before he returned to amusedly looking at Stiles- who was frantic. “Why do you look like you’re gonna vomit?” 

    “Dude, you can’t just look at her. You’re gonna blow my cover, okay?” Stiles paused, as if to say “watch and learn,” when he saw that you walking over to the him and Scott. Scott winced when Stiles offered you a half grin half grimace and awkwardly reassembled himself on the couch in what he thought was a casual stance, but was really the strangest position the boy had ever thrown himself in, in Scott’s humble opinion. You didn’t even glance at him, busy scolding your younger brother for the way he was eating. 

   “Liam, stop being unhealthy, it’s gross to put that much salt on your fries,” you frowned, shaking your head at him and yanking the salt shaker away. Liam scoffed, taking it back with a roll of his eyes. “Um, what do you think you’re doing-” 

  As the bickering between you and your brother continued, Stiles turned back to Scott. “How did I do? Casual, right? She’ll never even know how much I like her if I just act like that, it’s the perfect cover. I’m good,” he patted himself on the back proudly, grinning to himself when Liam bounded over to them. 

   He plopped himself down between Scott and Stiles, eyes squeezed shut. “Y/N is so annoying, isn’t she? She can’t tell me what I can and can’t eat. It’s ridiculous. I’m, like, almost seventeen. And she thinks that just ‘cause she’s eighteen she’s so mature and old. Like, shut up.” He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. “You have no idea the torture it is having to endure having someone like her around all the time.” 

    Before he could stop himself, Stiles found the words, “Can I find out?” slipping out of his mouth. Liam’s eyes cracked open, and Scott leaned across the younger boy to slap Stiles in the back of the head. “Yeah, definitely deserved that,” he mumbled, sinking low in his seat. Liam’s face contorted into a look of disgust as he glared up at Stiles. 

    “Keep your dirty thoughts about my sister to yourself, please,” he folded his arms across his chest, appearing even unhappier than before. “What does it take to get just a little bit of respect around here? I’m mature, too! I don’t deserve this!” He exclaimed, head in his hands as Scott patted his head soothingly. 

   “Hey, I do not have dirty thoughts about-” Scott shot him a look. “Yeah, I’m not gonna finish that sentence. But, I actually like her. A lot.” 

   “You’re not just gonna use her, right?” Liam’s narrowed blue eyes locked with Stiles’ own, searching for any signs of dishonesty in his words. “’Cause I mean, she annoys the shit out of me, but that’s my sister. Even if I’m younger, I could kick your ass into another dimension. Just saying,” he added as a hasty afterthought, flashing a sort of smile at Scott when his alpha raised his eyebrows at him. 

   “I would never use her,” Stiles replied sincerely. “I try not to talk about her too much, but you guys don’t know how much I like her. She actually makes me laugh, she’s a sweetheart, she’s sarcastic, she’s always checking up on me, and she’s beautiful. Inside and out. So there,” he finished in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving no room for a discussion on whether or not his feelings were valid. Liam nodded, leaning back in his seat and switching the topic to whether or not too much salt was really that unhealthy for him.  He seemed to think that being a werewolf made him exempt from everything that could possibly be damaging to his health, since he had the ability to heal oh so quickly. 

   Y/N walked into the room having heard her name come up multiple times in the conversation the boys were having, her expression stern as she cast a look at her little brother. “Liam, stop talking shit about me. It’s rude. And they were my friends first.” 

   “They were not! I met them first!” He exclaimed, indignant. “Stop telling me what to do, you’re eighteen not twenty eight. You’re two years older!” To make a point of annoying you, he reached toward the coffee table for his plate of way too salty fries and shoved a few in his mouth, chewing loudly as he scowled at you. 

   “Exactly!” You snapped, walking toward him and taking away the food again. “All you eat is crap. And, just for the record, you met them first. You didn’t like them and they weren’t your friends first. They liked me better than they liked you!” 

  Stiles, standing up very suddenly and making everyone’s heads swivel toward him, said very loudly and awkwardly, “She’s got a point, kid!” You, slightly flattered by the way the boy was staring at you- all doe eyes and cloudy glances and soft, encouraging smiles- felt your cheeks warming up. 

   “Ha, thank you, Stiles,” you smiled warmly at him, walking over to where he was standing in front of Liam and placing a hand on his shoulder. His heart practically lit up as he felt your soft hand on his arm, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt ever so slightly. He turned his head toward where you hand was, then lifted his eyes to meet your own. And, finally, you were looking back. 

   Angrily, Liam snapped back, “Stiles doesn’t agree with you because you’re right! He’s agreeing because he’s, like, head over heels completely in love with your annoying ass, for some strange reason!” He seemed to want to take the words back as soon as they slipped out of his mouth, because his eyes went wide as if he couldn’t even believe he had spoken such things. “I- I mean, you know…” His mouth opened and closed wordlessly, Stiles frozen in shock, Scott staring from one surprised face to another before he finally gripped Liam’s elbow and led the idiot out of the room, shaking his head in exasperation all the way. You swore you heard him grumble, “This pack gives me such a headache sometimes,” under his breath before he tried to drag Liam into the kitchen. 

  Stiles, who up until this point had been practically petrified standing next to you, made a lunge for your younger brother. Liam pretty much let out a shriek, jumping away from Scott and rolling backward, scrambling away from Stiles. “You’re such a little shit!” Stiles yelled, grabbing at Liam’s foot, since that was the only body part of his within reach. “I wasn’t ready to say anything, you dumbs!” He swung his arms forward, trying to yank Liam’s hair out of his head while you stood frozen, confused as to what the hell was even going on right now. 

  “Oh my God, guys, get off each other!” Scott groaned, pushing Stiles away and swatting Liam’s hands before they could grab hold of Stiles. “Liam, come with me, Stiles stay here. Don’t even look at each other,” he instructed as an afterthought, when Stiles shot Liam another nasty glare and made a move to strangle him. 

  Then, you were alone with Stiles. Who wasn’t looking at you.  

  You walked over to him, he side stepped away. You marched in front of him, he turned around and practically fell over the couch trying to dash away. Finally, before he could run and hide in the bathroom, you rushed forward and jumped on his back, hanging onto his neck tightly without daring to let go. “Okay, Y/N, get off. You’re gonna make me feel weird.” 

   “Why would you feel weird?” You whispered it in his ear, and your voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his body shiver. “This is the only way to get you to listen to me, clearly. I would prefer if you were looking me in the eyes, but…” you trailed off, waiting for Stiles to sit you on the couch next to him, which you knew he was going to do. He didn’t answer for a moment, but he did exactly what you thought he would and took a seat besides you. 

   “I-I- I would feel weird, because, well, you know,” he blustered, waving his hand dismissively with eyebrows raised slightly and those brown eyes boring into your own with a strange intensity. He had never really looked into your eyes before, not like this. “Well, you know what I mean. You- you heard your dumb brother say it… you- you know how I feel already, Y/N, so just let me down gently and don’t make me say it again. ‘Cause I know that you don’t feel the same way, you barely even look at me, let alone notice the way I look at you, a-and it’s just stupid of me to feel this way since you’re you and I’m about a six and a half on a scale of one to ten, and that’s on a good day, and you literally break the scale and I’m probably not good and-” 

   His voice stopped working when you put your face close to his, pretty eyes flickering over his face, down to his lips. He swallowed the lump in his throat, noting very quickly that his lips were chapped and probably gross looking and you were staring, staring hard at him like you were seeing him for the first time, a cliche as it is. He tilted his head to the side just a little bit, but just enough. “Are we… are we gonna kiss?” He whispered boyishly, tipping his face forward so his the edge of his somehow perfect nose was rubbing against your own. You sighed, your lips curving in a smile anyway despite Stiles sort of ruining the moment. 

  “Way to point out the obvious,” you muttered. But you took his face in your hands anyway and pulled him toward you. His mouth pushed against yours, soft and eagerly. As if he’d been waiting for this. You went to pull away for a moment, though he stopped you quickly by lightly tugging on your lower lip, drawing you back in. This time, he was slipping his hands up your waist and trailing them along your body before they came to rest in your hair as your own hands fell to his shoulders. 

  When you came up for air, his face pink and his smile ever so wide, he said, as only he would, “Does this mean you’ve been crushing on me, too?” 

  “Stiles, I’m begging you, stop with the stupid questions before I actually decide to crush you. With my foot or something.”  

  Cheekily, Stiles replied, “How about you crush my lips with yours again? Hm?” And a question like that requires only one answer, naturally.

happy early birthday to my dearest hali ( @lightwoody ). you are one of the funniest and kindest people i’ve met on this site, and talking to you always makes me happy. thank you for being absolutely lovely all the time - this fic is for you. i love you. 💘

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It all started with Valerie Bell.

Jace was fourteen when he had a sleepover with some of his fellow Shadowhunters. He had been leaning against a wall, sipping a drink, when Valerie walked over to him, leaned in, and whispered:

“This doesn’t mean anything, I just wanna make Jack jealous.”

She kissed him with enthusiasm and a lack of skill, and Jace kissed back, trying to get her words out of his head where they played on an endless loop.

He didn’t tell anyone that it was his first kiss.

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Hidden pleasures

A/N/ So I wanted to write something with a less “fantasized” sex life (basically mine). So I wrote it with Sam because I’m apparently unable to write something but porn with this man. K. Bye.

Sam x Reader

Words count: 938 (say what?) 

Plot: The reader can’t have orgasms with penetration. Sam gets creative.

Warnings: SMUT, butt play.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Right here” you breath, unable to do otherwise anymore even if Sam is not even starting yet. For now, he is just sliding his hands and long digits along the back of your legs as he offered earlier “a massage”.

Though you know what Sam Winchester means by massage.

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The Tree of Life - Shimmer (Part 3)

Chapter Summary: Castiel has a few realizations. You take him on a ferris wheel.
A/N: Sorry this one took a tad longer, I was pretty foggy yesterday with allergies so I was unable to get it done. Also, let me know if the soulmate thing doesn’t make sense. I’ll make a post explaining it. <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.
Word Count: 2.3k

Music to set the mood: Shimmer - Fuel

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”I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said quietly before standing up straight again.

“I..uh..see you.” you managed to get out.

You turned to watch in your chair as he walked away to find him already watching you. Steve waved, and you waved back. Once he was gone, you were able to feel just how hot you were…all over.

You needed to pull your shit together.

———-

Castiel had been working at the Gas n’ Sip for awhile now, and he was quite good at his job. He was always early, always finished all of his work, and then some. But for the last two and a half days, his mind had been elsewhere.

He’d only been thinking of you.

Everything about you in Castiel’s eyes was perfect. There wasn’t a single flaw that he could place his finger on. He loved every little quirk of yours. He loved the sound of your voice, the way your hair flowed down your back, the sparkle in your y/e/c eyes.

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Girls Night-Epilogue

*edit by @strictlyncisconfessions​*

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10  Part 11  Part 12

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1190

A/N: Alright folks, this is it! Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed and shared my first full series! Thanks for all the love and I hope you’ll stick around for the other works I have planned and/or in progress xoxo

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Stay

Word count: 910

You almost die and Kai realizes how much he cares for you

You never thought you would have to fight with your friends by your side to protect your town, but since Katherine came back from hell, you knew it was time to do something to protect the people you love. When you heard she came back, you had a feeling she would cause chaos and you were right. Even though you were really scared, backing out or hiding never really crossed your mind, but Kai didn’t like the idea of you risking your life. He was always over protective and sometimes it was driving you crazy, but sometimes you felt safer when he acted like that. It only showed you how much he cares for you and how much he wants to keep you by his side, without losing you. This wasn’t the first time you risked your life. It happened before and every time you had to do it, Kai always made sure you thought about it, just to make sure this is what you really wanted. It was all fine before so you decided to do it again, even though you were just a human, you surely didn’t act helpless. There wasn’t a lot of things you could do, you didn’t have magic or vampire speed and strenght, but you stayed. You thought fighting against Katherine would be the same, but it wasn’t.

Things were getting more and more dangerous, and you knew it was better for you to give up and find a more secluded place, where Katherine couldn’t find you. It was working perfectly fine, until she did find you. Your heart was beating rapidly, your hands shaking like never before. Your body froze and you didn’t know what to do. It would be a lot easier if she was alone, but she wasn’t. While Bonnie, Elena, Damon and the rest of them fought her helpers, she went to find you because she knew you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself.

‘Well, well, isn’t this the one and only, Kai Parker’s girlfriend?’ She laughed as she looked around the place you were hiding in. 'Why are you even here? You’re just a human.’ She said, picking up a broom, breaking it in half. You swallowed hard, your heart beating even faster than before.

'I’m not afraid of you.’ You said, trying to act brave but she probably noticed how shaky your voice was.

'Your heartbeat is telling me something completely different, sweetheart.’ She said, looking at you. 'You know what, let’s get this over with.’ She trailed off as she ran towards you, driving the sharp half in your body, making you gasp. She punctured your lung and you collapsed on the floor. She ran away as you stayed like that on the floor, unable to breathe. You tried yelling but failed. Suddenly you saw Kai running towards you, quickly kneeling beside you. After Kai, everyone else appeared, somehow you managed to recognize them even though your vision was getting blury.You took Kai’s hand in yours and looked him in the eyes, tears forming in them.

'Kai…’ you managed to say it, tear rolling down your cheek. 'I love you, Kai.’ You whispered, making Kai cry.

'You’re gonna be fine.’ Kai said, his voice breaking at the last word. He brought his wrist to his mouth, biting on it to give you his blood. Just when he wanted to bring his wrist to your mouth, you started talking.

'I… don’t forget about me, Kai. You’re a wonderful person and I was lucky enough to be loved by you.’ You whispered, tears filling your eyes. You kept trying to breathe but everytime you tried, you failed. You closed your eyes and stopped moving. Kai’s eyes went wide and he started shaking your body, hoping you would wake up.

'You can’t do this to me. You’re gonna be ok, I know you’re gonna be ok.’ He brought his wrist to your mouth, his blood trickling down your throat. He pulled out the wooden piece that was stuck in your body, throwing it across the room. He picked up your body in his arms, staring at your face.

'C'mon, please, please. Don’t leave me, please. I love you.’ He whispered, his words barely understandable, tears falling down his cheeks. He leaned down, placing his head on your forehead, a few of his tears dropping on your face. 'I can’t live without you.’ Damon placed his hand on Kai’s shoulder, but Kai didn’t even move. He kept holding you close to his side, refusing to let you go.

'Kai, I think it’s-’ Elena said as she kneeled down beside Kai.

'No!’ Kai interupted her and caressed your cheek gently. 'You’re fine.’ He whispered and by that moment you slowly opened your eyes and took a deep breath, your lung and body completely healed. Kai couldn’t believe it. He was looking at you wide eyed and kissed every part of your face and then pressed his forehead on yours.

'I thought I lost you.’

'You’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.’ You said, making him laugh as he leaned in and kissed you deeply, your arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled away and smiled at you before he ran away, with you in his arms, ready to cherish you even more than he did before because even though he knew how much he loves you, this what happened only made him realize how much you actually mean to him.

Ian Gallagher x Reader

*not my gif 
Summary: You and Ian are best friends. You were the very first person that knew Ian was gay, however, being best friends with Ian for so long, you started to fall for him. But you didn’t know how to tell him. 
A/N: My very first reader story. I hope you enjoyed this bit. Requests are open so don’t be shy now. :) x

Music blasting inside Y/N’s truck, while Ian and her are playing card games. “Boom, Uno!” Y/N said, dropping her cards downs, laughing and clapping at the same time. Ian laid back and sighed.

Y/N looked at a frowning Ian and smiled. “Come on, Gallagher. Its just a game.” Y/N said, placing her hand on Ian’s leg. Ian looked back up to her and giggled. “Well, maybe next time lets not play Uno.” Ian said, sitting back up, crossing his legs.

Y/N looked at him and just adored how handsome he looked tonight. Ian and Y/N always hang out at her truck every night. It’s like their tradition as best friends. Y/N started to developed feelings for Ian ever since she felt jealous about Mickey and him having a relationship. But she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want Mickey and Ian’s relationship to end because of her and she doesn’t know how to tell Ian that she likes him because she knows that Ian would never have the same feelings towards her.

“So, how’s you and Mickey?” Y/N asked, lighting up a cigarette. “Well, Mickey and I are having a bit of ups and downs lately but overall, we’re fine. Mickey is a such a sweet guy, isn’t he?” He smiled, happily. Y/N puffed out a smoke and faked a smile. “Mm-hm”

“I just hope that one day, we’ll have kids together, get married and live in a beautiful house. I would really want to wake up in the morning Mickey lying down beside me in bed and give him morning kisses.” He said. Y/N’s heart shattered into pieces when Ian said that. She just hoped and wished that it was her that he will have kids with, get married to and live in a beautiful house. And also get the morning kisses when he wakes up beside her.

Y/N can’t help it but cry in front of Ian, hiding her face. Ian freaked out and started to get worried. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked, pulling her closer to him for a hug. Y/N pushed Ian away from her and wiped away her tears. “Hey, what the fuck is wrong!” Ian said, angrily.

“I just wish that I’ll be the one that you’ll have kids with and be married to, living in a beautiful house and giving me morning kisses.” Y/N cried. Ian was confused and he didn’t know what to say.

“Wh-what do you mean?” He asked. Y/N sobbed, letting out a sad laugh. “I’m fucking in love with you, Ian Gallagher! Ever since I’ve met you, I already knew that you were the one. It was a love at first sight. But when you told me you were gay. It hurt me but I just let that pass so I didn’t mind. And the day I found you and Mickey have a thing going, I was so jealous. So. Fucking. Jealous.” She said.

Ian was hurt from what Y/N said. He realized how much Y/N love him, he knew how much he hurt her. “I just didn’t know how to tell you that because I know that you won’t have the same feelings.” Y/N said.

“I did…”

“What?”

“I did love you.” Ian said, cupping Y/N’s cheeks on his hand. “I know that I’m gay but when I first met you I started to slowly fall in love with you. But I was scared because I have never had feelings for a girl before and you were even the very first girl that gave me a boner. I couldn’t tell you that I love you because if Mickey ever found out about us, he’ll kill me and you!” Ian said.


Y/N was speechless, she couldn’t believe what Ian just said, not expecting that would happen. “So you’re not gonna say a word?” Ian said. “Unbelievable.” Ian pulled Y/N close to him, and kissed her on her red lips. Y/N pulled herself off away from him, breaking the kiss. “Ian, this is wrong. How about Mickey?” Y/N said.

“I’ll tell him. I’ll do anything just for you. I should’ve told you earlier.“ Ian said. Y/N started to pack Ian’s stuff and putting it all in his bag. "What are you doing?” Ian asked in confusion. Y/N just kept on packing and gave him his bag and jacket. “Get out.” Y/N said, opening her truck’s door. Ian obeyed and looked at Y/N through the window.

Y/N sighed and rolled down her window, “Tell me what’s wrong before I go, Y/N, please.” Ian said. Y/N just smiled and gave Ian a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Ian, but what we’re doing is wrong. We have to wait for a bit, if the right time came then we can start dating.” Y/N said.

“Goodnight, Ian.”

“Night." 

Y/N drove off with a smile and left Ian.

Jordie Benn #5

Requested by Anon:  Would you please write a story where a girl and her best friend go white water rafting and since it’s just the two of them, they end up getting put in a raft with Seguin, the Benn brothers, and Roussel. They end up having a hilarious and fun little adventure wth that crazy crew. I think it would be funny if at least one of the guys is a bit scared and the other guys pick on him. Definitely end with new friendships & possibly new romantic interests too (take your pick of which players get lucky).

*Hiii!! Thank you so much for this. Extra long because of the amount of characters but I hope you like this one. Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 1, 751

Originally posted by bennyandthestars

Your friend lightly tapped your ass with her paddle, “do you think they grouped us with hot guys?” she asked as you stood by the riverbank, waiting for the other people in your raft to arrive, “you know the reason we’re doing this,” she gestured, “just you and me, is to pick up whoever rides on the raft with us, right?”

You snorted, “yeah,” you nodded as you heard sounds of boisterous men from behind. You turned to look what the fuzz was about and saw four muscular guys laughing and slapping each other. They were so big that the paddles they were holding looked like skewers. They were all wearing rash guards which just emphasized their arm muscles.

And those thighs! Those thighs can kill you and you’d probably be happy about it.

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Long Slow Beautiful Dance – Part 1

 

She stares at herself in the mirror.  Stares at a woman she barely knows anymore.  The one she subconsciously buried months ago.  She had resigned herself to the acceptance that this was how her life, her love, was supposed to be.  That after a while, everything becomes a little more stale.  She had become a shell of herself, conforming to a love she was desperate to hang onto.  A love she convinced herself was still magical, that he was the still the only one who could possibly make her feel alive again.  She would just have to simply wait for that to happen.

But in the mirror at this moment staring back at her is the woman she once was.  A woman who is alive, every nerve in her body screaming that very word over and over again.  And it isn’t Adam who brought her back.  It isn’t Adam who is making her heart flutter with every gentle touch, making her cheeks flush with a simple smile.  It’s another man that every ounce of her soul is longing for.

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In For Life/Dean Winchester Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Hi can you please do an imagine with Dean Winchester and the reader? Dean and the readers newborn baby has been kidnapped and her and Dean are frantic, Sam and Cas doing what they can to help. The rest can be up to you. Thanks x

Maybe a part 2?

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anonymous asked:

How would the maknae line react if you guys are in a really heated argument, and you slapped him?

okay disclaimer: i really didnt wanna write this scenario. i don’t wanna highlight violence in relationships on any level, so i was going to ignore or delete this request. i felt like i’d be cheating you out of a scenario if i did that, though, so i went ahead and wrote it. but yeah guys please know that it’s not okay to put your hands on someone in an argument, no matter how mad you are. 

“Who is this guy?” Jimin asked as you sat on the couch one afternoon while watching TV. He had his phone in his hands with a picture recently uploaded from your Instagram on the screen. You looked at the picture and smiled.

“Oh, that’s Dean. You remember him, right? My friend from-”

“The guy that kept flirting with you when I was right next to you? Yeah, I remember him. Why are you hanging out with him?”

For a minute, you were stunned. You stood from the couch and folded your arms. “One, he was not flirting with me, and two, I can hang out with whoever I want to hang out with. You’re not my dad.”

“This guy is disrespectful! I don’t like you hanging out with him, ____. If you cared about me or how I felt, you would stop being his friend.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Wh—Jimin! You are being so ridiculous. Dean and I grew up together. I’ve known him way longer than I’ve known you. Just because you’re jealous of him for whatever reason-”

“–I’m not jealous,” he cut you off. You huffed.

“As I was saying, just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean I’ll stop hanging out with him. How you feel about him has nothing to do with me.”

“It’s so rude of you to not even take what I’m saying into consideration,” he countered. His face was growing red as he was so upset, which was shocking to you since Jimin was never upset by anything. Why was he acting like this?

“Rude of me? Yeah, it’s rude of me to hang out with one of my closest friends, but you can literally have girls dying over you every single day and I’m supposed to be okay with that? Do you know how many of your fans leave me death threats on my social media accounts? I’ve seen girls fall all over you and that’s disrespectful to me, but I don’t get upset about it because I trust you. Why don’t you trust me to be friendly with another guy and not cheat on you or something?”

“It’s him that I don’t trust! You can’t hang out with him anymore.”

“You can’t stop me, Jimin. Sorry, but he’s my friend and you’re gonna have to get over it.”

He shook his head at you. “And you wonder why my fans think you’re easy!” He yelled the words at you, stunning you silent. “You hang out with all of these guys on Instagram and take all of these pictures all close with them but get upset when my fans call you a slut! I’m not even surprised that they say those things, and I don’t want to hear you crying about them bullying you anymore, because you act like it! You act like one big sl-”

His words were silenced by the loud noise of your hand smacking him across the face. You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Your eyes began to burn in anger and tears.

“Park Jimin! I cannot believe that you just said that to me!” You yelled at him. He only held his reddening face, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. “How dare you call me a slut for hanging out with someone? Am I not allowed to be his friend just because he has a dick? What sense does that make?! Your fans don’t like me because I’m your girlfriend, and you know it! If I was the most pristine person in the world, they would still call me names! Don’t you ever shame me because you’re too damn jealous to realize that I don’t want anyone but you!”

He was silent, and his eyes began to water from the sting of your hit. Your heart was racing so unbelievably fast and you immediately regretted putting your hands on him, but for some reason, an apology wouldn’t leave your lips. Instead, you hurried out the front door, in desperate need for some fresh air.

You had a bad day at work, and all you wanted was to come home to a decent apartment complex and some peace and quiet. However, that’s not what you were greeted with. As soon as you opened the front door, you noticed that the apartment was a complete and utter mess.

Kim Taehyung!” You called after slamming the door. He appeared from the bedroom, a smile on his face.

“Hey! Welcome home!” He said, running to you and hugging you. Normally you’d appreciate the affection, but today you felt smothered.

“Why is it such a mess in here?” The couch was moved out of its original place with its cushions flipped up and on the rug. There were dishes everywhere and books and magazines sprawled out on the floor. He laughed.

“My little cousins came over and played.”

“And you didn’t tell them to clean up their mess? Or at least cleanup for them?

He frowned. “I got tired,” he said before walking back to the bedroom. You followed him.

“You got tired? Imagine how I feel! I’ve been on my feet all day at work and all I wanted was a nice apartment to—WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR BED?!” You looked at the large purple stain on the pearl-colored comforter that your mother had gotten you as a house-warming gift. Taehyung yawned.

“Oh, they spilled some grape juice in our bed.”

“You let them drink juice in the bed? And it’s just been sitting here?! You didn’t even try to clean the stain!”

“I figured you’d do it. I’m bad at laundry.”

Suddenly, you felt like crying. You were so angry and upset. You grabbed the cover bitterly off the bed and balled it up in your hands before taking it out of the bedroom.

“It’s ruined, Taehyung! This stain is dry now! All because you couldn’t fucking Google how to get a stain out of a comforter. Ugh! You’re so lazy!”

“I’m not lazy!” He said, following you. “I’m an idol, you know. This was my first day off in two months and I just wanted to spend it with my little cousins, and you’re mad at me because of a stupid comforter.”

“This ‘stupid comforter’ was a gift! And it was a part of a limited edition collection… it’s probably discontinued now, but you don’t care. You only care about yourself.” The angry words left your mouth, and you immediately regretted them. Of course, you didn’t believe that. Taehyung was one of the most caring people you ever met. But your anger was speaking for you at the moment.

“Would you stop talking to me like that?!” He yelled at you as you continued to walk away from him. “You’re… you’re such a bitch sometimes!”

Before you could stop and think about your reaction, you dropped the heavy comforter in your hands, turned to him, and slapped him across the face. “I am not a bitch just because my immature slob of a boyfriend didn’t clean after a bunch of little kids! You purposefully left this mess here so that I could clean it up like I always do! I’m always cleaning after you, Taehyung! I’m sick of it! You have more responsibilities than singing and dancing on stage! Stop being so fucking useless half the time!” You yelled, and immediately covered your mouth.

With the word “useless,” you recalled Taehyung calling you on the phone one night while crying, telling you how he felt useless in Bangtan. You knew he was sensitive about that, and you just used it against him.

“T-Tae,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine,” he said, all inflection and light gone out of his voice. “It’s not like you’re the only one who thinks that I’m useless. Just go, I’ll clean up the apartment.” He said, picking up the comforter you dropped on the floor. He looked back and saw you still standing there, tears in your eyes. “Go!” He yelled at you, making you back away from him and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and locking it before tears began to fall profusely.

Jungkook,” you entered your bedroom and rubbed his warm back as he lay on your bed. He wasn’t asleep, just incredibly drunk from the party you two had come back from. “Do you want some aspirin?”

He grunted a response. You left the bedroom and brought him medicine and a water bottle, and made sure to watch him take it to make sure he didn’t chew the pill like he typically did when drunk. “Thank you,” he slurred.

You nodded and kissed his cheek before crawling in bed and grabbing your laptop.

After hearing you type, he turned his head towards you. “What are you doing?”

“Online shopping,” you said, searching through a catalog on your favorite website. “I need some new cardigans.”

He grunted again. “You’re always shopping online.”

“I am not,” you laughed as you picked out a new cardigan. He tsked.

“You’re lucky to date an idol. I make enough money to support your spending.”

You were a little offended by his comment. “I’m gonna let that slide since you’re drunk,” you said.

He laughed lazily. “If I wasn’t bringing in so much money, you’d probably be living on the streets. At least you’d have decent clothes, though.” He said cockily. You turned your head to him and folded your arms.

“Jungkook, you know I make money, right? I have a job. And I buy my own shit, thank you very much. Your money does nothing for me.”

“Whatever,” he said. “You’re living in the apartment I bought, right?’

You scoffed. “You asked me to move in! And then refused to let me pay rent!”

“Excuses, excuses,” he groaned. Feeling annoyed, you got up and grabbed your laptop.

“Okay, I’ll be in the living room. Hurry up and sober up, because you’re pissing me off.”

While leaving the room, you heard him stumble out of bed. “Get back here!” He shouted a little too loudly.

“Shut up before we get kicked out of this lovely apartment of yours.” You spat at him before walking off.

 He gripped your shoulder and turned you around, making your laptop slip out of your hands and land face down on the ground.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed. Before you could reach to get it, he pushed you back and stepped on it, and with a pristine snap, your laptop was broken in half.

You couldn’t even speak, you were in such shock. “I bet you need my money now to replace that dumb thing,” he said angrily at you. You were almost too angry to speak.

“What in the hell is wrong with you?!” You screamed, picking up the two pieces. “I do my work on this fucking laptop, Jungkook! How dare you!”

“I don’t care,” he slouched over. Angry and bitter, you slapped him hard across the face.

“Sober the hell up, Jungkook, because you are being such a complete asshole right now! You make me sick!” You yelled at him, shoving the broken laptop into his hands before running into the bedroom and locking the door behind you.

ahh these kind of scenarios always make me a little sad, but i hope you all enjoyed it! thank you for the submission~~~

Solar Eclipse

It’s impossible not to be aware of the event, even if one wasn’t in a weird live-in situation with two sun gods.  

All over the news and social media, there is constant talk of the solar eclipse.  People make jokes about not buying mysterious plants, or make plans to invade the Fire Nation.  They share instructions for creating pinhole cameras and seek out friends living in the path of totality, so they can stay there to see the moon completely eclipse the sun.

At the observatory where Icarus volunteers, there is a planned field trip for employees who can afford to pay, to spend a few days in Oregon before and after the eclipse. They’ll be going to watch it via one of the local observatory’s powerful telescopes, recording data about the sun’s corona that will only be visible during this eclipse, and otherwise having a great time.  

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Losing your virginity to Jasper

You and Jasper have been seeing each other behind everyone’s backs for a while now. It’s nice not to have anyone ask questions about your relationship, so you’re keeping it a secret. It’s also a lot more exciting.

You have decided you’re ready to lose your virginity to Jasper. You know you’re in love with him and want to give him every single part of yourself.

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Miscommunication

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Word count: 988
Request: Anonymous. Promt for the angst: Castiel is frustrated cause he can’t express feelings towards reader well (and he never could… I guess that’s the angsty part?) I’ve always found it kinda weird how easily he can express his feelings in some fics since he’s an angel ya know? I guess it’s more realistic to have him stoic and lost and all that

Part 1 of Stoic


Cas watched you walk out of the room, wiping a tear from your face. He tilted his head and looked over to Dean. “I don’t understand.” He said in his usual tone. “I simply stated that we would be unable to attend her open mic night. We are far too busy with more important things.”

“Dude, you really need to work on this.” Dean sighed. “You didn’t even give us a chance to talk about it. Singing is really important to Y/N. She doesn’t get to much because of hunting. You basically just told her that her one thing isn’t important.”

“I still don’t understand. I never said that. I said there are more important things.” Cas looked between the brothers, confused.


You had gone up to your room and quietly shut the door. You cared for Cas, you really did, and you understood that being an angel made communication difficult…but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. It had been months since you’d been to an open mic night. You had hoped that the boys would be there to watch you,  but apparently it wasn’t important enough. It was two weeks away, so there was no way that they knew they would have a case. It just hit you hard that they (or at least Cas) didn’t want to go.

Sighing, you moved over to your bed and grabbed your guitar. Sitting back against the headboard, you put your feet up and started playing. You’d be performing a song you wrote- about the angel, actually. Your eyes were closed as you started to sing, getting out your emotions.


Sam took a deep breath. “Okay. Think of it this way. You have a hobby, that’s more like a passion.”

“I do not have hobbies.” Cas replied.

Pretend, Cas.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Anyways. You have something that you’re passionate about. You ask someone important to go with you to do this activity, or watch. They flat out tell you that you have more important things to do.” He was trying to walk him through this. “If you asked Dean to go with you on a case, and he told you that he had more important things to do, wouldn’t that bother you?”

Cas thought for a moment. “I would assume what he has to do is of great importance.”

Dean groaned. “Fine. If you asked me to hunt down God with you again, and I basically told you no, that it wasn’t as important as something that might come up….”

“I would certainly be bothered by that.” He admitted.

Bingo. Now, translate that to you and Y/N.” Sam pointed out.

“Oh…”

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