oh my god just look at his expression

Who is Lay?

♡ Zhang Yixing

where to start i love him so much

♡ Every exo-l is soft for this boy

♡ The most hardworking person on earth

♡ VOCAL

♡ King of China

He is the china line

I wanna cry while hugging him my ot12 feels

♡ “Healing unicorn”

♡ Suho’s precious kid

♡ I’m pretty sure sm hates him

Dance line

♡ Visual

♡ Actor

♡ Basically perfect

♡ CONFUSED AF

♡ Has a separate fan base called Xingmis

♡ Yi(Xing) + Nai(mi)

♡ Yixing’s name + My name

Chanyeol is the biggest xingmi

♡ As you can tell from the name 

♡ He is S O F T

♡ His softness is nothing like ksoo’s softness

♡ We call him unicorn because he is literally unreal

Originally posted by sjabe

♡ He is the softest member

♡ He is just pure fluff

♡ Is cute

♡ Really cute

♡ Even if he just stands there doing nothing but existing

♡ he is cute

♡ When he is breathing

♡ When he is smiling

♡ When he’s confused

♡ Is the type of person who would fix the plushie’s bangs when a plushie’s eyes are closed and say

♡ “now you can see”

♡ he is literally an angel

♡ He would do anything for his fans

♡ Literally anything

♡ Reads all the fan letters at the airport

♡ Males sure he performs well otherwise thinks that people’s money go to waste

♡ makes sure everyone has a pic with him before leaving the conference he was on

♡ gives handwritten invitations in chinese and english which he wrote for his bd

♡ translated his album “Lose Control” to japanese,english and chinese

♡ chinese—->cantonese+mandarin

♡ Gives members special bags called “hope bags”so that they won’t meet any troubles

♡ His pureness can’t be explained with words

♡ While we’re talking about how soft he is

♡ I wonder if the blindfold he uses while he’s dancing to artificial love is also soft

♡ HE IS A STRIPPER

Originally posted by glamourpcy

♡ I ain’t joking i’m serious

♡ I feel like he has a dark past coz those moves are pure sin

♡ He often likes to kill exo-ls with kai

♡ As a soft unicorn,he can also turn into a wild stripper on the stage

♡ I see hip thrusts

♡ Once he was performing Lose Control,his belt opened

♡ EXO-L’S DEATH ANNIVERSARY

♡ I mean he is so rude

♡ Has solo’s like Lose control,what u need? and monodrama

♡ Lose control is basically hip thrusts

♡ Along with lay’s heavy gaze and soft voice

Originally posted by lullabyun

♡ It’s just rude

GIVE US A BREAK

♡ We ain’t complaining

♡ His looks are everything

♡ He is the visual king

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

I have found so many rude gifs u guys have no idea

♡ His smile is everything

♡ When he smiles

♡ The world just stops for a minute 

♡ It becomes a better world

♡ the sun shines a bit brighter

♡ the birds sing a bit happier

Originally posted by woahzyx

This boy is srsly killing me SOMEONE SEND HELP PLS

♡ As he also works and promotes in china he has lots of photo shoots

♡ He is beautiful

♡ King of serving looks

I’m just gonna put this here coz this is art

♡ He is literally so handsome

♡ I mean he’s breathtaking

♡ Every pic that he has no matter with or without make up

♡ is so precious cause he looks so freaking good in all of them

♡ I S  E T H E R E A L

♡ I really dunno how to express this handsomeness

BLESS HIS PARENTS

♡ Also an actor

♡ Played a cutie pie in his movie kung fu yoga w jackie chan

♡ Has a movie where he and his gay husband have a baby from the future lesbians called oh my god

same

i dunno what to say anymore

♡ Also Operation love where he is a character full of regrets

♡ but returns to the past and tries his best

♡ PROMOTE YIXING

♡ As i mentioned before,he has his own solo career 

♡ His last album lose control killed all of exo-ls

♡ Has a studio in china

♡ His voice is so soothing

His singing makes me want to punch myself

♡ Sings in many languages

♡ While we mention about languages

♡ His korean is just

♡ bootiful

♡ His korean teacher told him to get a gf

HOW DARE YOU AJUSSI

♡ Often makes pronunciation mistakes

♡ “Members wet their pants”

♡ “Jurazil park”

♡ Said penis instead of pepper 

♡ chanyeol was shook

♡ cameraman was shook

♡ exo-l were shook

♡ But its ok since we love him the way he is

♡ and baek often helps and explains him 

♡ There’s a precious friendship called

♡ Baekxing

Originally posted by yixingcanbeagif2

♡ Baek often explains him anything in korean

♡ They’re super cute

♡ Precious af

♡ Yixing just loves him so much

♡ Yixing just loves every member so much

♡ Baek is yixing’s nr.1 fan

♡ He also has a super confused side

♡ Always confused

♡ Bbh is his life saver

Originally posted by baekintime

♡ Fangirl bbh mode on

♡ You can actually ship lay with any member since he’s a fluff ball

♡ —->sulay

Originally posted by su-lay

♡ He is suho’s most precious kid since he’s innocent and easygoing

♡ —–>xiulay

Originally posted by minniedeer

♡ —>Layhan

Originally posted by luharem

♡ #BRINGTHISBACK2K17

#FUCKSM

♡ Even tough they’re former members he still keeps in touch with his brothers from china

♡ And supports them and their movies,music..etc

♡ also meets them in china

I WANNA UGLY SOB RN I HATE YOU SM WHY THE FUCK KRISHANTAO LEFT MY OT12 FEELINGS

♡ also teaches sehun chinese

♡ Since he’s really kind and considerate towards people he’s loved by everyone

♡ His dance is everything you want in your life

♡ He is really passionate about dancing

♡ he is a choreographer

♡ What u need?’s choreo

♡ Lose contol’s choreo

♡ also helped they never know’s choreo

♡ Is close with 1m dance studio’s Kasper

U can actually spot kasper in every sm dance practice video

♡ His moves are so smooth yet delicate

♡ he is an angel dancing

Originally posted by xehunted

I HAD TO

♡ He also ended saesang fans

♡ “as saesang fans have every information about us including our phone numbers,i’m expecting them to know teacher lee so man’s number too”

♡ YAS

♡ He is really hardworking

♡ produced an album in china

♡ Shot 2 movies,one w jackie chan

♡ shot a drama

♡ Promoted exo

♡ promoted his work

♡ performed his solo work

♡ sometimes danced sometimes sang

♡ Joined his brothers for the comeback

BUT NOW SM WONT LET HIM COME BACK FUCK U SM

♡ Did all those things in half a year

♡ As we can tell

♡ overworks himself

♡ fainted twice

♡ The photos taken today at the airport was showing how tired he was

♡ he works nonstop 

♡ he gotta rest

♡ he was working all the time when the rest of the members had time to rest

I fucking hate sm

♡ He is the most precious kid i’ve ever seen

♡ #PROTECTLAYSQUAD2K17

♡ I swear if they comeback without lay i’ll fly to korea and let the sm building on fire after stabbing lee soo man 384737 times

♡ He is the cutest pls protect him

Originally posted by squynhty

Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

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Different Ways to Say “I love you”

Peter and you had been seeing each other for quite some time – longer than he had imagined you staying with him, anyway. Five months of his life had been dedicated to you, romantically. Peter would never tell you, but he had dedicated his life to you since your first day at Midtown High. You had met Ned in one of your classes and he had convinced you to join the decathlon on your first day. Peter had owed him ever since that day.

It was hard for Peter to ask you out – hell, it had taken him a year to even tell you that you were pretty. So, it didn’t come to a surprise to him when he found himself too terrified to tell you how deeply he felt for you. He loved you – he loved the way you were smarter than him (you knew that, but you never made him feel insignificant), he loved that when you wanted to hold his hand you’d walk next to him and let your hands brush first (you’d start tapping his fingers with yours until eventually your hand engulfed his completely), he loved how when you found out he was Spider-Man you weren’t mad that he kept it from you (“I get why you couldn’t tell me – you have to promise me you’re going to come back… you have to come back to me.” “You’re the only reason I’ll always come back… a-and Aunt May, obviously.”). He loved you – he knew he did. He had tried to tell you so many times. But, what he didn’t know was that he had already told you he loved you – in so many different ways.


“You got me this?” Peter nodded at you. “You were in Berlin – fighting alongside the Avenger’s… and you found time to get me something?” Peter couldn’t fight the blush on his face even if he tried.

“I-It’s not a big deal. I saw it in the window. I don’t know, I just – it reminded me of you.” You smiled, leaning in to peck him.

“I love it.”


“Ugh, Pete,” you whined, your eyes welling up with tears. “It’s broken.” You held up the charm bracelet that Peter had given you for your birthday. “I’m so sorry,” a couple of tears had fallen and Peter was quick to reach up and brush them away.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “it’s just a bracelet, it’s okay.” You shook your head.

“I loved this gift – it’s my favorite bracelet.” Peter’s heart beat a little faster.

Come here,” he whispered, “come on. Let me fix it.” And he was relieved to see the smile on your face as you made your way to him.


“I’m glad you came tonight, Peter.” You nudged him as you walked out of Liz’s house together, side-by-side.

“I am, too.” He smiled softly at you, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as you both fell into a comfortable silence. It was a cool night in New York and as Peter saw you wrap your arms around yourself he registered you had forgotten to bring a jacket. He automatically pulled his sweater over his head, straightening out his shirt. “Here,” he handed you his sweater. You shook your head.

“Peter, no. It’s fine, I’m fine.” He gave you a pointed look.

Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” You reluctantly took the jacket and pulled it over yourself, feeling his scent overwhelm you and a smile ghosting on your face.

“Thank you, Peter.” You linked your arms together and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek. Smiling when he turned red and mumbled a small ‘anytime’.


“I’m sorry that I’m ruining our date night, Peter.” Peter shook his head until he remembered you couldn’t see him over the phone.

“You’re not ruining anything, babe,” he said, packing up his backpack with the necessities May told him he’d need. “You need to focus on that sore throat.” There was silence. “Babe?”

“Huh?” He chuckled, walking out of his front door. “I’m sorry, Petey. I dozed off.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you later. Okay?” You mumbled an incoherent response before Peter decided to end the call. He found himself outside of your home fifteen minutes later. He knocked and your mom let him in, letting him quietly use your kitchen to warm up the tea he had brought for you. He then quietly walked to your room, opening your door to see you sleeping. He almost didn’t wake you up, but knew your tea would be cold. “(Y/N)? Babe?” You stirred awake, feeling alert and sitting up when you saw Peter on your bed.

“Peter! What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick!” He shushed your hoarse voice, picking up the cup and handing it to you.

“Here,” you grabbed the cup, looking at its contents, “drink this. You’ll feel better.” You looked at his dough eyes and opened your mouth to say something, until deciding to just keep quiet and drink the tea, a soft smile on your face.


“Oh, my god.” Peter turned around from his seat at his desk, seeing your distraught expression as your eyes grazed over the test you both had received from Calculus.

“What’s wrong?” You bit your lip to stop it from quivering.

“I failed,” you whispered. You had studied with Michelle and Betty for two weeks straight. You had thought you were doing so well – even Michelle had thought so. How could you have failed?

“Hey,” you looked up at Peter, “it’s just one test. You’ll get ‘em next time.” You smiled at the use of his words – it was a phrase you’d use on him whenever he didn’t pass a quiz or test he didn’t study for due to his after-school activities.

“I guess,” you sighed, your smile fading. Peter stood up, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and shuffled through it, picking up a CD case. He sighed, counting to three before turning around to sit next to you on the bed.

“Here,” you took the CD from his hands.

PETER’S HAPPY MIX

You looked up at him, seeing him shrug. “You might like this,” he stated. “It makes me feel better when I feel like crap.” You reached over and hugged him, mumbling about a million thank you’s.


Now here Peter sits, next to you on his couch, watching a movie of your choice. It was one that you had seen at least a hundred times, but he didn’t mind. If you loved it, so did he. And, god, did you love it. He watched your profile, seeing your lips move as you recited the character’s lines – every character’s lines. Your hands were moving in tune with them, too. And as he looked at you he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t plan it coming out like this, but it just happened. He just – “I love you.” Your hands stopped and so did your lips. You turned to look at him quickly.

“What?” Peter nodded slowly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

“I love you.” He repeated. “I love you, and I have for awhile. I don’t know when liking you stopped and loving you started – it all kind of just blends together but – yeah. I love you.” You blinked a few times, registering how your shy and reserved boyfriend, Peter Parker, got the nerve to tell you he loved you before you did. You shook your head at the thought. Peter Parker was braver than you – who knew?

“I love you, Peter.” You finally said, the look on his face telling you your silence was scaring him.

“You do?” He asked, too ecstatic, but he didn’t care. You nodded, setting the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap on top of the coffee table. You sat up and crawled closer to him, leaning over him slightly.

“I love you so much, Peter Parker.” You leaned all the way down, pressing your lips against Peter and feeling Peter wait not even a second before matching your pace.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, but not stopping your kiss.

Even though Peter Parker had told you he loved you more than once, he felt a weight lift off of his chest after hearing it come out clear as day from the both of you.

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anonymous asked:

oh my god d i'm re reading bnha again & i juST REALIZED KIRI'S EXPRESSION DURING THE TRAINING CAMP ARC WHEN H EREA LIZES THEYRE AFTER BAKUGOU??? MY BOI IS SO CONCERNED FOR HIS CRUSH

WELCOME TO HELL

look at this boy’s mental state during/after bakugou’s kidnapping

and then look at that smile of relief after bakugou’s rescue

he cares abt bakugou so much it warms my dead heart

Lightsaber Battle - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1358
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark
Warnings: swearing, maybe
Requested by anon
Pietro and the reader having a lightsaber battle in the middle of the toy section
Summary: What happens when you and Pietro are in the toy section and Pietro is pracitcally a toddler in a store? Chaos ensues.
Authors Note: this was so much fun omf

Pietro Maximoff / Full Masterlist

Ao3


“Target could be my second home,” You marveled as you walked into the doors of the large store.

Pietro laughed. “Well, you do come here a lot.”

“Because I love it!” You squealed and walked to where the one-dollar section was.

With a roll of the eyes, he put his hand on your shoulder. “That, and Tony kicks us out of the base a lot.”

Shrugging, you picked up random things in the one-dollar bins. Tony does kick you two out of the base a lot, mainly because when you don’t have anything to do, you annoy someone until you are entertained and come up with something to do. He’s usually the easiest to annoy, not to mention that he gets annoyed really easily, and his reactions are typically the funniest.

You walked up to the nearest employee, doing like you and Pietro always do. “Excuse me, miss, where are the toasters?” You linked onto Pietro’s arm. “My husband is really worried about the fact that we do not have a toaster and I’m afraid he’s going to break down if he doesn’t see a toaster soon,” You told the girl who seemed to be a bit older.

She quickly directed you to where the toasters would be, and once she was out of sight, the two of you broke into a fit of laughter. “That was a good one. I’m really passionate about toasters,” He laughed. It was almost a tradition after the many times you two have been to Target recently, asking the staff random and strange questions. Sometimes he was your son, sometimes you were a random stranger, and today he was your husband. Of course, you two were only friends, which made it only funnier.

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c-jay321  asked:

Hey saisai! Not really sure if you've read the latest chapter of bnha, but if you have, what are your thoughts about it? Do you think Kacchan has been jealous of Izuku the whole time?

The thing is… i don’t think jealousy is exactly the right word for it.

to be more specific, this panel. this panel expresses both Izuku and Bakugou’s feelings towards each other. Bakugou isn’t jealous of Izuku, he fears him. he’s scared of Izuku’s sudden development and is scared that one day Izuku will surpass him.

but he’s also in denial about it. 

to go further back, the whole reason Bakugou started bullying Izuku is because he thought Izuku was looking down on him. 

this is 100% the reason Bakugou started to bully Izuku. it’s because he thought Izuku was looking down on him. it’s because he thought that Izuku saw him as weak and needing help.

for his entire life, Bakugou grew up believing he was better than everyone. and, until recently, he had no reason to not believe this. 

since he was little, he was able to read before all his classmates, he was able to do amazing stunts no one else could do, he got his fantastic quirk that was way better than everyone else’s. 

and Izuku didn’t.

Izuku was always the failure. he was always the one messing up. he couldn’t skip stones, he didn’t have a quirk, he couldn’t do anything. 

and sadly, no one in Bakugou’s life ever did anything to curb this belief. every year, it was just reinforced–his classmates all admired Bakugou and always told him how awesome he was, and constantly mocked Izuku for being a failure.

even with the teacher still in the room, the entire class bullied and mocked Izuku. and yet, the teacher did nothing to stop them.

Bakugou had no reason to believe otherwise.

however, if there’s one thing Bakugou hates more than anything, it’s when people are looking down on him. it’s when he feels weak. it’s when he thinks other people are treating him as unworthy or unimportant.

this is why he was so pissed at Todoroki for how their fight went. because Todoroki wasn’t going all out–and Bakugou knew it. he overheard the conversation he had with Izuku. he knows about Todoroki’s beef with Endeavor.

he knows Todoroki swore to never use his fire side. and then he did, against Izuku

“IF I CAN’T GO ABOVE DEKU, IT DOESN’T MEAN A GODDAMN THING!!”

look at how upset he is by the result of their match. he looks like he’s about to break down crying.

for Bakugou, this entire fight was unsatisfying from beginning to end. for him, he was fighting an opponent who refused to take him seriously, who fought seriously against Deku. To Bakugou, he was fighting someone who was looking down on him, mocking him, making an ass out of him.

there’s no point in winning a fight like that.

for years, since that first moment when Izuku offered his hand, Bakugou seriously thought that Izuku was looking down on him. Izuku, the weak one. the one who constantly failed. the one who didn’t even have a quirk. how dare he think that he had any right to help Bakugou–someone who was amazing, who had an awesome quirk, who didn’t need help with anything

Bakugou truly believed this. that Izuku, who didn’t have anything, thought he could surpass Bakugou, who had everything

Izuku was just trying to be nice. however, Bakugou took it as a personal insult, and it colored his perception of Izuku for 10 years after.

for their entire fight during the Heroes vs. Villains exam, Bakugou was fixated on this. over and over again, he commented on how Izuku was looking down on him. of course Izuku wasn’t. Bakugou is one of his biggest sources of inspirations–but Bakugou doesn’t realize that. 

he truly believes that, for all this time–despite Izuku’s quirklessnes, despite being a failure, despite not having any of the advantages Bakugou had growing up–that Izuku was looking down on him.

this just shows how little these two understood each other.

Bakugou based so much of his self worth on being better than Izuku. on being better than everyone, but especially Izuku. 

look at his expression in the above panel. he’s not grinning. he’s not boasting. rather, he’s desperately trying to hold onto an idea that he’s believed since he was a child. look at the cracks behind him–his world view is literally beginning to shatter.

what he believed for all his life is starting to fall apart, and he’s desperately trying to fight against it. 

after Izuku won, even tho he was broken and beaten on the ground–that was when Bakugou realized, oh my god. Deku can beat me. Deku does have the potential to do this. it isn’t just some fantasy anymore. it’s reality

Izuku can surpass him, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

Bakugou almost has a breakdown because of this. that is how much this meant to him. that is how scared he was of Izuku.

everything he mocked and feared and denied was possible, happened. it actually happened. and he still thinks Izuku is looking down on him. 

and it’s not just Deku.

for the first time, Bakugou’s unshakable self confidence is broken. in the official translation of this scene, he says that he doesn’t think he can beat Todoroki.

for the first time, he thinks that there’s someone out there that he can’t beat. 

i believe this is part of the reason Bakugou was so angry and upset with the results of their match–because Todoroki was another person Bakugou so desperately wanted to prove himself against, and Todoroki couldn’t even be bothered to take their fight seriously. 

(again, not Todoroki’s fault. but that’s probably how Bakugou viewed it.)

for the first time, Bakugou is met with the realization that he isn’t the best. that there are people out there who can beat him. there are people who are stronger than him. that there are people out there that can beat him.

Bakugou is a victim of his own talent and upbringing. he lived his entire life believing he was special, and he was constantly praised for everything he did. it wasn’t until he met others who were just as strong, if not stronger than him, that this idea was shaken. and now he’s no longer special. he’s no longer the strongest. he’s no longer the best. 

Bakugou’s ego was stroked and stroked and stroked, and then it popped in the worst way possible. 

and Izuku is the heart of it all.

when Izuku tells Bakugou about his quirk, Bakugou thinks he’s just mocking him after beating him. Bakugou is insulted, angry, infuriated, frustrated, and feels like he’s being mocked by the person who was just supposed to be a pebble in his path…. who actually managed to beat him.

he thinks Izuku is trying to humiliate him in a way. 

and again, he had no reason to think otherwise. neither character ever tried to talk it out with each other before now, so they had no reason to know what the other was thinking.

one of the reasons Bakugou is so frustrated at Izuku is because now there’s a chance of Izuku surpassing him. 

the entire manga up until this point is pretty much just Izuku getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger … while Bakugou feels like he’s being left behind.

he’s been beaten, humiliated, and kidnapped–more than once

hell, in the very first chapter he’s taken hostage by a villain and needs to be rescued by Izuku and All Might. 

he lost to Izuku, wins the Sports Festival but in a completely unsatisfactory way, feels like he wasted time at Best Jeanist’s, was forced to swallow his pride and work with Izuku to win (again, in an unsatisfactory way), feels left behind in terms of growth…

the narrative just keeps beating him down in more ways than one. the few times he actually wins and he can’t even enjoy it. it culminates with both All Might’s retirement and believing that it’s his fault, and his failing the provisional license exam.

Bakugou is only 15/16. he’s just a kid. kids can only take so much before they fall apart.

this is honestly one of Bakugou’s worst moments. he had no right to hit Izuku like that. however, the reason he did was because Izuku was saying that there was no way Bakugou could beat All Might. even with handicaps, Bakugou had no chance of winning this fight.

in other words, he was calling Bakugou weak. 

it doesn’t help that prior to the exam, Bakugou believes that All Might is looking down on him with all their precautions.

it doesn’t matter if it’s All Might, the number one hero. it doesn’t matter how much logic is in Izuku’s words. all that matters to Bakugou is that Izuku is saying that Bakugou is too weak to win a fight. that both he, and All Might, are looking down on Bakugou.

Bakugou needs the validation of being the Best. he needs it. he has to be able to do everything on his own, and be number 1 with his own power, and if he can’t fulfill that, then it’s worthless. then he’s worthless.

so much of his self worth is based on this, and he’s willing to go to extreme lengths to reach it.

if he has to tear apart his own body to win, then he will do it.  

this is not healthy behavior in the slightest, but that’s just how much winning means to him. that’s how much that validation means to him.

however.

the second he’s presented with the idea that he needs Izuku’s help, he says he’d rather lose. the kid who’s constantly screaming about how he’s gonna be the best and be number 1. the kid who’s willing to abuse his own body to win.

Bakugou refuses to give up. this is one of the things that Izuku admires the most about him, and one of the things that inspires Izuku so much.

the WHOLE REASON Bakugou wants to be a hero is because he admires All Might. it’s because he admires the way All Might always wins, no matter what–that shaped how Bakugou views a hero should be. 

a hero must always win. and for Bakugou, that also means without help.

this is literally his entire life’s motivation, and he’s willing to give it all up if it means he needs Izuku’s help to accomplish it. 

Izuku. the kid who always trailed behind him. the kid who couldn’t do anything. the kid who was a quirkless failure–and Bakugou needs his help to win.

this upsets Bakugou so much that he begins crying mid-battle

every time Bakugou cries, it’s always in response to feeling weak or worthless. especially in comparison to Izuku.

since he was a child, he’s been scared of Izuku.

no matter what Bakugou did, Izuku would not back down. he would always get back up. no matter how many times Bakugou beat and bullied Izuku, no matter what he did, Izuku would get back up and trail after him. 

he just would not give up.

Bakugou thought Izuku was looking down on him with his offer of help. Bakugou thought Izuku saw him as weak and helpless. and most of all, Bakugou was frustrated. he was frustrated that Izuku actually believed that he could surpass Bakugou. 

Izuku, the weak, quirkless nobody. the kid who sucked at everything. there was no way it could ever happen.

and yet, Bakugou was terrified at the possibility.

Bakugou’s terrified of Izuku.

specifically, his progress. 

it’s even mentioned in the Omake chapter [here], by Uraraka.

Uraraka: It’s like… you’re intimidating him because you’re scared and you want him to go away from you.

all his life, he tried to push Izuku away, to put him down. but nothing ever worked. 

Bakugou is scared that he’s being left behind. he’s scared that everything he believed in until this point has been wrong. he’s scared that he won’t accomplish his goal, his dream. the one thing in his life that’s motivated him up until this point.

he’s scared because Izuku, the person who was supposed to be a pebble in his path, can accomplish the things that he’d always wanted. he’s scared because Izuku is surpassing him, he’s scared because Izuku got All Might’s attention–the one person they both admired most. 

he’s scared because his entire world has turned upside down, and he has no idea what to do anymore.

this fight is almost an exact parallel to their first one earlier in the series. 

the above is a comparison between chapter 10 and chapter 119. 

the dialog is almost exactly the same. Bakugou is still talking about Izuku looking down on him, and Izuku is still explaining how much Bakugou inspires him. the only major difference now, is that they’re finally listening to each other.

here, and in the above panel, Bakugou and Izuku are finally paying attention to each other’s words in regards to themselves. yes, they’re both emotionally charged, but no longer blindingly so–they’e finally listening to what the other is saying.

which is what this entire fight is about. them finally understanding each other. finally doing something that they should’ve done 10 years ago. 

it’s only up until this fight that Bakugou stops being in denial about everything. about Izuku’s progress, about his own securities, and about the affect his actions have. it’s a first step of progress for him.

there’s been miscommunication on both parts–however, Bakugou reacted much more violently and badly in regards to it. nothing justifies his abuse and bullying of Izuku. but this is exactly why it started. 

this fight is about them baring their emotions and clearing the air. and finally, finally, Bakugou will understand that Izuku had never once looked down on him. 

this is something that’s weighed down on him since he was 4 years old. many of his insecurities can be traced back to that moment. 

Bakugou was never jealous of Izuku. he feared him. he feared what Izuku could possibly do, and tried his damnedest to keep him from achieving it. he feared and hated being looked down upon. and once they got to UA, he feared Izuku’s progress. he feared being left behind. he feared that everything he ever believed in was wrong, and that Izuku was right all along.

for Bakugou, this has never been about jealousy. it’s always been about fear.

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Breathe

Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,361

Cassie’s Classics Challenge - “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin


“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.

“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.

“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need a little confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.

Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.

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BTS Single Dads

*Gif is not mine

This one……..got away from me a lil’. ^^;

Single Dad!AU - Part One - Part Two - Part Three -

Jin

  • has a little girl who is most definitely Daddy’s Little Princess™
  • wears tiaras and tutus at her tea parties and OWNS IT
  • lets her help him w/ the simple things when he cooks
  • like washing the vegetables or taste testing
  • there won’t b a day where jin hasn’t made her the best lunch
  • is the dad all the moms look like w/ heart eyes
  • he cries the first day of day care
  • bc wow…….his baby has grown so much
  • she is 3 seokjin chill
  • doesnt know what to do w/o his bundle of joy
  • b u z z e d  when it’s time to pick up his princess
  • spots his daughter skipping out but damn near has a heart attack
  • his baby……his LITTLE GIRL was HOLDING HANDS with a BOY THAT WASN’T HIM
  • calm yourself seokjin he is a child
  • “Who’s that pretty girl you’re holding hands with, sweetie?”
  • your voice chimes from behind him, going over to the two toddlers and affectionately rubbing your son’s head
  • jin freezes and watches you like…..hey………you’re kinda cute………
  • snaps out of it when his daughter sees him and squeals
  • your eyes settle on jin and youre like wow he’s so handsome no wonder his kid’s beautiful??????
  • you shyly introduce yourself to him and he does the same
  • then his daughter’s askin him if she can go play with her new friend at the park
  • now jin’s lookin at two sets of puppy eyes and your pretty smile
  • next thing he knows these little play dates become regular whenever his schedule is free
  • n you and him begin to spend time together after dropping your kids off
  • have lil dates of your own when he doesn’t have shoots n you don’t have work
  • don’t realize how close you’ve become/how you feel about each other until one day your son calls him ‘dad’ n later on in the day his daughter calls you ‘mommy’
  • neither of you bother correcting them????
  • so you just melt into this family unit wordlessly and it all just slips into place, you take care of his daughter whenever his idol life takes up his time
  • all you know is that if anything were to happen to that man or his daughter, you’d b right there by his side
  • you know that he feels the same

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Phil loves to watch dans ass bounce while they fuck

  Author’s Note: I couldn’t stop thinking about that big sean song while i wrote this lmao                                                                                                                  “knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back”                                              also when i was trying to type babe i accidentally typed abe and i kept picturing abraham lincoln it was horrid (611 words) 

Phil smirked when Dan moaned and arched his back, leaning into the fingers Phil was currently thrusting in and out of his slick hole. “That’s it babe, fuck yourself on my fingers,” he goaded. Dan moaned and nodded, fucking back on Phil’s stilled fingers. “Want you to fuck me, Phil… C’mon I’m ready..”, Dan begged, rolling his eyes slightly at the way Phil’s gaze was transfixed on his ass. “Stop staring and fuck me already,” he complained.

 A satisfying crack filled the air as Phil yanked his fingers out of Dan’s hole and spanked him firmly. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He chuckled, grabbing Dan’s thighs and pushing them further apart. “Love this ass, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you regret begging for it.”

 Dan wiggled his hip teasingly and looked back at his boyfriend, “Try me,” he challenged, raising an eyebrow and smiling. Phil shook his head but couldn’t help the smile that was tugging at his lips. He shuffled further forward and settled himself behind Dan, tugging his pants off and stroking his cock quickly with his still slick hand before lining himself up with Dan’s rim and thrusting in.

 Barely giving the younger boy any time to adjust to the large stretch, Phil started pounding into him, one hand on his hip and the other between his shoulder blades pushing him down against the bed. “Fuck! Phil!” Dan whined, wiggling until his hand was beneath him and gripping his length, stroking himself in time with Phil’s thrusts. “That’s good. Touch yourself for me, Dan. Make yourself come on my cock.”

 Phil ran a hand down the boy’s back and refocused his gaze on Dan’s ass, his eyes traveling from where his cock was pounding in and out to where it was bouncing and jiggling every time Phil’s hips slammed into him. This was pretty much his favorite part of fucking Dan. The way his boyfriend’s ass jiggled and he clenched around him, the way he would occasionally look back at Phil with that faux innocent smile, teasing him with his eyes until a particularly hard thrust made his expression crumple back into lust. He loved that.

 “Gonna come, Phil.. Oh my god…”, Dan moaned, moving his hand rapidly over his cock and rocking back into every one of Phil’s thrusts. “Come for me then. You know I won’t stop though,” he reminded, knowing that would just push Dan even closer to the edge. He was right. Dan whimpered at the thought of Phil fucking into him long after he was finished, holding him in place and ignoring his pathetic noises as the man’s cock brushed his spot.

 “Fuck- fuck! Ahh.. -Phil!”, Dan babbled, coming over his hand and squirming in Phil’s grip. He kept a hand on himself until it was too much and then collapsed into the bed, his hips being held up by Phil while the man continued to fuck him. “Good boy, Dan,” Phil praised, panting and nearing the edge himself.

 Dan was now letting out strained whines that sounded arousingly close to sobs as Phil fucked him, and he turned his head to watched as Phil gripped his hips even tighter than before and stilled, coming into his waiting hole. “Shit..”, he swore, fucking into Dan through his orgasm before pulling out and sighing, running his hands soothingly down the back of the boy’s thighs.

 Dan crumpled into a sleepy pile on the bed and whined a bit as Phil huffed out a laugh and teased him, “Do you regret begging now?”

  Dan assessed the pain that was begging to settle in his back and ass. “Not even a little bit.”

are you drunk, mrs. lahey?

Originally posted by lovershub

a night out with the girls takes a surprising turn of events, and isaac’s not likely to deny his wife what she wants. (humor/smut)

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Apologize [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Can you write a Rick x reader where the reader is best friends with Carl and she has the hugest crush on Rick and one day, when Rick gets mad at her she mumbles ‘Sorry daddy’ and Rick hears? Smut please? With daddy!kink?

Ask and ye shall receive, nonnie! I hope you enjoy! xx

Warnings: Choking, Daddy Kink, Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex (pls don’t do this)

Words: 2,739

A/N: I am so sorry I haven’t written anything in forever. But, HERE take some glorious filth to make up for it. Get ya holy water ready, you’re gonna need it. 

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Stan Uris Imagine

Originally posted by scerek

The gang was standing around watching Eddie finish bandaging up the new kid, Ben Hanscom, since he got attacked by Henry Bowers and his group of idiots. I turned and looked at Bill with a smile on my face as he just came back from talking to Beverly. I start to zone out as I hear the boys talk about Bill and Bev’s kiss in the third grade play.

My mind wanders off to Stan. Just thinking about him puts a smile on my face along with a slight blush. Bev was the only one who knew of my crush on Stanley Issac Uris, the boy I’ve known since kindergarten and had a crush on since second grade. He’s one of the sweetest boys I know besides Bill. His sassy remarks and kind heart made me fall for him even more.

I snap out of my thoughts as I heard Richie say “More like who’d she do. I hear the list is longer than my wang.”

I roll my eyes as I see Richie grab his non existent “wang” in exaggeration. Everyone looks at him in annoyance. I’m about to tell him to shut up when Stan speaks up and says, “That’s not saying much.”

I start to giggle and with a smile on my face I accidentally blurt, “Oh my god I’m so in love with you.”

My eyes widen as I realize what I just said and feel my face start to become red. Everyone had a look of shock except for Ben. Ben had a confused look on his face as he didn’t know what was remotely going on. I could have almost laughed at Richie’s expression but I couldn’t show emotion except embarrassment at the moment. Richie looked as shocked as if I had told him I’m friends with Henry Bowers. I don’t dare look at Stanley, who is standing right next to me.

“H-ha! I got you guys! I um need to c-catch up with Bev!” I spit out flustered. I quickly jogged out of the alleyway as fast as I could. I leaned against the wall and put my face in my hands, silently screaming of embarrassment. I heard a “what the fuck” from Richie and that put a light smile on my face. I took a deep breath as I run to go catch up with Bev.

Back in the alleyway, all the boys looked at Stan who had a smile on his face showing his dimple. Richie looked at Eddie and said, “Totally did not see that coming.”

“Yeah I could tell. Your mouth was basically touching the ground and I thought your eyes were going to bug out of your head.” Eddie comments.

Stan looked at Bill with that smile and Bill smiled back knowing the girl Stan liked since third grade felt the same.

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Part 2 - https://xximperioxx.tumblr.com/post/165738413096/stan-uris-imagine-part-2-part-one

Part 3 - https://xximperioxx.tumblr.com/post/165774028246/stan-uris-imagine-part-3-i-mentally-groan-as-stan

Part 4- https://xximperioxx.tumblr.com/post/165842942836/stan-uris-imagine-part-4-i-found

Part 4.5 - https://xximperioxx.tumblr.com/post/165843290861/stan-uris-imagine-part-45

hi! This is my first imagine and idk if it’s good or not. Also I just went off of my memory with this scene so I apologize. Feedback would be great! If you want more you can send in requests (the losers club only please). If you guys want a part 2 I would be more than happy to write it. Thanks for reading! Xx

Muse

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst (it will contain smut in the next parts)

a/n: The story will have another part. So dont worry, im not cutting you off

Description:Jungkook is a  photography major in collaage. Every girl likes him yet he only has eyes for his camera, until he -even tho he hasnt realized it yet-  finds his muse.

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Sweet Tears Pt.4

Jungkook x Reader {Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au!} (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Violence, Blood, Hinting at Abuse

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 7k+

**Okay, this wasn’t at all how this chapter was supposed to be, but~ it’s how it is now. Anywhoo~ I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please~ tell me how you guys feel about it.

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Previously: Once at the apartment, you opened the trunk and back seat, grabbing as many bags as you could. Suddenly, you found it hard to carry what you had taken, your grip starting to loosen. Looking at Jungkook, you saw him having a hard time, struggling to keep everything in his hands.. Walking into the hallway, you felt everything slipping. You were sure you were going to drop the items, Jungkook unable to do anything with his hands full as well. Bracing yourself for the crash of everything you closed your eyes, waiting to hear it all fall. After you waited for a second, nothing  happened. Slowly you opened your eyes, shocked to see who had save everything from the ground.

The leopard hybrid and girl from earlier this morning


Your eyes locked with the leopards, not breaking away even for a second. You got lost in their color; various shades of blue and gray, resembling that of the icy world his hybrid genes came from. As you looked into them, they didn’t hold the same anger they had in the mall, instead they looked soft, almost gentle as he looked you over.

He gazed into your eyes, just as curious about you as you were about him. You reminded him of his owner, not holding the same entitled stare that other hybrid owners held. You seemed smart, someone with a lot of knowledge in their head, yet there was a hint of ignorance hidden within too. For a second, that’s all that you both did, analyzing each other from what you could see.

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Bad Puppy : Taehyung Werewolf AU!

Originally posted by qweentae

Kim Taehyung Smut! Dom Tae! Sub Reader! Werewolf AU! Smutty smut smut.


Your boyfriend had always managed to be in control of his werewolf senses in order to keep you safe and his hyungs unhurt. But what happens when his uncontrollable heat occurs right after his comeback performance and you jut so happen to be wearing his favorite dress? ;)

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You watched your boyfriend strongly perform his comeback for “Not Today”, obviously proud and a little turned on by your boyfriends powerful moves. He seemed to be having the time of his life till you noticed something wasn’t quite right.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see him make a few gestures, inferring that he was in some sort of pain. You continued to watch him carefully, and  that’s when you noticed it. His eyes were turning from his usually sweet brown to bright yellow.

“Shit”, you mumbled. Walking over to the side of the stage to see the boys finish up their performance.

“Come on baby , your almost done, finish strong then run off, you can do it, control it”, you pleaded as you desperately tried getting one of the boys attention.

“Chong, jujun,Balsa”, the song finally ended as you made eye contact with namjoon, him reacting to your worried expression.

You then mouthed “ his heat” vigorously pointing to tae. Namjoon then looked at tae, tae panting heavily, gripping onto namjoons jacket for dear life.

“Hyung, I need to get out of here”, Tae growled, panic spreading through Namjoon’s body.

Namjoon then looked at you sending you a slight nod, meaning they were ready to abort mission. You then ran off to the van, they used for tae if this sort of thing were to possibly occur. Waiting for your lover to arrive you grabbed the chains that were secured in the van.

The door swung open as tae crawled inside, Namjoon giving you a worried look, you nodding as if saying “ I got this”, him closing the door. A groan escaping tae’s lips as you locked the doors and told the driver to step on the gas. 

You quickly grabbed his wrists to wrap the chains around him, only to be tackled down onto the seat, a yelp escaping your lips.

“Tae, baby”, You whispered in fear. He didn’t say anything,as he dipped his face into the side of your neck. You grabbed onto his shoulders tightly. “Control it “, you said, unsure of what was to happen next.

“(Y/N)”, he growled, as his fingers ghosted down your body frame.” This is my favorite dress of yours”, he said before yanking it up above your waist, exposing your black laced thong.

You yelped at his sudden action, pushing at his shoulder’s. “Baby you need to…”, you stopped as he interrupted you.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down”, he growled, now completely ripping your dress apart. Your eyes widened at his strength, this was the first time you’ve experienced his heat away from home. This was dangerous; no chains, no face mask, and no basement separating the two of you. 

No matter how dangerous this situation was, the way he was being with you turned you on. He was always so sweet with you whenever you two had sex, while he was always dominant, he was never this rough with you, and it turned you on , so much. 

“You like this don’t you kitten?” he growled deeply, “you like how rough i’m being, I can smell how wet your getting”, he said as he roughly grinned his pelvis into yours, earning a moan from you.

“And don’t call me baby, i’m daddy tonight”, he said before ripping off his clothes, connecting his lips roughly to your neck.

“Baby”, you moaned. Completely ignoring his request. He grunted flipping you over, smacking your ass roughly, earning another yelp from you.

“What was that kitten? I don’t believe that’s what I said you can call me tonight”. he growled smacking your ass again, you gasping; his actions turning you on even more.

“Daddy, i’m sorry daddy, i’ll be a good kitten”, you moaned. His spanking making you wetter by the minute. He gripped your hair roughly, turning you around, still on your hands and knees. His dick was now right in front of your face, throbbing harder than you’ve ever seen it before. You licked your lips at the sight, squeezing you thighs together to release the aching. 

He looked down at you, “such a cock slut”, he barked. “Open that mouth so I can fuck those pretty lips of yours” he ordered, pressing his cock against your mouth. 

The second you parted your lips, he forced himself into you mouth, fully pushing himself in, making you choke around his thick length. Your hands rested on his thighs as you looked up at him with teary eyes. He groaned/howled at the feeling of your throat clenching around his cock, turning you on more than you already were. 

“That’s right kitten let me fuck those lips of yours, such a good cock slut”, he growled as he started pounding into your mouth.

You had a feeling that this was going to be his way of releasing his heat tension so you let me fuck your mouth. Not only did his barbaric actions turn you on, but his harsh words did as well. You were definitely a cock slut for him and you loved the way he looked when he got off too you. 

After a few minutes of him brutally fucking your mouth he pulled out, you whining at the sudden loss of contact.

He sat back in his seat, looking you in the eyes,” come here and ride daddy, kitten”, he said his canines, looking smaller than they did when he first got into the car.

You applauded yourself, the sex was working, and you sure as hell weren’t complaining. 

You positioned yourself above his cock, slowly sliding down his shaft; moans leaving both of your mouths, filling up the car as much as his cock was filling you up. 

You started moving a reasonable pace, to get use to his size, earning moans from your lover. His hands moved to you hips, pushing you down onto his cock. “Faster”, he moaned, you quickening your speed. “Faster” he repeated, your hips now moving faster to fit his needs. 

“I said faster goddammit”, he yelled as he started pounding into you himself. You holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he thrusted into you with such force that would have send you flying into the ceiling of the car. 

“Fuuuuuccccckkkk”, you moaned/yelled, your walls clenching around his cock. “Daddy i’m gonna cum”, you whined loudly, throwing your head back.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until i say you can”, he barked, pounding into you in an inhumanly speed, chasing his own high. 

After a minute of you holding back your orgasm he finally approached his.

“Now”, he barked. The two of you screaming out each others pet names as you both came harder onto/into each other than ever before. You both clung onto each other, coming down from your highs. You looked into his eyes, his eyes now returning to his lovely shade of brown as you smiled at him, giving him a light kiss on his lips.

“Baby… i’m sorry if I was too rough”, he said with a guilty tone in his voice, scared that he might have harmed you.

You giggled, a confused expression appearing on his face. 

“Please be that rough more often daddy”, you purred into his ear. Him blushing and holding you closer as the car came to a stop. 

“Oh my god … we were fucking in the back of a van”, you said, embarrassed that the driver would judge you highly. 

“Okay kids, here’s your stop.” the driver said as he looked back at the two of you quickly covering yourselves. 

“And just some advice honey”, the driver said looking at you. “Take a long shower, your sure going to feel that in the morning”. He said with a slight smile, you covering your face in embarrassment. Your boyfriend laughing at the situation.

“And you”, he said to Tae as he stepped out of the car. “You better treat her like a queen after the damage you did to her walking schedule”. Tae only laughed as he pulled you close.

“I sure will”. he said closing the door, leaving butterfly kisses on your cheek. 

“ My queen”, he mumbled onto your cheek, causing you to giggle.

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Authors note! 

I hope you guy’s liked this one ;) 

Please let me know if you want any similar stories like this one, with other members. or other band’s!

masturbate + mgc

(gif made by the lovely @punksos​ x)

> synopsis ~ best friend michael walks in on u masturbating, and well… u get what happens next
> word count ~ 3280
> requested? ~ no
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You kicked the duvet off yourself and pushed your hair away from your forehead, catching the mirror of the moon on the line of your wrist. It began with a little thought at 11PM – just a salacious bedtime story for you to fall asleep. You expected it to remain as such, until the thought swelled into something a lot more, swelled directly into the pit of your stomach, and between your thighs. It would’ve been an easy job done, any other day. It would’ve only taken you to shuffle off your pyjama bottoms and spread yourself across the mattress, but there was a problem. There was Michael.

Michael slept in the room beside you, probably fast asleep as the night shied into 3AM. You were caught up watching a film, and before you knew, it was too late for him to head home. The walls were paper thin, which meant he would probably hear every sound you make if you were to try and relieve yourself. Your stomach tightened its knot once you let the whisper of his image into your mind. He would be shirtless, as he slept – entwined in your bed sheets, bed sheets that you have slept in before. You hoped he knew – you hoped your scent was still on the pillow, and touched his naked chest and kissed his sleeping face. You knew yourself he wouldn’t think so profoundly about every little thing about you as you did him. He was the goddamn reason you couldn’t sleep – the secret you kept to yourself as you dreamed of him pressing his lips down in places he’d never seen of yours.

Staring up at the ceiling, you bite your lip, playing with the waistband of your pyjamas and snapping it against your hipbone. It was one swift movement, when you pulled them off your ankles and opened your legs up, leaving your cheeks flushed, your thighs smeared with your own wetness, and the air from the window cracked ajar erupting hairs across your lower half. You told yourself you wouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t – it was too risky, having him less than five large strides away from your room. It was funny how you persisted to tell yourself not to, while your fingers teased down past your navel and between your thighs.

When your middle finger met your clit, your teeth met your bottom lip. It was already wet, from dragging up from your slit, and you sighed, reaching your arm beneath your pillow as you stretched into your own touch. Michael swept into your mind behind your closed eyes, how the softness of his voice could be lulling you into a state of daze. You released the tension you held over your clit and flicked the pad of your finger over the small bud, your riposte a buck of the hips and a strung out whine. Pushing your face into the pillow, you slid your finger across your slit, biting your lip and shutting your eyes as you curled a digit into yourself. Holding your breath, you thrust your finger in and out slowly, then picked up pace once you were wet enough to let you put another in if you wanted. A deep pump choked a thick moan out of you, and having moved your head from the pillow, it fell into you room – open, lewd, and shameless.

You didn’t bother to hide yourself, and the dream of Michael consumed you hard enough for you to nearly pull the sheets off your bed in your delight. Moving your finger out from inside you, a dull sense of pleasure blossomed into your stomach, and your eyes half-lidded opened to meet your bedroom door – now swung open completely in contrast to the small crack you left before – with Michael, standing with a thumb hanging out of the pocket in his sweatpants and an expression you couldn’t quite read in the darkness. Your cheeks felt hot, and you froze, brain not working quick enough to pull the duvet over your naked legs.

“Michael, what the fuck?” you finally said after a while, and he shook his head, reaching over and turning on the light. It sent your eyes out of focus, but you ripped the duvet of yourself and held it there. An eyebrow raised, an amused grin spread his lips. You couldn’t look him in the eye. That couldn’t have just happened. Oh, my God. “Don’t you knock? The door was closed!”

“I heard you saying my name.” He offered a one armed shrug, leaning against your doorway and gracing his gaze on you, unmoving. You kept your head turned, mostly so he couldn’t see the sweat shining over your warm face. He stepped into your room, and closed the door. “Now, you’ve woken me up.”

You closed your eyes, inhaled, and placed your hand on the crown of your forehead, trying to calm your breathing as much as you could. His voice was so soft. It was sleepy and gentle, words slurring over each other and clashing, although his gaze was wide and awake. He ambled over, and sat on the bed, right beside your legs, which were luckily hidden beneath the quilt. You tried making yourself feel better of the situation at hand. Everyone masturbates. It’s normal. Michael probably got walked in on by someone, too. Just, unfortunately, not you.

“Go to bed, Michael.” You leaned over to pick up your pyjama bottoms from the side of the bed, right beside where the bed dipped in favour of Michael. He touched your waist, and you were close enough to him to hear him release a deep breath once his fingers met your spine. Your hand trembled when it fell on top of your missing clothes, and you turned your face; his breath met your cheek. “Michael…”

“Y/N.” He moved closer, managing to wrap his arm around you, now. His nose bumped your cheek, and you closed your eyes, smelling the sleep and shower gel clinging to his skin. Your hand faltered by your pyjama bottoms, and you rested it somewhere nearby – which happened to be Michael’s thigh. You nearly moved it away, but he kept it there with his own hand. “Come on. I heard you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. You had your finger all pressed up in your–”

“Michael,” you stopped him, but didn’t shift from his grip. “You can’t – don’t tease me like this.”

An airy laugh left his mouth. “You’re getting wet again, aren’t you?” The hand he had atop yours released, and he found your bare leg beneath the covers. It travelled to spread your knees, and you shivered under his cold hands. “I want to touch you, Y/N. I wanna make you feel better than you thought I could.”

You pursed your lips as his hand slid up your calf and touched the soft skin on your thigh. “Please. If you aren’t going to finish me off, don’t make me want you to.”

He laughed gently, the sound rumbling from his throat into a quiet breath. “Who said I wasn’t going to?”

When you turned your head, you kissed. It was impulsive. It was hot. Your hand moved up his neck and into his hair, like you knew your way around him perfectly without a second thought. His thumbs pushed your face up so he wouldn’t spend a single second not kissing you, and your mind was consumed with him. You remembered earlier in the evening, when it begun to rain, and the windows were covered in teary drops, how you sat so close to him, with your fingers barely touching, and neither of you daring to look away from the screen and at each other. It was an immature game you played, where you couldn’t admit to something as simple as a little crush, and now you were in your bed, spread across the mattress with the same boy holding you. Pushing the duvet away from the two of you, he shifted between your legs, parting from your mouth to peer down at your bare hips on his clothed.

“Jesus,” he whispered, and lifted up the hem of your shirt so he could run his fingers over the soft flesh of your stomach. Shivering, you inhaled, the scent of yourselves mixed together flooding you. His fingers, as usual, were cold, and pressed carefully and unfamiliarly across your body. His eyes flicked up to meet yours – green and dancing, rejoicing at the sight of you. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to be this close to you? Hmm?”

He slid both hands to the back of your thighs, and gripped you close to him, his mouth finding the column of your throat and embellishing it with wet kisses that made your head twirl. You sighed, whether out of delight or pure relief of having Michael here, you weren’t sure, and said, “too long.”

His lips met the flesh between your jaw and your throat, and you took in a sharp breath, your hand travelling up the muscles across his back and playing with the shirt covering them. Cupping your hips, you felt him smile against your skin, and you couldn’t help yourself from smiling, too. This is Michael, you reminded yourself, stretching your arms out across the mattress and closing your eyes, feeling him move away from your neck before capturing your mouth for a kiss once again. This is all you’ve wanted, and more. You didn’t need to tell yourself – you knew. He knew. It wasn’t much of a secret to either of you.

Carefully, he sat up, and you followed suit, your legs split between his hips. You both went to reach for the hem of his shirt at the same time, and when your gazes met, you let out a soft laugh, kneeling to tug it off his head. The backs of your fingers swept against his chest, and he bit his lip, pulling you in enough for your hands to grip his shoulders to keep balance. You watched each other, and everything was registering in your brain slowly, savouring every glance, every moment, every brush of skin between you. Your palms moved over his milky white chest, and you leaned back a little, enough to see the shy blush rising in his cheeks.

“Your hands feel nice,” he said gently, setting his own over yours. You stopped, but he pushed them down, letting you familiarise yourself with him, letting you map over the cities in his skin, the countries on his collarbones, and the stars in his eyes. You could hear the wind spreading the curtains apart, and your reached around his waist, nearing yourself to him. His fingers found your hair. “You’re so pretty, you know? The prettiest. You’re the prettiest.”

Smiling, you pulled back, tracing your finger along the waistband of his sweatpants. “You’re such a charmer.”

“Only for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t hide the heat spreading beneath your face. Lifting your shirt up, you threw it off the side of the bed, where it met Michael’s. Your breasts were bare, and met the cool air in your room between your chest and his. He kissed you one more time, laying you down with his fingers resting at the bottom of your back. Your legs wrapped around him, and he pecked across your collarbones, his lips hovering over your breast. His breath hardened your nipples, and you pushed his dark hair away from his forehead, regarding his eyes as you nodded at him, and he kissed over your chest gently. He made sure to be tentative, gouging your reaction with every move so he knew you were enjoying it. His lips were petal soft, and covered your nipples perfectly, slowly running down your stomach and onto your thighs. You pressed them together, not to block him, but to ease the tension between them. His palm slid beneath your hips, the other parting your legs between him. It was then you realised you were even wetter than ever.

He raised a smug eyebrow at you, and you flushed. “So wet already?” he said.

Biting your lip, you didn’t break his gaze. “I was touching myself before, remember?”

“And whom were you thinking about?”

Your eyes shifted along his face, and you smiled coyly, your fingers meeting his on your hipbone. He still had his right hand resting on your inner thigh, now lying on his stomach with his mouth achingly close to your centre. His tongue travelled along your centre, and you bit harder down on your lip, taking a fistful of the bed sheets in your hand. He took your clit in your mouth, playing with it and pulling back once again. You exhaled, tangling your hand in his hair to pull him closer to you, but he resisted, adamant at going at his own pace, to tease and fulfil every fibre in you aching for him. His tongue swirled over your sex, and you felt his spit run down between your thighs and he tasted you.

Every moment of pressure he placed on your clit, your legs tried relaxing and pressing together, but he kept them open, his thumbs drawing circles on your skin. A knot blossomed into your stomach and you moaned, gritting your teeth and lifting your hips off the bed, attempting to grind onto his mouth. It was a futile effort, and you both knew that. He had full control over you, and you absolutely loved it. Tugging back, he licked your clit gently, and when you glanced down, his eyes were locked on yours, daring you to do something. Daring you to cum before he lets you do so. You hold your breath, keeping yourself back until he tells you you’re allowed to cum. It was an unspoken rule, but his stance and approach already let you know he wanted your orgasm to belong to him.

“Fuck, oh, Michael–” You failed saying his name coherently, and your mouth stuttered. “Mikey.”

He groaned against you, and your stomach tightened, along with your grip on the duvet. “That’s it, baby. You like it when I do this, don’t you?” He leaned in again, striping a long lick before sucking hard on your clit. Your heart picked up, and you reached your arms up, pressing your palms onto your forehead. He gazed up at you, moving away from your core with a content sigh and the lick of lips. “Fucking hell, princess. You taste so good. And you’re shaking.” He cradled your thigh in one hand. “Yeah? You liked it that much?”

You nodded, lacing the sheets between your fingers. Frustration welled up between your legs at being unable to cum, but when Michael started to slip off his sweatpants, you perked up. Despite your weak legs, you sat up, draping yourself over his crotch and looking up at him. His eyes were half lidded, his cock hard against his wrist. Taking your hand, he ran it over his shaft, and his breath hitched. You shared one more adoring look before you took it on yourself, touching his member and running your finger over the tip. He was warm, and rather obviously grew harder just in your grip, as you pumped your hand up and down. His hips bucked up, and a rumble of a moan spilled out of his mouth. You smiled, leaning down and running your tongue across his member, your lips landing on the bottom of his shaft as you sucked it. He gasped, and his hand went to the back of your head.

“Y/N, oh,” he mumbled underneath his breath. “Oh, my fucking God.”

You continued what you did, then trailed your lips to his tip once again, taking him in whole until his cock hit the back of your throat. He hummed pleasantly, pushing your hair from your face so he could watch you. It was never a secret he found you beautiful, but it was also something he would never care to admit. Nothing to throw off the balance of your friendship, although it was blatant everything was fuelled by tamed lust and longing looks. You bobbed your head up and popped your lips off him, and he hissed, his nails leaving crescents in your shoulders. When he tensed up, all the way from his stomach to his cock, you pulled away, licking your lips and propping yourself up on your arms. He throbbed, red at the tip, and a vein protruding over the side.

Something passed between you, and he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “You want to do this?”

Your hand found his over your face, and you barely had to think twice. “Of course.”

It was a gentle exchange, and he lifted you up so you lay with your back pressed against your mattress, which was still warm from where Michael was before. Despite you being so unfamiliar with his body, and his with yours, when the space between your thighs filled up with him, it felt right. It felt like you knew what you were doing, and there was nothing new with what was happening. You both sighed once he entered you, and he kissed your neck ever so softly, adding to the swell in your heart. He began to thrust, and reached down to circle your clit with his middle finger. Back arching off the bed, you lost your hand in his hair, an overwhelming feeling of delight overtaking you.

“Mikey,” you whimpered in his ear, and he let out a long held groan, gripping your hips, and picking up his speed. A harsh burst of pleasure occurred in your lower stomach, and a sound rose out from your throat as his fingers linked with yours and pushed your hand beside your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips, willing him in deeper. “Y-you’re so thick, oh fuck.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked, not straying with his mouth too far from your skin. His kisses were light along your shoulder, then finally, on your mouth. “Because it feels so good for me.”

“Yes.” A surprising jolt shook your voice, and Michael slammed harder into you, his fingers tracing your ribcage. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He lifted your legs, grunting and pumping himself harder. You felt him hit your G-Spot and inclined off the bed, swearing until he stopped you with another thrust. You were a mess between the mattress and the duvet, half of the bed sheets drooping onto the floor beside your clothes, and nothing else flooding the room other than your shared moans. You held onto his shoulders, which flexed every time he moved deeper inside you.

“So deep,” you whispered. “I think I’m close.”

“Me too, baby.” He rubbed your clit faster. “With me, okay? Come on, sweetheart. You’ve got me so hard.”

He fucked you harder into the mattress, until a lurch of inexplicable euphoria threw you off, and you were meeting his chest with yours and whining for him to cum with you. He did, after a moment, and pulled out, lying beside you and moving his sweaty fringe from his forehead. You kept your eyes closed, unsure whether you would be able to meet his gaze without blushing. He turned around to face you, propping himself onto his elbow and coasted his lips across your cheek. He shifted so he could kiss your mouth, and without much more persuasion, you leaned in, and wrapped your arms around him.

“Stay here for the night,” you murmured.

Chuckling, he reciprocated. “I wasn’t planning on leaving, anyway.”

peach-uyu  asked:

haii!! can you pleasepleaseplease do a friends to lover with I.M?? + i lovE all your monsta x scenarios (actually, all of your scenarios are love) like the way you write them is just so cute, reading them make my heart flutter every time asdfghj thank you in advance! ♡

thank you so much!!! find shownu’s ver (here)

  • you and changkyun work at the same hole in the wall cafe that literally like fifteen people know of at best and you guys are the only two baristas??? and it’s like,,,,,,,,
  • at first it was kind of awkward but it turns out you guys are two goofballs who always play the weirdest music when the boss isn’t around and make faces at each other when the only customers aren’t paying attention
  • and basically you guys click,,,,,like super well,,,,,,,
  • plus you see each other three days a week for nine hours sooo it’s hard not to bond
  • so it’s no shock you guys end up liking each other enough to hangout even when you don’t have shifts,,,,,,and you know get to know more about each other
  • and it’s one morning when you’re coming in to open the cafe and usually changkyun meets you at the door but??? today he’s not around so you just shrug and assume he called off work,,,,but that’s weird because he would have texted you about it
  • and as you walk in you start putting all the chairs down and writing the menu on the chalkboard when suddenly you go behind the register and almost jump so high you hit the ceiling because,,,,,,,,,
  • there’s changkyun,,,,,,curled up into a ball,,,,,,,under the counter
  • and you can tell it’s him by the top of his head and the fact that he’s got what looks like a freaking hello kitty blanket thrown over him 
  • and you’re like uHH CHANGKYUN???? and he wakes up so suddenly he bangs his head on the top of counter and is like OW oh my GOD why did you YELL
  • and you’re like because dummy you’re ??? sleeping under the freaking register????? of the cafe?????? we work at??????
  •  and he finally crawls his long body from underneath and stands up,, rubbing his head
  • and you notice he’s still wearing his apron from work and you’re like???? changkyun what’s going on???? did you drink too much and just pass out here or are you,,,,,,,,
  • and you look up at you friend and can see the dark shadow over his expression and you’re like,,,,oh my god changkyun,,,did you get kicked out????
  • and he just tries to laugh but it’s so obviously strained and he’s like don’t worry!!!! but you’re like changkyun,,,,,you can’t live in here,,,,,,,
  • and he’s like why not,,,,,i have everything!! my bed under the counter and unlimited coffee!!!
  • and you know he’s making a joke but you frown and you’re like “dude,,,,,,you need to shower and sleep not curled up like that ok? you can stay at my place until you figure stuff out.” 
  • and changkyun throws up his hands as if to say he couldn’t do that but you shove one of the muffins from the display case into his mouth and you’re like “don’t argue. eat this, and let’s open up the cafe.”
  • and for the rest of the day you don’t bring it up and neither does changkyun and,,,,,,finally at closing you’re like “do you have to pick something up from your house?” and he’s shaking his head and shows you that he’s already got all his stuff in his duffel bag and as you’re on the subway you’re like seriously changkyun,,,,,you could just tell me you needed somewhere to crash,,,,i thought we were close
  • and changkyun shrugs and mumbles that he couldn’t even tell his other friends,,,,,,not even jooheon or shownu,,,,,,and you wonder what happened but don’t try to pry
  • and when you guys are finally in your apartment you let changkyun borrow some blankets and stuff for the couch and you’re like ill make some tea 
  • and when you hand changkyun the cup you sit down beside him and it’s silent,,,,,,until suddenly changkyun puts the cup down and apologizes out of the blue
  • and you’re like ?????? what are you on now i said it’s fi-
  • but he shakes his head and he’s like “no, im sorry for not telling you i needed help. for not trusting you. you’re important to me, i - i didn’t want to look like something less in your eyes” and you’re like ?????? something less what does that mean we’re friend changk-
  • but when changkyun’s eyes meet yours you stop and changkyun is like “that’s the thing, i don’t want us to be just friends forever and who’d want to date some loser who got kicked out of house?” 
  • the usually gleeful, playful changkyun is gone and now you’re seeing his serious side, his deep voice dropping even lower and,,,,,the words he’s saying,,,,,,,, “date some loser” ,,,,,, it takes you a moment
  • and you set your own cup down that’s began to shake in your hand and you’re like “i didn’t know,,,,,,that’s how you felt.” and changkyun shrugs,,,,,trying to act like he didn’t just drop that on you,,,,,and he’s like “i know,,,,but im sorry. again. you don’t have to feel the same way and i get it if you want me to lea-”
  • but before he gets up, you put your hand on his and changkyun looks back at you and you’re like “let me finish, i didn’t know that’s how you felt but you don’t know how i feel either. you don’t let the people important to you sleep under counters changkyun.” and he,,,,,,,kind of twitches a bit because,,,,,,are you joking around or-
  • and you can see that hesitation so you prove him wrong by pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing into his lap and letting your mouth find his and changkyun,,,,,
  • changkyun only gasps before you kiss him and then it’s almost like reflex,,,,he pulls you down closer
  • and when’s all said and done,, you find the blanket you’d brought out and throw it over you and changkyun and changkyun is like “oh,,,,are we going to,,,,,,,-” and you’re like “since you’re a guest in my house i need to make sure you’re warm. ill stay here to make sure of just that.”
  • and you cuddle into his chest and changkyun is like legit seeing stars but he’s also like “this is better than under the counter” and you’re like oh my god changkyun go to sleep we work tomorrow you do remember right?
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“You’re My It” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Could you write one (or more) about Dean? Where the reader is Dean’s ex but she got pregnant before the broke up. And Sam or Cas see her and the kid one day and tell Dean, who gets drunk and shows up at her door (with a little help from sweet Cas)?

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Flashbacks are in italics.


You and Dean had officially been together for a year now, but unofficially, it’d been almost your entire life. You were Bobby’s daughter- you grew up together. There had always been something there.

A few years ago, when Dean was cured from being a demon, you were the first person he wanted to tell. That made him realize that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be with you one hundred percent. He loved you. He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially last year.

You’re now standing in your kitchen, finishing up making dinner for your one year anniversary. It’s been a rocky road, and lately, it’s been worse. He’s been distant and gone more, and you admit that you’d grown more emotional and needy. It’s only because you’re pregnant, but Dean doesn’t know that yet. You’re planning on telling him tonight. All you want is a good night with your boyfriend, is that too hard to ask for?

No, it’s not. Which is why you’re busting your ass to make this anniversary perfect. You’re making his favorite dinner, rented his favorite movie, and even found the cutest way to announce your pregnancy. You’re sure he’ll take it well, and that he’ll be excited. His dad was a big part of his life, and one time when he got drunk he had told you that whenever he became a dad he was determined to be a better one.

“Y/N?” A voice came through the door, keys clinking together. Dean’s home.

“Hey babe, I’m in the kitchen!” You call out.

Dean comes into the kitchen, and he looks dead tired. You can see it in his eyes- he’s worn out. He’s stressed, but of course he doesn’t talk to you about it. He doesn’t talk to you about anything lately.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes widen, wandering around the room.

“Yeah, happy one year.” You kiss his cheek.

“Oh.” He furrows his brows. Your stomach sinks. Of course he forgot.

“You seriously forgot?” Your mouth drops a little, sadness filling your heart.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “Look, Y/N…”

“What?” You’re afraid of what he’s going to say. You’ve been feeling it coming for a while, you’ll admit. But now? Tonight? All you can do is hope that he doesn’t.

“I just… I don’t think this, us, is working. You know I love you, but I just think we need some time apart. There’s a lot of shit happening right now, with Lucifer and Chuck and Amara, I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.” Dean says, a look in his eyes you can’t quite read.

You’re silent. There it was. Those words you’ve been dreading.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“I love you. I just need time.” Dean repeated.

-

You’re now walking down the street of the mall, you’re favorite place to go. The mall in Denver was outside, which made it easier to not only enjoy the warm weather, but to push around baby Nina. She loved going on “walks,” which made it easy for you since you loved shopping.

After Dean broke up with you two years ago, you didn’t even bother telling him you were pregnant. If he was too stressed and busy to deal with you, the girl who’d practically been with him his entire life, he certainly couldn’t handle a baby. So, after you moved out of the bunker, you packed up and moved to a city you’d never even been to before- Denver. You moved into a small apartment, and got a decent job.

Baby Nina is now a year old, and she’s the cutest little thing. She inherited Dean’s looks, right down to the sparking green eyes. She’s beautiful.

You’re about to go into Victoria’s Secret when you see a man down the street staring at you intensely. He has brown hair and a…trench coat?

“Cas?” You say out, not believing your eyes. You haven’t seen Cas since who knows how long. It was before yours and Dean’s breakup, since he was possessed by Lucifer. Actually, now that you think of it, you have no idea how that turned out. He could still be Lucifer for all you know.

Cas is suddenly standing beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. You can tell by just looking at him that this was Cas, and not Lucifer.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you.” You hug him. He stands stiff, but wraps one arm around you after a few minutes.

“Who is this?” Cas looks down at the stroller at Nina, who is now sleeping peacefully.

“Oh. This…” You trail off. There’s no point in lying. “This is my daughter.”

“And she’s Dean’s?”

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg. “He left, it was his choice. He left me.”

“Y/N…”

“Cas, promise me.”

“I… I promise.” Cas sighs.

-

After the encounter with Castiel, you went back to your apartment quickly. That blast into the past was enough for you for the day. It brought back memories you thought you had put behind you.

Nina had just fallen asleep in her crib for the night, so you were finally free to do whatever. You walk into your kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. God knows you need one. You walk over to your living room, turning on the TV to watch whatever was on. Anything would do right now, you just wanted to escape your mind.

You were getting really into the trashy reality TV show that was playing when it happened. He showed up. There was a knocking on the door, and you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. It was probably just your landlord.

You opened the door, and there he was. Dean. You hadn’t seen him since that night. He hasn’t aged one bit, if anything, he looks better. He looks younger, less stressed than he was before. He looked amazing. Of course he did. He’s Dean.

“Cas ratted me out, didn’t he?” You were the first to speak.

“Can I meet her?” He says quietly. You nodded, and let him inside.

You walk him into her bedroom, and he audibly gasps when he sees her. He walks slowly over to her crib, as if he walked any faster a bomb would go off. He takes her hand in his, and a soft smile grows on his face.

“She looks like me.” He whispers. It was dark in the room, but you could swear you saw a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna give you some time.” Your voice comes out shakier than you were wanting, and you exit the room. You walk over to your couch, and sit down shakily. You have no idea what you’re going to tell him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes out of her bedroom. He looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I was going to. The night you left me.” You whisper. “But then after that… You couldn’t handle being a father. You were dealing with Amara, for God’s sake.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, taking you by surprise. Why was he sorry? “I shouldn’t have done that. I let everything that was happening leak into my relationship with you. I messed up. This is all my fault. And now I have a daughter that I don’t even know because of it.” He choked out.

“Dean, its fine. I was mad at first, but seriously, I’ve let it go. I understand now.” You say truthfully.

“Y/N, I still love you, you know that right?” Dean says, a serious look on his face. “After everything was fixed, you were the one person I wanted to come to. But I thought that I couldn’t. I couldn’t face you, not after what I did. I’m hurting, Y/N, I need you. I need to be there for Nina.”

“Dean…”

“I love you so much. You’re it- you’re it for me. You and Nina. You’re my life now. Please, let me be here for you. If you can ever forgive me.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.” A weak smile on your face forms. “I love you too.”

Dean kisses you, so softly that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You bring your hands around his head, bringing him in closer. You missed this, you missed him.

“You’re my it, too, Dean.”