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request a gifset - zuho for @bbybaebsae

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being jealous/insecure when there’s some other girl trying to get with/seems as though they like yoongi. he’ll cut anyone off real quick. + excuse the little grammatical and time errors lol.

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Why not both?

(I got excited and I may have jumped the gun)

Long Way Home

Dude this one was so fun to write. Hopefully everyone likes reading it as much as I liked writing it! I honestly wouldn’t be opposed to making this into a series, but I don’t know how realistic that would be. (Also AYEEE ROSIE FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD GIFS)

Request: can you write something where cal is a nerd, and you’re kinda popular?? lots fluff and just have fun with it !! // Anon! Thanks so much for this one. I hope you love it :)

Title: Long Way Home

Summary: Calum’s been crushing on you for as long as he can remember, but your differences in social status have proven to be a bit of a roadblock. However, things start to change when you approach Calum with a simple proposition.

Words: 2k (WOW this got away from me)

Warnings: None? Maybe a tiny bit of language?

You looked great today. Your hair was impeccable, your outfit was put together perfectly, and as you laughed with your friends across the courtyard, Calum couldn’t help but stare. It sucked, honestly.

He’d been practically in love with you ever since you moved into his neighborhood when you guys were ten. You two were best friends for a while, until middle school, anyway. The problem that presented itself at that point was the fact that you were the cool new girl from another country, causing your popularity to skyrocket. And unfortunately, Calum and his friends were a bit lower on the social pyramid, making any chance of a relationship with you almost unattainable.

“-right, Cal?”

“Huh?” Calum turned to face Michael, blinking out of his reverie. “I mean, uh. Right. Yeah, I agree.”

Michael grinned. “You agree that Mr. Peters is a total babe?”

“What!”

Michael, Luke, and Ashton all burst out laughing, causing Calum’s face and neck to heat up.

“Pay attention to the conversation next time,” said Ashton around his laughter, “instead of staring at Y/N all day like a creeper.”

“Shut up,” Calum muttered. “What were you asking, anyway?”

“We were asking when you were planning on actually talking to Y/N,” said Luke, and Calum elbowed him.

“Very funny.”

“No, in reality we were just asking if we were on for rehearsal tonight,” Ashton explained. “I asked if we were still all set to have it at your house.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calum nodded. “Sure.”

Suddenly Ashton and Michael, who were seated across from Calum and Luke, went quiet, focusing on something behind them. Calum frowned at his friends. “What—”

Michael suddenly began coughing and Ashton smiled at whatever it was behind Calum. “Hey, Y/N!” Calum’s eyes widened and Michael waggled his eyebrows.

“Hey, Ashton,” came the sound of your voice, and Calum almost groaned in annoyance. Just the sound of your voice gave him butterflies.

“How’s your day been?” Michael asked casually, and you stood at the end of the table so that you could see all of them, pressing your palms to the surface and leaning forward slightly.

“Pretty good, thanks, yours?”

Michael replied with a “Good, thanks,” before you turned to Calum.

“Do you wanna walk home today?”

Calum tried to contain his surprise, simultaneously trying to force a blush from creeping up onto his face. “I… what?” He turned around to glance at your friends, to see if they were staring over here and it was all some sort of prank, but they were all laughing or doing homework as if nothing was off.

 You laughed, and once again, Calum’s heart lurched. “Yeah, um, I finished all of my homework and I don’t have soccer today so I figured I’d just head home. I was wondering if you wanted to walk together since we’re neighbors and all.”

“Y-yeah,” Calum stuttered, then cleared his throat. He could feel his friends’ gazes on the two of them, like vultures. “Yeah, I don’t see why not. When were you planning on leaving?”

“Oh, whenever works for you!” you said with another dazzling smile. “I’m up for whenever, but I don’t want to rush you or anything.”

“Actually, we were just finishing up,” Luke chimed in, closing his textbook. The other guys followed his action, packing up their things and clearing the table. Calum wanted to strangle each and every one of them right the and there.

“Perfect,” you said. “I’ll go grab my stuff. Meet you at the main entrance, Cal?” The use of your nickname for him almost made Calum visibly freak out. He was already pretty sure you could hear his heart beating from where you stood.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said as calmly as possible, and with that, you nodded, flashing another smile and saying goodbye to the other guys, and turned to head back to your table. Calum watched your retreating figure before turning back to his friends.

“Guys, what the fuck.”

“What?” asked Michael innocently.

“‘Just finishing up?’” Calum mocked.

“We were helping you out!” protested Ashton.

“Yeah, you’ve been in love with Y/N for how long now?” Luke added.

“You guys suck,” Calum groaned, packing his own things. “You legitimately suck balls.”

“Only on Tuesdays,” Michael retorted. Calum flipped him off.

“I’ll see you guys later, or something,” he said, heading toward the courtyard exit.

“No detours, Cal-Pal!” Ashton called and Calum shook his head, ignoring his friends and heading toward the school’s entrance to meet you. It was a short walk, so he found you almost immediately. Unfortunately, you were talking with a few of your friends, who were also pretty popular. In all honesty, Calum almost marched straight back into the courtyard because he was afraid he would embarrass you in front of your friends if he tried to talk to you. For all he knew, you were talking to them about how you had to walk home with him and how annoyed you were!

Then Calum’s logic told him that no, you had asked him to walk home together, and you actually weren’t a bitch like some of your friends. So, Calum came to a brilliant solution to his dilemma: ignorance.

Shouldering his backpack and taking a deep breath, he started walking toward the doors, walking straight past you and the people you were talking to. He figured he could act as if he didn’t see you, instead heading outside to wait. And sure enough, almost immediately after he stepped outside into the October air, he heard you call out.

“Cal, wait!”

He turned around to see you rushing in his direction, finally slowing down when you reached him. “Sorry, I didn’t see you,” he said, and you shrugged.

“No worries. I was talking to a few friends so I got caught up, sorry.”

“No worries,” Calum repeated, and you looked up at him with a smile that made his heart flutter.

“So,” you said, “shall we go?”

“We shall,” Calum replied, causing you to giggle, and suddenly he felt bit more confident. This wasn’t so bad. The two of you began walking, and a comfortable silence settled until you broke it.

“Hey, why don’t you play soccer?” you asked randomly, and Calum shrugged.

“You mean football?” he teased, and you rolled your eye, smiling nonetheless. “Dunno,” he continued. “Not my thing, I guess.”

“Um, I cry bullshit,” you replied, and Calum’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to look at you.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you play, Calum. You’d fit in really well with varsity, trust me. Plus, you were always great when we played as kids.”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess,” he insisted. He didn’t want to admit that he was too shy to try out, considering the boys’ football team was full of pigheaded morons who already probably hated his guts.

You only shook your head, shrugging. “Your choice, I guess. I really shouldn’t be criticizing you for a choice you made.”

“It’s okay.”

Another silence settled, and Calum took the time to look around. A lot of cars were on the street, full of people coming home from day jobs.

“Um, thank you,” you suddenly said. “For walking with me, I mean. I don’t usually walk and you were in the courtyard too, so I just wanted to ask. For old times’ sake, you know?”

Calum smiled at that one. That was one of the reasons he liked you so much; you didn’t care about popularity. You didn’t try to forget or ignore the fact that you two were best friends several years ago. Calum was grateful for that.

“I get it,” Calum said.

“I do wish we talked a bit more,” you continued, and Calum found himself in shock yet again. You wanted to talk to him?

“Me too,” he said honestly. “You friends kinda hate me though, I think.”

“What! No way,” you protested. “They just… they don’t know you, that’s all. You aren’t close with them.”

“It’s alright,” said Calum with a shrug. “I know I’m kind of a dork. I’ve got my friends though, so I’m happy.”

You smiled at that, and it made Calum’s knees weak. “That’s a good way to look at things.”

The two of you continued to walk and talk with one another, and Calum genuinely enjoyed your company. It wasn’t awkward like he thought it would be, and you weren’t patronizing him like he had dreaded you would.

He realized with a start that you guys had almost reached your neighborhood, so he turned left as opposed to right, opting to take the long way instead. Hey, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. He wasn’t sure when this would ever happen again.

At that point, the sun was getting lower in the sky. As you pointed out a couple of birds, smiling and laughing as you did so, Calum noticed that you were literally glowing in the fading sunlight. The orange light outlined you like some ethereal halo, illuminating your features and giving your eyes an even more vibrant look than usual. His breath hitched a bit as he marveled at how beautiful you were, but when you turned back to face him, he acted as nonchalant as he could.

Shit, he was so screwed.

Eventually you had reached the neighborhood where you lived, and Calum was both sad and relieved. Sad because his time with you was ending, but relieved for the same reason. He didn’t want to fall for you even more when you were so untouchable and, quite frankly, out of his league. Like, way out of his league.

“Thanks so much, Cal,” you said when you reached the foot of your driveway. “I had a really good time.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said with a smile, a genuine smile. He was ecstatic to hear that you actually enjoyed the time you spent together.

“We should do this again sometime,” you suggested, and Calum had to physically stop himself from jumping for joy.

“Totally,” he agreed. “It was fun.”

“I’ll let you know when the soc-football season ends,” you told him, smiling as you corrected yourself. “We’ll make more of a habit out of this. For old times’ sake, right?”

“I like that idea,” Calum said honestly, and you nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside. Thanks again, Calum, really,” you said, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing a bit before smiling and turning to walk up to your house.

Calum ran a hand down his face, letting it linger over his mouth and jaw. Holy shit, he thought as he watched you enter your house. His hand then found its way into his hair, disheveling the dark curls. Holy shit.

He slowly turned to walk back to his own house, almost directly across the street. He couldn’t wait to shove in his friends’ faces the fact that things went so exceptionally well.

Unbeknownst to Calum, you had made your way up to your bedroom. You watched from the window as your neighbor headed home, and you couldn’t help but smile widely, heart still beating rapidly. So okay, maybe you did have practice today, but the coach loved you and you figured you could just tell her you didn’t feel too well.

And fine, maybe you were kinda, sorta, maybe crushing on Calum.

You could only hope he felt the same way.

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[NCT] Simplicity

A little babble that kind of sucks but doesn’t suck enough to keep me from posting it 
I’m a tad sour rn and want sleepy kisses from jjh so take this; a product of my bad mood

Originally posted by nctmark

Word count: 585
Genre: fluff
Feedback is always appreciated, 
Thank you and goodnight

The trill sound of you crying out in frustration is what rouses Jaehyun from his mid-afternoon nap. Awake, but slow to rise, he only rolls over, grumbling out a, “babe, be quiet.” It’s when you toss your bag to the floor far more aggressively than needed that he decides to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows. You angrily pace around at the food of the bed, rubbing at your temples and willing yourself to settle down.
“You’re blowing smoke.” Jaehyun jokingly says, a lazy smile quirked on his lips. You shoot him a glare. At this, his look softens, and he beckons you over. You debate shutting him down, giving him the cold shoulder because you want so desperately to take out your pent up aggravation on something and, well, if Jaehyun happens to be within arm’s reach, then so be it. Through your internal dialogue, he’s looking at you, eyes heavy with sleep and hair askew in every direction and his clothes are all rumpled from his tossing and turning and he’s smiling at you and you can feel the adoration he has for you and you’re melting. You breathe a heavy sigh, laced with irritation and exhaustion and you trudge over to him, allowing his hands to completely envelope yours as he guides you down to lie next to him.

His arms are around you and your face is tucked into his chest and you can feel his heartbeat, smooth and rhythmic and so much calmer than your own. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you allow yourself to snuggle closer to him, wanting to drown in his warmth.
“You want to tell me about what’s got you so worked up?” He questions softly, fingers loosely carding through your hair. You breathe in his scent, warm and inviting and your knees go weak because this boy is yours and you thank whoever may be listening that he’s a part of your life.
The only response you offer is a minute shake of your head, and he only hums in acknowledgement, choosing instead to begin rocking you the tiniest bit.
Jaehyun will wait with you, hold you until your heartbeat has settled and the heat in your cheeks has died down.

“I really love you, Jaehyun.” You mumble into the fabric of his t-shirt. A laugh sounds deep in his chest.
“I really love you too, Y/N.” Is his response.
You move back to meet his eyes, and you feel like you can lose yourself in endless pools of brown that carry so much love for you; only you.
“No, Jaehyun. I really really am in love with you.” You say, and his smile brightens. He’s idly rubbing circles into your side, and you can feel the tension in your shoulders ebbing away with every feather light caress. He smiles, and your heart swells with happiness. The time for anger and frustration and everything that comes along with a bad day would come later; now, you’re only concerned with the feel of Jaehyun’s lips against your own as you kiss him. Slow and sweet, patient and oh so caring, your eyes flutter shut and you let Jaehyun guide you into a state of contentment that you had been aching for all day.
“I really really am in love with you, too.” He says as he pulls away.
And than you kiss him again. Because you love him, and he loves you. It’s as simple as that.

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there they goooo

taeminleaf  asked:

had a weird fic idea, idk how it would work but: jongtae are each other's kryptonite in the literal sense. they fall in love nd when they kiss or whatever its painful and ye. :> Kryptonite! Au (you would do this way better justice than me)

“Taemin’s the person in my dream. My lover. Taemin.” Jonghyun repeats the name just because of how right it feels coming from his mouth.

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I Get That A Lot

Title: I Get That A Lot

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: plus-size!Reader, swearing, smut, wee bitof body shaming

Summary: Reader meets Winchesters on a hunt and the Winchesters invite her out for a drink.

Pairing: [Sam x Plus-size!Reader]

Author’s Note: I’m really new at writing smut. This was the second time I actually wrote it so I want to apologize if it’s written horribly. Sorry it took so long to get another one shot out! I just finished the musical at my school so hopefully I’ll have more free time on my hands which means more one shots! Request things!

Y/E/C- your eye color

Y/H/C- your hair color

              You studied the scenery surrounding you, your eyes narrowing at your target. You were currently on a vampire hunt in Columbus, Ohio, standing right before the nest. You had managed to lure in and kill two vampires during your stay and was able to track down the whereabouts of the nest. A small smirk toyed upon your pink lips as you admired the machete in your hand. Your eyes flicked from the blade to the abandoned building once more, beginning your stride towards the front door. If you were taught anything, it was why sneak in when you could make a grand entrance?

              You had been on your own for a while, left alone by your mother at age 17 and your father at age 11, both murdered by something of the supernatural. Your parents had vowed to never allow you to be a hunter like they had growing up, but as they all say, once in the family always in the family.

              You reached the entrance, straightening out your denim jacket and fluffing out your hair from behind the collar, allowing the locks of your Y/H/C hair slide down your shoulders. You gripped firmly onto the handle of the door, shifting your grasp on the machete to tighten it before ripping the hatchway open.

              The large room was dark. Eerily quiet. If you were just a person passing by, you would have sworn it was empty. But your hunter instincts kicked into high drive, raising the machete up into a killing position.

              “Sorry I didn’t knock!” you called out, your voice echoing through the hollow room. “Just thought I’d crash your party for a little while. So come on… let’s party.”

              Heavy footsteps sounded through the quarters—at least three pairs of them. Another smirk formed on your features, your eyes scanning the room until a figure appeared in your vision along with two others. The first one to attack was a female looking around the age of thirty, her teeth barred and ready to strike. Within a few seconds, you swung your blade with ease and chopped the head of the predator off. The other two vampires sneered evilly as they charged faster.

              A sound off in the distance—almost like a door softly shutting—distracted the two vampires for a split second, allowing you to make your attack. You reached into your back pocket and in a swift movement, retrieved a syringe filled with dead man’s blood. Within the few seconds you had, you plunged the needle into one of the vampires—a male who stood at the height of 5 feet and 10 inches—paralyzing him for the time being. He yelped out in pain, his partner darting his attention back onto you. But before he was able to pounce, your blade connected with his throat with a sharp force, his body falling limply along with his disconnected head. While the other one was stunned with pain, you took the opportunity to finish him off as well. Three down, about four more to go, you believed.

              You wiped away the splatter of blood that was smeared across your forehead, admiring your work for a quick second before snapping out of your trance. “Alright, you sparkly bitches! Let’s have some fun!”

              You had sworn you heard a distant murmur but took it as all in your head. You walked forward passed the corpses, your Y/E/C hues flicking around the scene. The soft tapping of footsteps sounding flooded your hearing as if someone—or something—was trying to sneak up to you. You whirled around on your heel, your arm reaching out to your prey with the machete at ready. But a grip was placed on your forearm, twisting your arm, causing you to stumble back and drop your blade. You gritted your teeth in slight pain, reaching in your back pocket for another syringe, only to release you had none left. You sneered at your attacker, ready to pounce when a voice stopped you.

              “Show me your teeth!” your attacker demanded, his grip tightening on your forearm.

              Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You stared down the man that was holding you tightly, studying his facial features before pushing your attention onto the man standing next to him. Your eyebrow arched as you hesitantly showcased your teeth. Your eyesight was still on the taller man of the two, his shaggy brown hair falling just below his ears. His face had a slight stubble to it. His hazel eyes were fixated on you.

              “Dean,” he spoke, causing the man holding you hostage to turn his head to face him. “She’s fangless.”

              The man known as Dean loosened his grip until he dropped it entirely. “Sorry,” he grumbled, leaning down and picking up your weapon before hesitantly handing it over to you. His eyes scanned your thick body, his eyebrows furrowed in a tight line. “Aren’t you… well… aren’t you a little too-”
              You smirked lightly, shaking your head. “Too fat to hunt? Oo, my personal favorite. Too weak? Yeah. I get that a lot.” You harshly ripped the blade from his grasp. You brushed passed the duo, making your way forward, farther into the warehouse. You recalled times on your previous hunts when other hunters claimed you had an innocent look to you. Too innocent. Therefore, you were far too weak to participate in such gruesome actions.

              You overhead a soft sigh behind you as two sets of footsteps followed in your direction. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

              “It’s alright. Like I said, I get it a lot,” you replied, lifting your weapon of choice into a kill stance once more.

              “They’re all dead,” the other man informed, causing you to slowly pivot around to face them once more.

              You lowered your machete. “You sure?”

              “Positive,” Dean assured. You nodded your head slowly.

              “Well, that’s it then.” You strutted towards the pair once more, halting your stride in front of the two. You reached your hand out to the taller one, him taking your gesture and shaking your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

              “Sam. That’s my brother, Dean.” Sam motioned his head slightly to the shorter one.

              Dean half-heartedly grinned, shaking your hand after Sam was done. “You sure know how to fight. Taking one three vampires alone and leaving without a scratch. That takes skill,” Dean complimented, bidding a nod towards you in approval.

              “Hmm,” you hummed, smiling sarcastically at him. “Well. I appreciate the help, boys. See ya.” And with that, you marched forward towards the exit.

              “Hey, wait!” Sam called after you. You stopped your gait, turning around to face them once more. “Wanna get a drink with us? I mean, you helped a lot on this case and the least we could do is thank you for it.”

              You contemplated on a decision for a moment, a soft smirk playing on your lips. “Yeah. Alright. There’s a bar about ten miles west of here. On the corner of St. James and Jacobs. I’ll let you guys… clean this mess up and meet you there.” And with your final words, you reached for the door handle, pulling the door open and stepping into the night air.

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              You drummed your index fingers along the wooden surface of the table. You had picked out a booth in the back corner of the bar, waiting patiently for the two. You had ordered a few shots of bourbon for yourself, downing the drink the moment it was placed beside you. The three empty shot glasses were pushed off to the side, a beer currently in your grasp as you sat there.

              You began to grow impatient, looking down at your phone for the time. It had nearly been an hour since you left the boys. Your mind began to wander, believing that they would never show up. You figured it in the first place anyways. Why would a pair of attractive men want to catch a drink with you?

              You sighed quietly, pressing the brim of the glass to your lips, pondering whether or not you should just leave. You glanced down at your phone screen once more, studying the time. You shook your head, taking another long swig of your beer before beginning to push yourself up from the booth until the sound of heavy footsteps coming your way stopped you. You peered up to face Dean and Sam, a smug smile playing on Dean’s lips where a soft, genuine grin showcased itself on Sam’s.

              “I see you started without us,” Dean joked, sliding into the seat across from you. “Whatcha drinkin’?”

              “Bourbon. Aged thirty years,” you informed, motioning your head over to the empty shot glasses.

              “I like your style.” Dean winked playfully at you as Sam slid into the spot besides his brother. Dean waved down a waitress, ordering a round and a beer for everyone.  

              You gulped the rest of your beer down, setting the empty bottle besides the glasses. You pressed your elbows to the table, looking between the brothers. “Sam and Dean. Brothers.” You pursed your lips together, speculating your information. “Fairly attractive.” Dean chuckled at your comment, Sam merely blushing slightly. “You’re John Winchester’s sons, aren’t you?”

              Both brothers’ eyebrows knitted together in a tight line, Sam opening his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “My parents knew your dad. They used to hunt together when I was real little. Used to leave me with some of their hunting buddies.” The waitress returned with a tray full of your drinks, passing them around to the three of you before leaving, but not without a second glance from Dean. “They stopped huntin’ really when I was around eight or nine. That was until-” You stopped midsentence, regretting the conversation you had started. You clenched your jaw slightly, shaking your head. “Sorry. I don’t really want to bore you with my life story.” You reached for your new beer, pressing the rim of the glass to your lips, tipping it back.

              A small silence washed over the three of you, Dean breaking it by clearing his throat a few beats later. “So. You sliced n’ diced three vamps by yourself. That’s impressive.”

              You shrugged, setting the bottle down. “What can I say? I was trained to kill. Nothing’s in my way.”

              Dean’s eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, before opening and looking directly at you. “Y/N, I’m sorry about-”

              “No need to apologize for your opinion, Dean,” you interrupted, grasping down on the shot glass and downing it in one gulp. You set the tumbler down on the table, sliding it over to the rest of the glasses. You flicked your attention back onto Dean for a split second, before tearing it away and looking over at Sam. You halfheartedly grinned at the man, him returning the gesture.

              Sam opened his mouth to speak, but an unfamiliar voice halted his thought. You gazed up from Sam, looking at a man with a beer belly and a greasy muscle shirt. The man reeked of whiskey, the odor causing your nose to cringe in disgust.

              “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, leaning down towards you, his yellow smiling showcasing. You cleared your throat, hesitantly looking at him through your peripherals. “Why don’t you and I get out of here?”

              “Why don’t you get out of here and I’ll stay here?” you proposed, a slight, smug smirk appearing on your features.

              Clearly, the man did not appreciate your retort. He sneered down at you, clasping a hand down onto your shoulder, applying unneeded pressure. You hissed at him, tearing yourself away from him. “All you fat chicks think you’re better than me. I doubt you’ve never gotten laid before. Stupid bitch.”

              You watched Dean stiffen in his seat, Sam abruptly standing from his seat. You looked over at the boys, putting your palm up as if you’re saying ‘it’s alright. I got this.’ You turned your attention back onto the drunken man, smiling innocently towards him. “How nice of you to say.” The man opened his mouth to remark back, but you reeled your fist back, slamming it directly into his nose. He stumbled back, falling against an unoccupied table. He tumbled down onto the flooring, the table following his pursuit, landing on his puffy abdomen. You crossed your arms across your chest, watching as the scene unfolded.

              No one rushed to the man’s aid, all of them overhearing what he said to you. After a few minutes of watching the man struggle on his own, you simply slid back into your seat, grabbing your beer and taking a long sip. “Now. Where were we?”

              Dean gaped at you, his eyes widened and green irises reflecting impressive. You directed a tiny smirk at him.

              “Um. I’ve been meaning to ask you. I… Dean and I have another hunt lined up and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to look over some of the research we have? I mean… so we can get another perspective on it,” Sam requested, looking at you with a glint of hope in his eyes. You peered over at Dean, noting his confused stare, but brushed it off.

              “Yeah. Alright.” You took another sip of your beer, polishing it off.

              Dean caught on with what Sam was doing, smiling cheekily at his brother. “I’ll meet up with you two later.” he informed, stretching back in his spot, taking a swig of his beer.

              You nodded towards Dean, looking over at Sam. “We can take my car.”

              You and Sam stood from the booth, Sam ushering you through the maze of tables and people, his hand laying on the small of your back. You smiled slightly to yourself, a small hint of blush tinting your cheeks at the next comment Dean had made.

              “You kids have fun!”

***

              You followed Sam into his motel room, glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings. Sam threw off his jacket, tossing it onto one of the two beds, looking back at you with a soft smile. “Make yourself at home.”

              You took up on his offer, shedding your jean jacket and tossing your car keys onto the desk by the door. You ruffled a hand through your locks of hair. “So. What research do you wanna show me?” you inquired, plopping your weight down onto Sam’s bed.

              Sam paused his movements, peering over at you. “Can I confess something?” You simply replied with an arch of your eyebrow. “Um, I just said that there was research to get you over here.”

              You fake gasped, exaggerating it to the extreme by placing a hand over your mouth. “Really? Oh, I am appalled!” You stifled a laugh, removing your hand from your mouth and gently biting your bottom lip. “Well. You got me here.” You set your elbows down onto the mattress, leaning back.

              Sam looked over at you, pursing his lips together before waltzing over to where you were sitting, plopping himself down beside you. “That I did.” He smiled widely towards you. You returned the gesture, a bashful grin spreading across your features.

You both sat in silence for a few moments by simply staring at each other. You noted the way Sam’s eyes danced across your skin, admiring all your features from your angelic face to your thick thighs. He didn’t quite understand why he was so attracted to you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of lust and loving that coursed through his veins. He scooted his body closer to yours, his legs pressing into yours. Sam’s hazel eyes were soft though a speckle of craving and desire sparkled within them. He reached a steady hand out to cup your cheek whereas the other hand soothingly rubbed your upper arm. Sam slowly leaned forward, his lips grazing yours slightly. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You crashed your lips upon the hunter’s, hungrily moving them against his. He playfully toyed with your bottom lip with his tongue before he forcibly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You sensed a smirk growing along his features as you pushed your tongue against his.  

He groaned in pleasure, breaking the kiss in order to trail a wet pathway of kisses down your neck. Sam snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You leaned your neck back to give him more access to your flesh, a satisfied moan passing through your lips.

Your instincts kicked into high gear as you straddled him, your legs wrapping around his torso. A low groan rumbled within his chest, his hands roaming your body. His right hand slipped up your shirt, trailing up your abdomen before finding your bra, slowly massaging your left boob with his massive hand. An immediate reaction to his actions, you quickly tore off your shirt, revealing your exposed flesh and a simple, black-laced bra. Sam stopped kissing you for a brief second, admiring your curves before a soft smile played on his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring up at you before crashing his lips onto yours before you were able to reply.

Sam reached around your bust, easily removing the hooks of your bra, flinging it across the room with ease. You broke away from the kiss, hurriedly pulling his gray t-shirt over his head, unveiling his large muscles. You trailed your index finger up and down his torso, teasingly biting your bottom lip. You had a hard time containing yourself now. The heat within your core was becoming unbearable. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, noticing his bulge straining against the denim. You unbutton them, quickly unzipping the zipper and aiding him as he shimmied out of his jeans. His boxers were quick to follow his jeans’ pursuit. You flung the fabric into a pile of your discarded clothes, taking a sweet pause to admire his member. You lazily traipsed your gaze up his bare chest, arching your eyebrows flirtatiously when you reached his face. You stood from your position, unbuttoning your own jeans and pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. You viewed Sam as he studied you, the feeling of lust burning in his pupils.

Without warning, Sam reeled you into his long arms, shoving you down onto the dingy bed. His large frame loomed over yours as he leaned his head down into the crevasse of your neck in search for your sweet spot. He nibbled love bites against your skin, sucking down hungrily whenever he heard you moan his name. Sam blindly searched for a condom in the top drawer of the dresser. He cursed under his breath when his attempts failed him, realizing that Dean had taken the last one.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assured him breathlessly, arching your back and bucking your hips against his. He groaned loudly, placing two large hands against your hips, his nails digging into your soft flesh as he positioned his throbbing cock at your waiting lips. And without a single heads up, he slammed into you.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Your eyes widened in sheer pleasure, moaning loudly as he continued to thrust. Each movement of his brought an immense amount of bliss to your being.

“Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly, arching your back and pressing your torso into his chest. One of your hands laid on his ass, your hand clawing up and down his spinal cord while the other hand fisted the cotton sheets.

Sam moaned in your ear, feeling your walls clench around his shaft. His thrusting became sloppy; no real rhythm to his movements. But his large member pushed against your spot every time, creating a wave of pleasure that coursed through your core.

“Shit, Y/N,” he grumbled in your ear, digging his nails deeper into your plush hips.

A rush of sensation flooded your lower area. Your body clenched and relaxed as the rush of your orgasm filled you. Your body felt numb with the electrifying feeling your orgasm left you. You felt breathless. You barely could overhear your own cries, let alone Sam’s moans as he rode out his orgasm. You felt Sam collapse down on top of you, both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you both tried to inhale the oxygen you both desperately needed. Sam rolled off of you, his body resting in the spot beside you. You shifted your body to lay on your side, facing him. An angelic smile grew on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak. “That was the best time researching I’ve ever had.”

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              You awoke lazily, your eyes squinting as the sun poured through the transparent curtains. You recalled the events that occurred last night, a large grin appearing on your lips. You turned your head to face the sleeping Winchester, sighing happily. Careful not to wake him, you wiggled from his gentle grasp, and hoisted yourself out of the bed. You felt the aftermath of his thrusting as you stood, laughing lightly to yourself. “Damn,” you whispered to yourself, looking back at Sam.

              You leisurely walked over to the heaping pile of clothes that was thrown from your urges. You picked through the pile, retrieving all your belongings and putting them on. You glanced around the motel room for a pad of paper and a pen, finding it on the top of the dresser. You waltzed over to it, picking up the pen and uncapping it, scribbling down your number along with If you ever need help with some more research, call me. ;)

              You took in one last glance of Sam’s sleeping figure, smiling to yourself as you picked up your keys to your car and draped your denim jacket along your forearm. Cautious not to wake him, you opened the door and stepped out into the morning air, gently closing the hatchway behind you. You pivoted around on your heel, almost colliding with a man you later recognized as Dean.

              A smug smile toyed on his pink lips as he saw your disheveled state; your hair was a tousled mess and your makeup was smudged. “I figured you spent the night,” he spoke. “So, I bought you this.” You noticed that he was carrying a cup holder that contained three styrofoam cups you presumed were filled with coffee.

              You picked out a cup, pressing the rim of the cup to your lips, tipping it back and allowing the hot liquid to slip down your throat. You slightly smiled at him, lifting your cup in the air, the gesture meaning thanks. “I hope to see you boys around.”

              And with your final words, you strutted out to your car, unlocking it and opening the driver side door. Your actions were halted by the sound of Dean’s voice. “I’m sure Sammy would love that!”

              You laughed quietly, waving goodbye to Dean with your freehand as you slid into your car. You shoved the key into the ignition, turning it and allowing the engine to roar to life. You put the gear shift into drive, pressing firmly down onto the gas pedal, zooming out of the parking lot.

              Little did you know, Sam would call you just an hour after you left, proposing the idea of hunting together for a lead they caught down in Illinois. And little did both you and Sam know, that one night sparked a wonderful relationship between the two of you.

I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so I’m sorry for the weak ending! As stated before, I am very new at writing smut so again, I’m very sorry if the writing wasn’t too good. I really wanted to get this out there so I’m sorry if it seems rushed. Request things

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How could I say no to such a polite request and a nice prompt? I know it took a while, I’m very sorry oAo

I can picture Courtney being the designated story-teller of the family. Brendan finds The Very Hungry Caterpie extremely funny for some reason and Shelly is absolutely smitten by her cute wife and son ^^

Misunderstandings | Jeon Wonwoo | Part 11/14

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo X Reader

Genre: fluff/angst/comedy

Word Count: 1,781

A/N: So basically part 10 & 11 are fillers and they set up the scene for the big one. Anticipate part 12. It’ll probably be really long and complicated and cringey. Also, this is just Y/N’s POV. Enjoy and request things!

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The morning after (Ashton)

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Ashton-

“Y/n f***ing hell” Ashton groaned as you walked away from him again

“Leave me alone, I hate you so much, you just f***ing hate all of my boyfriends for no reason!” you shout at your best friend

“I hate you” you repeat

“I have a reason to hate them because they don’t do deserve you, he f***ing cheated on you three times yet you still take him back every single time!” Ashton replies sternly

“I-I-I don’t even know what to say to that Ash” you sob, collapsing onto the couch

“You should be with someone who actually loves you not some f***ing piece of shit asshole, who couldn’t care less about you” Ashton frowned, sitting down next to you on the couch and putting his arm round you

“No one loves me Ash” you cry into the palms of your hands

“I do” Ashton whispers into your ear

“No, I mean like really loves me” You try your best to explain

“Like I said ‘I do’” Ashton whispers again, pressing a kiss under your earlobe

“Why?” you breath

“Because your beautiful and my whole world” Ashton smiled, trailing his lips along your neck to your collar bone

“Why the f**k am I letting you do this?” you giggled through the tears

“Because you must love me too” Ashton replied his lips connecting to your neck

“You wish” you moan

“I do wish and I think my wish is coming true” Ashton said cockily

“I hate you” You smile, pressing your cherry-red lips to Ashton’s lips

“One night stand?” you raise an eyebrow

“One night stand” Ashton mimicked

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You woke up wearing this-

“what the f**k?” you say, lifting your head up.

You looked round, seeing that your in Ashton’s room, in Ashton’s bed

“Shit,shit,shit, I did not” your worry as your jaw dropped open, you looked to the side of you and saw Ashton snoring softly with his lips parted.

You were wearing Ashton’s clothes, then it all came clear to you; Your best friend of 6 years had  f**ked you.

“What the hell have I done, I need to go, I need to go now” you worry, trying to kneel on the bed, but failing; you couldn’t walk, legs like jelly, you laid where you landed after failing to kneel.

“No don’t leave” Ashton’s morning raspy voice spoke softly, pulling you back to lay on his chest

“Ash we shouldn’t of done this” you sigh, trying to push yourself off him

“But we said one night stand, so I guess it doesn’t mean nothing” Ashton breathed, rubbing his eye

“Right” you nod, resting your head on his chest

“Uh say if this wasn’t a one night stand, would you go on a date with me?” Ashton yawned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head

“I dunno Ash, your my best friend” You raise an eyebrow

“Will you go on a date with me, when you can walk?” Ashton laughed

“We’ll see how it goes and if the first date works out then yea” you smile.

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