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Night Moves (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend, Jess, is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy part 1!…


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Kill Zone - Prologue

Characters: Reader ( Special Agent Y/N Singer), Special Agent Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod,    

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, torture (not overly graphic), murder, character deaths  

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the death and violence these kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds, and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical Terms: MO: An offender’s method of carrying out an offense

MASTERLIST

Cindy was running as if her life depended on it, because it did. The branches snapped under her bare feet. The sharp rocks dug into her skin like razors each time she fell, but every time she got back up. Blood was soaking through her shirt and jeans from the wounds where his knife had pierced her flesh. Her racing heart was pumping her blood faster through her veins, causing the blood to escape her body even faster, and making her head spin.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die.

The words repeated themselves over and over again in her mind, like a chant, as she tried to get away from her kidnapper. Her kidnapper, who had set her free. Who had instructed her to run, before slowly walking off in the opposite direction, carrying his rifle over his shoulder.

She had cried and begged for her life, screaming till her throat was sore and hoarse, but he hadn’t turned around. He hadn’t worthied her a second glance, so she had done the only thing her exhausted and befuddled mind had let her. She had ran.

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Reiji’s Sleeping Vampire

No one reads this but I’ll say my spiel anyway. The entire reason I bought a fucking PS Vita and bought freaking Vandead Carnival was so that I could do this. Because it isn’t anywhere.  And tbh going through Reiji’s things just pisses me off all the more because yeah he’s a dick but all the guys are and deep down he’s so fucking genuine?? So please, appreciate Reiji-sama. Translation was done by me and my questions were answered by boyfriend-sama so everyone give him thanks or else I’d still be pulling my hair out XD So yeah. Enjoy~ 

*Do not use without explicit permission*


Oh, did you wake up? Ah…were you planning to sleep?

That’s perfect. Well then, how about sleeping?

Even if you say that, you’re not in bed.

You don’t understand? It should be different from usual.

*sighs*…it doesn’t make sense to try and explain things to a dull woman like you.

Oh, I see. The luxurious one is different.

The way this feels…you can understand just by touching it. You, however…

That’s right. Isn’t it different from yesterday?

I had it measured while you were at school.

The bed is an antique so I left it as is, I only changed the sheets.

Because it was ordered from a well respected shop in Western Europe…I came to hear opinion.

Despite that, I’m amazed that I did not get the answer that I wanted to hear the most.

You still don’t seem to know the difference. It seems it’s best to leave your bed as is.

Good grief… it’s problematic for you to be at the same level as my brothers…

Hah? What are you talking about?

Isn’t it obvious that only the bed sheets and pillow case were changed?

The triplets are sleeping so they wouldn’t mind.

It is doubtful that Subaru would be sleeping in a bed.

I don’t need to explain that, do I?

Anyway, you are the only one who would use it.

That is why, I came to hear your opinion…

I tried sleeping by myself to make sure there is nothing wrong with it.

The sheets on this bed are mine. And of course, you are too.

Even saying that, I can’t find a reason to blame you for wanting to sleep beside me.

You know, don’t you? As long as you know that’s fine.

Even so, it’s the truth. That this has a nice and soft touch.

The firmness of the mattress is just right for me. How does it feel for you?

That’s a rather simple answer. If you could give me something more concrete, I’d like to hear it.

For example, to what degree is your body sinking into the mattress?

If you said that you are not sleeping because you are next to me, that is an invalid argument.

Because like this it won’t be long before you’re sleeping next to me.

Please think for yourself what that means.

How is it? This feeling of our bodies against each other…don’t you think it’s wonderful?

The feeling of the elasticity pushing back on your body. It’s the perfect balance.

You don’t know? *he sighs*…How troublesome.

Why did I even change yours…you understand at least that much, don’t you?

I do not need thanks. *sighs* Explaining it to a disappointing person like you would be as painful as breaking a bone.

You must understand your position.

You’re food, aren’t you? (He says this super teasingly though not very condescending like)

That’s why, you have to sleep well and stay healthy.

I have a duty to keep you in top physical condition with a good environment.

Kuku. I’m not worried about your body.

Would you let me suck blood from an unhealthy body?

The state of your blood, of course, is important, but so is your skin.

If your scars don’t heal quickly, then it will be a burden on your body.

It may eventually lead to discomfort of the whole body.

You yourself know best don’t you?

Well, that’s that. But there are things to that which make it convenient.

If my bite remains on your skin forever…

That would be a mark of my posession.

Even if you accidentally got caught by another man with your clothes all ripped…

If there were a lot of bite marks on your skin left by me, it will show that I own you, no?

Yes, in fact, if someone tries to ignore the number of perfectly beautiful bites that I have given you…

If such a reckless man exists, I will eliminate him before he reaches you.

Kuku…then? No matter what sort of hand touches you, I will erase it.

However, it seems that you like and are prone to falling into traps. So please, be careful.

Being sleep deprived and spaced out is not an excuse.

In that case, please try and have a proper sleep.

That said…what is with your sleeping posture?

With that sort of cheap pajama material, no matter how much you change the bedding it will not matter.

Because the design was cute, that’s why you picked it? You truly are a shallow person.

It seems as though there are several things in which I will have to properly train you again.

“Negligence” is the meaning of the word “sloppy”

Sleep quality is reduced with such negligence.

Here, touch my clothes.

Do you understand? What kind of material this is…

Yes, silk. Once you feel how smooth this is, you can never choose anything else.

Of course, this bed and pillow cover are also silk. You’ve noticed this much at least, haven’t you?

What a surprised sound you made…well, that’s fine.

Because silk is also excellent in humidity, it is perfect for wearing.

I will give you some next time.

In that case…well, let’s keep a design in mind for the moment.

It is important to choose something that would suit you.

You do not have to thank me. Because what is most suitable for you, that is something I know most.

Wide shouldered with an open neckline, a one-piece design would be good, wouldn’t it?

You’ll get cold? You don’t need to worry about such things.

If I suck your blood, your skin begins to heat up, and then you will no longer be cold.

If you twist your body and raise your voice, it’s only natural…for you.

That’s right, I’ve seen your twisted figure, it is useless to deny.

Lift up your face.

It seems you misunderstood. Honestly…you are a foolish person no matter how much time passes.

What you need is to be properly groomed, since you are only food.

In order to become suitable…do you understand now?

Even so…why are you looking at me with such eyes?

I have not said a single word of this thinking of you.

Despite this, I have told you what suits you.

It is natural to think that based on subjectivity? Think of your position.

Well even then. I need to know your hobbies.

If you want, I will give it a little thought.

I do not feel like giving you excessive expectation. Please do not hesitate.

[Your name]

What are you laughing for? Stop giving such a frustrating reaction.

*sighs* Is it not time you went to bed?

You are not sleepy? Please do not say such stupid things.

Even though I already explained this much, it’s amazing you can still say such things.

I see. It is important for you to consider actions that are in accordance with my will.

Are there secrets to sleeping well? That is something that exists without a doubt.

Speaking of things that make for a pleasant sleep, it is said that it is better to have a hot drink before going to sleep, no?

You already drank some? For once you had a good idea.

Then? What on earth did you drink?

Black tea?

Why did you choose black tea?

Enough already, tell me. Could it be that you heard it was good for sleep?

*sighs* As expected, you are disappointing.

Are you unaware that black tea, just like coffee, have the effect to hinder sleep?

No matter how relaxing the fragrance, you should avoid them because of such ingredients.

If you put something in the tea, though, the story may be different.

Yes. Because if you become unconscious, then you will sleep well.

Would you like to test it now? (The words he uses for this here already imply that he’s not being serious)

If you do not want to be told such a joke, then please correct yourself first.

Honestly, to be misled by such a rumor, you are a human that cannot be helped.

If you only listen to “others” you’ll only end up hurting yourself.

You only ever have to listen to what I say.

There’s no objection, right?

Before going to bed, hot milk is best. It would be good to drink some from now on.

It is important to do so, without question.

Let’s order some milk from the ranch. Getting it fresh every day would be good.

I don’t have to go that far? Exactly what are you misunderstanding?

I do not feel like drawing out your thoughts. This is simply all part of “food” (he’s referring to her) management.

Honestly…No matter how many times I say it, you never understand…*sighs*

I do not like doing things half-way. Even if it is something like “food” management.

In order to finish things perfectly, it is important not to go crazy for anything.

If you can move exactly how I’d like, I would not have to go this far.

It seems like you have a talent for making trouble for me… it’s upsetting.

…If you understand, then.

Go to sleep.

Why is it that you have to be ordered by me.

Moreover, you would like for me to leave the room. (It sounds awkward in translation, I wasn’t sure how to word it. But basically he’s annoyed by the fact that he constantly has to tell her things and she has no initiative on her own. And on top of no initiative, she wants him to leave the room so she can sleep alone)

No good. Since today I changed the pillow, I will stay here until you fall asleep.

Because it seems that you cannot sleep now that the pillow has been changed.

Well, you didn’t even notice that the pillow had been changed. Truly a disappointing woman. Be mindful of it.

Now, sleep. Close your eyes…yes.

-cuts to black-

*Reiji sighs*

Why is your body stiff?

With that sleeping face, you will be tired. That’s obvious isn’t it?

Please try your best to sleep. For example, isn’t there a pointless human saying about sheep?

Well, I don’t think such a thing will work. It is meaningless to know what little people think.

However, maybe it suits you. Try it.

*laughing* Did you really try it?

I don’t trust something so ridiculous…it’s silly.

But that’s exactly why…this foolish way suits you.

What happened? For you to be speaking to me while counting

Even with your eyes closed, can you feel my gaze on you?

There is no problem with that. Why should one take their eyes away from the target?

I must stay here until I can confirm that you are sleeping properly.

Or, could you be saying that I am an inconvenience by staying here?

If so, you must let me hear the reason. Come, say it.

It’s embarrassing? What are you saying?

I do not understand what it means to be embarrassed being next to me.

Think about it. Isn’t it funny for prey to be embarrassed by being near me?

Hm… Is there a different reason? It is nonsense to focus on one assumption.

So what other reason is there?

Are you feeling embarrassed that once again you’ve realized you are incompetent unlike myself?

Or are you feeling the shame and self pity for being unable to fulfill your role as food?

Later on, you will realize the advantage you have by having me.

This is how I…is it because I am staring at you from such a short distance?

Oh? It seems I found the answer.

*opens eyes*

-cuts to Reiji again-

Didn’t I tell you not to open your eyes?

*chuckles* Were you planning on stealing a glance?

If you’re planning to continue looking…

How about I look directly at you?

What’s wrong? You wanted to see, didn’t you?

It’s fine.

Ah, that’s right….this is a good opportunity. With such a thing, let us graduate from what is upsetting us.

From here on, I will allow you to get used to it.

So then, please adjust your gaze. Do not look away, please continue watching.

Excuse me.

Your pulse is faster than usual. I will keep this in mind.

With your eyes fixed on me…it may be more effective if we are closer together.

Woops. I cannot give you the option to escape.

I can’t bring you closer because I already have you roughly by the wrists…

That’s no fun. Then, come, closer to me. (the game makes you touch the screen so that you’ll get closer)

More.  Even closer.

What are you waiting for? I do not remember telling you to stop.

At this distance our lips will touch? *chuckles*…is there something wrong?

There is no problem. Continue…Or do you not want to touch me?

What are you saying after coming such a distance?

Kiss me.  (Ok the feel of this gets completely lost and I hate it but idk how the fuck else to translate it. It’s not as direct or harsh, it’s pretty soft the way he says it, more like he is requesting one from her, like ‘from you, a kiss if you please’ but not in so many words)

This is an order. You must absolutely obey my instructions.

Why are you upset? Even if you make me wait, I will not spoil you.

You understand don’t you?…Since expressions of commitment are fine, do hurry up.

*you have to touch the screen again for a kissu!*

*Reiji sighs*

Why did you avert your eyes?

Look while kisses are exchanged (ok but bastard closed his eyes in the CG??)

Yes, of course I was going to be looking to check.

However, even disciplining you in this fashion, it will take hundreds of years.

You can overwrite such feelings of embarrassment with something that feels good.

Don’t you think?

Furthermore, no one is saying to kiss deeply or intensely.

As for myself, I do not mind trying a kiss like…

I will dare to leave you here. It will also convey to me what sort of feelings you have.

However, I do not know how you truly think of me.

If it is to me, it is fine to show it as you’d like.

Why do you have such disappointed eyes?

*heroine closes eyes and kisses him*

Nn…

*opens eyes again*

Was this your answer?

*his smile gets bigger*

 …No, this is fine. It is not enough but…I understand.

Very well….*kisses her some more*

Your gaze…do not divert it…*more slow sensual kisses*

I would not say it is embarrassing, would you?

This kiss…

Because I received it from you.

I will let you get used to it….*more kissing*

*scoffs* What happened? Making that sort of face, your blood pressure is rising.

The blood vessels in you human beings are incredibly fragile, so please be careful.

But can you stop having such labored breathing over something like this?

It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.

By touching your hands, forehead, lips.

I can understand that comfort has been gained.

Do you believe me?

*scoffs* What’s with that happy answer?

…if you say that, then calm down the speed of your pulse and relax.

And with that, you should try to sleep well.

Oh? Are you forgetting now? I came to manage your sleep.

That is why you must understand the original purpose exactly.

Are you going to sleep well?

I see. You are a troublesome woman.

Well then, for a little more…we can touch each other.

Calling it skinship is a bit awkward, but it cannot be helped.

Please do not be conceited. I do not accept all of your actions.

Well, like this…it is not so bad to feel warmth.

What? Do not hold someone’s hand without permission.

Your head? ….Like this?

*laughs* What sort of face are you making? In a stupid way, like that of a dog being groomed…it’s a happy face.

You’re the only woman who accepts my hand in such a happy way.

Good grief, for you to relax in such a way…

It seems that I will have to go to bed next to you every day…

Let’s do it like this for a while…just stroking…

Goodnight, [Your name]

*closes eyes*

*small pause*

*Reiji sighs*

*eyes open*

When I am with you…my condition gets worse.

This…you are sleeping unprotected in my arms…you are truly a strange person.

But, for sleeping side by side to be so comfortable…

It was unnecessary to point it out. Nevertheless…why?

This satisfaction…makes me feel like I’m being filled with warmth.

It was not supposed to be in such a way, but seeing as it is now, it cannot be helped.

Everything is your fault, [Your Name]

For today, I will sleep with you.

Even in your dreams…resting peacefully…goodnight. 

Jimin Is Away; Summer, Chapter Six

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1667

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Originally posted by kookmint

Y/N woke up on Friday morning with a smile plastered on her face and the smell of bacon wafting through the air. She pulled the covers back and padded into the kitchen where she saw Jimin humming happily, making breakfast. Y/N, giddy with excitement, quickly hugged Jimin while pouring herself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning Jiminie.” She chirped, (even though 10 o’clock wasn’t a “traditional” morning time for most people, it was for students on their days off). She hopped up on one of the bar stools with her coffee. Jimin chuckled and looked up, smiling at Y/N’s antics.

“You’re very happy this morning. What’s the occasion?” Jimin lightly bantered as he cooked.

“Well. First I get to go out with you today and then-“

“Wait, we’re going out today?” Jimin asked, furrowing his brows. Y/N’s smile faded, but reappeared again thinking that her forgetful friend just forgot about their arrangement.

“Yeah! See,” Y/N got up off her seat and pointed at the calendar on the fridge.

“Friday, June 2nd. It’s that dance festival in the streetlight district, the one that you wanted to go to so bad and raved about forever. We agreed to go together.” Jimin coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish expression on his face. Y/N’s smile fell completely and she stepped away.

“What?”

“I-um, maybe forgot that we were going together, and I asked Wheein to join me instead.” Jimin spoke softly, looking down at the ground in shame.

“O-Oh.” Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around herself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can call Wheein and cancel-“

“How can you forget, Jimin? We’ve had this planned for two weeks.” Y/N spoke softly, but her voice was laced with hurt.

“It slipped my mind, Y/N, I’m sorry. I-I guess I was so focused on Wheein that I forgot we agreed to go together. I can still cancel, make up some excuse and-“

“That’s beside the point Jimin. You still forgot about me, your best friend, and for what? Just for some girl? And after what happened two nights ago? Just go with Wheein, Jimin, it’s fine.” She turned to walk away.

“Y/N,” Jimin grabbed her wrist. “I’ll make it up to you. I can-“

“Don’t, Jimin.” Y/N said, yanking her wrist away. “Go have fun with Wheein. It’s fine.” She left him standing there, locking herself in her bedroom. Once inside, she let the angry tears build up, sighing deeply. More than anything she felt hurt that she was pushed aside for his girlfriend. Sure, she understood that she wouldn’t be able to do everything with him anymore, but they had made plans god damnit! Jimin could at least hold himself accountable for that.

“Y/N?” Jimin knocked on her door before trying the knob. “Really Y/N? Did you have to lock the door? Isn’t that a bit childish?”

“Don’t you have a date to get ready for?” she yelled through the door, even though she knew that the festival wouldn’t start until later in the afternoon. Jimin huffed.

“Can’t we talk about this; I don’t want to leave you here all upset.”

“Oh, so now you’ll put me above your girlfriend?” Y/N childishly quipped. She sighed. That was a bit too far, she thought. Before she could open her mouth to apologize though, Jimin yelled back at her.

“Real mature Y/N. Y’know what, fine, you can sit in there and sulk for all I care. Why don’t you learn to grow up and face the fact that you aren’t the most important girl in my life!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. Jimin had never yelled at her like that before. Sure, the two fought over silly little things, but this. This was raw, deep, and tears rolled down Y/N’s cheeks unintentionally. She could hear Jimin walk away and she allowed herself to cry softly into her pillow. She picked up her phone with shaky fingers and held it up to her ear.

“Hey! There’s my girl, I haven’t heard from you in a while, what’s up?”

“D-Do you think I could come and visit? I need to talk.”


After hours of comforting and watery giggles to make her feel better, Y/N was seated at a dining room table, a warm cup of tea in her hands as Namjoon sat next to her with a somber expression on his face. Jin sat on his right, and Yoongi sat to her left; his protective yet comforting hand rubbing her shoulder. She had finally become composed enough to tell them what happened.

“A-And then he told me that I need to grow up and face the fact that I’m not the most important girl in his life.” She finished. Yoongi’s grip tightened on her shoulder.

“That little punk, I oughta-“

“Oppa, don’t.” Y/N pleaded.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it Y/N, he was just upset. Drink, it’ll make you feel better.” Jin cooed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. These two were here when you called, and you just sounded so upset that they got worried too and refused to leave.” Yoongi apologized as Y/N drank the tea.

“It’s okay, besides I wouldn’t ask Jin-oppa to leave his own home.” She mumbled. “I just don’t understand why he’d say something like that, to me of all people.”

“Jiminie doesn’t think things through in the heat of the moment. He probably regrets saying it.” Namjoon said.

“It didn’t sound like it this time Joonie. He was really upset.”

“Y/N, you’ve been his friend practically since birth. You’ll make amends. I promise.” Jin reassured her.

“Yeah, and if he doesn’t he can make amends with my fist.” Yoongi grumbled. Y/N rolled her eyes and finished her tea.

“Now c’mon, smile. Didn’t you say that you were going to meet that guy today?” Namjoon asked.

“Guy? What guy?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, I haven’t heard about this either?” Jin questioned, looking down at Y/N.

“A while ago, at the library, Y/N picked up a guy and she’s going out with him tonight.” Namjoon smirked, nudging her side playfully.

“Who is he? Does he treat you right? He’s not one of those bad boys, right?” Yoongi spurted out question after question and Y/N had to cover his mouth with her hand to get him to shut up. He paused for a second, looking at her before licking her hand.

“Gross, dude.” Namjoon said as Y/N shrieked and wiped her hand on her jeans.

“Yoongi, this is our first date, please. You don’t need to go all mother hen on me. He’s a nice guy. Hoseok-ssi-”

“Woah, woah, wait. Jung Hoseok?” Yoongi interrupted.

“Yeah…? How do you know him?” Y/N questioned.

“He raps for me; he’s featured on a couple of my tracks. Decent dude with a playboy reputation. I don’t think he’d dare try something with a lovely girl like you, but if he does any funny business I’ll be having more than just a word with him.” Yoongi grumbled.

“Wasn’t Kookie supposed to help you get ready this afternoon?” Namjoon asked, checking his watch and noticing it was nearing 4 o’clock.

“Oh crap, what time is it? I should go.” Y/N stood, hugging the boys.

“Don’t let Jimin get to you Y/N. Go have fun, okay?” Yoongi said, patting her shoulders and leaving a reassuring kiss on top of her head before she left them.


“What are you two doing exactly?” Jungkook asked her later that afternoon. He rummaged through her closet, carefully laying a couple outfits on her bed.

“We’re watching a movie at his place.”

“Ooh~ Y/N~” Jungkook teased. She smacked his shoulder playfully.

“It’s not like that Kookie.” She blushed.

“Suurre it’s not.” Jungkook stuck her tongue out at her.

“But I recommend this,” Jungkook picked up an outfit and threw it at her. “Classy, yet sexy at the same time.” He smiled. The black dress Jungkook picked had long sleeves, but the back was cut open, revealing her skin to the world, cutting off around mid-thigh.

“Kook, you really are a genius.”

“I’m not a fashion major for nothing Y/N.” Jungkook said as she pulled the dress on. “Now sit and let me finish you up.” They sat in silence as Jungkook carefully applied her makeup and did her hair.

“What do you think Jimin will say when he sees you all dolled up?” Jungkook asked, raising his eyebrows in a playfully suggestive manner. Y/N huffed.

“He’s still here? It’s almost seven. He’s late again.” She avoided his question and Jungkook sighed.

“You’re being a little petty Y/N. Jimin will let up eventually.” Jungkook admitted, allowing Y/N to finally look in the mirror.

“Oh, Jungkook,” Y/N gasped. Her makeup was subtle, yet dark and sexy. Her hair was down, loose, perfectly in place yet casual if you looked in a glance. She turned back to look at Jungkook, but he was holding her shoes, smiling. He bent down and slid the shoes on her feet, getting back up and patting her head.

“Perfect. Now, my princess, go get you a man.” Jungkook teased, opening his arms up when Y/N leaned in to hug him. Jungkook followed her to the front door, about to leave with Y/N when-.

“Hey, Jungkook, what looks better the red or-“ Jimin walked out into the living room, holding two shirts in his hands. He stopped when he saw Y/N turn and look back at him. Jimin gulped, his eyes raking down Y/N’s body. His heart stirred in his chest, and he had to bite his lip to repress the feeling from boiling over and melting his heart.

“Y/N.” Jimin breathed.

“Jimin.” Y/N said coolly.

“W-Where are you going dressed like that?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that. Do you, Jimin?” She turned on her heal and left the apartment, leaving Jungkook in the doorway. He closed the door and walked back inside, chuckling as he tapped Jimin’s jaw.

“Close your mouth hyung, you’ll catch flies. Oh, and the green shirt definitely suits you better.”

Marichat Day 30: Scratch

He sighed as her nails scratched along his scalp. This was his favorite thing. His head lolled back in the sensations and Marinette took the opportunity to dance her lips down his jawline.

“You’re the most important thing in the world to me,” she promised, tugging his bell down to reveal a wider triangle of skin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Princess,” Chat Noir sighed, reclining on the chaise. “I’m yours.”

“Forever.” Marinette sucked on his pulse point, kissing the reddened skin as she pulled away. “I just need you to do one little thing for me.”

“Anything,” he breathed.

“You need to give me your Miraculous.”

Chat Noir blinked. “What?”

“Your ring. I need your ring.” Marinette sat back, still straddling him. She reached for his hand and Chat Noir moved it away.

“You’re not Marinette,” he said slowly.

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Too Damn Hot

Title: Too Damn Hot

Human!Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: language, suggestive language, teasing (sexual), smut.

A/N: Here’s a silly little thing because it’s currently 111 degrees Fahrenheit where I live and I’m meeeeeeltingggggg.

Originally posted by godshipsit

“Who the hell blew out the fucking air conditioning?!” you shrieked as you covered your face with a wet rag. The rag had gone warm in six minutes, two minutes quicker than the last one. You glanced up at the thermostat perched on the concrete wall. 94 degrees Fahrenheit. “Because I’m going to ring their fucking neck!

You lifted the rag from your face again, irritated by its warmth. Slamming the infuriating article onto the table, you sighed. The air conditioning in the bunker had gone out for the third time this summer. And, of course, today was the hottest day of the year.

“Now I understand why you constantly complain about the weather,” Cas mumbled as he entered the room. Your eyes widened at his state of dress, or undress, just a pair of blue and black plaid boxer shorts. Your gaze wandered up and down his toned, but not too muscular chest. “This heat is oppressive,” he groaned.

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Auston Matthews ~ My WCW, not yours

Another angst with a happy ending story, what can I say, love some angst :)))Liked writing this because I got to mention KJ Apa!! (actor from the tv show Riverdale in case anyone didn’t know who he was :) )

Requested: Yes

“Hey! Can you please write an Auston Matthews imagine of how a famous young actor/singer makes y/n his WCW and Auston gets jealous about it. And he becomes angry because it starts to trend and all his teammates retweet it as a joke. But y/n reassures him that she only want him? Thank you😊 “

Warnings: Nahh

For @jennbabeyy

Y/Ni is Nickname

——— —— — — is Time lapse



Originally posted by nylanderhoe


You were out at dinner with your best friend when your phone started buzzing like crazy. The lock screen displayed a number of twitter notifications, which were seemingly growing in number as each second passed, leaving you confused. You had like 100 followers on twitter, half of which were Auston’s team mates and their girlfriends, and you’d never got this many notifications from the app before.

You were normally against checking your phone at a table, you thought it was rude, but your friend was at the toilet and you were curious.

You unlocked your phone and pulled up your twitter, coming face to face with over 1,000 likes and retweets on the picture you had posted a few hours ago. You were shocked and you scrolled through the comments to find the source.

“Omg I can’t believe KJ Apa retweeted this!!”

You were pretty sure your mouth was hanging open unattractively, but if this person was right, then you had all the reason in the world to look like this currently.

You clicked back onto the notifications and discovered he had in fact retweeted your picture, it was of you watching riverdale that Auston had taken, and you let out a gasp. You had thought it was a pretty nice picture and so posted it, tagging him and some of the other cast, not thinking anything of it.

You were maybe a little wrong about that.

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Distracted

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word Count: 1,295

Request: Can you please do #21 and #26 with James Potter? (Random Dialogue Prompts)

Key: (l/n) = your last name


You sighed as Professor Binns continued to drone on, something about an ancient war that shaped wizard-kind, you weren’t quite sure. It was all you could do to not fall asleep right there, tapping your quill on the parchment and watching the clouds outside in an effort to stay awake; an effort which was very much strengthened when you saw a familiar owl fly to the windowsill beside your desk.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in an almost silent murmur, the little bird watching you intently. Your resolve crumbled as she continued to look at you with those big eyes, you rolled your eyes before opening the window as quietly as possible. “You silly thing, you’re supposed to be in the owlery.” Though your words were scolding, the smile on your face conveyed otherwise.

She hopped over the threshold, cheeping and nuzzling into your hand when you gently patted the top of her head. You shushed her, but she’d already gained the attention of your deskmate, and you let out a sigh as you turned to him with a finger to your lips. Hoping James Potter would ever keep his mouth shut was normally a lost cause, but he held up his hands in mock surrender, a small smirk playing at his lips.

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Smug

Originally posted by tinysofia

So like, I wrote this imagine MONTHS ago and here I am, writing a drabble for it lmfao. It was requested by @noordeep back in January before I starting writing. Lol so like it’s not exactly what you requested given the fact that its only one chapter and not multiple chapters but I did it haha. Anyway read up. 

Post!BotFA, Everyone Lives!AU

Master List


You blush as you are caught staring yet again at Thorin. It’s not your fault he was absolutely gorgeous. It was his.

“Y/n, why do you keep on staring at me?” Thorin asks from his spot across the fire. “I was not staring. I was spazzing,” you say, using lingo from your home back in regular earth.

“Spazzing? What is spazzing?” he asks completely and utterly confused which looks hella cute. “It’s like zoning out. Staring at something while thinking of something else,” you explain.

“Do you often spazz on Thorin’s butt?” Fili asks taking a seat next to you. You blush, pushing him off of the log. He laughs and rights himself. You look over to Thorin and he’s smirking and you want to wipe that smirk off of his face.

“I do not look at his butt,” you argue.

“Ah so you admit that you’re not spazzing, but actually looking,” Kili says, sitting on your other side.

“Why I’ve agreed to go hunting with you three astounds me,” you say. “Its probably because you have nothing better to do plus you like Thorin,” Kili says shrugging.

“Why don’t you go jump off a cliff?” you ask and he looks hurt, but you know he’s faking it.

“I take offense to that, my favorite human that fell out of the sky,” he cries out.

“I should have went back with Bilbo to Bagend,” you mutter to yourself. “But then you wouldn’t be able to see our gorgeous faces ever again,” Fili pouts, joining in with his brothers antics. “Oh sod off,” you tell them, shoving both of the brothers off of the log you currently sat on.

You look across the fire at Thorin and he has a smug look on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Thorin Oakenshield! I am not in love with you and I never will be,” you tell him making his smirk widen.

“We’ll see about that, y/n,” he responds, making you huff.

You did not want to tell him that you were in love with him since the day you fell into middle earth. That would only make his ego worse.

“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t there be someone running the kingdom?” you ask irritably. You had only planned on going hunting with Fili and Kili, not Thorin.

“Balin can handle it without me. According to Balin, I needed a break anyway,” Thorin shrugs. “That’s true. It seems you are getting more gray hairs than you had a year ago,” you say, earning a raised eyebrow from him as Kili and Fili take a seat on their own logs. 

“Are you calling me old?” he asks, slightly offended making you laugh.

“Well, Uncle, you are nearly two hundred years old,” Fili says as he roasts a hare over the fire. That earns a glare from Thorin.

“He can still beat your ass though,” you mutter earning a smile from Thorin.

“Oh just get a room you two,” Kili says, looking between you and Thorin. “We would except we’re in the forest,” Thorin retorts causing you to blush yet again. He is definitely trying to take the mickey out of you. Why couldn’t the earth just swallow you up again?

Fili rolls his eyes. 

“Uncle just tell her already,” Fili says, dodging a rock coming his way.

“Tell me what?” you ask, completely confused as to why Thorin is glaring at Fili.

“That he likes you. That much is obvious. He treats you better than he treats us,” Kili states and Thorin’s glare moves over to him. Fili stands, noticing his uncle was about to murder the both of them.

“Come on brother. Let’s leave before we get murdered,” Fili says, pulling his brother up from the log and walking away from the camp. You watch Thorin and his glare never waivers from his nephews, even when they’re no longer in sight.

“Is what they’re saying, true?” you ask quietly, hugging your knees to you chest. You had never had anyone like you back before so this is new news to you.

Thorin looks at your huddled form and sighs. He’s liked you since the day you miraculously fell into the river they were stopped at. He had to push the feelings aside because his focus was supposed to be on Erebor, but now that it was reclaimed, it came back full force. He stands and takes a seat next to you

“Of course it’s true. Do you think that I joke often?” he asks, taking your hand in his. “Well, you did tell more than one joke within the hour so, yes?” you ask meekly. “You silly little thing. Of course I like you as more than a member of my company. You bring joy to everyone around you. Including me,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Well, I’m glad that I can do so,” you say, pecking him on his cheek, earning a great big smile from the king. At least now, you can be just as smug as him.


Tags: @sdavid09 @jotink78

I’m awful. Terrible. The worst wife ever and a horrible human being, Sansa thought as she stared at her three week old baby boy.

I have to tell him.

She drew in a breath and let it out again shakily, stilling her hands momentarily as they worked on auto pilot to pack hers and baby Neddy’s things.

The front door opens and closes with a click.

“Sansa”? Calls her husband.

She closes her eyes and works on steadying her breath and heartbeat.

“In here” she sings, wincing a bit at how cheery she sounds.

Great. I’m about to break his heart and yet I sound positively giddy. Get a grip Sansa!

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G: What do you think? Now I’m jungle ready AND looking good!
H: *scoffs* Ya, if sweating buckets and looking like a dork is the new En Vogue.
G: No one asked you, Pataki.
H: No one had to ask, I’m performing a public service here. That things an atrocity to mankind and a health hazard.
G: *rolls eyes* Arnold, what do you think? Cool right?
A: Um, Gerald… Helga has a point.
G: Man, you’re supposed to support me as my best friend!
A: No, I’m supposed to keep you from doing something crazy. You could get heat stroke like that in this weather!
G: Tch. Phoebe! What do you think?
P: I think you look quite nice actua-
H: Her opinion doesn’t count.
G: What? And WHY not?
H: She’s biased. Completely blinded.
G: Blinded by WHAT?
H: That’s classified information. Now can you just wear your freaking t-shirt and get rid of that thing already, ya chucklehead!
G: What, no! Do you know how long I’ve been wanting this limited edition sweatshirt for? This is the best compromise I could think of after one of the sleeves ripped off and a huge tear was made in the side of it!
A: *sighs* … Gerald.
H: Look Geraldo, I’m not gonna get slowed down on this little mission of ours just because YOU decided to be an idiot and collapsed from the heat. Either you change into your t-shirt and get rid of that thing, or I pound you until you do. Your. Choice!!!
G: Alright, alright!


In which I once again got carried away with something silly. The crop top idea is all @farkledagain ‘s fault btw. And it started b/c I was a little surprised by Gerald still wearing his sweatshirt in the jungle in that one screenshot we got from Craig. It looks like it’s pretty thick too. I suppose, now that I think about it, it could just be night time lol. Either way I like poking fun at my children so no regrets. 

Also I imagine Arnold would ask his parents if they could help him get Gerald a new sweatshirt after they’re back home as a thank you for helping out and b/c he’d feel guilty about it having been ruined.

And sorry for the lack of stuff lately, been working mainly on shortakiweek stuff and i can’t share that until it’s time to.

scribblerage  asked:

If it's alright, could I have a Hanzo with Reader who is a bit of a joker. Like will do anything to make him laugh. Headcanons are fine if that's best for you.

Sure thing!

- You are like an escape for him from his life concerns, even though you seem a bit silly to him now and then, he does greatly appreciate your efforts to make him smile. This man needs it, as we all know and finds it very endearing as well.

- “Little flower, what are you planning?” He’d say, while watching you with an amused expression while you’re laying out all sorts of objects before him, setting up a game to play. “You need to take a break” and he’d sigh back at you while smiling, knowing you won’t leave him alone while he is battling his own demons. He’d gladly let you win and would compliment your skills while asking for a rematch. He gets very competitive! In a good way. You entertaining him with stories about silly antics pulled by the other agents.

- Enjoys listening to your jokes, as he does not laugh at many, but yours seem to fit into his type of humor very well. He might not laugh right away or at your jokes alone, but would mostly smile and laugh at the gesture and effort you are putting into making his day better. He would definitely notice that you are doing it just to get him to laugh more often and he would thank you properly by bringing you in for a tender kiss, while holding you close. “Thank you for thinking about my well being by entertaining me with such humorous stories, my dearest.”

- He might even put in his own dry jokes, but you’d have to think on them for a while, because he’s a little rusty with his own jokes. However, if you can understand each other even in a language full with jokes, prepare to get many witty comebacks from this man whenever you make a joke about him, because he will learn to create good comebacks for sure. He’d playfully smack you if he’s in the right mood too and have that gorgeous grin on his face.

Cross My Soul (Day 6: Promise)

Let’s just pretend that this is on time….

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“Can you promise me something?”

The question caught him off guard, and for a moment, he thought of saying no. Soul wasn’t very good at keeping promises, he’d really preferred to avoid them. Besides, if he broke it, the young albino would become, yet again, a disappointment. As he turned to face her, however, he was immediately put off by the way her eyes had lost all mirth. This was serious. Soul couldn’t afford to joke around right now.

“Depends on what it is, Maka,” He responded, though he was worried he messed up by saying it. It was obvious Maka needed reassurance. She didn’t voice any displeasure though.

Locking her pure emerald green eyes with his competing rubies, she asked, “Will you promise not to leave me?” The uncharacteristic vulnerability came off of her in waves, and Soul immediately understood. No matter how much she would deny it, Maka had some abandonment issues. She was being an idiot though, like Soul could ever leave her!

“I promise Maka, ’m not going anywhere,”

“Cross your soul?”

Her scythe snickered at the death child’s play on ‘cross my heart’. It was actually pretty damn cute, if you asked him. She, however, scowled at the aspect of him laughing. “What’s so funny?!? I’m trying to be serious, okay?!” He sobered slightly at her yells, looked straight into her ember green eyes, and said,

“Cross my soul, Maka.” He lifted his right hand, and made a cross over where he would guess his soul would reside.
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“Promise you won’t let me fall?”

Soul and Maka were quite literally on the edge. His hand was tightly clasped with hers, and Soul idly thought that he couldn’t keep this promise. He pushed that to the back of his mind, though. She was dangling at the edge of a cliff! Not the best time to think negatively.

It was at least a twenty feet drop, perhaps more. If she were to fall, it wouldn’t be without a scratch. As his sanguine eyes focused back on her, he smiled broadly, showing off his shark teeth and dimple. With a voice that evidently dropped with worry, he said:

“I promise Maka, I’m not gonna drop ya,”

“Cross your soul?”

Tightening his grip, he tried his best to lift his nimble meister away from the ledge. However, Soul may looked built, he’s not the one who trains almost everyday, she is. The scythe weapon fell down the cliff, with his meister’s hand still in his own.

Deciding to make the best out of the situation that will most likely lead to his demise, Soul watched the sun set, the wonderful hues of color dancing in the sky as one. The sun fought , and slowly lost, the battle of sleep. Everything seemed so slow, and the scythe could barely position himself to protect her body from the collision with the rocks below. A bird voiced it’s song to the afternoon. How peaceful would their death’s be? Right here, on this lovely late afternoon? There would be no screams, he knew, it would be quick. Just about all the stillness would be preserved.

Soul had excepted his death. Yet as he saw how Maka’s golden pigtails swam in the sky, and catch the beautiful afternoon colors, he remembered the promise he had made to her.

A new determination for their lives–her life–washed over him. Soul’s other hand changed into a scythe and hooked onto a supporting rock. Thank Death her hand was still in his. They dangled by his scythe arm, just a few feet away from demise. Time stood still.

“Cross my soul, Maka.”
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“Promise you’ll lead me?”

She seemed to always find a way to make him promise something. As the jazz music drifted through the checkered room, Soul was moving in sync with Maka. The demon watched with a judge full eye. Did the little imp know of his desire for her? Perhaps. They are the same person.

Right now though, he couldn’t really enjoy moving in step with her. There’s a reason she was here, after all. She was risking her sanity just to match wavelengths with Crona. Which was extremely stupid. He couldn’t really focus on that, though. There was a heel in his foot at the moment.

“P-promise, Maka. I’ll always be here to take the lead.”

“Cross your soul?”

The imp snickered slightly, as Soul did the first time she said that. Giving the thing a death glare, Soul growled. The music was haunting, and yet his little meister was in no affect of it. The spark in her eyes made his sigh, then he smirked.

“Cross my soul, Maka,” Soul spun her around, ignoring the throb in his foot, as the room in his soul faded to nothingness.
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“Promise you’re still my weapon?”

Soul had officially become a death scythe just about a month ago, and he somehow knew this was coming. The worry in her eyes made him sigh. These silly little promises of hers. His little rabbit (don’t tell anyone he calls her that in his head) was such the worry wart.

She rested her head on his lap, the T.V. blaring a commercial he had no care for. It was lunch time, and Maka was being too lazy to get up.

“I promise Maka. I’ll always be your weapon. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.”

She smiled fondly. They really only used the ‘cross you soul’ thing when they were younger, but perhaps it would be nice to rekindle the tradition?

“Cross your soul?”

He gave her a broad grin. Her hair was getting longer, he noted, as he took it out of her pigtails. Combing his fingers through it, Soul also noticed that she closed her emerald eyes, most likely becoming sleepy from his affectionate actions. When will he tell her his true feelings? Keeping it platonic was extremely hard.

“Cross my soul, Maka,” He absentmindedly kissed a strand of her hair.
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“Promise you love me?”

Maka blinked once. Twice. Did he just steal her line? She had to stop herself from chuckling. He was truly a dork, and he showed it more than ever after a year of dating.

They sat on the roof, Blair purring on Maka’s lap, sound asleep, while the meister sat in between her lovers legs. The sun was just a sliver in the horizon. Purples and blues and reds created a painting that will never be created again. Nothing will ever look like this again. The world is too unpredictable to make the same piece of art work.

“I promise, Soul. I love you with everything I have.”

“Cross your soul, little rabbit?”

She blushed at the nickname, though he had been using it since they began dating. His strong fingers traced her cheekbone, while the other hand played idly with a strand of golden hair. Blair stretched out on her lap, but her sleep remained undisturbed. She smiled up at him.

“Cross my soul, Soul Eater.“

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Sorry you had to read through my cringe writing!
~M

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

lol i’ve stopped being anxious about these prompts being late, they’ll happen eventually

[Day 4: Common Interests]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.


Day 5: Right-Hook


Chat Noir used the twenty euros that Ladybug had reluctantly handed over to buy himself a plate of crepes and waffles, and after that the Egg Discourse™ had thankfully ended. They finished their brunch together while Alya started checking all of the likes and hits racking up on the video that she had posted of the two of them arguing rather vehemently about food of all things. Figures that they couldn’t dare to argue with each other about something serious but the moment you brought up irrelevant discourse about breakfast foods, they were both at each other’s necks and attracting the attention of an entire restaurant with their antics. Alya thought about telling them that they acted exactly like an old married couple who loved to bicker about the little things and didn’t sweat the big ones, but she figured it would sound odd considering they were trying to convince the world of the exact opposite.

The three of them ended up on top of an apartment building near the café with Alya leaning against the chimney and moderating all the comments that were steadily pouring onto the end of the video. She must have been at it for longer than she realized because at some point Ladybug and Chat Noir discarded their weapons next to her and started killing time in that way they usually did whenever people randomly caught footage of them on their patrols at night. They’d switched from a crunching competition to doing handstands on the edge of the roof to some light hand-to-hand practice by the time Alya was sure she’d gotten all of the inappropriate comments off.

“Sorry about this,” Alya told them as Chat Noir knocked Ladybug onto her back and declared himself the winner of their second round. “My friend Nino usually helps mod this stuff for me when I’m busy but he’s got a family thing right now and I don’t want to let the comments get too cluttered.”

“Take your time, we don’t have much to do today anyway,” Ladybug said, sounding slightly out of breath. She nodded at Chat Noir. “Again.”

“Don’t stay so flat footed by the way,” Chat Noir told her. “Stay bouncing on your toes and you can move quicker. When you’re ready.”

Ladybug lunged at him first while Chat Noir quickly blocked her punch, and Alya cleared her throat as she pulled up a few comments. “Alright. So the results of that little show during brunch are turning out to be interesting.”

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Caution - Weirdness ahead. Read at your own risk.

Inspired by this post and based on @glynnisi’s insane prompt. If you want to blame anyone for the following piece of crack, blame her. I know I do.


For as long as he could remember, Steve had been attracted to Darcy. She was smart and plucky, open to new friendships and remarkably accepting of all the madness that surrounded their lives in the tower. He had met her by accident, having ventured into the labs for the first time in search of Bruce only to stumble upon her instead, standing on a table and trying to get into the vent above. (“CLINT! You give me back my taser or I’ll fucking end you!”) One look at her and Steve knew he would fall hard. There was just something about her, something freeing, that made him want to take her hand and run away, regrets and responsibilities be damned.

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I Promise

Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 284

Warnings: language, sick reader, mild dirty thoughts, fluff.

A/N: Here’s a silly little Sam thing, inspired by the fact that I feel like crap right now. Enjoy. <3

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You held a cool cloth to your head as you shivered under your blankets. Letting out a shuttered sigh, you snuggled deeper into your blanket. Fuck this virus and everything about it.

“Y/N?” you heard Sam call from your doorway. “How are you feeling today?”

You lifted the cloth off your head and placed it on the small table beside you. “Like shit,” you mumbled, sniffling. You let out a short, harsh cough. Geez, your throat was on fire. You you gazed up at the younger Winchester, your eyes locking to his as he approached you.

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, just inches from your hand. You had no energy to react, although all you wanted to do was pounce on the gorgeous giant. He wore a charcoal gray and black flannel shirt, which was your favorite on him. You couldn’t help but imagine the toned, tanned skin beneath the sinful article. But, for now, you could settle for closeness.

Sam lifted the wet cloth from the table and gently placed it back on your head, holding it there. Then, he slowly traced the soothing fabric over your face, easing the burn. “You’re still really warm.” Sam peered down at you with concern as he continued to cool your face.

“I took two fever reducers about a half an hour ago. They should kick in soon.”

Sam nodded as he gently placed his hand on your stomach. “Get some sleep, babe. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Okay,” you whispered in agreement as you took his hand in yours, instantly calmed by the contact. “You promise?”

Sam’s lips curled into a sweet smile as he squeezed your hand. “I promise.”


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anonymous asked:

since we've been on daddy harry.Maybe it's the first time things have started to get heated between the two of you since you've brought your little babe home and things are going great until h begins to remove your shirt and you just burst into tears and he is so confused and sad bc he doesn't know what's wrong "wha's d'mutta luv? why y'cryin?" and you know it's silly but you're upset bc your worried once he sees you're post baby belly he won't find you as attractive and he'd be so supportive😭

“Heyyy, hey.” He sits up, a worried look on his face. “What’s happening?”

You let out a sigh. You feel so stupid for all of this, but you can’t help it. “Harry I…. don’t look at me.”

“M'lookin at you right now, silly girl. What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“My stomach… its….” You sigh. “It’s not like it was.”

He smiles reassuringly, brushing your hair off of your head. “Love I’ve seen it since the birth. It looks fine.”

“Yeah but not in… this setting. It’s not sexy anymore, Harry. It’s bad. It’s flabby, and I’m trying really hard but…” You don’t even finish your sentence. You reach up to wipe a tear away and Harry takes your hand.

“Love. Look at me.” When you meet his eyes he’s got the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “Don’t talk about yourself that way, hm? This stomach…” He lifts up your shirt and presses the gentlest kiss to your bellybutton. “So pretty. In fact, prettiest tummy I’ve ever seen.” He continues to pepper little kisses across it between sentences. “It’s so beautiful. Carried our baby in it for nine months, and yet you’re being so mean to it. S'not nice. It’s trying its hardest, you know.”

You smile, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his curls while he continues to kiss. “I love you,” you say softly.

He presses another long, lingering kiss to your bellybutton and smiles up at you. “I love you, too. And I love this tummy. And so did our baby. It was her home. And if she’s anything like her mummy, it was probably a very peaceful, beautiful, and wonderful space for her.” You giggle and his nose crinkles at the sound. “And now, its empty. And still just as pretty as ever, hm?”

For Kaity.

Originally posted by becausepine

For @kaitymccoy123, after a rough day. I love you to bits, dear, and I think they lost out, not you. I hope this is decent (banged it out on lunch break, posting quickly. Probably riddled with errors). Also, it’s incredibly difficult to find a good AOS Scotty gif.


“I didn’t get it.”

“Ya what?” Monty’s nose crinkles in a way that you would normally find adorable. As it is, the entire world seems dampened by the bitter disappointment that snakes through your chest, and your answering smile is hollow.

“The job. I didn’t get it.” Despite your best efforts, you feel your voice hitch a little on the words. 

“The rat bastards,” he spits, dropping his spanner and pulling you into his arms, heedless of the fact that you’re in the E deck corridor for all to see. You smush your nose into the mesh fabric of his red shirt and let him hold you tight. 

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he murmurs, more an instinctive litany of comfort than actual shushing. He rocks you gently back and forth, threading agile fingers through your dark hair. His skin smells of bay rum aftershave and something vaguely singed, and it crosses your mind to ask him, later, how the refit is coming. He presses his lips to your temple and sighs heavily through his nose. “The silly sods don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it.”

His words send hot tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Silly as it is, to cry feels a little like defeat, like one last punch in the gut. You pull back, biting at your lip and swiping your face in frustration. 

Monty catches your hands in his. “My heart,” he says softly, reaching to thumb away the tear-tracks that stain your cheeks. “I know what I’ve got right here.” His eyes are dark as he stares at you for a long moment, as if memorizing your features. You can see, suddenly, that he shares your heartbreak. He clasps his fingers around the nape of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead and fluttering his eyes closed. “I have the very best thing, Kaity. I have you.”


Bonus, because I just can’t resist.

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Play With Me

Rated F, for *Feeds the Jonghyun Smut Monster and backs away slowly*


Lazy weekends at home with Jonghyun were your favorite. You loved spending hours together, cuddling and talking and watching movies and listening to music, making out in between and sometimes letting it go further, if you were in the mood. You were almost always in the mood, around Jonghyun, it seemed.

It had been another of those lazy weekends, the last couple days. Now, it was evening, and you were laying on one couch while Jonghyun sprawled on the other, neither of you really watching whatever was playing on the TV in front of you. When Jonghyun finally broke the comfortable silence between you, his voice sounded playful.

“Truth or dare?”

You looked over at him, confused and a bit exasperated. “Truth or dare? What are you, twelve?” you asked, laughing.

Jonghyun sat up a little more, shrugging. “Maybe. I just wanna have some fun with you, jagiya.” he said, grabbing the bottle of soju that sat at his feet, then your hand, and dragging all three of you to the floor. You sighed, rolling your eyes, but you would have been lying if you said you weren’t a little charmed by the whole thing. Jonghyun could be so intense, it was easy to forget sometimes how completely silly he was, too, and you loved that side of him just as much.

Jonghyun’s eyes twinkled as he sipped the soju straight from the bottle. “Okay. I’ll ask you first. Truth or dare?”’

You barely thought about it, still not as committed to this game as you were sure he’d like you to be. “Dare, I guess.” Might as well go for the most fun you could.

Jonghyun considered this, his eyes narrowed as they looked into yours. “Hmm.”

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