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{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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A really important line in Halo 4

Lasky: Chief, I won’t pretend to know how you feel. I’ve lost people I care about, but never anything you’re going through.

Why is this important?

Because Lasky has lost everyone. His brother, Cadmon. His squadmates: Chyler, Dima, JJ, Vickers. His instructor, Colonel Mehaffey. His Commanding Officer General Black. All of his schoolmates save for Michael Sullivan and April Orenski. And at this point in the universe, he has probably lost his mother too. And this is just the ones we know. We know nothing of his time as a Navy pilot, or really anything between Corbulo and the UNSC Infinity. 

So here we have this character who has gone through so much pain and suffering comforting John, who, in retrospect, only lost an AI. Not a flesh and bone person, not someone who lived a long life, or had a life cut short or anything really comparable to the losses Lasky has suffered. Yet, he still finds it within himself to genuinely and truthfully sympathize with John, and acknowledge John’s emotions without any prompting, and know when he’s pushed John just enough.

This is by far the main reason why I love Tom Lasky so much. His selfless, empathetic persona is a fantastic contrast to the grim and stoic UNSC personnel we’ve seen. Tom is someone deeply in tune with his emotions and unafraid of them; a rarity in the military (that comes from personal experience).  His emotionalism almost destroyed him at Corbulo. He let his anger towards Cadmon’s death reign, but Mehaffey saw the value in it. A soldier with empathy and compassion…a unique trait that set Tom Lasky apart from the rest of his squad and later, from the rest of the Infinity crew. 

Lasky has a trait that balances him perfectly against John, who vehemently rails against his emotions at an increasing rate through the game. And this, I think, is something often overlooked within Halo 4. 

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Today on ‘I’m Gonna Cry over Fanart’

in case you haven’t heard it today:

i’m proud of you.
you are getting through this.
yes, shit is hard but

you are you doing this. you are pushing forward.

progress is progress, no matter how small the step forward is.

don’t stop now

unpopular opinion

aquamarine’s design is good. here’s why
-fae theme
-prep school uniform outfit with the diamond incorporated for the tie and collared shirt
-confirmed really small gem!! like the one setting for the ruby ship
-teardrop gem underneath eye
-the teardrop fits well into her personality (i.e. faux empathy/childishness)
-wings and bow fit into the fae/insect theme as well
-fat and small!
-her wand has connotations both as a discipline wand and as a faerie wand
-traditional faeries are mischievous troublemakers and pests but often clever
-her outfit already tells us a lot about her- a rich, prissy vibe as well as a more aristocratic position
-her fae appearance may have influenced human mythology in the suniverse
-not conventionally attractive
-distinct shapes and silhouette
-she’s SUPPOSED to look annoying and punchable
-small appearance moved forward the “are you my dad?” narrative
-her weapon is creative and the slap wristband jokes are really good
it’s ok if you don’t like her design! but please be considerate of the thought put into it by the team. concept art has likely existed for years, as with all the characters and plot heavy episodes.

Haikyuu Fic Recs!

So I’m going to premise this rec list by saying that I like fics on the long-side so if you’re looking for short one-shots, you might not find what you’re looking for in this list. I’m not a huge fan of angst (although that doesn’t mean there isn’t any in this list, just not a lot), I enjoy smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) , I like a fair few rarepairs and I like to think that I’m extremely picky when it comes to how something is written, pacing etc. I’ve read all the fics in this list multiple times, they are definitely my all-time favourites. I organized these as best as I could and included the rating, word count and summary from the author for each. 

(Fics with a ♡ beside them are my 100% must-reads.)

Recs are under the cut, happy reading! 

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mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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“His Wedding” (Part 10)

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 4875 (omg)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: heart wrenching angst (again)

Characters (by appearance): Bucky Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanoff 

A/N: if you need comfort come to my inbox

i feel like i fucked up with the grammar of this part because of the flashbacks, but i tried editing it over and over again. still i’ll come back and go over it again!

“His Wedding” Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

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Previously on “His Wedding” :

“If anything’s gonna change, it would be only be my love for you, because I’m gonna miss you so much that it will intensify to infinity.”

“You can love me infinity right here. Please don’t go?” You add softy.

But that night, he still went, leaving you holding back your tears at the gates of the airport, as you sadly waved him goodbye.

And little did you know, you were saying goodbye to your Bucky forever.

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DEAN X READER ALPHA/OMEGA SMUT

Title: Barking Up The Right Tree

Prompt: alpha/omega dean x reader first time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1862

Warnings: SMUT, a/b/o verse, alpha!dean, omega!reader, beta!sam, knotting, heat, very slight fingering, kinda kinky trope, dirty talk, some fluff at the end

A/N: I’m still not taking requests, but this is just a teaser to keep your dirty little minds satisfied until I post again ;)

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“S-Sam?” you call with a shaking voice. It’s only seven in the morning, and Dean had left for breakfast. Sam was here to watch you, as you had been feeling ill for a few days.

Sam races to your room and almost breaks down the door to get to you. He had always been protective like a big brother, and you knew he was trustworthy in this situation.

“Y/N? Are you—” He has to stop speaking to regain his composure. You were naked, but wrapped in your blankets. Even you could smell your slick.

“I thought you were a beta.” he mumbled, covering his mouth and nose.

“Yeah? Well me too.” You reply, a bit of anger in your voice.

“I’ll get you some things you’ll need. DON’T let Dean into your room.” Sam ordered. You roll your eyes and shoo him away, wanting to cover your scent before the alpha got home.

“I mean it, Y/N. Once he smells you, no amount of suppressants will stop him.”

Sam exits with a serious look on your face. You wait until he has left before you stand in all your naked glory, shutting your bedroom door. You were supposed to be a beta, never having experienced a heat before. Dean had never had any issues around you, and Sam was a beta as well. When you had woken up that morning though, you felt a hot wetness between your legs and a burning desire in your stomach. From friends’ stories, you knew you were in heat. Apparently, you were an omega.

You had at least thrown on a button up that Dean had lent you months ago, but it was so comfy that he allowed you to steal it. You wore it along with a simple pair of underwear. Sam arrived just as you curled up in your bed, after changing the scented sheets.

“I brought you heat spray, suppressant pills, and um…yeah.” the awkward beta handed you a bag. You thanked him and opened the sack, widening your eyes at the contents.

“Is that a…?”

“Yeah…”

“And I’m supposed to…?”

Sam nodded and gave you a small smile, leaning forwards and quickly kissing the top of your head.

“Good luck.” he grinned, heading towards the hallway. You glared at him as he left, making sure to lock and close your door.

Reluctantly, you pulled out the nine inch dildo and tossed it across the room. There was no way you’d use that thing. You set the pill bottle on the bedside table, deciding to use those later, and immediately sprayed the deodorizer around the room. It began to smell normal again, and not of sex and lust.

Things were alright for the first few hours, until you heard the bunker door open down stairs.

Dean was home.

Despite feeling perfectly fine just a few minutes earlier, your stomach began to painfully twist in knots and your thighs were coated in the wetness once more. You could smell Dean, and you wanted him, bad.

You hadn’t taken the suppressants, but you wished you had. The room was immediately scented, and the smell of your heat was everywhere, mixing with Dean’s scent that he was unknowingly emitting.

“D-Dean…” you whimpered, clenching and relaxing your thighs. You fell onto your back and bit your lip, overtaken by the sudden aching desire within your body. You wanted to be bred, your body wanted to be bred.

And you wanted your alpha to breed you.

There was a sudden commotion on the stairs, and you strained to hear over the blood pumping in your veins.

“Dean, no! Do you have any idea what will happen?” it was Sam, and you could hear his panicked words.

“Dammit Sammy! She needs me.” Dean growled in his alpha voice.

Sam was required to back off at his tone, but he carried on with his efforts. You whimpered and fisted the sheets as your desire grew.

Your door was nearly broken, this time the lock flying off. Sam was still trying to pull him away as he struggled to get to you, finally turning and growling at Sam to back off. The beta threw up his hands and stomped away, whilst Dean approached your body. He shut the door as best he could, obviously not able to lock it.

“Dean,” you whimpered. The bed dipped as he sat down, gently moving towards you. He stiffened when you reached out and touched him.

“You’ve been waiting so long…you’re burning up baby girl.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. At the alpha’s touch, you moaned and dug your nails into the mattress, needing release. Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Alpha’s gonna take care of you.” he rumbled, beginning to unbutton your shirt.

You hadn’t put on a bra, and Dean cursed at your beautifully exposed breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting the nub. He palmed the other, leaving you writhing in pleasure on the bed.

You gripped the collar of his jacket, urging him to take it off. He complied, throwing the leather material to the side. He grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, getting on his hands and knees above your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his naked torso.

“I need you.” you whispered, trying to pull his body down to yours. He began to fervently kiss your neck and shoulders. You gasped and groaned at the contact, threading your fingers through his hair and moaning.

“What do you need me to do?” he growled against your skin. His hands trailed down your body to your thighs, cupping them and tugging you forcefully towards his body.

“Knot me.” you said almost shyly. He smiled and tucked his fingers beneath you, unclasping and removing your bra. He then took your shirt, or rather, his shirt, off you and tossed it near his own clothing.

“You want me to knot you baby?” he grumbled, kissing at your cheeks and chest. “Fill you up with my alpha seed?”

Dean reached down and pushed your panties aside, easing his index and middle finger in. You shivered as he collected some of your slick, taking his fingers into his mouth. He moaned at the taste and inhaled deeply, as though high. You were his drug.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, balancing his weight on one hand and reaching for his belt with the other. “You’re so ready to be bred, to be my little omega.” he spoke. His belt came off, and he hastily popped the button and zipper. You placed your palms flat on his chest and wriggled beneath him as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs.

You gasped as his cock bumped against your thigh, leaking his own alpha slick. His knot was already forming at the base, and you bit your lip thinking about him inside of you.

“Please, Dean.” You whined, wrapping your arms loosely around the alpha’s neck. He kissed your shoulder and reached a hand down, angling the large head against your pussy lips. You moaned as he rubbed against your slit, wetting his shaft in your slick and teasing your heat.

When he began to push in, you dug your nails into his biceps and cried out at the new sensation. Dean went slow, entering your body inch by inch until he was balls deep.

“Fuck Y/N…” he grunted, supporting himself on both arms above you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the ache, a satisfactory burning spreading through your body.

“Breed me, Dean.” you said softly. He was instantly thrown into his alpha rut, wrapping his large hand around your hip. His other fingers tangled with yours beside your head. You hissed through your teeth as he pumped his hips once.

He began to pick up a rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking omega heat. Dean let out little grunts and grumbles as his cock met resistance against your tight depth.

“This is what you wanted me to do, right?” he grumbled, speeding up. His cock pounded into your trembling body, causing you to groan and hold onto his thick shoulders for dear life. Dean continued to assault your waiting sex.

“D-Dean…Dean…” you whimpered, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His hands went down to cup your thighs, using your body as leverage for his thrusts. You felt his knot building at the base of his shaft.

“Such a good little omega,” Dean grunted. “Taking your alpha’s cock, letting me breed you.”

You fisted the sheets and cried out as Dean lifted your body. He flipped you over on your stomach, leaning over and pinning you down with his cock still buried deep inside of you. His hips slammed into your ass with each heavy thrust, and he buried his face into your neck.

“I’m gonna fill you up with so much of my alpha seed.” he growled, causing you to whine in his grip. He continued to slam into your body for a few more minutes, eventually letting out a low guttural moan. You cried out as he gripped both of your hips and pushed himself deep into you, thickening against your outer lips.

His knot slowly eased into you, swelling and locking you together. Dean fell against your smaller frame and wrapped his arms around you.

He stilled as his cock twitched and pulsed within your depth, releasing his cum. He pushed your hair aside and made a nip on your neck, releasing a bit of blood. You gasped at being filled with his sperm, and the sudden realization.

“Dean, you just…”

“I mated my omega.” he mumbled, shielding your trembling body from the cold air. The thought of you being his omega brought you to a climax, sending waves of heated pleasure coursing through you. Dean held you tight as you gasped and wriggled, the torture of oversensitiveness almost breaking you.

You were locked together for nearly an hour until Dean’s knot was small enough to pull apart. He slid his softening prick out and fell next to you, gathering your body before you could slip away to clean up. He cuddled you to his chest and kissed the mated mark, lifting your chin and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A happy warmth spread through you as his alpha cum dripped from your opening.

“Thank you, alpha.” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. He held you close and sighed, still breathing heavily. Dean ran his fingers through your hair and allowed you to rest.

“I-I love you, Y/N.” he stammered. You lifted your head and smiled, kissing his chest. He returned a grin and curled one arm beneath his head, the other weaving around your body.

“I love you too Dean.” you replied. You settled on him and sighed contentedly.

“I knew you were an omega, before all of this.” he admitted. “I also knew that I’d be the one to knot and breed you, that I was your alpha.”

“Really?” you asked, a bit shocked.

“You would never listen to Sam, but you always obeyed me.” he winked. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest, still a bit shaken from having your first heat—and alpha.

It was only a few minutes later that your slick was heavy again and his knot began to swell once more…

Merman Lance Mini Fic

Lance skin felt like it was ripping apart. Probably because..it was. It had been weeks since he changed, and he was missing his beautiful blue scales. The face masks helped moisturize the scales on his face, but for his legs however, was a completely different story. It started as slight skin peeling, as if he had a sunburn. His usual dark mocha skin turned itchy and splotchy red. He tried to keep his mind off of it, but it demanded to be noticed. And yet, he kept silent. He didn’t want to let his team down, to delay their already hectic schedule just because he was in a little pain. So he kept going about his business like nothing was wrong. That was until one training session.
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It was the usual group training: all of them teamed up, fighting against various droids. Everything was going smoothly, until Lance felt a sharp pain go up his leg as he crouched down to shoot a droid that was headed toward Keith. Lance bit the inside of his cheek to stop from crying out in pain, but couldn’t help the small, pained gasp that escaped his capped lips. Hunk demolished the final droid, turning toward Lance. “Hey, are you alright? I heard you gasp, did you get hit or something.” Not trusting his voice, he shook his head. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push him, instead coming to help him up. Lance took a deep breath and slowly raised back up. “I’m fine, Hunk. Let’s just go and get some supper.” He then turned and took a small step forward. That was a grave mistake. As soon as he put pressure on his other leg, he couldn’t hold back the small scream of agony. He would’ve fell to the ground if it weren’t for Hunk to catch him. “Lance!!” The others rushed toward him, worry painting their faces. Another gasp was heard, but this time, it wasn’t from Lance. Pidge gaped in horror as a streams of blood were coming from Lance’s legs, creating a small puddle around his feet. That’s when all hell broke lose. Keith quickly grabbed Lance, easing to the ground. “Lance, what’s wrong?!” Lance whimpered out a small “L-legs. Hurt.” Keith hands then fumbled around Lance’s belt, trying to see the damaged. With trembling fingers, he pulled of Lance’s pants, and pales at the sight before him. Large cracked gashes ran along Lance’s legs and if Keith looked closely, he could see blue scales beneath the bloody flesh. Shiro knelt beside Lance. “Lance, what happened? What can we do?” He asked frantically. “W-water..” was the weak reply. Keith wasted no time. He lifted Lance into his arms, pulled him against his chest, and ran. “Keith!! Where are you going?!” The team chased after them to the…bathroom? Keith quickly turned the knob of the bathtub. As the water began to fill, Keith stripped Lance of his other clothes. As soon as there was enough water, he delicately tossed Lance into the tub. The water began to turn crimson. “Keith, what are you doing??” “He said water, what else did you expect me to do?!” The team began to bicker when Lance suddenly released a relieved sigh. “Guys. Guys! GUYS!!” Hunk yelled. “Look..” The team stopped as the water lapped at Lance’s legs, stopping the bleeding. They watched with wide eyes as the rich, mocha legs slowly became a shiny, blue tail. Scales started to appear across Lance’s arms and cheeks. His nails became slightly pointed and a thin layer of webbing connected his fingers. Gills formed along the side of his throat. A pleased rumbled escaped from Lance as he lowered himself into the water. After they got over the initial shock of what just happened, the team turned to Lance. “What the fuck just happened?” “Pidge! Language!” Lance fidgeted in the water, a nervous blush appearing on his cheeks. “If I’m out of the water for too long, my scales get dried out, and it kinda forces me to change back. The only problem with that is, it makes my skin crack, and if it’s too severe I could…bleed out.” “WHAT?! Lance, you literally could have died! Why didn’t you tell us? Honestly, what were you THINKING?!” Keith fumed. Lance cast his eyes to the floor. “I..I didn’t want to be a nuisance. I just wanted to be strong, like all of you guys.” Keith eyes turned soft. “You’re not a nuisance Lance. Far from it.” He let his fingertips graze down his arm. “We care about you. You really gave us a scare there.” Lance locked eyes with Keith, smiley softly at him. Someone cleared their throat. “Alright, if you two are gonna make googley eyes at each other, I’m out. Also, I feel really weird now that we’re just standing around Lance while he’s in a bathtub. I’m getting food.” Pidge exclaimed as she made her exit. Shiro and Hunk chuckled and followed her as Lance and Keith flushed redder than Keith’s Lion. Keith rubbed the back of his neck, and awkwardly gave a soft pat on Lance’s shoulder. “Take all the time you need. Come get some dinner after your done.” Keith turned to leave. “Hey, Keith!” Keith stopped and turned around. “Thanks for..everything.” Keith grinned. “No problem, Lance.” “Oh, and Keith?” “Yes?” Lance smirked. “Next time you want in my pants, just ask first.” Keith nearly killed over and tried to back out of the door, rambling nonsense coming from his mouth. He turned, tried to flee, and ran into the door. Lance giggled and Keith gripped his nose, grumbling out of the door, sporting a bright flush of color across his cheeks. Lance let his arms tip over the side of the tub, gazing at the door Keith just exited. “Heh. Cute.”

You deserve better than me // Shawn Mendes

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is curvier than the average girl but you and Shawn are dating and his friends question why he’s with y/n when he can be with anyone he wants and y/n overhears and gets really sad and insecure?

Authors note: GET YOUR TISSUES…GET YOUR ICE CREAM…ITS TIME TO CRY


Sydney was a confusing place. Luckily, all I had to do was climb out of a taxi and I was where I needed to be. If I had to drive myself to the arena I surely would have gotten lost. 

I climb the stairs, flashing my pass that Geoff had mailed me, to the security guards and walk inside. Its warm in the foyer area and I unzip my jacket. 

“Y/n!” I turn around and see Geoff walking over to me.

“Hey,” I smile, giving him a hug.

“How was the flight?”

“Was pretty good actually. I fell asleep halfway over and didn’t wake up until we were landing.” I shift my bag onto my other shoulder.

“I can’t believe you agreed to this. Shawn is going to flip.” Geoff chuckles, leading me around the corner and towards backstage. 

“I can’t believe I’m here either. I’m so excited,” Geoff holds the door open for me and I walk past.

“So I haven’t told him you’re here, its a complete surprise.” Geoff smirks and points to a door at the end of the hallway. “Just through there.”

“Thank you so much for this.” I smile at him and Geoff nods before leaving me alone in the hallway. The door shuts and I take a slow breath, hoping to calm myself but instead my nerves just pick up.

I approach the door nervously, my hand about to reach for the handle when a faint voice stops me.

“So are you still dating that girl, whats her name…?” A man’s voice trails off and I stay frozen.

“Y/n?” I hear Shawn respond and my heart flutters.

“Yeah her, are you still with her?” The guy asks and I await Shawn’s response.

“I am,” 

“Really?” He responds right away, a note of almost distaste in his tone.

“What?” Shawn asks, I drop my hand away from the door handle.

“Its just, you know..” He chuckles. Shawn doesn’t.

“No. What is it?” 

“She’s just so, how can I put this nicely… uh, curvy.” I frown, my gaze falling onto my stomach. I wasn’t that curvy. I mean sure, I wasn’t a stick but I also wasn’t severely overweight. 

“Whats wrong with her being curvy?” I hear Shawn defend me and a smile breaks out on my face.

“Oh come on Shawn. You’re Shawn Mendes, a sex icon for girls, you can have anyone you wanted yet you choose her.” The guy laughs and I glare at the door, wishing instead that he was my target instead of the wood. Another laugh joins in.

“I don’t want-” Shawn’s cut off by the guy.

“Mate, when you go to take photos together, she’s so large that you can’t even fit in the photo with her.” They all laugh except Shawn. I’d recognize his laugh anywhere. I bite my lip to distract myself from the sting of their words.

“Shawn, we’re going out tonight after your show, you should come with. I know this really pretty girl I can hook you up with.” The guy was getting on my nerves. First he says harsh words about my figure and now he wants to get Shawn with another girl. Did he not hear Shawn just say he was in a relationship? 

“I’m with Y/n.” Shawn dismisses the subject and I feel the smile form back on my face. As long as I had Shawn, everything was okay.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” The two Australian’s- judging by their accents- laugh. There’s silence.

“Well, I guess,” Shawn finally says and I feel my stomach drop. I step back away from the door until I hit the wall. I couldn’t comprehend what I just heard. I felt dizzy. I could hear my heart thumping. The door opens, distracting me from my thoughts.

I look up and I meet brown eyes full of surprise. I can’t seem to get any words out.

“Y/n?” His voice sounds shaky. I don’t look at him, I can’t. All I can hear is ‘what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her’ on loop inside my head.

“Why aren’t you moving- No way is this the chick? Dude this is Shawn’s girl.” I look behind Shawn to see a dark haired man looking over his shoulder where a second later, another man appears. “She looks better in person as well, not as much-” He gestures to his sides. I had to leave.

Without meeting Shawn’s gaze, I hastily pull the door open and slam it shut behind me. I don’t stick around to see if Shawn’s following. Why would he when he can meet up with the other girl tonight?

I race back past the security guards and practically fly down the stairs. I stop at the base, unsure of which way to go. I’d never been to Sydney before. 

“Y/n!” I turn around. Shawn’s taking the stairs two by a time. Making a quick decision I walk quickly towards the park that’s surrounding the left side of the arena. “Y/n wait, turn around.” 

I ignore him, pretending not to see the wondering eyes from strangers as we were starting to cause a scene. 

“Please, let me explain.” I hear him call, his voice desperate and vulnerable and it stops me.  

I turn on my heels, facing Shawn. “Explain what? That I basically heard you agree to meet up with other girls as long as I didn’t know.” I glare at him. “And thanks for sticking up for me when those guys basically called me fat. Oh wait-” I pause, my searing gaze never wavering. “As long as I didn’t know about it, it won’t hurt me.”

“Baby, Y/n, please,” Shawn pleads, taking a small step forward but I take one back. “I was just agreeing with those guys to shut them up. I have to deal with them- they help out with sound.” 

“You’re Shawn Mendes. You can do whatever you want, fire whoever you want.” I nearly shout, my anger growing.

“Y/n, I haven’t seen you in nearly 2 months. I don’t want to spend our time fighting over something stupid.” Shawn runs a hand through his hair, making the strands fall across his forehead.

“Something stupid?” I ask, my eyes widening.

“Wrong way to put it.” Shawn rushes to say but I’m not listening.

“Calling me fat is stupid now is it?” I sass, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Y/n..” Shawn stresses. “Please can we not do this right now, I missed you and I want to spend the small time we have together happy,”

“Shawn you don’t understand!” I cry, tears welling in my eyes. “What they said hurt! Telling you that I was overweight and you could get someone better, that hurt.”

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest as their words finally sink in. 

“You deserve better than me,” I sob, gripping his shirt. 

“Y/n, no don’t do this to yourself.” He rubs my back gently, trying to soothe me with words. “You’re beautiful and amazing and I’m so lucky to have you.” he tilts my chin up to meet his eyes, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

“I swear I only said that to shut them up, I’d never want anyone else but you. Ever. Not when I have you waiting at home for me.” He smiles, trying to cheer me up. “Please come back with me, I’ve been writing a song and I want to play it for you, see if you like it.” 

He gives me a hopeful expression.

“Are you still going out tonight?” I ask in a small voice, peering up at him.

He laughs, stopping when he see’s my mortified expression. “Are you kidding me? Why would I go with them when I have you here.” He brings me into a tight hug, squeezing me against his chest until I wheeze.

“Shawn,” I groan, and his arms fall.

He grins sheepishly. “Sorry, I just love you a lot,”

Originally posted by shavvnsmendes

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Hi all! Please keep your eyes peeled for the FFXIV Zine “A Realm Redrawn”!! All proceeds goes to charity. For more information about what it is and/or to follow other amazing artists on this project, please check the website here! I’m so glad to be a part of this endeavor, a shout-out to the team organizing this!

The Friendly Wager (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,562

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, bad jokes, angst

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Tags are closed. Only two parts left after this! I’m really sorry for pushing out two updates but I’m running out of time and work is going to be tough, so…

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

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I’m A Good Girl

Summary: Dean has the reader wear something different when they’re alone for the weekend…

Square Filled: Collars

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Rating: explicit (smut (collar play, use of a butt plug), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo 


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2009! Phan, Phil teaches Dan how to masterbaute for the first time

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Watching a horror movie at one AM isn’t one of Phil’s brightest ideas, but what else is a boy to do when there’s nothing else on TV but infomercials and confusing foreign films? He’s curled up on the couch with a blanket and some microwave popcorn, trying to convince himself that there’s nothing scary about the terrible acting and laughable CGI playing onscreen. Despite how awfully B-grade the film is, there’s just something about watching it this late while his parents are asleep that was always going to put him on edge. He checks his phone every few minutes, and, while the regularity of it is a plea for distraction, the underlying reason is impatience. He opens his text messages for the eleventh time that hour, but there’s still no reply. He knows Dan most likely just fell asleep and that’s why he hasn’t replied in almost four hours – although it would be strangely early for his nocturnal friend – but there’s still a nagging in his gut each time he checks. It probably comes from a selfish place of him just wanting to talk to Dan, but the horror movie isn’t doing much to calm his nerves. When his Motorola beeps with low battery Phil sighs, admitting defeat and tucking it between the couch cushions to break his constant loop. He settles further down into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders and letting himself become immersed in the plotline. It’s awful, but Phil is both invested and creeped out, so when a loud knock echoes from the front door he jumps about a mile.

‘Shit!’ he squeaks, jolting so violently his buttered popcorn goes everywhere.

His body snaps around and then freezes, staring over the back of the couch in the direction of the front door. His heart is racing but he holds his breath, listening. The rest of the house is completely silent. Who on Earth would be knocking past one AM? Phil tries to rid his mind of all the unhelpful horror situations it’s supplying him and instead thinks rationally. A neighbour, maybe? Some teenagers messing around? Phil lets go of a shaky breath, wondering if he can just ignore it – whoever it is, who are they to know he’s still up?

Phil jumps again at the second knock. He’s not past admitting that he’s scared, but he tells himself that it must be something important if they’re still there. He briefly considers waking up his parents to come check but then scowls, reminding himself he’s twenty-two, for God’s sake. He peels himself off the couch, letting the blanket and waterfall of popcorn fall to the floor, before walking with a new found confidence to the door.

He loses it the moment his hand hovers over the front light-switch. When it comes to making YouTube videos, his overreactive imagination is quite handy, but it’s not so much in this situation. He takes another deep breath, shaking the image of Jeff the Killer from his head, and then unlocks the door. He creeks it open slowly, just far enough to peek through, but when he sees the person on the other side he swings it wide open.

‘Dan?’ he says with utter disbelief, every ounce of his apprehension evaporating.

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