small panes

a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not

It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).

But this is probably a new low.

Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.

‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.

“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.

They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.

As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.

Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.

Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.

What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.

Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.

His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.

His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.

Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.

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anonymous asked:

How about some sin? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) How about Reaper, Hanzo, Genji, and Roadhog getting tired of being teased by their needy s/o decides to pin their s/o down and over-stimulate the crap out of them

oh man oH MAN it’s been so long since i’ve written dirty shit g o o d b y e

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Long Hot Summer Part 2

Summary: Shawn is your best friend’s brother.

Part One 

It’s 3am and you find yourself locked out of your house. Your parents left for the weekend, a boating trip up state. It wouldn’t be the first time you locked yourself out, and it wouldn’t be the last. The only problem was since the last time, your dad had installed a security system. So if you broke a window or a door, you would have to quickly make your way to the control panel on the security system and disarm it. The only problem with that was, your usual way of breaking in required too much time. There were small window panes on the porch doors and you would pry the wood trim off, pop the glass out and then maneuver your arm up and around to the handle, try several times, and finally open the door. It would simply take too long.

“Hey, lock yourself out?” a voice asks from behind you. You spin around and see Shawn, his face lit up by the security light on the porch. He’s leaning against the brick half wall that divided the back yards. He jumps up on the wall and jumps over the bushes planted against it. “Saw you’ve been standing out here for a while.”

“Yeah, I’m dumb. I can call my parents though, it’ll just be a while before they get here.”

Shawn walks past you and looks at the door. “Hmm…” he jiggled the handle and looks back at you with a smirk. “I can get you in.”

“No you can’t. There is an alarm system. I’m not breaking the door down.”

Shawn shaked his head. “Not gonna break the door down.”

“Okay, then fine. Get me inside. It’s too hot out here anyway.”

Shawn walks away from the door and circles you, eyeing you up and down. He crosses his arms and looks at his watch. “Tell me why you were out so late.”

You look surprised. What did he care? What business was it of his. “That’s none of your business,” you say and take a step back toward the house. “Why are you awake anyways?”

“Not telling you until I know where you were.”

“I was out and about. Minding my own business, something you should learn to do too. Now let me in.”

Shawn laughs and runs a hand through his curls. “Oh cmon, you must have been doing something naughty. Something real dirty if you don’t want to tell me.”

“Or I could just not want to tell you because I don’t need to?” you cross your arms and stare at him firmly. So what if you had been at your ex boyfriend’s house for a booty call. The guy ate you out pretty well and you needed a little stress relief.

Shawn takes a few steps closer to you and grins. Good lord was he a gorgeous son of a bitch. If he wasn’t Aly’s brother you would be all over him. Well, if you could move or talk or do anything when he looked at you like that. It was infuriating how he made you feel like your stomach was twisted up in knots. “Were you with a guy?” Shawn asks and you roll your eyes. He grabs your waist and walks you back against the porch door. You flush, heart racing because this went from 0 to 100 real quick.

“I might have been,” you mutter and Shawn looks at you through heavy lidded eyes. It was bothering him you had been out with another guy. He was actually jealous. How ridiculous.

“Does he fuck you good?” Shawn asks, thumb rubbing against your hip bone. “Does he make you beg for it?”

“Sh-shawn…” You’re hot. A deep flush covering your cheeks to your chest. Shawn was so close, so intimate. He was asking you questions he had no right to be asking but god if you didn’t want to answer that commanding, warning, attractive voice. You were completely under his spell, putty in his big warm hands. “I-I don’t know,” you mutter as Shawn runs his hands up your sides and then down your arms. He lifts your arms up and pins your wrists with one hand above your head. He leans in close, lips against your ear, light stubble on his jaw prickling your cheek. “You deserve better,” he says and nips your earlobe. He pulls you closer, hand on your back, pulling you forward and arching you against him. His body was hot, both literally and figuratively. He brings his hand up and grabs your chin gently. You think he’s going to kiss you and your heart is leaping into your throat.  “Let me know if you want better,” he says, lips ghosting over yours, breath hot and cinnamon-y. It makes you weak in the knees.  

Shawn reaches around you with his free hand and turns the door handle, pushing in hard before shoving inward. The door pops right open, as if he’d had a simply unlocked it. He kisses your jaw and whispers, “You should get a new lock. That one is weak.” He drops your hands and leaves you breathless as he jumps the wall to go back home. The beeping of the security system snaps you out of it and you hurry inside to shut it off and go over what the fuck just happened.

anonymous asked:

What would Reaper, Mercy, and Genji do if they saw their S/O die in battle?

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Gabriel Reyes/Reaper:

  • When he saw you throw yourself in front of him, Reaper barely had any time to react
  • He wraiths the two of you away to safety as quick as he can, but as he sets you down on the ground, you’re gone
  • Everything would stop around him for just a fraction of a second
  • But after that’s over, he goes ballistic
  • When he goes back out to face his enemies, ammo begins flying from his shotguns at breakneck speeds
  • The entire fight would be over in a matter of minutes, but as Reaper’s taking the souls of the fallen, the hole in his heart that was left there after Switzerland started to grow larger
  • Reaper doesn’t return to Talon until he’s properly buried your body, and even then he’s changed
  • Although he does try to move on, he doesn’t allow himself to forget the memories you made with him and tries to remember you as best as he can

Angela Ziegler/Mercy:

  • When she sees Widowmaker shoot you in the abdomen from a nearby rooftop, Mercy immediately flies over to you, caduceus staff at the ready
  • However, while trying to avoid Widow’s line of fire, Angela watched your body grow limp just as she was ready to heal you with her staff
  • A few tears slip off her cheeks while keeping an eye on the Talon ship that had arrived to retrieve Widowmaker, and Angela only stops looking at the plane when Tracer brings her back to reality
  • During the trip back to base, Mercy tries to rid herself of her anger by focusing on happier days with you
  • The two of you meeting during the golden days of Overwatch, spending your first Christmas together, surprising you when she came back from a mission early
  • She, along with your family, buries you in your hometown and spends a few days with your parents to reminisce on the positive memories and to give them her promise to avenge your death

Genji:

  • At first, both of you thought that Talon had completely abandoned the base you were tasked with infiltrating
  • However, the two of you were sorely mistaken when a group of Talon guards spotted you and Genji leaving the compound
  • Just as you were about to escape, the Talon guards managed to lock the building down, just as you tried to follow Genji out an emergency door when the lock engaged
  • Genji could only look on helplessly through the small pane as they shot you in the head swiftly, your blood coating the glass
  • As soon as Winston and Athena were able to revoke the lockdown procedure, Genji was able to take out any remaining Talon personnel and retrieve your body
  • On the way back to the base, Genji closes your eyes and wipes a bit of errant blood from your face
  • He buries you next to your parents in the cemetery your hometown had dedicated to for those who had been killed in the First Omnic Crisis
  • Every year, Genji returns to your grave with your favorite flowers and much like his brother, he lights incense in his room simply to remember you and the happiness the two of you shared before your death

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Don’t You Dare Say “I’m Sorry”


Request: Could you write a one shot in which Sherlock and the reader (already in a relationship) are fighting? I’d find that really interesting!

Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He’d faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down.

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The messenger boy: part 1 | Alfie Solomons

I can’t get enough of @sceawere and @collecting-stories Peaky Blinders imagines, so thank you! It inspired me to have a go at writing my own <3 

You started working for Alfie Solomons two months ago and he’d done little other than order you around. Not even personally. Ollie was his gofer and you grew tired of all his second hand information. You had your own little office in the Bakery and the door had a small, circular frosted glass pane. It was always easy to tell when Ollie’s frame filled it. He was a good lad but he seemed just as exhausted as you were with all the to-and-fro between you and Alfie. 

Ollie knocked as he always did before he stepped into your office, a pen in one hand and a book in the other. “Mr Solomons says—“ he started.

“Right.” You said abruptly as you slammed the pages of a book together on your desk. The chair that you sat in screeched when you pushed back to stand. Ollie watched you with surprise. If he thought about it, he hadn’t seen you this animated, well, ever. As you stepped in front of the boy you pulled the book from his hand. “I’ll take this.”

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You Gotta Be Shittin Me, Right?

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Request: Hey, idk if this has been requested but I watched a behind the scenes thing for TWD and the director was talking about Daryl’s sexual situation and he said he thought he was a virgin bc he felt he wasn’t the type of person to get close enough w someone to have sex w them so if u have the time could u please write a smut where it’s Daryl’s first time and the reader takes his virginity and he’s like shy and nervous bc he doesn’t wanna be bad at it?

Summary: I really loved this idea. Can you imagine? Daryl is a virgin and the reader takes his virginity. Season 3. Prison. This one got long, enjoy!

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You looked over and watched the man that was the center of all your thoughts since you had joined Rick’s group at the prison. You watched as Daryl’s strong arms pierced a steel rod swiftly through the chain linked fence and connect with walker face, on the other side. You stare at his determined clenched jaw and his eyes focused straight ahead at the task in front of him. He heaved his body back and then forth again, piercing another. You watched him as he worked in the steaming heat, although it never seemed to slow you him down, he was hard working man.

You had had feelings for Daryl since nearly the minute you had arrived at the prison. You had been rescued from some walkers by Maggie and Glenn and taken in to the prison. You had only been here for a few weeks, but you had wasted no time at all getting to know people. Maggie and Glenn made sure to introduce you around to everyone and always invited you to eat with them and the others. You were used to being a loner, but you thought it was nice that they tried to include you.

Every meal the entire group would gather around a large table in the middle of the cell block. They would all laugh and talk merrily with eachother, Maggie had told her that things had become peaceful for the group again after setting up the prison encampment. It had been a long time since any of them had a chance to relax a little and call a place home again. You had never had much of a home even in the old world, you were orphaned as a young girl and spent most of your life in the foster care system. You learned real young how to protect yourself, you had had to.

You look back over at Daryl working the fence and rub your neck, peering at the man questioningly. You had been here nearly two weeks and the man had barely said a word to anyone, he worked his ass off and was one of the most respected from what you had gathered, you wondered why he was so silent. You wondered if he had had a similar life, you had known kids who simply, “shut off,” after being in the system so long. He seemed like such a good guy and in this world that was rare. You smile a little to yourself, taking him in and letting your eyes wander gratuitously up and down his gorgeous frame. He was so damn beautiful to look at, you thought as you bite your lip and roam his unsuspecting body.

“I wouldn’t go workin’ too hard on that crush of yours, Y/N.”

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“You realize, really, for the first time, just how profoundly Barry and Lup’s relationship has changed. Time is different for the seven of you, than it has been for anyone else who has ever lived. During your 100 year journey, you don’t age, thanks to whatever forces keep putting you back together at the beginning of each year. Your minds stay sharp, you learn skills and languages and new proficiencies. You become remarkably capable adventurers during your voyage on the starblaster. But it’s not just your minds that develop, across this ageless century, something less quantifiable developed too.

Our capacity for love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives, and with each moment we spend with those people, but too often we neglect that part of ourselves in favour of others. And by the time we realize just how important it is, we find ourselves with fewer folks around to practice with. But the seven of you has something that nobody else ever had.

Time.

All the time in the world. Time enough to grow indescribably close. Time enough to learn how to care for eachother, how to allow yourselves to be cared for. And in the case of Barry and Lup time enough to fall, deeply and truly, in love.

Barry felt it first. During a particularly challenging year Lup found him crying and she softly and sincerely consoled him, and just for a moment, that professional wall between them came down. And something shown through.

Lup wasn’t far behind. Her moment of realization was a bit more anaculas, during that cycle with the robots Barry helped repair the small pane of a vessel housing a particularly rambunctious spirit and it kept shocking him laughing, and Lup laughed too. And she knew.

This new love, it wasn’t the focus of their journey. Barry worked tiredness to understand each world you traveled to, to understand the Hunger and figure out a way to defeat it. Lup grew furiously in arcane power. Studying the mystical secrets of the planes, hoping to master whatever spell would break your team out of their desperate retreat. But there were moments between those studies, meals shared in secret just the two of them, under the gies of their work. Sightseeing trips for two across these doomed worlds, and that love grew and it grew until it reached the point of all great loves grow toward. The point of, inevitability.

Looking back this performance is where that love that Barry and Lup captivated quietly and cautiously over the last half century truly bloomed. There was romance in every measure, and longing in every note.

And after the performance they take each other’s hands high into the air, and they swoop down for this over the top bow, just laughing at the drama of it all. And the audience cheers, and Barry and Lup laugh and they don’t let each others hands go. And they stop laughing

And they don’t let each others hands go.

And they keep not letting go.

And Lup says, "Barry, do you wanna go talk somewhere for a while?”
And Barry says, “Yeah”
And Lup goes and puts their sheet music up on the pedestal and there’s a flash of light from the cave, and the beautiful duet that they just played is gone from your minds. And seconds later there’s a second flash and the song returns, and there’s a roar of applause from the audience and Barry and Lup’s professor is searching for them in the crowd just hoping to congratulate them.

But their already gone.

Running back up the valley to the conservatory.

Hand in Hand.“

~Griffin McElroy

06/01/17

Bad Habit

Originally posted by stuckyfeelwithskeletonclique

Part 6

(Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

You finally have Pietro’s location, but what will you find?

Words: 1732  Warnings: Mentions of blood & dead bodies, angry Wanda

An: Hope you like it, the next chapter will be posted this time next week 😜 x

Tags: @goal-mine, @aweways,  @iamtheoneocares,  @wellfuckbuck, (Let me know if you want to be tagged/removed in this or anything else)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6   Part 7   Part 8

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“I can’t sense him, something’s wrong.” Wanda’s voice drifted down the corridor as you approached the flight deck with Bucky.

“Y/n, its not a good idea.”

Bucky was right but you dismissed him. You wanted to plead with her, tell her how you felt his pain and heard his screams just as she had. You never wanted him to leave, you were sorry, you just had to make her see that.

Yet when you stepped onto the flight deck and saw her what was left of your resolve fell away. The way her eyes flashed scarlet and bore into yours, her face set into and angry glare, you knew nothing would help your case. She hated you. Whether it was your fault or not, you were her outlet for blame, a channel for all her worry and anger.

“What is she doing here?!” Wanda hissed, red mist circling her hands.

“Wanda,” Steve rose from his seat and put his hand on Wanda’s shoulder, she flinched away from him, “she can help us.”

“She is good for nothing…”

“Don’t force me to leave you on the jet.” Steve warned her.

Though her powers stopped flowing through her hands, her eyes blaze with anger and she approaches you, Bucky quickly moving his body in front of yours shielding you. She ignored him and kept her eyes on you, she was terrifying.

“Stay out of my way y/n, and know if Pietro doesn’t survive this,” she scoffed at Bucky, “no one will protect you from me.”

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OTEverybody: Third Floor

Originally posted by jyofanclub

Rated: Crack

Pairing: All your mutliple bias needs in one place.

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I realise that this is derailing fast.

Proposal | Practice Room | Meeting | Third Floor | Airport




To say the elevator ride was uncomfortable was an understatement.

It was packed and everyone knew their common objective here, or rather person. They all stood distressingly close to each other as the elevator jingle version of ‘Russian Roulette’ played. Once the elevator dinged at the third floor everyone rushed out as fast as possible.

“They’re probably in one of the studios, come on.” Chanyeol said. They all followed quietly, but once they reached the part of the floor they realised the flaw in their plans.

“W-which studio is it?” Renjun said hesitantly. They all looked down the corridor at the twenty some small rooms.

“No one asked you to come.” Donghyuck mumbled and taeyong interrupted before they fought again.

“There are enough of us here, we’ll just peek through the glass pane a little.” Taeyong said and everyone thought it was a reasonable plan, going ahead to look into the rooms.

“Found them!” Yuta said softly and everyone started stumbling to get a peek from the small glass pane on the door. While pushing and shoving no one noticed approaching footsteps.

“What’s going on here?” A confused voice asked and they all jerked back immediately.

“Nothing.” A few of them said without even looking at who it was, too quickly.

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Key said and Minho beside him nodded in agreement.

“We’re just looking.” Donghyuck said.

“For a studio to practice.” Renjun elaborated and Donghyuck gave him a grateful glance.

Key and Minho looked at all of them, still confused.

“All of you?” Key raised a brow.

“And what are you doing here Yeolie?” Minho turned to Chanyeol who was trying to slink away, “You’re too tall to pull that off.” He added.

“I was, umm” He started.

“He is mentoring us.” Ten added hastily.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Jaehyun said a little defensively, “Hyungs.” He added after a moment of reconsideration.

“Heechul hyung was right this is fun.” Key leaned towards Minho and he nodded.

“Honestly now I want to meet her.” Minho said.

“Who?” Johnny said.

“The infamous manager. You know the reason you’re all here playing ninja.” Minho’s words made Key burst out laughing.

“Yah let’s go invite her to get coffee with us.” Key nudged Minho, sneaking a glance at them. Everyone held their tongues, some out of shame, others holding back a curse. They pushed towards the door, looking at the ones guarding it. They made way reluctantly and Key knocked on the door.

You opened the door and were momentarily taken aback by the large crowd outside.

“W-Oh!” You noticed the Seniors in front, bowing immediately.

“We’ve come to steal you away.” Minho said smoothly. Jaehyun was going to take a step forward but Yuta held him back.

“For?” You asked, still looking around confused.

“It’s Taeyong’s birthday tomorrow right? So we want to surprise him.” Key said casually. You couldn’t help the short laugh that left your lips, which stopped the moment you realised he wasn’t joking.

“You do realise he’s right behind you right?” You said very confused.

“We know.” They said together and ushered you out.

“I see you boys are still here.” Heechul said when he walked out of the studio.

“Did you learn your song?” Chanyeol asked.

“We’re leaving tonight, I had learned it two weeks ago.” He said trying to hide his grin. The confusion on their faces made way to anger on a few.

“Are you cursing me in your minds right now?” He winked at them, “Also not to play the devil.” He started.

“I thought that was your concept.” Johnny mumbled before he realised what he said. Heechul scoffed in amused disbelief but ignored it.

“I’m just saying, Minho is very charming and Key is funny.” He said as he walked away, stopping once and turning around.

“Also your van has been waiting downstairs for an hour to take you home. You don’t want someone to complain right?” He smiled once and went on his way humming a tune.

They all walked off at the ground floor, save for Chanyeol who went to doing whatever he was here for, making their way towards the exit. Donghyuck looked like he was prepared to say something but Yuta stopped him.

“Don’t. We have to go get some sleep.” He said and Donghyuck’s shoulders slumped but he agreed.

On there way out, neither of them could control the urge to peek into the cafe, what no one expected was for the two boys to be sitting alone, quietly drinking some drink. Curiosity getting the better of them, their legs automatically changed destination.

“Hyung where did she go?” Jaehyun asked cautiously. They looked up stunned, like they were caught doing something.

“I-uhh she had to go run errands so she refused the offer.” Key said, not making direct eye contact. A scoff left Ten’s lips before he could control it. Key looked up offended but slumped back.

“You got rejected?” Johnny said slowly.

“By our manager?” Donghyuck couldn’t control his grin.

“Yah! You make it sound so insulting.” Minho’s face turned red, “We just wanted to tease you kids anyway so it doesn’t matter.” He added, a pout already on his lips.

“Exactly!” Key chided in, “It doesn’t matter.” He mumbled.

“Maybe she’s not a fan.” Jaehyun put a hand on his shoulder and Key glared at him till he took his hand off.

“Maybe she doesn’t like music. Managers have too much work.” Key stuck his tongue out.

“She knows all our songs though.” Renjun said innocently.

“By heart.” Yuta added, putting an arm on Renjun’s shoulder.

“And some of the choreography.” Taeyong said softly.

“Alright Key let’s go. You still haven’t packed.” Minho stood up abruptly.

“Hyung don’t be a sore loser.” Ten said making Key, Taeyong and Johnny turned to him in panic.

“Excuse me?” Minho said and Ten looked up like a deer caught in the headlights, “What did you say?” He added again.

“Nothing?” He said nervously and Minho laughed.

“I never lose at anything okay?” He said.

“Okay.” Ten squeaked.

“To prove it to you, I could probably beat all of you at this stupid game.” He said and Johnny sighed at the back.

“This seems a lot easier in the dramas.” Donghyuck whispered and Renjun nodded.

“Imagine four days of this in a hotel no one can leave.” Renjun said and Donghyuck turned to him only now realising the fact.

“This is going to be a long trip.” He whispered as he watched Key pull Minho away.

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hi! i'd definitely like to ask winter/holiday cuddles from zen and jumin! if you'd do this, i'd thank you forever. they are my most favorite characters in mystic messenger. thank you!

a|n: your request is my command! here you go! a cuddling request for zen and jumin, on-the-go~~ sorry for the long wait! i hope you guys like it!

Zen/Jumin + MC cuddle scenarios

Zen

❝Hey, I-found-you-lying-around-and-I-felt-sleepy-too-so-I’ll-join-you Cuddles❞

Today was not only physically but emotionally exhausting that you decided to go home right after your day’s business. Your responsibilities had, just like any other day, gotten the best of your energy. With a wandering mind and a tired body, you barely even noticed the first snowfall of the month which apparently was today. The comfort of your home was too inviting that the moment your foot broke free of your shoes’ evil tight grasp, you flopped down the nearest soft abode you can ever find. Time suddenly had no meaning at all as you felt the heavy lids of your eyes gently close themselves, inviting you to a soft and peaceful slumber.

After what seemed like an eternity, you mildly woke up when you smelled a soft, sweet scent hovering through the air, making your nose tug a little in its wake. You raised a hand as you rubbed the lids of your eyes, forcing them open as you squinted to a now dark living room. You fell asleep on the sofa. Night had finally won the battle against the day. Adjusting through the darkness was a bit of a bother since every time you shut your eyes, you can see little stars once you open them again. Your eyes caught the blaring red letters of your digital clock hanging up the wall above the TV set you and Zen bought just last year.
6:45PM.

You moaned a bit when you felt your shoulders ache probably because of lying down in the same position for quite some time. Your eyes then traveled towards the small window pane, noticing that half of it was already covered in a thick blanket of white.

Snow?

Upon realizing what you just saw, you squealed blithely, your excitement getting the best of you. Regardless of your age, snow still excites your system. The thought of you being able to make snowmen and snow angels still brought tingles to your spine. You only stopped when you heard a light ‘ow’ just beside you and an arm who seemed to pull you closer from behind. Then and there, your blood rushed to your cheeks, making your entire face the same color as the Red Christmas Lights flashing outside the window.

        “Mhm …” he moaned for a bit, making you cover your mouth as you realized that you were making too much noise. Zen’s voice was a mixture of a hoarse, deep-sounding sleepy one. Your eyes scanned below his head and you almost yelped in surprise when you saw him without his shirt on as he slept peacefully beside you. You were a bit incredulous with the fact that someone can sleep without their shirt on with such low temperatures outside.

As your gaze lingered down his body, you couldn’t help but think of naughty thoughts as your eyes traced every crack and shape of his seemingly bashful abs who were, by the way, sharing their naked glory with you. Zen did take care of his body quite well. You brought a finger and traced the shape of his chest and when he stirred with your touch, you immediately brought it back.

But before you can fully take your finger away, his strong hand had captured your own, gently pulling you closer to his warmth at the very same time. Little did you know, he had been awake for quite some time when you were gazing at his luscious body. You yelped in shock as you watched how he cracked a small grin towards your way with one of his eyes open. His ruby red orb was gazing at you naughtily, your hand now being kissed by his soft, full lips. He traced kisses from each of your fingers down to your hand and to your arm, sending bolts to your nerves.

         “Hmm~ Like what you see?” Zen playfully asked as he now enveloped you to a strong hug, dragging you down to lie with him again from your sitting position earlier. You tried to smack his arms that were now snaked just below your breasts but it turned out to be quite a playful hit.
His low chuckle made you blush further as he gently peppered the top of your head with small kissies. “You smell so nice …”

His sweet, loving voice made you sigh against his touch. You watched at how visible your breath became due to the cold, snowy weather. You squirmed against his hold so that you can turn and hug him properly with the front of your body. He laughed at your movements and it was your turn to embrace his strong chest with your soft, weak arms.
        “Zen? It’s snowing! Have you seen what it looks outside? I wanna make some snow angels! Don’t you like snow angels?” you said as you tilted your head up to look at him. With his attention now towards you, he graced your eyes with a soft smile as he pulled you again to a tight, squishy hug. And all be damned since he smelled like after shave and chocolates that only made you want to devour him whole.
Right then and there.

        “I can see that, babe.” he commented as he snuggled you close to him like what a little kid would do to his hotdog pillow. You laughed at how, despite his strong physique, he was holding you quite gently with restricted force. “Let’s stay here though. I like how you perfectly feel against my body.”

Your face heat up when you realized how intimate the cuddle position was. Your legs were intertwined with his, his arms hugging you so close, your breasts squished gently against his strong chest and his manhood just in the right position, if he may wish to tease you, to rub itself in between your thighs.

Apparently, Zen noticed this as he brought his lips to the tip of your ear and whispered, albeit with a minor hint of playfulness, the words:

     “Princess, I happen to know something more fun than that …”

You deff smacked him then and there.

Jumin

❝I-miss-you-so-I’ll-come-back-to-you-immediately Cuddles❞

Weeks. It’s been weeks since you last saw him. He flew to another country to apparently take care of a contract with the Oil Prince’s son and he won’t be back until 2 days before Christmas eve. 2 days before Christmas eve! How ridiculous was that?
Your growing longing and loneliness felt very much evident as time passed by each day. You ached to be with him, every inch of your body wanted him close to you — to be able to do whatever normal couples do during Christmas.
It was even your first Holiday together.
The Christmassy air suddenly didn’t feel so Christmassy at all.

Being stuck inside his penthouse with no one else to accompany you aside his bodyguards was unnerving. His men wouldn’t even dare lay a single look at you! If not for Elizabeth the 3rd you swore you could’ve gone mad already. Even Jaehee, Zen, Seven and Yoosung were celebrating their holidays happily to the point that they couldn’t meet you even if you asked, no, scratch that, almost begged for their company.

One late afternoon filled with nothing but silence prompted you to go down the resident Coffee Shop of the building. But instead of getting calmed with the scent of ground coffee beans, your eyes almost twitched in annoyance with the surroundings. Every table were filled with couples. What is this, Valentines Day? With a loud sigh, you left the place.
While walking back, you thought of how you’ve wanted to hold his hand during a short stroll on the snow-filled walk paths while talking about anything and everything. Perhaps, an afternoon stay outside his rooftop garden would suffice as well as you brew him his favorite flavor of tea. You imagined him in one of his winter clothing. You’ve thought of watching movies together as well or show him the new techniques you’ve learned regarding tea ceremony and tea brewing. He always told you he loved the way you handled your ‘etiquette of tea’ every afternoon.

You just wanted him by your side, that’s all.

The first snowfall of the year had been several weeks ago. Sadly, that was also the time when Jumin left for business. Phone calls seemed to not be enough anymore. Everyday, Jumin makes sure to give you a call to ask you about random things you did for the day. You’d always tell him what you did for the entire course of the day. If the length of the call permits, it was always you who led things from one to another. You almost initiated phone sex if not with him being inside a board room filled with potential business partners.

All the Christmas Carols you can hear outside did not seem so appealing at the moment as you laid back on the couch beside the large window pane of his living room, which, by the way, boasts a grand view of the metropolitan snow-covered state. Elizabeth the 3rd cuddled up on your tummy, enjoying your body heat. The Television served as a soft background sound that slowly lulled you to sleep.

For what seemed like hours of sleeping, you jerked up awake when you stretched your entire body, a bolt of sudden realization hitting you like thunder. ‘If you stretched far enough, you might fall down.’ But you were surprised to see yourself covered in the soft, dark blue silk sheets of Jumin’s bedroom. Adjusting your eyes from the darkness of the place, you trailed your vision and you almost jumped in surprise when you saw a mop of black hair beside you together with an arm wrapped around your frame. You gasped when you realize who it was, your chest swelling up with emotions you didn’t know you’d acquire through his absence.

You brought your finger to poke his cheeks, trying to feel if he was real or not. A part of you was screaming that everything must only be a product of your dreams, perhaps making you think he was real or any of this was real.
But when your finger felt the soft skin of his cheeks and when he stirred a bit from his sleep, your eyes started to water. You remembered it was still a week before his supposed date of return.

He’s real.
He’s here.
He’s right beside you.

Jumin’s gentle breathing continued as he tightened his hug around you, making you fall back into the bed. He snuggled his face in between the crook of your neck and shoulder, making you inhale his favorite expensive perfume. You noted that he was wearing a black turtle neck long-sleeve underneath his black leather jacket. Your nose scrunched when you saw his baggage just beside the door of the bedroom. It seems he just arrived. You played with his hair for a bit while staring through his sleeping face.
He was so peaceful he looked divine.

       “Mm … You can stare at me all day tomorrow during breakfast, MC.”
Jumin spoke in his low, bedroom voice as he traced circles on the side of your boob to where his wrapped arm can reach. You yelped due to the very ticklish sensation he was giving you but you couldn’t smack his arm away. You actually liked how it felt.

       “Wha — Hey! I-I’m not staring at you! I … I just missed you, that’s all! I - I’m not doing this on purpose! And why are you even here already — ” Panic rose up your tone when you were busted but you were only met with a low, baritone chuckle. His pattern drawing on the side of your boob stopped when he fully grasped it whole, making you moan a bit.

      “Hush, my love. We’ll talk more when the sun rises.” He ordered albeit with a gentle voice. You felt Elizabeth the 3rd crawl up on the side of the bed, doing some massaging movements with her paws before she seemed to settle to lay down there. But your entire body was more alert due to a certain finger drawing several patterns on a very inappropriate area of your body. You kept on squirming against his touch. Jesus! Whoever said someone won’t die from a pleasant surprise should be sued!

       “Sleep. Or I’ll make you sleep with me,” he cooed as he snuggled closer, locking the lower half of your body with his leg seemingly using you as his very own pillow. “A different kind of sleep, per se.”

You definitely tried to go back to sleep.
But you failed miserably.

Locked In - James Neal #2

Originally posted by jamesnealer

about/request: can you do james neal best friends –> bf/gf? :) AND can you do more James Neal? idc what you write hah AND reader and someone are in love but are too scared to tell each other until someone locks them in room together.

warnings: none

authors note: hope you like it!!

word count: 1160

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Letting the Girl’s Breathe

Pairing: Dean x reader, Sam

Word Count: 2254

Warnings: Naughty language, very brief angst, crushing!reader, mainly fluff, brief nudity

Summary: You are in a jam with the police when a hunt goes a little sideways on you, in an attempt to save Dean from being arrested, you expose yourself. 

A/N: So this was for @beckawinchester challenge, my prompts were a church and the quote “You’re under arrest for public indecency!” This is what I came up with. I hope I did it justice. Also a shout out to @avasmommy224 for awesomely beta’ing this fic on short notice. Thank you. 

There was a thunderous clapping of footsteps as the men rushed up the steps after you, you were worried about the way the rickety staircase was trembling that your combined weight was going to have the whole thing crashing down underneath you. Your hand instinctively found the narrow whitewashed railing in a desperate bid to keep you safe, even though a deeper part of you knew that if the worst did happen it wouldn’t do you any good. You tried to focus your attention on something other than what was happening behind you and your eyes went straight to Dean.

Watching the way his shoulder muscles rippled underneath the thin black material of the t-shirt he was wearing and the little spots of sweat that darkened the material at the small of his back. You thought about how he was the strongest man you knew, and not just because he was physically an awesome hunter, it was something about the way he was always able to persevere through the most difficult situations, desperate to save the people he loved, that had you truly in awe of him. Right now though that feeling was slightly dwarfed by the predicament that he had gotten you into, and you were feeling vaguely annoyed.

“What are we going to do?” Dean said as he turned to face you at the top of the staircase.

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Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: so yea i haven’t written a chaptered fic in a while but um if ppl like it i might do a weekly schedule!!

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Chapter One

“Adam?” Dan bursts into his brothers bedroom.
“No, you can’t.” Adam immediately waves him off, barely takes his eyes off his magazine. “You still haven’t paid me last week’s £20 back yet.”
Dan rolls his eyes. “I don’t want money. Have you seen my new shirt anywhere?”
Adam looks up indifferently. “The black one?”
Dan nods.
Adam’s face suddenly lights up. “With the cravat?”
Dan’s nods become increasingly hopeful.
“Nope.” Adam suddenly picks up his magazine, kicking his legs back up on the bed.
Dan fixes a steady glare on his older brother, before slamming his door behind him and rushing back into the hallway where he had originally started. He avoids mentioning to the housekeeper when questioned why are you running around like a baby elephant? that he needs to be dressed and ready for the chauffer at 11:30.
As he’s still standing in the long hallway, fully clothed in his pyjamas and there’s still no sign of his new shirt.
And it’s now 11:20.

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with the moles and the bats

forget my face—I am no more than this:
a picture drawn in darkness with soft chalk
on worn and creased construction paper scraps
quite insufficient to the awful task
of finding ways to care about the world
eyes shut against the curious light cast by
familiar faces jostling to peer through
small papered-over panes of dirty glass

King in the North

(Jon x Reader)

Words: 1,993

A kinda-sorta sequel to this smutty bit here.


The shouts rumbled like thunder over the Bay of Ice. “KING IN THE NORTH! KING IN THE NORTH!” The very stones of Winterfell seemed to shake beneath the chanting, pounding of cups, and stamping of feet. “KING IN THE NORTH! KING IN THE NORTH!” And even from your far, far place in the hall, you could read the fear in Jon’s eyes.

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