smiling broadly

Aries: your tears are so hot and your cheeks are flushed, you hide your face in your hands and you cry to all ends. I know you miss them, they made you feel like your heart was beating in your chest. But you were alive long before you knew you were, just as you were loved long before you believe you are.

Taurus: You made a rose garden with them. You each had your own, but yours were real and theirs was plastic. They kept tending them but it missed your loving touch, how could they screw you over? Love I don’t know. The universe isn’t fair; how can it be so cruel to something so precious?

Gemini: You used to talk to me, about politics and poetry. You used to tell me stories, about magic and all things pretty. You always told the story of you and them, you said it was the most beautiful one. The pen could never describe your pain, we’re in vain. Their lack of empathy to blame, you’re killing your brain. Your thoughts are violent and I know you can’t hide it.

Cancer: They said they were scared of you leaving, little did they know about how you wrote poems about their touch. How you stayed up just to talk to them, and complimented them everyday to make them feel like the world. Now you’re just another stripe on their wall, a number. It’s ironic, really. They take all your pieces one by one and then ask you why you’re empty.

Leo: They took your hand and walked with you through nights of blanched white stars and dark blue skies, you never liked boating until they took you on a cruise but they drowned you with the anchor of the ship. Now you’re a castaway on an island, you’re so isolated. What happened to your people spirit, did it go down with the anchor?

Virgo: You trusted them, you never believed in fairytales but goddamnit they were your Prince Charming. I’m so sorry they lied to you, happy endings were a religion to you but they didn’t believe in your God. I’m sorry that tears are your only remedy and everything hurts. I’m sorry that the midnight air burns on the places they’ve touched and that you don’t want to wake up in the morning anymore.

Libra: They were your favorite song, the one you kept on repeat when you were a teen. They were your high school sweetheart, they made you feel alive. They kissed your eyelids and looked at you with adoration, their back pocket held knifes you’d never seen. The silhouette you see in the dark frightens you. And you said “I don’t think people understand brokenness until they experience it, you keep getting stabbed with the broken pieces they made and it’s like a slap of nostalgia.”

Scorpio: You flinched from my touch, hid away in the dark. Little water sign with a shattered heart and atrocious eyes; I’m sorry that your trust has been crumpled like your thousands of papers in the wind. You told me you’d never love or trust anyone again.

Sagittarius: You ran to the edge the world and drowned in seas of sadness, you went over heartbreak hills and lied in beaches with suns burning your face, when you came back you were even more empty than when you left. Your eyes look so much more dull.

Capricorn: There was something enchanting about the way their eyes made your light up and their touch made you smile so broadly, now that they’re gone you’ve gone in a zone of workaholic mode. Anything to keep you busy. Anything to keep you from thinking of them.

Aquarius: You threw away your independence for them, took care of them when they were sick and tangled your hands in their bushy hair. They were your everything, your own world map with compass saying “Go find yourself.” Where are you? You’ve lost yourself.

Pisces: The smoke from weed lingers in your home, your bed hasn’t been made in two weeks. Vodka bottles lie on the floor. You haven’t washed your hair in all of these weeks, you didn’t leave your bad. You listen to their favorite band, I told you to get outside and you said that the only oxygen you had left, abandoned your lungs. They were oxygen, they were toxic.

—  Heartbreak
rule breakers. (m)

based on the prompt, “best friend’s sibling au”
drabbles

pairing: kim taehyung | reader
genre: fluff, light smut
warnings: light voyeurism
word count: 20,453
description: there’s some unresolved history involving your best friend’s brother… but hey, maybe some rules are meant to be broken.
author’s note: i get inspired by the oddest little tidbits, and i swear the word count was supposed to be half the amount you see up there. also, say hello to the longest one-shot i’ve done so far.

Originally posted by kths


You have one of the greatest fortunes to be acquainted with the Kims in your first year of primary education, and perhaps it’s what has led you to one of your greatest downfalls (but we’ll get into that later on).

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Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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Heart Rate!

Harry was on Grimmy’s show once again, for like the millionth time. It wasn’t a special occasion, at least as far as Harry knew. Nick had told him he just wanted to check in with him, let people know what he was up to. It was unusual, but what in their relationship wasn’t.

Of course you had joined him and were now sitting behind the glass, seperating the audio booth from the control room.

“Now, I brought back a friend of yours, because you enjoyed it so much the last time.”, Grimmy was currently telling Harry with a laugh.

Harry groaned when he saw the heart rate monitor.

“Not again.”, he said, shaking his head and shooting you a look, silently calling for help.

You just laughed, while nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. Lou put a hand on your shoulder, soothing you.

“It’ll be fine, hun.”, she told you, giving you an encouraging smile.

You nodded hastily. You were glad the monitor wasn’t hooked up to you right now, because you were certain your heart rate would tell everyone just how nervous you actually were.

“Let’s start with something simple.”, Nick said, after Harry had been prepared and the monitor was ready.

He held up a picture of a puppy, making Harry smile.

“Cute.”, he chuckled.

“Staying steady in the face of an adorable puppy.”, Grimmy commented for the benefit of those listening at home.

“I’m more of a cat person.”, Harry explained.

They both looked at you and you nodded in affirmation.

“Well then.”

Grimmy continued with a few more pictures that barely had an affect on Harry, which to you wasn’t suprising, since you had been the one to pick the pictures.

Finally things got interesting when it came to the next picture.

“Aah, beautiful, wonderful.”, he turned it to Harry, “What about your lovely fiancée?”

Harry grinned and the numbers on the monitor went up quite a bit, to a good 95.

You smiled at him through the glass as his eyes found yours.

“Still makes my heart beat faster.”, Harry said, more to you than to anyone.

You blew him a kiss.

“Ugh, too much cheesiness, let’s move on.”

You held your breath.

“Now, Harold, what do you think of this?” Grimmy turned the next picture.

Harry frowned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

“Is that…?”, he stuttered, looking from Nick to you again.

You smiled broadly and gave a nod.

“Oh my gosh!”

The monitor gave a loud beeping, because Harry’s heart rate was through the roof.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is Harry Styles’ reaction to realizing he’s gonna be a dad.”, Grimmy explained, turning the picture so the camera could see it. It was a sonogram of yours and Harry’s first child.

Harry had tears in his eyes and broke out in a hysterical fit of laughter, covering his eyes with his hand and turning from the microphone.

“Oh gosh.”

When he came back up, he shook his head with a laugh.

“I hate you all so much.”, he said, with a glance over at you and his friends behind the glass.

You were laughing as well, tears in your eyes.

“Well, go on! Go kiss your baby mama!”, Grimmy told him.

He didn’t have to tell Harry twice. He jumped up, ran for the door and into the control room. You had barely gotten up, when he already scooped you up and gave you a bone crushing hug. You slapped his arms.

“Watch it! Don’t squish the baby.”, you reprimanded him with a laugh.

He immediately let go, just gently holding onto your shoulders.

“I love you so much.”, he said, then kissed you with a smile.

Lena’s First Game Night

Lena Luthor does not shy away from challenges.

She’s tackled hostile business men – perhaps not literally (that’s her new girlfriend’s job), but effectively – and she’s survived her mother (enough said).

But this? This overly-casual invite from Kara?

“You don’t have to, you know, I know how busy you are, but if you wanted to, I’d love you to get to know everyone, but you know, you don’t have to – “

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kara, of course I’d love to spend more time with your friends.”

This sends her into a spiral that has her digging into her purse for her anti-anxiety medication, because she wasn’t lying when she told Kara that she was her only friend in National City.

But she was exaggerating slightly; because Kara was her only friend… anywhere.

So this idea? This idea of taking off her CEO blazer and fuck-me pumps to sit on a throw blanket with Kara and her sister and her sister’s girlfriend and their best friends – their family – and play board games and Mario Kart like she’s not horrific? Like she’s not vile?

Like she’s not a Luthor?

This idea is at once the nicest, kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever proposed to her; and also the most terrifying.

Maggie knows, and Maggie talks her way past Jess: it’s not that hard, she just mentions Pam from HR and their outing the other night when Jess had that late meeting, and when it becomes clear that Maggie had no love for arresting Lena earlier; when it becomes clear that she’s concerned about her girlfriend’s kid sister’s girlfriend (”queer girl geography, right?” she jokes), Jess lets her through.

“Here to escort me out of my own building in handcuffs again, Detective Sawyer?” Lena glances up, holding in the amount hostility she’d normally show for Kara’s sake.

“Here to escort you to your girlfriend’s place for game night, actually.” Lena looks up from her paperwork with a slightly furrowed brow, and Maggie puts left hand under her lip briefly.

“Look, I… I didn’t have much by way of family. Before National City. Before Alex. And now… it’s scary. It’s scary, having people who just… accept you without an agenda, and want you to come eat potstickers and play crappy 90s board games in your socks on their living room floor, especially when they’re all already…”

“Family,” Lena supplies, skepticism still in her voice but shocked warmth growing in her eyes.

“Yeah. But Kara… Kara’s wild about you, Lena, and I… Here’s the thing. I understand what it’s like to feel like you don’t deserve a Danvers girl. But instead of beating myself up about it, I just try to earn it – earn her, earn Alex – every day. And I know you do the same for Kara. And she wants you there tonight, Lena. No one’s going to test you, no one’s going to ask you to prove yourself.”

Lena tries to swallow the tears stinging her eyes – she’s deeply unfamiliar with this feeling – and she bites her bottom lip slightly, at a loss for words.

“Unless you try to verse Winn in Mario Kart. He will try to crush you.”

Lena laughs, softly but irrepressibly, and Maggie grins. “Yes, he would be competitive about that sort of thing, wouldn’t he?”

Maggie nods and shoves her hands deep in her pockets. “I know Kara was gonna pick you up to take you over to her place, but I just… I don’t know. I could have used a pep talk from someone that wasn’t my girlfriend before my first game night with the squad, so… consider yourself pep talked.”

If Lena is expecting Maggie to ask anything in return – to hold anything over her for her kindness – she’s mistaken, because by the time she and Kara slip into an already full apartment about an hour later, Maggie greets her warmly from the floor, from Alex’s arms, but doesn’t give any indication that they’d just talked. Doesn’t give any indication that she’d just reached out to try to be Lena’s… friend.

“James Olsen,” James shakes her hand near the door with a small smile, and Lena gulps almost imperceptibly.

“A Pulitzer Prize winner, I daresay I know who you are, Mr. Olsen.” Also Kara’s ex. The pit in her stomach grows wider, but James smiles broadly.

“It’s just James,” he assures her, and pulls Kara into a hug.

“I’m happy for you,” he whispers, and she kisses his cheek while still holding Lena’s hand. Or, more accurately, while Lena keeps her hand in a vice-like grip.

She’s already met Alex, Winn, and Maggie, so none of them bother getting up, all engrossed in some sort of card game that has Winn screaming something about cheating and index fingers and unfairness in between waving enthusiastically at Lena.

She perches on the couch in front of them all as Kara sinks back in the pillows.

“It’s okay, Lena, you can relax. I promise,” she whispers, and Lena melts and leans back into her.

Alex glances up and grins.

“I hope your thumbs are ready for war,” she says, and Lena blanches slightly. Maggie leans her head back into Alex’s shoulder so she can meet Lena’s eyes.

“She means Mario Kart.”

“Winn takes it very seriously.”

“Hey, so does Kara, it’s not just me!”

“Oh please, Schott, you almost gave Maggie a bloody nose with your flailing last week!”

“The key word is almost, Danvers!”

“Yeah Alex, no need to take out my tech man with some index finger trick just because your girl’s face got in the way of his maneuvering – sorry Maggie – “

“Not at all, Olsen, I’ll just make sure to toss some turtle shells at you – “

“You wouldn’t – “

“Try me!”

Kara laughs along with the banter, and Lena just tries to follow it all. Kara watches her carefully, a soft smile on her face. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she kisses her cheek, and James smiles affectionately and nudges Winn.

“We’re outnumbered, man.”

Winn laughs happily and tosses aside his cards – he would never admit it to Alex, but he was losing anyway – to set up Mario Kart as Alex takes the opportunity of Kara’ diverted attention to kiss Maggie senseless.

Between Winn’s excited yelling and wild gesturing, James’s cheering a squinting, focused Kara on, and Maggie’s cheering a pursed-lips, focused Alex on, none of them notice immediately.

None of them notice immediately that Lena is silent but Lena is determined. That Lena’s expression is set, is fire, is blazing with the shock of being surrounded by people who love having her there, who toss their arms around her to grab more popcorn easily, who make sure she’s getting enough to eat, to drink.

Who only ignore her when they’re focusing on driving their Mario Kart characters forward.

Who notice her – who care – at every moment except exactly when she wants to be stealthy. When she wants to sneak up behind all of them, perfectly calculated to pull ahead with a burst of speed just on the last lap, with a brilliantly timed maneuver that puts her strategically-chosen Toad kart ahead of everyone else’s for a first-place win.

Kara beams and bounces on her seat and squeals because if she can’t win, then her girlfriend definitely should; Alex tosses down her controller and exchanges a slack-jawed expression of begrudging admiration with Winn; and James and Maggie try their very hardest not to giggle, not to tease Kara, Alex, and Winn over the ultimate Mario Kart upset.

Lena smiles nervously into the silence and shrugs. “It’s all about strategy, isn’t it?”

She gulps and she fights down panic and she fights down agony because maybe she shouldn’t have won. Maybe they accepted her only before she stole their spotlight, their rush.

But then Alex is leaning in and Alex is grinning and Alex is more than the hardcore, take-no-prisoners agent that unflinchingly and single-handedly blew up Lena’s mother’s most updated facility, because Alex is congratulating her and Alex is, “Okay, you’re definitely coming to this every week. Anyone who can make Winn lose like that? Definitely a keeper.”

She squeezes her sister’s knee and Kara beams and practically tackles Alex with a hug and Maggie nudges Lena softly while James and Winn egg on the tickle fight that ensues.

“Our Danvers girls, huh?”

Lena fights down tears again, worn out Play Station controller still in her hands. But this time, the tears aren’t anxiety or disbelief or distrust.

This time, the tears are just happy.

“Our Danvers girls, indeed.”

a favor & a kiss

Originally posted by 1guanlins

member: lai guanlin 
genre: very fluffy
summary: you’ve always had a crush on guanlin but you never thought he would like you back, what happens when he asks you to wear his varsity jacket to be his lucky charm at his final basketball game?


  • you and guanlin were friends because you sat in maths class together
  • which mostly consisted of you and him complaining about the class and not doing the assigned work
  • “guanlin it’s been exactly 23 minutes and 16 seconds that we’ve been in this class but why does it feel like two weeks” you’d groan
  • he would smirk at you, and reply “we have 67 minutes and 44 seconds to go” you’d huff and puff but then you’d finally do you work
  • by work you mean copying off the answers from guanlin 
  • the thing is for you it was weird to be his friend 
  • well you didn’t want to be only his friend but you pushed your feelings in the deepest place in you mind
  • why?
  • because he was probably the most popular guy of your grade and you were just one of those people who blended into the background 
  • he was the star player of the basketball team, nice, funny, smart and not to mention his ridiculously good looks
  • because of this he had A HUGE FAN CLUB like no joke even like girls three years older than him wanted to date him
  • Guanlin also had very popular friends across the grades even some in university 
  • he was exciting and fun and you were plain and boring 
  • you had absolutely no chance with him
  • you happily settled with just being his friend but you couldn’t sometimes help but wish that maybe one day something would happen
  • one maths class guanlin asked you to go to the final of his basketball game 
  • you agreed cause you had nothing planned for that night other than binge watching netflix
  • the day of the game guanlin came to you when you were eating lunch  which was a very unusual occurence
  • you could feel the glares and whispers of other girls
  • feeling awkward and uncomfortable you asked him “whats up?”
  • unexpectedly he looked even more nervous than you and said
  • “uhhhh i have a favour to ask? i always have someone who’s important to me wear my varsity jacket at my final games. Is it okay if you could wear it tomorrow?”
  • he said looking at the ground and rubbing his neck which you knew was nervous habit of his from the hours of staring at him
  • your heart was beating SO FAST you think that everyone could hear it
  • you tried to muster a normal (not too excited so i seem chill) smile without squealing 
  • guess what, you failed, you literally squeaked in response
  • but after freaking out you finally beamed a smile and replied “i’d love to”
  • he gave you his most heart melting gummy smile which you literally thought could melt you
  • he started to ramble after you said yes “like i didn’t mean to be weird it’s just my sister always wore my varsity jacket at my final games but she’s still in taipei and i don’t have any other important girls in my life other than you”
  • your heart then was torn in two parts 
  • complete devastation because HE SAW YOU LIKE A SISTER not just a friend A SISTER
  • but also just pure bliss because you’re the only important girl in his life other than his family 
  • you just ended up smiling and saying “it’s not weird at all, i’d love to be your good luck charm” you said with a joking wink
  • then of course guanlin proceeds TO BLUSH 
  • you freaked out because 
  • 1. you are NEVER that flirty (but it’s probably because of the panic that he looks at you like a sister which of course causes you to awkwardly flirt)
  • 2. HE BLUSHED this cool gorgeous guy BLUSHED because of you
  • he mumbled a few incoherent words something along the lines of “see you at the game” and handed you his varsity jacket
  • before you know it your one and only close best friend looked at you with her jaw open and simply said like the dirty minded hoe she is 
  • “he totally wants to get in your pants, GO FOR IT HONEY!”
  • you whacked her in the arm and said disappointedly “he only likes me as a friend even a sister”
  • “keep on telling yourself that” she smirked
  • because of your friend teasing you you didn’t notice guanlin getting teased by ALL of his friends
  • “yah! guanlin giving her your jacket is not good enough bloody confess to her already!” jihoon said 
  • “aw you and y/n would be sooo cute” daehwi cooed who else would it be
  • “not as cute as us though” jinyoung said while wrapping his arm around daehwi jokingly totally not joking
  • “hmm guanlin-ah after we win because we’re totally gonna win, KISS HER” seongwoo cockily remarked
  • “do that confess, ask her out and boom you’re a couple” added daniel
  • “you’ll be fine” woojin said reassuringly while patting his shoulder
  • he just basically groaned the whole time his hyungs were talking and just wanted it to be at the game already 
  • *the game*
  • you were wearing a plain white tshirt dress which was a bit short for your comfort with Guanlin’s varsity jacket and your hair in a loose kinda messy bun with minimal makeup
  • you gotta admit you looked pre cute
  • especially because at school you wear baggy sweatpants and worn out t shirts, you hair is a mess and you’re sure sometimes you have some dried drool on your cheek
  • you were on the bleacher closest to the court so you could see guanlin play and cheer for him
  • unbeknownest to you guanlin had checked if you were there and once seeing you his heart was beating so rapidly
  • more than if he sprinted for like 30 minutes
  • because you looked so beautiful
  • he literally screamed in the locker room to jihoon
  • “Y/N LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL I CANNOT LIKE SHE ALWAYS LOOKS PRETTY IN SWEATS BUT LIKE WOW SHES BREATHTAKING ESPECIALLY IN MY JACKET.”
  • “SHE’S WEARING MY JACKET HYUNG!!!”
  • jihoon was like woah dude calm down and like damn you’re really in love with this chick aren’t ya you little giant baby
  • and guanlin just blushes and nods 
  • *okay time skip to the actual game*
  • you couldn’t help but appreciate how hot guanlin looked in his basketball tank top which showed off his lean but muscular arms 
  • and his uniform just made him look taller than usual
  • but first half the team played really well thrashing the other team 
  • guanlin was shooting most of the goals and you were like 
  • that’s my man but like lol no he’ll never be intersted in me 
  • in the break between the halves he gave you a wave and a warm smile
  • you smiled back, showing off your jacket and giving him a hwaiting gesture
  • he gave you a thumbs up back
  • in the second second half the other team catched up because one of the best players (seongwoo) injured his ankle and couldn’t play
  • he totally swore so loudly when he got injured for like 10 minutes straight 
  • with only 2 minutes to go it was a tie and the ball was on the opposite side of the court of the boys goal
  • you were so anxious you were screaming encouragements hoping that the guys would win
  • suddenly guanlin blocks the ball from going into the goal and then grabs and dribbles it super fast to the middle of the court
  • with only a few seconds left he shoots a three pointer
  • EVERYONE GOES CRAZY!!!!
  • you tried to fight your way to Guanlin but he was being so crowded you waited for everyone to calm down
  • before you know it Guanlin was right in front of you
  • and whispers in your ear 
  • “i deserve a reward for shooting the winning goal don’t ya think? my sister would always give me a peck on the cheek if we won?” 
  • he said cheekily and suggestively
  • you were blushing so hard not just because of his request but also because his face was only centimetres away from yours
  • your insides were freaking like “YOU WERE GIVING YOUR CRUSH OF MORE THAN A YEAR TO KISS HIS CHEEK BECAUSE HE ASKED”
  • and you just blushed and tried to be hard to get but totally failed
  • “just because you scored the winning goal” you replied
  • you stood on you tip toes to kiss his cheek cause you were short af
  • as you were leaning in to kiss his cheek you closed your eyes
  • you didn’t realise he twisted his head to face yours for your lips to reach his
  • he didn’t even know what he was doing because he never kissed anyone
  • cause like even him the swaggiest of rappers can have zero experience
  • his mind was freaking out and he knew it was because of the adreanaline of the game which made him so daring
  • and before you both knew it
  • you felt a pair of lips warm and soft on yours
  • YOU FREAKED OUT INTERNALLY but honey you weren’t gonna stop
  • you felt one of guanlin’s hands cupping your cheek and one on your lower back 
  • you could hear the wolf whistles and cheers and shouts of “YEAH FINALLY!!!” from literally all the wanna one boys and basketball team
  • you slowly parted away from your first but probably the best kiss you’ll ever experience
  • and guanlin just looks down on you he’s a giant and you see his gummiest smile and his eyes are just shining of happiness
  • you mirrored basically the same expression but also like confusion 
  • cause thoughts being like what the fuck just happened does this mean he likes me WHAT??!!!
  • before you could express any of these thoughts
  • Guanlin tells you super shyly and sweetly
  • “um well first of all i like you a lot LIKE A LOT i have since our first conversation, i kinda really fell for your smile and personality and looks and just everything i guess” he continues by saying
  • “i thought you’d never like me cause you’re basically perfect but like i think you do?? cause like yeah”
  • he awkwardly ended it with an adorable smile and you burst out laughing
  • “you thought i’d never like you, boi you so swaggy” you said with wiggly eyebrows trying to diffuse the kinda awkward but not really but also super endearing situation
  • guanlin laughed and whispered under his breath which you only just heard 
  • “this is why i love you”
  • “wait shit i said that out loud, ugh shit well whatever at least it’s true”
  • he said looking sooooo embarassed
  • you laughed softly and said “i love you too guanlin-ah”
  • he smiled broadly and without hesitation he asked 
  • “since you love me so much, will you be my girlfriend?” he said with a teasing tone
  • “hmmm i’m not sure cause jihoon’s pretty cute, don’t ya think?” you said jokingly
  • “HEY! i’m so much better than jihoon hyung” guanlin pouted
  • “guanlin trust me you’re not” jihoon commented butting into your moment
  • guanlin just sulked before you giggled and cupped his cheeks 
  • “of course guanlin, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” you said kissing his cheek for real this time
  • he smiles and says in awe “y/n is actually my girlfriend i don’t believe it”
  • you just smile and the crowd errupts into cheers 
  • seongwoo taps guanlin on the shoulder and tells him
  • “guanlin as much as i enjoy young love and you actually having some guts to ask a girl out, coach wants us in the lockeroom” he said smirking and winking at you
  • you laugh cause seongwoo is always funny 
  • “yeah i’m coming hyung” guanlin replied
  • “but before i leave” he says to you
  • he kisses you on the forehead and whispers to you sweetly
  • “wait for me princess, i’ll be back soon”
  • and wow you just became an absolute puddle of goo
  • you just nod and say “of course i’ll be waiting aren’t i your lucky charm?” you say with a wink
  • he laughs and sends you a gummy smile as he runs towards the locker room
  • you hug his jacket around yourself and just process everything that happened 
  • you’re wearing the jacket of your crush-wait no boyfriend-and you’re so glad guanlin asked you to wear it
  • and you end up wearing it to every single game after that one

lol i’m sorry i went so overboard i did not expect this to be this long especially a bullet point scenario. but i hope you enjoyed it anyways! also please send requests in! or just send me a message for a chat because i’d love to talk to anyone about kpop tbh lmao. But thank you for reading!

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Six- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Six

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,317
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by justjensenanddean

SERIES MASTERLIST

I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

Something more.

The words rattled you to your soul and you swallowed thickly.  It wasn’t like you could come up with a reply.  Every time you went to say something, your voice died in your throat.  The air didn’t seem to want to push its way out of your lungs and the only thing that came out was a strangled choke.

Dean had gone quiet too.  His eyes staring straight ahead, but his hand never left yours.  You looked down and you felt your heart stop when you noticed how perfect they seemed to fit together.  It was an odd idea to you.  That you could feel so much for someone but still want to hide yourself from him.  

Dean was never meant to be yours and it was going to be hard to let go of  something that never could be.  Chewing on your bottom lip, you gave his hand a squeeze.  You didn’t want to hurt him, but your heart was already dying inside.  There was something broken in you and there was no fixing it.

 Dean didn’t know that and you wouldn’t let him find out.  You would simply let him see that you weren’t meant for him.

Ten minutes later, you and Dean had arrived back to the motel.  You stopped in front of the door to your room and watched as he disappeared into his.  You allowed yourself to finally let the tears you had held back to fall.  Shaking in relief as you did.   

What the hell were you going to do with yourself?

You reached up and wiped away the tears as you stood in the cool night air.  It made your skin prickle and you reached up to rub your arms.  You had momentarily forgotten that your outfit was so suggestive until someone drove by in the parking lot to scream lewd things your direction.  You jumped and let out a surprised screamed when they honked loudly.

The door to Dean’s room came flying open as he came barreling out.  

“Y/N?” He asked as his peered around the corner at you.  You had pressed yourself to the adjoining wall as you tried to calm down.  You were overwhelmed by everything that had gone on that night. You desperately tried to regain your composure as you breathed in deeply.  Dean had rounded the corner and had you in his arms.  


You leaned into his touch and wrapped your arms around his waist.  Your heart thudded in your  chest as you tried to ignore the growing desire.  A desire to be that girl he called his own.

 
“What the hell are you doing out here sweetheart?”  He asked softly.  His hands coming up to stroke the top of your head.  You shook your head and clung closer to him.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing at all…” You mumbled into his shirt.  You were cold, tired, and confused.  You heard Dean let out a sigh before he pulled away and lead you to his door.   Your eyes snapped to him as he motioned for you to come inside.  
“Ummm….  Heh….  Ummmm…  I thought we’re gonna take things slow.”  You whimpered as you took a step backwards.  The pure nervousness that you had felt that first night in the bar was settling itself back into your stomach.  Dean let out that laugh of his and you turned to glare at him.


“What the fuck, Winchester!  Why are you always laughing at my expense? Not the best way to get in a girl’s pants!” You hissed.   Dean continued to laugh as he went inside his room.  You hovered in the doorway and stared into the darkness.  What the hell was he up to now?

First he confesses that he wants something more than sex from you.  Then he’s trying to get you into his motel room.  Was he trying to fuck with you?  You choked on your tongue  when the overhead light flickered on and Dean stood there in nothing but his boxer and t-shirt.  

You had never seen the man without his five layers of clothing except for the other morning.  Then it had only been brief and a lot less sexually driven.   Dean gave you a look as if to say, ‘You know you like it, sweetheart.’  You grunted and rolled your eyes.  

“Are you coming to bed or you just going to stand there all night?”  He asked with another chuckle.  You froze as you looked up at him with a questioning look.  

Was he just trying to get in your pants after all?  You glowered at him but took a step inside.  Dean approached you and closed the door behind you.  When it slammed shut, you couldn’t help but feel you were suddenly being locked in a dungeon of doom.   Dean, of course, being your own personal dungeon master.  You squinted as the idea of that being a dirty thought weaseled through you.  Your face twitched a bit at the thought of Dean spanking you while you called him Daddy flashed through your mind.  

You slow blinked at the thought and wondered what the hell you were even thinking.  The things this man made you think about.  No wonder woman’s panties seemed to literally drop at the sight of him.  You had never understood it until now.  Having Dean Winchester’s attention was the best high you had ever experienced.  It was also the most pissed off you had ever been.

Dean had been watching your facial expression with peaked interest.  He wished that he could just for a moment get inside that pretty head of yours, but mainly he wished he could get into those panties. 

 He snorted to himself and shook his head at that lie.  He knew damn well that what he was saying earlier was the truth.   What he wanted to get into was your heart and your panties.  Though he really didn’t care of the order that it happened.  He smirked at the thought and the way you had pressed your back against the door.

“Relax, sweetheart.  I just thought that maybe we could cuddle.  You know ease you into all this a little slower this time.”  He said with a toothy grin.   You eyed him for a moment and inspected him for any lies to be told.  All those years of hunting had given you a nose for sniffing out lies.    


“Alright… I’ll give it a try.”  You murmured.  “But any funny business Winchester and I’ll make you regret the day you were born.”  You warned as you eyed him with suspicion.  Dean just gave you that smirk of his in return before sprawling across the bed.  

“I’ll be right back.  I need to get out these clothes….  I smell like a bar threw up.”  You mumbled as you head towards the adjoining door.  Making your way quickly to your duffel bag, you rummaged around for your pajamas.   Yanking off your nuisance of an outfit, you sighed as the soft fabric of your favorite old band tee smoothed over your skin.  

Cringing when you noticed how wet your underwear still was, you slipped them down you legs in favor of a newer pair.  You blanched, when after searching for some time, realized that you didn’t have any more clean pairs.  You would have to do laundry soon.  Slipping on your sleep shorts, you grabbed your tooth brushed before sucking in a deep breath.  

You made your way through the door and stopped just short of the bed.  Dean was lying propped back on the pillows.  Shirtless.  A whimper got caught in the back of your throat and it made you sound like a mouse squeaking.  Dean smiled broadly at you and his fingers ghosted over his ab muscles.  Your eyes would have been come glue there if you hadn’t torn them away.

“Please tell me you have on boxers.”  You asked.  Your voice a little higher than normal from embrassessment.  You had never actually touched a naked man before and you couldn’t handle him if he was.   Dean laughed lowly and pulled the covers up to reveal his boxer.  You nodded before cautiously climbing into bed with him.  Crawling up to his side, you laid your head on his chest while he draped his arm around you.  

Dean sighed in contentment as he felt your warmth pressed against him.  His hand coming to rest just above your elbow as he gently ran his fingers over your skin.  You founded yourself snuggling closer into his warm chest.  Your whole body felt light as you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy the moment.  Dean was warm and smelt like mint.  Your hand began to trace circles into his right bicep as you hummed yourself to sleep.  

Dean noticed as you slowly began to fall asleep.  Your body stilled, your breathing became more even, and your eyes closed.  He smiled before placing a kiss on your forehead.  He gently ran his fingers through your hair and he couldn’t help thinking that this was how life was suppose to be.  He had a taste of this kind of life with Lisa, but that couldn’t have been.  You,though,were different.  He wouldn’t be dragging you into the life as you were already a part of it.  You understood him and he understood you.   

Dean spent the next few hours just watching you sleep.  He had chuckled when you had began to mumbled about him in your sleep.  You were frowning and you scolded him several times for being a pervert.   And then things got very interesting.   You had rolled away from him and seemed to moan his name.  He lifted himself so that he could try to make out your facial expressions in the dark.  From what he could tell, your face reflected what he thought was going on in that dream of yours.

“Dean please…  Touch me.”  You whispered.   A cocky smirk drew on Dean’s lips when his suspicions were confirmed.  You were having a sex dream about him.  

Dean could only watch completely transfixed as your hand roamed down your body.  It stopped at the waistband of your shorts and Dean had to swallow hard.  He sent out a little prayer to whomever the fuck would listen that you would go for gold.  Of course the opposite of that happen and Dean rolled his eyes.  Yours had popped open and were looking at him in horror.  He smiled knowingly down at you.  

That ever so cocky grin becoming wider as your eyes gave everything away.  Much to your protest, Dean leaned over and kissed you.  His lips lingering sweetly there.  It wasn’t raw and wild like the other you had shared.  It was soft and loving.  His lips moving against yours gently as his fingers slipped through your hair.  When he pulled back, you were a panting mess of a girl.  

You furrowed your eyebrows together at the action.  You had expected him to make some comment or lewd suggestion.  Not kiss you like you were his first love.  You reached up and scratched your head from nerves as he continued to smile at you.  Annoyance creeped up your spine as you glanced away from him.  You rolled over but could still feel those green orbs boring into your back.  The need to strangle him flashed through your mind and you sat up to glare at him.

“What Winchester?”  You snapped as your eyes narrowed into slits.

The smile was a not there anymore.  The smug grin on his face made you want to slap him or kiss him.  You just weren’t sure which one it was anymore.

“So…  How many of those dreams have you had about me?”  He asked in a cocky tone.  

You groaned and turned away from him.  Making sure to pull the covers over your head as you did.  

“Go to sleep, Dean.”  You mumbled from your blanket prison.  Dean snickered as his hand roamed under the blanket for you.  You yelped when his arms wrapped around you.  Pulling you into his chest as his fingers began to dance along your ribs.  You squealed loudly and tried to squirm away, but he locked you into his embrace. His fingers lingered in the place that he found you were the most ticklish.  You laughed until you were crying and he laughed with you as his heart swelled with joy.

“Dean stop!  STOP. Aahahahhahaha.” You well managed to shriek between rounds of laughter.   You hated being tickled and you wonder for a brief moment how he knew.  Then you remembered that you had confessed to him once.  Bastard, how did he remember that?

“Not until you tell me how many dreams you’ve had.”  He said with a laugh of his own.  You wailed harder as his fingers skimmed across your ribs again.  You jerked and wiggled but his grip was tight.  

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT!  I don’t know!  I’ve lost count!”  You cried in defeat as his fingers stop their torture.   

“Umm.  That’s the answer I wanted to hear.” Dean said as he kissed the top of your head.  Settling down behind you, he pressed himself into your back.  You stiffened when you could feel every muscle and smooth piece of skin.   Oh god damn it, the man was even built like a god.  You hadn’t allowed yourself to get a really good look at him.  You had always tried to avoid staring at him.  It had to be the same concept as staring at the sun.   If you stared to long you’d certainly go blind.

Dean, in the meantime, was taking advantage of your distracted state.  He leaned down and buried his face in your hair.  Sighing when you smelt sweet and light, he kissed the back of your neck.  A last fleeting thought flickered through his mind before sleep overtook him.

This was were you both belonged.


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Hot ‘n Cold

♥ Hi Guys, here is another fulfilled request, well it’s just smut so here we go. I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message, or leave a request. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them, als tag in the lovely @moderndeathsblog because you are my muse and you love Loki so I hope you like it as well♥ Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.


Request:  Can you please do a smut with Jotun!Loki? Just anything sensual and hot with him.


  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: You want to see Loki’s true form and he grant you your wish and discover a new kink of yours.
  • Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), temperature play, Loki in his jotun form, Loki uses his frost giant abilities, PWP!
  • Words: 1760

You sat impatiently on your large, soft, and royal bed in the huge bedroom, you shared with your boyfriend. The only thing that covered your body was a lace bra and matching slip in elegant emerald green, a little gift for your favorite god. It was already late at night and some candles illuminated your room with warm light while still some warm night air was blowing in through the open balcony. You took a sip  from your glass of water while you waited for Loki to walk through the door.

You had a special fantasy in your mind,  for ages and you wanted to try it out so badly  with your boyfriend if he would play along. You knew that this wasn’t Loki’s favorite subject and he was reluctant to mention this topic and you hoped that your appearance and the fact that you really wanted to do it would change his mind.

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So do you remember the guy in yesterday’s General Conference session (April 2017) who shared the ultimate “Flirt to Convert” story? The guy who was surprised the girl told him “No” because he thought he was a good catch? His name is Elder Costa. Last year he came to my stake. I’ve shared that story before, but would like to do so again in greater detail since many of you now know who he is.

When a Seventy comes to stake conference there are some extra meetings. There’s one on Saturday that’s like the kick-off mtg. It’s just the Seventy, the stake presidency, the stake clerk and me, the stake executive secretary.

He had us sit in a circle by order of our rank. I thought Elder Costa would sit at the desk and we’d be in a semi-circle in front of it, but he had the stake president sit at his own desk. In front of the desk, to the stake president’s right was his first counselor, then the second counselor and the stake clerk. Everyone outranks me, so I’m last among our group, which means I was seated next to Elder Costa, who was in the first chair to the left of the stake president.

He asked if everyone was married, and of course, I’m the only single person out of the six of us in the room. 😓 I was dreading this moment because so many times when someone higher up finds out I’m single I get a lecture about it being my priesthood duty and I need to be married in order to be exalted and it’s my responsibility and there are sisters who cry themselves to sleep at night. Elder Costa does none of that. 

I’m certain that at most of these meetings everyone in the room is married, so this was unusual. He had brought a message for the married men, and he proceeded to give it, but as I was sitting next to him, he kept patting my leg, my knee, my arm, like he was letting me know it’s alright. It’s sort of like by his actions he was conveying one message to me, even as he was speaking a different message to the rest of the room. 

Afterwards I was in the clerk’s office following up on some things. From where I’m sitting, I am hearing Elder Costa & the stake president speaking (everyone else has already left the stake offices) and then I heard a door close and a voice in my ear said, “You have 15 seconds. Go talk to him.” This was odd as I thought they’d both just walked out of the stake offices. I turn around in my chair and there is Elder Costa standing framed by the office door.

I walk over and thank him for how gently he treated me in the earlier meeting, and said the reason I’m not married is because I’m gay. He reacted so quickly I didn’t have a chance to say anything further. He threw his arms around me and pulled me in as he said, “Dear brother, the Church has much to offer you. And you have much to contribute to the church.” He squeezed me and then let go of the hug, and just as he took a step back, I heard the door open, it was the stake president. He’d gone to the restroom (there’s one in the stake offices) and out the door they went.

After the Priesthood Leadership Mtg, he held a mtg w/the stake presidency, high council and bishops.  As they were about to begin, Elder Costa sent one of them to fetch me. He hadn’t been specific that he wanted me and the clerk to be at that discussion, but he was looking for me, and when he recognized I wasn’t at the table and sent for me.

That night in the adult session, he made the point that same-gender attraction isn’t a sin, and members who speak otherwise are incorrect and unkind. It wasn’t his main point, but he included it in his presentation. 

On Sunday morning, I was already in the stake offices when Elder Costa arrived with the stake president. He asked what I was working on and told the stake president he was lucky to have me, that I keep things running smoothly.  During the Sunday session of stake conference, he spoke about 3 sentences of how he’s spent time with the stake president and he’s a good man and the same is true of his counselors. And to my great surprise, he followed that up by exclaiming with a big smile, “and they have the GREATEST secretary!” 😊 My phone immediately blew up with people writing to say they’ve never heard a secretary recognized like that, and people all around reaching over to pat me on the back.

At the conclusion of the Sunday session, we had a wrap up meeting. Once again we sat in order of seniority of our positions, which meant I was next to Elder Costa. He turned to me and asked where were my assistants? I said that the stake clerk has assistant clerks, that there aren’t assistant secretaries. He said that’s funny, seemed I did the work of 3 people. At the meeting’s conclusion, we knelt and he prayed. After the prayer he sprung up, and as I was standing he put his hands on my arms and pulled me towards him. He wrapped me into a tight hug, chest on chest, his cheek against mine, and says “I love you” three times in my ear. 😇 I have tears in my eyes, it’s as if Jesus spoke those simple words to me, into my heart.

He held that hug for a little bit, then he went to shake the other’s hands. The stake clerk who’d been sitting next to me, thought we were all getting hugs, so he put his arms out for a hug as Elder Costa put forth his hand for a handshake. There was an awkward moment, and we laughed at that, so he gave them one-armed side hugs while saying it was good to meet them. 😂😂😂 They’re all looking at me, like why did he get such an embrace, but they don’t say anything because they can tell something just transpired because I was wiping aside tears.

In those small and simple ways, Elder Costa ministered to me. I didn’t even know I needed to be ministered to, but it really was good for my soul. Normally the mention of homosexuality in church is accompanied with a list of restrictions. Instead, he reacted with love and kindness. I believe most LGBT Mormons know the Church’s positions in these matters and what would most benefit them are messages of hope and love. It’s unusual for us to feel accepted and wanted.

I have a great deal of respect and love for Elder Costa and smiled broadly at seeing him speak in General Conference.

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Inhuman!reader

Summary: You’re the invisible Avenger, both figuratively and literally, as an accident when you were a little kid caused you to gain the power to turn invisible. Even when you’re not invisible you manage to blend in, until Peter Parker joins the team.

Warnings: Language (goddammit Tony)

A/N: Tagging @skymundane477@takenbymyfandoms​ and @pattypotterpevensie​ bc I know you guys love Peter as much as I do xx

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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Four- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Three

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,083
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel


The twisted knot in your stomach let you know that this was a bad idea.  You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but knew that you would sure as hell be paying the price for being stubborn.   All the confidence you had in the motel was gone as you stared at the bar from the car window.  Dean had already exited and was heading inside, but turned around when he noticed a lack of your presence.  You jumped when he knocked on the window and you whipped your head up to glare at him.

“What?” You snapped.  Your voice muffled by the window.  Dean looked at you softly as he reached for the door handle.   You frowned when he did but made no effort to stop him.  When he had it opened, he reached out his hand for you to take.  Swallowing all your doubts, you took his hand into yours and allowed him to lead you into the bar.  

You yanked on your skirt as all the eyes in the bar seemed to be on you.

Making sure to press yourself closer to Dean when you walked past a group of leering men.  You didn’t notice the murderous look Dean was sending their way when they catcalled you.  Your nose wrinkled but you chose to ignore them.  Dean on the other hand was now turning about face and you had to reach out to snatch his jacket sleeve.  

“Dean.  They’re not worth your time.” You hissed as you pulled his arm.

Dean shot the men another death glare before he let you lead him over to the bar.  The old man bartender grunted when he saw the pair of you and grabbed two beers without waiting for you to order.  You smiled and thanked him before he turned away from you.  Yanking your skirt down, you climbed into the barstool.

Dean was eyeing you before he sat down. He had to swallow a moan when your skirt rode up to reveal your garter belt.  Flashes of pure perversion ran through his mind as he imagined your legs over his shoulder as he pounded into you. You turned to look at him when you felt his eyes on you.  Turning on your best smile, you reached over and grabbed his hand from the bar.

“Dean, we should play some pool.” You offered as you gave his hand a squeeze.  

He nodded as he took a swig of his beer.  His eyes never left your thighs and you smiled in triumph.

This was working.  You weren’t sure if you would be able to go much further with your charade.  On the inside, you were quaking with nerves. You had been on a high the last few days and couldn’t explain your own feelings.  It was like you wanted Dean to give you this kind of attention. When it had first occurred to you that he was attracted to you, it had come as a complete shock. Dean had never even once flirted with you and now you were in the world’s smallest skirt begging him to flirt.  The head rush from having Dean’s attention was almost too much.

Chugging your beer for confidence, you snagged Dean by the arm and pulled him towards the pool tables.  Dean followed you eagerly as his eyes glued to the sway in your hips.

You frowned when you noticed that all the pool tables were taken.  You knew Dean would be headed back to Kansas soon and you wanted to have some fun before he left.  Though you weren’t sure about that kind of fun.

“Damn. I really wanted to get in a couple of games.  I feel like we’ve gotten away from just having fun together as friends. Too much of this silly flirting nonsense.” You sighed.

Dean eyes darted to yours with the sound of disappointment in your voice. Your lower lip was pooched out and your arms crossed. You looked like a pouting toddler.

“God damn it, Y/N. Do you always have to be so damn cute?” He said with a chuckle.

You cocked your head so you could look at him. That smirk he had been carrying for days was back.  You also noticed the word cute kept coming up with him. Everything you seemed to do was cute to him.

You had always hated that word.  You were a grown ass woman. Women weren’t cute.  They were sexy.  As you watched a couple leave a pool table, an evil idea stuck you right to the core.  With the quick click clacking of your boots, you scurried over to the table in order to lay claim to it. Dean smiled as you seemed to dance with excitement as you grabbed the triangle to wrack up the ball.   He grabbed a pool cue as you finished up.  

“So… I thought we’d make this interesting. If you’re up for a bet that is.” You quipped as you grabbed your own pool cue. Dean’s eyebrows shot up as your words peeked his interest.

“What are the terms?” He asked as he sized you up. He had played a few games with you before and he knew he was in for a challenge.

“ Simple. If I win then you stay a few more days and we hang out as friends.  If you win then you get to take my virginity.” You said nonchalantly.

Dean had taken a drink if his beer as you spoke. The beer spewed from his mouth as he began to choke.  

“What don’t like the terms of the bet?” You cooed with a smirk.

Dean cleared his throat before he shook his head no.

“No.  Hell no. I fucking love the terms…  It’s just are you sure about that?”

“Well Dean remember when you said you were the only one that should have that privilege?  Well I agree…”. You mumbled as your cheeks tinted pink.

Dean shifted on his feet to keep from launching himself towards you.  Holy shit!  He just wanted to shove that little skirt up and bury himself inside your tight pussy. He shuddered at the thoughts of being able to take you to a place no other man had ever and would ever take you.  The fuck if he was ever letting you go after that.

In the meantime,  you were looking like the cat who ate the canary.  You had hoped that Dean would like the terms of the bet. Though, you had only played a few times before, it was enough to know that you were a better player. Your dad had you hustling pool since you were four and many a hunter had fallen victim to you. 

When you won, Dean would have to stay and all this silly flirting would come to an end.  You weren’t going to lose your friend to some silly flirting war, but first you were going to show him just how sexy you could be.  It was only fair since he had humiliated you in this same bar.  You clicked your tongue as you sized up the different angles and any possible combo shots you might have to take.

You smiled when you lined up the perfect shot and bent over the table to take it. An unexpected breeze made your eyes widen. You turned your head slightly and squeaked quietly when you found that the pool cue had caught in your skirt.  

You were both glad and mortified that Dean was standing behind you.  Knowing that he was getting a free show made you cringe, but also inwardly grin as it would help further your cause.  Your body flushed pink when Dean let out the most sexual groan.

Dean nearly lost it when your skirt lifted all the was up to reveal those pretty satin panties of yours. The little squeal from you had let him know that you hadn’t done it on purpose, but he couldn’t help but stare your plump rear. Though being a gentlemen, he quickly made his way over to help you with your skirt.  

His hand reached out to tug the fabric free but not before smoothing up your thigh.  You let out another squeak and shivered as his had stop right under the swell of your rear.  Sighing in relief when his hands finally left your skin, as the fabric from your skirt tickled your thighs once again.

“Uhh… Heh.  Thanks.”  You said with a nervous giggle.  You wanted to seem sexy, but all you were doing right now was making yourself look like the dork you were.  Dean smiled broadly at you before backing away to allow you to take the first shot. 

You were surprised when Dean gently grabbed the pool cue from your hand and you turned to look at him.  You couldn’t help but notice that Dean wasn’t looking at you but rather to the side of you.  Your eyes followed his gaze and your heart rate sped up when you found that group of men from earlier.  They were leering your way and you could actually feel Dean tense up.  

Then, before you could say a word, Dean had stormed off towards them with pool cue in hand.  You called after him but he ignored your pleas for him to come back.

“What the fuck did you just say?”  He barked to one of the men.  The man sat at a nearby table with five other guys who looked like they had walked straight out of the movie Deliverance.

“I said why did you stop the show?  It’s obvious your little whore wants us to watch.”   He said with a sneer.  

His words rattled their way through you.   The anger that flooded through your veins was poison to the mood between you and Dean.  
By that time, Dean had shot the man a warning to such is ‘fucking pie hole’ or he would be swallowing his teeth.  You stomped over to the group with a look that would scare the pants off of Lucifer himself.  Dean gripped the cue even tighter when the man eye fucked you through your clothes.  

“What the fuck did you just say about me?”  You hissed.  
Dean had turned to look at you in surprise, but smiled when he realized just who the hell you were.  

“I said, You’re a little whore that wants us to watch.”  He sneered in response.  Dean had enough at this point and let out a dangerous chuckle.

“You might want to take that back before I shove this pool cue up your ass.” He said with a dark smirk.   You watched as the group of men shifted under the sudden tension in the air.   A tension that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the bartender.  He had reached under the bar and brought out a shotgun.  

“That’s enough of that shit, Wilson.  I think it’s time you and your boys to pack it up for the night.”  The old man bartender warned.  
The man he called Wilson threw up his hands before speaking.


“Alright.  Alright.  Just having a little fun.  We’ll be going.  Come on boys.”  He said before motioning for the men to follow.  They all bounced up like train monkeys as they slid by you with smirks.  Dean pulled you closer as they passed and you leaned into him.  As Wilson moved passed, he grabbed your arm before either you or Dean could react.

“We’ll be seeing you around, sweetcheeks”  He said said with a wink.  Your nose wrinkled in disgusted as you tried to yank away from him.

“Let her go.” Dean grounded out.  The warning that sounded from him was raw and wild.  It made your whole body tense as the man’s grip on your arm tighten.

“If you don’t let her the fuck go right now. I promise the only way you’re getting out of here is in a body bag.”  He said as his own went to grab Wilson’s wrist.  Wilson’s eyes widen in surprise when Dean’s grip sent a resounding pain through his arm.  

Letting you go quickly, Wilson turned to scurry away only to find that he was still trapped there.  Dean’s vise grip on the man’s arm tighten before he breathed him a finally warning.

“Touch my girl again and I’ll rip every appendage you have off your body and make you eat it.”  He growled to the man.  Wilson visibly flinched under the threat while you flinched for another reason.

Did Dean Winchester just call you his girl?!  


AN:   :D  Hope you enjoyed the update.  Please let me know what you think and I’ll be back Friday with a new chapter.  I’m really hoping Dean isn’t out of character in this story.  :(  Just a bit of an insecurity.  

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Kristina

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BTS Reaction - You teasing them in front of the members.

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Seokjin (Jin)

You bent down to pick up the bowl you ‘accidentally’ dropped knowing full well the boys were behind you. As you bent you felt your skirt rise and once you stood up to engage their reactions you thankfully only noticed Hobi saw your little tease and Jin.

Hobi was bright red chugging his water, but your boyfriend Jin had his eyebrow cocked at you mouthing,

Are you testing me?

Namjoon (Rapmonster)

You walked in the dorm dressed in a black bardot bodysuit and white skirt catching the eyes of the members besides your boyfriend, he had his back to you.

You cleared your throat and Namjoon craned his neck to look at you, his eyes bulged at the sight of you. He then smiled broadly walking over to you with open arms confusing you but one he came over closely he smiled wider,

“Ah Y/N you look gorgeous, but I’ll have to punish you for making me hard in front of the boys.”

He mumbled the last sentence as he reached down to hug you squeezing your behind.

Yoongi (Suga)

You Jungkook and Jimin were in Sugas studio listening to his music, but you were sat in boredom on his sofa wanting attention. Badly. As you watched them ignore you, you decided to make an audible yawn grabbing their attention.

As they watched you, you lifted and crossed your bare leg along the other making Jungkook and Jimin gaze at your legs. Suga scowled at them and abruptly stood then insisted them to listen to his music while he marched over to you.

You panicked and as he approached you went to move your legs,

“Teasing me? Infront of them? Let’s see how you like it.”

He’d say in a hushed tone as he crouched before you grasping your legs suppressing you from moving. He’d then stand his bulge in your face, you bit your lip wanting to help him but he stepped back while grabbing it himself.

It turned you on even more and watched as he walked back with a smirk.

Hoseok (J-Hope)

You huffed as the boys laughed behind you, you were making them tea and were feeling needy for your boyfriends attention.

You decided to walk over to the fridge and jump. And jump. Pretending to try reach the tea bags, you knew your skirt went up everytime and stopped.

“Hobi come help me.” You pouted and turned to see him gaping at you alongside V and Namjoon, he gulped and stood up mumbling something to the boys that caused them to continue talking.

As Hobi approached you he grabbed your wrist lightly and whispered lowly in your ear,

“You. Me. Bed. Now.”

Taehyung (V)

They were playing damned video games as usual leaving you out, you sighed in annoyance and you stood behind them wanting your boyfriend Taehyung to give you some sort of affection.

You slyly tucked in your shirt into your leggings revealing your big behind and strut around the couch infront of them bending down to pick up a few pillows.

You heard Taehyung curse under his breath and once you stood up you saw Jungkook and Jin gazing at you. You winked at annoyed Tae and walked away.

You heard the boys groan that they lost the game and shouted at eachother for a do over, as you put away the pillows you felt someone hot against you.

“Do you know how hard you make me when you tease me infront of the boys? No? Then feel it.”

He breaths against your neck his lips grazing your neck while he brushed his thick rock hard length against your thigh.

Jimin

You were all cramped in a dressing room, so much was going on you knew your boyfriend Jimin forgot you were there. Thankfully you were wearing a nice dress to grab his attention.

You stood up patting down your skirt and fluffing up your hair and sassed over to the mirror to stand between Jimin and Yoongi, you bent forward slightly revealing some cleavage while acting as if you were checking yourself out.

You saw Suga glance your way with a smirk and watched Jimins jaw clench in annoyance and just as you went to walk away he grabbed your forearm and tugged you flush against him.

“They’re mine Y/N. Don’t show them off to Yoongi. They’re not his, do you want me to claim them again right here?”

Jungkook

You were in the dance studio watching them record their latest dance but you were bored, spinning on the chair. Soon you realised your skirt went up every time revealing your thighs grabbing the eyes of some of the members, you saw Jungkook notice and his jaw twitched in jealousy.

You smirked at him and did it once more earning you a glower before he went back to dancing, you pouted upset that it didn’t work for him.

Once it stopped they all crowded the camera besides Jungkook who strode towards you as if he were on a mission. The sight of him made you loose all salvia in your mouth.

“I saw what you were doing. Are you forgetting those thighs have been wrapped around me and only me? Do you need me to refresh your memory on that?”

He whispered while stroking your hair and biting his lip.

“I’m your family?” “You’re my family.”

In honour of Gendry’s soon-to-be return to the show, here is a drabble of Arya and Gendry’s potential meeting in S8

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She was water dancing when the gates creaked open. Brienne now trained with her every morning and night once done sparring with Pod. The young squire always seemed to find an excuse to still be there when Arya would glide up, eyes sparkling, Needle in one hand, dagger at her waist. He claimed to Brienne that Arya was a natural, and he wished to learn from her. After several weeks, Brienne stopped even pretending to believe him. 

The sound of two horses and the howl of the cold winds outside made Arya and Brienne pause, turning to see who had come. Arya felt like a girl of 12 again as her heart raced, her mind whispering, Jon, big brother, he’s home, he’s home.

She couldn’t help but feel disappointed as she saw it was a Wildling man with a huge red beard and glinting, laughing eyes. He broadly smiled in their direction, and Arya turned to see Brienne furiously staring at her feet, her hand clutching at Oathkeeper as though it were a support. 

“My lady!” the man shouted. 

Brienne nodded stiffly. “Tormund.”

Tormund? Arya thought to herself. She had heard of Tormund from Sansa; a Wildling who Jon called his closest friend, a brash man with a kind heart who currently cared for two girls who’s mother died at Hardhome. Arya had learnt to be wary of everyone though, however kind they may seem. 

Tormund slipped off his horse and swaggered towards them, talking loudly of great deeds and ice spiders. Why was Brienne looking as though the ground needed to swallow her up, Arya wondered. Pod was hovering nervously around them, clearly wondering whether to cause an intervention or just leave Brienne to it. Brienne hastily blurted to Tormund that Winterfell had received a raven that Ser Jaime Lannister and a group of Lannister deserters were riding North to fight alongside the Starks. Now it was clear that he no longer fought for Cersei, Brienne always seemed to bring up Ser Jaime when she was flustered, and it always made Pod roll his eyes.

Smirking, Arya turned back to the gate, sure that it was two horses, not one, that she had heard. 

And then her heart stopped. 

She hadn’t seen him for four years. His hair was still black as night, and the eyes that shyly looked through it were still the blue of a warm summer sky. A huge warhammer swung off the horse, and Arya could see the sigil of House Baratheon on it. Why did he have that? 

She found herself tentatively moving forwards. Could it be him? Was it truly him? The Red Witch hadn’t killed him?

His clothes were covered in ice and snow, and as he jumped off the horse she saw his hands were turning grey from cold. 

“Gendry?” she heard herself whispering, feeling the eyes of Pod burning into the back of her head. 

He looked up, and swallowed hard. “You finally got home to Winterhell…”

She took a sharp intake of breath, mixed with a laugh, thinking what Hot Pie would say to that subtle jab in his absence. “You’re alive. She didn’t -”

He shook his head. “I - Arya, I -” and suddenly his arms were around her, squeezing her, holding her in a way he had never once held her before. Arya found her head resting against his chest, her heart racing…

And then she pulled back and punched him square on the jaw. 

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Feyre introducing the court of dreams to Lucien

Feyre: This is my mate and the strongest high Lord in history, Rhysand.
These are our kids Mor, Cassian and Azriel. Cassian’s our mischievous and troublemaking boy. Mor is the one who would not hesitate to help him create trouble. Azriel is our only well-behaved child and is very polite and nice. I taught him well.
And amren here is our kids cranky old aunt. Though me and Ryhsand consider her to be more than just our sister. *ends by smiling broadly*

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Cassian: I am NOT your kid. It’s just that a child lives inside me!!!

Mor: when will I get that beautiful tiara I asked for that day, daddy??!!*baby talking and whining at feysand*

Azriel: *blushes at the compliment but grumbles half heartedly* I am not their brother! *Sticking his thumb in Cassian and Mor’s direction*

Amren: You are all kids but I AM NOT THEIR AUNT!!!!

Rhys: Are you Feyre darling, trying to take the whole credit of Azriel to yourself???!!!!!*mocking pain*

Meanwhile Lucien….

What the hell is going on here??!!!!!! Aren’t these people supposed to be high skilled trained killers??!!!!!! Was I better off at the tool’s court??!!!!!!??OMG!!!!!

lurkeymclurker  asked:

(For the head cannon thing) Gimli son of Gloin

  • In addition to his not-inconsiderable skill with diplomacy, music, warcraft, poetry, and geology, Gimli is also inexplicably good at swimming. 
  • Well, “inexplicably” according to Legolas, who regards water with a great wariness and whom no amount of coaxing, cajoling, or hand-holding will convince to go further from the riverbank than the reach of his arms. 
  • It is Frodo who first gives explanation for Legolas’ aversion—I suppose you will not have bathed much in the Enchanted River, Frodo says, when Legolas pointedly refuses to wade out into Bruinen with the rest of them. 
    • Legolas stares at him until Frodo stammers, In Bilbo’s stories it was black, and foul—a cursed thing. The dwarf who fell in would not wake for days, and had to be carried. Is that…not…?
    • We do not compel you, mellon, Aragorn cuts in, to save Frodo from turning any more red about his ears. Pray you watch our things on the banks, and warn off any hopeful-thieves. 
    • They stopped teasing Legolas about not bathing with them, after that.)
  • Nevertheless, Gimli is a strong swimmer—not only because he floats like a cork, thank you, Master Pippin. 
  • He rescues a spluttering Merry from an undertow once, diving deep and dragging him to the surface, treading water until Merry catches his breath again, hiccuping from swallowed water and hacking, weeping. (It is well, Gimli murmurs brusquely once they reach shore, wrapping Merry in Boromir’s borrowed cloak. You are well, stop your tears, little one.
  • Afterwards, when the danger has passed and the stories of it are already growing up in its place, Boromir claps him on the shoulder. Well done, Master Dwarf, Boromir says, and his face is even kindlier in firelight. You must tell me where you learnt. My uncle, who is Lord of Dol Amroth taught my brother and myself, so we might swim in the Great Sea—but you have no sea, in the Lonely Mountain.
  • Gimli demurs, and speaks of Long Lake, but—
  • (Legolas sees. They have only one another a fortnight or two, but he can see this, the way Gimli raises his shield and deflects a blow he will not bear. It is a most elegant thing, more subtle and gentle than any sally of the court of Thranduil. Legolas is envious of his grace, of him.)
    • (Legolas is jealous of him. Easily confused with envy, but distinct. Jealousy is envy married with covetousness, wanting-to-be as much as wanting. But Legolas does not know how much, not yet.)
  • It is more than several fortnights later, when Legolas asks. The Ring is gone, burnt to so much sulfur in Mount Doom, and the Fellowship is dissolved, the War brought to its soft and quiet ending—but Legolas remembers.
  • And swimming? he interjects, as Gimli speaks of all that keeps him so engaged, now that he is Lord of the Glittering Caves. And Gimli’s expression softens, and he smiles, as thought they are sharing a jest. 
  • Yes, he says, and he leads Legolas down, down into the deepest depths of the Caves, until it is just Legolas and Gimli with the dark pressing in on every side.
  • The cave Gimli shows Legolas is enormous, bigger than the White Hall at Minas Tirith, and at the heart of it is an underground lake. The native Men say the heart of Middle Earth is water, Gimli says, lighting a series of crystalline lamps. They throw strange shadows across the water. Because there’s no end, the lake seems to just go on and on, deeper and deeper
  • Gimli picks up a stone from the shore of this great underground lake, and tosses it into the water—Legolas sucks in a sharp breath, watching the water ripple and catch light—
    • The ripples burn with a blue fire that he cannot find reason for, except it must be magic. It does not surprise him, that Gimli Son of Gloin, Ringbearer, Master of the Glittering Caves should be magic. It is…why should it surprise him?
  • It is common, Gimli says, and Legolas can feel him watching his face. It is common, for there to be rivers and lakes, at the heart of caves. This is where I learned to swim. In the secret rivers of the Lonely Mountain.
  • Legolas allows himself to be led edge of the vast lake, darkness pressing in on every side except where the lamps cut through the black. There is the occasional flare of blue light out on the water. Legolas—stepping out of heavy boots and shedding his tunic and cloak, until it is just them, Legolas and Gimli and their bare skin shivering in the damp and cold. 
  • Legolas follows Gimli into the lake, out past where the smooth cave falls away from their feet. The water is cold, but Gimli’s hand is hot, and 
    • Legolas is not afraid.
  • Everywhere they touched is liquid blue light. It licks at Legolas’ ankles, moving with his spread fingers. Gimli takes a breath and dives down in a haze of blue light, surfacing only to grin at Legolas breathless, giddy. 
  • There, shivering in the dark heart of the earth, Legolas has laughed, and felt as though he’s emerged in another world, another earth entirely, somewhere far far away. Somewhere where it was just Gimli and he, and the cold water, and light.
  • (Of course I must take you with me, Legolas says, as they prepare to set off across to the Great Sea, to another world where Durin’s sons have never been welcomed. You are a much stronger swimmer than I, after all. What if I fall overboard?
    • Gimli is smiling so broadly his cheeks hurt. Of course, amrâlimê.)
She can go to Hell

“3 wishes”, she articulated. “I trust you know the drill? Can’t wish for more wishes, or to be God, etc. That’s about the size of it.”

I nodded. “I understand, but one thing I want to make clear: I don’t want to find out there’s some crazy side effect, or hidden curse for all eternity or some shit. I want the things I wish for to benefit me, NOT to somehow turn around and hurt me. You promise that’s how this works?”

She cocked her head quizzically, as toddlers do when confronted with a conundrum. “Well of course, dear boy. Contrary to what you may think, I’m not out to get you. I have no reason to want to harm you. You have literally no risk in this endeavor.”

My gut tightened nervously.

“Satisfied?” she asked me with an impatient sigh, like a tired old tutor who has been teaching math for decades.

“Ok, I’m sold.” I grasped the pen and signed the contract before I waivered again.

For my first wish, I elected to have a weekly paycheck bigger than anyone else’s on earth. Rather than have a lump sum of cash, and risk spending it on a stupid island or being robbed, now I was guaranteed to be wealthy for the rest of my life.

Next, I took a cultured approach: fine art! I wished for an entire house full of famous pieces. My own showcase of literally priceless paintings.

Finally, I made sure to cover my ass for all eternity. “Heaven! I shouted joyously. I want to spend my afterlife enjoying limitless ecstasy & fulfillment forever.”

Smiling broadly, she signed her portion of the now-completed contract. "You’ve made some marvelous selections, child. You will indeed be satisfied, now & forevermore.”

She tore off my copy, folded it, sealed it with wax, & slipped the document into a stately leather pouch.

Her eyes met mine, for a consummating moment filled with irrevocability, and then she gave final instructions:

“And now, our collections agency will set about obtaining your desires! Unfortunately it’s not like Aladdin, you understand. These things cannot be contrived from thin air,” she winked.

I didn’t hide my worried tone, “Whoa, Collections Agency? What the fuck does that mean? You told me I had nothing to worry about!”

“Of course not, dear boy”, she assured me. “We must simply go about the business of collecting what is rightfully yours.”

“The money, we will procure from various banks around the world, and of course those places can spare it.”

“The art, we will replace what we take from museums, with replicas. Not a soul can tell the difference, behind the security glass.”

“And as for your eternal life in heaven, you will certainly be getting that as well! Though you didn’t earn it with your actions, tisk tisk” she slapped her tongue.

“That’s why we had you list a character reference on the contract; you chose well! Your lovely daughter has lived a very honorable life.”

The Boy Next Door

Summary: It’s Bitty’s sophomore year and he finally gets a boyfriend. Rodrigo is the quintessential boy next door: smart, kind, sweet, popular, a talented goalie. Everyone in the Haus adores him, everyone except Jack. Jack can’t stand him, and he’s not even sure why.  Also on AO3


Chapter 1: The Meet Cute

Rodrigo Zuniga was the quintessential boy next door. The popular goalie of the Samwell men’s soccer team, he volunteered at the no-kill animal shelter in Norwood once a month; was treasurer of the Samwell Athletes and Allies organization; he spearheaded the annual Spring Lake Quad Clean Up; and had a 3.75 GPA majoring in psychology and Latin American Studies. He lived with the rest of his teammates in the soccer house just two doors down from the Haus. He had just asked one Eric Richard Bittle out on a date, and Eric Richard Bittle said yes.

He was literally the boy next door, and Jack Zimmermann could not stand him.

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Persistence

content: Dean feels uncomfortable with the flirting attempts by the cashier at the grocery store, but thankfully Castiel comes to his rescue – though seriously not the way Dean expected.

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Dean really doesn’t like visiting the small grocery store in Lebanon right at the town’s center.

And thankfully most of the time he’s got other options – mainly the big supermarket next to the highway –, but once in a while he’s got no other choice due to time issues or saving gas or whatever else might come up.

And it’s not like the store itself is crappy or something. No, not at all. It may be small, but it’s got everything they need, even Dean’s favorite brand of beer. Hell, they even sell those awesome chocolate brownies you can’t find nearly anywhere anymore!

So yeah, it’s a nice enough store.

But there’s a big problem – the cashier who seems to live in that stupid shop!

At least Dean’s got that impression since she’s always there when he walks through the door, smiling at him so broadly as soon as she spots him as if the only purpose of her life is waiting for Dean to arrive at the store.

Her name is Stacy and she looks like seventeen although she reassured him many times before (by emphasizing Every. Single. Word.) that she’s old enough to drink – while at the same time giggling like she just shared a juicy secret and fluttering her eyelashes in a way she probably thinks seductive. Her flirting attempts are countless, clumsy, awkward and leave Dean highly uncomfortable.

But she never stops.

Dean can’t help admiring her persistence a bit. Not even hints that he could easily be her father age wise made her back off. Dean tried being nice and polite about it and used grumbles and grunts a few weeks later when his maturity hadn’t been very effective, but nothing seems to impress that girl. Every time Dean starts to talk and attempts to make himself clear she simply sighs deeply and gazes into his eyes or checks out his ass, not at all interested in what he has to say.

It’s infuriating.

Even the apocalypse hadn’t been that annoying.

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