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‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her?’

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: April 12th, 2017
Warnings: Shy Bucky. Fluffy Bucky. 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
AN: LOOK WHO FINALLY WAS ABLE TO POST SOMETHING!!! Confession, I have some Jesse McCartney on my playlist–this is one of his songs. I am unashamed to admit that I love this song! I first heard it when I watched Kim Possible So The Drama and have been hooked ever since!

‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her’ : Jesse McCartney (the lyrics will be typed in the fic, but if you wanna listen to it!)

“Bucky!!” (Y/N) squealed followed by loud giggles that echoed throughout the compound. Bucky’s fingers were wiggling as he stalked her around the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. The two of them were playing cat and mouse around the room, as Bucky’s hat was clenched in her hands and being held to her chest. (Y/N)’s giggles were being fought back behind her captured lip as she watched every movement Bucky was making. Deep down she knew he could easily capture her, but Bucky never did. He enjoyed dragging this sort of thing out. 

“Come on, doll, gimme my hat back. Then aaaaallllll this will be over.” His Brooklyn accent seeping through his charming smirk as he slowly began circling her again. 

She giggled and shook her head, “How about a trade? Give me phone back and then I will give you, your hat back.” Her feet moving slowly in circles making sure her back is never towards Bucky. 

“Well, that is what you get for sneaking Snapchat pictures of me with those animated features covering my face!” He chuckled at her, mentally planning his attack, “You turned me into a cat!” Tilting his head at her with a smile, “Then made my head into a cookie! That ain’t cool, darlin.” His smile growing as (Y/N) began laughing again, “Annnnddd let us not forget you did that FaceSwap thing–you put Sam’s face on mine!” Pointing his metal finger at her. 

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Just A Fan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 682

Genre: Angst

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Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

“Next please!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt your heart beating hysterically against your rib cage, your weak legs climbing up the few stairs and kneeling down in front of the desk.

Only when you saw his face did you realize that everything was real. Only then did your realize that you were indeed at the BTS fansign, kneeling in front of the person you thought you would never be able to see in your life.

“Hey cutie, what’s your name?” Still mesmerized by his beauty, you observed every inch of his handsome face, smiling slightly when you saw how he stuck the tip of his tongue out while he signed your album.

“H-Hello, my name is Y/N.”

When he heard your name, he stopped and looked up again, smiling at you with his beautiful gummy smile. “Woah, that’s a beautiful name, just like you!”

Even though you knew that Yoongi liked to flirt with his fans from time to time, hearing those words made you feel warm inside without your control. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you smiled shyly and averted your eyes down at your legs. “T-Thank you..”

Yoongi chuckled at your adorableness and took your hands in between his hands,  intertwining you fingers immediately. “So Y/N, tell me, who is your bias?”

Your head snapped up at that question, eyes widely open staring at his soft ones. “Ehm, I-I ehm..”

You saw how Yoongi’s smile grew wider as he observed your flustered face. Before you could realize what was happening, he let go of your hands and placed his on your cheeks, pulling your face near his before he whispered. “I already figured out, you don’t need to tell me.. It’s a good decision, I’m proud of you.”

The minute he leaned back a little bit, you exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding in, feeling your heartbeat all over your body.

Wait, since when was he so touchy?!

You blinked a few times, not knowing what to do. You had so many questions, why couldn’t you remember any of them?!

“Ah, you’re too cute!” Yoongi reached out for your hands again, placing his chin on them and looking at you with an expression you couldn’t really understand.

Lifting your eyebrows, you asked him hesitantly. “I-Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?”

You tried to take your hand out of his grip in order to check your face but were stopped when Yoongi’s grip tightened. “No, there is nothing on your face. I just realized how beautiful you are..”

Shocked, you looked into his eyes without being able to say something. This was definitely a dream. This couldn’t be real.

Without saying anything, you looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, his warm and soft hands still wrapped around your slightly trembling ones.

Observing your face again, he asked with a calm voice. “What are you thinking about?”

Taking a deep breath, you answered. “I’m just really happy that I was able to fulfill my dream before I-”

Just before you could end your sentence, the staff came to Yoongi’s side, motioning for you to continue moving so that the next fan could talk to him.

Nodding immediately, you started moving away but were stopped when Yoongi tightened his grip around your hands. With a questioning look, you looked at him.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was looking at you with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Before you what?”

Smiling sadly, you squeezed his hand once. “This was my first and last time seeing you Yoongi.. I only have a few months, maybe even few weeks left before I bid my goodbyes to this world..”

Yoongi’s whole body froze, his breath hitching as he felt like his heart stopped beating. “W-What?”

He watched how you replaced your sad smile with a happy one, your eyes never leaving his while you spoke.

“It’s okay, I’m just a fan. You won’t even realize that I’m gone..”

Please// Jeff Atkins

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Growing up with Jeff Atkins was, interesting, so to speak. You’d known the boy since you were in diapers, his house just across the street from yours.

You remember when your parents first introduced you to each other. His chubby hands held two toy cars that caught your attention. You let go of your mother’s leg, cautiously walking out to him.

“Can I pway wif one?” You asked, terrified he would say no.

He nodded, a big smile spread out onto his face. But as you reached out to take it from him, his hand pulled back.

You look back at the boy near tears, your three-year-old self, wanting to throw a tantrum.

“Say pwease” he insisted.

You appeased his request, ignoring the laughter of your parents and ever since that day the two of you were inseparable.

Through all the antics the two of you got into together, he maintained his manners, insisting you say please at any occasion possible. He made it a running joke to throughout the next coming years and when you developed a crush on him, it was one of your favorite inside jokes.

You had been sitting on Jeff’s couch on a Thursday night, texting Zach Dempsey about an upcoming project you both had. Jeff was rambling something about the stats David Ortiz, who he taught you was nicknamed Big Papi, had prior to his Red Sox career as he set up the queue for the movies you were watching that night.

You nodded along absentmindedly, more interested in the conversation you and Zach were having. You had steered away from the topic of bio as the few minutes passed and after some flirting, he was asking you about your relationship status, or more specifically if you and Jeff were a thing.

You were going on a six-year crush on the baseball player, a one-sided crush, which you needed to get over. And unlike Jeff who had a date every other week, you never really established a love interest outside of him. Jeff had filled in as your date to everything, as a friend of course, but once you both made it through a few middle school dances it became a routine.

Just as you came to a conclusion your phone was snatched out of your hands.

“Jefff” you whined as you fought to get your phone back.

“You weren’t even listening to me”

He kept his arm up keeping you at a distance as he scrolled through your texts.

“Let’s see who’s getting all your attention”, he said, a smirk plastered on his face.

You huffed sitting back, placing your legs on his lap watching his face contort into a confused expression.

“Can I have my phone back now?” You asked, clearly annoyed.

“Are you gonna tell him no?” Jeff answered, completely ignoring your request.


“No, like not available, as in not going on a date with him?”

You pursed your lips slightly amused.


“Good for a mo-” he started, halfway to giving your phone back.

“No as in I’m going on a date with him”, you say taking your phone before he could tighten his grip again.

“Why?” Jeff persisted.

“Why not?” You challenged.

This was one of the few times you and Jeff disagreed on something. It rarely happened with anything bigger than what movie you were watching or who got to control the aux cord on the way back from school.

“I don’t like him.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at your childhood friend. Sitting up you adjusted your seat on the couch as he moved closer to you.

“Well now you’re just lying.”

“Y/N, cmon. You’re my date to Winter Formal, AND our parents are already expecting us to go to prom together, don’t ruin it.” He pleaded placing a hand on your leg.

“Glad to know our parents are the sole reason for that. You can go with someone else you know…” you muttered. You crossed your arms over your chest ignoring the pout that was forming on Jeff’s lips.

He sighed as he dropped his head.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t even know why you care so much, you go on dates all the time!”

“Not with you!” He practically shouted.

You stopped looking at your best friend, searching his eyes for any kind of hidden meaning.

“Yeah, I get it. I go on a lot of dates, and I talk to a lot of girls, and I’ve slept with-”

“Don’t need to know that” you interrupted.

He smiled at you, letting out a brief laugh.

“But I like you, I’ve liked you for way too long now and I go out with all those girls because you don’t feel the same way. Which is fine, I just…I guess…I…just wanted you to…not-”

“Not go out with anyone else?” You asked filling in the end of his sentence.

He nodded sheepishly a pink blush now falling onto his cheeks. He avoided your questioning gaze and for the first time, you saw Jeff nervous about his feelings.

“You never asked me”, you said.

You offered him a soft smile as his head snapped back up to see you.

“So yes?” He questioned, clearly trying to hide his excitement.

“I don’t know Atkins, you still haven’t asked me.” You teased.

“Go on a date with me, go on a date with me, go on a date with me” He repeats placing kisses all over your face.

You can’t contain your laughter as he basically tackles you onto your back. He hovers over you waiting for your answer.

You bit your lip and whisper out, “Say please”

A smile spreads wide across his face, reminiscent of the first time he used that phrase. He laughs and nods and then he leans in close to you, his lips just a few inches away from yours.

“Pwease?” He whispers back, mocking your initial response.

You bite your lip before placing a hand on his neck and pulling him down for his lips to meet yours.

And it’s everything you’d hoped for when he melts into you, it’s slow and passionate, and god you waited six years for this.

When he pulls away, he pecks your lips again for good measure and then grabs the remote for the TV from the floor. He settles back into you, taking the position as the big spoon, kissing your cheek again, before pressing play on your first movie of the night.

And as the opening credits begin he leans into your ear and laughs before asking, “how long have you been waiting to use that?”

You giggle and look back at him quickly.

“Too fucking long”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Is something bothering you, McCree?”

McCree quickly averts his gaze, pretending to look down at his phone. “Not at all,” he replies, pretending he hasn’t been caught staring at Hanzo like a lovesick puppy–again. “Little tired after that mission, but that’s about normal.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Hanzo frowning, unconvinced. “No,” he says, “there is something. Tell me.” 

McCree forces himself to maintain a neutral face. He and Hanzo are the only ones on this shuttle, headed back to Gibraltar after a short excursion in London, so there is nowhere to hide and nobody to turn to for help. “Ain’t nothin’ to tell,” he says, a little more forcefully. It’s a bold-faced lie–there’s always something on his mind when he’s with Hanzo–but he’ll just have to hope Hanzo lets it go.

Instead, though, Hanzo sighs heavily. “I know there is something,” he says. “You may not act like it, but there is. I am your friend, McCree. You do not need to hide.”

“Would you just let it go?” McCree snaps, and immediately feels guilty for doing so. “Sometimes a man just doesn’t wanna talk about something. Let it go.”

“So there is.”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“On the contrary, I am almost certain it does.”

McCree’s heart gives an extra-hard thump against his ribs. Has he been that obvious? He always feels like he’s bleeding out his feelings all over the place, ready to be caught at any given moment, but he thought he was hiding it well enough. It was harder during this mission, when it was just the two of them fighting together against their enemies, but still, he thought he had gotten out okay.

Hanzo continues, unaware of McCree’s fears. “I have seen the way you look at me, when you think I cannot see you,” he says softly. “I cannot tell what it means for certain, but …”  He clenches his fists in his lap, then releases, flexing nervously. “Have I done something to upset you?”

McCree’s breath catches in his throat. “No, Hanzo, not at all,” he says. “Probably the opposite.”

“Then what? What about me has you so distressed? I can only think of one other thing that makes you look at me the way you do, and it seems even more unlikely. I only thought of it because Genji mentioned it.”

“Well, I ain’t mad, so what’s the other thing?”

Hanzo’s mouth shuts with a click. He looks embarrassed suddenly, and averts his gaze to somewhere near the floor. 

“He suggested,” he says, through gritted teeth, “that you might have feelings. For me. He was not so delicate when he was suggesting this, but nonetheless.”

McCree’s heart drops to his gut. Damn Genji, the meddling little shit. Now McCree’s in trouble no matter what he says–and he has no idea whether it will be worse to admit it, or continue trying to lie his way out.

But Hanzo’s too astute to lie to, especially when he’s already suspicious, and McCree would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn’t want to admit it.

He forces himself to look up at Hanzo. His gut twists around his heart as he says, as evenly as he can, “And what would you say if I told you that was true? That I like you so much I can’t stop starin’?”

Hanzo breathes in sharply, loud enough to be heard, and snaps his gaze to meet McCree’s. McCree clenches his teeth and pulls up every ounce of willpower he has just to not look away. 

A long, silent moment stretches between them. McCree starts to contemplate the odds of his survival if he throws himself off the shuttle. 

“I suppose,” Hanzo starts, slowly and deliberately, “if that were the case …”

He trails off. He uncrosses his arms and starts to reach across the gap between them, then hesitates, gauging McCree’s reaction. McCree holds perfectly still. 

“I suppose,” Hanzo starts again, as his fingertips curl gently against the back of McCree’s neck, “that if that is true, I might … do this.” He leans in, achingly slowly, eyes locked on McCree’s.

McCree doesn’t move as Hanzo kisses him. His lips are warm and dry, surprisingly soft, gently cradling McCree’s bottom lip in a gesture so light and sweet that it makes McCree’s chest ache. It lasts only a moment before Hanzo draws away, and McCree can see the faintest dusting of pink on his cheekbones.

“I do not mind,” says Hanzo, barely above a whisper, “if that is the reason you watch me.”


Ashton Irwin smut


Word count- 1,400+

Summary- Ash is being distant, so Luke and you make him jealous and he feels really bad about it so he makes it up to you. (This is so emotional, brb crying)


Backstage after a concert was always lively. The adrenaline still pumping and everyone congratulating the boys. A ritual of some sorts. You, being Ashton’s girlfriend were present backstage as well. As soon as they ran off stage you went to Ashton to give him a hug but he just brushed you off saying, “Not now, Y/N. I’m tired”

You were hurt and you felt rejected so you went and sat on the couch in the common dressing room. Now that you really thought about it, Ashton had been acting distant and you couldn’t help but think the worst that some other girl probably had his attention and he was going to break it off with you. You groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“You alright, YN?” You heard the voice of Luke questioning your current, clearly not alright state. “Does it look like I’m alright?” you snapped at him, instantly regretting lashing out since he wasn’t the one you were angry with. “What’s wrong?” he asked sounding genuinely concerned so you let out a heavy sigh and patted the spot next to you on the couch.

He obliged and sat next you, keeping a respectful distance. “It’s Ashton, isn’t it?” he said before you could start. You merely nodded your head before elaborating. “He’s been so distant lately and I can’t even remember the last time we were intimate. He didn’t want to hug me today, for fucks sake. I wouldn’t be surprised if he found someone better. These girls are always throwing themselves at him, I guess its about time.”

“Hey, hey Y/N, don’t say that. He’s crazy about you and I know for a fact he wouldn’t cheat on you. He doesn’t even look at other girls. But you’re right about him being distant. He’s been like that with us as well.” Luke paused to take a breath before looking around the room. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he looked like he just had the greatest idea in the world and it might just have been as he said this, “Let’s make him jealous. That ought to get a reaction out of him.” You nodded your head eagerly and as if on cue, the other three boys walked in the room.

You started laughing loudly causing all of them to look at you confused. “Oh, Lukey, you’re so funny.” you put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. His face contorted into one of understanding as he played along. “Nah, Y/N you’re just flattering me. I guess you’re a sweetheart like that.” He put his hand on your thigh, slightly high for it to be just friendly.

You gauged the reaction of the other boys and Calum and Michael’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets while Ashton didn’t seem really phased. You decided to kick it up a notch and scooted closer to Luke so that your knees were touching now. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Y/N?” Luke asked and that seemed to get Ashton’s attention as his eyes were trained on you. Calum and Michael’s jaws dropped, literally to the floor and you started blushing.

“It’s been a while since anyone’s called me that” as soon as you said that you could’ve sworn a look of guilt flashed across Ashton’s face, but you didn’t drop the act as yet. You wanted Ashton to stop it. Luke reached his hand up to your face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned in closer to Luke and he did as well. You only felt his breath on your lips for a split second before he was practically thrown across the room.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend mate.” Ashton’s voice boomed across the dressing room. He had Luke pinned to the floor and was about to swing a punch before he was caught by Michael and Calum. Luke scrambled out from underneath him and Ashton struggled against his band members grip. “Don’t you dare fucking get close to her again. She’s mine.” Ashton was stern with his words and absolutely did not expect the next words that came out of Luke’s mouth. “Maybe if you hadn’t been acting like a complete dick and taking her for granted, I wouldn’t have.”

At once, he stopped struggling and turned to face you, at the edge of your seat now. “Maybe you guys should leave.” you said and they nodded in understanding and left the room without uttering another word. “Is it true? What Luke said?” Ash asked and walked over to you. You nodded and looked to him. He walked over to you and it was as if his legs gave way as he was on his knees in front of you. “I’m so so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t do it intentionally” he buried his face in your knees and you lightly placed your hands on either side of his face. He looked up at you and you said, “I love you Ash, nothing could ever change my feelings toward you. I just fear that yours are changing.”

He looked crushed, to say the least. “Let me show you how much I love you, Y/N. I want to worship every inch of you.” you feebly nodded and he reached upward to capture your lips in a sweet innocent kiss. The kiss slowly progressed into a needy, emotional one and he found his place on top of you. He detached and you took a deep breath, feeling the lack of oxygen. His lips were on your cheek then your jaw, your neck and kept progressing downward till they were at the waist band of your pants. He pulled them down with ease and began kissing your inner thighs. Feeling hot and bothered, you pulled your t-shirt over your head and discarded it. You felt him smirk against your skin at your eagerness.

“So beautiful” you heard him mutter and he placed an opened mouth kiss over your clit. You squirmed underneath him and he took the band of your panties in his mouth before letting it go causing it snap against your skin. You felt yourself getting damper and let out a low mewl. “Ash, please”

It had been so long and you didn’t know if you could last at all. “No teasing, please” you breathed out and somehow Ashton listened to you. He got off of you for what felt like less than a second as he peeled his sweaty tank top off him and his jeans. You, too, did quick work in ridding yourself of your bra. He pulled your panties off of you and kissed you slowly again. You reached your hand in between the two of you and pushed his boxers down, just enough to grab his ever growing length in your hand and pumping it. Ashton moaned loudly and buried his face in your neck. You rubbed your thumb across the tip and you knew he was rock hard now.

You pushed his boxers down further and used your legs to push it off of him completely. “I love you baby” he breathed into your neck while positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly and you swore you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. It stung slightly but that disappeared once Ash started sucking on your neck, sure to leave a hickey. “So fucking tight” he murmured and you replied with a loud moan. “Fuck, Ash”

His hips moved against yours, rolling them together. Pulling out almost entirely, before thrusting back in. Skin slapping against skin and his moans consumed you. Ashton consumed you. “I’m so in love with you” he half grunted out. “I-I love you Ash” you struggled out. You arched your back so your chest was flush against his. “I’m close” he moaned, scrunching his eyes shut. “Mhmm” you said quietly and the knot in your stomach exploded leading you to scream loudly. “God, Ashton!” you released around him.

He let out a string of curse words when he felt you contract around him. He rode out your high and in a few more thrusts he came inside you. His body went limp and he fell on you. You were exhausted too. “I never want to stop falling for you.” he said looking straight into your eyes. You placed a lingering kiss on his forehead. Ash and you stayed like that, cuddling, talking and what felt like falling in love all over again.

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Constant | Part 6

 Vernon x Reader

3756 words

Synopsis: after attending the wedding, you and Vernon decide to head back to the hotel room

Warnings: smut finally

I update this series every Sunday at 6 pm EST

Part I | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Request: Could you do one where Farriers wife is waiting for him to return home but Collins is the only pilot she sees and he tries to comfort her and he is there for anything she needs. Maybe the end could be different from the movie, you know, Farrier deserved better.

A/N: Feels so good to give Farrier a better ending.


It has been 7 months since you had seen your husband. He had joined the Air Force when he was young, always wanting to serve his country. That’s one of the things that originally attracted you to him. That, and he looked damn good in a uniform.

The Air Force community was very small and close. You knew everyone your husband served with, along with their families. You were closest with Farrier’s partner, Collins. He often came over for dinner before the war started, but it had been a while since you saw him as well.

You were worried.

You knew both your husband and his partner had been called to aid in the evacuation of Dunkirk. The two of them, along with one other person, were supposed to protect the soldiers from the sky.

But who was going to protect them from the Luftwaffe?

Churchill had sent out the call yesterday for the civilian boats to go to Dunkirk. The waters in Dunkirk were too shallow for the destroyers, so they needed smaller boats.

You had heard last night where the boats would be coming in, so you made your way into the town to wait. There were soldiers everywhere, all dejectedly boarding the train. You sent small smiles to the ones you passed, hoping to express your gratitude to them.

You continued to push your way through the crowd, heading towards the docks. You were looking for anyone with an air force uniform when you heard your name called from somewhere ahead of you.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called, causing your head to whip towards the source. You immediately spotted your husbands parter and rushed towards him.

“Thank god you’re alright.” You spoke once you made it to him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Where’s Farrier?” You asked him once you pulled away, looking for your husbands smiling face.

When Collins remained silent, you looked back at him in confusion. There was pain in his eyes, his body standing in front of you stiffly.

“Collins, where is my husband?” You demanded, voice rising ever so slightly with panic.

“My plane went down somewhere in the channel. We had already lost our third plane earlier on, so Farrier was on his own. Last I saw he was heading towards Dunkirk. But.. Y/N, he hardly had any fuel. I don’t think he meant to come back, I think he wanted to do what he could for as long as he could.” His voice was soft, sadness coloring his tone and eyes.

“No.” You whispered, stepping away from him slightly. “NO!” You shouted hysterically, causing those around you to look in shock. “You’re lying! You have to be lying.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He choked out, pulling your shaking form into his arms. Tears were falling from your eyes and soaking his shirt, but neither of you cared. “We don’t know anything for sure. It’s just speculation. Until you’ve heard from the war office, don’t lose hope.”

“I-I can’t… I-”

“Shh.” Collins murmured, rubbing your back gently. “Come on love, let’s get you home. I’ll stay here with you for a few days, alright? Until we know for sure.”

You merely nodded, silently allowing him to lead you back towards your car.

A knock sounded on your door two days later. Thinking it was Collins, you tiredly made your way to the door with bloodshot eyes. You hadn’t really slept in two days, your heart hurt too much to do anything but hold some of Farriers old things as you cried.

“Collins, it’s really not a good-” When you finally glanced at the person, your words stopped abruptly in your throat. It wasn’t Collins.

Your head immediately snapped up, eyes locking with a familiar hazel pair.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, hand going to your mouth in shock. Tears immediately gathered in your eyes, body shaking with suppressed sobs.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart.” Your husband spoke, a small smile on his face. You instantly broke down in tears, repeating his name over and over like a prayer.

He quickly gathered you in his arms, carrying you into the house and closing the door behind him. He held you tightly on the couch as you cried, whispering words of comfort in your ear.

“I thought- I thought you were…” You trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“I know. I know Y/N. I’m sorry I worried you love.” He was stroking you hair then, burying his face in your neck. You finally calmed down a few moments later, pulling yourself away slightly so you could look at him.

“Collins said no one had heard from you. They all thought you went down.” You told him, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. He leant into your touch, closing his eyes in content.

“My spitfire did go down. My fuel gauge had been damaged, I didn’t know how much time I had. But I had to help those boys, even if it meant I myself wasn’t going to make it.” You froze, closing your eyes in pain.

“Even if it meant not coming home to me?” You whispered softly, a tinge of hurt in your voice. Farriers eyes snapped open, taking in your still form and closed eyes.

“But don’t you see?” He asked, shaking you slightly so you’d look at him. “My plane was going down, right towards the enemy. But then your face popped into my head. I heard your voice, I could feel your touch and taste your skin.” He placed one of his hands over yours, the other coming up to brush your hair back. “I ejected out over the water. I swam for hours towards home, all I could think of was getting to you. A boat picked me up later that night. We still picked up some boys from the beaches, that’s what took me so long.”

His voice softened then, his eyes staring intensely into yours.

“You kept me fighting out there. You’re the reason I’m still here, okay? I’m always going to come home to you.” There was an unspoken promise in those words, making your heart melt.

You collapsed into him, kissing him deeply and catching him off guard. He fell back into the couch, you falling on top of him. He chuckled slightly at your eagerness, but he kissed you back just as desperately.

The two of you became a mess of tangled limbs, getting lost in each other’s kiss. There was so much love and happiness radiating off the two of you, months of separation sinking in.

“God I love you.” He spoke in awe, his hands reaching under your shirt to trace his fingers over your skin. His lips kissed down your neck, nipping gently as he went.

“You’ve got 7 months to make up to me. I suggest you stop talking.”

“Yes ma'am.”


Seven Steps to Hell: The Fifth Step.

Series: Prologue | BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Yugyeom | Jinyoung  | Conclusion

Genre: Angst, smut (ish); 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Word Count: 3.0K

Notes: This turned out sadder than I expected, tbh. But enjoy, I guess?

Edit: Moodboard below submitted by @saf0607 (isn’t it pretty??)

Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.

-William R. Alger

You drag yourself to where you know Jaebum’s placed, in a level below the others. You bite your lips as you trudge your way down the staircases, encased by nothing apart from the fluttering light from the torches lining the wall; you often wonder why Lucifer can’t just invest something more modern, but you remember that he’d prefer the creepy vibes he’d achieve with them.

You don’t really want to face Jaebum. Not knowing how much he must be beating himself up for their failure, like he does every other time. By some sort of luck, he’d managed to find himself in a position of responsibility after his creation, hence why he’s now the little leader of the Sins and, as a result…

You sigh, trying to will your eyes to stop stinging. You hate how much he blames himself, but as the Sin of Wrath, he can hardly help but show his frustrations out—it’s a miniature hell of his own, for himself, made by himself.

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It’s a Buck Girl Thing (8/?)

A/N: I’m so sorry for taking this long to update. But hey! It’s here. Thanks to @eve1978 for advising me to split the chapter into two, as otherwise it would be a VERY LENGTHY chapter indeed. So here’s part 8. And because I have more written already, part 9 will be poster either Friday or Saturday. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendo.

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Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You decided to stay and chat for a few more minutes before heading back to your bedroom.

It was quite an exhausting night, physically and emotionally so before you faced your day, maybe there was still a chance of squeezing in some sleep after all?

Your wishes turned out to be a bit short lived when you collided with the mountain of a man that was Steve. His eyes flickered between you and the door of Bucky’s current bedroom. He inhaled a deep breath before finally settling his eyes on you.

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tumblytunes  asked:

How are you so happy and kind and loving all the time? Like please tell me. Most of the time I'm trying not to immediately snap at people after I was cut off from Mary Jane. I really need tips cuz I feel really mean :(

i’ve gotten to a place where i’m very secure with myself & i never let people have that much control over me. I just don’t think it’s always necessary to respond to everyone’s bullshit. You’ll never see me going back and forth with someone about something. I don’t have the time nor the energy for that. Also I don’t feel the need to prove anything. I know me. You have to understand that people are always going to have an opinion about something, so if i sat and tried to please other people i’d drive myself crazy. Besides… what people think about me doesn’t alter how I feel about myself. If someone has something negative to say to me, about me or around me I remove them from my space. Never let anyone raise or lower your vibrations without your permission.

find your chill.

The River

Jughead Jones x Reader

Sweetwater River. Everyone had stopped visiting the river, due to the Jason Blossom shit. The once pure and comforting river is now full of secrets. The rushing water holds a meaning for each person in town. Most a terrible reminder of Jason, but for me, it holds a good one.

Sweetwater River is a place no one goes beside me. Just me and my thought alone. I seem to be alone often nowadays. One day I was laughing with Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead. Then the next, everyone hated me somehow. No more girls nights. No more listening to Archie’s songs. No more Pops. All thanks to Jughead.

I whipped my head around as I heard footsteps in the distance. Considering Jason was murdered around here and his killer hasn’t been caught, this wasn’t the safest location. I carefully walked, making sure to be aware of my surroundings. Picking up a rock, I turned a corner holding the rock up for defense. I saw a figure crouching down, back turned to me. Swinging my arm back to throw, I inched closer.

“Jughead?” I question upon seeing the familiar beanie, my arm dropped to my side. His green eyes widened, clearly, he thought he was the only one by the River. It makes sense that he’s here. He has told me on many occasions about his investigations before.

“Y/n” He sighed. Jughead walked closer to me “What are you doing here?”

“I was watching the River. As I always do. You remember, don’t you” The last sentence laced with venom, paired with a glare.

~Flashback to before Jason was murdered~
The bell for the 2nd period ended and (Y/n) walked over to Jughead, spring in their step. The green-eyed boy smiled once he saw (Y/n) approach him while he unlocked his locker.

“Jug, me and you are going to the river after school.” They said with confidence before walking to 3rd period
Jughead waited outside the school, leaning on the back of the school, one foot propped up against the wall. (Y/n) came up to him, waving.

“Hey, let’s go to Sweetwater.” They said grabbing the boy’s hand and dragged down a path that leads to a nice place by the water to sit. They sat down making small talk and Jughead contribution his sarcastic humor.

“I don’t know if I could survive in this town without you, Juggie. I swear Riverdale’s cursed.”

“Well I’m glad someone cares about me,” he said in his signature tone but his eyes showed that he was thankful for the comment.

“Really, Your dry and witty humor get me through math class. Besides getting yelled at to stop talking to each other almost every day.”

Jughead nodded his head and turned out to look at the running water. He picked up a stone, feeling how smooth it was. Standing up, he skipped the rock across the river.

They both sat there until Jughead broke the silence, “Why’d we come here”

(Y/n) thought a moment before responding, “I come here when I’m sad or whatever. I just wanted you to know this place too.”
(Y/n) turned over and stared into Jugs eyes until his face inched closer and their lips met.
“Jughead!” (Y/n) yelled the next day, having been ignored all day.
“What.” he snapped not making eye contact.
“Are we going to talk about yesterday?” No response.
“I guess not.” (Y/n) said stomping off.

~Flashback End~
“Of course I remember, you’re my best friend,” Jughead stated.

“Best friends don’t ignore each other for months and convince everyone to hate them all at once, Jughead.”

“That’s not true, (Y/n). You know it isn’t.”

“Oh really? Care to explain why everyone hates me now?” I snapped “Reggie is literally the only one who gives a damn about me, and we weren’t even good friends.”

“(Y/n) please.” Jughead pleaded

“Jug, I swear to God the next word out of your mouth better be an explanation,” I said sternly, my eyes piercing daggers at him.

He sighed and looked at the floor, avid not to give an answer.
“Oh, I know! You kissed me and realized you liked Betty better, which is fine until you decide to ignore me because you can’t be a fucking man and then, you somehow get all my friends to HATE me, Jughead.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen, it’s just Betty..”
“Jughead, this isn’t about Betty in the slightest.”
I looked down to the ground not letting the former friend that has seen me cry so many time see my tears this once.

“Goodbye, Jughead.” I ran off as far as my legs would take me, happening upon an open spot with a view to Sweetwater River. Letting the waves calm me, I leaned against a tree, crying over the person I loved more than anything.

anonymous asked:

Any chance you could do a Davey (best friend but both are crushing) finding the reader on the street, v sick and freezing, and starving passed out and taking care of her confessing his feelings? Thank!!

‘He’s going to be so mad if I don’t get home on time…’ You thought, attempting to trudge through the streets of lower Manhattan. Your father always got angry if you were out selling too late. Someone had given you a tip about a new selling spot on the West Side. Stupidly, you went along with it, and there were plenty of other kids there. So, you only managed to sell twenty-three out of seventy-five. Great. It was starting to get dark, so you reckoned it you only had about an hour left before they stopped buying back. The once bare ground was full of snow. Everything was blurring. The trek to get from the World to upper West Side, was something you weren’t used to. Some of the buildings were closing their doors for the night, the merchants leaving before the blizzard picked up, leaving nowhere for you to go inside and warm up. Late November was really tough ‘round here. Snow built up around your feet and started to weigh you down and seep through your shoes, rendering your socks wet. Your dad would not be happy if this weather made your cold worse.

At some point, you had dragged yourself over to a street corner, throwing yourself against the wall. Halfheartedly, you tried to dig a hole around yourself in the snow, to keep as much of it as possible to keep yourself warmer. It was fruitless. The snow kept coming down. You pulled your knees up to your chest and tried to use some papers to block out the snow, but the got soggy fast. It could’ve been hours, or minutes on that empty street before you could here footsteps passing by. You made yourself as small as you could, in case it was someone violent, or something like that.


That voice was the last one you expected to hear. “Y-Yeah,” you croaked. You opened your mouth to say more, but all that came out was half a dozen harsh coughs. In an instant, the voice, Davey Jacobs, was by your side. You had never wanted him to see you like this. Sick, and dirty, and cold, sitting on the ground, cover in snow.

“Jesus, (Name)… We’ve-we’ve gotta get you home. How long have you been out here?” The words flew from Davey’s mouth a mile a minute. He didn’t wait for you to answer before he scooped you up, your head lulling onto his shoulder. He was so warm. The sides of his coat were wrapped quickly around your sides. “Let’s go somewhere warmer, alright?” Davey whispered. You tried to nod, but it was barely there. He held you tight. You felt loved.

Davey walked quickly, looking for a building that was still open. After a few moments, he located a cafe. Large, and full of books. It was remotely empty. Seemed as good a choice as any. The tall boy pushed the door open with his foot, triggering the small bell on the door to jingle. He sat you down on the first chair he noticed. Immediately, Davey yanked his jacket off his shoulders, and put it around you. His long hands were placed on your arms, rubbing them up and down, trying to generate as much warmth as he could. “What happened?” He asked.

You tried to think back through your wild ordeal. “Comin’ back from up West. G-Got lost.” Your teeth chattered as you spoke. The jacket, it was brown, smelled like Davey. He had this constant smell of warm bread and spearmint. It was on of your favorite things about him. You were snapped out of that nice thought with another loud cough. “Ow…” you muttered, placing a weak hand over your chest. You could hear a slight wheeze crackling in your chest. “Davey, I gotta get h-home. Dad’s gonna be angry. I'se suppose to be ho—”

Davey shushed you and took your free hand in his. “You’re not going anywhere yet. I’ll take you back to mine until your feeling better. You were already sick, and I just can’t stand to see you hurt like this,” he shook his head. “I didn’t see you all day and… Jesus…” his other hand pulled his cap off and ran through his hair. “I was worried about you.”

“About me?” You asked. Davey was a worrier, but this seemed different, softer.

“About… You. Yes. I don’t know what I’d do if you… If something happened.”

You bit your lip for a second. All the shaking had stopped a bit by now. “Davey?” He didn’t answer you, he just pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Don’t scare me like that anymore. I like you too much.” He said. The soft smile on his lips said even more, though.

anonymous asked:

mmkay let it out what's your thoughts on the new doctor who

Originally posted by findreactions

- Okay so right off the bat??? It took me less than five minutes to fall in love with Bill holy SHIT

- Like I could tell from her original preview that I was gonna like her but!!! She’s fantastic!!!!

- 12 playing the electric guitar at any given time is a strong weakness of mine

- The Doctor…has pictures…of Susan and River on his desk…I am…beyond deceased

- Okay like literally every single incarnation of the Doctor fits the aesthetic of ‘eccentric professor who gives no fucks but also ends up teaching very memorable classes’ perfectly but like. I’m so glad Capaldi is the one that gets to FULLFILL that omg.

- “You shouldn’t be in my class you aren’t a student here”

- “I know but I’m like really gay and accidentally made my crush fat because I can’t function properly”

- “Valid points, I need to teach you everything I know.”

- What…is in…that Goddamn vault.

- “Doctor What?” you know that killed him just a little inside

- She got him a freaking carpet for Christmas??? amaze

- Also just the fact that she spent Christmas with him??? You’re not crying I am

- 12: “I’m a cold hearted lone wolf I’m here to do my job I don’t care about anyone no one can crack me-”

- Bill: “Yeah my mom died when I was a baby and I have no pictures of her it makes me very sad”

- 12: *internally screaming, eye twitching, frantically grabbing a camera and sprinting into the TARDIS, shouting* “I aM a CoLd HeArTeD lOnE wOlF i’M hErE tO dO mY jOb I dOnT cArE aBoUt ANYONE-”

- seriously that was so sweet I almost cried???

- LMAO when she said “You’ve apparently been teaching here for 70 years” and he was like “You’re thinking, ‘he doesn’t look old enough’ “ and she said no. HIS FACE 😂

- “One time you were supposed to give a lecture on physics but you started ranting about poetry” “They’re the same thing.”

- Like they did a weird job with the Heather girl??? I ultimately felt bad for her but she was like shady right from the start it was strange

- Like every time Bill was around her I was like “honey reel in your thirst just far enough to realize this situation has me nervous” omfg

- w h a t  i s  i n  t h e  v a u l t

- Am I like…the only person who doesn’t like Nardole? I never have tbh he just feels shoved in there

- Like his whole spiel about wanting to make sure the Doctor’s dealing with River’s death okay at the end of the Christmas special was sweet but like??? He feels out of place and hasn’t properly done anything yet???? Idk it feels like someone inserting an oc into their fanfic re-write of the show but not knowing how the oc can actually effect the plot

- The Doctor has been a college professor for at least 70 years like…is the TARDIS okay? I can’t imagine she enjoys being parked in his office or the ‘out of order’ sign omg

- Yes, yes I am worrying about a sentient machine’s feelings leave me alone

- “I see my face all the time- never liked it, it’s all over the place, having expressions when I’m trying to be enigmatic.” MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

- “Why are you running like a penguin with his ass on fire”

- When she asked the Doctor if he knew about sci-fi. A++

- He was so swept up in figuring it out before he snapped back and was like nEVER MIND SWEET CHILD PLEASE GO AWAY ITS PROBABLY JSUT WATER lmao

- Can we as a society please stop setting creepy moments in fiction in bathrooms??? Like I’m fucking over it

- And honestly??? I’m so PISSED about the thing in the shower drain holy shit after years of having issues with drains because of “it” and I finally start fucking getting over that only for Doctor Who to do this to me??? Why does this show always know my deepest paranoia shit and use it only briefly like WHY

- Anyway,

- Bill’s reaction to the TARDIS was HILARIOUS

- “What happened to the doors though did you run out of money?” LMAO


- I lost it when they ended up in Australia omfg that was good tegan screaming in the distance


- “You’re…the first person to mention that…?” I WAS SCREAMING

- yelling ‘shark attack’ in a restaurant and it actually works? okay

- Why does Capaldi’s Doctor have such a penchant for traveling to the literal end of the universe??? This is the third or fourth time he’s gone there omfg

- Like he’s always like “no one will find us here” but like at this point? End of the universe would be the first place I’d check for him? lol

- 12 looked so proud of himself when he was called ‘silly’!!!! I’m so happy for him it’s a relief he’s out of the emo ‘what kind of man am I’ phase





- on a mildly related note: Nardole running around trying to sonic things and quietly screaming was THE MOST ME THING I’VE EVER SEEN ON TV

- I do shit with that exact attitude all the fucking time you don’t even understand I was looking in a mirror it was hilarious

- So question: Since when is the Dalek’s laser “the hottest fire in the universe”? Is that an already established thing I forgot about or like…did they just want an excuse to show the Daleks? lol

- so Creepy Water Demon Girl was chasing them through time and space solely because she thinks Bill is hot?

- R E L A T A B L E

- When Bill asked the Doctor how he’d feel if someone erased his memories and a slightly warped version of Clara’s theme music started playing??? I stabbed myself that was UNCALLED for I was NOT READY

- When the Doctor was having Internal Struggles™ and he told the pictures of Susan and River to shut up and then the TARDIS started making noises at him and he was clearly getting emotionally ganged up on I was YELLING that was so funny lmao

- Why was he so against travelling??? Why the same school for 70 years??? WHAT’S IN THE VAULT??? Who did he promise????

- The whole ending scene when he was inviting Bill on the TARDIS- idk I just really liked it?

- The lighting behind him from the ship, the mini speech, the music playing in the background??? I really dug it omg


- But no yes I???? Really freaking enjoyed the episode. Like it’s obviously not the best of the series or anything but I think it was a great opener and now I’m even more pumped for the rest of the season I’m so hype I can’t handle it omfg!!!!

everything is lost

GENRE:    angst, make-up
WORDS:    1512
SUMMARY:  robert confronts aaron over his comments

i thought this was ooc for ever but oh WELL (thanks for your help, @beautifulhigh​!

Robert’s angry.

Their bedroom is a mess, clothes strewn about the floor, the bed covers half hanging off. It should be comforting, usually makes Robert feel the press of love behind his breastbone. Now it just infuriates him. He wants to break something, cause some damage, and clenches his hands into fists. He can’t do it, can’t give in to his rage, not when he’s trying so hard to be better.

For what, he thinks nastily, sitting on the edge of the bed. It’s Aaron’s side, his wet towel sitting in a puddle on the floor. Robert grits his teeth, hates it anyway, but now - now he just wants to tear it to shreds.

There’s footsteps on the stairs and the hair on the back of Robert’s neck stands on end. Aaron, then.

Dropping his head into his hands, Robert tries to keep his anger in check. He doesn’t want to lash out, not now, not when he’s supposed to be strong.

“Wondered where you’d got to.” Aaron says it lightly, like everything’s fine.

“Wanted to be on my own.”

Aaron doesn’t get the hint, comes into the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. “Think Liv’s feeling better.”

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Spy Universe - Woozi

Anon requested Hacker! Woozi reacting to meeting the reader while working on his job. I was so inspired! Possibly willing to write more of this style of thing, so send request if you want!

EDIT: now we have a whole spy universe 

Jihoon glares at the pixels on his screen, crackling voices coming to him through the ear piece that he has popped halfway out of his ear so that he can hear the soft music playing in the background.

He thought there was no way this mission could go wrong. But now…

Well, even with his expert hacking work on the near impenetrable computer system of the house the team has just infiltrated, and even with the flawless plan the constructed in advance, they might not be able to get this right and extract what they want in time.

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Theory/what if

So My theory is kinda like a what if and a story but blah.

So what if after the video (Bio Inc. remepmtion 4) Doc has finally snapped outta anti control and realise all the things he’s said. Since he is a 💯% real doc and has saved many life besides from Peter… he couldn’t understand why he’d kill these two. (My ass and Vhis Motherfucker.)  He thinks over it for awhile then comes to the conclusion that He back.

Goes to Jack’s place to warn him not to go to the doctors. But its too late wishuu tell the doc that Jack has booked an appointment since he hasn’t been feeling to well. He goes back home and calls Jack but to he’s surprise Jack doesn’t answer it Anti. “Hello Doc heard you try to save Jack but it's​ too late.“ Due the power of glitch he regains control of the doc. “anyway you have an appointment later at noon. Your objective tremmiate Jack.”

Possibility Days (part 2)

The days that pass are as warm, maybe even warmer than the ones before. Castiel’s biggest concerns are keeping Claire happy and not too warm, making sure she has enough sunscreen on when she goes outside and keeping her inflatable swimming pool in the backyard cool.

Gabriel has given Castiel his car again, for a week now since he’s on a holiday and he insisted on Cas borrowing it. Some people might take it out on dangerous, far car rides, showing off the vehicle to whoever is interested in such a car, but Castiel only uses it for the essential trips.

He uses it as little as often, the heat keeping him from going to the stores more often. When it’s impossible to ignore the need of food, he takes Claire with him towards the store, listening to her chattering about this series about mermaids and how she wishes she’d be a mermaid.

He answers seriously, about how difficult being a mermaid would be, but that he is sure she’d be an amazing one.

In the supermarket, Claire climbs into the cart right away and stands up, pointing in the way she wants her father to go.

“That way to the ice cream!”

“I know,” Castiel says as he steers towards the fruit. “But we need some other food first. We’ll get ice cream at last so it won’t melt.”

He tries to make his way through the store as fast as possible, but a lot of people decided now was a good time to do groceries. By the time he stands at the cash register, he gives the grumpy teen behind the register a tired smile, which is completely ignored.

Claire still chatters along as she helps to put the groceries in the bag, keeping the ice cream out purposely. Castiel pays, pushes his cart through and trying to maneuver it in the right direction. Stress is piling up on his shoulders, the cold from the store chilling his bare arms as people stand in the way, a child crying in the distance and an old woman complaining about Castiel not hurrying up. Claire whimpers.

“Daddy, help, I can’t open the box!”

“One moment, Claire, please I just-” He stuffs the box of cereal in the bag, his other hand still holding his wallet. Claire begins sniffling softly. Castiel never gets angry at her, but he gives her one of his stern looks now.

“But I want-”

Cas lifts Claire from the cart with the hand holding his wallet, lifts the bag up and pushes the cart to its place with his knee.

Just as he wants to put Claire down and open the ice cream’s box, the bag’s handle snaps. Groceries roll around all over the floor, Claire squeals and grips tight on Castiel’s neck, and he wonders why everything has to go wrong. At least there aren’t many people in this area, but he still feels embarrassment clouding his thoughts.

“Help me please, will you, Claire?” He asks and puts her down on the floor. He tugs his wallet away and starts gathering groceries as fast as he can.

“Here.” A familiar, gentle voice sounds from aside. Castiel looks to see someone knelt next to him, holding out the box of Moana cereal. Castiel’s heart skips a beat.

“Dean,” he says, surprised, “Eh- Hello.” He takes the box from Dean’s hand and puts it in the bag. “Thank you.” He feels a blush creep on his cheeks.

“Hiya Cas- Hiya Claire,” the other greets with a smile. “Those damn grocery bags, huh?”

“I got ice cream!” Claire squeals excitedly and holds up the box.

“You’re one lucky girl,” Dean smiles at her and she gives him her biggest grin.

Dean puts in the last sack of apples and gets up. He holds his hand out to Castiel, and though he could get up himself, Castiel takes it thankfully. Their hands aren’t as sticky as the last time they met and Cas can feel the strong roughness of Dean’s skin, the skin of someone working with his hands a lot.

Castiel misses the feeling immediately when they let go.

“You seem to meet me at the most inconvenient times.” Cas half-apologizes. “And you seem to save me every time.”

Dean laughs happily. He’s only holding a few groceries under his arm, keys dangling on his fingers and those same sunglasses tugged in his messy hair.

“I hope you don’t mind.” He says, and for some reason, he looks a bit shy as he speaks. “But it’s my pleasure.”

Claire tugs at Castiel’s shirt.


Cas takes the box of ice cream and rips it open, gives her an ice cream and looks up at Dean.

“At least accept this gesture of gratitude.” He holds the box up to Dean.

“Well,” Dean gives Claire a knowing look. “Who could say no to that?”

They sit outside in the shadow, the groceries tugged between Cas and Dean’s legs. Claire is finally quiet, licking her ice cream happily. Dean put his sunglasses back on and Castiel can’t stop looking at him.

It’s unfair, how handsome this man is. He wouldn’t be so flustered about the way they met, Cas being a total mess and Dean being a savior, if Dean wouldn’t be so good-looking. If he’d even have a chance at something with this man, he already screwed it up. Twice.

Dean doesn’t seem to care, though, leaning back against the tree and humming softly.

“You’re really a lucky girl, Claire, with a father like this.” He nudges Castiel with his elbow.

“Oh,” Cas says flustered, “it’s nothing, honestly-”

Dean raises his eyebrows above his sunglasses.

“None of that.” He takes a satisfying bite from his ice cream cone. Castiel doesn’t know how to posture himself, so he wipes a bit of chocolate from Claire’s cheek and checks her dress on any spots.

It’s peaceful, though, sitting there with Claire and Dean, as if they did it before.

Claire tells Dean about the things only children tell to strangers; her swimming pool and about wanting to become a mermaid. She even asks if Dean would want to be a mermaid.

Dean laughs at that, finishing his ice cream while Claire is only halfway.

“Actually, I don’t think so.” He frowns as if he’s really thinking about it. “Mermaids can’t eat burgers and I love burgers.”

“Daddy loves burgers too,” Claire nods, understanding, and the two men share a smile.

When Claire finally finishes her ice cream, they get up and Cas carefully lifts the bag.

“Let me,” Dean asks more than he offers it, and before Castiel can protest, Dean is carrying the bag in both arms. Claire guides him towards the car, her hand in Castiel’s.

Dean easily puts the bag down into the car’s backseat and wipes his hands on his jeans.

“Don’t thank me,” he says as Cas opens his mouth. “It’s fine, honestly.”

Castiel wonders, suddenly, if he’ll see Dean again. It can’t be that faith would make them meet up accidentally for the third time. But he knows that he is dying to see Dean again. There’s something about him that he can’t let go. Maybe it’s the smile, or the way his hair stands up in a messy tuft, or his freckles, or his charming way of talking, or everything, but Cas doesn’t want to say goodbye.

He hesitates and so does Dean. Claire doesn’t even notice and climbs into the shotgun seat.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again,” Castiel says eventually.

“It sure was. Thanks for the ice cream.” Dean smiles, patting his hands on his jeans again. “I uh- well, see you around, then.”

Castiel wishes he could believe that.

“Yeah, I- I hope so.” He admits and his entire face is burning at the confession. But Dean’s face lights up.

“Wait,” he reaches over the Cabrio’s door and grabs the Moana cereal. From his pocket, he takes a pen and scribbles something down on the box. Without showing Cas, he puts the box back.

“Gimme a call, if you want,” Dean explains. “Just… whenever.”

Castiel promises he will, and looks after Dean as he walks away.

Once in the car, he closes his eyes, head resting back. It’d been years since he felt something close to this, getting that excited jump in his chest when he thought about someone. Sure he’d been with a few people, but this… He pulls himself back to reality and starts the car. On their way back, Cas tried to keep his attention to Claire’s stories, but he kept getting distracted by the idea of Dean’s number written on the cereal box.

Shield (Tianshan Week: Day Four)

Title: Warmth

Summary: It was night time. It was dark. It was cold. And, this time it was Mo Guan Shan that gave his jacket away. 

Rating: T

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Mo Guan Shan couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when it became an unspoken rule that He Tian would walk him back home after spending time at the black-haired boy’s house.

And, this little fact annoyed him. A lot.

Having He Tian walk him home had become a daily occurrence, and the transition into this routine had been as smooth as butter. Most days of his consisted of going back to He Tian’s place for one reason or another, mostly to cook them food, and by the time he would decide to leave the sky was shaded in a dark blue and countless stars dotted the sky.

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BTS Reacts to Someone Hitting On You

Hey guys! So, here’s the second part to this reaction. I was kind of exhausted last night, so I didn’t get a chance to finish this until now. I hope you enjoy! (AS ALWAYS, I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE GIFS OR PICTURES, I FOUND THEM ON GOOGLE!)

Reaction: You go out to a club with all of the guys. Your date leaves you alone for a moment to go get you both drinks, but a guy comes up and tries to flirt with you.

1. Jin

      So, while Jin is a mother figure, he also has a definite temper that we tend to forget about. Jin would casually walk back over to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. He would probably give the guy a look, and while his face isn’t really that intimidating, his height and build certainly are. 

     If the guy chose to stay or tried to say something, he would probably get annoyed. He would turn to the guy, probably appearing super intimidating.

     “Sorry, but my princess doesn’t talk to peasants,” He would snap, pulling you away to go rejoin the others. 

2. Suga (because we all know he hates large groups of people)

     In all honesty, it was extremely difficult to convince him to come in the first place. He would probably be irritable considering all the people around, so when a guy approached you, he would be all over him. He would come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder, glaring at him. This would be enough to send most men running, feeling as if their death is imminent. If the guy tried to say anything, Suga would turn savage. 

     “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I’m pretty sure your bitchy attitude is louder than the music,” his voice would be in typical Suga form, catching the guy off guard and Suga leads you both out of the club, done with the place. 

3. J-Hope

     J-Hope would probably end up waiting to see how you react. The moment you look uncomfortable, he would walk up to you, acting all cutesy and Hobish. He would pull you close and try to get you to dance with him, ignoring the guy completely. He would lean forward and give you a small peck on the lips. If the guy confronted him, his mood would switch really fast.

     “I’m sorry, but I’m a bit busy at the moment. You see, my girlfriend is here to have fun with my friends and I, so I’d rather you leave us alone,” his voice would get lower and get close to a growl before he turned to grin at you. He would drag you to the dance floor for more dancing, ignoring the guy again. 

4. Rap Monster

     We all know that Rapmon is definitely the jealous type. He would be angry almost instantly, but he would control his irritation. He would completely ignore the guy. Instead, he would just pull you close and press a small kiss to your mouth. If the guy tried to confront him, he would just turn and look at him, probably towering over him. He would probably look intimidating (the guy wouldn’t know that this large man is actually a large clumsy man) and the guy would probably just back off.

     “Men should know better than to try to treat a woman like that. You’re so much better than what someone like him can offer,” Rapmon would say, pulling you against him.

5. Jimin

     While Jimin is an extremely fluffy human for the most part, he definitely strikes me as the protective type. He would walk up and hand you your drink, eyeing the guy up. He would try to keep the exchange civil, not wanting to fight if it could be avoided. If the guy tried to start something with him, Jimin would definitely end it.

     “Look, in the end, she’s coming home with me tonight. You really don’t stand a chance,” Jimin’s tone wouldn’t change but there’s defnitely a level of savagery there. He would lead you back to the guys, feeling pretty proud of himself. 

6. V

     V would probably try to give the impression that he doesn’t know what’s going on, but he understands completely. He would come up to you, acting all cute, like the little extra bastard he is. If the guy tried to confront him, on stage V would come out. His voice would lower and a glare would come out.

     “My jagi doesn’t need to talk to you. She has me, so that makes you second rate,” V wouldn’t wait for a response, instead just leading you over to the guys with a smug smile on his face. 

7. Jungkook (I couldn’t resist the gif!)

     Jungkook, considering he’s an over competitive little shit, would definitely be over there in an instant. He would glare at the guy, his expression probably livid. If the guy chooses to poke the bear, Jungkook would be the most likely to get physical. He would grab the guy by the collar and drag him closer.

     “I believe that she has already told you no. She shouldn’t have to say it again,” his voice would be as dark as his expression as he lets the guy go. He would take your hand and pull you to the dance floor, needing to blow off some steam.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!