so well written; and their relationship makes me wanna throw up


As it’s coming up to Valentine’s day I thought I would put a rec together of all my favourite Valentine’s themed fics!

Hope you enjoy, and remember as always, make sure you check rating, tags and warnings on all fics!

Always (1/1 | 1,066 | Not Rated)

Derek’s in love with Stiles but thinks he’s about to lose him. Stiles was never going to let Derek go in the first place. Fluff ensues.

Sometimes love is an obligation to your grandmother (1/1 | 6,982 | Rated M)

Dearest Derek,

Welcome to your 21st year! As per the wonderful tradition of the house of Hale, you will be attending some of the best places to be single that Beacon Hills has to offer today. First, it’s to the Coffee Shop on Main where you will get two lemon zest chocolate chip muffins. Listen to me very carefully, I’m going to ease you into the way this works. Buy two muffins, but you’re only going to eat one. Find someone cute to give the second one to…

The letter went on, but Derek was staring at it in horror, unable to process how terrible that sounded in just the first paragraph. Today was going to suck.


Or: Derek’s grandmother relishes setting her single grandchildren up on Valentine’s Day. Only, less ‘setting up’ and more ‘forcing them to run a singles-only scavenger hunt where the prize is love or at least sex’.

Derek never wins. Derek never WANTS TO win.

Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars (1/1 | 5,631 | Not Rated)

“It was a true love spell,” he admits quietly. “It was supposed to help me find my true love. And apparently I suck at magic as much as I suck at dating because I screwed this up too.”


In which Stiles’ Valentine’s Day love spell goes very wrong.

Or perhaps very right.

Valentine’s strike (2/2 | 6,015 | PG-13)

Stiles hates Valentines Day. It was the bane of his existance. But he’s home for the 'holiday’ and has nothing to do since everyone he knows is busy. Except Derek, Derek is the only one alone as him.


The five times Derek and Stiles date by accident and the one time one of them actually ask.

Thank Jackson for me (1/1 | 3,187 | PG-13)

Derek keeps asking the wrong kind of questions.

Hot for Teacher(’s Aide) (1/1 | 8,050 | PG-13)

“He invited you to his apartment.”

“To do a lesson plan.”

“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.

“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

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The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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ive never written anything w this relationship so i am pleased as punch and kinda wanna live in this world for a little while so i might post more

words: 2k

warnings: parent death ment

feat: everybody except scott and thor. i’ll probably find some way to work them in though.

a/n: bucky’s gonna b a bit of an ass

You were practically jumping up and down in the elevator because of how excited you were as the doors slid open. It’d been almost 6 months since you’d last seen Tony which was without a doubt the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing him in your life. Things had become chaotic in your life and his but the two of you still talked on a regular basis. You were his one sense of stability at this point in his life and he had proven time and time again that he would do anything to keep you safe.

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Less Than 100 Kudos Fic Reclist

I’m getting real salty and tired of seeing reclists always, and I mean ALWAYS, showcasing fics that already get plenty of attention. Do these writers deserve it? Yes, of course, their fics are on a reclist for a reason to begin with, but what about the peeps that are already sifting through the crumbs? The ones that always get left out?

So, I decided: how about a reclist that only has fics with lower kudos counts that are also really good? How about making people that don’t normally get to feel special, special?

Thus from the fires of spite and salt, this was created! I’ll be updating it every once in awhile, and recs from other peeps are always wanted. For now, here’s a few.

(And for people that have been keeping up with my whinging today, I won’t be putting up any of my fic. GASP. Here she was, bitching about not getting put on reclists and she won’t even put herself on a reclist? Yep. Deal with it, I guess? I may bitch about not being noticed as much as my validation-starved ass wants to be, but most of my fic are over 100 kudos. I won’t throw myself where I don’t belong. Well… okay, maybe one or two, but just so I can include a middle finger emoji directed at certain fic rec list creators for making me feel unwanted and unnecessary and unskilled because of their fucking reclists. What can I say! I’m salty!)*


*I will be including a few fics over 100 kudos that I think deserve more recognition as well, because fuck you I can break my own rules

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To all the new followers and people who liked/read my superbat drabble: You are awesome <3

Anyway, have a continuation? I’m a sucker for reactions

Clark Joseph Kent, I cannot believe you bothered to show up to work!!

“Um. H-Hi, Lois.”

Gah!! I could just-!” While Lois pantomimed strangling the soul right out of his body, Clark adjusted his glasses and tried to not listen too much to the whispering.

Who was he kidding, he was both ‘curious and obscenely nosy’, as Bruce liked to put it.

“Braver than he looks, if that’s real-

Actually sleeping with Batman, holy shit-

“How did Batman pick that up? I’m surprised Clark didn’t faint at the sight of the Bat.

“-cannot believe we spent all these years one cubicle from each other, and you have the audacity to keep something like this from me- hello? Clark?!” Lois snapped her fingers impatiently, and Clark blinked several times.

“Sorry. Spaced out.” Lois pinched the bridge of her nose. She breathed very slowly.

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anonymous asked:

i don't wanna let the dean-banging-random-chicks thing bother me but yet it does /sigh/

Hey there! :)

In all honesty, I haven’t consistently watched the show since the end of season 9, so at this point I’m detached from canon to the point where I’m just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whenever something like that happens. I guess it’s like that when you’ve been living in fanon world for this long. :p

However I do remember a time when this was upsetting to me as well, so I’d say that an earlier version of me can definitely relate.

But when taking a step back and really looking at it: Dean/random woman number 23 don’t have 64.208 stories written about them on a popular online platform. Dean/random woman number 17 never won an award for best chemistry because fans cared so much that they were determined to make it happen. Dean/random woman number 9 didn’t inspire tons of fanart, or cosplays, or friendships formed between fans from all across the globe over the story of them. Dean/random woman number 18 didn’t have a slow burn love story (including all of the classical tropes of romance) developing between them that’s been 8 years in the making, to the point where people love to speculate about it in what little spare time they have when not going to classes or picking up the kids from kindergarten or working that boring office job.

Don’t get me wrong, character development is very important to me, and even if I’m looking at it from the point of view of someone who is not a shipper (which I can, after not actively watching the show for 3 years) I get why it’s frustrating that they keep playing this card with Dean, always one step forward, two steps back. He’s still where he was at 10 years ago, using alcohol and meaningless sex as a coping mechanism instead of finding healthier ways. But at the same time, that’s all it is; a coping mechanism.

I haven’t watched this week’s episode, but from what I’ve been told Dean’s hookup doesn’t even have any real lines except for introducing herself, and she’s completely irrelevant to the plot because that is how little even the writers care about the random fling that they’re throwing in there, they don’t even care enough to make it a one/two episode arc that at least still makes you feel something, like for example with Sam/Sarah.

And in that you have your answer; Whenever a random hookup pops up, everyone in the Destiel corner of the fandom deals with it differently; some get angry, some are (like me) numb to it after 12 seasons of the same nonsense, some come up with great meta to turn it into something less aggravating. But at the end of the day, I can only say this: There is nothing to get angry about. There isn’t even a pressing need to meta anything away, per se.

In the end, the stories that matter, they matter because we care enough about them to ensure that they’ll be spread and remembered for years to come. As fans we decide which ones remain relevant and which ones will be forgotten within a matter of weeks. 

The relationships we’ll remember (and that the show will be remembered for) are the ones fleshed out, the ones that actually mean something. And that’s what counts, so don’t let something like this get you down. ♡

Who’s this?

A/N: This is the first backstory to my series imagine rewrite (I really gotta think of a better name for this). It could also just be taken as a one-shot, whichever floats your boat.

Dean’s age-12

Sam’s age-8

Reader’s age-newborn baby

Middle & bottom gif is from google search

Originally posted by campbellsaunders

“Boys stay in the car for another minute, there’s something I need to talk about with you.” John says to the boys while putting the impala in park next to Bobby’s truck. He was beginning to regret waiting until the last minute to tell the boys about the newest edition to the family.

“Everything okay Dad?” Dean asked from the passenger seat.

“Yeah Dean, everything’s fine, it’s just…do you boys remember Meredith Porter? I went on a few hunts with her in the past.” John asked his boys.

“Yeah Dad of course we remember her. She always cooks real food whenever she’s around; she’s the one who taught Dean how to grill at that one motel that had the outdoor rec. area.” Sam smiled at the memory of acting like a normal family.

“Why do you ask Dad? Did something happen to her?” Dean asked his father with concern written all over his face.

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And now it is time for the third member of the hyung line, our hope, our angel who is so fucking sweet like he’s so caring and kind and warm and all he wants to do is make people happy how is he real I wanna hug him and tell him thank you bc he’s so amazing, Jung Hoseok aka J-Hope aka hobi

  • This post is written in the college AU, it’s just to help set the scene a bit so college!Hoseok is right here
  • Visuals are first bc I gotta
  • Hobi always looks so good but I gotta go with the black hair, it’s always such a l o o k, especially when it’s up and the forehead is showing bc then you can see all of his face
  • Black is one of my favorite hair colors for him but the look he had for Spring Day/Not Today was so fucking cute too and so was the red hair and the blonde, moral of the story, hobi is just always cute
  • Okay but hobi’s airport style is 10/10 I always love seeing the boys’ airport outfits bc they always look so good but I love hobi’s airport looks, they’re always so coordinated and he wears a lot of black and I’m a sucker for black clothing
  • But he can also pull off different patterns, he can do the camouflage look, he can do stripes, he can do sweaters, t-shirts, anything you throw at hobi, he’s got it covered, I mean the man pulled off a bright green sweater and made it look boyfriend how the hell does someone do that plz explain
  • The looks that fits player!hobi is the all black look he did, with the black jeans, black sneakers, black t-shirt, black bag, even his hair was black and that is my s h i t all black instantly
  • But there’s another all black outfit where he had a black t-shirt but then  a red beanie and the strap of his bag was red and that is just wow idk why I love it so much but I kinda keep looking at it bc I would like a round of applause for Mr. Jung bc that look officially has me heart eyes
  • He can pull off so many different hats it’s so hard to choose just one, he can pull off bucket hats, he can do the snapback look !!! beanies, goofy hats, all the hats so I’m just gonna choose them all for player!hobi 
  • Hobi is another dater, he is a really sensitive person when it comes to emotions so just like Yoongi, one night stands aren’t really a thing
  • It’s rare for him to go that far but when he does, it’s someone he knows really well, he’s just more a lover, he prefers feeling that connection of love and it being something really meaningful to both parties involved
  • But he does love a good date, he actually lasts pretty long with his dates, he doesn’t ever confirm or deny the relationship, that’s his thing
  • He’s a carefree kid who’s just focusing on having fun and he’s not looking to get into any relationships yet, especially when he’s so busy being a TA and a dance major
  • He never stops them from calling him their boyfriend but he also calls them his friend or his date so they get a bit confused bc wait it’s been like a month how are we not together yet
  • He always dances (pun intended) around the subject and changes it super quickly bc he doesn’t wanna let them down and tell them that he’s not interested in a relationship but it’s really nothing personal, it’s not their fault, he’s just having fun and chilling out with fun people
  • He has a very approachable vibe to him like he’s not a scary person, he’s so friendly and open and he’s always smiling so people aren’t afraid to come up to him and talk to him and maybe throw in a few flirty lines
  • He would be such a cute date oh my lord, he loves going to a festival or a cute lil diner or maybe feeding ducks at the park and eating some ice cream
  • Always always always holding his date’s hand, sometimes he’ll have his arm around them but even then, he wants them to be holding his hand bc he just loves that shit
  • He’s another player that you don’t expect to be a player based on his personality
  • He’s just so bubbly and caring and he’s really doting towards his dates, he’s always asking if they’re having fun, if they’re comfortable, if they wanna go somewhere else and he makes sure they get home safe so when they find out about it, they’re just oH
  • He h a t e s the “breaking up” part bc hobi loves making people happy and he does so much to get them to smile and he’s always so energetic and cheerful so the thought of ruining someone’s entire week bc of this is heartbreaking to him
  • But he’s also not a cheater and even if he’s not in a relationship with them, he doesn’t wanna be taking them on dates and spending so much time with them and then turning around and doing the same thing with someone else so he’s gotta break it off eventually
  • But he does it very gently, he makes sure they aren’t too down about it and he always promises to stay friends
  • You always see hobi around campus
  • Here’s the thing about hobi, pretty much everyone on campus either knows hobi, knows of him or knows someone that knows him, he’s a social butterfly
  • You know all about his reputation of having someone new every month and never committing but you also know about his dance reputation and that he’s supposedly am az in g
  • So when your friend tells you he’s performing in an underground freestyle competition thing and that they’re going, you figure you’ll go and see what all the talk is about bc when people talk about his dance skills they make him out to be this incredible, breathtaking dancer that’ll make you wanna dance too
  • You had never spoken to him so it was a bit ?? when he walked up to you and greeted you like you were his best friend but then you realize he’s being flirty and while it’s flattering, you also know what the end result typically is so you politely decline his offer to get a late night snack afterwards
  • He is a bit confused bc normally people don’t reject him but it’s his turn so he doesn’t have time to keep talking to you
  • You’re blown away by how talented he is bc have you ever seen hobi dance that shit is magical, it’s so captivating and just I could go on for hours about how talented hobi is
  • You leave shortly after his turn is up bc you have a class early the next morning and you gotta sleep so hobi doesn’t get another chance to talk to until he sees you on campus two days later
  • He keeps talking to you, every time he sees you and you realize that it’s been a while since you’ve heard about him dating someone and pretty soon, he’s spent the entire term single with no dating or even flirting with other people
  • “I wanna get to know you”
  • You’re trying really hard not to fall for his charming lil smile or the way his entire face lights up whenever he sees you or the way his voice sounds when he’s tired and his words are a bit slurred together bc he’s too exhausted to put in the effort to be coherent
  • You agree to go out on a date with him during the summer bc you figure you might as well get it over with, you’re already crushing on him so it’s better to see him from the player point of view so you can move on with your lives
  • It’s so much fun, he takes you down to the beach and you walk all around the pier together and play in the sand and run from the waves and it’s just a really stress free date where you two genuinely enjoy every moment and there aren’t any awkward moments
  • You get a bit nervous around the one month mark bc you know that’s when his relationships stop but then everything stays normal, he actually takes you out to dinner for your first month anniversary and then the next thing you know, you’ve spent the entire summer and the following term with him openly calling himself your boyfriend
  • “I like being in a relationship with you, it’s funner than having to stress over breakups”
  • “I like you as a boyfriend a lot more”
  • “Maybe one day, I’ll be upgraded to husband”
  • “Ch iLL”
Happy Accident pt. 2 - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Part twooooo! Ahhhh I’m so excited for this one.

Request: “Part two for happy accident please!!”, courtesy of a fanbloodytabulous anon.

Summary: You met on the subway, when the train stopped and you accidentally grabbed something other than the pole. Now your friend has decided it’s time for some frientervention.

Warnings: I think there’s a bit of language in this chapter? But yeah, hopefully it shall be pretty mild.

Other Notes: Gender neutral reader! Oh boy, do I love this fandom. Your friend reappears. Oh, and part one can be found here.

“Siri, open Facebook.”

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Everything (Murphy & Bellamy Smut)

“We know you want us.” Bellamy pushes you against the wall of the dropship. Murphy stands to your right, smirking at you.

“W-what a-are you talking about?” You pretend to be confused.

“Princess, don’t lie, we know you want us. It took a few bottles of vodka, but Octavia told us. Everything.” Murphy puts his hand on your cheek.

“E-everything?” Bellamy smirks as well, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Everything.” You blush at his words and how close he is as he says them, his lips brushing your neck slightly.

“She told us about how you wanted the two of us, together. A threesome. She told us about how you didn’t just want sex though, how you wanted a relationship. With both of us. We’re both bi, so I guess it would work with the two of us for that part.” Murphy gets closer.

“But, as probably know, neither of us are good at sharing. But the idea of you, letting us have you, sexually and otherwise. Well that sounds like a good plan.” Bellamy whispers the last sentence in your ear, before pulling you toward him, his arms around your waist and his lips on yours. Murphy watches for a bit. Then he decides that he wants to touch you too. He comes up behind you and puts his arms around you, in between yours and Bellamy’s bodies.

Murphy attacks your neck, leaving marks all over the exposed skin making you let out a small moan into your quickly-heating up kiss with Bellamy. You feel their smirks widen and Bellamy kisses you harder for a second, before pulling away. “What do you say we get these clothes off and get started?” Bellamy asks, lust written all over his face. You nod embarrassingly quick. Murphy reluctantly pulls off your neck, sucking hard on one more spot before pulling himself off of you. Murphy pulls your shirt off of you, and the two boys do the same.

Bellamy unbuttons your pants and before he has them off, Murphy shoves his hand down them, his fingers tracing your clit. His other hand is finds your breast, grabbing it roughly and you moan at all of the stimulation, throwing your head back against his chest as he circles your clit. Both boys chuckle, and then his hands are gone and you whine at the loss.

“Let’s take this to the bed, shall we?” Bellamy pushes you toward the bed in a corner of the room that you were sure hadn’t been there when you had arrived. You sit down on it and the boys undress eachother, their lips connecting. You take off your socks and shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching your crushes make out. Both of them in notheing but their boxers.

Murphy tries to pin Bellamy to a wall, but Bellamy just flips them. Bellamy grinds onto Murphy, and they both moan. Murphy pushes at the others boxers, wanting them off. Bellamy gets the idea and starts to take them off. “Yours too. Both of you.” You hesitate, but do as you’re told, almost whining at not being able to see him, all of him. When you get them off, you look up. They were both big.“Take your bra off too.” You rush to take the material off, before going to cover yourself up, your arms crossed and your legs pressed together tightly.

“Don’t do that. We want to see you.” Murphy walks over, pushing your arms away as his leg comes between yours, pushing them apart.

“Lay down on the bed. You too, Murphy.” Bellamy orders, making you get even more wet, your core dripping.

“Well someone likes to be in charge.” Murphy looks up at Bellamy as the two of you do what was asked, well, ordered. Bellamy just smiles, walking closer.

“Didn’t think you would be, did you Murphy? Hate to break it to you, but I’m in charge. So stop talking, and do what I tell you to do.” You almost whimper as your heat aches at his words. You imagine him telling you what to do, giving him complete control.

“Or what?”

Bellamy’s hand collides with Murphy’s ass and he jolts above you, moaning, and his leg brushes your clit. You moan. “P-Please.” You whine, wanting someone to touch you already. You love the foreplay, but you’ve been wet since Bellamy had you up against that wall. Murphy looks down at you, then his fingers are on your clit, rubbing hard and fast, and moans practically pour out of you.

“Stop.” Bellamy commands. Murphy doesn’t though, a smirk on his face as he slips two fingers in you, curling them and managing to hit your g-spot on the first try.

“That feel good, princess?” He drawls, “You’re so wet.” You moan again. “Oh, I know what’s got you so hot, that’s your spot, isn’t it?” He strokes at it cruelly. Bellamy spanks him again.

“I said, ‘stop’. Listen to me, or I’ll have to take you over my knee.” Murphy moans loud at that, his fingers stopping, but not leaving you. Bellamy looks Murphy in the eyes. He relents and pulls them out and you whimper, squirming. You were so close.
“Y/N, on your hands and knees. Murphy get in front of her.” You get into the position he told you to get into, knowing what was going to happen. Bellamy gets on the bed behind you and Murphy gets off the bed and in front of you.

Two fingers are pushed into you, thrusting at a fast pace and you almost scream. Then you take Murphy’s hard cock into your mouth, going all the way down in one go and he groans loudly. Bellamy’s adds another finger. After a bit his cock is pushing in you and you moan around Murphy.

All any of you can hear are moans. “Fuck, Bellamy, you gotta try her mouth. So good, Y/N. Just like that. Fuck. Just like that.” You lick faster and suck harder in response. He moans again. “I-I-I’m go-gonna c-cum!” He shoots down your throat and you swallow, sucking hard and he whines at oversensitivity before you pull away. Bellamy picks up speed, finding an impossible speed and going in deep. You bit your lip, muffling your moan. He pulls out.

“Get on your back, wanna see you.” You turn over and Bellamy pushes into you hard again, going back to his fast pace. Murphy’s hands go to your nipples, pinching and twisting. You cum hard after that and Bellamy quickly follows with a low groan as his load fills you. They pull away from you and you sit up, breathing heavily as you sit up against the wall.

“That was fun.” You say with a smile and the boys join you, smiling and sitting on either side of you.

Then Murphy gets an idea. He moves over, putting his head between your legs. “What are you doing?” You go to sit up, but Bellamy wraps his arms around you pulling you back, pushing your face into his strong chest.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You gasp when you feel Murphy’s tongue running up and down your slit. His tongue circles your clit, but avoids it, and you feel him smile at your whine. He puts his fingers in you again and you scream into Bellamy’s chest. Hands are on your nipples. You moan. Bellamy’s lips find your neck, leaving marks where Murphy didn’t and kissing over all of them.

“So beautiful.” Bellamy says before kissing you. Murphy’s lips wrap around your clit and you scream again. His tongue licks at you harshly and his fingers speed up as he adds another one. You moan into the kiss, and reach for Bellamy’s cock, wrapping your hand around it and stoking fast. He moans and you pull away, pushing him a little bit from you and putting your mouth on his hard length. You suck on his lip for a bit, tongue lapping at his slit. “Don’t tease me.” You don’t go down though, you just pull your mouth away and lick him up and down before taking the tip back in your mouth. His hand smacks your thigh and you jump, causing Murphy’s teeth to brush your clit and you cum. You feel Murphy smirk, but he doesn’t stop. You try to push him off, but he just latches on and looks up at you.

“S-stop. T-too s-sensitive.” He doesn’t listen, he pulls his fingers out though, and your sigh in relief as his mouth leaves your clit. Then his tongue is in you, licking your walls and you scream around Bellamy. You take his cock all the way in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Murphy puts his fingers in you and his mouth goes back to your clit, sucking even harder than before and adding another finger.

“You, were right, Murph. Her mouth is great.” Bellamy moans. “Y/N, I-I’m close.” You moan around him and he cums. You swallow around him and pull off.

Murphy pulls off of your clit and sits up. “I think I wanna fuck you. You want that doll?” His fingers stay in you and find your g-spot as he asks that. They rub at it as you try to answer and he grins evilly. “Gonna need an answer, doll.” He rubs harder. You try to answer again but nothing comes out of your mouth other than a scream as Bellamy’s thumb finds your clit.

“Answer him, Y/N.” Bellamy looks down at you.

“P-please?” You look at Murphy. His fingers curl harder and rub even faster.

“Please, what?” Bellamy asks, kissing your neck again, leaving yet another mark.

“P-please f-fuck me!” You scream as you cum again. Murphy’s fingers leave you, but his cock finds your entrance and he pushes into you, not giving you any time before he starts pumping in and out of you. You moan again, through the sensitivity is a blinding hot pleasure. Bellamy’s grins into your neck and Murphy’s fingers are on your clit. It isn’t long before you both cum. The three of you lay there in eachother’s arms. “So, are we all dating eachother now?”

“Yep.” Murphy kisses your cheek. Bellamy just grins and puts his fingers on your clit.

“Wha-what are you doing?” You ask tiredly, trying to get your hand off. It doesn’t move. He starts to rub tight circles on your clit and you whimper.

“He made you cum twice. You only came once for me.“

“It’s true. I did. That’s not fair to Bellamy, doll. Two boyfriends means sharing. Everything.” Murphy nods and they share a smirk while you whine.

[Shoutout to @dxsturbxa, thanks for all the feedback and help!]

BunnyRibbit: Facetime

[You got it, my dude. Though…it turned out a little long for a flash piece.]

           I’m here now, okay? Don’t leave yet! Hana was hastily texting as she got into her apartment, throwing her keys aside. Her computer was already on—naturally—so it just took a quick shake of her mouse to wake it up. Drills had gone on way longer than they should’ve, which meant that rather than having plenty of time to get home and clean up a little, she was already late for her planned Skype call with Lúcio. Their time zones were exactly twelve hours apart, so mid- afternoon for her was three in the morning for him. Still, he had answered her last few texts saying he would wait, so she figured this was better than nothing.

           Are you still up? she typed quickly as she got her webcam working.

           I’m here, don’t worry, Lúcio responded. He video called her, and she answered with a wide smile. Of course she knew he wouldn’t care that she was still in work mode, but she couldn’t help feeling bad regardless. When he saw her, he smiled back, and her stomach filled with warmth. “They’re really working you out there, huh?”

           “No kidding,” she said. “It wasn’t even a MEKA day. I’m exhausted—but I’m glad to see you! I’m sorry for making you stay up so late.”

           “It’s cool. I’ve had concerts keep me up later,” he assured her. When her eyes fell on his shirt, her smile widened.

           “Nice PJs, nerd,” she mumbled, though she was honestly pleased to see him sporting her B.Ny logo. It was one of her favorite designs, too! Had she told him that? Or did they just have similar tastes? 

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Thirsty Thursday - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,426

Summary: The reader wants Dean to go out for Thirsty Thursday, even though he needs to study for an important test.

Part 1 Part 2

“A video?” You say confused.

“Yup.” Dean says with a smirk.

“Oh god. Did I do something ridiculous at the bar?” You say suddenly feeling nervous.

“Nah, we were here. It was just you and me.”

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He Fake Dates Kendall But Secretly Likes You


I walk quickly down the sidewalk, the rain pouring down onto my suit. The umbrella I’m holding doesn’t make a difference with the wind blowing this fiercely. Kendall groans beside me, a small squeal leaving her lips as thunder booms through the sky.

Her black dress is nearly soaked, but she has managed to keep her hair as dry as possible. She had to, just this morning we got a call that we had to be seen together publicly again. With our new album releasing within the next couple of months along with a new movie, the public had to be packed with us being active. For some reason, Kendall is my go-to. They always set me up with her when it came to publicity. I didn’t mind all that much, she’s very easy to get along with, but just hard to talk to. And plus, she’s pretty, naturally beautiful, I never understood why I never liked her like I should.

“This weather is fucking crazy.” Kendall mutters, “why does your mothers party have to be the same day as a fucking hurricane?”

I laugh softy, finally reaching my black range rover that had to be parked across the street. I unlock the doors as quickly as possible, both Kendall and I hopping into the seats of the car as soon as the car is unlocked. Water drips down both of our hands and clothes, wetting the leather seats below us. We laugh for a while, just cutting the small bit of tension in the air. We stay quite for a while, the rain pounding against my car as we try to dry off before attending my mother’s birthday party.

I start the car a little while after. I didn’t plan on bringing Kendall to the party, originally, it was just family and close friends. But just this morning we had to make plans, and i refused to cancel on my mother’s birthday party, so I decided to bring Kendall with me, even if morally it isn’t the best thing to do.

The car ride is silent, since Kendall had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Her feet are propped up on the dashboard, her head thrown back as silent, short breaths escape her lips. The car ride is quite long, so I can’t entirely blame her for the short nap. I played music quietly from the radio, sure not to wake up Kendall but enough to keep me entertained on the trip.

I sing 80′s music the whole way down, tapping my fingers to the beat. I don’t listen to that kind of music often, but with the weather and gloominess of the day, it is something I felt good listening to. I’m humming along to a song I don’t know as I pull up to my mother’s home. Cars are flooding the driveway, the smell of a barbecue cooking from the backyard. 

“Hey, Kendall. Wake up” I mutter, shaking her gently from her shoulder. 

“Hm” she hums, reaching her arms up over her head to stretch, “thanks for waking me up.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I take the keys out of the ignition.

“I didn’t really have a choice, Kendall.”

She laughs, fixing up her outfit and hair in the mirror before making her way to the house, following me so that I can introduce her to everyone.

“Hey, mum!” I cheer when the door opens.

My mum is standing with a beautiful skirt and blazer on, opening her arms out for me. She gives me a tight hug, her smile rubbing on my shoulder, her hand patting my back ever-so-tenderly.

“My baby! You look handsome!” she beams, her lips meeting my cheeks in a soft kiss.

“And Kendall!” she says, “so good to see you again, thank you for coming!” 

My mum smiles wide, Kendall letting out a giggle as she reaches in to give my mother a hug. Kendall and I end up making our way to the couch, where we sit and chat for what feels like ages. We haven’t talked in a while, but catching up with her was always easy and enjoyable. She’s a genuine girl, very personal and introverted, but always out there in the most creative ways. It’s always a nice time to talk about life with Kendall, especially when we missed a while of each others.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I’m late! The weather is shit!” 

I turn around to see Y/n, slightly wet from the weather, a smile broad on her face. Damn, she looks so good. Her hair is curled loosely, ending just above her shoulders. Her pink dress flows around her figure, just tight enough to see her curvature. I haven’t seen her in about a year or so, but something’s changed in her. Something about her seems so much more real, so much more vibrant, I can’t even take my eyes off of her as she struggles to take off her raincoat with all the bags hanging off her arms.

“Happy birthday, Anne! I’ve missed you so much, I’ve been counting down the days!” Y/n says in delight, her arms hooking around my mother as she smiles against her shoulder.

“Darling, it’s so good to see you! You look absolutely wonderful, my dear.“

Y/n blushes, stepping away from her tight hold to place her gifts down on the front table. She hangs her coat on the hangers in on out our closets, still holding a conversation with my mother. Probably about Y/n’s new journalism job.

“Harry, you never told me she was gonna be here.” I hear Kendall say, a scowl stern on her face as she stares at Y/n, who is now making her way to speak to my cousins.

“She’s been my best friend since the fourth grade, she’s basically apart of this family. She wouldn’t miss out on this for the world.”

She wouldn’t. I know her too well. She’s always there for others, even if it’s inconvenient for her. She would sacrifice anything for anyone, especially my mum. Their bond so strong I swear my mum sees her as a second daughter, or even a miracle. She was there for us through everything, helped us go through our times of hardship and even family instability. When my mum got a divorce with my dad, even at Y/n’s young age, she’d pick flowers from her garden and give to Anne nearly everyday, also giving her pictures she’d drawn or letters she’d written for her. As much as my mum was heartbroken during this time, she took the letters with her everywhere she went, and kept every flower alive for as long as she possibly could. She said they represented her, and how she felt being a woman in such love and beauty, but having it die all too quick. I didn’t understand what she meant then, but I do now. I think Y/n knew what she meant, I think that’s why she never stopped until she heard her laughing again.
Y/n understood the whole separation process. Her mum left her at a young age, leaving her alone with her father. They were close, of course, they had to be, but she always said she missed having a mother. It killed her to only have one voice in the house, but there was nothing she could do about it. By the time she met me, and I kept bringing her over my house as the years went on, her and my mum have gotten so close, Y/n started buying her Mother’s Day cards. 

“I guess,” Kendall mumbles, “but I’m gonna get a drink, maybe some food. Want anything?”

“Just a water is fine,” I reply, “thanks.”

Kendall gets up off the couch, stretching a bit before making her way to the kitchen. When the couch was starting to feel empty again, I feel someone occupy her spot.

“It would have been nice for you to say hi to me. According to my calculations, it’s been about 289 days and 11 hours since we’ve seen each other. The least you could do is bow when I walk into the room, asshat.”

I smile down at her, looking at her as her eyes gaze into mine, trying so hard to come off as serious., but she and I both know better. Our relationship has come to all-in-all sarcasm and insults, in the most loving way, of course. But we still have all the seriousness balanced out. I come to her for everything, and she does the same with me. Despite all our demeanor of complete reckless fools and sarcasm, we trust each other with our lives on the line.

I laugh, throwing my head back slightly at her comment, I reach out for her to pull her against me. She giggles against my shoulder, her breath hitting against my neck. I take an uneasy breath in, feeling her small laugh fill my ears, her fingers running down my back. 

“I haven’t seen you in forever, how have you been?” 

Her voice snaps me out of my trance, my eyes blinking a few times before I pull away from her. Her eyes are glowing, her blue eyes dark as the ocean on a stormy day, her lips covered in my favorite eggplant lipstick widening a smile. God, what the hell happened in these 200 days?

“I’ve been good! But I don’t want to talk about me, I wanna talk about you, I’ve missed you.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she lets out a snort.
I notice her arm is still around my back, fingers dancing along the end of my jacket.

“The way you’ve been ignoring me for the past three weeks says different. But i’ve missed you a lot. Been a little busy with the new job but it’s been well.”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I’ve been really busy with-“

“Kendall?” Y/n asks completely dumbfounded.

Y/n knows a lot about my friendship with Kendall, she doesn’t really mind it. However, her and Kendall never really got along. It wasn’t anything personal, at least not to Y/n, they didn’t didn’t see things in the same light. Y/n is upbeat and lively, an extreme extrovert, and Kendall couldn’t stand it. She says it almost seems to be her asking for attention, but that is not how Y/n is at all. She may be out there, but she gives all her attention to the people, never herself. 

My head snaps over to Y/n’s stare, Kendall holding the bottle of water and a plate of food in her hands. She looks down at her, a slight scowl on her face, trying to cover it up with a small smile. She winks down at Y/n, almost in a threatening kind of way, and I can see Y/n’s entire demeanor change the second she does so.

“Harry didn’t tell you I was coming?”

“Oh, um” Y/n stutters, “I had no idea you were attending. It’s nice to see you again. I’m sorry for intruding your time together, I’m going to talk to Damien. Haven’t seen him since Anne’s Christmas party. See you later!”

Y/n smiles softly as she grabs her handbag, hooking her fingers on the handles before walking toward my cousin, Damien. They get along well, they’ve actually had a thing at one point. She never told me she liked him so much though, all she ever said was that he was nice and treated her well. I never knew why she dated him if she never felt something, maybe because Damien was shit at hiding his feelings for her. He would buy her flowers, compliment her on her worst days (even though her worst days are never nearly as bad as she thinks they are), and even had confessed his love for her before they started talking. He was in love, and from my understanding, he still is.

“Will she ever understand that all this shit is for press? She keeps acting like we’re a couple or something.” Kendall sighs while plopping onto the couch.

“Well,” I sigh, “she’s not really into this whole lifestyle, she doesn’t really understand that. Plus, I didn’t tell her about this yet. She probably thinks we are a thing if I’m bringing you to my mum’s birthday party.”

She shrugs, taking a bite of her chicken wing. 

“Why would she care if we were or not in the first place?”

I don’t know how to respond to that. So I don’t, I just stay placed on my couch as I watch my family come together, eating food and drinking wine. My eyes wander to Y/n, seeing the hand that once held her purse holding a glass of wine, her back against the closet door as she watches everyone mingling. Damien must have gotten her the wine, but I don’t know where he would have left to leave her alone. She doesn’t seem to mind being alone, but It just hit me that I’ve barely been speaking with her just to sit on this couch, next to Kendall, who hasn’t even spoken to me all that much since she’s seen Y/n.

“Harry, can I tell you something?” Kendall asks.

I barely hear her though, because I’m already off the couch before she finishes her question. I nod, not looking at her, though, I just nod and walk away from her. She’s probably thinking I’m being an inconsiderate dick right now, and I have to agree, I am. I’ve given her the cold shoulder the second I saw Y/n.

“How you enjoying the party?” I ask once I approach Y/n, nudging her shoulder slightly with mine.

She smiles, taking a sip of her wine before she speaks.

“I’m enjoying just fine, Haz. But aren’t you forgetting somebody?”

“No. Look, Y/n, you know we aren’t dating, right? This is for press as of right now, she wasn’t even supposed to come before morning.”

Y/n turns to face me, her eyes soft as she reaches her free hand toward my arm. She touches me tenderly, squeezing her fingers softly against my flesh.

“You don’t have to explain this stuff to me, it’s alright. Besides, I don’t care if you guys are dating or not. I just thought you wanted to be alone.”

I shake my head, my eyes closing softly. I reach my hand out to hers, grasping her fingers in mine. It feels like forever since I’ve felt this close to her, and it is in this moment that I finally understand my feelings. Ever since she walked in it was like my entire world had stopped, I barely spoke to her the past couple of weeks and hadn’t seen her in nearly a year. I missed her in the most mysterious way. It wasn’t like I had just missed her presence, or just missed talking to her in my most comfortable state, or just knowing she was in the same house as mine. I missed everything, every part of her and everything she did. I knew I was missing her more than I ever had in my life, but I thought it was just a sign of home sickness. But seeing her after all this time, there’s some part of me telling me that being without her is what makes me home sick. It’s not home, it’s her.

“Even if I was dating her, I’d never want you to leave. You’ll always mean more.”

She frowns, her gaze fixating on the floor. Her hair falls loosely on the sides of her face. I can tell she feels wrong, something in her feels wrong. The way her teeth graze her bottom lip, her eyes looking at anything but mine, she feels distant somehow; something is getting in her way. 

“Don’t say that. She’s your guest, I’m fine here by myself. I don’t ever stay still, and I know everyone here. I’ve got Damien and your mum, and-“

“You and I both know Damien is either not going to leave you alone or actually leave you alone. And no matter which one he does you’re going to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m never uncomfortable.”

“Then why’d you leave Kendall an I?” I tease. But her face hardens at my question, her face hard with offense as the words leave my lips.

“For fuck sakes, Harold!” Y/n groans, her foot stomping on the floor, “why the fuck does this matter to you? I just thought you wanted to be alone with her!”

And suddenly, she’s crying. My breath hitches in my throat and I take a step back. Y/n is never one to cry, especially in public. But there is no reason I can think of for her to get so emotional. She was happy and her normal, perky self only a couple of minutes ago. Now she has tears clinging to her chin, which thankfully, no guest apart from me has noticed, and her eyes are shouting with humiliation. 

I frown at her, confused by her abnormal behavior. I reach a hand out to touch her, hold her, even move her hair away from her face so that it doesn’t stick to her cheeks, but before i feel her on my fingertips, she’s gone. She’s rushing past me so quick I can feel her air moving around me, leaving a series of chills to cross my body. 

My mouth stays agape from the confusion. What the hell just happened? What was so wrong with our conversation? I can feel the fingers around my cup loosen as I look around the room, no faces showing concern, no eyes even staring in my direction. 

“H, these wings are so good. Would Anne mind if I asked her the recipe?” Kendall asks.

She occupies where Y/n stood, her left shoulder leaning against the wall as she continues eating the food on her plate. Her right leg crosses in from of the other, eyes wandering around the room.

It almost feels strange to see Kendall in my home, standing in the same room with my family. Even if she was for publicity or not, it doesn’t feel right. Kendall and I have had a strange relationship, we’ve been on and off to the public and even in real life. We do talk when the roles are off, but it’s nothing special, we just check up on each other. But when the roles are on, all we do is talk. She’s everywhere, simply because she has to be. But seeing her in my hometown, acting like she’s apart of my family seems misplaced. 

“I’m really glad we’re doing this again, Harry. I really enjoy talking with you and experiencing things like this with you. I mean, I’ve known you for years and I’ve never once stepped foot in this house, and I never met your family. This is absolutely incredible.”

I can see her lips moving, I can hear what she’s saying, but I don’t register anything coming from her mouth. My mind is blank, my surroundings a blur. All I can think about is that Y/n  is upstairs in some room, alone, and crying, and instead of being there with her I’m talking with Kendall about my mum’s fucking chicken recipe. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do-Harry?”

I ignore Kendall, I don’t even take a glance at her. I can’t stay here, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live a life where I have to lie about love, where I have to lie about who makes me happiest. Kendall doesn’t effect me as a man, doesn’t influence me to be a better person, isn’t there for me when I need someone. How could I lie about love? I’ve been so concerned about publicity that I was willing to create a relationship based on a lie, willingly allowing myself to hurt others around me.

I run up the stairs, skipping a step with each leg. I can’t live with myself knowing I had done something to make Y/n cry. I haven’t thought about her in this way since I saw her this evening, in her beautiful dress, her beautiful wet lashes blinking against her lids. She looked so tender, so soft, she was glooming and so vibrant. What happened since the last time I’ve seen her? What changed in her? What changed in me?

“Y/n?” I call quietly, making my way to my old room, where I know she’ll be.
“Y/n, can I come in?” 

I knock lightly on the door, just using the knuckles of my pointer and middle finger. I hear her feet pad over to the door, slowly opening it to reveal her tear stained cheeks. Her hands are trembling against the knob, her breath broken with soft, gentle cries. Her eyes are wide with sadness, wet and red from the tears she rarely ever cries.I’m even more confused when I see her like this.

I open my mouth to speak, to ask her what happened, to ask her why she feels this way, to ask her if she’s alright, but my breath is taken away from me, my body ripped away from the barrier blocking me from Y/n, crashing onto the nearest wall. I don’t even have time to breathe before I feel a desperate pair of lips meet mine. She cries as she kisses me, her trembling lips moving against mine. My hands are running wild against her body, grabbing onto every part of her I can reach. I don’t fully understand what’s unfolding, why this is happening or why I’m feeling so alive in this moment. I always saw Y/n as a sister to me, I never thought I’d be touching her like this, feeling under her dress and tongue rubbing against hers, but it feels so right. All of it seem so perfect, so addicting and I never want it to end.

Suddenly, she turns her head away from me, my lips meeting her neck subconsciously. I suck on her skin, but her hands move to my cheeks to push me away from her. She buries her face in my chest, moving her arms so that they’re around my waist. She begins to cry again, her tears soaking through my shirt, but I don’t mind at all. I let her calm down, I let her hold onto me as she tries to catch her breath. She doesn’t have to say anything, and neither do I. What just happened was supposed to happen, we both know that. There is no regret in me, and I know there is none in her. But something is running in her head, driving her to the brink of insanity. I hold her against me until she’s able to get her thoughts together, I even kiss the top of her head a couple of times.

“I’m tired, Harry.” she whispers.

I kiss her forehead gently, “I know.”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought I’d finally be alone with you after all this time. I missed being close to you, I wanted to be closer to you in different ways and I didn’t understand, Harry, I didn’t get it and-“

“Sh sh sh” I shush her, my lips grazing tenderly along her cheek.

She takes a deep breath, her fingers fisting the back of my shirt tighter than before. She rests her chin on the top of my chest, letting out a sigh. Her fingertips trace patters on my back, her eyes flittering closed as I push some of her hair off of her face, making sure it doesn’t stick to her wet cheeks.

“I didn’t get it,” she whispers, “I was so confused, and when you didn’t answer my calls or texts I thought you didn’t find me important. And I was under no right to be upset about it, because you’re busy and you have priorities. But when I saw you today, I didn’t see you as the Harry I always have, I still can’t tell you what I saw but I wanted every part of you. But when I saw Kendall I-“ 

She squeezed her eyes shut, her bottom lip trembling slightly. I frown at her, I never really see her like this. She hardly ever gets emotion, especially over guys. Hell, especially over me. 

I reach my hand up to capture her cheek in my fingers, running my thumb along her jaw line. I saw Y/n in an entirely new light today, but at least it wasn’t a one way street. She felt that too, she saw me in a different way, in the same way I saw her. What I felt when she walked in is the way she felt when she sat down next to me, where Kendall sat previously. Thinking about it now, it makes me feel like shit.

“I know, Y/n, I know” I whisper, “It was never like that between me and her.”
She nodded, “No, I know, it just didn’t make me feel good. I thought you started to like her.”

“Mmmm” I hum, shaking my head, “no, I started to like you.”

She blushes, her cheeks turning crimson as she, again, buries her face against my chest. I felt her lips smile against me, a vibration of a soft giggle against my skin. I feel her fingernails scratch down my back, I almost take her to my bed to kiss her all over again. I want to see her squirm beneath me, sweat from our movements, feel her whispers of “I love you” caress the skin of my neck. I want it all with her, with the Y/n I’ve never seen before. I want to love her the way I never have before.

“Hey,” she whispers, a small smirk playing on her lips, “aren’t you forgetting someone?“

Your Year

Word Count: 1240

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Some angst, some self hate, mostly fluff, alcohol use 

A/N: Written for @one-shots-supernatural ‘s 10k followers challenge. My prompt was 1st New Year’s together and @avasmommy224 ‘s December Love challenge. My prompt was snowball and my gif is in the fic. 

I pretty much hate how this turned out. Like…more than I normally hate what I write. 

2006. The year you were supposed to get engaged to the love of your life. The year everything was supposed to fall into place. 2006 was gonna be your year! Until it wasn’t. You were spending New Year’s Eve alone in a bar, no job, no love life, and no foreseeable future. Happy 2006.

“Great.” You mumbled, walking out of the bathroom. You had secured the last seat at the bar and left your jacket there so nobody would take it, except some asshole clearly had other intentions. “Hey, asshole! Did the jacket hanging off the chair not indicate to you the seat was taken?” He turned from his friend and you recognized him instantly. As if those green eyes could belong to anyone else. Jensen fucking Ackles.

He had been your favorite actor for as long as you could remember. Of course you’d run into him while you were drunk and pathetic on New Year’s Eve and he’d be the dick that stole your seat. Of course he was just like every other Hollywood asshole on the planet. Why would you expect any different? “Fuck it, I’ll just go.” You snatched your jacket off the back of the chair and started to walk away when Jensen grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

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Idol Couple with Yoongi

Before I start I just want to say a h u g e thank you for 2,200 followers !!! It means the world to me honestly so thank you all so so much !! But now onto our darling, my spirit animal, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka August D

  • Time for a lil backstory bc I love a good backstory
  • I’m also just gonna add in young!yoongi bc why not (you can click here if you want the post, it isn’t required though, you can easily read this without it)
  • You and Yoongi auditioned at the same time bc you were best friends long before debut
  • For everyone that hasn’t read the young!yoongi post, you two were childhood best friends
  • You bought him his first hip hop/rap album and were able to watch his love for it ignite almost instantly
  • You were also the one to come up with the nickname of “suga” bc he’d gotten you a gift that you’d mentioned a while ago and you were both lil kids so you were just like you know what you’re sweet you’re gonna be called suga from now on
  • He rolled with it bc he knew it was gonna stick whether he wanted it to or not, which he did bc he felt like he could pull that off
  • Side note, it’s one of the reasons he’s so proud of the stage name and gets kinda :) whenever someone calls him that
  • It reminds him of you, especially when you’re still training and he’s off in the idol world
  • Your group was next to debut, following his by only a month or two
  • You do show up at his debut show just to support him and keep him calm
  • He’s s u p e r nervous about debuting even though he tries to play it cool and just be like I’m Min Suga what do I have to be nervous about
  • But after knowing the kid for over a decade, you know how to tell when he’s !!! and when he’s mellow
  • You can see the slight tremble of his hands as he’s practicing and the small lil waver in his voice
  • You pull him aside and give him a quick pep talk
  • You know about all of the endless hours of hard work they’d all put in, all the hours he spent rapping his lines over and over and over until his mouth was dry and he had to stop for a drink
  • You know he’d run through the choreography a countless amount of times and could dance any part of it just off of memory
  • But you also know there’s still that thought of “what if I fuck it up” going through his mind bc even though he can be lazy and sleepy, he’s really really passionate about what he does and he’s such a hard worker and takes it really seriously
  • So you remind him that he’s got this and that he did well in the rehearsal and that he’s gonna make sure everyone remembers his name and his group’s name
  • You cheer him on from the dressing room as he performs, feeling oh so proud of your best friend, especially when you think back to all of the conversations you two had had throughout your childhood and teens about how maybe you two should audition for a company lol why not let’s just do it
  • When he gets off stage he’s got all of this adrenaline right
  • It’s the adrenaline meets the nerves meets the amount of love he has for you but he ends up kissing you once he gets backstage
  • You two keep your relationship on the down low for quite some time
  • Side note I just wanna throw this out there bc it fucks me up
  • You’re his muse
  • You know all of those songs Yoongi’s written about love and relationships and shit, they’re for you
  • It kinda just adds into his passion when he raps bc not only does he have his love for music and rap but he’s also got his love for you so the outcome is 100/10
  • Most people would wonder if he is in a relationship bc his songs are so deep and well written and he can sometimes seem like he’s rapping to a specific person which he is but they don’t know who
  • He does mention that you two were childhood friends but other than that, there aren’t many pictures of you two together, there isn’t really any romantic shit that the public has seen
  • If Yoongi wants something to be chill and lowkey, it’s gonna be chill and lowkey so no one even really has any evidence to back their claims besides a “his songs make him seem really in love”
  • You do have a tendency to borrow each other’s clothes but even that isn’t really any clear sign bc he’s mentioned you’re best friends
  • You really like stealing his beanies bc they’re really warm and cozy just like him
  • Studio dates
  • Also just hanging out in the studio
  • Like hey kid come chill I’m super busy but I just want you to be here bc you’re kinda cute ight you’re really cute but shh
  • Lowkey tries to make really romantic or cheesy lines seem not cheesy but everyone knows he’s got a romantic side to him
  • He’d probably reveal your relationship through a song
  • It’d take a wh i le for him to do it, I’d say about two or three years at least, if not even more
  • He’d throw in a quick lil line about how he’s in a relationship, about how you’re his and he’s proud of it
  • Of course he’s asked about it by literally everyone but he’s just like lol
  • People even ask about it bc even though he doesn’t say your name, he still hints that it's you a good bit
  • Even after basically everyone knows you two are together, there’s not too much PDA bc yoon seems like he’d want his relationship, regardless of whether it’s with a fellow idol or just the kid next door, to be private
  • There are a few pictures, a few Bangtan bombs with you in the background, a shit ton of songs from both sides
  • But it’s also nice to be able to go out with him and not have to be super hidden about it like of course you two both try to avoid getting too much attention bc you wanna chill but you don’t have to freak out if you’re seen by someone
  • Both of you just keep your private lives private and just drop lil reminders of how much you love each other here and there
  • You post a childhood photo of him randomly just to fuck with him but he does respond by posting the most embarrassing picture of you he has on his phone
  • “You do realize this means war right??”
  • “Bring it on kid”

I’m a fucking loser and I love Taylor Swift’s Red album. My favorite song is Stay, Stay, Stay, and I’ve been avoiding writing this Jamilton piece because I had no inspiration and then BAM it hit me like a ton of bricks, so yeah. Here we go. If you wanna listen to the song, go ahead. @i-live-i-die-i-tell-my-story SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I’M TRASH I KNOW

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Thomas Jefferson

TW: You might get cavities. I’m sorry for that.

Word Count: 1006

Alexander paced back and forth, worry etching new lines into his features. Thomas had left late the night before, and he still hadn’t returned to the small apartment they’d shared for the last six months. 

It had started as a small disagreement. Something stupid, about rearranging the furniture in the living room, and out of no where they were suddenly arguing about their future and what they meant to each other. 

“Alexander, you don’t give a shit,” He’d shouted. “You refuse to put in any kind of effort or worth into this, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” Alex hadn’t responded, immediately, he’d just stood there. What were you supposed to say to that? The love of your life is standing in front of you, saying they don’t believe you love them, and you say- what?

“So now I’m worthless in this relationship?” He’d asked quietly, biting the inside of his cheek to get a handle on his emotions. “Thomas, I love you, you know that, and I’m trying-”

“No, you’re not,” He cut Alexander off, anger still shining in his eyes. “You’re not trying, and I don’t know that.”

“You’re being an asshole,” Alexander snapped, crossing his arms defensively. “I’m not you, Thomas, I don’t show my love with over drawn gestures and extraordinary measures, I don’t see the point in that shit, it’s-” 

“Jesus fuck, Alex, that’s not what this is about-” 

“Then what is it about, Thomas?” He shouted back.

“Do you even want me here?” Alexander froze in place, heart racing. Of course he did, but if Thomas didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to hold him prisoner.

“Do you want to be here?” He whispered, eyes wide and terrified of his response.

“I’m not sure anymore.” They both stared at each other, eyes sad and full of loss. Where were they supposed to go from there?

“Then leave.” The words were out before Alexander knew what he was saying. Thomas’ face showed the shock and hurt he felt, but it couldn’t be taken back. He’d said it, and now it was up to Thomas to decide. He tried to respond, but Alexander stood his ground. “No, Thomas. If you don’t know that you want to be here, with me, then go.” He stared at the floor, doing his best to bite back the tears until this whole ordeal was over. He didn’t want him to go, not really, but what was he supposed to do to stop him?

“Okay.” Alexander looked up, heart broken that he’d actually chosen to leave. He watched in silence as he gathered his things, slipped on his coat and made his way to the door. Thomas stopped in the doorway, glancing at him once more before smiling sadly and closing the door.

Alexander chucked his phone at the spot where Thomas had just been, tears streaming down his face, before sliding to the floor and hiding his face in his arms, wanting the whole ordeal to be done with. 

And that’s where he sat now, with a phone just as shattered as his heart. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when he heard the familiar sounds of a key turning in the lock. He looked up, eyes still brimming with tears. Thomas stood in the doorway, bags under his eyes prominent, hair disheveled and salt lines where he had been crying too. “Hey,” He whispered hoarsely. 

“Hey,” Alex muttered, wiping his eyes. “Can we talk?” He asked hesitantly. “About last night?” Thomas nodded, closing the door and kicking off his shoes. He walked to the storage closet, digging around before walking back out with his football helmet from their senior year of high school in his hands. “What’s that for?” 

“You think I didn’t hear you throw that phone?” Thomas asked incredulously. “I stood outside the door for ten minutes, hoping you’d open it and ask me to stay. I heard it.” Alex’s tears welled up once more, partially because of the ridiculousness of the whole thing, but mostly because it broke his heart knowing Thomas had wanted to stay. “Okay, let’s talk.”

“Stay.” Alexander blurted. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and you think it’s funny when I’m mad, and no one else I’ve dated ever helped me with things like carrying the groceries and you make me laugh all the time. I love you, because you have given me no choice.” The words rushed out in a flurry, with no thought behind them, much like the most of their relationship. No thinking twice, no thought into the future, just here and now. “So please, just don’t leave again.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Thomas began, setting the football helmet down. Alexander’s pulse quickened, fear skyrocketing through him. This is it, he thought, I finally went to far, he’s leaving, I can’t fix this- “But you took the time to memorize me. My fears, and hopes, and dreams.” He sank down beside Alexander, taking his hand in his. They were silent, just sitting together, curious as to what this meant for the rest of their future. “I like hanging out with you.”

“I like hanging out with you too, Thomas.” Thomas nodded, smiling softly as Alexander rested his head on his shoulder. 

“All these fights we’ve been in, and you haven’t left, not once.” He muttered, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to Alexander’s hairline, smiling as he breathed in his familiar scent. “It’s been occurring to me, I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life.” Alex’s head snapped up, surprise written across his face. “I think that it’s best if we both stay.” Alex nodded, laughing through his tears. 

“No one else is gonna love me when I get mad, so.” Thomas laughed pulling him in for a kiss, tasting the salt from their combined tears. “Hey, Thomas?” He hummed in acknowledgement.

“I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life too.”

This weeks dose of fanfic pt.1

sorry for the wait guys, here are some fics that have been updated or posted from the month of august till now! :)


Die Young, Stay Pretty

Zayn is happy being a hairdresser who minds his own business; that is, until someone called “Liam” has to come in, dragging his friend on the back of a bet. And, really, Zayn didn’t stand a chance.

Do you have to let it linger?

“We’re married, I swear. It sounds crazy but we are. I was in 2020, and then I woke up back in 2010 and life is very different but there has to be a reason why I found you again, right? Please, listen to me.” Zayn pleads while Liam looks freaked out, “Uhh, sorry mate, but I don’t even know you, you must’ve gotten me wrong for some other bloke.”

between the past and future (we’ll find a forever)

❝ He feels like he isn’t doing it for Zayn anymore, because the interest in his mind starts building a tower for itself and he brings himself not to mind anymore. ❞or where Liam and Zayn fall in love over Bollywood-y things.

Start again

This last 18 months have all been about endings and not just temporary endings, permanent change and Liam just wants to feel like the ground isn’t quicksand under his feet anymore.A story where Liam’s parents head for Australia leaving him with no choice but to find a nanny to help him take care of Hannah. This is what happens next.

Swipe Right

Liam, 26
less than a mile away
“Daddy gets high, but daddy takes care of business"Or the one where zayn gets out of a relationship and decides to try out tinder and meets the one and only Liam Payne.

words will be just words till you bring them to life

He lived in a world where people are born inked with words forearms and wrists. Words that have meaning and reason. The first words your soulmate directs at you.
(Or alternatively, just another soulmate AU)

Tattoos and Superheros

Inspired by this tumblr post:
"AU where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo. Every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (not necessarily soulmates, just who you fall in love with)."Zayn Malik, who only has one tattoo on his body that wasn’t his own, and that was enough. He didn’t need anymore than that, it was difficult enough the first time.Liam Payne, the popstar who falls in love too easily, whose body is scattered with tattoos.So what happens when they meet and find a new tattoo on each of their bodies? I blame the Superhero Incident.

Pup Fiction

The lives of two dads, a baby, and a puppy intertwine in a (short) tale of giggling and yapping.–
It’s entertaining to the point of Zayn belatedly realising he’s no longer behind Liam. Instead, he now watches the adorable ‘massacre’ from Liam’s lap, soothed by a gentle warm hand on his back. Gentle circles on the small of his back underneath his shirt. This is certain to make him melt every time."It’s cute, but— we’re watching this 'cos…?”“Obvious, innit?” Liam grins, eyes crinkling up as his whole face lights up with excitement. “Alim’s getting his own dog."Well, Zayn can’t say he saw this one coming.
– Or the one where Zayn should learn how to say 'no’ to Liam.

Zayn, The wonder photographer

“you killed could you do that? I thought we were brothers man.”

Thirst Has No Curfew

Zayn and Liam have a Halloween movie night, but an innocent night turns into something else.

They don’t know we know

Inspired by the Friends episode “The one where everyone finds out.”Liam and Zayn decide to see how long it takes the other boys to figure out they’re together, added to them not allowed to leave their hotel, turns into a battle to see who wins.They don’t know that we know that they know that we know.

I thank God you came (how many more days could I wait?)

Four years ago, Hawkeye saved the Black Widow. Now Zayn has to save Liam.

Zayn + Liam [Romeo and Juliet au]

Romeo and Juliet, their love story is one of the most told around the world, except, aren’t love stories supposed to end with happily ever afters?So what happens when Zayn Malik, son of one of the most well known and richest CEOs in London, falls in love with the son of his father’s rival, Liam Payne?Will their love story end like Romeo and Juliet’s, with poison and blood, or will theirs be different?

Just a four letter word

Zayn’s fine living in this world where love’s unspoken. Not allowed.Till he’s not.

The Money Maker

a fake relationship AU where Zayn struggles to hide his fond for Liam, and maybe–just maybe–Liam has the same problem with Zayn

Sink or swim

Zayn hates swimming pools. He has to go pick up his daughter from one, when he sees her swimming teacher, he may just forget how much he hates them.(a prompt fill from Tumblr for Single Dad/Teacher AU. and another exercise in how I can’t come up with titles for love nor money)

Cupcakes & Confessions

Ethan giggled at that, pressing his little fingers into Zayn’s beard. “Your kisses tickle, papa!”Zayn froze, his lips on the tip of Ethan’s nose. He and Liam had only been together a few months, and Ethan routinely called him ‘Zee’……so this? This was new.

Leave The Past Behind 

Apart from a failed relationship and a secret that he’s not sharing with anyone, Liam likes his orderly life just fine. Zayn hates people like Liam and when a chance encounter throws them together, neither of them are prepared for what follows.

Every Day With You

Liam and Zayn have been married for years, and have three beautiful sons. Liam works from home to take care of the house and the kids, while Zayn spends all of his time working. Dealing with an angsty teenager, a hyper 7 year old, and a quickly growing toddler (mostly) alone is dragging him down to a place he hasn’t been since before he and Zayn met. At least their dog is cute.

Let’s kiss a little instead

Zayn and Liam are the world’s best football players and they both play for opposite teams. Zayn had a hard time growing up and struggles a lot with anxiety and pressure problems and he hates Liam for always being cool and chill and perfect. So when the two rivals finally meet, things go down a completely different road than Zayn had expected.

Temporary Fix

Liam’s boyfriend recently broke up with her and Zayn decides to have a girls night in… just one tender touch leads to a passionate night and Liam can’t help but wonder if this temporary fix can solve her heartache.

Begin Again

Zayn watches Liam everyday on the bus, he has a sketch pad full of drawings, half written songs about the boy with the brown eyes but absolutely no desire to get his heart broken again.

Nobody Compares


I don’t want to be without you anymore

They broke up. He’s broken.


In which Liam’s girlfriend of 2 years breaks up with him, leaving him an absolute pathetic, wreck, so his friends [Niall, Harry, Louis, and Zayn] take it upon themselves to take him out to a club after weeks of solitude.While they’re there, Zayn unknowingly helps Liam hook up with a girl, which results in Liam begging Zayn to be his wingman and help him hook up with anyone he deems worthy.Zayn agrees [sort of], but unbeknownst to Liam, there’s just a faint problem.Zayn is helplessly, irrevocably, and unbelievably in love with Liam.

Shades of Blue

The moment the sentence drops on the table he notices the way Liam starts to shake before he’s looking into his eyes with this incredulous look on his face. “You’d want that?” He heaves out his tone almost bewildered.
Zayn just grabs his fingers under the table and presses. “If I didn’t – you’d know by now I wouldn’t have stuck around.”
“But you’re so – I don’t really know how to put it – just –”
“Shush it.” He orders maybe a bit too harshly. “You’re one of the best things that have entered my life since she left it. Kiss me.”
He watches as Liam’s eyes divert towards the girls lost in the tablet Liam handed Vi in the car. “Kiss me.” He says again. “From the look of them, they’ll be just fine with the news.”

I Like the Color Red, So I Let It Bleed

(Or the one where Zayn is not interested in thinking about the consequences of making Liam his).

We Are The Worst

Liam and Zayn meet up on Grindr and screw it up the first time. Niall wants to rectify that.

Never Gonna Wanna Let Me Go

Zayn Malik is one of the highest paid escorts in London. He’s good at his job, he knows this. But it’s not his chosen field, it’s easy money so he can have a chance to pursue his chosen field without becoming homeless. His employer Caroline has many rules to keep him safe but Zayn only has one ‘Don’t Get Attached’. Of course, there was always going to be one, the guy who would come in to the picture and make Zayn’s easy job almost impossible.

Guess I always push my luck when I’m with you 

the Tinder AU nobody asked for. 

When I’m with you

They’ve been pushing their luck since the day they met, difference is they do it together.This is canon but of course AU. The lead up to the kiss in 2014 at the NRJs.

amentation (MCD)

What is grief? In technical terms, it is a multifaceted response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died, to which a bond or affection was formed. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, it also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, and philosophical dimensions. My mum likes to say that grief is the invisible anchor that has kept me in my bed, too weary to properly function. Grief is what cause people to look at me strangely when I suddenly can’t breathe because I saw something that forced me to think of him. It shouldn’t be this hard. He was just a boy. A boy with freckled cheeks that crinkled by his eyes every time his frown that would curve upwards and instantly have everyone surrounding him grinning too. To me, grief had very little similiarities to what I have been going through since the day his mum called mine with news that would change my life forever.


Liam’s been blind since he’s eight, and he’s now twenty three. Zayn’s a painter who plays his music too loud, and always wears a collogne that sticks in the hallways. Liam has an imaginative mind, and Zayn has the brushes to paint it. They help each other out.


Zayn and Liam are two complicated and slightly dysfunctional people trying to craft an uncomplicated and functional relationship.


Basically, I wrote this for the first round of the 1D Lyric Wheel on tumblr.
I got Happily and it ends up with poor Liam getting drunk because Zayn goes on a date with someone else.

We came all this way (but now comes the day to bid you farewell)

my angsty take on the "come on then, come on” kiss.

Let’s Be Alone Together

maybe in the end it doesn’t matter so much where you end up, as long as you aren’t alone.

My Bestfriend’s Wedding

Zayn’s getting married.

so come on give me a taste

Liam gets really drunk and when he’s drunk he gets horny.

this dawn monologue

for the first time in a while, zayn allows himself to crumble.

Beyond the sea

This story is played in the mid 19th.. Zayn, Louis and Niall are pirate friends and their captain is Louis. Harry is a British nobleman who will join in by a few chapters.. And the major character is Liam, the captain of a birtish navy ship.
All of them will eventually get together, with Some accidents..

a solid thousand percent

ziam coffee shop au.

chasing something in the night

Another drabble from the SPN universe. I have so many head canons. So many.

sequel  from we’re riding out tonight to case the promised land

A Pirate’s Love for me

In the early 19th century, The two most prestigious packs of London, the Paynes and Maliks hate each other guts. So The Alpha king, who was mostly a peaceful man decided to have an end to this feud by tying an Alpha with an omega of the other pack. Once this agreement achieved the couple would get a tempting prize, but would the two families allow the chosen couple to have some peace?

Truly, STAR WARS is the feelings hell that never ends, everything just makes it better/worse. I just have so many feelings about these characters and I’m going to work it out by reading a bunch of fic that gives me more feelings, I feel this is a plan Anakin Skywalker would approve of.  (Fic recs every Wednesday.)

Life And What Comes After by Ibelin, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 32.6k wip
   Obi-Wan dies on Jabiim. Anakin blames himself, doesn’t know how to go on and yet - he does. Maybe the Force rewards that kind of thing, or maybe he just gets lucky, but when a mission lands Anakin on a vaguely familiar planet, he gets a second chance to do what he knows he should have done in the first place: save his master.
TDPL Snippet - Leia and Obi-Wan by delicatefury, obi-wan & leia, 1.9k
   In honor of Carrie Fisher, here’s the first Leia POV scene I wrote for The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars.
TDPL snippet - The Padawan Discussion, round 2. by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke, 2.4k
   “I know… I know I made a big deal about being a Jedi like my Father,” Luke beings. “And I’m not taking it back,” he hastens to add. “I wanted to be a Jedi at first because he was. I guess I just wanted to know him in someway. But I didn’t wanna be a Jedi like my Father, y’know?
The Cruelest Cut by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin, 4k
   An alternative take on Clone Wars episode 4.22 “Revenge”. What if instead of Ventress, it was Anakin who showed up to help Obi-Wan? In other words, our boys fight some monsters and then annoy the hell out of each other.
anything for you by hk47, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, modern au, 2.1k
   sometimes you send a casual sext and you get a lot more than you bargained for, and sometimes that’s exactly what you want.
Seed by bell (bellaboo), obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme, NSFW, 44k
   When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.
prompt: wingman by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & cast, human au, nsfw, 1.1k
   Prompt: We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other, let’s bang it out AU
prompt: love letter by Glare, obi-wan/anakin, human au, 1.9k
   Prompt: I gave you the most heartfelt love letter, but you gave it back to me with spelling and punctuation corrections!?
Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & padme & ahsoka & palpatine & cody & cast, ~30k wip
   or: “Obi-Wan’s Life Gets Worse (Though It’s Not As Bad As It Could’ve Been)”
(trying to be) less volatile, less violent by QueenWithABeeThrone, anakin/thor & darcy & cast, 9.5k
   or: Anakin Skywalker, Darcy Lewis, and the time they hit a guy with their car.
a leak in last night’s dream by QueenWithABeeThrone, anakin/thor & darcy & ahsoka & cast, 14.8k
   or: Anakin Skywalker gets possessed, gets kidnapped to Asgard, and accidentally gets his memory back. meanwhile, Darcy Lewis wrestles with missed calls and flirts with a mysterious new intern. it’d be a normal week, except for Thor and her missing boss.
bring only what you must carry by QueenWithABeeThrone, anakin/thor & ahsoka/darcy & cast, 22.2k
   or: Anakin Skywalker starts the long path to redemption and takes three steps back, but manages to punch a god in the face along the way. Darcy Lewis falls in love and gets shit on by birds. a world is saved.
sometimes the smallest things weigh us down by QueenWithABeeThrone, anakin & darcy/ahsoka & obi-wan & selvig & cast, 9.9k
   “I just thought you were a closet Star Wars fan who had funky powers,” says Darcy. “Not, like, Darth Vader, that’s a whole different ball game.”
Drowned in Moonlight by scarletjedi, anakin & leia & cast, 3k
   Leia Dies. What, like that was going to stop her?
This Makes You Mine by temple_mistress, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 3.5k
   Anakin needs help remembering a lesson, and Obi-Wan is more than willing to teach.

full details + recs under the cut!

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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Deskmate!Wonwoo

Request: When you and Wonwoo start dating to show their best friends that they can be together, too.
Requested by: 15-stars
Word Count: 2,893 
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None

A/N: So according to wonwooed, a drabble is equivalent to 3109845805 words, please forgive her.

In honour of Jeon Wonwoo’s 21st birthday. Please continue to stay healthy, happy and I’ll look forward to the day where I can see you cracking your old dad/grandpa jokes slay the stage again.


Originally posted by wonwomin

You both started off as classmates.

He had slipped into the seat next to you on the first day of school in History class and introduces himself as Jeon Wonwoo, extending his arm out for a friendly handshake, his hand easily dwarfing your own.

You take a liking to him immediately, noting his slim, round glasses set on his prominent, high cheekbones, his jawline defined and looked like it was intricately carved by the gods themselves. He was quiet and hardly spoke a word throughout the lecture, his eyes narrowed in concentration at the teacher’s words that had faded into a monotonous drone long ago.

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Because I Want You

Inspired by this post. 

lucayacanons They end up being the couple that are really lowkey. you never know how nice they are to each other when they’re laying down on Lucas’ bed listening to possibly the only band either of them likes with an untouched pizza on the edge of the bed that Lucas had his mom order. you never see them kiss or hug or anything in public because they save doing all that for the simple yet thrilling nights in the southern boys room 

And this prompt: art class, everyone is drawing the person sitting in the middle that there suppose too. But Maya is Maya and doesn’t wanna. Somehow without realizing it she starts drawing Lucas. It was out of habit, she does when she gets bored. & I think you could turn it into an amazing thing with your awesome writing

(Thank you Nonnie for your lovely compliment, it made me feel a little bit better considering how sick I’m feeling.)

Okay, so from these two things I put together:

So what if no one knows that Maya and Lucas are dating until they start trying to set the two of them up?

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