take a fall all the way to hell

have you ever been in love? - reggie mantle

word count: 2.328 (oops)

warnings: swearing, i mention death like once

plot: a quiz about love makes reggie think about you

a/n: plot was inspired by this . i wanted to write something short and cute and now it’s 3am and i wrote this long ass thing

part 2

“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d give you all a short, small quiz!”

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke around.”

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Dullahan Boyfriend

I was commissioned by @breedingomega to write a story of my choosing! So I finally got to write my dullahan story that’s been rattling around forever! I know you guys will all enjoy!

You’ve taken over the small shop your aunt used to own. She gave it to you when she retired, hoping to keep it in the family rather than sell it off. You’ve moved into the apartment above it and you’re getting used to the sleepy town you now call home.

Your shop is busy in the mornings. All you usual clientele get up at the crack of dawn. All the old people come in and buy their wares then leave. The rest of the day you’re rather bored. You go through the inventory of the shop. Read books on the shelves. You often find yourself staring listlessly out the window. The shop faces a decaying cemetery and the ruins of an abandoned church.

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4x01 “Lazarus Rising”
“Dean Winchester is saved.”

This will just hands down always remain one of the most epic moments of “Supernatural” to me, because there is so much to love about this scene in which Dean diggs himself out of his grave (and damn yes if the Doc Benton episode in S3 didn’t serve as a massive set up here). The way he struggles, but manages to pull himself out and then falls on his back and just stays like that for a while just breathing. I mean, this is the first time in 40 years that Dean (technically his soul, but you know what I mean…) at that point has probably filled his lungs with fresh oxygen (and not just sulfur stained air of Hell) and it’s likely the first time in 40 years that he has seen the sun, that he has seen green, nature. And that alone must be extremely much to take in. Now imagine all that, but when you finally open your eyes and look around you find yourself at the center of destruction, a place in the middle of nowhere that looks like a nuke went off, that nuke possibly being connected to you. So yes, I love how you can see all that on Dean’s face. The relief of breathing, of managing to escape that coffin prison - though I think at that point he may well believe that this could be just a trick played on him by Alistair or whoever else as a means to torture him some more when he realizes that he isn’t actually “saved”. You can see that bit of weariness and uncertainty in his eyes and then when he see the destruction, when it seeps in that this amount of power displayed on that field without a doubt is connected to himself and who/what raised him and then you can see that it does indeed trouble Dean quite a bit. And yeah, last but not least - and yes of course I had to mention this as I have an obsession with it, you guys know… lol - the upwards zoom is just genious and is one more major moment of many throughout the series framing Dean not just as the “righteous man”, but more so a “christ figure”.

Black Cats and Croissants

Here is the commission I did for the wonderfully amazing  @squirrellygirlart !!!!

You have her to thank for this lovely piece!!! This was honestly so much fun to write I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have ^_^

WARNING: There is some SIN- but I will warn you beforehand and mark where it ends as well.

Chat’s week wasn’t going very well. The boy had been run ragged with photo shoots and akuma attacks. And with the new diet his father had him on he was absolutely starving! ‘It’s almost swimsuit season Adrien,’ His father had said. Hungry and exhausted Chat was not up for another akuma attack, let alone one against Marinette.

It had all started with Chloe (didn’t it always?) Marinette, sweet, kind Marinette who’s parents made the best pastries Adrien had ever tasted, had brought croissants to school for her friends. She looked about as tired as he felt but despite that she smiled as she went to give her friends the sweet buttery gift. Adrien was certain he could hear his own heart break when Chloe came barreling in, knocking Marinette and the delicate pastries to the ground. Chloe smirked down at Marinette as she made a point of walking across the breaded treats, squashing them beneath her feet. Marinette’s face flushed red with anger as she stood with her hands in shaking fists at her sides. Marinette opened her mouth and a loud long irritating noise covered her words from Adrien’s ears. The long drawn out noise was Nino making a constant high pitched hum as he covered Adrien’s ears with his hands. Marinette’s words weren’t for innocent ears, he had told Adrien later on. Whatever Marinette had said landed her in the headmaster’s office where she was sent home from school suspended from the rest of the day’s classes. From then on Adrien had been traipsing across the city as Chat Noir chasing after a very angry akumatized Marinette.

“Princess I know you’ve had a crumby day but you’re batter than this,” Chat chuckled to himself as he dodged another croissant heading towards his head.

“Enough with the puns!” Marinette shouted in irritation sending more croissants sailing his way.

“Aw Princess I know you don’t knead that,” Chat snickered before a buttery croissant landed smack dab in the middle of his mouth. Chat hummed in delight his stomach growling in response.

“And stop calling me Princess!” Marinette hissed. She was dressed in a black and purple apron wielding a large purple spoon in her hands, purple cake batter splattered across one of her cheeks. She was the least intimidating akuma Chat had ever seen.

“Well you didn’t like muffin or cupcake, I’m running out of nicknames here,” Chat complained taking the croissant reluctantly from his mouth.

“Stop with the nicknames,” Marinette shouted throwing another croissant his way. This time Chat snatched the breaded delicacy out of the air and began stuffing it in the slim pockets of his suit.

You’re pathetic, Plagg’s voice sighed in his head.

Hey, don’t judge me I’m starving here! Adrien snapped back.

“You need a name sweet stuff.” Chat smirked. A croissant bounced off his head. “Okay you don’t like that one, how about…” Chat snapped his fingers a cheshire grin spreading across his face. “Pastry Princess!” Chat purred.

Marinette gave him a deadpan look. Chat opened his mouth to say something else but before the words fell past his lips a cupcake the size of a car landed on top of him. Chat popped his head out the top. Sticky frosting slid down his face and clumped in his hair.

“I take it you like your new name,” Chat cooed. Marinette gave him an irritated look as she hopped over to the next rooftop leaving Chat in his cupcake prison. It was surprisingly difficult to move within the dense cake. Worried Marinette might get away, and with no Ladybug in sight to come to his aid, Chat summoned his cataclysm and let the cupcake disintegrate around his feet. It was a shame he lacked the time to eat through the sweet instead. His stomach grumbled in agreement.

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Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play


Pairing: Jungkook/Reader


You: The leader of a mafia organisation. 

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by pjmjjk

Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time. 

His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.    

On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep? 

Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.

Originally posted by jjks

Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.

The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house. 

You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?


The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.

K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right? 

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.


No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears. 

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!


He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.


Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more. 

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far

And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you. 

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

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Three

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

Originally posted by frozen-delight


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean cleared his throat before he shook his head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did Dean Winchester just call you his girl?!  

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

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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.

Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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memories 01. i don’t know if this is reality or a dream.

he grips the railing, metal kissing his bruises bittersweet. he stops. 


he looks off, sharp eyes gauging  hesitance in jin’s soft muted gaze, the warmth of his brown eyes soon replaced by film and hard glass, and it sets him back on course.


taehyung closes his eyes and leans forward, the adrenaline in his chest relieved by the sudden weightlessness caught between his heels. he inhales the pinks and oranges of the sky, the waning sun caught between his lips, and for very first time, he soars. he soars far above the ground, above the grass, above jin, and far beyond the dredges of reality he’d been grounded to for so long (and for much too long). and he keeps soaring, suspended in the silence of his chaotic headspace, soaring even farther, even as gravity tugs down his sleeves and begs at his feet.

jin watches, head booming with applause and excitement. the voices holler and cheer, ghosting whispers in his ears, knowing too well of their fixation towards the descending figure before him, as they clap-!  whoop-!  scream–!

but taehyung hears nothing. he doesn’t hear the chorus of gasps when he falls, he doesn’t hear the hurrahs, the satisfaction of having a full audience. he can only sense. sense a blank stare watching him through false mirrors and still windows. sense the impending fruit of his fall. he can sense gravity dragging plastic and glass from shaking hands to shatter on concrete as it drags him whole into the mouth of the tide, pulling jin and his illusions to drown with him.

to taehyung, the world is quiet.

let’s be        
             he smiles.        
                               young forever.

( awake!au by @caramoccii |  memories:
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change pronouns and such as needed ( tw death, tw suicide, tw gore)

❝ We are so far from you. ❞
❝ So long and goodnight. ❞
❝ Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? ❞
❝ Well, I’ve been holding on tonight. ❞
❝ Can you hear me? Are you near me? ❞
❝ If you carry on this way things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again. ❞
❝ Burning on, just like the match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know. ❞

❝ Do you care at all? ❞
❝ What’d you call me? ❞
❝ Can we settle up the score? ❞
❝ We are young and we don’t care. ❞
❝ Well, I’m a total wreck almost every day. ❞
❝ Well, there’s no way I’m kissing that guy! ❞
❝ This is how we like to do it in the murder scene. ❞
❝ We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives. ❞
❝ Go on live your life but I miss you more than I did yesterday. ❞
❝ Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. ❞
❝ So c'mon show me how ‘cause I mean this more than words can ever say. ❞
❝ Well, don’t I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own? ❞ 

❝ Let’s go down! ❞
❝ Increase the medication. ❞
❝ Share the vows at the wake. ❞
❝ He doesn’t have many friends. ❞
❝ Would you carry me to the end? ❞
❝ If you marry me would you bury me? ❞
❝ Walk away from the choice you made. ❞
❝ He calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb. ❞
❝ Send my resignation to the bride and the groom. ❞
❝ He’s always choking from the stench and the fumes. ❞
❝ She’s got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz. ❞
❝ Say goodbye to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank. ❞ 

❝ Well, I miss my mom. ❞
❝ I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Life is but a dream for the dead. ❞
❝ Your life will never be the same. ❞
❝ Come with your arms raised high! ❞
❝ Well, they’re never going to get me. ❞
❝ On your mother’s eyes, say a prayer. ❞
❝ We’re just two men as God had made us. ❞
❝ Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I’ve seen. ❞
❝ Too much, too late, or just not enough of this. ❞
❝ They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost. ❞
❝ I won’t go down by myself but I’ll go down with my friends. ❞
❝ Nobody cares if you’re losing yourself. Am I losing myself? ❞
❝ Pain in my heart for your dying wish, I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Will they give me the chair, or lethal injection, or swing from a rope? ❞ 

❝ I’m okay. ❞
❝ I’m not okay. ❞
❝ I’m not o-fucking-kay. ❞
❝ I mean this, I’m okay! ❞
❝ I held you close as we both shook. ❞
❝ For the last time, take a good hard look. ❞
❝ Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say. ❞
❝ What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems? ❞
❝ You really need to listen to me because I’m telling you the truth. ❞
❝ You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed. ❞
❝ Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? ❞
❝ I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means. ❞

❝ I remember now. ❞
❝ If I died, we’d be together. ❞
❝ You are never coming home. ❞
❝ I never said I’d lie and wait forever. ❞
❝ At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. ❞
❝ I can’t always just forget her but she could try. ❞
❝ Ever get the feeling that you’re never all alone? ❞
❝ For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me. ❞
❝ All the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever… ❞

❝ It gives the blind sight. ❞
❝ I’d like to learn your name. ❞
❝ Well, I hope you do the same. ❞
❝ It’s just the hardest part of living. ❞
❝ For the last night I lie could I lie with you? ❞
❝ I’m just the worst kind of guy to argue with. ❞
❝ Slip into the tragedy, you’ve spun this chamber dry. ❞

❝ You never had a chance. ❞
❝ Hallelujah, lock and load. ❞
❝ Just give me what I need. ❞
❝ You’ll never make me leave. ❞
❝ What’s life like, bleeding on the floor? ❞
❝ If this is what you want then fire at will. ❞
❝ Love is the red rose on your coffin door. ❞
❝ I’m just the way that the doctor made me. ❞
❝ Preach all you want but who’s going to save me. ❞
❝ Give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. ❞
❝ You’re running after something that you’ll never kill. ❞
❝ So give me all your poison and give me all your pills. ❞
❝ Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand a pretty face. ❞
❝ You want to follow something? Give me a better cause to lead. ❞

❝ Would I lie to you? ❞
❝ Bury me and fade to black. ❞
❝ That girl’s not right in the brain. ❞
❝ Well, I’ve got something to say. ❞
❝ Don’t stop if I fall and don’t look back. ❞
❝ Get your gun and meet me by the door. ❞
❝ After all is said and done, climb out from the pine box. ❞
❝ Would I die for you? Well, here’s your answer in spades. ❞

❝ I’ve lost my fear of falling. ❞
❝ Would you kill me in my sleep. ❞
❝ I’m taking back the life you stole. ❞
❝ You told me this gets harder. Well, it did. ❞
❝ Just you and I your starless eyes remain. ❞
❝ Do you remember that day when we met? ❞
❝ You’re running out of places to hide from me. ❞
❝ When you go just know that I will remember you. ❞
❝ You get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime. ❞
❝ Promise me that when I’m gone you’ll kill my enemies. ❞
❝ I’m coming back from the dead and I’ll take you home with me. ❞
❝ This hole you put me in wasn’t deep enough and I’m climbing out right now. ❞

❝ I won’t stop dying. ❞
❝ When will I miss you? ❞
❝ If you want, I’ll keep on crying. ❞
❝ Did you get what you deserve? ❞
❝ They found you on the bathroom floor. ❞
❝ It isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun. ❞
❝ Crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates. ❞

❝ But I lied. ❞
❝ Well, I tried. ❞
❝ We’re all dead now. ❞
❝ Can I meet you alone? ❞
❝ Clean me off. I’m so dirty, babe. ❞
❝ Just get in line and I’ll grieve you. ❞
❝ You can say a prayer if you need to. ❞
❝ Touched by angels though I fall out of grace. ❞
❝ We’ll all dance along to the tune of your death. ❞
❝ I can’t clean the blood off the sheets in my bed. ❞
❝ They gave us two shots to the back of the head. ❞
❝ It ain’t the money and it sure as hell ain’t just for the fame. ❞
❝ Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets. ❞
❝ I’m so dirty, the kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes. ❞

Too Late Pt. 4

Originally posted by ngocanne

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Alternate Ending

J-hope x Reader

Much Angst

A/N: AHHH I’m so happy to have gotten so much love for this story, thank you so much! I know a lot of you had your own ideas for the ending. I really hope you aren’t disappointed by what I wrote. I really apologize if you are! Thank you so much for supporting this story and I hope you like our future fics! Thank you! ~Yosei

Too Late Part 4:

        Bang! Bang! Bang!

        “Why do people insist on constantly knocking on my door? Taehyung, go answer it,” Yoongi groans, not wanting to get up.

        Taehyung doesn’t take his eyes off the TV. “It’s your house, you do it.”

        Yoongi mumbles something under his breath and stands up. He makes his way to the door and opens it up to find a broken looking Hoseok on his door step. Yoongi furrows his brows. “Hoseok? What is going on?”

        Hoseok looks down, his whole body trembling. “I-I was too late. S-She shut me out. For good.”

        Yoongi looks at Hoseok with no trace of emotion in his face. “Well that sucks.” He goes to shut the door

        “Hyung. Seriously?” Jungkook scolds Yoongi, gesturing to Hoseok who has tears falling from his face.

        Yoongi sighs and steps out of the way to let Hoseok through the door. Hoseok slowly walks to the couch and sits down with a pained look on his face. “I can’t believe after years of friendship, after waiting for me for 10 years, she’s really gone.” He holds his head in his hands. “I royally fucked up.” The boys strain to hear his muffled words.

        Jungkook gets up to sit next to Hoseok. He pats his shoulder. “It’s kind of hard for me to believe that she just said no. What did you say to her?”

        Hoseok peeks out the side of his hands. “Um I told her that I realized I loved her. That I dumped my girlfriend and found out she was cheating-”

        “Woah, your girlfriend was cheating?” Taehyung asks surprised.

        “You told Y/N you loved her and wanted to be with her because of your girlfriend cheating?!” Yoongi face palms. “You’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”

        Hoseok shakes his head. “No! That’s not what I meant at all. It just came out that way. I do love her and want to be with her, for real.”

        Yoongi groans and runs a hand through his hair. “Alright. I’ll help you,” Hoseok smiles gratefully. “But NOT for you. For Y/N, because she’s wasted her last 10 years on you and I’d hate to see that all go to waste.” Yoong snaps.

        Hoseok nods in understanding. “Thank you, Yoongi. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

        Yoongi grumbles. “Yeah, I’m not sure either. Just go home and get some sleep, I’ll call you in the morning. Y/N has her dance class tomorrow, I have an idea.”

        Hoseok nods in excitement. He thanks Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook and takes his leave. As soon as the door closes, Jungkook turns to Yoongi. “Yoongi-Hyung, you’re just going to help Hoseok win over the woman you love?”

        Yoongi chuckles awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I’d do anything to see Y/N happy.” He narrows his eyes at his two friends. “If any of you tell Hoseok how I feel, I’ll kill you.”

        “Namjoon, make sure you’re not so stiff. Loosen up your arms so you can make the move look more fluid.” You show him the move again. He nods and tries but end up smacking Jimin in the face.

        “Ouch! Hyung, why do you keep on hitting me?!” Jimin rubs his eye.

        Namjoon gives Jimin an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to.”

        Seokjin is doubled over, laughing. “God, you suck at dancing.”

        Namjoon glares at his oldest classmate. “You’re really not one to talk, Hyung,” he bites back.

        Seokjin gasps, holding a hand to his heart. “How dare you say the great Seokjin can’t dance! Peasants.”

        Jimin rolls his eyes and Namjoon sticks his tongue out at Seokjin, making you giggle. You smile at your students and friends. “You guys are too funny. Always knowing how to make me laugh.”

        “So when will Hoseok be able to come back and join us?” Jimin asks excitedly. Namjoon elbows him in the side. “Ow! What was that for?!” Namjoon points to you, watching as your smile disappears and your face falls.

        Jimin panics. “O-oh my God, I’m sorry! I forgot…”

        You give Jimin a strained smile. “I-it’s alright. It’s not your fault.”

        Namjoon tilts his head and walks up to you. “You never actually told us what happened, Y/N. If you need to talk about it, we’re here for you.”

        You smile back at Namjoon. “You’re really sweet. Maybe in the future, but right now I’d rather not think about.”

        Seokjin puts a hand to his chest and stretches out his other arm, like he’s about to receive Shakespeare. “Y/N, my love! Why don’t you go on a date with me, Mr. Worldwide Handsome!”

        You rolls your eyes and throw a sweat towel at him. “For the thousandth time, I’m not going on a date with you.” You laugh with the other two.

        You glance at the clock, the time reading half-past 6. “Holy shit, we went over the time. Sorry guys! I didn’t mean to keep you so long.”

        Jimin smiles so big, his eyes disappear. “Don’t be sorry! We love being here. Honestly I’d rather be here with you than anywhere else.” Both Namjoon and Seokjin nod in agreement.

        You giggle and throw your arms around your friends. “You guys are amazing. Thank you for always cheering me up. I’ll see you all tomorrow at 3pm on the dot!”

        The boys pick up their stuff and wave goodbye to you. Once they leave you sigh and slump down to the floor. You love your friends and are so glad to have them. Teaching them dance is one of the things that helps you rid your mind off the stress in your life. But now that they’re gone, all you can think about is one person. Hoseok.

        The more you think about him, the more you wonder if what you did was the right decision. He actually came to your house to confess to you. When he said those words, your heart soared. You’ve been waiting all these years to hear him say that. But once he mentioned his cheating ex, your fantasy about his confession had crashed and burned. You never thought your heart could be that crushed with just a few words.

        You rub your eyes, tears threatening to escape. You stand up and look at yourself in the mirror. What you see right now is someone who’s been broken into pieces. The light in your eyes has been dulled, the glow to your skin has paled, your movements have gone stiff. You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of these thoughts.

        You turn to the stereo next to you and turn on the CD. One of your favorite songs, Butterfly by BTS, starts playing. You start your fluid movements in time with the song. The more you dance, the more you lose yourself in the moment. The only thing on your mind is the melody of beautiful singing flowing through you.

        In the hallway to the dance studio, four pairs of eyes watch you secretly. They all stare in awe as you move to the music.

        “Wow, she really is amazing,” Jungkook breathes out.

        Hoseok, Taehyung and Yoongi nod in agreement. Hoseok sighs and slumps to the floor, banging his head against the wall.

        “She’s so perfect, she doesn’t deserve someone like me.” He mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else.

        Taehyung glances down at him. “You can say that again.”

        Yoongi knocks Taehyung upside the head, making him wince. “Shut up, you’re not helping.”

        Hoseok pulls himself up and peeks back through the window. He noticed your dancing has changed from slow, fluid ballet to more modern, contemporary motions.

        “How can I show her that I meant what I said?”

        “Well,” Yoongi starts. “You need to be honest with yourself. Y/N is someone who values honesty. You need to tell her exactly how you feel, to a T. As much as she may show a hard exterior, inside she’s fragile and sometimes a little naive. You’ve known her for so long, we all have. You may not know it, but you being yourself is what made her fall for you in the first place.” He speaks quietly, never taking his eyes off you.

        Hoseok watches Yoongi’s face as he speaks about you. He chuckles, making Yoongi glance over in confusion. “What?”

        “You love her too, huh.”

        Yoongi growls and slaps both Jungkook and Taehyung on the back of the head, making them yelp. “What the hell was that for?!” They loudly whisper at the same time.

        “I told you not to say anything to him!”

        Hoseok laughs, “they didn’t tell me anything, Hyung. They didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face and in the way you speak about her.”

        Yoongi’s face turns bright red and turns his attention back to you. Hoseok tilts his head.

        “Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

        Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. “I know her feelings aren’t for me, but for you. I’ve always known. And as much as I wish she could look at me the way she looks at you, I’m content on protecting her as her best friend.”

        Hoseok looks at Yoongi in adoration, “you really are a great person, Yoongi. She would be lucky to have you.”

        Yoongi snorts. “Yeah, well, you better go get her before I change my mind and make a move.”

        Hoseok stands up, with more confidence. “I’ll get her back. And I promise I won’t hurt her again.”

        Yoongi glares at Hoseok. “You better not. This is your last chance. If you hurt her again, I’ll make her mine.”

        Hoseok sticks his tongue out at Yoongi, who does it right back. He makes his way to the practice room door and slowly opens it. Suddenly the music reaches his ears. He watches you dance to BTS’ song Save Me. As he watches you move your body in sync to the music, it hits him like a train. He is in love with you. He has been in love with you for so long, he was an idiot for not seeing it. ‘I’m not going to screw this up.’

        The door closes behind him, making you immediately stop. You whirl around to see who had barged in on your practice. Your eyes widen when you see him.

        “Hoseok,” you breathe out. He was the last person you expected to walk through that door.

        “H-Hey, Y/N.” He awkwardly waves.

        “How long have you been standing there?

        He laughs shyly, “long enough. Wow, your dancing is amazing. I’ve missed seeing it.”

        You look down, your face turning red. “Why are you here?”

        He takes a step forward, “I’ve come here to apologize and get you back.”

        Your eyes shoot up to his, confused. “You what?”

        Hoseok continues walking towards you, making you step back. “I meant what I said yesterday, Y/N. I want to be with you. I love you.”

        You shake your head as your back hits the mirror. “You just wanted me because your girlfriend cheated and you didn’t want to be alone. You don’t actually love me.”

        Hoseok traps you against the mirror, an arm on either side of you. “Y/N, you never let me finish. The only reason I found out about her cheating is because I went to her house to break up with her.”

        You furrow your brows. “Y-You went to go break up with her?”

        Hoseok nods, his face moving closer to yours. “I promise you, you weren’t my backup. You’re the only one I want.” He closes the gap as his lips touch yours. The gentle kiss surprises you at first, but soon you melt into his soft lips.

        This is the moment. The moment you’ve waited so long for. The spark that you had expected was there. Your love for him ran stronger through your blood at the moment his lips touched yours.

        You whimper as he pulls away. “Hey, I wasn’t done,” you pout.

        He chuckles and runs a finger gently down your cheek, winking at you. “Don’t worry there is more time for that. Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

        “Hmmm,” you put on a thinking face. His anxiety rises, thinking maybe he was wrong and you don’t forgive him. But then he sees a smile tug on your lips and that’s when he knew that he had you.

        You hug him tightly. “Don’t hurt me again, please,” you whisper in his ear. 

        “I never will again,” he says, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Yoongi would kill me if I did.”

        Suddenly something comes to your mind. “Wait, how long have you been watching me dance? I know it doesn’t take that long for that damn door to close.” You narrow your eyes. Hoseok panics and his eyes dart to the hallway.

        You follow his line of sight to the practice room window to see three pairs of eyes peeking just above the wall. Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung’s eyes widen and they squat down, disappearing from view.

        “Do you think she saw us?” Taehyung asks, scared.

        “I don’t know, I don’t think so,” Jungkook tried to reassure.

        The three of them slowly rise to peek through the window again. After knowing you for so long, they’ve learned to read your lips. Yoongi immediately looks at your lips, which told Hoseok; “That reminds me, I’m going to kill them”. And he sees you head straight for the door.

        “Shit! She’s coming! Run!” Yoongi yells. Him, Jungkook and Taehyung jump up on their feet and scatter down the hall.

        You come out of the room and run after them. “Stop running! Get back here so I can kill you three!” you wave your fist in the air. “Just so you are aware, I know how to hide a body!”

        Jungkook glances at Yoongi, “man, she’s scarier than you.” He says, breathing hard.

        Yoongi laughs, “yeah, she really is.”

        The three boys laugh as they try to run away from you. You crack a smile too. 'Man, I really do have the best of friends.’

A//N: I’m forever 110% pure Yoongi trash, but I think Hobi deserves a chance ;) I hope you’re all not disappointed! Also, check out our other stories!


What’s the Record?

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Characters: Jensen x Reader 

Warnings: Fluffy, smutish

Word Count: 800

A/N: I needed to calm down after this Tuesday from HELL. The thought of having this happen after a day like today, enough to get me all kinds of needy. Hope you enjoy it. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. My apologies! I was also able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean. This is fic number TWENTY-THREE. The line, “What were you thinking, idiot?” was requested by @iwriteaboutdean. I altered a little to fit my purposes, so I hope you like. Sorry it has taken me so long!

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Rapheal x Chubby!Reader

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted anon! :) 

 11:00 pm standing in front of the mirror again for what seemed like ages, poking and prodding and the stomach you hated. Unlike the magazines and television models you had a bit more to your body then they did. As your eyes caught the “skinny” jeans laying in the corner of your room, a sigh of defeat escaped your lips. They were good jeans nothing was wrong with them except for the fact the sometimes it got difficult to fit into them comfortably.

 Personally you liked your leggings better, they fit snugly, they were soft and they didn’t make your thighs itch which nobody wanted. There was one downside to this all, they were the same pair of jeans that April owned and April was a goddess in most men’s eyes. Long legs, hour glass figure, clear complexion, could eat fast food for a year and not gain a single pound. That’s what you wanted so badly to be, especially when you caught Raphael’s longing stares in her direction and thin models on motorcycles posters strewn across his room. Even as Raph laid across the room in your bed you couldn’t help but think that he deserved more than you, someone who could defend themselves and fight for the little guy, someone who could charm her way into the room, who made everyone’s heads turn as she entered. Realizing to yourself that you had just described April you angrily tossed your damned jeans to the floor and kicked them swiftly under the bed, knocking over your chair in the process which startled Raphael awake.

 “Ya know I’m trying to sleep here…Eh babe what’s the matter?”

 “Absolutely nothing Raphael I’m perfectly freaking fine!”

 “Eh I highly doubt that doll”

 “Why me Raphael? Why have all this as a girlfriend, why not some thin stick like creature that you like so much?! What’s the point of dating me when you obviously don’t like what I look like, am I that bad that your just with me because you feel bad?!”

 “What the- HEY! Calm down y/n”

 “That’s rich coming from you Raph”

 “Nah what’s rich is how dumb your being, what. The hell do ya mean I don’t like how ya look? Ya think I’d enjoy someone else? Y/n what the shell’s gotten into you!”

 “Go be with April, she’s the better choice for you! God dammit Raph she’s everything you need and everything I’m not! Can’t you see? She can jump rooftops and fight the bad guys while still coming up with some sort of world saving plan and still look like she’s stepped out of a beauty salon! She’s miss perfect isn’t she? Rides motorcycles, takes long walks, kick boxes, she’s thin, she’s great at everything! I’m just not enough for you can’t you see! I’m just standing in your way of being happy for once! Leave me while you can Raph! Don’t pity me anymore.” “Y/n…baby c’mere”

 Raphael’s eyes softened as he realized what you were going on about, he hadn’t meant to cause you to feel this way. To him you are the most beautiful girl he’s ever met yea sure April was pretty but you were something else. You could belt out the lyrics to ever rock and roll song ever created, you weren’t afraid of taking one for the team, your laugh made him feel like that’s all he ever wanted. Wrapping you in his arms tightly even though you tried to squirm away wanting to scream out another round of angry words and hot tears falling down your face.

 “Doll, I’m gonna love ya until I can’t no more then I’m gonna love ya just the way ya are some more. I don’t need April by my side, hell I have my girl right here in my arms and there ain’t no way I’m letting her go. You’re beautiful baby and I don’t tell you it enough, I love gettin lost in your eyes and I love picking you up just to hear you laugh, I love your body babe, all the curves just make their more to love and there ain’t no way I would want anything less. I’m a frickin idiot for not telling you more baby, hell it takes a special kind of girl to wanna date a mutant turtle” 

 Your tears eventually turned into sniffles and your sniffles turned into a giggle as Raph made fun of himself. He smirked at your little laugh, kissing the top of your head.

 “That’s my girl, my beautiful girl”

 “I love you Raphie”

 “Yea you do, I love you to y/n more then ya know doll.”

 “I think I have a pretty good idea how much now!” 

 “Do me a favour doll, never doubt how beautiful ya are. I see in you everything I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t want it any other way. All I need is you, all I want is you, I don’t need no one else as long as I’ve got you. Short and chubby, tall and thin, I’m gonna love you no matter what. After all I’ve got some flaws that need work to, and your always there to give me an attitude check and to make me a better man…well better turtle. But ya know if you wanna learn how to box then I can teach you a few moves” 

 Curling into his arms just a little more you stood on your tip toes and gave Raph a long sweet kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his wrap tightly around your waist. There’s was nothing to be ashamed about, loving yourself was what was important. Even if you couldn’t do it now then at least you had Raph to help you along the way.

 Side note: everyone’s bodies are beautiful! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise either :)

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SHINee at the carnival?

wow i haven’t been to a carnival in YEARS, here you go anon!  💕


  • *is covered in powdered sugar* 
  • shinee: “wtf is all that” 
  • “………………” *swipes at mouth* “…cocaine” 


  • holding two puffs of pink cotton candy in his hands staring longingly at them 
  • he misses his pink hair!!!!!!!!!!
  • riding the viking is a must 
  • riding spinning teacups with taemin the manic speed demon was a MISTAKE (especially after the funnel cake and hot dogs he scarfed down) 
  • finds his way to the nearest garbage can asap 


  • “candy apples are unnecessarily difficult to eat” 
  • his face is smeared with red candy streaks 
  • takes one look at the ferris wheel and is like HELL no that thing is a breeze away from falling apart 
  • members manhandle him on while he tries to struggle in a dignified way but each of them are holding down a limb each and jesus HE’LL JUST WALK 
  • someone gave him this flamingo balloon hat  


  • losing all his money on those rigged basketball games
  • every time a member coaxes him away the caller says “nice try dude maybe next time” and he slams down another 5,000₩ and the cycle begins again (jonghyun: “c’mon minho a goldfish isn’t worth it” / IT’S NOT ABOUT THE GOLDFISH IT’S ABOUT MY PRIDE AS A MAN”) 
  • key buys him a goldfish after 
  • he named it shiny 


  • “where’s the dunk tank? don’t these things usually have a dunk tank?” 
  • laughing way too gleefully while playing the watergun games 
  • makes sound effects with his mouth 
  • top shelf prize top shelf prize 
  • picks a huge stuffed banana
  • gives it to minho
  • “there, there hyung” 
Post-Rescue Kara and Alex (on guilt and on love)

She flew Maggie there.

She could tell Maggie hated it.

She could tell Maggie wanted to throw up.

She could tell because she could hear Maggie’s heartbeat, she could feel Maggie’s stomach roiling.

She could tell because she wanted to throw up, too.

And when they found her?

When they found her, and she spilled out of the water, the longest moment of Kara’s entire life was the moment before Alex did the most beautiful thing Alex had ever done.


She’d held on.

She’d held on.

She’d held on.

And now Maggie was holding on to her, and Alex was holding on to Maggie, and Kara knows that this morning, she would have been jealous. This morning, she would have been territorial. This morning, she would have been angry.

Because this morning, Maggie was an arrogant cop who only barely deserved her sister.

But right now? Maggie is the woman who loves her sister so much that she saved her.


They saved her.


And Kara? Kara will never look at Maggie the same way again.

But she needs Alex. Just Alex. 

She needs her sister.

Because Alex is breathing, breathing, breathing, and they’re loading her onto a stretcher but Kara doesn’t want that. Kara just wants to fly her home, fly her home in her own arms, because she never wants Alex to leave her arms again.

And she doesn’t.

Because the medics must know.

They must know that if they try to pry either Maggie or Kara away from Alex’s barely conscious form, all hell will break loose.

So they work around the women.

The women who love her most in the world.

It takes hours for Alex to rouse from when she passes out on the way back to the DEO.

Hours during which James and Winn have to pry Kara from her side so she can eat, so she can rest, so she can breathe, breathe, breathe.

But only after, of course, they’ve done their share of touching her, of crying over her and pretending they’re not, of watching her chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall, because she’s only sleeping, only resting, not dead, not dead, very much not dead.

J’onn tries to reason with Maggie. James tries to reason with Maggie. Winn tries to reason with Maggie.

She won’t move from the room.

Kara decides that Alex is adequately protected.

So she lets Winn and James take her away, take her to get out of her suit, to shower, to eat, to try, just for a moment, to breathe.

And when she checks in on her sister less than an hour later – they couldn’t keep her (or themselves) away longer than that – she’s awake, and she’s busy.

Busy making out with the woman who loves her, busy wiping tears from Maggie’s eyes, from her own eyes, in between open mouthed kisses, in between foreheads pressed against each other and I love yous whispered over and over and over again.

Kara smiles, and Kara nods, and Kara waits.

She waits, and she waits, and she waits, and she wonders vaguely how someone who just nearly drowned can possibly kiss someone for that long, but then again, if anyone can figure out a way, it’s her sister. 

Her sister who’s alive, alive, alive.

“Kara,” she hears, and Alex’s voice is weak. Weak and somehow strong at the same time.

Weak with exhaustion and weak with tears and weak with something that sounds an awful lot like happiness. Like relief. Like being alive, alive, alive.

She crosses into the room so fast it blows Maggie’s hair back, blows Alex back with an oof onto the bed, and Kara apologizes desperately, but Alex just wheezes a laugh and pats the bed next to her. 

Maggie stands and then bends to kiss Alex’s hand – one knuckle at a time, slow, staring into her eyes the entire time, and Kara thinks with a jolt of Lena before shoving the thought away – and then she’s touching Kara’s shoulder, and she’s hesitating, and she’s leaning down to kiss Kara’s cheek for a long, lingering moment.

“Thank you, Kara,” she whispers, and Kara splutters.

“For what?”

“For bringing her back to us.”

“Maggie, you – “

But Maggie just puts her finger on Kara’s lip affectionately and makes to leave. “Spend time with your sister, Little Danvers. I’ll go get extra potstickers for when you inevitably need to refuel.”

Alex laughs softly. “I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” she calls out as Maggie leaves.

Maggie stops full in her tracks, her smile too big for her face, for the room, for the world, for the universe.

“I love you, Alex Danvers.”

She leaves without another word, and Kara raises her eyebrows at her sister as she links their fingers together.

“Well that’s new.”

Alex shakes her head, still smiling like she didn’t just nearly die.

“No, it’s not. It’s just new to be saying it out loud.”

Kara smiles and leans down to kiss Alex’s face.

“I thought I lost you.” Her lips quake – her entire body quakes – against Alex’s forehead, and Alex raises her hands to hold her sister close to her.

“Can’t snag the title of only badass in the family that easy,” she quips, and Kara just sobs harder.

“It’s not funny, Alex.”

Her voice cracks, and Alex almost breaks.

“I know. I know. I know.”

“It was my fault,” Kara squeaks, her face now buried in Alex’s shoulder, her body shaking so uncontrollably she jolts up from the bed so she won’t accidentally break Alex’s bones.

So she won’t accidentally hurt her. Again, again, again.

Alex furrows her brow and tries to sit up.

“Kara, what – “

“All of it, it’s my fault! That he knew who I was, that he knew to target you! That… that you broke your arm. I broke your arm, Alex. And then I… the water, it…”


“You would have been fine, we would have worked it out, I… the water, you almost drowned, Alex, I can’t… I can’t imagine how scared you were, I… and that was my fault, Alex, mine, mine, and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, but I – “

“Kara, stop it. Please.”

“Alex, it’s all my – “

“Kara. Listen to me. Can you do that? For me? Please?” She sounds exhausted and she sounds exhilarated and she sounds worn out and she sounds alive, alive, alive. So Kara stops, and Kara worries at her lip, and Kara wrings her hands, and at Alex’s weakened beckoning, Kara sits.

“Kara, none of this was your fault. Okay? None of it. None. Not the plan, not the… the water…”

Kara shakes and starts to sob again, and Alex lays a hand on her thigh.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Remember… remember that surf competition, when I was a junior in high school?”

Kara adjusts her glasses and sighs out a soft laugh. “Yeah, you wiped out and nearly dr – oh. Oh.”

Alex grimaces, too, but she shakes her head. “When we were kids, I… what I thought about, then, was… was how much I wanted to tell you. About how you weren’t just… an annoyance, you weren’t a hindrance on my life. You weren’t a nuisance, you were… you were my everything. And you still are. Kara, I… this time?” 

Alex shudders and Kara knows there will be long nights, and there will be nightmares, and they will be so much different than after that surf competition, because that wasn’t deliberate and it wasn’t torture. Traumatizing. Very. But not… not this.

But Alex presses on, and Kara files it away for later.

“This time, I knew… I knew you know how much I love you. I knew you know… Kara, that was… short of hurting you, or threatening you, that was the scariest thing that anyone has ever done to me. But I… Kara, I would do it a thousand times, a million, more, if it was to protect you. If it was to keep you safe, keep you from being blackmailed like that again.”

She doesn’t say that next time, it could have been James. Winn. J’onn. Lena. Cat. Maggie. She doesn’t say any of it, because she can barely bring herself to think it.

All in all, she’s grateful.

Grateful it was her, not any of the other people Kara loves.

“Alex, I would never want you to – “

“I know. I know you wouldn’t, but Kara, I just… I love you. I love you, and I would do anything for you. But I don’t have to anymore, not right now. Because look! I’m safe, and I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Okay? I promise.”

Kara sobs again, and this time, when she curls down onto Alex’s chest, Alex sobs, too.

She breaks her promise when Maggie comes in and Kara shifts back out, to replenish the water she’d drained from her tear ducts onto Alex’s shirt, to try to stave off the brutal headache from her crying session.

She breaks her promise because she unleashes her puppy eyes on Maggie, and Maggie is helpless, and Maggie is all but forced to help her limp out of bed, and Kara can’t do anything but beam, because if the way Alex breaks her promise to not go anywhere is simply by stumbling away from her bed with her girlfriend’s strong, loving arms around her?

That’s something that Kara can definitely, definitely live with.

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Hey guys,I was wondering if you could rec some of your favourite underrated fics?Like,hidden gems?I understand that's a list that probably takes a while to make,so if you can't do that with all the work you've got its completely fine.Thanks for all you do!!

here are some fics i loved that have less than 300 kudos

stars go waltzing out by FreshBrains

Who am I?

Who are you?

Where am I?

It scared him when he asked himself those questions. It scared him shitless, because sometimes he didn’t know how to answer.

leave the lights on by memitims

“Do you believe in the one?” Steve asks.

in the land of the living by hitlikehammers

Trip remembers the Temple; the Chamber. Remembers the Obelisk. Remembers—

Well. Basically, Trip remembers more than enough to be real skeptical about how the hell he ended up here, after that.

Furrier Needed by bactaqueen

Steve comes home to Bucky wearing nothing but a fur coat.

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Ok but really, one thing I have yet to see is a non-irradiated junkrat who ends up still taking his love for explosives seriously and ends up becoming at least a part time demolitions expert. And maybe owns a mechanical shop, if his love of tinkering with things speaks for anything. Then there’s big bad biker Mako, referred to as Roadhog not only for his status within his gang, but also for his tenancy to scare the shit out of anyone who has to share the road with him. Well, turns out quite a lot of the members of Roadhog’s gang go to Junkrats shop when their bikes need work. Mako figures if they can trust this mechanic, he must be trustworthy, so he gives him the time of day when he needs work done. To say the least, Junkrat is not what he expects, but in a good way. They click after the first-time they meet, bonding over a love of bikes and a little destructive fun. Once Roadhog finds out Junkrat owns and rides a bike too, they start riding together all the time, and junkrat starts taking him along with him when he gets called to level a structure. They have fun doing wild shit together, grow close enough to trust each other with their troubles (maybe mako had a tragic backstory, how Junkrat lost his limbs, etc.) fall in love and raise hell as the baddest couple you’ve ever seen. The biker gang throws them this whole big ass party when the two get engaged. Civilians are terrified. Junkrat loves it. (Bonus points if it later comes to light that the gang totally messed with Roadhog’s bike and forcing him to get it fixed as a way of getting him and Junkrat together)

Taming The Brat

Okay so I was supposed to be finishing that Kookie request this weekend, and I’ve actually gotten pretty far into (it’s getting long in length *lol*) but I kept getting distracted by this Jaebum smut idea, probably all the fun research and sexual virgin tension proving difficult. Anyway I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so in the end I decided just to write it and get it out of my system so I can focus on the Jungkook smut and his innocent lady friend (for some reason I struggle to write an innocent girl, who woulda thunk?)

Small warning, this is probably the roughest and longest (I think) thing I’ve written so far (I still think it’s pretty tame in comparison to some but yeah, definitely the roughest I’ve written) and is basically a D/s AU that relates quite heavily to themes of masochism, so if that’s not your thing I really wouldn’t read this.

Genre: angst/smut - D/s!AU/BarOwner!AU
Requested: NO
Warnings: NSFW, alotta swearing, very minor slut shaming (like, twice?) BDSM/Masochism themes. Breath play. Not sure how rough but it’s the roughest thing I’ve written as of yet. Can’t think of anything else.

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.5.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9.1 | Pt.9.2 | Pt.10

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~ gif is a little too playful for the content but I like it, so…  The photo tho, I’m adding because add some rips in them Jeans and its pretty much how I was imagining him… Obviously feel free to picture whichever era you prefer ~

Envy is an affliction I suffer from often, it always has been, ever since I was young. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child, growing up spoilt with an endless supply of love and affection. Or maybe I’m just a natural born attention seeker, and I would have always been this way, whether or not I’d had a sibling to steal some of my spotlight. I’m just a wickedly envious person at heart, and I know that my Master is all too aware of that fact, so why my reaction to his news comes as a surprise is beyond my imagination.

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m agreeing to this, Im Jaebum!” I’m practically snarling as I stop my frantic pacing a few feet from where he leans against his desk. I stand with my arms folded, my nails digging into my palms, my hip jutting to the side in defiance. Everything about my body language screams bad attitude, and though this isn’t an uncommon occurrence for us, my bratty behaviour is normally performed with a playful air and a desired punishment in mind. Not tonight though, tonight I’m just plain livid.

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note: the ~first time~ featuring awkward-but-attentive!sasuke. warnings include not particularly graphic smut and generally uncomfortable chatter.

“why are you being weird?”

sakura manages to stop feeling shy and embarrassed for a moment, opting to make sasuke aware of her irritation. “i’m not being weird,” she says sweetly enough. unlike him, she’s aware of this intimate moment and what it means and she doesn’t want to ruin it by talking too much or saying something stupid or just, in general, being an ass.

sasuke rolls his eyes. his attitude and actions and words are all killing the mood, but sakura decides to just ignore him, pressing her lips back against his. 

but he’s weirdly chatty in this moment and counters, “yes, you are.”

finally sakura groans. “because this is the first time i’m like…” she waves a hand around the general expanse of her bare torso. “around you.”



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Too Late - Alternate Ending

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Alternate Ending

A/N: Surprise! Here’s the alternate ending for Too Late that you’ve all been waiting for! It’s kinda short and I used part of the other chapter but I’m actually pretty happy with it considering I suck at fluff lol. Enjoy! ~Yōsei

Too Late Alternate Ending:

        In the hallway to the dance studio, four pairs of eyes watch you secretly. They all stare in awe as you move to the music.

        “Wow, she really is amazing,” Jungkook breathes out.

        Hoseok, Taehyung and Yoongi nod in agreement. Hoseok sighs and slumps to the floor, banging his head against the wall.

        “She’s so perfect, she doesn’t deserve someone like me.” He mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else.

        Taehyung glances down at him. “You can say that again.”

        Yoongi knocks Taehyung upside the head, making him wince. “Shut up, you’re not helping.”

        Hoseok pulls himself up and peeks back through the window. He noticed your dancing has changed from slow, fluid ballet to more modern, contemporary motions.

        “How can I show her that I meant what I said?”

        “Well,” Yoongi starts. “You need to be honest with yourself. Y/N is someone who values honesty. You need to tell her exactly how you feel, to a T. As much as she may show a hard exterior, inside she’s fragile and sometimes a little naive. You’ve known her for so long, we all have. You may not know it, but you being yourself is what made her fall for you in the first place.” He speaks quietly, never taking his eyes off you.

        Hoseok watches Yoongi’s face as he speaks about you. He chuckles, making Yoongi glance over in confusion. “What?”

        “You love her too, huh.”

        Yoongi growls and slaps both Jungkook and Taehyung on the back of the head, making them yelp. “What the hell was that for?!” They loudly whisper at the same time.

        “I told you not to say anything to him!”

        Hoseok laughs, “they didn’t tell me anything, Hyung. It’s written all over your face and in the way you speak about her.”

        Yoongi’s face turns bright red and turns his attention back to you. Hoseok tilts his head.

        “Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

        Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. “I know her feelings aren’t for me, but for you. I’ve always known. And as much as I wish she could look at me the way she looks at you, I’m content on protecting her as her best friend.”

        Hoseok looks at Yoongi in adoration. “She would be really lucky to have you, Yoongi.” Hoseok is quiet for a moment, thoughts clouding his mind.

        “Well, if you’re going to go for it, do it now.” Yoongi encourages Hoseok.

        Hoseok looks at Yoongi, who is staring at you with pure love in his eyes. He knows how much Yoongi love you, how can he take that away from him? He knows what he needs to do.

        “You go,” Hoseok nudges Yoongi.

        Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook’s heads snap to Hoseok. “What?”

        Hoseok takes a deep breath. “You go to her. You need to tell her how you feel.”

        Yoongi’s eyes widen. “What are you doing? This is your chance to get her, go!”

        Hoseok smiles sadly at Yoongi, “no, it’s not my chance. This is your chance. Yoongi, you love her more than anything. It’s so clear. I don’t want to see you miserable and looking on at her and I, eventually hating us. I’d rather keep her and you as a best friend than for her to lose you. That would break her if she lost you. You’ve been there for her so much more than I have. You deserve her, not me.”

        Yoongi just stares at him wide eyed. Taehyung and Jungkook nod. “I’m sorry Yoongi, but I agree with Hoseok. You’ve loved her just as long as she loved Hoseok. You deserve a chance more than Hoseok does.” Taehyung looks past Yoongi to Hoseok. “Sorry hyung.”

        Hoseok chuckles, “no need. You’re right.”

        Yoongi shakes his head, anxiety raising. “No I can’t. She doesn’t love me. She loves you. Why would she agree to go out with me? I’m just her best friend!”

        “And that’s exactly how she felt about Hoseok and yet she still told him. If she can do that, so can you.” Jungkook grabs Yoongi’s hand to hoist him up. Yoongi tries to resist but being the golden maknae, he was much stronger.

        Yoongi was pulled up onto his feet. “Go,” Jungkook pushes him through the practice room doors.

        You hear the door burst open suddenly, making you stop and whirl around. “Oh! Hi Yoongi, what are you doing here?” You squint your eyes to see him sweating nervously and fidgeting with his hands. “Hey, are you okay?”

        You walk up to him and put your hand on his forehead. He flinches at your touch. “Yoongi, you feel a little warm. Are you sick? You should go rest!”

        “No!” He blurts out, shocking you from the sudden raise in his voice. He lowers his volume to normal. “I mean n-no, I’m alright. U-um I came here to talk to you about something.”

        You told your head, “oh yeah? What’s up?”

        He watches you tilt your head and almost melts with how cute you are. ‘Man, how am I going to do this!’

        “Um, I was wondering ifyouwouldgooutwithme…”

        You blink, “Yoongi, can you speak a little louder? You’re mumbling.”

        He glances back towards the window of the practice room. You follow his gaze to see three sets of eyes and three pairs of thumbs pop up from the bottom of the window. You raise an eyebrow.

        Yoongi nods and swallows the lump in his throat, turning back to you. “I-I was wondering i-if you would go out with?” He finally stammers out.

        Your eyes widen. But before you can say anything, he starts talking fast.

        “I-It’s okay if you don’t want to and I know you’re still in love with Hoseok and I totally understand that you wouldn’t love me like you love him-”


        “-so this was probably a stupid question to ask anyway and you really don’t have to ans…” he stops talking. “Wait, what?”

        You giggle at his cuteness. “I said yes. I would love to go out with you.”

        He freezes with a dumbfounded look on his face. “R-Really?” You nod,. “B-But what about Hoseok?”

        You sigh. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m over him because I’m not. Not yet anyway. But I’ve come to the realization a while ago that we were just meant to be best friends.” You blush at your next sentence. “Besides, you’ve always been the most amazing person to me. You’ve been there for me more than anyone else. And I also have always thought you were really cute…” you trail off, your face so red you have to hide it.

        Yoongi’s eyes widen. After taking in what you said, he smiles. “You’ll really give me a chance?”

        You take a few steps toward him, closing the gap.you take his hands in yours. “Yes, Yoongi. I’m giving you a chance.” you grin.

        His smile widens so much, you can see his gums. You love it when he smiles like that. He puts his arms around you and picks you up, twirling you around. You laugh at his actions and hold on tight. When he puts you down, he looks into your eyes. Looking back, you can see nothing but love and devotion deep within them. He goes to cup your cheek and kisses you softly on the lips, which you melt right into. After a few seconds, you pull apart. You giggle and hug him tightly one more time.

        You hear muffled yelling coming from out in the hallway. You look to see your three best friends cheering Yoongi on happily. Hoseok looks at you with a small smile and winks. You smile back at him and mouth 'thank you’. You’re so happy to have the friends you do. As much as you love Hoseok, you know Yoongi will do anything to make you happy and you have no doubt in your mind that you will fall completely in love with him.