take the bacon away from him

princess [draco malfoy]

request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:

word count: ~3700

a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3

summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)

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Opening the fridge door, Castiel froze as he realized that he had value. He wasn’t some expendable soldier, fodder for war and useless in peace time.

He wasn’t God’s tool; he wasn’t just something passing through time with nowhen to call home. He had a body, a real body, to call his own. He had a place to be.

Cas grabbed the eggs from the fridge and practically sauntered back to Dean, where he was finishing with the bacon in the frying pan.

Pecking him on the cheek and accepting the eggs, Dean expected Cas to walk away, to set the table or find drinks or just go somewhere else. When he didn’t go, Dean turned to him with a raised eyebrow in a silent question of why.

Simply smiling in return, Cas sighed lightly and settled into his posture next to Dean, looking content and natural.

Even just standing there, watching and taking up space, he was truly valued and he knew it.

I want to remember...

Summary: What if you wake up and can remember enough of what happened the night before to know that everything has changed, but still don’t know who made the first move? (just a little friends to lovers sexy times for your Saturday) AO3

She wakes up to the usual sounds of squealing brakes followed by impatient horn blasts, security gates rattling in their journey upwards, murmurs of cell phone calls and the occasional bark of a too small dog. The noises of the city around her never seem to change, even on a morning that feels like it should be different. She presses at the base of her neck to see if the skin there is raised, fingertips tracing the same pattern as his lips, his tongue, the coarse hairs of his chin. Scrunching her eyes ever more tightly closed, she tries to add clarity to images threatening to disappear as consciousness fights with the fog of drunken mistakes.

Was it a mistake the way his mouth felt against hers, the weight of his hands on her skin or the possessive feel of his fingers anchored in her hair. Did he not mean the words he breathed between her lips between soul deep kisses?

“Finally…I’ve always wanted…Emma…”

She knows the truth of hers.

“Me too…”

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Monsta X as Werewolves

Pace yourself with the scenarios and reactions okay? But i want to request Monsta X as werewolves, 🐕 since you have a lot of vampires. 🦇

I will, thank you for the concern! This is my first werewolf!au and I LOVE au’s so this was so much fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day, anon! ~


  • You were convinced he hated you at first,, He would often stare you down, or avoid you, or leave if you entered a room. As the newest to the group, you often wondered why you were let in when the leader didn’t even like you
  • Frustrated, you vented your feelings to Minhyuk while you were partnered up for a task. He laughed at your worries; “He doesn’t hate you! It’s actually the opposite - He thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t stand to be around you!”
  • With this new info in mind, you start to test Minhyuk’s confession. You showed more skin, would frequently corner Shownu to “ask” him something, often brushing against him
  • While working with Minhyuk, he vented about you. “I’m loosing my mind! I can’t think straight anymore!” and with a meek voice, Minhyuk admitted that he might have told you about his crush
  • Now aware of your game, Shownu teased you back
  • And this back and forth flirtation resulted in a relationship … after a night of passion
  • With mating season drawing near, the leader had locked himself away, afraid of loosing all control and taking you on the ground, with everyone around
  • But knowing his reason, you “visited” him and helped relieve his stress
  • So yeah,, basically, he’s the pack Dad and you’re the pack Mom (regardless of the gender you identify with)

Originally posted by sonhyunu


  • Kind of a fuckboy but a nice one, does that make sense?? He has a big heart and wants to share it with everyone, male or female, human or werewolf
  • That’s why it’s no surprise when he ends up in your bed one night, not caring that you were human. What is surprising, however, is when he wakes up to see you gone, a note stuck to his forehead: ‘I’m out. Be gone before I’m back.’ The cold tone cracks his heart. He’s not used to being left, usually being the one to leave
  • He can’t get you out of his mind so after a few weeks, he tracks you down again
  • “I’m that good that you sniffed me out again?” you tease but he doesn’t laugh
  • He looks very serious, stood on your doorstep with a single rose in hand. “That’s not why I came back. I want to know … Can I take you out to dinner?”
  • You humour him, more so looking for a casual fling. But Hoseok surprises you that under that handsome man, is the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met
  • Although neither of you make it official, you know your hearts belong to each other 

Originally posted by bunnywonho


  • Not really a werewolf, more of a werepuppy
  • He’s in charge of easing newbies into the pack and entertaining the kiddies while the adults do work
  • It was when he was younger, only a teen, that an orphaned wolf was put into his care. You weren’t much younger than him, so the bond never became anything fatherly. And he was too playful to be taken seriously anyway. He was more of like a close best friend, who also happened to be your guardian
  • Minhyuk took care of you diligently, often bringing you back pretty stones or other things he’d found while hunting. An almost perfect condition wrist watch was one of his greatest finds and you treasured it
  • So when you got into a fight with a fellow wolf, who smashed it, you saw red. After nearly killing her, Shownu was on bad terms with you. You almost were kicked out of the pack. But when Minhyuk found out why you had flipped, he fought to keep you
  • And now you were even more indebted to him
  • Minhyuk felt bad about the incident, often bringing the girl you fought medicine to help her recover. This annoyed you to no end and you often tried to stop him visiting her
  • “Why??” he asked eventually. “Don’t you want her to live?”
  • “No,” you admit, the blood rushing to your cheeks. “She broke my second most precious thing and is going to take my most precious thing away.”
  • “Your second most precious thing is that pocket watch I found you, right? So what’s your most important thing?”
  • Shyly, you buried your blushing face into his chest. And he grinned from ear to ear
  • “So cute!! You love me?! Why didn’t you tell me before?! I love you too!”

Originally posted by wonhuff


  • Was sent on a task to track down a human. He was told that they held important information about the wolf world that they shouldn’t know
  • Eventually he found you, working at a bookstore in town. You looked harmless, stacking books, but an order was an order
  • He kidnapped you as you walked home that night, done with your shift. And interrogated you. Except it wasn’t much of an interrogation. You were terrified, shaking like a leaf; “I don’t know anything! I seen a boy turn into a wolf and that’s it!” Your heart doesn’t falter so he knows it’s the truth
  • But he can’t let you leave. You didn’t know as much as Shownu thought, but knowing was all it took to warrant an execution. Except he couldn’t; it felt like trying to slaughter a baby lamb
  • Instead, he brought you pack to the pack. It took months until you felt comfortable around them, having been afraid they might snap and kill you
  • Kihyun took charge of you, making sure no wolf messed with you, and sometimes breaking rules to make you happy. You weren’t allowed to return home, but he would let you write your family letters to assure them you’re safe and alive
  • One morning, a female wolf started to pick a fight with you, threatening your life; “If it weren’t for Kihyuns protection, you’d be dead long ago.”
  • “Why does he protect me?”
  • “He loves you, dumbass. Luckily for you”
  • Kihyun bursts in suddenly, scaring her off and wrapping you in a hug: “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He scanned your face for any sign of fear, instead he found you smiling. “What’s so funny?”
  • Reaching up, you press a kiss to his lips; “I love you too, idiot”

Originally posted by wonhobe


  • Your first impression of him was rather negative. As a new pack member, you worked hard to fit in and impress your leader,, yet someone so high up like Hyungwon did nothing but sleep all the time. And if he wasn’t sleeping, he had this bitchy look on his face
  • It wasn’t until a neighbouring pack tried to start something, that you understood the real Hyungwon
  • A beta from the rival pack attacked you, both of you in wolf form, and your shoulder was badly injured
  • Hyungwon snapped that beta’s neck, nursing you back to health, and fussing over the others that were injured. He had a gentle, warm touch as he tended to your injury. And you even seen him sing one of the youngest to sleep, a 9 year old girl that lost her mother in the fight with the rival pack
  • Once better, you kind of just followed him around?? You wanted to repay him so you would fetch whatever herbs he wanted, or a rabbit if he was hungry, and for his birthday, you bought him the fluffiest pillows you could find
  • Hyungwon immediately fell for you
  • One evening, as the sun was setting, you returned to him with a basket of flowers he’d asked you to pick; “What are they for, Wonnie?”
  • “You’ll see,” he promised, arranging the flowers into a bouquet before handing them to you. “They’re for you. I wanted you to pick the prettiest flowers because my eyes don’t see beauty like yours do. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
  • “That’s cute but be honest,, you made me pick them so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed, right??”
  • *avoiding the q* “So are you free tonight?”

Originally posted by wonhontology


  • Either or aggressive or soft, so he can be unpredictable. This is made worse during the full moon or mating season
  • Usually, newbies to the pack are assigned to keep watch on him, mainly cause no one actually wants to deal with Jooheon when he’s mad or acting clingy and cute
  • As the newest member, you’re given this job
  • Only you don’t react like everyone else has
  • You humour his cute side, scratching behind his ear (just how he likes it) when he’s in wolf form, smiling at his aegyo, bringing him extra food when he’s hungry even tho the other wolves call him chubby but he’s not leave him alone
  • And you listen when he’s mad or frustrated, helping him control his aggression until after a few months, Jooheon learns how to be calm, even during a full moon
  • He grows to realize that his aggression was misunderstood sadness; he was lonely, wanting a companion to love him and maybe have a litter with
  • Although he realizes this, it takes him another long year before he actually confesses. He had been too afraid of loosing you or getting rejected. His pack hated seeing him hold back like that so they eventually pushed him to confess
  • “Do you, uh, wanna go running in our wolf forms?? I mean, like, not just running. But as a … date??”

Originally posted by trainingpanda


  • Generally in control of himself,, although he hates humans, he never kills one unless they deserve it
  • Only looses control during mating season
  • Driven by lust, he breaks away from the pack, searching for someone to ease his carnal hunger
  • He stumbles upon an omega, you, wandering through the forest alone. You had smelled him coming from miles away, knowing what he was hunting for
  • You stayed,, wanting to feed your desire too
  • The morning after, he turns shy and soft. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful last night.” Although he knows your bruises will heal quickly, that doesn’t make him feel any less bad
  • “That’s okay. I like a man who takes control. So do you wanna get breakfast or something?”
  • Tbh he didn’t know you, but the night before was pretty damn good so hell yeah, let’s get some f*cking eggs and bacon
  • “My treat,” he offers

Originally posted by won-kyun

Back to the Future: Part 6

Pairing: Castiel x reader, Endverse!Cas x reader

Word Count: 1.2k (I know it’s a bit short, but the next one will be longer…and may or may not include smut ;-) )

Warnings: uhhh morning sickness, angst (poor Cas) with some fluff

Back to the Future Masterlist

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You woke up the next morning entangled in Castiel’s and Cas’ arms and legs, your body sticky with sweat. Cas was like a damn oven, always radiating heat, and two Cas’ had you damn near suffering from a heat stroke. You groaned and squinted your eyes open, trying to disentangle yourself as you sat up.

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1. The popular geek.

Fingers glide over the pink fabric of a fuzzy sweater, trying to smooth out the unwanted wrinkles. Wiggling the brown leather belt a bit more up Y/N gave herself a last look in the mirror to see if anything was out of place. Y/N didn’t care much for her appearance, but she did care if she would be walking around school with a huge stain on her jeans or sweater. She wasn’t ready for that kind of humiliation.

“Kids, breakfast!” Her mother yelled from downstairs.

“Coming!” Y/N yelled back. Turning away from the mirror she grabbed her black backpack and her red high top converse and began to run down the stairs.
“No running down the stairs!” Her mother warned, but by the time she said that Y/N was already downstairs, practically launching herself into the kitchen with a big smile.
“Good morning!” She chirped. Her mother who was behind the stove turned around to give her an equally bright smile “morning dear, have you seen your brother on your way down?” By the mentioning of her brother Y/N grimaced “Mom, it’s morning please don’t ruin it.” Y/N’s mother let out a deep sigh as she went back to her frying pan.
Taking a seat at the dining table Y/N furrowed as she missed a second person at the table who was usually nose deep in the morning newspaper.

“Mom, where’s dad?” Her mother gulped at the question, preparing herself for the storm that was about to come. “He left early this morning.”

“He-He what? He can’t do that!” Y/N yelled “He was my ride to school? How else am I going to school?” Turning off the fire Y/N’s mother brought the frying pan over to Y/N, sliding the bacon on her plate before taken a few steps back.
“Well, you’re brother offered to take you.” And here comes the storm.

“Excuse me? He is going to take me?”

“You aren’t the only one who’s unhappy about this.” Speaking of the devil. Entering the kitchen in all leather came in Y/N’s brother. “Then why did you agree?” Y/N asked her voice laced with venom. “Because dad pays me hella cash for driving a twerp like you.”
Before Y/N could jam her fork inside of her brother their mother stepped in “enough! It’s morning. Now Hoseok, sit down and have breakfast with us.” Hoseok shook his head as he reached out for an apple out of the fruit bowl that was placed in the middle of the table. As he took the apple he “accidentally” hit Y/N across the head.
Glaring at him Hoseok simply shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry mom, the teacher asked me if I could come to school early.”

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B99 Hiatus Writing Challenge

In the immortal words of Captain Raymond Jacob Holt, “EVERYTHING IS GARBAGE.” – The finale left our favorite squad in pain, we have to wait months for new content, and Dianetti still isn’t canon.

Even Terry knows what we need most in these trying times: fanfiction

Under the cut is a list of 30 prompts/summaries put together with a ton of help from @stardustsantiago, @peraltiagoisland@scullysthumbtacks, @three-drink-amy​, and @dogworldchampion. Feel free to run away with any (or many) of these plot bunnies!! Let’s make this hiatus as gr99 as possible. ★

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Drabble(?) #2

Ship/Pairing: Fontcest or UT Papyrus x UT Sans
Rating: PG-13(?)
Fandom: Undertale
Tags: Fluff, Anniversary

“Hello? Yes, I would like to order a bouquet with red and white camellias, ambrosias, and arbutus flowers. Yes. Thank you so much! Have a nice day!” Papyrus ended the call and placed the phone down.

It had been two years since the two skeletons had began to date. Papyrus couldn’t believe how quickly the two previous years had passed, the happiness of the very first date they shared still flooding his mind. It was nothing too special, just a simple date going to the old spot where Sans and Papyrus would do snow Papyrus and Snow Sans. 

Sans began to explain that he wanted to remind himself that they had always been together, through thick and thin bonements. Papyrus still remembered slightly choking up on the fact that Sans still had time to make puns. Sans wanted to start dating and thought that heading back into the UNDERGROUND would give him confidence. Sans felt calmer in his own hometown and Papyrus completely understood the sentiment.

Nonetheless, that day filled Papyrus with joy, a grin beginning to form all over again. He’s sure that Sans would love anything he did for him, but as always that simply wasn’t enough for Papyrus. Papyrus had to show in more ways than one that he truly loved Sans. 

This morning had started off with Papyrus seeing the most beautiful sight, Sans was cuddled up to his side, drool slightly coming out of his mouth. The expression on Sans face made him seem so fragile, vulnerable. Papyrus smiled softly before kissing Sans forehead, a small clank was heard. Prying himself away from the bed, he began to quietly make breakfast. Although Sans was not a light sleeper, Papyrus wanted it to be a major surprise. He had full faith in his cooking abilities ever since he began to take cooking lessons from Grillbz. 

Nonetheless, he was ready to begin his plan. He cooked a regular ol’ scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice, and some bacon strips, with a small ketchup bottle on the side. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but he felt that it would get the message across all the same. 

Once he had finished his call, Papyrus dressed himself in a semi-formal attire. His long sleeved sweater vest matched surprisingly well with his old but nicely managed one of a kind scarf. He then made sure to leave a small note on the side of the bed saying “Morning sleepy head. Breakfast is downstairs. Love you. -Sincerely the Great Papyrus.

Papyrus walked fairly quickly to the nearby florist shop where he had ordered the bouquet. He knew this shop to be exceedingly efficient in arranging flowers marvelously. He gathered the bouquet and began walking home, he’s sure that by now Sans would have began to wake up from his slumber. 

Sans got up and realized that Papyrus wasn’t in bed, not that wasn’t unusual. He sat up and wiped away the drool coming out of his mouth “Heh, guess I was hungry even in my sleep. Well, no bones about it.“

As he got up, he noticed a small card on the nightstand. As he read it, he gave a genuine smile. He’d never get tired of the kindness and love Papyrus always gave him; it always made him feel like the happiest skeleton alive.

Fixing the bed, Sans gave a small yawn before finally heading downstairs. He gave a small sniff of the air and finally realized what was cooked, “Smells delicious Paps.”

He began descending the chairs to find Papyrus at the doorway with a bouquet in his hands. He was a little surprised to see Papyrus all dressed up and with flowers, it simply took his not required breath away. 

With a big smile, Papyrus walked over to Sans “Thank you Sans. I’m glad you think so.” He gave Sans a small kiss, a soft clank echoing through the room. He handed Sans the bouquet and smiled “Happy Anniversary to us.”

With a quick jerk upwards, Sans hugged Papyrus fairly tightly “Happy Anniversary. I can’t believe I forgot.”

Papyrus shook his head and hugged back “It’s okay Sans.”

Sans blushed slightly before speaking again “It’s just that the days pass by so quickly and every day with you is just simply a blessing.”

With a blush forming across his features, Papyrus grinned and kissed Sans again. “I love you Sans.”

“I love you too Papyrus.”

With a soft smile, Papyrus motioned Sans to the kitchen table “Let’s eat before deciding to celebrate the rest of the day together.”

“Sure thing Paps.”

Alfie vs. Pregnancy | Alfie Solomons

Request: @thinemineours Alfie needs to go through his wife’s pregnancy. Dude must probably be more scared than her. ILY😘

Note: so this is so long I cannot even begin to explain how carried away I got and a slight change… she’s not his wife… yet…


“Yes, Alfie?”

“This is really ‘appening?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s really happening.”

“You’re sure, right, ‘cause sometimes—“

“Alf, I went to the Doctor and you know that, ‘cause you bloody had Ollie follow me, didn’t you?”

“You were actin’ odd, yeah, I was just makin’ sure no funny business was goin’ on.”

“Funny business?”

“Don’t matter now, does it?”

“You didn’t trust me.”

“I did, love, I did. It’s everyone else I don’t trust, not you, love… might ‘ave been in some compromisin’ situation or somethin’ and I would’ve made sure we put an end to it.”

“An end to me more like.”

“Couldn’t put an end to you even if I wanted to. You’d haunt me, day an’ fucking night.”

“Too fucking right I would.”

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part C)

A/N: Part 2C = more sugar, more honey, and more fluff. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B)

Chris woke up to the sound of you throwing up in the bathroom. All that alcohol you consumed last night was finally making its way out of your system in the most awful way possible. He grabbed a box of tissues from his bedside table and walked to where you were, kneeling down next to you to grab a handful of your hair. He plopped the tissue box beside the toilet bowl then gently grabbed another handful of your hair with his other hand, holding it back as you continued to throw up.

“Get it all out, sweetheart,” Chris transferred all your hair into one hand, using the other to gently rub your back. “Let me guess,” he said before you could, “‘I’m never drinking again’?” You managed a light laugh and nodded before throwing up another load of fluids. “Yeah, okay. How about you finish throwing up so I can get some food and water into you?”

“I think I’m okay now,” you drew back from the toilet bowl and sat on the tiled floor, leaning against the bathtub when Chris released your hair and got to his feet. He wet a face towel for you while you leaned forward and pulled a few tissues from the box, wiping your mouth and tossing the scrunched up balls of tissues into the toilet bowl. “Why did you let me drink so much?” You quizzed as Chris wrung the warm face towel in his hand.

“It was your college graduation and you really only get one of those,” he shrugged then turned to you, descending to his knees in front of you. “And,” he gently wiped your face, “I did try to stop you. You called me a ‘party pooper’ and I got offended, so I let you do you.” You laughed then winced at the volume of your own laughter. “You’re okay, you’re young so you’ll recover faster. When I was twenty-two-”

“Ah yes, when was that again? Like a million years ago,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes with a bit back smile. “And I’m not twenty-two yet, thank you very much.” Another eye roll as he continued to dab your face. “I turn twenty-two soon, in two months actually. We’ve got your thirty-eighth, Ava’s twenty-first, and Seb’s thirty-seventh first. Then it’ll be my twenty-second, I’m the last out of the four musketeers.”

“As I was saying, you’ll recover fast. I mean-” he tried not to laugh as he teased you, “if you can talk as much as you just did, your hangover isn’t really that bad.” You giggled and slapped his arm, making him bellow with laughter and you grimace with a headache. “Shit, sorry.” He covered his mouth, shifting his loud laughter to a soft snicker. “C'mon, get up,” he got to his feet and helped you to yours. He put the lid down over the toilet bowl and flushed, instructing you to “go remove your makeup and have a shower. You’ll feel much better after, I promise. I’m going to go get breakfast ready while you do that.”

“Okay,” you yawned.

“Okay,” Chris chuckled, patting your butt before leaving you to it.

You closed the door behind him and stripped, stepping into the shower. You turned the water on and let it heat itself up, shuddering when the cold water splashed on your skin. Eventually, when the water warmed, you stepped under it and allowed the water to run down your body. Your memory was foggy, but you were pretty sure Chris woke you up in the middle of the night to tell you he loved you. You didn’t have a clue why, but you found yourself smiling anyway. That man was a romantic, that was for sure. The way he took care of you, so gentle and so caring- you couldn’t have asked for more in a lifelong partner.

When you finished your shower, you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body. You ran your hand over the fog on the mirror to give yourself a small space to see yourself. You cleansed your face, removing all the makeup you had on from the day before. You then admired your bare face, smiling. Before Chris, you didn’t feel beautiful without makeup. You knew you were pretty, but- you didn’t feel pretty most of the time. You saw yourself as average, basic- the kind you didn’t think people would look twice at unless you really dolled yourself up. But Chris? He didn’t make you feel like that, he made you feel as though you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. That- now that was a feeling you’d never, ever get sick of.

“No barking, Dodger,” Chris instructed Dodger, who barked excitedly when he saw you walk into the kitchen. “Our poor girl’s got a bit of a hangover,” he pouted adorably at you and you snickered, reaching over to scratch Dodger’s head. “I got the cure right here,” he pointed the spatula over his shoulder, “pancakes and bacon, baby.”

“I looove pancakes and bacon,” you stated, letting an excited growl build in the back of your throat; Chris laughed. He turned back to the stove as you walked over, hugging him from behind. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.” You kissed his shoulder blade. “You’re the best.” You rested your cheek against his back, smiling when he rubbed your arm with one hand.

“I’d beg to differ,” he replied and you pulled away, raising an eyebrow as you moved into his sight. “You’re the best,” he told you and you scrunched your face, facials asking “what did I do?” He chuckled, “the notebook?” He reminded you and you smiled. “I read it all last night, and yes,” he poked you with the spatula, “I cried like the cry baby I am.”

“So you did come and hug me in the middle of the night?” You asked and he nodded. “I thought it happened, but I wasn’t sure. Aw, sweetheart,” you chuckled when he wrapped his arms around you, enfolding you into a tight hug. “I love you,” you hugged him tightly too. “And I meant every word I wrote,” he loosened his grip so you could look up at him, “especially the last paragraph.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And I mean it when I say this, the feeling is mutual. I don’t care what I end up doing, or what I don’t end up doing 'cause- Y/N, nothing I achieve in my lifetime will compare to what I’ve achieved with you. Acting, directing- that is just a job, it’s a job. You, my darling, you are my life now.” You smiled, reaching to caress his face. “I don’t need anything but you. I don’t need an Oscar, or recognition for something other than Captain America-”

“You don’t need it, but you’ll get it anyway 'cause you deserve it.” You cut him off and he smiled, dipping his head to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him again when he broke the kiss. “I seriously, seriously love you.” You asserted and he nodded in acknowledgement, smiling as he booped your nose. “And we are going to get married,” you assured him when he pulled away from you. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” he chuckled as he turned back to the stove. “I didn’t propose to you for nothing, darling.” He said and you pressed your lips together because he wasn’t hearing you. You were trying to talk about, as well as apologize for the long engagement as it was technically your call. He was ready to get married- he’d marry you tomorrow if it were his choice, but it wasn’t; it was yours and you wanted to wait a little longer. “Do you want eggs too?” He quizzed, glancing over at you.

“No, I’m okay,” you answered his question before continuing the previous topic. “And I wasn’t talking about getting married in general.” He turned to you with furrowed brows. “I meant like- 'I’m sorry I’m making you wait so long, we’re going to get married soon’.” His facials softened and he smiled, turning off the stove. “I know I’m being incredibly-”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “I told you I’m okay waiting, that hasn’t changed.” You huffed with pursed lips, guilt pooled in your eyes. You knew he was just saying that because he was so nice about everything when it came to you. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled and cupped your face in his hands. “You do what you need to do, take all the time you need. Marriage or no marriage, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but I can’t keep pushing it back.”

“You’re just pushing it back, you’re not running out on me.”

“I know, but we said after your Marvel contract ended and I graduated.” You reminded him and he gave you his 'what’s your point?’ face. “And your contract’s ended and I’ve graduated. That was what we agreed on, so- that is what we should proceed with, right?”

“Do you feel like you’re ready to get married now?”

“No,” you mumbled sheepishly. He pursed his lips and used his hands to do a 'see’ gesture. “But that’s not because of you!” You quickly protested, which made him laugh because like he didn’t already know that. “I just- there are some things I want settled before I settle with you.”

“I know, of course I know. Baby, I know you better than you know yourself which is why I want you to settle those things before you settle with me too. That was our original agreement, remember?” You knew he was referring to the letter he wrote you that professed his love; he told you he wanted you to pursue your dreams first. “Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of waiting. I’ve waited thirty-eight years, I can wait a little longer.”

“I don’t want you to wait any longer, Chris.” Your brows furrowed and he sighed. “There is no certainty in this industry, it could take me ten years to find even the slightest success. We can’t afford that,” you shook your head. “I love you, and I want to marry you and give you the life you deserve. I meant what I wrote, you are what’s important to me.” He smiled, taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze. “So give me until the end of the year, if nothing happens for me- we’ll start planning our wedding.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded with a smile, “my career can wait. This-” you gestured between the two of you as you squeezed his hand. “It can’t wait.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Plus-” you giggled as the two of you pulled away from each other, “I’m young, I’ve got lots of time. My man’s a lot older than I am,” you teased and Chris burst into laughter. “I want him to get married and have kids before he turns completely gray.”

“Watch it, kid,” he warned, playfully swatting your ass as he returned to his pan on the stove. You laughed and hopped up on the counter, watching him as he made a plate for you. “Here,” he held out the plate for you then pulled it away as you reached for it. “Uh uh,” he shook his head and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Not without a kiss first.” He pointed to his cheek and you rolled your eyes, leaning forward. “Ah hah,” he turned his head at the last minute, catching your lips instead.

“You’re a dork.” You laughed softly against his lips as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered the plate on the table to place his hands on your waist. He moved in-between your thighs, letting his smile grow wider as the two of you continued to make out on the kitchen bench top. “You know I’ve still got a hangover, right?” You quizzed when his hands got a little suggestive.

“Mm hm,” he pressed his lips against your neck and hummed. “Which means you’re in need of a little Vitamin C,” he pulled back and winked with a smug smirk. His smirk turned into a eye-reaching smile when you threw your head back, laughing. He swept you off the bench and into his arms, bridal style, causing you to yelp in surprise. “We can have breakfast after, you’re more of a breakfast for lunch girl anyway.”

“If you say so, Evans,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “After all,” you felt a similar smug smirk surface as he carried you towards the stairs, “who am I to argue with the guy who knows me better than I know myself?”

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Part 3

You Should Know Better Pt.13

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen)

Summary: Natalie decides to ask Joe about his failed marriage only for him to ignore the question and storm off. 
POV: Hoesph
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie
Word Count: 2535
Author’s Note: Nope, it isn’t what it looks like. I literally have no clue on what to do in the next chapter.I lied I figured it out last night. Enjoy!
Quote: “Rub me in the right spot and I’ll make all your dreams and wishes come true.”



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Title: Let Him Hear

Character: Henry Delarue

Movie: The Salvation

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Birthday gift for @magikat409

Ashley Collins was the woman Henry Delarue was destined to be with, but some just didn’t seem to understand that.

He wasn’t one to get overly jealous, but when another man couldn’t take the hint; well, that just fried his eggs and bacon.

Jotting down a quick note, he whistled at one of the kids that was playing outside.

The little boy ran up to him, “Mr. Delarue!”

“Shhh,” Henry handed the boy the note, “Now, I want you to take this to Miss Ashley, but don’t tell her it was from me, okay?”

The little boy nodded, taking the paper and running off. Delarue slowly walked to the barn that was across the way from the school.
“Miss Ashley! Miss Ashley!” The little boy shouted.

Ashley needed the distraction, ready to get away from the young Mr. Jansen.

“Mr. Jansen-”

“Kyle,” he interupted, a smile on his face.

Ohhh boy, this man must’ve had a death wish.

“Kyle- I need to get back to my students, please excuse me,”

He bowed his head, “Yes. See you around Miss Collins.”

Ashley sighed when he left, shuddering at the thought of him.

The Jansen’s were well known trouble makers in town. So much trouble, that even Henry, Ashley’s fiancée, had problems keeping them in line.

“Clancy, what’s the matter?” Ashley asked the child.

“This is for you! Bye!”

“Um, alright then.” Ashley opened the letter, scanning over it.

She giggled, folding the paper back up, “Delarue, you Ox.”

With only an hour left class, Ashley found herself anxious, continuously looking out the window while trying to catch a glimpse of her fiancée.

The kids wrote their ABC’s and drew in relative silence. Finally, it was time to send the children on their way.

Everyone hugged Miss Ashley and ran to their homes. Once everything was cleaned up, Ashley went out to the barn.

“Henry?” She called out, letting the door shut behind her.

The hissing strike of a match made her jump. Spinning around, she watched as Henry lit his cigar, the tip of it burning as he took a long drag from it.

“Why are you hiding in the dark Henry?” Ashley asked, laughter in her voice.

Delarue stayed in the shadows, knowing that making her wait and listen to his voice was bound to soak her knickers.

He exhaled, sending a cloud of smoke from his lungs, “Kyle Jansen called on you,” he stated.

Ashley crossed her arms underneath her breasts.

‘Well played’, Delarue thought. She knew that her bosom was a turn on for him.

“Yes, and I sent him on his way.”

Henry took another pull of his cigar.

“Are you jealous because there’s no need to be, Henry.”

He crept from the shadows, stubbing out his cigar and lighting a lantern. The soft amber glow from the flame added just enough light.

“I’ve been watching him; the way he looks at you.” Henry circled Ashley, running the pads of his fingers across the back of her neck.

The stray curls that fell from her loose bun tickled, making her gasp, “Henry, honestly.”

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?” He whispered in her ear.

Ashley gasped, biting her lip, “You, Henry.”

“I believe you, Darlin’, but I think we need to explore some diffrent methods. When another man comes callin’, despite knowin’ that you’re mine,”

Henry paused, unbuttoning the back of Ashley’s dress, “I want you to think about how well I take care of you,”

Ashley stood still, too in the moment to even bat an eye, “Because I take damn good care of you, don’t I baby girl?”

The feel of his mustache and lips against her ear made her gulp.

Taking his fingers, he ran them down her spine, stopping at the waist of her dress, “You can speak, Darlin’. No need to be afraid.”

A shiver ran through her, “N-not afraid. I just…”

Henry kissed the base of her neck, “Just what Ashley?”

“I just don’t want you to stop,”

He chuckled, the puff of air smelling like the sweet scented cigar, “No intentions of that happening, baby girl… None at all.”

Henry gently pushed the top of Ashley’s dress down, her bare breasts freed from the confinement of the suffocating cloth.

She couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left her, “Thank you,”

He chuckled, pulling her back against his chest, “You’re welcome Darlin’.”

Carefully, Henry ran the palm of his hands over her sensitive nipples, the firm peeks hot to the touch.

Ashley always frowned upon her breasts, claiming that they were too small, but they were more than enough for him.

His fingers kneeded the soft flesh, making her back arch and an arm reach back and around his neck as she moaned softly.

As she played with the fine hairs at the nape of Henry’s neck, he laid soft, wet kisses to her pulse.

Giving her a firm nip, he turned her around to face him.

As usual, she bit her lip, wanting to hide her breasts.

“Don’t Darlin’. You know better.” His voice was low and deep.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, kissing her so sensually that she could have came right then. Henry walked her backwards, the bottom of her voluptuous ass hitting a table.

With the aid of her fiancée’s skilled hands, he hoisted her up, her body still flush with his. Henry pecked her lips, giving little licks between his words, “I’m goin’ to taste you, Sweetheart.”

Ashley froze for a moment. They’d had sex before, yes, but oral sex was not something they’d had time for.

“Oh, okay.” She stuttered.

Henry started leaving a wet, kissing trail down her chest, lifting a breast and twirling his tounge around her nipple.

She moaned, holding his head and watching him as he looked up at her.

He switched between firm, slow licks to fast, hard sucks.

“Oh my god,” Ashley gasped.

He felt her rub her thighs together and was more than willing to remedy her.

Switching to her unattended breast, he gave sharp nips and soothing licks while running a hand up her smooth leg.

Carefully, he spread her legs, opening her up to him. Immediately the fresh scent of her womanhood filled his senses as her dress was dragged up to her thighs.

Henry’s eyes rolled, his fingers quickly dipping in between her swollen lower lips.

Ashley slammed her hands against the table, her mouth agape with a gasp.

Henry growled, her nipple slipping from his lips.

“Henry,” Ashley moaned, the need clear in her voice.

She leaned back as he bent at the waist, spreading her with his index and middle finger.

Her thighs quivered with anticipation; her eyes wild as she watched his tounge sneak out from mustache covered mouth.

Ashley found herself completely enthralled as Henry lapped at her wetness. With each pass of his tounge over her budded clit, her tummy spasmed, her moans almost to the point of whining.

Henry pulled her bottom closer to the edge and took off his hat. He wanted her to watch and he wanted to see the look of bliss on her face.

He knelt before her, his grin knowing.

“What are you- Ohmygod!” Ashley’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when Henry’s tounge entered her entrance.

He curved his tounge inside of her, then licked up her slit, lightly sucking on her clit.

With her legs over his shoulders, he held her ass in a firm grip as he went back to her entrance.

Straightening his tounge to tighten the muscle, he bobbed his head slowly between her legs, imitating what he planned on doing to her with his hard length.

He felt her toes curl against her back as she rolled her hips against his mouth.

“Hen- Henry, please!” She begged, needing him deep inside of her.

Slowly, he left wet, tounge-filled kisses on her wetness, giving her clit one last suck before moving up her body.

Her chest was heaving, a slight sheen from sweat coating her. Ashley’s bottom was placed back on the table, though Henry made sure to leave her legs spread.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, starting to undo the buttons of his britches.

With hesitant fingers, Ashley dipped them into herself, putting her head back as she drew them out of her entrance and over her slit, making sure that she was primed for her fiancée.

Finally, Henry’s hardness sprang from his long John underwear. He stroked himself, watching Ashley’s fingers circle her clit.

Not able to take it anymore, he approached her, coating the head of his shaft with her slickness.

She removed her hand, holding on to the table.

Henry teased her entrance, the head of him enveloped in her wet heat before he slowly pulled out and repeated the action over and over.

Ashley licked her lips, watching his shaft as he finally sunk into her, “God, yes.” She moaned.

“Yes Ma'am,” Henry growled.

He held her hips, moving in and out of her at a steady pace.

It wasn’t taking them long to come, Henry’s teasing having them at the brink already.

“Ashley! Miss Collins!” It was Kyle Jansen.

Henry’s growl was low and one of warning.

Ashley brought his ear to her mouth, her moans and gasping out of control, “Don’t you fucking stop Delarue.”

Henry thrusted, his own moan loud.

Ashley continued, “You make me scream your name,” she whimpered at the firm stroke of his hardness, “You make sure he hears me come for you,”

At that, Henry lost all sense of control. Gripping her breast firmly, he held on, his hips snapping against hers as he fucked her with near brute force.

She wanted to scream? Oh she was going to. That mother fucker would know who she belonged to.

He spoke dirty, his mouth so filthy that Ashley didn’t know what to make of it.

“This pussy is mine, baby girl, you hear me?”

She bit her lip, loving this side of him.

“I want to hear you say it. Who’s pussy is this baby girl?”


Ashley was too quiet for his liking. He pulled out, pushing in and hitting her spot, “Who’s?”

“Ahhh, your’s!” She cried out.

He repeated the same action, his strokes long and hard, “Again!”

“Fu- your’s Henry, your’s!”

His hand snaked over her thigh, rubbing her clit as he made his thrusts fast but gentle.

“Ohhh, god… don- don’t stop!” She mewled, her back arching.


Her scream sent him over the edge, spilling his seed as his thrusts lost rhythm.

He groaned, looking up at Kyle Jansen who stared wide eyed at the scene.

With a quickness that Kyle didn’t know that Henry had, he watched as Henry still fucked his fiancée. It was the cocking of the gun that he didn’t register.

“What are you lookin’ at boy?” Delarue asked, his hips stilling.

Ashley lay in heap, her arm covering her breasts as she continued to orgasm around Henry, voyeurs be damned.

“You best get boy and never say a word!” Henry warned.

Kyle held his hands up as Henry resumed thrusting in and out of Ashley.

“Now get the hell out!”

Kyle spun around, running off into the night.

The sounds of Ashley and Henry coming again echoed throughout the barn and even over the fields.

It was one hell of a night.


russianspacegeckosexparty  asked:

SamRhodeyBucky is gonna be the big ship of 2016. It'll truly prosper


don’t mind if i do

  • Whenever Sam calls out ‘James’, both Bucky and Rhodey responding with a ‘yeah’ before Sam clarifies which one he was calling (he probably finds it funny and cute so does it on purpose)
  • Them going on runs in the mornings (if this is a situation where Rhodey had the fall and got the prosthetic enhancements), Sam and Bucky keeping pace with him, encouraging him on, gradually working their way from a light jog to a sprint to a full on run, and giving him lots of cheek kisses as they assist him on their way back home
  • Helping each other with making breakfast in the morning, Rhodey is flipping pancakes, Sam is scrambling eggs, Bucky put some bacon in the oven and is setting the table
  • There was probably one time that grits were made, but the Sugar v. Salt Discourse™ popped up between Sam and Rhodey and they all agreed it would be best to stay away from grits.
  • They probably had a couple conversations about their experiences while serving, recounting some of their most amusing stories from a mission.
  • Them taking nights to sit cuddled together on the couch, watching films, Bucky probably the first one to sleep with his head on Rhodey’s chest, while Rhodey is steady nodding off leaning against Sam, and Sam’s kissing the top of his head, looking at his men with all the love in the world

Requested by anon:  “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”

Taking a steadying breath, Dean steps outside, into his darkened backyard.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he shouts, his grip on the baseball bat tightening.

His German Shepard Zepe barks at him in a way of greeting, waggling her tail happily as the stranger keeps stroking her ears. A guard dog my ass Dean thinks as he takes a few more steps forward.

The guy kneeling on the grass looks innocent, burying his face in Zepe’s soft fur, but he’s still a stranger petting Dean’s dog in the middle of the night, so he lowers the bat, but stays alerted.

“Hey, dude, seriously, what the hell?”

The stranger finally looks at him, one cheek still pressed to the dog’s back. As the light coming from the open back door illuminates his face, Dean can see he’s approximately his age. His eyes are blue and a bit glassy.

“S’ry, needed to,” he slurs, hugging Zepe tightly and the dumb dog climbs into his lap, looking at Dean like she’s asking him to join the cuddling session.

Dean sighs when the guy mutters something about dogs being great. The guy is obviously harmless, but it’s late and Dean wants to sleep.

He grabs his shoulder, startling Zepe who jumps away.

“Look, man, you should really-”

Before he finishes, the guy doubles over and barfs, hitting Dean’s shoes.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean sighs.

“‘m sorry, so sorry,” the guy keeps mumbling as Dean drags him inside. He can’t even really be mad. The guy is drunk out of his mind and in no state to go home. God knows Dean’s been there many times and he’s still grateful to all the people, strangers or friends, who kept an eye on him.

He settles the guy on his couch and wraps a blanket around him, he’s been outside in just a shirt for god knows how long and he’s shivering. He’ll be lucky if beside a killer of a hangover he won’t wake up with a cold.

Looking at the guy’s looping eyelids, Dean decides it’s safe to leave him alone for a minute. He returns with a glass of water and some Advil and gives it to the guy.

“Thank you,” he whispers and washes the pills down with the water. He tries to place the empty glass on the coffee table, but wobbles and would fall on his face if not for Dean catching him.

“Easy there,” Dean soothes him, sitting down beside him and taking the glass from his hand.

“Whoa!” the guy gasps, his eyes suddenly wide open and fixed on Dean’s face.

“What?” Dean asks with a chuckle, he can’t help himself, this is just too surreal.

“You’re pretty pretty,” the drunk bastard says, his eyes roaming over Dean’s face. Dean huffs out a laugh.

“Stow it, Casanova.”

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Desire Pt.8 (p.jimin)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Word Count:1532

Summary: Amber has liked Jimin for sometime now. But unfortunately he is dating her best friend. When things start to unfold before her eyes, her life is changed. But is it for the good or the bad?

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

It was the middle of the night, and I laid awake thinking of what occurred tonight. I covered my face due to secondhand embarrassment. The look of Caroline’s face was imprinted in my mind and I couldn’t eradicate it as much as I tried. I quietly got out of bed, and grabbed my converse. I tiptoed past the stair railing, being extra careful not to wake up Eliza, who was snoring on the other side of the loft.

The metal stairs clanked loudly with each step I took. I walked over to the waterfront and sat down. I stripped my socks off and stuck my feet into the water.

The cool air was nice, and the weather wasn’t to bad. I closed my eyes and all I could hear was the sound of the woods. My eyes shot open when I heard footsteps approaching.

I turned to see Jimin walking towards me. I thought Eliza had realized I was gone, but instead I was met by the black haired boy.

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I dream of Djinni

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Sam x Reader

Content: Fluff and light smut

Word Count: 3226 (Sorry, this one was really long, but I kept it as short as possible and I for one found it really interesting, but, hey, I’m bias).

Sun danced through the cream lace curtain kissing the dangling crystals and casting colors about the room. You shifted, body thick with sleep, yet oddly energized as if you didn’t spend half the night killing vampires. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, crisp clean cotton sheets slid over your naked skin drawing a tendril of confusion. You perched up on your elbow, startling as a mass jumped up onto the bed, bright green eyes staring inches from yours. The cat mewed, ducking is fuzzy head to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Baby?” A soft husky voice matching the gentle morning light vibrated against you.

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I'm so happy to find another Bungou Stray Dogs imagines page!! I wish you the best of luck with your writing and new blog ^^ Do you think you could do some fluffy morning headcannons for Dazai, Chuuya, and Atsushi? Thank you in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day ( *’ω’* )/~♡

Thank you so much! I’d be more than happy to whip up some fluffy morning headcanons for you since these three precious dorks are one of my many favorite characters in BSD! You’re very welcome, and thank you again! I hope you’ll have a lovely day yourself too, nonnie! (^ω^)

Osamu Dazai

  • The very first thing Dazai does when you wake him up in the morning is tell you that he needs 5 more minutes of sleep, but says it in a very cute and sweet way. Dazai normally likes to squeeze in as much sleep as he possibly could before he has to wake up, and he’ll certainly try to persuade you to do so as well. You always fall into his trap because you can’t get over how precious and endearing he can be sometimes, and you couldn’t find yourself telling him “no” so you lie in bed with him for another 20 minutes.
  • Warm morning cuddles is a necessity for Dazai or else he can’t function properly throughout the day. He knows this and you know this. Not only that, Dazai actually refuses to leave the bed unless you give him his daily dosage of sweet snuggling after you’ve spent the night at his place or vice versa. After a while, it actually developed into a morning routine and became one of your favorite parts of the day that you look forward to upon waking up next to Dazai.
  • Dazai doesn’t really like being the only one that’s awake in the mornings so he will try to wake you up whether you like it or not. He’ll attempt to kiss you awake, pretending that you’re a beauty that’s been cursed to eternal rest by an evil sorceress and only his kiss of true love will pull you out of your deep slumber. But when that doesn’t work, Dazai will just murmur your name and a bunch of other things over and over again until you open your eyes. You can definitely hear his voice as you’re coming out of your sleep.

Chuuya Nakahara

  • Chuuya absolutely loves waking up to see your adorable sleeping face first thing in the morning. He thinks that it’s basically amazing and it reminds him of how incredibly blessed and lucky he is to have you in his life. Chuuya always kisses your neck and/or cheek, carefully hugs you close to him and falls back asleep while holding you so dearly in his arms to try to get every last bit of rest he can get his hands on before he receives a call from the mafia.
  • Chuuya would really love the sight of you in one of his dress shirts and in his fabulously marbled kitchen preparing one of his favorite breakfast dishes. He’ll quietly sneak up behind you and wrap his loving arms around you while uttering a sweet, “good morning, my love” after planting a kiss on your cheek and watching you cook. Chuuya also likes being fed by you, so don’t forget to give him a sample or two of what you’re making as well.
  • With Chuuya being in the port mafia and all, there will be some days where you will wake up alone in bed with Chuuya nowhere to be found and find yourself missing the fancy schmancy hat wearing martial arts master. Instead, you will find a beautifully bloomed red rose with a handwritten note from Chuuya on a sterling silver tray next to a stunningly prepared breakfast course in regards to his absence.

Atsushi Nakajima

  • Atsushi cooks breakfast for you in the mornings. However, he’s not nearly as proficient in the kitchen as you are, but he still enjoys making you a yummy meal that consists of pancakes, bacon, and sunny-side up eggs with a side of orange juice and bringing it to you breakfast in bed style and seeing your positively astonished expression. He loves seeing how excited and happy you get when he makes you something so simple and easy as that, and it honestly motivates him to cook for you even more in the future. 
  • Whenever Atsushi is the first to wake in the morning, he likes to take a moment to admire your delicate and gorgeous features before doing anything else. He’ll brush a few strands of your hair away from your face to get a better view and lets out this content sigh because he’s thinking that he’s finally able to be happy and he’s found someone that he can potentially spend the rest of his life with. 
  • Atsushi enjoys discussing and exchanging tales of his dream with you in the morning before he forgets about it completely, and he’d become genuinely fascinated when it’s your turn to share your dream. This often leads to a conversation about yours and his past dreams as well, and he’d ponder on the thought whether or not he should admit to you that he’s had a dream about you once or twice before the two of you began dating. He keeps it to himself, though, because he thinks it might be silly to bring it up. 

ship: jooheon x [y/n] (ft. monsta x)

genre: howl’smovingcastleau!, series, romance/fluff, angst(??)

word count: 2012

summary: the world was too dangerous for someone like you. living in a place where the cursed witch daunted on every royal blood line was something that you’ve grown curious about. from the unexpected meeting, you couldn’t help but fall into another witch’s trap. a trap that would make you happy or would make you even regret being alive.

a/n: hey guys, i hope you guys enjoy this new update! i apologize if it’s not that lengthy compared to the previous parts. anywho, the gif is not mine and i apologize for any gramatical errors. (this is for you fam! ;) @joohoneymoney)


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{ [yf/n] - your fullname }

At the dead hour of the night, when the world is hushed in sleep and all is still; when there only sound to be heard was the cackling of firewood, save the dead beat escapement of the clock, counting with hollow voice the footsteps of time in ceaseless round, Hyungwon sadly stared at the twinkling stars with glistening eyes. Oh, had his mind filled with nothing but thoughts about you. About how it felt like a dream to have you gone from his life, how it felt like a piece of him was lost, and how much he misses you despite seeing you hours before.

You were, and still, now, the reason why he’s got to face the world right and be the person that he is today. He is nothing without you and now that you’ve been declared missing, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to think. He just didn’t know. The image of your gleeful smile came across his mind, only to send a pang in his heart as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes. No one knew where you went, and no one knew how to get you back.

“Damn it.”

Hyungwon hoists himself up from the carpeted floor and listlessly drags himself to the kitchen. Get a hold of yourself, Hyungwon, he thought as he places the cup on the marbled counter. “O-oh, can’t sleep?” Hyungwon turns around to meet your brother’s faint smile. “Mm… I just couldn’t bring myself to sleep soundly on [y/n]’s bed, knowing that she’s out there somewhere… alone.” Hyungwon replies and glances right back on his fingers that were now fiddling on the mat that was near his cup.

“Well, I understand how to feel but think about how [y/n] would feel when she hears about you worrying about her, and probably end up being sick?” Hyunwoo says, eyes darting from Hyungwon’s lonely back then back onto the jug of orange juice that was in his grasp. “I know, Hyunwoo, but… let’s just face it, we know that we won’t be able to get her back without getting any trace of where she went.”

Heaving out a deep sigh, Hyunwoo places his mug down and pats Hyungwon on the shoulder, making him glance towards him with eyebrow’s furrowed. “We won’t go anywhere with this negativity, Hyungwon. Have faith. We might even get some information from the guards tomorrow.” And with that, Hyunwoo takes his leave without even hearing out what the younger lad’s got to say.

Hyunwoo was right, however, Hyungwon just couldn’t get to bring himself to not stray away from the negativity in his mind. Calling it a night, Hyungwon decides to hit the sack and just worry about everything the next day.

“I didn’t think that your bacon was literally going to burn…” Changkyun confesses as he watches you stare at the burnt bacon on your plate with a disappointed expression. “Well, it got burnt… thank you for that wonderful curse, Changkyun.” You sarcastically beam, walking over to the dusty table with a large plate on your tiny palms. Just a minute ago, Changkyun and you had suddenly hit it off and became unusually comfortable with each other, throwing a couple of jokes here and there not until the two of you got into an argument on which dessert was better.

“I have to disagree with you on that one, Changkyun. Let me tell you, jelly is nothing compared to gelato.” You stated in a matter of fact whilst flipping the slices of bacon, only to see Changkyun react below the skillet pan. “I beg to differ but jelly is delicious, for your information. Gelato? Pfft, do you even call that a dessert?” barked Changkyun. The fire was starting to get a lot more intense as the second passes by. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groaned as you placed both your hands on your waist, eyes shooting daggers onto Changkyun’s fiery eyes. “Jelly is far from being called as a dessert. It’s more like…. nothing but jelly.”

Changkyun has never felt so angered before that the words that left his mouth caught him by surprise. “May all your bacon burn!”

“How dare you curse my bacon?!” you gasped. In the midst of getting yourself distracted from the fight, the portions of bacon were starting to turn into coal black from Changkyun’s intense blaze and before you knew it, you had to let out a yelp when you saw your bacons turning coal black on the corners. “Changkyun, you meanie! Did you just burn my bacons on purpose?!” you exclaimed, hands quickly lifting the skillet pan off the fire and on to the concrete surface, only to transfer the slices of bacon and egg on your plate.

“I-I did not!” Changkyun stammered as he pulled himself up and glanced over your meal, only to feel guilt slowly creeping in. “Oh, you did it on purpose. Just look at these bacons!” you angrily pouted and pushed the plate towards him. One side of the bacons had turned coal black whilst the egg was perfectly safe but only overcooked. “Ridiculous–… What the… I’m terribly sorry [y/n].”

You slice up a small piece of the bacon and sulkily plopped it in your mouth, only to scrunch your nose from the bitter taste of the burnt part. “Yuck…” Scrapping off the black corners from the bacon, you let out a sigh and decided to just get this over with. Changkyun, on the other hand, was watching you with a pout. He actually didn’t mean to let your bacons burn but it wasn’t also his fault for losing his temper, which leads to this situation right now. However, the way how the plate was bigger than your face, the way you struggled pulling your sleeves up to your elbows, and the way you had to bring yourself up to your knees was somewhat making Changkyun less guilty. You were utterly cute, especially in that state of yours.

“You look like a hamster…” Changkyun mutters with his eyes watching your hands shove another spoonful of the egg into your tiny mouth. Rolling your eyes in response, you proceeded in focusing on munching on the food that was in your mouth. “Hey, I’m sorry… I was a bit angered when you told me that my favorite dessert was nothing but just a jelly.”

His voice was filled with sincerity and you couldn’t help but look up at him and sigh. “It’s okay… I’m sorry for being childish and for saying mean things about your jelly.” You softly mutter as you fiddled on your fork and spoon. “It’s alright. We both were pretty childish a while ago.” Changkyun adds while laying down on the pile of ashes beneath him. It surely was another feeling for him to have someone else in this house. “I have to agree with you on that one. Say, friends?” your eyes twinkled with hope as you stare into his eyes, which were looking at you the whole time. “Friends.”

“Hey, Changkyun.” You call out as you finish off your meal with one last bite. “Hmm?” Changkyun keeps his eyes closed while listening to your voice. “Are you usually alone here in this house?” you query while getting off your chair, tiny hands holding the greasy plate over to the sink. “Sometimes, but we also have one more person living with us and he’s usually in charge in taking care of Jooheon’s business as Fordyce and Delavan.”

“Where is he?” you ask once more. It was going to be a long night and you weren’t felling sleepy, which had you pulling a chair in front the fire place. You sit yourself down on the wooden chair and stare at Changkyun, who clearly had no plans on looking at you. “Outside.” As if it was on cue, the sound of the door creak open had each one of you snap your heads towards the door. The sight of a man wrapped in a familiar coat had you freeze on your chair.

“Changkyun, I’m home—“his voice trails off at the sight of you, someone whom he didn’t expect to see. “We have a visitor?” he queries as he carefully places his leather bag on the table, eyes never leaving you. You could feel the beads of sweat forming on the corner of your temples and on your back. Never have you expected to see that man in that very room, nor did you ever thought that he was an affiliated with the cursed witch that has long been sought by the townsmen.

“Isn’t it obvious, Kihyun?” Changkyun sarcastically rolls his eyes as he flips over to his side, arm propped up with his palm supporting his head.  “Don’t act up, Changkyun or else I’ll pour a cold glass of water over your head.” Kihyun snaps as he makes his way towards the two of you. He was still wearing the same clothes since this morning, and you couldn’t make yourself not believe that it was the man who had tutored you.

“Now, now, you do know that Jooheon would die if you put me out and Jooheon wouldn’t like that.” Changkyun fearlessly barks, rolling back into his bed of ashes. He was too distracted to notice the panic written all over your face. “Whatever.” Kihyun rolls his eyes as he places a hand on the back rest of your chair. Leaning down to take a good look of you, a toothy grin was then presented before you. His eyes turning into a crescent. “Welcome to our humble house. I’m Kihyun, and who might you be?”

“Uhh…” you squirm under his stare, your tiny hands were starting to become clammy as the second passes. And the thing that you’ve dreaded that most just happened before your eyes. Changkyun turns his head and looks at you, “Oh, that’s [y/n].” Slowly, the smile plastered on Kihyun’s face fell grim. Eyes were no longer smiling as his lips turned into a frown. “[y/n]… you don’t mean [yf/n]?” The look in his eyes was unreadable as if it had something hidden in his heart had blocked it away. Kihyun didn’t mind showing you how he felt when he heard your name as he knew about your sudden disappearance. “That’s her!” Changkyun exclaims without much thought.

“What are you doing here?” Kihyun narrows his eyes at you, voice harsh and icy cold. It was nothing compared to the gentle yet strict voice of his when he was tutoring you. You lower your gaze down on the floor, heart beating in fear as you knew you had to explain yourself, especially when Kihyun was someone who wouldn’t think twice but to report about your whereabouts to your parents. “I…” your voice trails off when you felt your shoulders starting to tremble in fear.

“You?” Kihyun raises a brow at you. You weren’t like this, as far as he has observed. You were someone who was obedient, playful, caring and loving but not someone who’d just run away from home without any relevant reason. “She wanted to see Jooheon.” Changkyun mindlessly confesses, which had you cursing him on your mind. “Wait… you know each other?” Finally realizing the sudden tension between the two of you, Changkyun looks at Kihyun then back at you, only to regret having his mouth blabbering off.

“I know her, and she’s the daughter of that duke that I’ve been tutoring these past years.” Kihyun answers without taking his stare off of you. “And she’s done something horribly wrong that had the royal palace to turn 180 degrees, making each and every soldier search the corners of the town. You do know that they’ll be searching this place, right?”

“Wait, you mean… Damn it, I have to move this house a bit father to the West.” Changkyun mutters, lifting himself up before staring off into the distance, eyes tightly closed and before you knew it, you were jerked back when the house starts to move.

“You surely caused a huge trouble now, [y/n].”