that jacket looks so fine on him

The Jacket

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, spanking, sergeant kink, metal arm kink

A/N: So I started writing Chapter 5 of Capable but got distracted by this Sinful Sunday™ post by @bucky-plums-barnes and really wanted to write it. So here, have some smut.

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The first time Jeremy says, “I’m happy for you,” he means it. It’s during their first year of college, when Michael comes back to their dorm room early one Sunday morning still wearing the sweater and jeans he wore yesterday, dark marks dotting his neck, sheepish grin adorning his reddened face. Jeremy barks the words teasingly, begs for the more scandalous details, and high-fives Michael before they start a round of Mario Kart.


The second time he says those words, it’s nine months later, when Michael introduces him to Luke. He says the word jokingly, nudging Michael’s side with his elbow when Michael hisses that it’s casual, oh my god, it’s nothing serious, stop it!

But Michael’s repressing a smile when he says it, and Jeremy’s glad to see his best friend happy.


The third time he says the words is a long time later. After a breakup and a fling and a tumultuous short-term relationship that Jeremy could never grant his blessing to, Michael comes back from a second date with this guy he met on a dating app with a hickey and a huge grin. Jeremy’s busy working on an assignment due by midnight, so he just says the words on auto-pilot, sparing time to fist-bump Michael before he refocuses on his laptop. There’s an odd twinge in the pit of his stomach when Michael hums his way to the shower, but he ignores it in favor of cursing at his word doc.


The fourth time is senior year. Michael’s been going on and on about his crush in his Sound Editing class, and Jeremy gets a text during lunch saying that he’s scored a coffee date with the crush.

I’m happy for you, Jeremy texts back. Good luck!

Staring at his phone screen, his half-eaten sandwich forgotten on the table, Jeremy looks at the excited all caps texts from Michael and realizes that he doesn’t mean the words at all.


The fifth time hurts.

Michael is waving goodbye to Alex, his eyes soft with affection and mouth red from kissing that Jeremy pretended not to be bothered by. He turns to Jeremy with his cheeks tinted pink and Jeremy’s heart plummets at the look on his face.

“I think I love him,” Michael says.

Even though his heart breaks at the words, Jeremy doesn’t let his voice crack when he says, “I’m happy for you.”


The fifth time is nothing compared to the sixth.

“He asked me to marry him!” Michael shrieks, eyes bright, smelling of cinnamon and an unfamiliar cologne as he hugs Jeremy tight. Jeremy clutches Michael’s shirt and hugs him back, eyes watering as he swallows a sob.

“I’m happy for you,” he chokes out. It’s a lie. He’s been lying for a long time, now.


The seventh time is the product of a hundred practice runs, of hours spent repeating the same line over and over at a mirror. The words have sanded his heart down to dust until there’s nothing left but an aching empty cavity in Jeremy’s chest.

“I’m happy for you,” he lies to Michael, who’s fidgeting with his tie and his tuxedo jacket. In a few minutes, Michael will walk down the aisle, and Jeremy will stand by him as his best man.

“God, I’m so fucking nervous,” Michael says, laughing.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jeremy says, dragging Michael’s hands away from his necktie before he ruins the perfect windsor knot.

Michael sighs, then looks at Jeremy with a small smile. “Hey man, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jeremy says, and he means it. He’ll always mean it. It’s the only part of him that’s not a lie, these days.

Pack Mother - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.

This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.

You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.

You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.

“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”

You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”

The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.

You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.

You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.

He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”

So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.

You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.

He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”

“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.

“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.


“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.

“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.

“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.

“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”

Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.

“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.

“Take your shoes off.”

“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.

“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.

“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.

“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”

Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.

Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.

“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.

You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.

“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.

“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”

“Tomorrow at eight?”

You grin. “It’s a date.”

Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”

“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.

You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.

“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.

When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.

“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.

“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”

“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.

“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.

“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”

You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.

“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”

Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”

“Young?” You smile and he nods.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.

“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.

When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.

“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.

“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.

He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.

it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

part 1 part 2

You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.

The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.

You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.

Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”

Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.

He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”

You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”

Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”

“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.

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3 AM

Vegas | 3 AM | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Series: Vegas

Note: Read this so you can understand what’s going on a little better lol. So this is not v7. This takes place in between Vegas and Tease, so just keep that in the back of your mind while you read. This is the story of how Y/N got on birth control. Also, credit to @adothoe for a couple lines of dialogue she helped me with.

Word Count: 3066

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: smut, lazy sex, pharmacy, little bit of jealousy, cursing

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Daveed sighed as he laid on his back in bed next to your sleeping form, restless because he’d been wide awake for almost an hour now. It was one of those nights where his brain was on overdrive. His mind wandered from replaying the lyrics to the new clipping. song he was working on to images of the small baby animals he saw while doing a voiceover for a Disney documentary.

Letting his eyes fall shut, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you up against his chest. He buried his face into your neck, trying his hardest to clear his mind as best he could.

You stirred in his embrace, awakening groggily and slowly due to the new feeling of Daveed’s warm breath on your neck.

“D?” you murmured tiredly, shifting closer to the warmth his body created.

“Mm,” He hummed against you, his voice rough from not using it for a few hours. He was tired, yes, but the way his train of thought couldn’t come to a stop kept him wide awake, awake enough to respond with no sleep evident in his tone at all.

“D, go the fuck to sleep.”

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Just Friends | Jughead Jones x Reader

A\N: English is not my first language so I might make some mistakes, feel free to tell me if something’s wrong or what you think about this writing in general.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

It was a chilly autumn evening. (Y\n) was sitting on the couch in her room with a window slightly opened to let the fresh air come in. Everything was calm. Except her mind wasn’t. The silence was filling the room until the sound of a buzzing phone broke it. The girl came up to the table, took her phone and unblocked it. There was a message from one of her bestfriends, Kevin.

    From Kev: “Hey, you okay?”

   She definetely wasn’t okay. And he definetely knew it. All of her friends noticed that something was wrong with her because of how she acted like when they all were hanging out at the Pop’s diner. She wasn’t acting completely different. She smiled a lot, as she always did, but her smile was fading away too quickly this time. If her and Jughead or Betty made eye contact she would immideately break it and look down at the table. There were these little but noticable things that made everyone realise that she wasn’t in the best mood. Though not all of the friends were able to figure out the reason why. 

   So, she spent the past few hours in her room thinking about how everything went so horribly wrong, blaming herself for this and crying from time to time.
   The girl sat back on the couch and typed. 

   To Kev: “I don’t think so”

   She decided to be honest. There was no point of hiding her feelings. If she would say that she’s fine, Kevin wouldn’t believe it. He knew her too well.
   The friends recently found out that Betty and Jughead were together. Betty Cooper. Her bestfriend. (Y\n) was truly glad that Betty found someone who made her happy, because she definetly deserved it. But now everything felt so wrong and hurt so bad, and she didn’t know what to do about it. 

   From Kev: “Can I come over?”

   Kevin was the only one who knew about her feelings. (Y\n) didn’t wanted to tell anybody at all, it was just an accident. But she knew she could trust Kevin with that. Everyone else, Betty included, just thought that there was some kind of connection between the two. But recently (Y\n) and Jughead started seeing each other less often. It didn’t mean that the connection dissapeared, it just didn’t have the chance to show up again. 

   To Kev: “Sure, it’d be nice to see you”

   Betty and Jughead, on the other hand, started hanging out with each other a lot more often while working on the murder board, trying to get more information about Betty’s sister, Polly, and the mistery of Jason Blossom’s death. And it lead them to being something more than just friends.
From Kev: “I’ll buy us some milkshakes at Pop’s. See you in an hour x”
   Lina read the message and it made her smile a bit. 

   To Kev: “Thanx. Love u”

   From Kev: “Love you, too" 

   She blocked the phone and put it on the couch next to her. Thoughts started to crowd round in her head again and she felt a lump in her throat. The girl couldn’t help it and let herself cry. After a couple of minutes she calmed down. Then she suddenly heard her phone buzzing again. She picked it up and read the message. 

    From Juggie: "Come outside, please, I need to talk to you”

    (Y\n)’s heart raised. She didn’t expect Jughead to come to her or to even text her. At least not anymore, not when they fell apart. She thought that now he had more important things to do, different people to care about and to talk to. Anyways, she came downstairs, put her slip-ons on and walked ouside.
   And there he was, standing beside an empty road in his black jeans, boots, green sweater, light denim jacket and overworn grey beanie giving her a little side smile as she walked out of the house.
“Hi,” she greeted him for the second time this day, smiling.
“Hi,” he greeted back.
   There were a few seconds of silence. (Y\n) stood beside the door, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking down at the stairs. He was looking directly at her.
“So… You wanted to talk?” She finally asked, not letting the silence become awkward.
“Yeah, yeah… I… Are you feeling alright?” Jughead said and came a little bit closer.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Why would you ask?”
“Uhm, It’s just… You were looking kind of upset when we were at Pop’s.”
“It’s nothing, don’t bother,” she lied again.
“Are you sure?” He gave her a look.
    (Y\n) just nodded and looked down at the stairs again. Jughead came closer and sat on the doorstep, turned around inviting her to do the same. So she did. The girl sat on the same doorstep but much further from him than she usually did. She just felt like she didn’t have the right to be as close to him anymore. And the thought of that suppressed her. She was looking everywhere - at the trees, at her shoes, at her hands, at the sky… Everywhere, but not at him.
“(Y\n),” he spoke, looking at her. She finally faced him.
   He wanted to say something, but didn’t do it straight away, trying to figure out the most right way of saying it.
“Is it because of me and Betty?” Jughead asked. (Y\n) turned away. A wave of shivers went down her spine. She didn’t expect him to know about that.
   Once again, there was no point of hiding anything. He already knew. That was it.
“How did you know?” She asked.
“To be honest, I wasn’t really sure until now.”
   She tried hard not to cry. They both kept silent.
“I’m sorry,” Jughead said. She couldn’t help it anymore. A few tears streamed down her cheeks.
“There’s nothing you sould be sorry about, Juggie,” (Y\n) answered, wiping the tears away.
“Maybe, but… I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know. And you never did,” she was desperately trying to calm hersef down.
“Well, I don’t think I can explain this situation in any other way that that.”
“It’s not your fault, Juggie. It’s mine. You did nothing wrong. I just…” (Y\n) said, her voice shaking and more tears falling down her face.
   As much as Jughead wanted to hug her, comfort her, be closer to her, and as much as she wanted him to do it now, he couldn’t. They both knew it would only make it worse.
“I should go. I don’t want to bother you, Jug. You don’t have to deal with all of this,” she pointed at her blubbered face with her hands. “You already have enough shit to deal with.”
   She stood up as she said that. Jughead stood up aswell, took her by the the shoulders stopping her from turning around and walking away.
“But I do, I do have to,” he said, looking into her eyes.
   She pursed her lips together and shook her head no.
“Yes, I do, (Y\n)… Because we’re friends,” Jughead said regretting his words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth.
   Friends. Just friends.
“Yeah… Friends,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming, Juggie, but I really think I should go. I’ll try to get over it. I’ll be fine.”
    (Y\n) looked him right in the eyes, gently put his hands off her shoulders, smiled slightly, and came back to the house.
   The girl came upstairs and walked into her room. She stood up beside the table and started crying even harder covering her face with her hands. Jughead was looking at her from the street through the opened window and his heart was breaking into million pieces as he heard her cry. Luckily, he had someone who could fix it.

I’m Here

Characters: Jim Kirk x Reader

Summary: @yourtropegirl asked for smut with the blue survival jacket, and i was happy to oblige.  Set during Beyond, Jim gets back from his fight with Krall to find you, his girlfriend (also a crew member on the enterprise), safe and sound. sexy times ensue after you decide to peel the jacket off of him ;)

A/N: wow this one got a tad angsty…it was just supposed to be smut. but you get angsty smuff.  also, this perfectly lined up with Jim’s birthday in the movie, so yay! birthday angsmuff! (why do i have to make everything an emotional crisis?)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, a smaaaaall captain kink. maybe.

Words: 2290

tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @jimtkirkisabitch @outside-the-government

(also i just realized the zipper is a little starfleet logo HOW CUTE)

You didn’t remember how long you’d been here, pacing in the lobby of the hotel that Starfleet had put you and the rest of the crew of the Enterprise in. You were still in your dirty and torn uniform, still covered in a thin layer of dirt, still incredibly sore and in need of a bath.  But you couldn’t relax until you knew if Jim was okay.  After the Franklin had crashed on Yorktown, you and the rest of the crew had been rushed out of the wreckage and put through a debriefing before being transported straight to this hotel.  You hadn’t even had a chance to see Jim before he was gone, chasing after Krall.  

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What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

  • ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless
  • high school
  • set in usa au? 

and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.

Originally posted by woojinnies

“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”

Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.

“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”

“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”

Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”


“(Y/N), I fucked up.”

You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.

“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”

“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.

“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”

“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”

Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!

“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”

“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.

“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”

“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”

Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.

“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.

“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.

“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.

“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.

“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”

Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.

“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”

But I know that you’re special!

“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”

Woojin mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that? How many?”

“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.

“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”

“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.

“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”

And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.

“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”

“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.

“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”

Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.

“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.


“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.

You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.

“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.

“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”

“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”

You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”

“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.

“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”

You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.

“Let’s do it.”

The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.

“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”

“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.

“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.

“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.

He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”


You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.

The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.


You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.

“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.

“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.

“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.

“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”

“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.

“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”

“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.

“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”

“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?

“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.

“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”

“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”

“What? You smell good!”

Anti-social // Cole Sprouse

Hi ^^ I love your writing and I was wondering if I could request a cole x reader. Like the reader and cole are together for a long time now and she’s like super shy and stuff bc maybe there was something in her past.And cole takes her with him to the riverdale set and all the cast members are super nice but to much for the reader and cole is like really protective about the reader and the others ask him if they did something wrong and cole explains that the reader is just a very shy person. 

 Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,554

Characters: Cole Sprouse, KJ Apa, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Casey Cott, Trevor Stines, Skeet Ulrich, Luke Perry.

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Socialising wasn’t exactly your forte. You preferred to hide away in the shadows and keep to yourself. Your parents didn’t exactly like you socialising with kids that they didn’t know, so you rarely had friends that stuck around.

Your boyfriend, Cole, on the other hand, was much more social than you were. He loved to go out with his friends, but you preferred to sit on the couch with a book and spend the night in. That was half of the reason you hadn’t met his co-stars just yet. But today, he forced you out of the house.

The car ride from the apartment you two were staying at consisted mostly of ‘Cole, seriously. I don’t want to go’, ‘(Y/N), you’re already in the car. Get over it.’, ‘I could jump out the car, you know.’ ‘Don’t be silly.’ So here you were, sitting in the car out the front of Cole’s trailer, your arms crossed over your chest and a pout on your lips.

“Come on, grumpy,” Cole grinned, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek, to which you complied with him and got out the car, closing the door and following him into his trailer, which was surprisingly decent. (You mostly paid attention to the Polaroids on the wall, which you and Dylan appeared in most of them). You sat on the double bed that was in the corner of the trailer, frowning a little. “How do you not miss your own bed or mine compared to this? You always say you’re comfortable here.” You put your phone down, falling back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling, which had fairy lights strung across the roof. “You’re so Tumblr, oh my gosh.”

“Do not judge my hipster aesthetic. The rest of the cast love it.” He grabbed your phone from next to you, putting it on charge since you were complaining about not having a charger and your phone was on 7%.

“So, you’ve had all of the cast here, huh? How many times have you and KJ made out on this bed?” You smirk, sitting back up to look at him and biting your lip. Cole turned to look at you, his eyebrow raised as he stalked towards you, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your hips. You had started to lean back, teasing him as his lips tried to attach themselves to yours.

Once your back hit the cold wall of the trailer, his lips had immediately started at your collarbone, sucking on it gently and then he started to kiss up your neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at it, but as soon as the both of you started to get into the swing of things, you were both interrupted by someone banging on the trailer door. “Dinner is ready!”

“C’mon. Time for you to meet the cast.” Cole pulled you up with him, making you become a little stiff and frown a bit. “You can always like, I don’t know. Bring the food here?” You suggested, watching him shrug on a coat, since it was a bit chilly outside. “You’re going to need a jumper, babe. It’s going to snow tonight.” Cole ignored what you had said, grabbing his spare jacket and slipping it over your shoulders, letting you slip your arms through.

Following him out of the trailer, you slowly walked next to him, hoping to waste as much time as you can. “Come on,” Cole muttered, his arm slinging over your shoulder and pulling you along, making you move a bit faster. “I love you.”

“I love you…” You muttered back, chewing on your lip. Once the pair of you reached the huge tent where the food was prepared and served, your heart started to beat a bit faster, making your breath hitch. If only your parents hadn’t been so stupid…

“Cole, mate!” You heard KJ call out. You looked up at Cole, seeing the grin on his face as he led you over to a huge round table, where the cast of Riverdale was sat at. There were two seats, obviously where you and Cole would be sitting.

“I’m going to put you next to Trev. He’s more chilled out, rather than KJ. You’ll probably swoon over his accent and leave me for him.” Cole held your shoulders, pushing you in front of him and making you sit down. “What makes you say I won’t leave you for Trev?” You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Cole looked at you with a glare, but a small smirk was on his lips.

“Guys, this is (Y/N). You all know about her, but this is her. In the flesh.” Cole announced loudly, making your heart beat quickly and your face go red.

There was a chorus of ‘nice to meet you!’, ‘you’re so much prettier than the photo’s!’, and ‘glad you finally decided to bring her’. You smiled, waving a little bit and taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Let me guess. Cole forced you here, didn’t he?” You heard Trev whisper into your left ear, making you look at him and nod a little. You could probably become really good friends with Trevor. He seemed really calm and chilled out.

Cole had left you at the table as he, KJ and a few others left to go get food. You bit your lip, fiddling with your thumbs and hoping that Cole would be quick and be back at your side.

“So, (Y/N)! Cole has told us so much about you, but now that you’re here, we can finally get a bit more details!” Camila started, a huge grin on her lips. You picked at your nails, a quiet ‘what do you want to know?’ coming from your lips as you looked up at her, shyly.

“Okay! So Cole never told us how you two met!” Madelaine asked, excited to hear the wacky story of how the two of you got together. You swallowed a lump in your throat looking over your shoulder, seeing KJ and Cole messing around together, still waiting in line for food. You turned back to see two older men, sitting across from you, looking at you with worried faces. “Kids, why don’t you let her settle in first, you’ve probably frightened the poor girl.” You know that Skeet and Cole spent a lot of time together, so they’re on screen relationship wasn’t as awkward, so you smiled softly at him.

“Nonsense! She’s fine! Right, (Y/N)? You’re fine! See, Skeet!” Camila grinned, to which Madelaine and Lili nodded along with, all three looking at you like you were a piece of meat. “Actually. I-uh, I need to go.” You quickly got up, pulling the sleeves of Cole’s jacket over your hands as you turned towards Cole’s trailer, walking as quickly as you can.

-Cole’s POV-

Cole saw you move quickly across the grass area, headed towards the pavement and the cluster of trailers. He looked at the cast, who were all a bit shocked due to your sudden exit. Cole had two foam takeaway containers in his hand, eyebrows furrowed as he walked back towards the round table, setting the containers down.

“Was it something we did?” Casey asked Cole, making Cole furrow. “Uh, well, the girls, mostly. You all shouldn’t have scared her like that. It would’ve been better to ease her into the conversation,” Luke added, looking at Camila, Madelaine and Lili, who all looked guilty,

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. She’s just very shy. Her parents didn’t really let her socialise much, so she’s a bit… fragile.” Cole started, sitting down and taking a deep breath. “Nothing that happened tonight is your fault. I think I protect her a little too much, which is also kind of bad. I want her to socialise with all of you guys. Because, I don’t want her going through life and just talking to people who are very close to her, you know?” Cole finished, grabbing some plastic cutlery and taking a deep breath. “I think I’ll go and take this into her. I’ll see you all for filming after.”

­-(Y/N)’s POV­-

You sat on the bed in Cole’s trailer, leaning against the wall and taking deep breaths. You felt so stupid. Running off like a little kid. You should’ve sucked it up and stayed there. They’re all probably laughing at your stupidity. Cole too.

“Babe?” You heard Cole’s voice break you from your thoughts. “In here,” you murmured, picking at your nails. You looked up, seeing him in all his beauty, carrying in two takeaway containers and placing them on the bed.

“You alright?” He asked you, pushing some of your hair behind your ear and smiling softly. “Luke and Skeet told me what happened. I want to apologise for their behaviour. They never usually act like this. They were just really excited to finally meet my amazing and beautiful girlfriend.”

You smiled, a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you picked up a container, bringing it to your lap and opening it. “Butter Chicken. You remembered.” You looked up at him, grabbing a fork and blowing a kiss.

“Can’t forget what my girlfriend likes, can I?” He winked, making you shake your head laughing.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

straywolfie  asked:

My phone doesn't have emojis but could you please do a Klance "finding the other wearing their clothes" one please?

mmm yes. I will grant you this.

Lance stumbles to his tent with weary legs and aching joints. He’s looking forward to curling up in his sleeping bag and passing out after his day of intense training. I had been Coran’s ridiculous idea to do an “old fashioned paladin training camp” on a favourite planet of his, complete with hiking, climbing, campfires and frigid nights. Lance watches his warm breath billow in front of his face and his cold fingers tremble as he reaches for the zipper on his tent. With a sigh, he stumbles inside.

He stops in his tracks to prevent himself from collapsing on top of the other boy that sits in his tent. Keith guiltily looks up. His arms are wrapped around his narrow waist, his flushed cheeks are pressed against a grey hood, and Lance’s unmistakable green jacket is tightly wrapped around his frame. 

“Um…” Lance looks at him curiously.

“I’m sorry!” Keith implores. “I was just…”

“It’s ok.” lance chuckles and sits next to his friend. “Are you cold?”

Keith pouts and nods. 

“I grew up in the desert. I don’t really have any good cold weather jackets.”

“Ah, so your red jacket is a fashion statement then.” Lance rolls his eyes. Keith elbows him in the side. 

“It’s fine for desert nights, or cold space hangars…. but out here…” He exhales. “I was really struggling.”

Lance hums. He turns to run his hands under the collar of his favourite jacket, pulling it closer to Keith’s face to keep in more heat.

“Is my jacket warmer?” He smiles.

“Uh…” Keith’s eyes nervously flit to the side. “Yeah… it’s really nice.”

Damn. Damn that was cute. 

You can keep it!” Lance blurts out. Keith looks startled. “I mean… as long as we’re on this cold planet, you can use it.” Lang shoots him a finger gun. 

“Can’t have our star pilot dying of hypothermia.”

Keith beams. He pushes his hands out of the too long sleeves and lowers his hood. 


“Yeah…” Lance smirks.

“But this is your favourite.”

“I’ll get it back from you eventually.” Lance shrugs. “And in the meantime I can use this sweater.” Lance pulls at the blue knit he currently wears. “It keeps me warm enough”. 

Lance’s long fingers move to Keith’s sleeves. He gently begins to roll them up so the cuffs sit comfortably at Keith’s wrists, instead of comically hanging over. 

“There we go. I don’t want you dragging my sleeves through your food or anything.”

“Thanks.” Keith laughs. His eyes look up to meet Lance’s, before quickly looking back down at their intertwined hands. Lance coughs. 

“Uh… you know though…” There’s a slight tremble in his voice. He pulls his hands away and runs them through his short hair. 

“I…It is really cold here… and if you were worried about maybe getting cold at night…” He fumbles and stammers over almost every word. “These tents would keep in… like if there were more people in here…!”

“Lance…” Keith gently places his hand over Lance’s. His shaking stops. As does his breathing. 

“Could I sleep in here with you?” Keith takes the first step. He can tell what Lance is dancing around, what Lance has been dancing around for months now. Keith had been patiently waiting for a knock at his door at night… a quiet conversation on the star gazing deck… or maybe even being hastily pulled into a broom closet… but none of these have happened. Keith decides he is tired of waiting.

“W…Well yeah! of course! I… I mean if you think that would help?!” Lance blushes up to his ears. Keith chuckles in the back of his throat. He stands and makes his way to the tent’s entrance. 

“I’ll go get my sleeping bag” He turns to undo the zipper. Fingers grab at his other hand. 

“W…wait…” Lance stops him. He looks over his shoulder to see the usually cocky and over confident boy cautiously moving towards him. Lance grabs the lapels of his jacket and straightens them. 

“This uh… this really suits you. You look good.” He smiles. Keith melts and pulls Lance’s jacket tighter around him. He buries his nose in the collar. It smells like sea salt and jasmine. 

“Careful, I just might steal it.”

“I might let you.”

becausedamnsun  asked:

Malec and "That is one hell of a mess.” because with Alec constantly cleaning stuff it just fits^^

magnus never loses things. well, at least not in his own home. everything has a place, everything goes back in its place as soon as magnus is done using it. he can’t remember the last time he misplaced something.

and it feels like a really mean joke from the universe that it would happen to the ring he got for alec.

alec was supposed to be home any minute and they’d made plans for dinner at a new restaurant close to the loft. magnus had taken his time getting ready, savouring every step of his routine, and then when he went into his office and opened the drawer he’d put the ring in, it wasn’t there.

he demolished his office, not even bothering to think about cleaning it before moving on to the rest of the loft. he moved through each room like a tornado, frantically searching for the ring.

he’s extremely panicked by the time he’s done turning over pockets of each coat and jacket he’s worn for the past two weeks, so it takes him a moment to realise his phone is ringing.

“magnus bane speaking,“ he answers it, without even looking at the caller id.

“magnus, it’s cat, are you home?“

the urgency in her voice effectively quiets the panic in his head, or rather, replaces it with worry.

“yeah, is everything okay, are you okay?“

“yes, yes, i’m fine, nothing’s wrong,“ she reassures him quickly. “it’s just that i got to the jade wolf a few minutes ago and remember this morning when i came over to get the potions you made for luke?“

“yes,“ magnus says slowly. luke had a couple new werewolves join the pack recently, and magnus made him a batch of potions to help them adjust more quickly. cat was going to the jade wolf today so she’d offered to bring the potions to luke.

“well, i was in a rush when i took them and didn’t realise there was something else on top of them until now and i have a feeling it’s something you might need for your dinner date tonight.”

magnus felt relief wash over him as he realises what happened. cat accidentally took the ring, he hadn’t lost it.

“well, your feeling is pretty spot on,” magnus tells her and she laughs.

“i’m sending it through a portal into your living room, have fun tonight.”

she hangs up and a second later magnus making his way to the living room just in time to see the small box appear on his coffee table.

he pockets it just as the front door opens, and magnus turns to alec, who is standing frozen at the door.

“what happened? are you okay?” he asks, walking over to magnus in a few quick strides, hands immediately going to magnus’ face as his eyes scan magnus’ body for injuries.

“i’m fine, alexander,” magnus reassures him, and alec visibly relaxes. 

“that is one hell of a mess,” alec comments, eyes moving across the loft. “what happened?”

“i uhm, lost something,” magnus says, and he can see alec looking at him warily, very aware that magnus doesn’t just lose things. “but i found it and we should really get going.”

“okay, if you’re sure,” alec says, still uncertain, but he kisses magnus and takes his hand, leading them both outside. they walk along the streets of new york, hand in hand, and when alec bursts out laughing at one of magnus’ jokes, magnus thinks of the ring in his pocket and smiles.

i’m going to marry this man.

Quiet Moment

Keith’s bangs tickles just below his chin and Lance suppresses the urge to giggle at the sensation.

The Red Paladin had passed out as soon as Lance and him flopped themselves in the middle of the empty common room; fresh out from the shower after their evening training session and ready to do nothing more than just relax and sleep.

It hadn’t take long before Keith’s eyes slowly close themselves when the light around the room dimmed, following the Castle’s general timezone, and the silence left behind was comfortable and warm.

Now, Lance hums quietly under his breath, careful not to be too loud to disturb the sleeping boy in his arms. Keith lies comfortably and lazily against him, back against his chest and head somewhat pillowed between the crook of Lance’s neck and his collar bone.

Lance’s arms are securely wrapped around Keith’s waist and stomach, holding him up and close as if the teen could slip off his grip and onto the floor any moment.

The brunet loses himself in his thoughts as he plays with Keith’s fingers with his own. It’s almost a miracle to see the teen without his gloves and Lance can’t help himself but to stroke tenderly the pale skin that is usually covered.

Keith’s hands are calloused, rough, and maybe a little bulgy, but they are such a light weight against Lance’s. These are the same hands that helps piloting one of the Universe’s last hope, that have master the art of sword fight with only the will of protect, save, do good behind them.

The same hands that have cupped his cheeks in the past, softly and gently, while caressing his tanned skin as if it was something precious and irreplaceable; the mere thought makes Lance’s heart throw itself into a hurricane of emotions.

His own hands unconsciously tighten around the sleeping teen and a smile covers his lips when Keith’s only response is to snuggle himself closer to Lance’s warmth, a soft content sigh escpaing his lips as he settles back down.

It’s unnecessary the reach of warmth when the Castle’s vents work just fine and Keith’s well covered in Lance’s jacket, securely wrapped up around his lean frame, almost as it was made for him.

It makes Lance to snicker softly at the thought of Keith’s hogging his jacket, but he has never seen Keith more relaxed and at ease than when he’s swimming on it, so Lance can’t really complain.

A faint groan makes him look down, fingers still playing with Keith’s own until the moment he feels the slight grip that intertwined them together and then a squeeze.

“Wh’ you laughin’?” Keith asks quietly, voice heavy with sleep and eyes barely half lidded, but the mere sight of those navy eyes makes Lance to skip an excited beat.

“Nothin’.” Lance answers, equally soft and quiet, mouth pressed on top of Keith’s hair, inhaling the moment of peace before he moves down and press a long kiss against the teen’s  temple, “Go back to sleep.”

“Hm.” Keith hums faintly, barely making it before he turns his head and hide back again in Lance’s embrace.

Lance continues stroking the pale skin on Keith’s hands, his own humming creating an unusual symphony with the Castle’s engine. It’s a quiet moment.

The Truth Comes Out

Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,352

“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.

You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.

You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.

You freeze when you hear someone fumbling with the lock on your door. This is just fucking perfect. A creep is breaking into your apartment and on top of it, you’re gonna die wearing a onesie.

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Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Tadashi Hamada x Reader


Prompt: Can you do a Tadashi one where he acts like the reader’s older brother and the reader gets frustrated at him cause he’s being overprotective but later finds out he has a crush on her?

You sighed as you dragged your eraser across a sketch of your latest SFIT project. It was going to be a solar powered plant watering machine, and it was going to be wonderful, if only you could get this blueprint finished.

At this point in the night, there was only one person left in the building: Tadashi Hamada. He had this thing where he wouldn’t go home until you did, and then he would insist on giving you a ride home. It was almost as though he thought you couldn’t handle yourself. And although it was very endearing, it was also a bit frustrating. It was like because he was a year older than you, he thought he had to protect you.

You began to pack up your stuff, and sure enough, Tadashi was right there almost immediately.

“Hey.” He offered a soft smile and rubbed the back of his neck. Okay, you had to admit, he was hot. But still.


“Heading out?”


“Want a ride home?”

“You know I can handle myself, right?” You asked. He offered a somewhat confused expression and slowly nodded.

“What are you talking about?”

“Every night you wait for me and offer to take me home. I can handle myself, you know. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Ohhh, that’s not what this is about at all.” He told you as he wiped a hand down his face.

“Oh yeah?” you put a hand on your hip.

“It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself. Believe me, I know you can. I just…I care about you and your safety and it makes me feel better knowing you got home all right.”

“Oh.” You stated. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. There was nothing but warmth in his eyes. God, the way he looked at you made your heart flutter. He made you feel like you were the only other person on earth, the only other person that mattered. You couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“So, do you want a ride?”

“Yes, please.” You replied. He walked with you to his scooter outside, but noticed your shivering as he handed you his spare helmet.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m f-fine.”

“Here.” He shed his jacket and had it wrapped around your shoulders faster than you could protest.

“Thanks, Tadashi.”

“Don’t mention it.” Even his voice radiated unimaginable warmth. He sat down on the scooter, and you sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his back. After a few minutes of quietly riding down the SanFransokyo streets, you finally arrived home. Tadashi parked the scooter and helped you off. Then, as a change of pace, he walked you to the front door.

“So, I was thinking…” He started. “Would you maybe like to leave school a little earlier tomorrow and go out for sushi? There’s this great place downtown, and I just thought maybe we could-”

You cut him off with your lips.

“I’d like that. A lot.”

Warm As Wool

Prompt: 13 & 22

“You can borrow mine.”
“You’re warm.”

A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!

Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.

But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.

That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.

And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.

Though as time passed, the lines  began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.

However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.

And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.

“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.

Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.

Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.

“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.

Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”


“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”

“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”

You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”

Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”

“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.

Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”


Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.

He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.

“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.

Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”

You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”


You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”

Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.

“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”

“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”

“Only if I can keep the jacket.”


anonymous asked:

Bakugou finding out that hus gf has been taking his sweatpants. She borrows them when she sleeps over but she doesn't return them.

I didn’t know if you wanted Headcanons or a Fic so I’m answering with Headcanons! I hope that’s fine with you!

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Bakugou Katsuki + S/O who steals his Sweatpants:

  • At first, he doesn’t really notice since he has sO MANY OF THEM.
  • Bakugou likes activities that make him sweat and they enhance his quirk so sweatpants are a big deal for him.
  • The first time this happens, he’s taking a shower and you’ve been left alone in his room to probe to your heart’s content.
  • His stack of sweatpants just look so comfy so you pull one out and hold it in front of you to see if it would look alright on you maybe you’ll buy a pair for yourself-
  • Except, Bakugou is pretty much finished with his shower and he comes out of the bathroom in just a towel completely shocking you.
  • Your automatic reaction is to shove the sweatpants into your bag and act like nothing happened.
  • Afterwards, you’re waaaay too distracted by Bakugou putting on clothes without flashing you and then hanging out with him.
  • You don’t notice until you get home and pull out the sweatpants.
  • Who needs to buy sweatpants tbh? That’s what hot boyfriends are for. ;)
  • So how does Bakugou find out? Welllll…
  • It’s one of those lazy days at home when you’re absolutely not about to get up. You’re lying down in the bed when the doorbell rings.
  • You sO do not want to get the door but your parents are out on a weekend trip you couldn’t join them on because of school so you grumpily pull yourself out of bed and fling the door open-
  • “Hey.”
  • “K-Katsuki???”
  • “About time you opened the door. Have you even eaten breakfast, idio-”
  • “Uh, what is it?”
  • “Are those my sweats?”
  • “… yes?”
  • Hahahaha, in your mind you’re just like I am sO FUCKED.
  • Bakugou’s mind is doing terrible things lbh.
  • He honestly thinks you look much better wearing his sweats than he ever did.
  • “I can- I can wash them and give them back-”
  • “No. It’s fine. Keep them.”
  • “Really???”
  • Oh you think he’s doing you a favour? You’re doing him a favour by wearing them. *hums knowingly*
  • He loves when you wear his clothes, it shows that you’re his.
  • He will start volunteering more of his clothes for you to wear but stealthily.
  • “Are you cold?”
  • “I… Katsuki, I still have two of your jackets-”
  • “I’m not going to let my girlfriend get cold just because she hasn’t returned my jackets.”
  • His favourite loaned clothing is a jacket with his name right across the back in big letters like you can’t spell “TAKEN” any better than that.
  • When you ask him why he keeps loaning you his clothes now he’ll just say that you started it. 
  • He will never admit that he just loves you wearing his clothes. Ever.

Title: knock

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Genre: Nasty? Is that a genre? 

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

You raise your hand to the door of his apartment, just barely grazing it with your knuckles as the single most humiliating thought occurs to you. What if he says no? Granted you’re not an idiot … you’re well aware that he has options and that every one of those options are far better suited for his tastes than you could ever hope to be, but you’re also three shots deep and exactly eight hours away from boarding a one way plane to the other side of the world.

In other words you’re on one, and you have a good feeling that he might be on one, too.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a Dean smut - you guys are on a date and some random dude comes up and starts hitting on you (while Dean goes to the bathroom or something idk) and Dean sees this and tells him off (and you find that really hot). Rough smut & dirty talk please?

“Ok, hurry up.” You tell Dean as you see him with a smile watching as he walked towards the back into the bathrooms in the clothing store. Today you were both on a date just celebrating being in the company of one another again before he had to go off to tour in whatever place. You had managed to have him the whole day and some fans had asked for his autograph but it wasn’t anything that was too unbearable. You let your eyes drift away from the direction that he had walked in, walking around the store your hands skimmed over the shirts, and skirts that you had found intriguing and you wanted.  Everything in the store was beautiful to you and if you could buy up everything you would be a broke person.

“I can get that for you.” A deep voice spoke behind you. Turning around on your heels, you looked up at a male who had blonde hair and a bunch of tattoos across his body. He was hot, and maybe if you were single you would take him up on that offer. Then again you were independent so taking things from strangers were not something you indulged in.

“Ah, it’s fine I was just looking and besides I don’t think my boyfriend would be happy to see you buying me something.” You smiled holding out your arms to show off the big leather jacket of Dean’s that you were wearing over your small sundress.

“But he’s not here, so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt you. Besides you look pretty lonely to me gorgeous.” The male rasped and you couldn’t help but smile sheepishly and comb your hair behind your ear. “You missed a spot.” He teased reaching his hand out to tug a free strand of hair behind your ear.

“O-oh thank you. You’re too sweet but really I’m a loyal girl.” You grabbed his hand smiling up at him and gently pushing his hand down.

“Loyal, beautiful and independent? Damn I hate that I haven’t been able to meet a girl like you. Dude must be lucky but I can take you from him, just give me once chance.” He laughed softly and you couldn’t help but laugh with him because he was persistent and you had to respect it because he wasn’t overbearing he just seemed fun to be around.

“You’re never going to get that chance, dude.” Dean came up behind you, fists clenched you looked up at him turning flustered because you couldn’t believe he was here, but of course it didn’t take a person long to pee so of course he would be back.

“H-hyuk.” You whispered his name, he took your hand from the other male’s hand with a light jerk holding his own hand inside of yours.

“I’m sorry, don’t get me wrong I know how fine she is. I know she’s beautiful and that smile is to die for. I know that body looks taught and right with her curves and I can guarantee you that if you wondered if her pussy was tight and it would be easy to slip that dress up and taste her then you’re right because I do it all the time but she’s mine and I’m not stepping off for a while.” Dean bowed his head pulling you back from the male and you bowed your head with an apologetic smile as Dean lead you towards the car. Walking outside in the parking lots towards your car wasn’t anything less than awkward. He didn’t say a mumbling word. Jaw clenched he lead you towards the car and you were worried because he was never one to be like this, you were sure nothing ever got you done and seeing this made you feel guilty because you allowed someone else to flirt with you, but it wasn’t like that at all. Once you both made it to the car you opened your mouth to say something, instead Dean turned you around and pressed his lips to yours roughly hands tangling into your hair pulling your face closer to his. He sucked on your bottom lip backing you up against the car his hands roaming over your body feeling every ounce of skin that he could get. He only broke the kiss when he felt you both needed air, opening up the back door he pushed you into the car moving to place you on your knees facing the back seat. You didn’t have to guess what he was up to from the way he slammed the door and got behind you. Burying his face in your neck he kissed along your skin, grazing his teeth against your spots to turn you on as quickly as possible. His hand slid down to your panties, pushing them to the side as his other hand quickly tried to get his dick out of the confines of his boxers. Once he was free he rubbed his tip against your opening before slamming inside of you quickly.

“Dean!” You urged quietly pushing your hips back in a needy manner.

“No baby. Say my name.” He pleaded out bracing his legs on either side of yours bunching up your dress around your hips starting to fuck you harder making the car rock. His hard shaft slipping past your tight entrance and slamming into you.

“Hyuk!” You whimpered out pushing your hips back against his and he gave you a moan of approval slapping your ass cheeks. He grazed his length against your walls rolling his hips as he pushed harder into you. The car shook becoming filled with light cries of your moans and his heavy grunts. He was creating more hickeys on your neck breathing heavily against your skin.

“Don’t leave me baby. I love you.” He groaned out as his hand rubbed your clit quickly and that made you quickly realize what this was about. Your hips jerked forward, gasping you reached your hand back to grip at his hips bouncing backwards, the windows fogged up and the risk of getting caught was heavier but it was more exciting this way.

“I love you Hyuk! I only want you I promise, only you Hyuk please make me cum!” You whimpered out in a needy state squeezing your dripping pussy around him. You could feel the juice sliding down from your parted legs and onto the seats but you wanted more and you urged it. Your hips meeting as he bit on your ear groaning he husked out sweet nothings urging you to cum. In a few more thrusts you were cumming first spilling it out onto his shaft, and he was loving every moment of it. Hands locking around your waist he slammed you backwards until he was burying his load deep inside of you. Holding you to him as he filled you up, he took a few calming breaths kissing over your sweaty skin.

“I should get you jealous more often.” You teased earning a pout and a shove from Hyuk as you both straightened up yourselves.