the shirt looked awful and i had to do a lot of shit to it

anonymous asked:

Hey so you prob have v v many prompts but like I would love to suggest one.. Okay so, Dan is a very confident slutty pastel teenager and Phil is a badass punk boy that everyone fawns over.. and they absolutely hate each other but one thing leads to another and they end up at the same party where Phil is dared to fuck Dan in front of everyone.. (LOTS OF DEGRATION, and dom Phil and sub dan)

a 👌 classic 👌👌

*small mention of rape*

dirty talk + degrading + lots of language idk it’s one am

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“You look like a slut.” PJ handed Dan a drink, leaning against the counter next to him, raising his eyebrows.

“Thanks, that was the point.” Dan winked, hiking up his already far too short baby blue shorts. PJ rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna get raped.”

“Um, excuse me, I can take care of myself.” Dan took a sip from the red plastic cup, frowning. “I haven’t gotten raped yet, have I?”

PJ shook his head, staring at Dan like he didn’t understand him one bit. “I just don’t get why you want to look like you strip for truckers.”

Dan pursed his lips, shifting his pink sweater so it hung on him perfectly, showing just the right amount of collarbone. He smirked.

“That’s probably because you’re a virgin, honey.”

PJ pretended to flinch, shaking his head. “Ouch. That was harsh.”

Dan just shrugged, licking his lips.

“Hey Dan,” PJ started, his eyes lighting up as he stared at something across the room. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

“Shit,” Dan groaned, not even having to look, but he did anyways.

Phil Lester had just entered the room, fully clad in black and far too many zippers.

He was wearing a black leather jacket and t shirt, his jeans the same shade, what a surprise. On his feet were large motorcycle boots. Dan scowled.

He had about five people practically hanging off his arms, Dan hated him.

“He thinks he’s so hot,” Dan grumbled, glaring at his cup. “He thinks he can get anyone he fucking wants, what a twat.”

“Aw,” PJ grinned. “Dan’s got a crush.”

“Fuck you,” Dan growled, punching him on the arm, hard. “I’m as close to having a crush on him as I am to fucking him.”

“Dan, you’re literally the sluttiest person I have ever met.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “I’ll fuck almost anyone BUT him.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Positive.”

~~~

Dan raised his eyebrows, amused. “No. You’re drunk.”

“C'mon Dan,” his friend Chris whined, tugging at his sleeve. “It’ll be fun!”

“No, it won’t.” Dan pulled his hand away. “It’ll be a lot of drunk guys daring me to jerk them. I’m not playing.”

Chris sighed, crossing his arms. “Dan, I hate to do this, but if you don’t come I’ll tell everyone that you hooked up with Mr. Parker over the summer.”

Dan’s eyes widened, and he glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” Chris smirked. Dan scowled at his friend.

“Fine. Fuck you, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The game of truth or dare was happening in one of the bedrooms; Dan was fairly certain it belonged to the kid’s parents. It consisted of a bunch of drunk sweaty teens that had formed a circle, passing around risky orders and questions in excited whispers.

Dan sat down between Chris and PJ, running his fingers through his hair. He shot a glare at Phil across the circle, who was staring at him.

The first ten minutes were normal. The other kids basically ignored Dan, focusing on one person after another. They seemed to change their focus often; singling out one poor soul after another. Soon the focus was on Phil.

“If you had to fuck anyone in this group, who would it be?” Some guy asked Phil, and Dan looked up, for some reason interested to hear the answer.

Phil smirked, glancing around at everyone before his eyes landed on Dan. He laughed.

“Probably not him,” he said, grinning cockily. “I wouldn’t want to catch anything.”

Dan felt a pang shoot through his chest, and he crossed his arms.

“Fuck you, Lester. At least I don’t have to wear animal skin to look bad ass,” he shot back. Phil glared at him.

The rest of the group fell fairly silent, and Dan was highly aware of everyone’s eyes on them. Finally Chris spoke.

“Okay but, you guys should fuck.”

There was some mutual agreement, and Dan’s eyes widened.

“What? Why!”

“Yeah, no, for once I agree with you. Hell no.” Phil shook his head, looking shocked.

“With a few more drinks, you two will be all over each other.” A boy, Dan thought he remembered his name was Charlie and that he was the kid this house belonged to, said, taking a swig of his beer. There was some nodding from the other people.

“That’s not true,” Dan mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Alright, is no one going to say it?” Chris glanced around the circle. “Fine, I will. I dare you two to kiss.”

“Fuck no,” Dan said immediately, before Phil could even respond. “I’m not doing that.”

“Dan, don’t be a pussy,” Phil growled in a voice Dan was fairly certain he had never heard from him before. “It’s a dare.”

“You’re seriously agreeing to this?” Dan scoffed. Phil shrugged.

“Well, I’m not scared of a little dare.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Dan mumbled, sighing and moving closer to him, on his knees. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Phil smirked, leaning forward and pulling Dan forward by his shirt so he was practically sitting in his lap. Dan hardly had time to react, let alone speak, before Phil was pressing their lips together. Dan just let it happen; it only lasted a second before Phil was pulling back and it was over.

“No no no,” Chris said, grinning. “That doesn’t count. You have to really kiss, for at least ten seconds.”

“Seriously?” Dan asked, and his friend just shrugged. Phil mumbled something under his breath, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging him back roughly.

This time Phil kissed him open mouthed, their lips clashing and sliding together. Dan was highly aware of Phil’s tongue invading his mouth, and he fought back with his own.

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, kissing him deeper and clutching at his shirt, so lost in the feeling that he didn’t hear Chris shouting that their time was up.

Finally Dan pulled back, mostly because he needed to breathe, and frowned when he realized everyone was staring at him. Including Phil.

Everyone was quiet, mostly in shock, until a boy in the back spoke up.

“I dare you to ride him,” he said, grinning drunkly.

Dan and Phil made eye contact, and Phil smirked.

“Well?” He asked cockily.

“You’re really putting this up to me?”

Phil nodded slowly, licking his lips and tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, tugging his head back roughly. “Well, Dan? Are you too scared?”

“I’m not scared,” Dan breathed, frowning at him.

“Well then prove it, pretty boy.”

Dan gasped as Phil bit down on his neck, sucking thoroughly on a spot under his ear. It felt completely wrong to have the guy he absolutely despised leaving marks on his neck, but kind of fucking sexy in a way. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.

Dan felt himself tense up as Phil slid his hand down his stomach, brushing the hem of his shorts.

“Couldn’t we use a different room or something?” Dan asked, grabbing Phil’s wrists instinctively.

“No,” said the boy from before, quickly. “We won’t have any proof you did it.”

“You thirsty fucker,” Dan hissed at him as Phil played with his zipper.

Phil hummed against his neck as he pushed down his shorts, and Dan let him. None of them would remember this in the morning, and most of them had seen Dan naked anyways.

“I bet you love this,” he whispered, biting down on Dan’s ear, scratching his nails down Dan’s thighs. “You’re such a fucking slut, I bet you love being exposed like this.”

“Says the guy who’s erection is digging into my back,” Dan shot back, and Phil shrugged.

“So? I’m turned on. At least I admit it.”

Dan jumped slightly as Phil brushed over his bulge, and Phil chuckled.

“I hate you,” Dan breathed as Phil palmed him, drawing a whine from Dan’s mouth.

“Mmh, doesn’t sound that way.”

Dan felt Phil messing with his own jeans, pushing them down his hips.

“Do you know how many people would love to be in your place right now, you ungrateful slut?”

Dan smirked. “Yeah, just about every thirteen year old girl in our school.”

Phil pulled Dan’s hair roughly, exposing his throat, and Dan couldn’t help letting a whimper escape him.

“You don’t get to speak to me that way,” he growled, and Dan could feel his hard on grinding against his ass. “Understand?”

Dan couldn’t help but moan, grinding back on Phil’s lap. “Yes sir,” he gasped.

Phil put his fingers to Dan’s mouth, and Dan took them obediently. He carefully covered them with spit before Phil pulled them out.

“I figure you don’t need stretching,” Phil muttered, smirking meanly. Dan just nodded, unable to think of a snarky comeback in that exact moment.

Dan felt Phil lining up, and then gripping his waist.

“Push back,” he breathed, pulling Dan back on his lap slightly. Dan moaned, pushing back on Phil’s cock completely.

He grinded back slowly, his eyes closed and whorish moans falling from his mouth nonstop.

“That’s it, baby, moan like a dirty fucking slut for me,” Phil groaned, biting down on Dan’s neck. “Such a good fucktoy, that’s it.”

Dan whined, letting out little gasps and “ah ah ah”’s as he bounced and grinded expertly, fucking himself on Phil’s dick. They seemed to have both forgotten anyone else was in the room, except for a faint prickle on Dan’s neck, the feeling of being watched, which was honestly turning him on even more.

Phil grabbed Dan’s wrists, pinning them behind his back and thrusting up into him roughly.

“Think you can cum without me touching you?” He asked huskily. “Because, that would be really fucking hot.”

Dan nodded almost immediately, speeding up his movements with a loud whimper.

“Fuck, daddy,” he gasped, and Phil practically growled.

“What a pretty toy, acting like such a slut for me, in front of all these people,” he whispered, meeting Dan’s hips with his own. “Everyone’s watching you, Dan, watching you call me daddy and fuck yourself on my cock. I bet you fucking love it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Dan whimpered. “Yes, daddy, god yes, l-love it.”

“Good boy.” Phil pulled Dan’s head back on his shoulder. “Now cum for me, princess.”

Dan let go with a loud continuous feminine moan, his hips twitching as he thrust forward automatically. Phil groaned, burying his face in Dan’s neck as he let go inside of him.

Dan slumped onto the carpet, completely fucked out, his eyes still closed.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

Phil was suddenly very aware of all of the people staring at them, and laughed.

“Hey, Charlie, I can use your shower right?”

The boy nodded slowly, still shocked into silence.

“Cool.” Phil grinned, scooping Dan up bridal style in one motion and standing carefully. “Uh, if you hear noises from the bathroom, you probably have rats and it’s totally not a second round.”

Sharing Is Caring

Originally posted by knightlley


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hey! Can you write a JeffxReader? Where the reader is Clay sister (and have a secret crush on Jeff), someday she was going to sleep in Hanna’s house, but for some reason she didn’t stay to sleep and when she go home she find Jeff slepping in her bed. You can choose how it ends. Thank you! :D”

Words: 1.247

A/N: I am happy that I received a Jeff imagine! Although I didn’t want to leave Hannah alone, because I can imagine the reader being on the tapes after because of it. Yup, I am a little bit paranoid. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you like it and I would be grateful if you send other requests!
Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/H/C) is Your Hair Colour.


“Oh my God, you seriously like Jeff Atkins?” Hannah exclaimed excitedly and energetically as she knew the secret you’ve been keeping for years.

“Who wouldn’t like him?” You stated as if it was normal to like Jeff. Well, he was good looking, kind and funny. He had the characteristics you were looking for a boy and you knew that he was the one when you met him.

“Aw, I hope he likes you back.” Hannah honestly said as she played with your (Y/H/C) hair while you both sat on her comfortable double bed. You decided to have a sleepover because it has been awhile since you last spent time together. She was one of your close friends and you loved her presence.

“Well, he’s older than me and I am out of his league.” You shrugged your shoulders as you felt a little bit down for what you’ve just said.

“Oh, cut it off! You are beautiful, intelligent and sweet, it is impossible to not fall in love with you.” Hannah comforted you as she praised you with her sincere words.

“Aw, Hannah.” You looked at her with a wide smile and you hugged her. “Thank you.”

“It was the truth.” She hugged you back as a nice friend she was.

“Talking of these boys,” You started as you broke the hug and she hid her face behind her hands as she already knew the next question. “how are you and my older brother, Clay?” You flashed a smirk and you saw her cheeks turned red.

“Oh my God, I knew it.” She laughed, still having her face hidden. “We’re friends, (Y/N). We work at the movie theatre and we talk at school, that’s it.”

“Jesus, Clay never asked you out?” You shook your head for your disappointment because you rooted for them being together. You considered Clay and Hannah as a perfect couple.

“He’s shy.” Hannah shortly answered.

“But it’s not an excuse! I would slap that dork silly, seriously.” You unleashed a long and deep sigh because Hannah seemed disappointed too and her being dismayed was one of the things you wouldn’t want to see. “I’ll talk to him, because I know that he likes you too, a lot!”

“Geez, really?” Hannah smiled widely and you nodded happily as her happiness came back once again.

“You can count on that!” You winked at her and she bit her lower lip. You stared at each other and you both let out some soft giggles for no reason, but it was interrupted as you heard some noise coming from the living room.

There was a discussion happening between Hannah’s parents and you could tell that she felt embarrassed for it. She hated it when they fought and having a friend hearing their complaints wasn’t one of the things that she wanted to happen.

“Are you okay, Hannah?” You worriedly asked and she just shook it off, obviously avoiding herself to ask you some help.

“(Y/N), do you mind if we cancel this sleepover?” She fidgeted with her warm blankets as she was nervous for your possible reaction.

“Oh no, it’s fine for me if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean, I would stay to cheer you up, but I will give you space if you want.” You sympathetically said as you understood her situation.

“I am fine, really.” She assured you. “I will call you if I ever need some help. Thank you.”

“Don’t bother to call me, okay?” You reminded her once again as you got up from her bed. You gathered your things and you put them in your backpack.

“Noted.” She smiled widely at you, not minding her parents anymore. She got up too and you both went outside her room as she led you to the house’s front door. Her parents stopped throwing shit at each other as they saw you going away and you could say that they felt guilty because of it.

“Good night, Hannah.” You sweetly greeted. “Call me or text me, okay? I am always here.”

“I know and I thank you for that.” She hugged you and you responded to it by hugging her back. “Good night.” She then let you go.

“Good night, see you tomorrow.” You said as you unlocked your bike’s chains. You then rode it as you said goodbye to Hannah once again. She watched you as you started to pedal way back home.

During your journey, you thought of Hannah’s family situation and you knew that it wasn’t your business but you wanted to help her. You wanted to help her, because you didn’t want for it to be one of the reasons she would feel sad or disappointed. Her life was already hard and you didn’t want for her to carry another problem on her back.

Once you arrived home, you silently went to your room, not wanting to wake anybody up. You plopped your things on your desk and you let yourself fall on the bed carelessly.

“What the fuck, Clay?!” You heard a deep voice complaining and you were shocked, mostly scared, for a moment. You were afraid to move, but you quickly searched for the lamp that rested on your bedside table and you turned the lights on. “Oh, it’s you (Y/N)!”

“What the hell are you doing in my room, Jeff?” You corrugated your forehead as you wondered why. You liked Jeff, but you knew that you had the right to be furious after what happened.

“Clay said that you were staying at Hannah’s!” Jeff sat up as he covered his shirtless body. “Boys can have sleepover too, duh!”

“Jeez!” You laughed even though you were annoyed. “I am sleeping on the couch downstairs then.”

“No, I am sleeping there. This is your bed and it’s not okay to let a woman sleep uncomfortably.” He ranted as he searched for his shirt and wore it soon after.

“It’s okay, Jeff. Stay here.” You flashed him a smile and you got up from your bed, ready to go out of the room.

“No!” Jeff protested. “We can share! It’s a double bed and I can sleep on one side and you on the other.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow as you considered his proposal.

“Only if it’s okay with you. If not, I am sleeping on the couch.” He smiled as he scratched his nape.

“Alright, I’ll share my bed with you.” You went back on the bed and you sat on your space. “Only because I don’t want for you to be uncomfortable, okay?”

“Alright, (Y/N).” You could bet that you saw him smirking before you turned the lights off.

“No malice, Jeff!” You slapped his muscular arm and he just let out a laugh. Oh, how much you loved that laughter. “Thank my parents because they taught us that sharing is caring.”

“I’m thanking Lainie and Matt tomorrow, don’t worry.” He jokingly answered and you just giggled because of it. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Jeff.” You smiled while you had your eyes closed. You couldn’t believe it, so you had a hard time drifting in your sleep, same for Jeff.

You were happy that you had a chance to share the bed with your ultimate crush and both knew that you would wake up hugging each other, but who cares? You both liked each other, you just had no guts to admit it and this is a great coincidence to show the affection to each other.


No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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It’s A Comfort Thing

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,738

Warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORRY 

A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

listen to this


Originally posted by arkhamcutie


my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

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Road Trip || c.h

tbfh i was writing car sex w/ cal but i deleted it bc i thought it was trash omg (i dont think this was amazingly written, pls forgive me ;[)

Warning: this is fucking l o n g. 

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

“Baby.” You heard a soft voice call to you in your head. You were sleeping soundly, until this voice kept sounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, introducing you to the dimly lit car. The car stumbled upon a bump, allowing you to float in air for just a moment. 

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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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5 a.m. [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.

Word counter: 4,474

Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin. 

Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.

@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that! 

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Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.

His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.

“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”

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Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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MASTERLIST

Word count: 2,981

From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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PAX East Confrontation

(A Darkiplier & Antisepticeye fic. Warning for some violence.)

It was around 3am and most of the con had quieted down. Guests retired to their hotel rooms to rest after a long exciting day. Seán lay next to Signe, still mostly awake. He was too excited to sleep. The panel had gone so well! He was giddy at everyone’s reactions to his video. He couldn’t wait to see Robin and high-five about it. He wanted to bounce up and down but didn’t risk waking his partner. The dark hotel room was suddenly lit from Seán’s phone. Though he hated checking his phone so often, he couldn’t help himself. He was too wired to ignore it, so he he gently rolled over and slid the phone under the covers so the light wouldn’t bother Signe. It was a text from Mark. It read:

“Hey Jack, you awake?” another text “Sorry, Seán. I’m still in the habit, haha.”

Seán replied “It’s okay. Yep i’m up! Today was awesome!”

“Hell yeah! Hey um, since your up do you mind meeting me to talk? I don’t want to wake anyone else but I need somebody.”

“Yeah okay, give me 5 minutes. Everything okay?”

“I’m okay. Um, i’ll meet you in stairway D, if that’s okay. I feel like walking. We can go to the balcony, it should be private at this hour.”

“Cool, see you.” Seán carefully left the bed and threw on some clothes. He grabbed his keycard and quietly shut the door. The hallway was colder than he expected, but he didn’t mind. He was too bouncy to mind the cold. At the end of the hall was the door to the stairs. Seán always liked the feeling of roaming a hotel at night. Hotels were inherently fun for some reason, and the empty halls felt a bit spooky but free. He entered the dark stairway and called, “Mark? You in here?”

Mark appeared from the shadows, wearing a smart suit. An odd change from his comfortable con-going clothes but Seán didn’t question it. Mark spoke, “Hi. Thanks for meeting me. So uh, you don’t mind climbing the stairs?”

“Nah, let’s go!”

Mark and Seán walked together in silence. After a flight, Seán asked, “So hey, what did you want to talk about?”

Mark said, “It can wait.” Something was off about his voice, but Seán decided to give Mark his space. Their footsteps echoed in the stairway. Seán found himself looking over his shoulder, suddenly feeling mildly unnerved that the stairs were so dark. The light looked funny in there. He glanced at Mark’s face and noticed how unsettling the shadows made it look. He laughed to himself nervously. “Hm?” Mark hummed.

“Ha, nothing. Too much coffee is messing with me, I think. Gonna drink more in a couple hours though,” Seán enthused. The two made it to the balcony.

The city was dark and so was the moon, offering no moonlight. Mark and Seán were barely silhouettes in the night. Seán ran to the edge of the balcony and marveled at the stars. “Okay I know I should be in bed but this is amazing!” he cheered.

Mark chuckled, “I knew you’d think so.” Mark joined Seán by his side. The two stood together, enjoying the quiet moment.

Seán sighed contentedly, and asked, “So what did you want to talk about?” It was then that Mark grabbed him from behind and threw him onto the ground. Before Seán could react, he was hit with a swift kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

“Alright Anti, come on out,” Mark said, his voice weirdly deep and distorted.

Seán gasped and regained his breath, “Mark, what are you-”

Mark kicked him again. “You can’t hurt your host, but I can. If you want to keep his body, I suggest you take over.”

Seán was so confused. He’d never seen his friend violent like this before. He scrambled to his feet and made a run for it. “Mark I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny!” Mark caught up to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him back to the ground. “Fuck!” Seán shouted, as his head hit the hard concrete floor of the roof. “Mark please!”

“I bet that hurt a lot. A few more of those and he’s gone, so come on out, glitch boy,” Mark said in a too-calm voice.

“Mark stop, you’re acting crazy!” Seán cried.

“Mark. I always hated that name. I mean Dark is pretty stupid too, but at least it separates me from him,” Mark, or rather, Dark, mused, holding Seán down. Seán struggled to push him off. Regaining focus, Dark struck Seán across the face and pulled his hair, “Come on, Anti, I don’t have all night.” Seán just stared up at him, bewildered. Dark breathed an impatient sigh and hit him again. Seán cried out weakly. His head was getting fuzzy. Another blow. His whole body jolted with the impact. His vision started to go. “Tick Tock,” Dark said, wiping the blood from Seán’s lips with a handkerchief. Seán just whimpered. Dark huffed impatiently and started to strangle him. Seán’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and just as he passed out, Dark released his hold. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and began to drag Seán back towards the door to the stairs. “Next time I guess. You’re cutting it close though,” he said to the limp body.

After a moment of silence, the body started to glitch and fizzle. The sound of static sharply emanated. Dark smiled and let the body hit the ground. He backed up, eagerly awaiting Anti’s presence. The glitches grew more violent, and where bruises had appeared on Seán’s neck, now were self-inflicted gashes, gushing blood. Skin turned paler and hair faded into a washed-out, sickly mint green. The body twitched, and then, from it’s position laying on the floor, was at once standing up, albeit slumped.

“You…” came a garbled voice. The body lunged at Dark, who casually dodged, “You bastard, what the hell do you want?” Dark didn’t answer, he merely tipped up Anti’s chin to look into his bright eyes. Anti clenched his fists. “That was a dirty trick, even for you,” he said, hitting Dark’s hand away.

“Oh?” Dark feigned innocence. Anti hated his calm, inviting demeanor. He was cool-headed even during a beating. It was rare to see the facade crack and true wrath show through the veil.

“You used their bond lure him out here. That’s cruel,” Anti said.

“Oh no, did I betray little Seán’s trust? How awful. Can you imagine if I did something like that to an entire unsuspecting audience?” Dark said, with dry sarcasm.

“That’s different! Those people, they’re just faceless masses. They don’t know him. They chose to trust him ‘cause they think he’s funny and kind. Even cute,” Anti said, wrinkling his nose at the idea, “A five minute meet, greet and hug isn’t real trust. Seán and Mark are actually friends.”

“Are you upset that I hurt him, then?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrows.

Anti frowned. “What do I care? I’m just saying it’s cruel and unnecessary. There are easier ways to get my attention.”

“That’s rich coming from Mister Throat Slitter,” Dark gestured.

Anti gently touched the wound, feeling the warm blood on his fingertips. He felt a pang of something, but it couldn’t be guilt. He’d never admit Dark had a point “What do you want, anyway?”

“I’m not happy with your little stunt,” Dark said, turning his back to Anti.

Anti snickered, “Oh my god, all this to tell me you’re a jealous bitch? I could have figured that out on my own! Jesus, Dark, you’re fucking extra. Drama queen prick,” Anti clapped Dark on the back. Dark’s body flickered and suddenly he faced Anti again, catching his wrist. He gripped it too tightly. Anti was able to glitch to break away. “I’m fucking off to bed, dude,” Anti scoffed, turning to leave. He got a few steps before Dark teleported in front of him, and knocked him back with a punch to the face. “Fuck! So it’s like that? Okay i’ll throw down!” Anti said, rolling up his sleeves. He hated how pretentious Dark could be, but wouldn’t mind a fight. It could be fun.

“Now now, I just want to talk. I only hit you ‘cause I couldn’t let you leave so soon,” Dark chided.

“Oh really? Not ‘cause I pushed your buttons?” Anti taunted.

Dark smiled. “How long do you think they’ll love you for anyway? How long until they get tired of the novelty and just want their precious Seán safe and sound? They’re starting to figure it out, you know. That without their attention, you’ll fizzle and fade. Sure you’ll manage blips here and there, but after a while you won’t even have the energy for that”

“Are you kidding? You saw the panel, they love me! At the first hint of me they screamed and cheered. They can’t help themselves. I hurt Seán, badly, and they begged for more. They’ll never love him more than the spectacle,” Anti gloated.

“Spectacle,” Dark pondered. He ruffled Anti’s hair as if he were a child, “You know, that’s a great word to describe what you are.”

“Ugh don’t do that! Personal space. Fuck sake. What about you, huh? What happens when they get tired of you?”

Dark looked perplexed, then a look of realization hit him. “Oh my god. You think i’m like you. Tell me Anti, where do you think Mark’s body is?”

Anti tried to hide his confusion. “Well obviously it’s…it’s uh.”

“Probably asleep or taking a shit, that’s where it is,” Dark answered for Anti, who crinkled up his nose. Not the imagery he wanted to think about. “You see, I don’t share. This body’s mine. Mark can do what he wants, and whether the audience believes in me or not doesn’t matter. I’m not like you, Tinkerbell. I don’t need admiration to live, i’m well past that point. I just like it. What I don’t like is sharing the spotlight with you.”

Anti was dying to ask how Dark was able to manifest his own body, separate from Mark. He’d ask, but more annoyed with Dark’s arrogance. He scoffed, “well, it’s a little late for that, now, isn’t it?”

Dark flickered up to Anti and twisted his wrist behind his back. Anti tried to glitch away but Dark’s energy was overwhelming. Anti felt a rare twinge of panic. Dark had grown in power. “I’m going to ask nicely. Cut the antics, stay in the background, and i’ll play fair,” Dark said cooly, too close to Anti’s ear. Anti went to hit him with his free elbow but Dark caught him and twisted harder, forcing him to kneel. Any harder and the bone would break, which even for Anti would take some time to heal.

Anti was defiant nonetheless, “Or what?”

Dark grabbed Anti by his hair and made him bow his head, “Or i’ll make sure you don’t have a body to go back to.”

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The next morning, Seán awoke and checked his phone. No new messages, nothing to report. On the way to the vendors section of PAX he saw Mark with his gang. Ethan and Tyler were dabbing at fans. Seán ran up to them. Mark caught his eye and went to meet him. “Oh hey Seán! Did you sleep okay? You look a little out of it.”

“Oh yeah, i’m probably getting the PAX plague. That’s what you get for hugging a jillion people!” Seán laughed, “Throat hurts like hell but it’s worth it! I gotta tell you though, I had this super weird dream. You were in it and you like, punched me in the face? Then the dream switched over to Resident Evil 7. Fucking bugs in my face and this time I could feel them!”

“Gross! Sorry for being a dream asshole. Can you make it to our panel today?”

“Yeah i’ll see you then!” Seán waved to the crew and trotted off. He glanced back at them one last time, and for a moment, he saw a second Mark in the distance. He shrugged it off as a cosplayer, and continued. He coughed, “Ugh. Stupid sore throat.”

Oh Sehun//Love Thy Neighbor

Originally posted by wooyoung

Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty
Word Count: 3,712

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Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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When Nico woke up drenched in sweat and covered in goosebumps, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

In fact, he spent his first 10 minutes of wakefulness staring at the ceiling and wondering where he went wrong. The flu had been circulating, but he’d taken the typical precautions. He’d stayed away from the campers who were sick, he washed his hands plenty, it wasn’t as though he’d exposed himself—but then, he remember that his stupid best friend was head of the infirmary, and that the asshole had probably carried the disease over. Will hadn’t been sick of course, he was an Apollo kid, but he probably exuded the flu germ.

After deciding that Will was, more or less, dead to him, he dragged himself out of his bed. A violent coughing fit left him dizzy and disoriented, and he had to sit down with his head between his knees to catch his breath. His temples throbbed and chills rocked his entire body, his stomach turning into knots. The son of Hades couldn’t decide if he’d be better off going to breakfast or going back to sleep. He didn’t really feel like dealing with mother hen Solace in his space about skipping a meal, but he also wasn’t sure it was a good idea to even walk to the pavilion, non the less eat anything.

In the end, he tossed aside his sweat dampened shirt and laid down on his stomach, muffling his coughing in his pillow. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he knew he wasn’t about to get out of bed again. Part of him didn’t want to be alone, and part of him was maybe hoping that a certain healer might seek him out. Purely for some relief from the fever, and definitely not anything else. The knots in his stomach had turned into an hot, uncomfortable queasiness, and his head was pounding so hard that his vision blurred, so he just planned on spending the day in bed.

Nico wasn’t so sure when or how he dozed off with how uncomfortable he was, but the next thing he remembered he was being shaken awake by an irritated looking blond. Blinking away the bleariness in his eyes, Nico groaned loudly and curled up in the opposite direction.

“Nico di Angelo.” Will’s voice was sharp and accusatory, and just the tone of his voice made Nico think he had his hands on his hips. He was cold and sweaty, an unpleasant combination, and his stomach roiled violently as a protest against any sort of movement. The voice didn’t falter though. “You’d better get out of bed, you know you can’t just sleep all day. And you skipped breakfast, you know I hate it when you do that.” He sounded like he was going to continue, but Nico threw whatever was closest at him.

“Will, shut up.” Nico groaned, his voice coming out as a croak. “Leave me alone.” He must have sounded pretty pathetic, because Will immediately stopped.

“Nico? Are you alright?” Will’s voice was softer now, and the creak of the floor as he stepped over made Nico’s head ache.

“Do I look alright?” Nico asked, cracking one eye open as he turned to face Will, just in time to see the blond sit at the edge of the bed.

“Oh, geez. Not really.” Will chuckled, his smile apologetic as he laid a hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up. Flu, maybe?” At least he had the sense to look guilty for barging in and waking him up.

“You’re the healer.” Nico croaked, turning his head away to cough into his pillow. The room was too bright, his head aching as he tried to calm his wheezing breaths.

“You sound awful.” Will said, patting his back gently as he coughed. “What are your symptoms?”

Nico rattled through his symptoms in his head—a cough, fever, headache, sore throat, nausea—but he was too tired to say it all, so instead, he shrugged. “Feel like shit…” He mumbled, shivering as a chill coursed through him.

“You know, if you tell me whats bothering you, I might be able to help you.” Will said, moving to card his fingers through Nico’s hair. Nico shivered at the sudden touch, his heart picking up in pace. He tried to tell himself that it was just because he usually didn’t like to be touched when he was sick. Will seemed to get away with a lot of things, though.

“I don’t exactly feel like talking.” Nico grumbled, turning away from him, just causing Will to drop his hand down to Nico’s back.

“Well, then I’ll assume it’s the flu. We should get you to the infirmary.” Will said. “I can get you medicine and something to eat.”

“Good luck getting me out of bed.” Nico muttered, though his voice caught and he was thrown into a coughing fit that rocked his entire body and made his eyes water. Will carefully guided him into a sitting position, and Nico didn’t have the energy to protest, especially when it made it so much easier to breathe.

“You’ll be better off in the infirmary, Nico. There’s medicine and healers—”

“You know I don’t need healing, the flu is out of your realm, everyone just goes there for fluids and cough syrup…” Nico croaked, swallowing thickly around the saliva that had suddenly pooled in his mouth. Just the act of sitting up had been enough to make everything worse, the various aches and pains more acute. He felt his stomach contents in his throat, all of the sudden, and he’d broken out in a cold sweat. Pressing his knuckles to his lips, he barely concealed a burp, and all at once he knew he was about to vomit.

Will’s years of healing had done him good in this situation, because as soon as Nico brought a hand to his mouth and his shoulders hiccuped with a barely contained heave, he had a trashcan shoved hastily under his chin.

Nico gagged and heaved a couple of times before he actually brought anything up, shaking and gray-skinned. Will had taken a spot on the edge of the bed, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to support him as he finally brought up a thin stream of bile and saliva. Nico didn’t eat much and it came up all at once, burning his throat and making his eyes sting. The nausea tapered off after that, leaving Nico trembling and exhausted and worn down.

Will set the trashcan aside without saying anything, letting Nico lean on him for support as he leveled himself and tucked his sweaty fringe back. “Yeesh.. Feel better?”

“Little bit…” Nico admitted, his voice croaky and quiet. “Less nauseous..”

“That’s good.. I’ll make you a deal- I’m going to get you a change of clothes, and you’re going to drink a glass of water, then i’ll let you rest, okay? But if you throw up again, you’re coming to the infirmary.”

Nico was far too tired to protest anything now, especially since it meant being able to sleep. He was too feverish to be embarrassed about being shirtless as Will helped wrangle him out of his sweaty clothes, and too exhausted to put up a fight as he was watched intently as he swallowed his glass of water.

Will was oddly quiet as he tucked Nico in, setting the trashcan close to the bed and another full glass of the water on the table. “I have to go to the infirmary for a minute to tell them I’m going to stay with you for a while, but I’ll be back.” He promised, voice soft. “Need anything before I go? I’ll only be a minute or two.”

“Mm.. No..” Nico mumbled, curling away from him. “Hurry up, m'cold.”

Will smiled to himself, rolling his eyes and giving Nico’s shoulder a light squeeze. “Five minutes, max.” He assured.

Nico was half awake when Will returned, curled up to face the wall, his eyes closed. The blond was humming very softly to himself, peering over Nico to assure he was asleep before slipping off his shoes.

The son of Hades hadn’t expected him to crawl into bed like he did, wrapping his arms around Nico and pulling him in close. He especially didn’t expect the kiss pressed to his temple as Will settled down in the bed.

He wasn’t exactly complaining, though.

Stereotypical (5) first date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Here’s the first date! Hope you enjoy! xxx

Oh, that feeling of your heart skipping a beat and your stomach flipping at the sound of the doorbell.. it’s been a while. But tonight is your first date with Bucky, as he’s now forced you to call him, and you’re excited. After that talk with him, after him asking you if he could court you, you’re incredibly excited and intrigued to see what he’s got up his sleeve.

He’s taking you out to dinner, called two days in advance to confirm —again— and give you notice that it’ll be something formal. So, evening wear required.

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Request: My Whole World

Request: Can you write one where the reader is being really petty towards dean for something he did and he gets fed up in a cute and fluffy way please.

Request: Could you write one where the reader is taking a nap and she’s pregnant and wakes up to dean talking to her stomach and it’s just all fluffy and cute

Word Count: 1,673

Thank you! I hope it’s what you were hoping for. Lots of love<3

“So anyway,” You continue, dipping the spoon back into the ice-cream carton and digging out another generous mouthful, “I get into the kitchen and he’s sat there, just munching on the last cookie. I’m not even kidding. I’d been craving them for weeks and I’d finally managed to convince his protective, overbearing ass to take me out to pick up the ingredients and he eats the last bloody one.”

Sam eyes the carton, balanced precariously atop your growing bump, and smiles a little, “He can be rude sometimes.”

“I know, right? And he acts like it’s nothing, like I haven’t been dragging his spawn around inside me for… what, seven and a half months?” You sigh dramatically, “All I wanted was a cookie and now all I have is…”

“Ice-cream?” Sam quirks an eyebrow with an amused smile, but you just shoot him a sardonic glare.

“It isn’t what I want. And you and Dean are so close, this might as well be your spawn too, so watch what you’re saying.” You manage to get the spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth just in time to point the spoon at him accusatorially, but he only laughs at you – it’s been like this for nearly three days now, considering that you’re not exactly on speaking terms with Dean unless it involves backrubs or food.

“I’m sure he feels awful.” Sam attempts, picking up another plate and setting it in the warm, soapy water of the sink – baby-proofing efforts are fully underway in the bunker, which, according to Sam, means turning the place into a clean, half-decent child-rearing environment. The brothers are so concerned with making it completely perfect and safe that you’ve barely had anything to do with it, which you’re perfectly fine with at this point.

“No, he doesn’t. He feels bad that I’m grumpy with him. But he enjoyed that cookie, and I know it.” You narrow your eyes, “They were damn good cookies.”

Sam turns to you after a moment, “Y/N, can I say something without you… spontaneously bursting into tears or throwing your ice-cream at me?”

“Probably not, but go on.” You nod, scraping out the bottom of the carton and giving him a roguish grin. He offers a small, though hesitant, smile, drying his hands off on the towel draped over the oven door handle.

“I think you’re scared. About Dean, about the baby, about everything.” He watches warily as your eyes narrow, and you sit forward slowly, a protective hand moving over your stomach as if his words could somehow hurt the tiny, helpless infant inside, “And I can’t help but wonder if you’re finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length so that if something does go wrong, he doesn’t blame himself. So he isn’t so hurt by losing one or both of you.”

“Sam-“ You try, but he has a way of reading you that not even Dean has managed to grasp – he really is your best friend, your brother in all but blood – in the least weird way, considering you’ve been with his biological brother for years.

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. All three of you.”

“All four of us.” You correct, and he gives a conceding nod.

“All four of us. We have heaven and hell on our side, Y/N. Trust me on this one, alright?” He moves half a step closer to you, the smile on his face reminding you that he’s as excited as you are for this, and has mulled over every single one of the same possibilities, “We’ve gotten through everything else. This is just another adventure.”

You let the silence hang between you for a few moments, before hauling yourself to your feet and fixing him with a look that lets him know that he’s absolutely right, but that you’re less than impressed about it.

“One of these days, Sam Winchester, you’re going to tell someone a home truth that they really hate and you’re going to get punched.” You tell him, though the smile on your face instantly negates any kind of seriousness in your statement, “And fair warning, I am going to laugh.”

“Fair point.” He smiles, stepping forward to take your shoulders in his hands and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “Go on, Y/N, get some rest. I’m almost done here.”

He can tell how obnoxiously tired you are, and even how hard you’re trying to hide it. It’s been a difficult transition, and one you’re still struggling with, going from reckless, active hunter, to careful, nurturing mother – though it’s one you’re more than willing to make.

“Alright, Sammy. I’m going for a nap.”

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Naps have recently – even over the last three or four weeks – have become your primary source of sustenance. Depending on the hours that Winchester junior decides to make your bladder/ribs/kidneys into his or her personal trampoline, you’re not getting as much sleep as night as you perhaps should be, which means that the couch is your new favourite spot – these days, if either brother or anyone else needs to get a hold of you, that’s usually where you can be found.

When you find that the something pulling you from the warmth and comfort of sleep is Dean’s voice, you’re less than surprised – for a man who pretty much makes a living out of being sneaky and stealthy, he doesn’t half know how to make a racket (and then some) when he wants to. What you are more surprised to find is that, from where his voice is, he’s sat on the floor in front of you with his face up close to your shirt – more specifically, to your stomach.

“… And she’s stubborn; don’t ever try to get in her way. I’ve known her forever, and I’ve only actively disagreed with her once or twice. She’s clever, too. Probably too much for her own good. And beautiful – hopefully you’ll look a lot like her, but not too much, because then you’ll be charming the living shit out of everything in a five mile radius from the minute you’re born and none of us will stand a chance.”

He’s speaking in a low, soft tone that is difficult for even you to pick up at this point, but what you do feel is his hand lightly ghosting over your stomach – at first, you thought it was a bit odd, the way he’d like to randomly feel you up, but it eventually became more endearing than anything else.

“Another thing you’ve gotta watch out for with your mom is that she’s funny. Too funny, sometimes, like when we’re in a life or death situation and she comes out with a comment and man, does it piss off whoever – or whatever – we’re hunting and it distracts us all but it just makes the whole thing more bearable. But you’ll never know any of that, anyway, if we get our way. You deserve better, and I’ll be damned if that’s not what you’re going to get. Then again, I’m probably damned anyway.”  

He sighs softly, and after a moment, you feel his nose up against your skin.

“God, kid, I hope I don’t screw you up. I hope you get the childhood I couldn’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if you were scared for one minute of it.” He’s choked up, you realise, your heart skipping a beat and stomach lurching, “Kid, you are so, so loved. Whether your mom is pissed off at me or not; whether you know it or not, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I promise you, you’re not going to forget that. And neither am I.”

There’s a long moment, and he takes a deep breath, obviously trying to collect himself – you’ve heard him speaking to the bump before, of course. He’s played music to it, cranking the volume up in the Impala as soon as he’d read in one of those books that the baby had hearing organs (‘Have to get their tastes refined early, Y/N. I refuse to have a child who can’t appreciate a bit of rock.’) and belting out lyrics even when it was just the two of you – but never like this. Never with that… vulnerability; never with that kind of feeling.

You prise one eye open, watching him for a few moments, “You really just can’t let me be mad at you for more than three and a half minutes, can you?”

His head snaps up and his eyes widen as he realises that you’re awake, and have been the whole time – his eyes are still shining and slightly glazed, but he plays it off by clearing his throat and giving you a small smile.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore? I can’t keep up.” He says softly, searching for your hand, and, once he finds it, he twines his fingers with yours sweetly.

“I was never mad at you. Well… not once the damage had been done.” You concede with a smile, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting position so he can come and sit beside you, one arm around your shoulders and the other hand still laced with yours.

“I’m sorry about the cookie. I’ll go and find more, Sam and I were thinking about-“

“It’s not about the damn cookie, Dean. Not even a little.” You interrupt, pulling your hand from his to hold his palm to your stomach, “I… was being dumb. And stupid. And rude. And it was uncalled for, whether I was being funny and petty over a cookie or not.”

“Is that an apology?” His eyes widen, but a grin spreads over his face as the baby kicks against his hand. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Don’t push your luck. And whether I’m mad or not, you owe me cookies.”

He doesn’t hesitate to nod, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “Anything you want. Everything you want. I don’t care, Y/N. You – both of you – you’re my world now.”

Busted

Can’t stop it.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff Smut/ Smut

A/N; I’m sorry for grammar errors, and that this one shit is shit. This was just something I wanted to post because I feel sad for not posting anything for my followes. 

“Jungkook, I’m grounded. I can’t go out with you or even go out of the house,” I said through the phone letting out a sigh from being grounded on a Saturday night. In fact, I was grounded for a whole week only because of one incident that happened last Saturday. 

The fact that I went out partying real hard last Saturday coming home all drunk and with a dress quite revealing in their opinion, but I didn’t get laid something that would be awful for both my mom and brother. I’m not the type of girl, who loves having sex with multiple guys at the same time. That’s just nasty in my opinion. This is my punishment no going out with friends, partying or even talk to people for a whole week. Unfair, I got safely home last Saturday and didn’t have a stretch on me. I was totally fine and I didn’t get into any trouble on my way home because someone was already taking care of me. 

“Just sneak out, I’m horny. Namjoon and all the older ones instead of Jimin and Taehyung are out on a trip. Jimin and Taehyung have their girlfriends here, so why can’t you come as well?”

“You know that we’re not even together. This was one mistake that turned into something. Namjoon is going to freak out if he finds out or in fact he’s going to get mad,” I said with a slightly worried tone, afraid that people would found out about our secret relationship. People all around the boys know that they have sex, but they don’t know who the girls are. The only ones in the group that have officially come out with their girlfriends are Jimin and Taehyung. The rest of the boys are either in a secret relationship or just have sex with a girl they found attractive. “It was a good mistake, so please come over”

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My ex-boyfriend (who broke up with me) is mad because I don't want to be friends, My best friend bailed on me even tho I haven't seen him in 2 months, I failed a chem test, an ASL test and an English Socratic Seminar today and I have to go to school tomorrow. It's been a hectic day. If you have the time (and energy def don't feel pressured!!) I'd love a hurt/comfort Stucky or Stony fic please (or Bucky/Steve/Tony)

that is a huge pile of shitty anon, i’m sorry!

“All right, Iron Man, back in the air,” Steve calls and Tony does a silly salute even though he doesn’t think Steve can see him from where he is.

“Upsie daisy,” he calls in return. He’s barely lifted off when something hits him in the right thigh with a loud crunch. Pain spikes all the way down to his toes and up into his hip. The shock knocks him off kilter. He cries out, but it’s more out of shock than anything.

“Tony?!” he hears someone yell, but the view on the HUD is spinning and that’s more important than whoever’s yelling at him.

“Sir, you’ve taken a hit—”

No shit!” Tony yells back breathlessly.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.2

Okay for starters…I made Y/BF/N Jamie because I’m typing this on my phone and typing Y/BF/N is annoying lmaoo sorry. And the anon who originally requested this has asked me to focus this mainly on black girls/POC, so I’m extra hyped.

Also I honestly think I might make this a series? The beautiful and most talented Gabby (@lukeysgirlkinda inspired me to, but I didn’t have a prompt. Might also steal her idea of a new chapter every 100 notes…what do you guys think?


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten


You checked over your outfit once more in the full body mirror before walking carefully down the stairs. You’ve had more than one encounter attempting to run down the stairs before someone reached your house and it always ended badly.

“You look so pretty!” Jamie grinned as she turned around on the couch to see you.

“All I did was my hair and makeup, Jamie. I have on shorts and a shirt.”

“Can’t ever take a compliment.” She rolled her eyes playfully.“ What time is Calum coming?”

You checked the time on your phone before answering,“Any minute now.”

“You’re excited, aren’t you? I mean there’s a hot, young Australian who wants to be your sugar daddy. How much better can life get?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a sexual person, Jamie, how am I just going to be there at his every beckoning call?”

“You’ll do it, trust me.” She laughed, her smile widening when she heard someone knock on the door.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to an imagine where Alex and the reader were partnered together for a project but they both forgot to do it so they have to pull an all nighter at one of their houses but they're too busy trying to impress each other with cheesy pick up lines so their project ends up a lot more rushed and awful than it could be? Your blog is one of my favourites by the way ❤

Great idea anon! Honestly send me more Alex I need me some more inspiration for my Joy Division nerd ~

969 words, Alex Standall/fem!reader

Your phone vibrated next to you with an incoming call, it was Alex Standall, the boy you had been partnered with for your geography project.

Wait.

Your geography project! 

Rapidly smacking the ‘accept’ button with your thumb you flung your phone up to your ear, and the two of you instantly started shouting about how you were so sorry that you’d forgotten, and how you had to get it done tonight to get it in for tomorrow (the last possible turn in date). 

You gave him your address and got out a few arts and crafts supplies from your ‘artistic’ days of your childhood. You had to make a poster describing something to do with coastlines, something that neither of you had the first clue about. 

You’d just about set up the cardboard and felt pens which had probably dried up in the past eleven years when a knock came from your door, yelling to your parents that it was for you. 

“I’m sorry that you have to have me in your house at ten to ten at night but this has gotta be done.” 

“It’s no problem really, and no shit it’s gotta get done!” 

The pair of you half assed coastal erosion research for the first few minutes, taking short handed notes. 

“Ever realise that erosion kinda rhymes with erection?” you blurt out, already exhausted from all the panicking and rushing around to pull your shit together. Alex snorted and smirked over at you on your bed from your desk chair.

“You give me coastal erections.”

“Colossal erections, babe, you just missed a trick.” it felt weird joking about erections and being a little flirty with someone you hadn’t spoken to, outside of your constant complaints about the lesson in geography. It was quiet for a minute, Alex trying to be serious and carry on his research before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 

“It’s not even that much past ten and I’m already going crazy.” 

“I can’t wait for your craziness peak, then,” everything you said came out tinged with that tone of voice you use when flirting clumsily. 

Time passed again, Alex shouting out facts about colossal erections coastal erosions for you to write down in your most presentable handwriting, complete with pictures.

“Holy fuck, we’ve only just done the first stage? You nearly cried, taking a look at what you’d already done. 

“Hey, we’re being detailed, and we’ve got all night.” 

“Yeah but I don’t wanna go all night.”

“Said no one to anyone, ever.” Alex smirked at you rolling your eyes at yet another discreet innuendo. A few more crude sex jokes later (now how in holy hell have you managed to make a geography project so sexual, Standall?) he moved onto pick up lines, you following his lead, both of you daring each other to get cheesier with them.

“Are you a magician, because when I look at you, everyone else disappears!”

“Ohh, that’s weak, y/l/n - do you have a bandaid? I scraped my knee falling for you.” you made gagging noises, pretending to stick your fingers down your throat. 

“My god, Alex I had no idea the extent of terrible pick up lines.” 

“I’ve got some pretty nasty ones.”

“I bet I can top all of your shitty pick up lines.” 

“Bite me.” he’d scooted off your desk chair and onto the bed where you’d been since you’d started; however the project was on the floor, only two out of god knows how many stages of erosion completed. 

“Hey Standall, does your left eye hurt? ‘Cause you’ve been looking right all day.” he actually laughed at that one exclaiming:

“You’re terrible, y/n,”

“You bet.”

“You’re sixty-five percent water, and I’m thirsty.” You threw your head back and laughed over dramatically. 

“Okay, enough, enough, you’re disgusting.” Alex’s face turned serious, making you do the same. “Ah god, sorry, do you wanna keep going with the project, or?” you trailed off, watching Alex watch your lips move. 

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in, shaking his head lightly. “Sure thing, I’ll get back to the research.” You were a bit upset that you had to actually pull an all nighter doing geography, instead of flirting with the hot new friend you’d just made.

He spun out some more facts to you, going quicker than ever once you both realised it was nearly four am and you needed to sleep at some point. The A3 poster found its home on your bedroom floor yet again to make room for a very tired Alex next to you. It was scruffy and lacked a lot of information, but it was good enough near to done so you both accepted it. 

Flirting with each other seemed a better use of six hours anyway.

You got up and ready with each other that morning, firing even more pick up lines at each other, and even more on the walk to school. You went to part ways in the hall to get to your lockers until you mentioned one pick up line you’d both over looked.

“Y’know what this shirt is made of? Girlfriend material.” 

“I’d like to take more than your word for that one, y/n. Wanna get a coffee or something? I used to be a regular at Monet’s, so I can get us some free stuff.” he mentioned with a wink, not waiting for you to fully respond, only taking your first uttering of the word ‘yes’ as his answer. “Cool, see you tomorrow? It’ll be cool to hang out, sans the homework right?” 

“Right, totally.” he gave a little wave before turning away, making his way to his locker. 

You were exhausted, naturally, but you were pretty sure that you’d just gotten a date from a few cheesy pick up lines.