this dress just makes me melt

Creativity

Genre: (Creative) Smut [Inspired by fifty shades darker ;_; ] 

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 1500ish

(Song rec: Pray )

Originally posted by remartins97

His lips were inches away from your core, teeth digging into his lower lip as he marveled at the sight in front of him. However, his pleasure didn’t last for long as your legs clamped shut when you felt his slender fingers on the inside of your thigh.

“Baby,” He whined out, hand lightly hitting your inner thigh but you refused to move, “Let me taste you.”

You shot up at his words, hands pushing him down underneath you, denying him his wishes as you rubbed your dripping folds over his erection, covering it in your essence before lining it up with your entrance and sinking down, your tight walls wrapping around it.

“Mhm, I’d rather make you feel good, Yoongi,” You bent down to whisper in his ear before biting your lip teasingly.

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Another X-Men headcannon but this time with the big asshole/teddy bear that we’ve come to love.
These headcannons are really fun to do. I’ve come to enjoy doing them lol.
Anyways enjoy!
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Logan Howlett headcannons:

-He has the tough guy/secret teddy bear look.

-Still kind of messed up over Jeans death, but loves you so much.

-You and him joke about how big a dick Scott was, but reminiscing about how angry he got when Logan stole his bike all the time.

-Always has your back, some times he’s just a tad bit too over protective of you and it gets really annoying, which later leads to unwanted fights.

-“Logan he just accidentally bumped into me, that doesn’t give you the okay to beat the shit out of him!”
-“I don’t give a damn if it was an accident, the asshole should’ve been watching where he was going”
-“Goddamn it Logan.”

-Him later feeling like a douche about what happened and making it up to you some how.

-“Get dressed princess we’re going out”
-“for what?”
-“Just get dressed”

-Low key melts every time he looks at you, like fuck, he let you tear down his walls, you’re his world.

-Spoils the shit out of you, and doesn’t give a fuck about what people think, just minor annoyed when people think he’s soft.

-He’s secretly soft, even though you’ve pointed it out.

-Still denied it.

-So whipped for you, but tries to keep up the tough guy look.

-Fails at keeping the tough guy look when you call him at one of his nights out with the guys and leaves to go to you.

-Down time is a must with him, he gets stressed easily, and usually keeps his anger/frustrations locked up. This usually leads to him accidentally blowing up on you.

-Because of this, it landed him a week on the couch, 10/10 tried to sneak back into bed, but you caught him trying it.

-This landed him an extra week.

-He thinks about what it’s like to have kids with you.

-This later leads to a long conversation with Xavier about what he should do.

-Dad goals to the max.

-Gets pissed if someone looks at you. But you reassure him that he’s the only one for you.

-Once got caught being all mushy and smiley with you by Kurt when he accidentally bamfed into the room you were in.

-Kurt was shitting his pants, he best keep his mouth closed because 10/10 Logan will turn into the wolverine asap.

-Later finding out that Logan threatened the smol bean, and lecturing his ear off.

-This lands him another long week on the couch.

-He probably thinks that he should just marry the couch because it’s seen him more than he’d like to admit.

-Long conversations about nothing, just ramblings about how your days been going.

-Logan always looks forward to these ramblings.

-Still suffers from extreme PTSD nightmares, this scares him because he thinks he’s going to hurt you one night.

-You have to reassure him that he’d never hurt you.

-Has a secret nickname that he has for you behind closed doors(like baby girl, or sweet heart) but out in public,it’s usually babe or love.

-Y'all probably gonna get married.

-Who am I kidding, you got married.

-Logan got his kids.

-Both of you are happy as fuck together tbh.

-Logan is legit husband/boyfriend goals.

Auston Matthews - Part 32

81440 words, 159 pages and countless followers later, this is my last post for my first story and I could not be more grateful. 

“Oh, come one! One more dance,” I beg Auston, pulling on his hand in a failed attempt to get him to stand. “Please,” I pout, giving him the full effect of my too big of eyes and pouty lip.

               “You’re a pain in the ass,” Auston grumbles at me before getting to is feet much to my delight.

               “If my parents weren’t here and watching us like a couple hawks, I could give you a really good dance,” I whisper to him and he makes a face at me.

               “Why you gotta do that? We are in the middle of a reception where I can do nothing to you,” Auston complains, letting my drag him back out onto the dance floor.

               “Well,” I start, putting my arms around his neck as a slow song picks up. “My parents are staying here in the hotel tonight… I told them that I would just stay at the house and go home early in the morning…” I cock my head to the side and give him a grin.

               “Are you saying that your childhood home is going to be vacant for an entire night?” Auston asks me, raising his eyebrows at me.

               “I am saying that,” I nod, licking my lips as he puts his hands on my waist.

               “So I get to take this dress off you a second time?”

               I laugh. “Technically you just unzipped it the first time,” I correct him and he rolls his eyes. “But yes, you can take this dress off for me. But I have something else in mind that I will need to put on,” I give him a smug look and his goes still.

               “What do you mean?” He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes.

               “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy for another…” I look at my pretend watch on my wrist. “Thirty-two minutes.”

               Auston sighs dramatically and starts swaying me to the soft music again.

               “I hate you sometimes,” he mumbles and I giggle.

               “Hmmm, I don’t think you do,” I say softly, leaning my forehead against him.

               Auston breathes in deeply and his brown eyes meet mine, glowing with affection that makes my heart ram against my ribs.

               “I think you’re right,” he whispers and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

               “I love you,” I say, kissing his lips softly.

               “I love you,” he whispers back, moving his lips to my forehead as I rest my head against his chest, even as the song comes to an end and a more upbeat song pulses through the speakers.

               “Mind if I cut in?” My mother’s voice says behind me and I lift my head off of Auston to smile at her.

               “Be my guest,” I tell her, moving out of Auston’s arms as my mother takes his out stretched hand.

               I smile to myself as I back away from them and back into the maze of tables surrounding the dance floor. Watching them twirl around the dance floor and Auston’s cheek turn pink at something my mother says to him.

               “There you are!” A loud voice says making me jump. I look over to see Melissa barreling towards me, white dress billowing out behind her looking like a goddess.

               “Here I am!” I exclaim, taking her hands in my own as she reaches me.

               “Oh, Y/N, tonight has been so perfect,” Melissa says, her eyes aglow and her cheeks a pretty pink with excitement.

               “I know! Everything is so beautiful and everyone is having so much fun! And…” I raise her hand up so the lights above catch the ring on her finger. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.” I say and tears well behind her eyes.

               “You’re going to make me cry again!” She wails and I pull her into my arms, tears in my own eyes. “I’m just happy we both found someone, me a wife and you… that glorious boy wooing your mother right now.”

               I giggle and pull away from her to look over my shoulder to see Auston pull my mother up from a low dip, her face is cherry red and she’s giggling like mad.

               “I think she’s had a little too much to drink tonight,” I laugh and Melissa nods.

               “I think so too, but hey, at least she’s having fun and it hasn’t turned into Aunt Cassie’s birthday party yet,” Melissa smirks at me.

               “True, all the poles seem untouched,” I say.

               “There you two are!” Another voice says and I look over to see Emily, Melissa’s brand new wife sauntering over. “Keeping my wife from me I see,” she winks at me and pecks Melissa on the mouth.

               “My bad, she’s all yours Emily,” I grin, squeezing Melissa’s hand once more before releasing it.

               “Nonsense! I came over here to dance with my two favorite girls,” Emily exclaims, taking both Melissa and me by the arm and dragging us out onto the dance floor. I laugh as they dance around me, both a little uncoordinated due to the amount of wine both of them have had. Auston joins me once again after a few more songs of dancing with my mother before passing her off to my father. His hands slip to my hips, my back against his front and I wiggle against him making his hands tighten around my waist.

               “Y/N, don’t you dare,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip.

               “What am I doing?” I ask him and he scowls, tapping my nose with his finger.

               “You know exactly,” he says and then he smirks at me. “If I had known that sleeping with you would unleash this kind of attitude, I would have been more persistent a few weeks ago,” he whispers. I swat at him and push against his chest.

               “It’s just because your friends aren’t here for me to babysit, mama needs to let loose sometimes,” I grin at him and he laughs.

               “I can loosen you up whenever you want,” he says and then is interrupted by a commotion by the door and I know it’s time for the newlyweds to depart, which means Auston and I get to do that same shortly after.

               “Come on,” I say, taking his hand and tugging him to my rightful place as maid of honor and secure Auston at my side.

               We wave and throw the rice, kissing my favorite cousin and new second favorite cousin on the cheek as they make their way down the steps to their waiting chariot, or in this case their waiting Mercedes. We wind through the crowd and finally spot my parents who are already heading back inside to continue the party.

               “Mom! Dad!” I call after them, Auston and I hurrying up the stairs to them. “We’re going to take off, gotta leave early to get Auston to practice in the morning,” I huff at them, out of breath from the six stairs I had to climb to get to them.

               “Oh so soon?” My mom pouts and engulfs me in her arms. More tears well in my eyes, which has become a norm every time I talk to her on the phone or anytime that I caught a glimpse of her on the dancefloor.

               “Unfortunately,” I say, rubbing her back gently.

               She puts her hands on my shoulders and takes a step back, her hands going to my cheeks.

               “You really look so beautiful,” she whispers and I blush.

               “I look like you, mama, of course I look pretty,” I smile and she winks at me.

               “And you’re just as humble as your mama,” she kisses my forehead and hands me off to my dad, taking Auston into an embrace as well. I can see her whispering something to him but before I can make it out my view is cut off by my dad roping me in a hug.

               “Miss you, baby girl,” he whispers and I close my eyes, burying my face into his neck.

               “I miss you more,” I whisper back and raise my head, giving him an up and down look. “Forgot to tell you that you clean up good, dad.”

               He chuckles and pats my hair much to my dismay. “What can I say, you watch hockey players get to the rink every day, you learn,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “Take care of yourself, kid,” he says gruffly and I throw my arms around him once more before taking Auston’s hand and leaning into his shoulder. My father and Auston shake hands, my dad gazing at him fondly but sternly.

               “And you take care of her as well,” my dad says and I roll my eyes.

               “Of course, sir,” Auston stammers, nodding at my father. I find it hilarious that Auston is intimidated by him.

               “Come on,” My mom says, rolling her eyes at me as she takes my father’s hand and drags him back into the hotel.

               Auston and I make our way to his car, complete with two overnight bags in the backseat. The second I’m buckled in, Auston roars out of the parking lot. I grab at my seat and give him an amused look.

               “Eager to go?” I ask sweetly and he throws a filthy look my way.

               “If you think for one second that your words left my mind once the last hour you are dead wrong,” he snaps at me.

               “Well that’s saying something given you were dancing with my mother half of that time,” I muse, fighting a smile.

               Auston just shakes his head and rockets towards my parents’ house. He had been there earlier to get ready, but I hadn’t allowed him to go into my bedroom. Instead, making him change in the spare room. Now it seemed I wouldn’t get a say in if could go in or not.

               Once we pull in the driveway, Auston grabs both of our bags from the backseat as I pull my dress up to step through the damp yard, all the snow recently melting. It feels odd walking in the garage door and not having two fur balls running like mad men towards me, instead they were home in Toronto, being babysat by Uncle Mitch and Uncle Morgan. I cringe just thinking about what my living room must look like right now.

               Auston wastes no time and goes straight up the stairs, though he hesitates by my bedroom door, allowing me to open the door for him and enter first. His eyes ravel around the room, most of my childhood things were still here, having bought mostly new bedroom furniture for my house in Toronto. I let him look in silence, though I do stand in front of the closet so he doesn’t go in there.

               “Good enough?” I ask him and he glances at me.

               “Lot different than Toronto,” he says and I laugh.

               “I was a tween at one time, and if I remember correctly, last time I was in Arizona a certain someone still had NHL sheets on his bed…” I smirk at him and he laughs.

               “Hey, it got me here didn’t it?” He asks, taking off his suit jacket and laying it across the chair to my vanity. I stare at it, it looks so odd. “So… what were you going to show me?” He asks quietly, not meeting my gaze and I laugh again.

               “Eager much?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him and he gives me a pathetic look.

               I walk over to him and he eyes me warily, standing up a bit straighter.

               “I wanted to thank you,” I start and he tilts his head to the side, confused. I take a deep breath and continue on. “That first week, I was a complete and utter mess, the only person not telling me how smart and brilliant I was, was you. You kept my head on my shoulders and didn’t try to put me up on a pedestal. Every time I cried, you were there, whether it was through texting or tapping on my wall…” I trail off, tears overflowing from my eyes as Auston stares at me.

               “When I came home after that week, my mom said that she thought there was something different about me. A new ‘air’ is what she said actually. She knew before I did, she knew I loved you…” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand. “And when they dropped me off at my house in Toronto, she told me that I was home, where I’m supposed to be, but she never said Toronto.”

               I finally bring myself to look at Auston and his face is slack, staring at me in awe.

               “She was referring to you,” I whisper, twisting my wrist and listen to the charms clink again each other.

               The silence in the room is deafening, we stare at each other, his eyes are red and I realize there are tears there, though none fall. After what seems like an eternity, Auston reaches out to me and I gladly step into him arms nuzzling into his neck.

               “You know I’m not the best with words,” Auston whispers into my hair, his voice crackling slightly.

               “I know. Sometimes actions are better than words,” I whisper back, squeezing him tightly as does he.

               “I love you,” he says.

               I pull back to look at him again. “Show me,” I whisper.

               Auston blinks at me and smiles slightly, leaning down and kissing my so sweetly that the silk of my dress is a mirror of my insides. His hand slowly goes to the zipper, he doesn’t have to ask where it is, and just like before, he takes his time pulling it low to my waist. Taking his hand, I let it fall to the floor and step out of it. Auston drinks me in before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me, laying me on my bed.

We take our time, this is slowest and sweetest moment we have shared together, our bodies moving as one. And when we are done, we lay together fingers entwined and our breathing and heart rates settling down back into a regular rhythm. Auston drifts off to sleep and I let him for a short while, but my surprise is still sitting in my closet.

“Auston,” I whisper, gently running a hand down his back. “Wake up,” I say a little louder when he doesn’t wake and he jerks up.

“What? What?” He asks and I erupt into giggles and he scowls at me.

“What did you wake me up for?”

“You forgot about the surprise I had for you,” I say, slipping off the bed and making my way to my closet. His face instantly brightens up.

“Your coach made me think of it,” I tell him and he frowns.

“Babs made you think about something for the bedroom…” Auston asks slowly and I laugh.

“Just something he said, Auston,” I roll my eyes at him. “You have to close your eyes until I come out.” I demand, pointing my finger him. “Close them!”

Auston sighs and obliges, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Good boy,” I say and slip into the closet, slipping off Auston’s shirt and putting on another thing that he once wore.

“Eyes still closed?” I call and he answers quickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

I peek quickly to just make sure and then step back into the room, walking to the front of the bed where he’s sitting and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” I say and his eyes open, focusing in on me and taking in the item of clothing I had chosen. A slow smile forms across his face.

“I thought you would never,” he quirks and eyebrow at me and I shrug.

“Well, when you happen to fall for a certain boy on a certain team with a few certain teammates, you learn to love… or dislike less,” I grin at him.

“And the name and number?” Auston asks, a smirk replacing the smile.

“I raided your closet, didn’t expect to find a number sixte-“ I’m cut off by Auston pouncing off the bed and silencing my words with a kiss.

“Better get used to that last name on your shoulders,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.

“I already am.”

anonymous asked:

Okay but harry taking his 4 years old daughter to a dinner on a really cute/girly restaurant ,because he wanna be her first valentine's💖

Okay, this image just made me melt into a puddle.

He’d go all out; this is her first “date”, after all. Your daughter loves to play dress up, so he lets her wear the frilliest, fanciest dress that she has in her closet and the sparkly red shoes that make her look like a princess. You do her hair up in curls and bows and give her one of your old, tiny purses to carry with her, complete with chap stick and a compact you no longer use.

He crouches down in front of her when she walks out, all dressed up, and takes her hand in his to give the back of it a kiss.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he’ll say.

He’s picked the fanciest restaurant he can think of that’s still kid friendly. He lets her sit in a big-girl chair without a booster seat and lets her get anything off the menu she wants (with a few exceptions and explanations, of course).

And they talk all through dinner; Harry treats her like an adult and asks her about her day and what she’s been doing in school lately and if she’s watched anything good on TV.

At the end of the night, he spoils her with a dessert that they share together, making her promise that she won’t tell mummy about how much chocolate she’s had, and then Harry gives her a Valentine’s Day present of a single, red rose, because he also wants to be the first man to give her flowers.

She’s asleep on his shoulder by the time they get home, but he knows she’s had a good night because, when they left the restaurant, she had looked up at him with big eyes and traces of chocolate on her face and said, “Daddy, you’re my favorite Valentine.”

Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 6

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 3,201

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Student/teacher relationships, language, smut (oral, bent over the desk and fucked thing everyone has asked for, unprotected sex, slight professor kink), fluff, mentions of alcohol

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Your eyes flutter open as you snuggle deeper into the blankets, the curtains of the room not doing much to hide the morning sunlight. You look around for a moment, forgetting where you are until the events of last night sink into your memory. Oh, right. You stayed overnight at Dean’s house.

You and Dean had a…eventful night, to say the least. You two had opted to cuddle while falling asleep after you had sex, thinking how cute and romantic it would be, but after a few minutes of laying bed, you realized that you both could probably use a shower. The both of you had things to do the next day and showing up smelling like sex was probably not the best idea. Dean had picked you up bridal style as took you over to his shower; long story short, the two of you barely made it into the bathroom before a round two (and three) came along.

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// ‘OMERTA’ PERSPECTIVES PLAYLISTS //

“Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye. But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.”

Mania is a state of abnormally elevated (feelings of) arousal, affect and energy level, where the overall activation is heightened as well as expressions (actions) of affect that are also enhanced. Freud considered that the maniac individual must have suffered a great and traumatic loss (something that could also be linked to the Oedipus Complex phase) and the ego unable to properly deal as it was supposed to turns all of its energy at a target that will act as a substitute for the object of affection that was lost in order to fulfill that gap. Obsessive and violent behaviour might be characteristics indentified in a maniac individual, though they may vary.

Cupio dissolvi is a latin locution that means (literally) «I wish to be dissolved». This concept has played an important role in the discussion on suicide. Some other reflexions and interpretations considered something like one’s desire to leave life in order to die, so that they could join God in the afterlife and end their sufferings, being able to become once again pure in the eyes of God. Freud believed that it wasn’t only a simple matter of having a death wish, it also had something to do with the struggle one goes through in a lifetime while trying to fight against the intense impulse or desire for death (most likely linked to his concept of death drive).

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102. You and Dean are often married while undercover.

A/N: This is longer than my history analysis paper was and took me a quarter of the time to write. I guess I really like Dean. Or really hate history. Or both. Both is good.

Word count: 1590

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“So, where are you two from? I don’t recognize you,” the older man asks, giving the both of them a warm smile.

Dean turns on his charm, setting his smile to melt-any-woman-in-the-vicinity-to-a-puddle mode. She swears she feels his cheeks heat up right then and there.

“Well, I was on a business trip to New York,” Dean explains, looping an arm around her waist to pull her into his side. “And just happened on her in a coffee shop next to my hotel.”

“He left out the part where he watched me leave that same hotel and then followed me to the coffee shop,” she tacks on, making the older man laugh. “But he was good-looking, so I let it slide.”

“Well, we are very glad to have such a young couple at this auction. We don’t see many your age interested in this line of work,” the man tells them. “It’s refreshing and heartening.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vizard,” she smiles at him, then looks up to Dean.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do believe the auction will be starting soon,” he makes his excuse and then departs, leaving her standing beside Dean with a coy smile.

“Coffee shop, this time, huh?” she murmurs, taking two glasses of champagne from a waitress walking by. She extends one to him before taking a sip from her own.

“Gotta make things interesting somehow,” he grins, tucking a loose tendril from her updo behind her ear.

“Yeah, somehow meeting during an autopsy isn’t as romantic as stalking me to a coffee shop,” she remarks, reaching up to fix his tie as it had loosened some.

“Hey, I didn’t get to choose when I met you, otherwise I would’ve been a lot more romantic,” he says defensively.

“Hey, Mr. And Mrs. Frey, stop bickering. The auction is about to start,” Sam cuts them off as he walks up to them.

“Find anything out?” Dean asks quietly, looking to his brother, who was dressed similarly to him in a stunning suit and tie.

“All of the property is being stored in the west wing until the end of the auction. The only people allowed back there are people who have purchased an item from the sale,” Sam gives them a briefing.

“So we have to buy something,” she states, looking between the two of them. “Why not buy the locket outright rather than worry about convincing someone to hand it over?”

“The locket is one of the premier sale items,” Sam states, and she grunts in frustration. “They’re going to have a tight ship running tonight, especially for the locket. It’s going to be expensive.”

“How expensive?” Dean returns, sliding his thumb across the open space at the small of her back.

Her dress was backless, so she could feel every single inch of flesh that touched her.

“Too expensive,” Sam tells his brother, and she bites the inside of her cheek as she tried to think of a way out.

“How about the fake out-make out?” she finally asks, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought about it.

“Which is?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” she trails off and then exhales before continuing. “Like Dean and I go off to the west wing to make out, get the locket, and when we get caught and kicked out, take it with us.”

“There are guards watching the west wing,” Sam tells her.

“Could you distract them long enough for us to get through?” Dean asks, and Sam makes a face.

“It would only be a few minutes at most,” he tells them, and she grins.

“That’s all the time we need,” she nods, taking Dean’s hand.

“Well then, we have a plan,” Dean gives a smile, circling his arm around her waist.

“Okay, we should wait until the auction starts so there’s less people to see us,” Sam murmurs, and she nods before taking Dean’s hand and leading him to the small dance floor that was currently occupied by several couples.

“Might as well have some fun while we wait,” she grins, looping her arms around his neck as his fell to her waist and they began to sway slowly.

“You look gorgeous right now, Mrs. Frey,” he says quietly, and she smiles at him.

“And you’re just as handsome, Mr. Frey,” she returns, pressing close to him. “But you know what?”

“What?” he returns in a low voice, feeling her body press to his and feeling every curve of her against him.

“I’d much rather be Mrs. Winchester,” she says quietly, placing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away from him.

“The auction will be beginning in moments, ladies and gentlemen. Please find your seats,” she hears the older man from earlier say into a microphone, and she looks at Dean with a coy grin.

She knows that her words have gotten into him by the way he’s watching her. He takes her hand and carefully moves the both of them back toward the west wing, where they find Sam waiting.

“Ready?” Sam asks, and she nods.

He sets off on his mission, and within a few moments she and Dean are in the west wing, searching through the mountains of property for the cursed locket that’s been killing people.

“Got it,” she finally says, and Dean looks over before quickly making his way to her. “Handkerchief, please.”

He fishes it out of his pocket, watching her wrap the cursed item carefully so that she didn’t touch it.

“How are we going to get it out?” he asks as she bundles it up tightly so that it won’t come lose.

“Lucky for you, I’m good at hiding things in my bra,” she tells him, watching his eyebrows shoot upwards.

“What if it touches you?” he asks, and she conceals a grunt of frustration.

“Do you have a better place to hide it?” she asks, catching his olive toned gaze. “I’m sure they’ll pat us down to make sure we aren’t stealing anything. Boobs are a no-no zone, especially for esteemed guests.”

“God damn it, how did I find you?” he groans, pulling her close before pressing a kiss to her lips. “So sexy and smart, too. You’re the whole package, Sweetheart.”

“You found me in a coroner’s office, during an autopsy,” she reminds him, slipping the cursed object into her dress just as she heard footsteps coming their way. Her gaze shoots to the door they had come through. “Kiss me, and make it believable, Mr. Winchester.”

She tugs on his tie and pulls him close, leaning back against the wall as she loosened the top two buttons of his shirt.

His hands lift to her, one wrapping around the back of her neck and the other sliding up the slit on her dress to rest against her hip.

“Of course, Mrs. Winchester,” he purrs, and her body melts into him instantly.

For good measure, she lifts her leg around his hip, sinking one hand into his hair while the other looped around his back and pulled him close, so his chest pressed to hers.

She kisses him hard just as she hears the door open.

“You two aren’t supposed to be in here,” one of the guards says immediately, and she pulls away from Dean with a flustered expression.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she babbles. “I didn’t know, I thought we could just get somewhere secluded real quick and then-”

“If you could follow us this way,” the second guard says, giving her a disapproving look. “I’m sorry, but you two are going to have to leave the premises immediately.”

“But we were going to buy something from the auction,” she tries, but she can tell that she doesn’t get through to him.

“Sorry, ma'am, but the Thompsons were rather… Conservative,” the first guard says. “I don’t believe that they’d want someone like you two in possession of their goods.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Babe, it’s okay,” Dean states, and she looks to him with wide eyes to sell the believability. “It’s okay. We should go.”

“If you could give us your names so we might inform Mr. Vizard of your departure?” the guard asks as he escorts them to the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Frey,” Dean says for her, and the guards nod as they hold the doors open. “I apologize for this, but perhaps you two might make it to another auction when you’re able to put certain needs aside in a public setting.”

“Yes, sir,” she looks down as they shut the doors, but her gaze flickers back up to Dean quickly.

“That was easy,” she murmurs, looking up as Sam slipped out the door they had just come from.

“You get it?” he asks, and she nods before pulling the object out of her dress.

“Easy as pie,” Dean says as they walk back to Baby, popping the trunk open to place the locket into the special curse box they had made for it.

“Mr. Vizard was looking for you two at the beginning of the auction,” Sam informs them as he closes the trunk. “I told him that you two had stepped out for a moment and he smiled.”

“And what did he say?” she asks as she crawls into the backseat carefully, trying not to flash anything from her dress.

They get settled in before Sam answers her.

“He said, ‘Ah, young love. I remember when I first got married.’ And then he winked at me and started the auction without you two.”

happy tdov. I am here.

I have lot of trouble with the way I present myself as a trans guy because I still like wearing a lot of make up and very feminine clothing. And I know that it’s okay, but sometimes it makes me doubt myself.

But I’m still trans. I’m still a guy. Just because I wear make up and dresses doesn’t change that.

(he/him)

Imagine Negan convincing Dwight to give you the kitten he found as a way to express his feelings for you

(Just a little fluffy request :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

As Dwight was on a run with Negan and the others, he suddenly heard a few mewling sounds.

He followed the noise and soon enough, he caught the sight of a frail kitten. He noticed how it would shy away from him behind the bushes and tried his best to get it.

Seeing how small and frightened it seemed, he just wanted to hold it and keep it warm. He crouched down closer and slowly made his way to catch it.

“Come on…buddy…come on…I ain’t gonna hurt you…That’s right…”

As he coax the kitten, it walked towards him and finally he caught it. He brought it close to his chest and pet it to keep it calm.

He felt is shiver and realized it was cold. He instantly put it in his jacket and closed a few of the buttons to keep it warm.

As he turned to look back at the others, he noticed them walking towards the cars. He understood they were going back and decided to follow along.

~~~~

As he got closer, Negan had notice the kitten’s head popping out of Dwight’s jacket and him holding it in one arm.

He stopped him midway and put his hand up.

“Woah! What you got there Dwight!”

Negan glared at him as he approached him, making him slightly nervous and just held it tighter to himself.

He didn’t knew if he were going to be able to keep it and simply tried to explain himself. However, as Negan towered over him, he got quiet and held in his breath, only to hear Negan’s chuckle.

To Dwight’s surprise, he petted the cat as much as he like and oddly started to baby talk to the cat.

“Look at you~ You’re so cute~ No wonder Dwightty boy took you along~”

He played and tickled the kitten’s ears and nose for good while making Dwight feel more at ease.

Suddenly, Negan took his serious tone and expression back and looked at him.

“What you plan on doing this? You can’t just bring it back to camp for nothing…”

“I-I don’t know I just saw it out there and it cried I think…”

He was confused by the question and hadn’t thought of what he’d actually do with the kitten.

Negan was actually amused by all of this and especially making Dwight nervous. However, a thought occurred to him.

~~~~~

With you his much younger sister, he remembered how you had mention to him about Dwight’s kindness and how he was interesting to you.

From that, he understood you had feelings for him and slowly started to be open at the idea of Dwight being with you. He had a few hints that Dwight was actually attracted to you from the few instants he saw you two interact.

Knowing how shy you were, he knew you wouldn’t have the courage to tell him about your feelings. So instead, he decided to come up with ways to make you two get together.

He looked around the place as if you were anywhere area, which in reality you weren’t, and carefully approached the other man. With a hand to his mouth, he whispered to him, “You want me to give you a hint of what you should be doing with that cat…”

“What? Euh…Sure…If you insist…”

Negan chuckled and grabbed Dwight’s shoulders to keep talking to him.

“You like my lil’ sister, don’t you…”

Instantly, he felt his heart race even more, whether it was because he was thinking of you or simply because of the question, he didn’t knew. Nonetheless, he couldn’t deny he had his eyes on you for quite some time and simply knew that Negan had notice him somehow for him to ask this question.

He took a deep breath and slowly nodded as he couldn’t find a way to lie about it.

“Good…I’ll be honest…You weren’t my first choice for my little Y/N…but seeing how you two are together…and how she talks about you more than often…and I mean she really talks a lot about you…I can’t stand it…That’s why…I just want you to be with her…romantic style…and the rest that comes with it…”

Dwight was stunned to hear all of it and a smile came to him, thinking of how you would speak about him to your brother. He thought it was adorable and kind of you to feel that way over him and just turned over to look at his boss to nod.

“So you’re okay with me wanting to be with her…”

“Well if you put it simply, yeah! Besides…You guys are kinda cute in a real weird fucking way…Now about the plan…”

He whispered his idea in his ear and as Dwight listened, he couldn’t believe as to why he couldn’t have come with it himself.

~~~~~

As night fell, the scavenging group that had left with your older brother had all come back. You went to great all of them and went to hug your brother tightly.

However, as you got close, he ignored you and simply made his way to go somewhere else. It sadden you slightly as he didn’t even make a joke out of it or smiled at you when he did that.

You wondered what was wrong but as you followed him, Simon approached you and told you that your brother was in no mood to see you.

You asked him why and he simply answered, “You’re brother doesn’t like hearing you talk about Dwight so much…”

He gave you a knowing look and it made you self conscious. You remembered all of the talks you had with your brother recently and realized you would indeed talk about Dwight.

Not knowing what to do and since your brother was pretty clear on not wanting to see you, you asked Simon to apologize for you.

He agreed and you made your way to your room to try and come up with a way to apologize to him properly.

~~~~~

You didn’t knew it would bother him that much but realize he was simply being his older brother protective self for you. Although it made you smile, you just wished he would let you have some freedom for once.

What was so wrong of you having strong feelings for someone, you needed someone in your life just as he had before. So why was he being this unsupportive.

As you sat on your bed thinking about everything and of course of Dwight, you suddenly heard a knock on your door.

You hoped up thinking your brother was finally being reasonable and opened the door quickly. With a big smile, you said “Hey! So you’re finally over the fact that i’m a grown up too!”

Only for it to not be your brother but your one and only crush, Dwight. Instantly, you closed the door back and apologize from behind.

“Oh my god…Euh…Sorry…I-I thought it was Negan…”

He chuckled and just felt his heart tingle at the idea of you getting shy and flustered over him. He thought it was such a simple thing to be able to feel this alive in such time and couldn’t be any more grateful.

“It’s okay…I get it…but can you still open the door for me…”

“Sure…”

You wondered what was going on for him to come over like that. Usually, he was nervous to be anywhere near you and especially when you were in your room. Nonetheless, you couldn’t say no to him and did just as he asked.

As you opened, you noticed he “dressed” himself up slightly and was holding something in his hands. As you noticed it was a kitten, you gasp and immediately lunged forward to pet and play with it, just as your brother had been doing earlier.

It made him laugh and standing up straight he said, “So i’m guessing you like the cat…a lot but what about me…do you like me?”

You looked back up at him, only to see him smiling at you, making your heart melt. Your heart race in that instant and you just didn’t know how to answer without looking like you’ve been aching for him for so long.

He laughed and simply offered you the kitten, “You know…After I saved this kitten today…Someone told me that I should offer it to someone who loves them…as well as it should be someone that I love…”

He seemed to be suddenly so nervous it made you smile and you couldn’t help but hug him tightly. You whispered your thanks and told him about your feelings, only to suddenly hear a rather familiar voice screaming in utter joy, making you both laugh.

Preference: Spending the Summer Together

Harry Potter:

- Bringing him to your favourite places to go in summer, like the lake beside your home.

- Hanging out at the muggle mall 

- And trying on the most ridiculous clothing items

- “Show it to Neville, and he can imagine Snape in it!”

- “Oh pleaseeee, Harry, just use magic to make me feel less hot!” 
  “ No, (Y/n), you know I can’t.”
  “ Fine, try saying this tongue twister. While facing the air-con. Wingardium              leviosa.”
  “ Winga- (Y/n)!”

- Going to the Dursley’s just for entertainment

- “Bringing a filthy friend of yours, Harry?” 

- Then wiping your sweat all over Dudley and saying, “Oopsie, now you’re filthy, too.”

- Having a competition on who can drive the Dursleys insane first

- Might have some help from Hedwig. Dursleys hate Hedwig

- Bringing Hedwig on a picnic

- Even Hedwig ships you two

Ron Weasley:

- Spending the summer at the Weasleys, of course. 

- Mrs Weasley stuffing you with desserts. Pies, cakes, everything.

- “Hey, (Y/n), wanna do some shoppings?”
   “Ginny! She’s my girl friend! Not yours!”

- “ Ron, I think it’s haunted around here.”
   “ Why?”
   “ (Y/n), dear. This is a family of wizards.”
   “ Oh, wait. Yeah.”

- Playing harmless little pranks with the twins

- “(Y/n)! My socks are frogs!”
   “ What, oh, HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Ronald, I did it because I love you.”

- Making Ron flower crowns

- Rides on the enchanted car late at night just around the house, so that no one will see you.

- Answering Mr Weasley’s questions about Muggles

- Family game nights

- “ What that chess always there? George! No cheating!”
   “ It’s Fred!”

Hermione Granger:

- Summer reading lists

- Staying up late at night reading under blankets

- Getting too hot and sweaty inside and immediately going for a swim

- Getting Hermione really into late night swims

- “(Y/n), I read that it’s really good to swim at night. It can -”
   “IT’S FUN!”

- “Hey, I just learnt this new hairstyle. Can I try it on you?”
   “Honey, you look. Stunning.”

- Cooking together

- Mainly making refreshing dished for summer

- Making a bucket list together

- Taking tons of polaroids 

- Turns out the polaroids are moving portraits polaroids

- Making her breakfast

- Failing completely

- Hermione making you a successful, delicious breakfast at last

- Hanging out with Crookshanks 

Draco Malfoy:

- Him getting you accessories, clothing, basically everything you wanted

- Or actually everything you so much as glanced at 

- “Draco, how did you I want these? They go so well with my summer dress!”
  “You looked at it the other day, so I got them.”
  “I can’t thank you enough for it!”
  “Just thank me by wearing those with your summer dress.”

- Dressing him up in your clothes because only you can do it 

- He always looks at you with a lovey-dovey smile which Ron calls ‘the Melt-foy face’

- Him calling Crabbe and Goyle, say, every two hours when you do something cute, or actually just normal things.

- Actual teenage girl that is Draco Malfoy

- “Oh my god, Goyle, (Y/n) made me wear her swim wear today. Adorable, isn’t she?”

- Getting him into Muggle movies

- His favourite movie is the Addams Family

- Getting him to wear bright colours clothes

- Getting drunk together

- Rocking out to Nirvana and having dance parties

George Weasley:

- Also spending the summer at the Weasleys

- Trying out so many sweets that you two got into a sweet coma

- And of course, Mario Cart

- “Aw, dang it, you can’t cheat with magic, can you?”
   “Haha, Weasley, you’re on your own.”

-  Wii-fit

- “Hey, (Y/n), wanna play tennis?”
  “Sure, but it’s raining.”
  “We’ve got Wee.”
  “What? Oh, its Wii.”

- Playing tennis in the rain anyway

- George wanting to cheat at tennis but accidentally set off some fireworks

- “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

- Eating pies that makes you make animal noises

- One of you sounding like an elephant and the other sounding like a duck for the rest of the day 

- Miraculously communicating and on one having any idea on what a duck quack means

Fred Weasley:

- Since he’s so dang tall, you get piggy back rides all the time

- He trips and you two fall into a body of water. Either a pool, a lake or a pond.

- “Fred, you created a pond in your living room.”
   “Mum’s gonna kill you!”
   “Shut up, Ron!”

- Purposely trying to confuse you on which one is George and which is Fred

- You can always being able to tell though

- Looking angelic in front of the Weasley parents and they adore you because they think you can ‘tame’ Fred

- Only the Weasley children know you’re not that ‘tamed’ yourself

- You’re a little trickster just like Fred

- It was actually your idea to levitate the house

- Also the time where all the chairs know how to talk

- Broom stick rides, of course

- Water balloon fights

- Getting him into the youtube world

- Pewdiepie is his favourite 

Neville Longbottom:

- Hiking together

- Picking fruits on the way. Berries, apples, all kinds of fruits

- You’re an expert in climbing trees and it always scares Neville because he’s afraid that you’ll slip and fall 

- He gives you bouquets of wild flowers all the time

- Eating tons of ice creams

- Staying up late conversations

- Counting stars at night to fall asleep

- You dyed your hair (Y/f/c) and change your hairstyle

- Neville loves your new hairstyle so much that he kept touching your hair. 

- Maybe when he puts an arm on your shoulder, he’ll play with it; He’ll twirl the ends of your hair on his finger when he’s not paying attention, etc

- Somedays he’ll be really shy around you and blush at anything you do, and somedays he’ll be really confident, depending on his mood

- Getting him into scuba diving 

- “Oh come on, Neville, it’ll be fun!”
   “There might be sharks, (Y/n).”

- “This is the most fun I’ve ever got! I should’ve done this earlier!” 

- Going to carnivals

- Loving the ferris wheel 

- He got you a large stuff toy from a booth

highlights from b.a.p on idol battle likes
  • himjae’s first words on the episode were to embarrass mc daehyun and force him to do an intro
  • youngjae: “i’ll give you two suggestions. aegyo or singing.” daehyun: “i’ll dance”
  • daehyun dragging youngjae up to dance too (”if you keep making me go off-script… i’ll make you do it too”)
  • babys doing the greeting with b.a.p
  • himjae roasting daehyun
  • junhong leaning on himchan’s shoulder every time he laughs
  • himchan’s newfound talent of singing a pansori version of skydive and everyone laughing and being impressed and loving himchan and himchan being so happy his dimple was a permanent feature on his beautiful face (calm down semi)
  • being able to see youngjae’s forehead the whole ep
  • daehyun: [covers his face in the collage of pics from their debut days], himchan: “hey, don’t block the view”
  • himjae roasting daehyun
  • youngjae gloating after beating daehyun in a leg wrestle bc everyone thought he’d lose
  • daehyun: “from my experience, it’s harder to push out from the inside […] pushing inwards is easier.” youngjae: “is that why you lost to me?” (dae was pushing in and youngjae out). daehyun: “yes i did lose. youngjae, you’re so strong. you’re so dreamy.” 
  • youngjae’s laugh at 19:46
  • kim himchan, b.a.p’s official thigh king
  • himchan saying “sweetie” makes me melt ok
  • [when asked what they might have done if they weren’t singers] youngjae: “i’ve never thought about doing anything else than being a part of b.a.p”
  • jongup’s laugh at 30:27
  • daehyun: “every winter, since our debut five years ago, i’ve always been by myself, and lonely.” fortune teller: “it’ll be the same this winter. just have fun with your boys”
  • himjae roasting daehyun
  • [yooa and daehyun choosing members for their teams] yooa: [immediately] “i choose jongup”. daehyun: “i choooooooooo[ten years later]ooooose youngjae” (shock! surprise!)
  • junhong: “i’m dressed like a christmas tree today!”
  • [jongup looks hot]
  • youngjae to junhong: “oh you’re so beautiful” [no really though he was]
  • himchan telling jongup he was beautiful as many times as he physically could
  • yooa: [asks audience which headband would look better on jongup, angel halo or bow tie]. audience: [immediately] angel! angel!
  • [daehyun is not helping, but distracted~]
  • jongup is gonna give yooa a makeover next time apparently lololol
  • himchan putting jongup forward to talk at the end
  • daejaelo eating loudly and interrupting jongup’s ending speech, jongup ploughing through without any emotion in face or tone

guys!!!1!1 i have a date tomorrow!!!1!

Cookies

Anon asked for Tony making tons of cookies around the holidays and Bucky mentioning he liked chocolate chip and this was born :) And remember I’m always taking requests~

Cookies

When Bucky walked into the kitchen, he was not expecting the scene in front of him. Steve had Clint in a choke hold, Bruce was sitting on Thor’s shoulders while the thunder god was holding Natasha at arms length and Tony? Tony was stirring a bowl of cooking dough. Or at least that’s what Bucky assumed as Tony dropped a handful of cranberries into the batter.

“Yes!” Bruce grinned. “I win losers.”

Clint whined and shoved Steve off of him. “Damn it. You already made a cranberry batch last time.”

“Yeah well, Brucie bear didn’t get on my nerves this week,” Tony shrugged. “Maybe I’ll be nice and make walnut with white chocolate chips after.”

Bruce got down from Thor’s shoulders and smiled as he swiped some dough with a small spoon. “I never get on your nerves.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” Tony smiled.

“Mom’s aren’t supposed to have favorites,” Clint pointed out.

“Of course we do,” Tony snorted. “We just lie about it, but we all have our favorites. Just like dad’s.” He winked at Steve.

Clint looked between the two of him before his gaze settled on Steve. “So…who’s your favorite then?”

“Natasha,” Steve answered.

Clint sputtered.

“Dude, that’s cold,” Bucky said. “I thought I was your favorite.”

“I can have more than one favorite,” Steve replied.

Tony started dropping globs of cookie down on the baking tray and turned to make sure the oven was on. He put two trays of cookies in the oven and set the timer.

“Welp, Natasha was gonna show me this new move so we’ll be going now,” Clint said as he and Natasha back tracked out of the kitchen.

Bruce and Thor came up with their own half hearted excuse and which left Steve, Bucky and Tony.

“I just remembered Fury wanted to meet with me about something. Sorry,” Steve gave Tony an apologetic smile and grabbed a few already baked cookies and left the kitchen.

“My ma would’ve rapped my knuckles for that,” Bucky chuckled.

Tony shrugged and smiled a bit. “I don’t mind.” He grabbed a sponge from the sink and started to wipe down the counters. Bucky dumped the dirty dishes in the sink and started to wash them.

“I didn’t know you could bake,” Bucky said.

“Just around the holidays,” Tony shrugged. “It’s one of things Jarvis and my mom taught me before they died. Pepper always complained she went up two dress sizes every Christmas and Rhodey likes to use the extra’s as good reinforcement with the new recruits. I mean, I personally don’t think they’re fight worthy. They’re just cookies.”

“Apparently they’re exceptional cookies,” Bucky replied. “My mom used to make me chocolate chip cookies. The chocolate would melt in your mouth. Always hated having to share them though. Even with Stevie.”

Tony smiled. “My mom’s specialty was sugar cookies that looked like the family. I always ate the head off the one that looked like my dad much to mom’s dismay.”

Bucky laughed a little. “Yeah?”

“Yep…I was uh thinking about doing that this year. For the team. Everyone can decorate their own cookie to look like themselves. Unless you think that’s to cheesy.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Bucky smiled. “You need any help?”

“Help? Nah,” Tony shook his head and cleared his throat awkwardly. “But I wouldn’t say no to the company.”

“I can do that,” Bucky nodded.

It was awkward at first, Tony wasn’t used to people being in the kitchen with him while he baked but Bucky took it in stride. He watched Tony, and they talked about everything and nothing.

Bucky talked about Hydra and certain things he could remember. It came easier with Tony. He didn’t have this look like Bucky was a kicked puppy and he talked about his own issues.

Hours had passed before the rest of the team started to trickle back into the kitchen.

“Smells good,” Clint said. He sat next to Bucky and reached for the cookies Tony had just taken out of the oven.

Bucky smacked his hand away. “Not yet.”

Clint pouted. “Rude.”

“You have to wait for them to cool off,” Bucky replied. “And then we’re going to decorate them.”

“Decorate?” Steve asked.

“I made sugar cookie people and you’re all going to decorate one to look like you. Bucky and I already made ours,” Tony said.

He showed them the two cookies. One looked like Iron man and the other looked like Bucky. Tony carried the cookies out to the dining room where there was frosting and other cookie decorating things on the dining room table.

Bruce and Thor were already sitting at the table and Natasha joined them with Steve trailing behind her.

“Can we eat them after?” Clint asked.

“Yes you can eat them after,” Tony answered. He rolled his eyes and Clint sat down next to Natasha. “Bucky’s going to facilitate while I finish up the rest of the cookies.”

He walked back to the kitchen and took out the batch of chocolate chip he made when Bucky wasn’t looking.

“Tony you’re missing out,” Bruce called from the dining room.

“Hold on a second,” Tony replied.

He put the cookies on a plate and carried them out.

“My cookies feels suddenly inferior next to Captain America cookie,” Bucky said. He looked at Tony over his shoulder and saw the plate of chocolate chip cookies.

“Uh…These are for you,” Tony said blushing slightly. “I doubt they’re gonna be like your mom’s…or good for that matter. I’ve never made chocolate chip before.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Bucky said picking up a cookie.

Tony watched him take a bite and Bucky’s eyes widened slightly.

“Holy fuck, these are amazing,” he blinked.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” Tony replied.

“I’m not, these are really good,” Bucky smiled.

“I want to try one,” Steve said.

“Back off Roger’s,” Bucky replied holding the plate of cookies to his chest. “Tony made these for me…right?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah.”

Bucky leaned down and kissed Tony’s cheek. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

a complete list of the memes of 2015

January
-the first meme of 2015
-airbrushed adam sandler
-for 8,000 dollars a month, i will stop
-captain america: civil war
-i’ve never heard of a george glass at our sküle/sure jan
-take a closer look at that snout!
-“not all men” you’re right, _______ would never do something like this
-me: just fuck me up
-what i expected vs. what i got
-neo rickroll
-zodiac signs
-tumblr update/glitch of 2k15

February
-left shark
-uptown funk
-mmm watcha say
-once-ler fandom
-hi i’m auditioning for the role of _______ and I’ll be singing ________
-little einstein’s remix
-the dress
-american horror story: hotel
-hoe don’t do it… oh my god
-[looks at smudged writing on hand]

March
-making fun of igloo australia
-handmaiden & feudal lord
-these are their stories
-natalia kills
-jet fuel can’t melt steel beams
-emoji text
-the sausage movement
-bro pickup lines
-lebron james

April
-coppy/excel sheets
-😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
-#thisgeneration
-hi welcome to chili’s
-rare pepes
-embrace your uncomfort zone
-putin memes
-putting chat bubbles over cartoon characters
-mall cop 2
-sneme (snail meme/snake meme)
-deez nuts
-bitch where
-regional gothic
-chances of winning in a fight
-let’s mcfreakin lose it
-facebook mom minion pictures
-myidol

May
-look at this photograph
-down with cis
-pokemon + world of warcraft’s love child
-gal pals
-cheeky nandos
-british banter
-you stole fizzy lifting drink
-eurovision
-charlie charlie challenge
-effective.
Power
لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً ॣ ॣh ॣ ॣ

-sonic-for-real-justice

June
-shia labouf just do it
-cole slaw hate
-NOT AS BRAVE AS THESE SOLDIERS
-i hate when people dress like this… like we get it, you smoke weed
-sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do  ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
-today i fucked up by…
-they changed the tumblr logo again
-ask ________ a question
-E3 swedish yarn man
-DO NOT EVER ARRANGE TO MEET SOMEONE IRL FROM __________
-WHAT ARE THOOOOOSE
-minion hate
-rihanna gifs
-the author of the journals, my brother
-get a load of that dog!
-neopets
-imagine that you have zero cookies, and you split them evenly among zero friends. how many cookies does each person get? see? it doesn’t make sense. and cookie monster is sad that there are no cookies, and you are sad that you have no friends.

July
-zoobe
-me, shoving breadsticks into my purse
-zodiac pictures
-gemini hate
-iridocyclitis
-IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR __________
-#GrowingUp________
-fusion is just a cheap tactic to make weak gems stronger/so this is what the homeworld really thinks of fusion
-no notes
-JOHN CENA
-gun
-editing captions
-*to the tune of ________*
-dog of wisdom

August
-frank ocean album
-okay…….. that sounds fake but alright
-netflix and chill
-old commercials
-spongebob receipts
-the signs as one word
-you’ve heard of _______ now get ready for ________
-another one
-young man
-QUIT TELLING EVERYONE IM DEAD
-sonic dreams collection
-straight outta compton
-what the FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY
-man door hand hook car door
-that pink cat from boomerang
-deez nuts election poll
-theme songs for animals
-dismaland/banksy
-vmas
-MILEY WHATS GOOD

September
-first day of hogwarts
-new tumblr layout
-new google logo
-screaming ducks video
-why the fuck you lying
-interrogator: say it
-boy: so u got any fantasies?
-pokemon go
-*takes a deep breath* i lo-
-#whatdidzoeysay
-brain: you gotta
-you were red, and you liked me because i was blue
-spongebob lyric edits
-blood moon
-water on mars

October
-skeleton war
-disappearing peace sign
-urinal picture
-undertale
-psat
-poot lovato
-concept: ________
-adele is back
-north posted this while playing on my phone
-taylor swift suing people
-hotline bling/dance like drake
-staff got rid of replies
-let _______ say fuck

November
-it’s christmas time
-ufo sighting
-jar jar renaissance
-that’s it im kinkshaming
-tumblr messenger
-shia labouf watching his own movies
-that bee picture
-the picture of the guy from star trek looking scandalized
-slam da fuckin like button if u up
-dropping water filled condoms on people’s heads
-the meme depression

December
-one punch man
-neko atsume
-the new paper airplane icon
-baby grinch
-2015 in a nutshell
-wonderful-disney-recipes
-star wars spoilers
-the force awakens opening crawl
-TRAITOR
-miss universe pageant
-text posts in between christmas lights
-leave it in 2015

A Fine Line-Part 3

Calum Imagine

Summary: The line between love and hate becomes thinner and thinner as Calum and you become closer than you ever could have thought possible. 

A/N: Part 3 of my attempt at the enemies to lovers trope. This was super requested so I hope you guys like it. Part 4 will ensue if it’s requested and receives the attention :) happy reading! 

|Part One| |Part Two|

~Approx: 3.2k words~
~Warnings: Smut~

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You didn’t have much else to do that afternoon and so it was no surprise that you found yourself sitting on the cold metal bleachers overlooking the soccer field. The team was in the middle of a warmup, Calum at their head as the group of boys jogged around the field. You had hoped that he wouldn’t see you, but practically the second you sat down he managed to find your eyes and shoot you that familiar smirk before jogging off to join his teammates to which you of course responded with an eye roll. You don’t know why you had decided to come watch him practice, but deep down you knew the way he looked sprinting around the pitch in his soccer shorts definitely had something to do with it.

As charming as he was off the field he was equally as graceful gliding across the field, barking orders and moving his feet like nothing you had ever seen. You didn’t know much about the sport, but anyone with eyes could see that Calum was a king on the field. You always knew he was talented. You had been able to see a portion of his backyard from your room and you could remember watching him for hours as he practiced. His mom would call him back inside for dinner but he wouldn’t go, opting instead to stay out and play until the sun went down. You had been fascinated by his persistence, that is until one of his soccer balls was hurtling towards your head.  

The practice lasted for about another hour after you got there. Much too soon for your liking the coach was calling the players in for a final huddle before sending them to the locker rooms. You sighed as you grabbed your things and thudded down the bleachers, hoping to make it out without anyone else noticing you. This wasn’t exactly your scene and you didn’t want to start anything. As you descended the final steps you heard his unmistakable voice.

“Hey baby.” He was leaning against the handrail, his arms crossed and his signature smirk plastered on his face. He clearly hadn’t been to the locker rooms yet as he was drenched in sweat, his practice jersey clinging to his muscled frame.

“Not your baby.” You said, your eyes refusing to meet his as you kept walking.

“But you want to be don’t you pretty girl?” He jogged after you.

“In your dreams.”

“I thought we promised not to lie to each other?” He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing you back to him, his arm slithering around your waist and you let out a small gasp as how close he was to you. “I need to hit the showers. Wait for me?” He said it more like a command, but his eyes pleaded with you.

“Well if I remember correctly I did still have a few things to teach you.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth and you could’ve sworn you felt him twitch.

“Christ, I’ll be ten minutes.” He growled, pulling you in for a quick, rough kiss before pulling away and looking into your eyes. “Shit, make that five.” He pulled away from you and sprinted back to the locker room, leaving you extraordinarily excited for him to come back.

After around fifteen minutes however, your phone dinged, Calum’s name coming up on the screen,

Meet me in the locker room. Cleared it out just for us baby ;)

“Oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath. He was so difficult. What if someone was in there? You weren’t supposed to just waltz into the locker room for christ’s sake you weren’t an athlete, you’d be kicked out for sure. But you curiosity and sheer desire to see him won out and you found yourself heading towards the concrete building. You couldn’t help the sheer feeling of nervousness as you crept inside. You didn’t hear any whooping and hollering as you walked in like you would have expected inside a boy’s room but the butterflies persisted still.

“Cal?” You whispered, poking your head around the corner. The locker room was empty, a few towels littered the floor and some of the metal doors were left hanging open the only sign that anyone had been there at all. “Cal!” You said a little louder, taking another step inside. “Calum- ahh!” Two hands grabbed your waist and spun you around, one hand clamping over your mouth as a pair of deep brown eyes met yours.

“Shh, it’s just me.” He chuckled, moving his hand from over your mouth as you glared at him.

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“You wish you hated me as much as you say you do.” Calum laughed, peeling his sweaty jersey from his body.

“I thought you were going to shower.”

“Didn’t have time. I had to get the rest of the team out of here so you and I could-”

“Could what?” You interrupted him, as if daring him to continue.

He smiled, advancing towards you. His body was glistening in a way that was almost sinful, his shorts hanging low on his hips.

“So we could do this.” He wrapped his arms around you, his lips attacking yours with fervor and his hand immediately finding their way to your ass and giving it a squeeze. He tasted like salt from his workout but you didn’t care. His lips felt too good for you to stop now. You wrapped your arms around his neck, practically throwing yourself on him. “So eager aren’t we?” He chuckled, his lips ghosting over yours.

“You know what I want, just give it to me.” You growled, surprising yourself with how serious you were.

“You should know better than to demand things of me by now babygirl.” He said.

In one quick motion you tugged your shirt off and unbuttoned your jeans, leaving you nearly bare in front of him. You watched with glee as his entire demeanor shifted, his face clean of his once cocky smirk.

“I said, give it to me.” Your voice was cool as you stared at him, your brow lifted as a challenge.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He growled, stripping himself of his shorts before gripping your hips and squeezing slightly. He turned you around, backing you against the locker doors so your back was pressed against the cool metal. His lips found your neck again, his fingers digging into your naked thighs. “Do you want to tell me what you want sweetheart?”

“You-I-ah! I want you to fuck me.” You moaned against his lips. You hated the smirk on his face as the words left your mouth, but you were too desperate for him to care.

“That’s what I thought.” In one swift move, he pushed your panties aside and slowly slid inside you, your wetness allowing him an easy passage. Both of you let out a long sigh at the contact, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes squeezed shut. When he was finally all the way in he held himself there, enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you for the first time.  He groaned, grunting your name as he began to move his hips.

Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling at the roots harder as he moved faster. He pounded into you relentlessly, all the pent up aggravation the two of you felt for each other, the harsh, messy, mixed up feelings you two had harbored for each other surfacing as you were brought back to your most raw, animalistic state of being entwined in each other.

“You feel just like I imagined babygirl. So tight and wet and beautiful, just for me.” He buried his face in your shoulder, his teeth biting down on your supple skin. You cried out, both in pain and pleasure as the tip of his cock pounded into your sweet spot over and over again. He groaned as you tightened around him and pulled his hair even harder so that his head was jerked back. In retaliation he pounded into you as hard as he could, your back jolting into the metal of the locker doors.

“Fuck, Calum that hurt!”

“It wasn’t meant to be gentle princess.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his voice becoming raspy as he reached his climax. You clutched his toned biceps, hanging on for dear life as he thrusted into you. He felt so good, filling you up completely as he pounded you to orgasm.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna, I’m-”

“I know, I can feel you, go ahead baby come on my cock.” You didn’t even need his permission before you felt your legs shaking, fire racing through your entire body as you came around him. With a loud grunt, he suddenly pulled out of you and came all over your stomach and thighs. You watched as his face scrunched with pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hanging open. There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again, his voice a low whisper. “Fuck.”

“I’ll say…that was-.”

“Amazing. Fuck that was amazing. I think I just felt my fifteen year old self pat me on the back.”

“Agreed.” You muttered, pulling away from him to fish your shirt off a pile of towels.

“Hey,” He said, tugging on your arm. “Shower with me?”

You grimaced. “That sounds like the kind of thing couples do after they have sex, which means I’ll have to pass.”

“Baby c’mon we both know we’re not a couple.”

“Well I’d prefer not to act that part.” You chuckled, his puppy eyes melting into something that looked too much like disappointment.

“I just want another round, don’t act so high and mighty.”

“Ah, there’s the asshole I know. It’s refreshing to hear you be a dick. Reminds me why I can’t stand you.”

Calum scowled, throwing a towel at you. “You know you standing there covered in my cum makes your insults a lot easier to bear.”

You felt your cheeks flush, your body becoming hot with anger as you wiped the evidence off your skin. You dressed in silence, throwing your post-sex hair up in a bun and grabbing your bag before walking out of the locker room.

You heard him jog out behind you but you didn’t bother looking back.

“Hey! Just wait for a second I have something to ask you.”

“Then ask.”

He paused for a moment as if not expecting you to even allow him to speak before he took hold of your hand and laced his fingers in yours. “I want you to come to a party with me tonight?”

“A party? What the fuck, why.”

“Because I know you’ve never been to one and I think you’d have a good time. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

You raised your brow at him. “Do you want it to mean something?”

Calum sighed, letting go of your hand so he could run his fingers through his hair. “I want you to meet my friends. And don’t ask me why I just do okay.”

“You just can’t get enough of me can you?” You shot him a playful smirk, which he returned as he pulled you in by the waist for a kiss.

“Guess not. Now will you go?”

“Fine, but if for a second I stop having a good time I’m bailing.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I’ll stop by your place around nine and we can go together okay? It’ll be casual.”

“Okay.” You gave him a tentative smile, his eyes lighting up as he kissed you again.

“See you soon.” He said before jogging back into the locker room for his long awaited shower as you headed back to your dorm, your mind still clouded by the thought of him.

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You had decided on a pair of leggings and a nice top, a pair of sneakers adorning your feet as you waited for him. Your clock read 9:17 and you sighed, hated the little voice in the back of your mind that told you he wasn’t going to show. Right before you were about to write him off and call it a night your phone buzzed, signaling he was outside and waiting for you. With a huff, you grabbed your jacket and headed out to meet him.

“Hey.” He greeted you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Party’s across campus, I figured we could just walk.”

“Who’s all gonna be there?

“Everybody who’s anybody, babygirl.”

“You know, no matter how much you say it I’ll never be your baby.”  You could have sworn you heard him mutter something that sounded like ‘we’ll see’ but as soon as you were about to question him about it like the smartass you were he had changed the topic again.

“You’ll love the guys. I’m sure they’ll love you.” He said reassuringly, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

You heard the party before you saw it, the bass blasting through the air. You saw Calum’s wide smile, but couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

Clearly the nervousness was written on your face because suddenly Calum gave your hand a little squeeze. “Hey, I’ll take care of you tonight okay? Me and you.”

“Okay.” You shot him a reassuring smile as the two of you walked into the party.

The music was almost painfully loud, reverberating through the house and shaking you to your core. You watched shyly as a couple guys came up to Calum and dapped him on the back, none of them even giving you a second glance. Finally, a tall, blonde boy who you recognized from the soccer field came up to you and Calum.

“Luke! I was looking for you. I have someone I want you to meet!”

Luke smiled down at you, a wide smile on his face as he looked back and forth between you and Calum. “You must be Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you. This kid can’t seem to shut up about you.”

“Oi! This giant doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Calum laughed as he steered you away from the taller boy.  “Do you want a drink?” Calum yelled over the music.

“Uh, sure I guess.”

“I’ll get you a drink and then we’ll dance. Luke, keep an eye on this one. Make sure she doesn’t get into trouble, because she likes to do that.”

“Hey!” You protested, lightly smacking his chest.

“Yeah looks like she’s a real spitfire.” Luke laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

“Tell me about it.” Calum playfully rolled his eyes before disappearing into the crowd.

“So you play soccer too?”

“Yeah, it’s a good way to keep busy. So tell me, what’s the deal with you two? You guys together or some shit?”

“No. I don’t even like him that much.” You lied. You weren’t about to let on how much you really did care for Calum to his best mate.

“Wow he wasn’t kidding.”

“About what?”

“You really hate him.” You just shrugged, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “He’ll never get you to fall for him.”

“Is…Is that what he’s trying to do?”

“I mean, between you and me he really doesn’t want to write his own papers if you know what I mean.”

“Wow. There must be something in your gatorade there on the field because every single soccer boy I meet is a grade A asshole.”

“Jesus, you are a bitch. Calum was right.”

You tried your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. It was one thing hearing Calum poke fun at you, because at this point it was just your guys’ thing. But to hear that he had been tarnishing your reputation to people you had never even met? How long would it take for the entire soccer team to know you had let him into your pants in an abandoned locker room? You’d be surprised if they didn’t already know the intimate details of your hookup. You felt so stupid. He had played you, just like you thought he would.

You turned away from Luke, moving through the throng of people, wanting to get out of this stupid party you never should have agreed to.

You made it out of the building and halfway across the quad before you heard your name being called. Once again you just kept walking away from him.

“You’re bailing already? What did I do?”

“I thought we weren’t going to lie to each other.”

“What?”

“God I mean, I knew this was a bad idea but I can honestly say this took me by surprise.

“Baby, what the hell are you on about?” He asked, reaching up to stroke your arm.

“I am NOT your baby.” You yelled, pulling out of his grasp, disgust written all over you face.

“Well you should be.”

“Don’t patronize me. You’re a liar and a jerk you know that? You’re just a stupid boy who will never learn and you’re a jerk. Don’t talk to me.”

“No! You do not get to just shut down and not tell me what’s going on.”

“Like you don’t know.” You huffed, trying to walk away, but his grip held you once more.

“Educate me princess, it’s what you do best isn’t it?”

“Luke told me about what you said to him. Tell me, how long will it take for the whole team to know the intimate details of your little conquest. I’m done playing the fool for you Calum, I’ve been doing it all my life and I’m fucking tired.”

“Oh don’t act all self righteous. It’s not like you started this relationship with good intentions either. You wanted your little scholarship or to be the very fucking best or whatever the hell you geeks love so much you didn’t ever give a damn about me.”

“Like you care.”

“Fuck you I do care. I like you okay? There I said it, I fucking like you and I am not going to let you just walk away on me again.”

“You…You like me? Is this a joke?”

“Jesus, you’re so fucking stubborn. Yes I like you. God, I really fucking like you and I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t. I promised not to lie to you remember?”

You stared at him, your mouth hanging open as you took in the fullness and sincerity behind his words. “Well?”

“Fuck you.”

“What?”

“Fuck you Calum Hood. Now kiss me.” You growled, stepping into his arms and pressing your lips against his. He inhaled sharply, surprised to feel your lips on his instead of your hand smacking him like he had fully expected. It didn’t take him long to recover though, as his hands found your waist and held you close to him as his lips molded to yours.

He could get used to this, he thought. And he was going to make sure everyone knew it. Calum was finally going to let everyone know the truth. You were his girl.

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Part 4

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Ease My Mind - Part 10 (FINAL!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

Warnings: luke cage spoilers

A/N: WE’RE HERE! the end!!! i thought this was gonna be long but it ended up being kinda short?? idk how that happened. but anyway i really like it, i hope you do too, and thank you so much for being on this journey with me! your feedback and messages and enthusiasm has made this story so much fun to write so i really owe it all to you guys :) 

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Luke and his ‘girlfriend’ Claire Temple were highly confused but also thrilled about Tony’s jail-bust and the reappearance of Dr Burstein. Tony wanted to celebrate by getting everyone drunk and ordering enough takeout to feed a small country, so even though every single person protested, that’s what happened. Steve and Luke bonded over their love of breaking stuff and, for the first time, Steve lost an armwrestling contest.

Which is why he’s a pouty, broody cloud of sadness at the briefing table while everyone else is just extremely hungover.

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Friends With Benefits (Part 2) - Taehyung x Reader

Group : BTS 

Member : Kim Taehyung

Genre : smut, cheating, affairs, FWB, fluff (?)

Word Count : 2K

Description : having a friend with benefits and being in a relationship? how will this work out? 

previous : part I | next : part III

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effulgenceangel  asked:

TODAY I TOLD MY CRUSH 'can I see your tie' (BC THEY HSD TO DRESS UP ALL NICE) SND I DIDNT EVEN LET HIM ANSWER, I GRABBED IT SND TUGGED ON IT ANF SAID 'you look so handsome today.' AND WALKED AWAY AHHH IM SO HAPPY HES RESLLY TALL SO WHEN HE SAID 'oh why thank you' (IN HIS DEEP ASS VOICE!) HE HAD TO LOOK DOWN AT ME AND HE SMIRKED I MELTED SND THE CROWD PUSHED HIM ON MY TO MAKE SHIT BETTER I NEVER TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT DO U THINK HE GOT THE HINT? SORRY THIS IS WEIRD BUT IM JUST SO HAPPY!🌸❤️🌷

NO ITS NOT WEIRD ITS SO CUTE!!! Boo u gotta claim him

On The School Dress Code

Hello.
I am an average teenage girl who wears whatever the fuck I want because who cares?
You see those things on either side of my neck?
Those are called shoulders.
According to the school dress code,
They make boys so lust induced
They literally cannot control themselves.

According to the school dress code, shoulders make the blood rush from every single boys head to, well…their Head and lets just say that they are all racing to do a girl after that.
Do my elbows makes your knees quake, a burning desire to take me right here in the middle of the classroom where all our fellow classmates can see?

Do my knees make your brain stop working, make you want to stop me in the hallways, run your hands all up and down them and then all up and down me, do they make your heart feel like sugar melting in the heat of a bitter cup of coffee?

Let me apologize for distracting you in the middle of class,
My paper airplane collar bones keeping you from doing your classwork because you just can’t keep from throwing glances at them.
I’m sorry for my cleavage showing just a little bit, like passing notes while the teacher is lecturing, can you please refrain from trying to read them.
Nevermind, they’ve decided to cut my school day short, no education for me.
Missed the test
No retakes
Worth 3/4th of my grade
But I need to go home
Put on some proper clothing, maybe while I’m at it learn a little baking so that one day I’ll get married and I’ll need someone, probably a man, to explain the world to me.
Is my mind not sexy to you? You don’t like the way all my mitochondria are stacked up, made up, formed to make me?
Me, a valid human being, don’t you tell me this dress code’s equal when I’ve never seen a male student sent home for wearing his pants too low.
And you think gay people have an agenda?

Admirer!Jun

- when he likes somebody

- he lIKES SOMEBODY OK

- a total fck boy

- just kidding

- but you think he is

- because of how he acts and talks

- ever since he saw you in freshmen year, jun was like !!!! omg!!!! look!!! its my future wife!!! 

- and he was a little dork back then awwww with his bowl cut awww haha

- but then sophomore year came and bOOM 

- he’s sexy

- like reAL SEXY LIKE–

- sorry

- you’re like really beautiful, reader

- so that’s one reason why wen jun hui fell for you

- you’re beautiful inside and out

- you’re kind but can be a bit blunt sometimes, which somehow makes jun thiNK ITS HOT???

- like since jun always acts so flirty around you, he’s always trying to wrap his arm around you and stuff

- and you’d always sigh and push him away

- but somehow 

- it just makes jun want you even more like boy istg

- jun would always just look at you with this dreamy expression and soft smile

- but once you look over, his smirk appears and his eyebrow raises

- and you roll your eyes at him because he seems too…. fCK BOY

- you’re really athletic and talented do things really effortlessly

- you play the piano, guitar, play volleyball, tennis, and dance– hip-hop and ballet

- and jun really admires how you do everything so perfectly yet effortlessly

- like he remembers clearly when he first came to the school, it was after school because he wanted to take a tour before his real school-day starts do he doesn’t feel flustered if he goes to the wrong classroom

- and he was told to just look around while his parents were talking to the principle

- and jun wonders upstairs but he stops in front of a room where there was soft music playing

- and he slowly peeks in and he sees you in your ballerina attire and you’re dancing so gracefully

- and when you turn around and open your eyes, jun’s heart like, stops, because you’re so beautiful

- and you blink 

- and he’s gone

- so you shrug it off and continue dancing 

- while jun’s behind the door and he’s blushing so hard

- so you get annoyed by jun ever since he turned hot and got so much confidence that he turned a bit cocky

- every time you walked out of your classroom to your locker

- jun would suddenly walk behind you and place his hand next to your head on a locker

- and you’d already know it’s him because 1, his big-ass hand, 2, his strong cologne

- you’d always just push him away and sigh in annoyance while jun just chuckles his annoying chuckle that souNDS SO GODDAMN ATTRACTIVE

- at first you got flustered when he first did this

- but when you saw him talking to other girls, you realized, or so you thought, it was his true demeanor 

- so after that, you brushed off your violent heart-pounding feeling from his flirtatious actions because you secretly already fell for him friCK

- but the thing is, jun only is original when it comes to you and he would actually mean everything he says

- unlike just saying, “lookin’ cute today,” “thanks pretty lady,” to other girls

- he would call you beautiful and gorgeous and would always stare at you with a soft smile and dreamy eyes when you’re not looking 

- but you’d just brush it off and tell him to stop

- okay story time

- one day in class, after-school, you were just helping the teacher out by cleaning up the room

- jun was walking by, glancing in each classroom, 

- and once he saw you, he took a double-take and grinned

- he walked in and grinned wider when he saw you with your headphones on, and your back faced towards him

- but he just knows its you because he had observed you for the longest time now lmao

- he goes behind you and just wraps his arms around you from behind and his chin is on your shoulder

- you drop the cleaning cloth that was in your hands and you scream

- and jun bursts out laughing before turning you around and pecking your cheek

- you gasp and shove him away

- “jun! you asshole!” 

- and he’s laughing so hard

- you frown and blush hard in embarrassment, storming out of the classroom

- jun pouts and follows you, “hey~ Y/N~”

- you point at him and shout, “don’t follow me!” 

- jun just smirks and wiggles his finger and he jogs up to your side, grabbing your hand, “no can do, beautiful.” 

- you press your lips together into a firm line and push him away

- “jun! I’m serious!” 

- jun doesn’t take you seriously LOL

- he continues clinging onto you and grinning

- you stop in front of the janitors closet and open it

- jun smirks and raises his brows, “oh, so you do want to kiss me.” 

- you hiss, “shut up jun, no one wants to kiss you.” 

- jun pretends to be hurt before he laughs

- “i’m helping the teacher clean up the classroom so i need more supplies. don’t get too cocky, asshole.” 

- jun just watches you before whistling and opening the lights in the closet before closing it behind him as he walks in

- you gasp and widen your eyes before looking at him 

- “so, shall we–” 

- “jun! you dumbass! no!” 

- you almost cry because you immediately try and open the door 

- jun just raises his eyebrows, “what’s wrong? why–” 

- you sigh and face-palm before shouting, “you stupid– this dOOR ONLY OPENS FROM THE OUTSIDE” 

- jun widens his eyes before muttering, “let me try.” 

- and immediately he fking boDY SLAMS HIS BODY AGAINST THE DOOR LMAO IM 

- bUT NOPE

- IT WON’T OPEN

- and you’re standing there, crossing your arms and looking at your watch before crying out, “it’s almost 7 and the janitor doesn’t come in this hallway until like, 10.” 

- jun’s just like, “why?”

- you kick his shin and he cries out while you huff and sit down in the corner, frowning

- jun just pouts and tries to sit next to you but you push him away and hug your knees

- jun sits near you and just stares at you

- the closet is surprisingly cold dont ask ok its for the story 

- let’s just say it helps the longevity of the products for cleaning :–))

- you and jun stay silent, just hearing the sound of breathing from both of you

- you glare at jun when you saw him stare at you

- jun suddenly mumbles, “why do you hate me so much?” 

- “because you’re annoying,” you’d respond almost immediately

- jun would shrug, “but i didn’t even do anything that’ll hurt you.” 

- you frown, “you’re still annoying. you won’t ever leave me alone and you’re always shouting into my ear.” 

- jun would just crack a slightly smile, his arm resting on on of his legs 

- “yeah. i never leave you alone, huh?” 

- you’d just nod and stare at him

- “I can leave you alone if you’d do something for me.” 

- immediately you scream, “perVERT” 

- jun just widens his eyes and actuaLLY BLUSH LIKE , “NO THAT–”

- jun just sighs and mutters, “look, do you want personal space or not?” 

- you just stay silent before looking at him

- you slowly nod

- jun would stare at you and the look in his eyes mELT YOUR SOUL

- they’re so tender and loving??? lIKE HES STARING AT YOU AS IF YOU’RE THE MOST PRECIOUS THING EVER

- and you blush

- jun just licks his lips and mumbles, “come closer.” 

- you refuse which ends up with jun shuffling over

- you blush really hard and hide your face behind your hoodie

- and you’re like don’T FALL FOR HIS SWEET TALKING HES A FCK BOY

- and jun just slowly wraps his arm around you and pull you to his chest

- and you widen your eyes like !!! what r u!!!

- and he’s hugging you tightly with his head buried in your neck

- you want to push him away but knowing jun, he’d refuse

- you just sigh and sit, trying to ignore your heart violently beating against your ribcage

- then jun would softly speak

- “why do you always push me away? i know i may be annoying but that’s the only way i can get your attention away from boys who go for the nice-guy approach.” 

- you freeze and feel his arms tighten around you

- “do you know how cruel you are? do you know how many times I’ve tried to confess to you, but you always push me off and curse at me?” he’d say, his voice going softer, “you’re so beautiful, did you know that? you’re the most beautiful person ever.” 

- you redden and just slowly wrap your arms around him because his words are making you melt and he would shift so his lips were slightly brushing against your ear

- “do you know why i actually take the time to do my hair and get nicely dressed with nice clothes? to try and impress you. but no, you ignore me and shout at me, telling me to leave you alone.” 

- you feel a bit bad, so you’d place your hands on his chest and slowly pull away, staring at him with unbelieving eyes

- “you might not take me seriously, but i truly mean every word, Y/N.” jun would whisper, staring into your eyes as he places his hand on yours and the other, cupping your cheek. 

- “i have liked you– loved you for so long, and do you know how broken I actually get? It hurts but i just keep trying. no matter how stupid my antics get, i thought i could’ve just caught your heart with my words.” 

- jun would then smile softly, pressing his forehead against yours, “it looked like it worked at first, but as time passed, i realized how annoying I got and how cocky i seemed. I’m sorry.” 

- you’d stare at him 

- and finally a soft smile appears on your face

- “jun, you’re so dumb.” 

- jun would chuckle lightly, “I am, huh? and you’re the reason why. my brain won’t work whenever i’m near you.” 

- you blush again and avoid his eyes

- and you would feel his face move closer and his lips slightly brush against yours

- you’d lean closer because of your feelings overwhelming you, and you’d kiss him lightly

- he’d grip onto your waist with the hand that was on your cheek and he would kiss you firmly

- you’d cup his cheeks and kiss him 

- and you’d realize that he did actually like you 

- when you both pull away, jun had the biggest, genuine, smile on his face

- you’d just smile shyly at him and hug him, your head resting on his chest

- and he would kiss the top of your head and mumble, “i dreamt of this moment but not in a closet.” 

- you’d blush so hard and just look at him

- he’d clear his throat, “ I MEAN JUST THE KISSING PART AND…. LIKE, I DON’T MEAN ANYTHIHNG ELSE I SWEAR–” 

- and you’d just lean up and kiss him again

- and he’d shut up and kiss back immediately

- and you’d pull away and just stare at him

- THEN SUDDENLY THE DOOR OPENS 

- AND YOU AND BOTH JUN SCREAM IN SHOCK AND GET UP IMMEDIATELY

- there stand the old man, sighing

- “youngsters these days istg” 

- YOU AND JUN BOTH DENY EVERYTHING AND HURRIEDLY RUN OUT

- you would look at jun and you both would laugh with red cheeks

- and you’d both stop in the middle of the hallway and just stare at each other

- “did you… really mean it? like… i mean..” 

- jun would just smile, “i understand if you feel a bit suspicious but i really do mean it.” 

- you’d blush and just mumble, “sorry.” 

- but jun would just rub his neck and be like, “soo… do i still have to keep up with the ‘leave you alone thing’ orr…” 

- and you’d just chuckle and walk past him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you glanced back

- “just don’t be annoying and cocky anymore because you don’t have to.” 

- jun would just grin and jog up to you, playfully bumping your shoulder, “really?!” 

- you’d just roll your eyes, “don’t make me regret it.” 

- he’d grin so widely, “you won’t!” 

- cue jun suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you

- and you’re like !!!omg!!!

- but you’re grinning against his lips and lightly smacking his chest

- and he’s just kissing the life outta you ok he jusT REALLY WANTED TO DO THIS SO LET THE BOY BE


sorry if it seemed a bit rushed omg :c this was my third writing for today :’–)


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