this movie leaves you in a ball of feels

I’ve been planning to post this since I watched the movie.

So I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday, and let me tell you, I am in love with it. I legit told my parents I was gonna marry that goddamn movie.

The story line and moral lesson was so sweet. The characters were so diverse and funny and heartbreaking and just overall amazing (I was legit screaming when I saw how many POC characters were in it, God bless). And even though some scenes were a bit rushed and auto tune was kinda irritating, I loved it.

But the best part of the movie was the introduction to Disney’s first canon, outed gay character.

When I first heard that there was gonna be some representation in a children’s film, I was so excited. However, I was kinda worried Disney would play it off as some joke or even make the person a rude, sinister jerk. When I heard LeFou was gonna be the gay character, it made me even more nervous.

But I saw him and his role in the movie. I was shook.

It was so beautiful.

LeFou - I’m so proud of Disney. He isn’t played off as a comic relief or a thing that shouldn’t exist, but he was so well-written and actually had layers. He went through so much development in the movie. His crush on Gaston influenced much of his actions, but soon he realized what was happening and ultimately found some good in his heart. He helped the antiques in the battle and he finally learned that he deserved more than a ruthless, heartless monster with a habit of leaving old men to die in the wilderness.

In the end, he got a happy ending. He’s over Gaston and is now happy and joyful at the ball dance, especially when a handsome young man - Stanley, I think - joins him in the revel.

Honestly, this movie made me feel so happy. But I’m not only gonna stop here.

If you don’t like the movie because you hate gay people: fuck you. It’s 2017, get your shit straight - actually, it’s already straight. But still - we live in a changing world, and we all know we can’t control love. If a princess can fall in love with a beast, I’m pretty sure two guys have the right to kiss.

Try to argue with me. Try.

Secondly, I know some people have doubts about LeFou being a good representative. Remember what I said above. His sexuality corresponds with his actions and behavior. It is shown many times that he loves Gaston, but he doesn’t stay in that want for him much longer when he realizes what a monster he actually is. Like what Mrs. Potts says: “You’re too good for him.”

So he learns a lesson and gets some development. But we have a final thing we have to discuss before I end this.

Many people are pretty upset that there isn’t much representation in general. That there isn’t enough, and most of what happens brings you laughing your ass off.

And to that I say: Look.

Look how far Disney has come. We went from a movie about how true love is always the answer (which it isn’t) to a movie with a diverse cast and the lesson that there is always good and kindness in our hearts. I’m proud that Disney has taken it’s first step (but not the last, mind you) in exploring different cultures and peoples from Polynesian tribes to their first gay character that isn’t “just a joke.” And this probably isn’t the last time we’ll see this kind of diversity.

Disney is taking baby steps, but I will wait for the rest of my life for a time where the LGBTQ+ community is nothing but ordinary. That we exist and we are more than just fetishes and stereotypes.

Be patient. This isn’t forever. Just like how it isn’t forever till you finally come to terms with your sexuality or gender identity. How it isn’t forever till you come out. How it isn’t forever till you make a difference in the world and win equality for all.

I hear so much about how little representation was shown and how the movie failed with it - but take the time to realize. We’re lucky we got actual representation. We’re lucky we’re here today, watching the birth of the first gay Disney character who’s outed and he isn’t just some doofus or laughingstock.

We’re lucky Disney finally heard us and listened.

Maybe they screwed up. Maybe they didn’t. You have your own opinion on how they played it out, and I have mine. But I want you all to know this isn’t the last time we’ll see this. This isn’t the last time we’ll find our community on the screen where so many different people can see.

If Disney doesn’t make more movies with more representation, like hell we would rest. We will make our voices heard, and we will make sure they know we aren’t going to rest until we are seen as valuable as a straight or cis person. We will make sure people will see who we are.

But right now, let’s just look. Look at how people are changing, how minds and ideas are changing. How the world is changing.

One day the world will change. One day everyone will be accepted for who they are, regardless of religion, sexuality, race, gender, kin, age, weight, or anything else. One day, love will bring people together instead of driving them apart, and hate would be something of the past.

It sounds poetic, I know. Even downright stupid.

But I hope this day will come.

The movement for equal rights had started long, long ago, and it’s not done yet. We will fight for our rights. And we still fight today.

This movie is not the start of Disney’s diversity, and it isn’t the end. I have a feeling they’re gonna make more representation in the times yet to come. But let’s be happy they took another step. A step that’ll help show the world that we’re all as valid as society’s “norms.”

I’m so proud of LeFou and what Disney has done, and I can’t wait for more.

So…thank you, Disney.

Thank you.

Punctured Love

A/N: Drabble request for anon​. Imagine in which the reader is terrified of needles, and Jax knows it, so tells her it’s okay that she not get his crow tattooed on her. Enjoy, anony!

You sat in the waiting room, bouncing your leg as you waited for the nurse to call you in.
“It’s alright, I’ll be there the whole time.” Jax reassured you, his hand sliding down your thigh, squeezing it.
You didn’t reply, forcing yourself to stop bouncing your leg for all of a minute before starting up again.
It was only a blood test, but as much as you psyched yourself up, telling yourself it would be fine, just like every other time, you still sat in that chair as though you were waiting for the electric chair.
“Y/N?” The nurse called.
Your head snapped up, but you were frozen in your chair.
“Come on, babe, it’s okay.” Jax said, helping you up.
Walking into the nurse’s office, you sat on the bed, Jax next to you.
The nurse began the process, placing the band around your arm and tightening it. She began to feel around for the vein and you began to shake.
“You okay, sweetheart? If you feel like you’re gonna pass out, you tell me.”
You nodded and Jax squeezed your hand.
“Breathe, baby, in through the nose, out through the mouth, that’s it.”
“I promise, I won’t put the needle in until I’ve found a vein. Just relax and it’ll be over in a minute.” The nurse added.
You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you kept your gaze locked on Jax’s, following him along in his breathing technique. Sweat formed on your brow, and your cheeks flushed red as you felt the slight pinch of the needle.
“You’re doing great, Y/N, nurse is nearly done.”
You nodded, still breathing heavily, wincing slightly as you felt the needle being pulled out.
“All finished. Now sit there a moment, drink this cup of water, you’re a bit pale and I don’t want you getting up straight away.” The nurse said, handing her a paper cup.
You sipped at it while the nurse placed a cotton ball and tape over the area she’d drawn blood from. The nurse let you leave once she was happy with your breathing and colouring of your face.
Jax lead you out to the car, and the minute you were buckled in, you relaxed completely.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah, thanks for that. Sorry I got freaked out.”
“All good darlin’.” He smiled at you. 
“How about we get burgers and ice cream, spend the night watching your favourite movies?”
You agreed, looking forward to a quiet evening in with your man.


Settling into bed for the evening, you lay with your head on Jax’s head, listening to the rain pouring outside. You felt so lucky to have him. Jax was so kind and caring, protective, and he loved you so deeply. 
He shifted underneath you, rolling towards you. He lay there, stroking your hair and smiling at you for a short while.
“I’m so glad I found you.” He said.
Blush rose in your cheeks. “I’m glad I found you, too.”
“I’ve been thinkin’. I really love you, and there’s no one else I want to do life with. Will you marry me? Be my Old Lady?”
It took a moment for the idea to register in. Jax wanted to marry you. You’d be his Old Lady, his wife. Pure joy was quickly replaced with a nauseating squeeze in your stomach.
Being an Old Lady meant getting your Old Man’s crow. Which meant a whole lot of needles. Which you hated.
“I haven’t even got pierced ears!” You exclaimed, sitting up.
“Huh?” Jax asked.
“I can’t get a crow tattoo! I can’t get any tattoos! Sooooo many needles!”
You felt the panic rising within you. You felt awful. Jax wanted to spend his life with you, and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. But even the idea of being the wife of an outlaw biker club was less terrifying that a bunch of needles pricking your skin at once.
You heard Jax chuckle and turned to look at him laying on his back, staring up at you.
What caught your sight next was the diamond ring he was holding out to you.
“You don’t have to get my crow, babe. I’m not gonna force you to get a tattoo. I already know you’re mine, and that ring will tell anyone who doesn’t know. Or anyone who needs reminding.”
Your hand covered your mouth, the other reaching out, holding the delicate piece of jewellery between your fingers.
Jax sat up, cupping your cheek in his hand, wiping a stray tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen.
“So, is that a yes?”
“Yeah!” You said, and Jax pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss.
He slid the ring on your finger and you studied it, loving the feel of it.
“Now, I still would like you to have my crow.” Jax said, shuffling over on the bed towards the edge.
“You what?” You asked, wondering how on Earth you were going to pull that off.
Jax leant over the side of the bed, pulling up a long, flat box, handing it to you.
You opened it, pulling out what was inside.
A black t-shirt, “Jax’s Old Lady” printed on it in white, looking like a kutte patch.
You grinned, clutching the fabric like it was precious.
“Turn it over.”
Doing as you were told, you were met with an intricate crow design covering much of the back of the shirt. It was beautifully detailed, in the same white ink as the writing on the front.
“Wow, Jax.” You breathed out, rendered speechless. It was such a kind gesture, and you didn’t think you could love Jax anymore than you did until that moment.
“I got Happy to design it for me and got it printed on the shirt. I still have the design, so if anything happens to the shirt, we’ll go get another printed.”
You giggled, shaking your head.
“I love it so much. And I love you, Jax Teller.
“I love you too, future Mrs Teller.”

Dating Clay Jensen would include...

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

-Both of you guys being extremely awkward at first

-Like, the first time he saw you taking a walk around the neighborhood, he fell off of his bike

-He may be adorable, but boy is he comfy

-Probably leaves you compliments everyday so that he knows that you have at least one 

-Being completely oblivious to his feelings for you until one day you see him but a compliment into your bag

-Stutters a lot while asking you out so you kiss him on the cheek to shut him up

-lots of blushing

-like a lot

-your first date is at the movies after his shift, probably really cheesy

-I feel like Clay is just a giant cheese ball

-like your hands meet inside the popcorn

-after that you guys are inseparable 

-lots of cuddles

-like nonstop

-Jeff being your number one supporter

-like him constantly winking at Clay whenever the two of you are together

-helping him deal with Hannah’s death

-trusting each other with anything and everything

-average PDA, but when someone is flirting with you he will probably squeeze your ass a few times

-being each other’s first

-his parents loving you

-both of them have probably walked in on the two of you making out at least once a week

-having your own personal tutor

-lots of coffee at Monet’s

-loving each other unconditionally

-promising you that when you are older that you will get married

-being each other’s forever.

How to Ruin a Life

Gabriel x Reader

An Anon request from the Drabble Prompt list. Picked number 19:  “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

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Your life had ended the day you had left your heart back in that room with Lucifer. Knowing that your love Gabriel was going to face his brother, Lucifer, and certain death. Your brother Sam had to pick you up, holding you against him as you fought to go back in there. It didn’t matter that you would be going in to your death, it mattered that you would be there for Gabriel when he needed the most.

But your brothers had thrown you into the car, driving far away. Days passed, and you couldn’t get past the fact that Gabriel was gone from your life. Each sound, you would glance behind you, hoping that there was a chance he had survived. But when the days passed, then the months and nothing, your will to live slowly faded away.

It worried your brothers, how you stayed in your room, often times laying in your bed, staring at nothing. Gone was the silly, loving girl from the past. In her place a shell, with dark shadows underneath her eyes, and sadness in every step. They tried everything they knew to help you along.Your favorite foods, trips to your favorite places. Nothing worked, and soon they stepped back, hoping you would snap out of it.

A year later, you weren’t even recognizable. Following your brothers as they continued on hunting, staying behind while they killed the monsters, you attempted to get back in the swing of life. Trying to act normal for your brothers even if you didn’t feel normal. Or okay.

With your brothers out attempting to kill the ghouls, you were sitting on the bed, tears streaming down your face as you stared at the TV. It was an old movie, one that the two of you watched on your nights in. “Why?” You cried. “Why did you have to finally be brave and stand up to your brother? Why did you have to leave me alone, with this huge hole in my chest?”

Curling into a ball, you couldn’t control the sobbing that wracked your body. “Why won’t the pain go away?”

Sniffling, you wiped away your tears, your sadness slowing growing into anger. Knowing that you would never move past this heartbreak, that you would never have the life you once had. That your smile would never be as bright without your whiskey eyed Angel by your side. Slamming your hand into the wall, you welcomed the pain.  “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.” You muttered. Because that’s what Gabriel had done. By offering his life up to his brother, he had ruined yours.

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“You are the Light of My Life” - Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader

Word Count: 1983

Request:  Can I get a happy fluffy one for Bucky please? I think he deserves a happy ending. Maybe even one with angst because he/the reader thinks they’re cheating when they aren’t and it’s all cute/fluffy in the end? Thanks

Warnings: fluff, flirtation (lol), insecure reader, slight angst(?), HAPPY ENDING

Author’s Note: I struggle with writing for Bucky, even though I love him and seb very… very much. So, if y’all have any tips or something you think I can improve on, please let me know! Also, let me know if you like it! Feedback is appreciated :)

(also… no one should be able to be that good looking… wtf)

“Hi! Give me one sec and I’ll take your order,” you said while looking over your shoulder to greet a customer. Being stuck on dish duty and managing the cash register was not easy, and you definitely expected to get a raise after this. Today was a busy day at Starbucks, and most of your coworkers decided to go out and party, which left you and your best friend to do all of the work. Finishing up with the dishes, you quickly wiped your hands on your apron and pushed back the strands of hair that were dangling in front of your face. “Alright, what can I get started for ya-”

“I’ll take a venti water and a date to Tony Stark’s lavish party this weekend,” the man ordered, watching as you grabbed a plastic cup. You pressed the tip of the black sharpie on the cup, but stopped, realizing what the man had said at the end of his sentence. Your eyes flickered up to the man; you had been so distracted that you didn’t realize your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, had been standing in front of you with a huge grin on his face.  "Hey, doll.“

You smiled, “Hey, there handsome. What are you doing here?”

“Searching for a date to Tony’s party that I happened to get invited to.”

“Wow,” you acted shocked, placing your hands on the side of your face, “that’s weird.”

“Tell me about it,” Bucky chuckled. “Anyways, I thought I should bring this really gorgeous girl that I’ve been dating for the past few weeks,” Bucky said, walking with you on the other side of the counter as you started to fill his cup up with some ice.

“Oh, yeah?” You cocked an eyebrow, filling the cup with water.

“Yeah.” Bucky puckered his lips, slowly licking them before giving a small smirk.

“And what makes you think she’ll say yes?” you challenged, sliding the cup across the counter.

“I can be pretty convincing,” Bucky winked, taking a sip of his water. You were about to respond with a witty remark but were brought back to reality by the sound of an angry customer.

“Hey, young lady! You finished flirtin’ over there?” an older man yelled, waving his hands to get your attention.

You gave an apologetic look and told the customer you’d be right over. “Look,” you turned back to Bucky, “I gotta get workin’ or else I might not earn that raise I’m planning on getting.”

Bucky smiled, “Will you come to the party?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “What day?”


“Alright, it’s a date.”

Saturday night came rolling along, and Bucky picked you up around seven pm. He wore a suit that was all black, which coincidentally went with your matte black strapless dress. You were excited, you had never been to a fancy party, let alone a party hosted by the World’s Mightiest Heroes.  Bucky slid his hand around your waist and the two of you made your way to the glorious party that awaited.

The tower was absolutely remarkable, like no building you had ever seen. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you were stunned by the guests that were socializing in front of you. Rich people and journalists covered the area, with the occasional photographer snapping a photo of everyone. The Avengers were scattered in the living room: Falcon and Captain America–aka Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers– were over by the bar making small talk with two pretty girls. Hawkeye, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, and Vision –aka Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff and Jarvis– were sitting on the couches, laughing and having the time of their lives. Iron Man and War Machine– aka Tony Stark and James “Rhodey” Rhodes– were conversing with the other party guests.

“Wow, this place is beautiful,” you marveled.

Bucky turned his head, “Not nearly as beautiful as how you look tonight.”

You grinned, meeting his eyes. “Just tonight?”

“Don’t challenge me, doll. You won’t win this,” Bucky cocked his head, playfully wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and took his hand, dragging him towards the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he rested his hands on your hips, swaying to the beat of the music. Not long after, Captain America and a few of the other Avengers made their way over to introduce themselves to you.

“So, you are the mysterious (Y/n) Bucky has been talking about,” Hawkeye started, crossing his arms.

“To be completely honest, I didn’t think you were real because Ol’ Metal Arm couldn’t handle such an amazing girl like you,” Sam flattered, giving a wink which made you blush. Bucky noticed your cheeks turn a bright pink, and his grip on your waist tightened. You looked at his rough features and giggled because Bucky freakin’ Barnes was jealous.

“Give him a break, Sam,” Steve defended, “It’s lovely to meet you (Y/n).”

“Nice to meet you, too. Nice to meet all of you, actually. I’m a big-huge fan, just like… wow you guys are amazing,” you stuttered, moving your hands as you spoke. Everyone laughed and kept the conversation going by asking you personal questions, such as your age, where you were from, why you came to New York and what you did for a living.

“Starbucks barista, eh?” Maria Hill asked, walking over to join in the conversation.

You shrugged, “Yep. I know it’s not as great as being a secret agent, but hey, it pays the bills.”

“So, hypothetically,” Hawkeye began, “if you and Barnes were to- oh I don’t know… get married, would we all get family discounts?”

Bucky sighed, covering his face while you laughed nervously. Sam nudged Clint’s shoulder, “Really, Birdman?”

“Hey! Coffee is very essential to my life, and that shits expensive!” Clint argued. “You should know, fellow Birdman.”

Sam rolled his eyes and walked away, and Clint held out his arms, chasing after him. The rest of the group apologized and went back to enjoying the party.

“It truly was lovely to meet you, (Y/n)- hey watch your language!” Steve yelled at Tony, who had apparently made a “very inappropriate” joke to Rhodey. He walked over to the two immature men and began to lecture them on how they should not swear in front of such a large crowd of important people.

Bucky exhaled, “I’m so sorry about my… friends.”

“Bucky, what do you have to be sorry about? They seem like a handful, but a really entertaining group of people,” you laughed.

“I think ‘handful’ is an understatement. I could really use a drink,” Bucky confessed, his eyes glancing over to the bar. “You want somethin’, doll?”

“Sure,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“What would you like?”

“Hmmm, surprise me,” you flirted, giving him a slight push towards the bar. He chuckled and made his way over, gesturing to the bartender for two drinks. You laughed once more, then proceeded to sit down on one of the couches and people watch. Every now and then, one woman would throw her head back, laughing at something Tony would say (which was most likely a statement about how amazing he was). Sam stuck with Steve, being a wingman and trying to get the “old man some action”. Most of the conversations you watched entertained you, but then you started to feel lonely and wonder where Bucky went. He had been gone for a while, you thought, glancing over to the bar. Bucky was standing at the bar, with your drinks, but with another woman. It looked like he commented on her beautiful red dress, and she giggled, twirling her long brunette hair and getting closer to him. Her hands ran up and down his arms, giving them a tight squeeze before smiling.

And that’s when you walked away. You couldn’t take it anymore, you didn’t belong here. You knew you didn’t belong here from the moment you saw the Avengers. You weren’t like them, you were just a normal girl that wouldn’t stand in a fight for longer than 3 seconds. Tears started to roll down your cheek, but you quickly wiped them away and briskly walked to the elevator, making your way out of the tower. Maybe you always knew that you wouldn’t belong, from the moment you first found out who Bucky really was. You stumbled outside, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm in the cold weather. The street was so quiet, almost as if everyone, including the magical taxi cab you were waiting for, was on vacation. A lampost started to flicker, giving the area a creepy, deserted vibe. The light bulb clearly needed to be changed, it was starting to feel you were taking part in a scary movie. Staring past the stoplights, you waited and waited for some yellow and black striped car to drive by. But of course, the one night you just wanted to go home, there were none. The weight of your body transferred onto the balls of your toes as you leaned over the edge of the curb, making extra sure that you wouldn’t miss anything. But, alas, your thoughts were interrupted by the person you were trying to leave.

“(Y/n), where are you going?” Bucky yelled, running towards you. His tone sounded sincere, his face filled with confusion.

“I’m going home,” you stated, refusing to look into his hurt, beautiful blue eyes.

“What? Why? Did I do something?” He questioned, his hand reaching towards yours, but you moved and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“I… I-I just don’t belong here, James.”

“What are you talking about, (Y/n)? Is this about something the group did? Because they all love you and they probably didn’t mean it-”

“No,” you interrupted, your voice shaking, “No it’s not them. I just don’t belong here. I mean, you guys are the Avengers, the world’s mightiest heroes. You guys fight bad guys and save the world, and I’m just… well, me. You deserve so much better than a Starbucks barista, Bucky. Maybe you should just go back to that girl you were flirting with at the bar.” You bit your lip and shrugged, a tear once again crawling down your cheek.

“(Y/n), stop. That girl was a medic who patched me up after I got shot on my arm on a mission,” Bucky explained, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeve. Low and behold, there was a patched up bullet wound right underneath his shoulder.

“Wow,” you said, your fingertips lightly trailing over the wound, “that must’ve hurt like a bitch.” The two of you laughed, and you looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Doll, we’ve known each other for a few months, correct?” You nodded. “And the past few weeks have been amazing. I have feelings for you, (Y/n). Even from such a short amount of time, you have grown on me in a way that no one else has. You are the light of my life, and I can’t let you go because you keep me sane. You make me smile and feel things I’ve never felt for anyone before. So, don’t overthink things, alright? You have nothing to worry about, doll,” Bucky chuckled, caressing the side of your cheek with his thumb. You smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

“Why don’t we go back to your place?” Bucky offered. “Maybe we can,” He smirked, eyebrows dancing. He expected you knew what that meant, and you did.

“Watch a horrible chick flick and laugh about how completely unrealistic it is while eating Chinese takeout?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Bucky smiled, pressing one last kiss on your lips before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking with you towards your place.

“I am so glad I met you.”

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How am I Going to Tell Him

request: “how would yoongi react when you tell him that you had an abusive boyfriend before him? one shot pretty please, thanks xx” ~Anon

genre: angst with a happy ending

pairing: yoongi x you

word count: 946

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A/N: So I tried to portray the after-effects of abuse accurately. I have never been physically abused but I know it brings on panic attacks for some people, like me. If you at all feel I inaccurately portrayed something or that anything I included was problematic, feel free to let me know. ~Admin B


The door slammed behind him. Could he possibly be gone forever? No. He was never gone for long. He’d be back in a week; maybe less, maybe more. You hauled yourself to the bathroom, turning the handle in the shower to start the water. Once it was warm enough, you plugged the drain. The reflection in the mirror caught you are. It hadn’t been the red puffy eyes, or the tear streaks down your cheeks that distracted you.

It was the bruises. And the blood.

“Never again.”

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anonymous asked:

How would RFA react to walking in on MC crying over hurtful phone messages being sent to her by an abusive ex?


  • he would immediately run over to you and beg you to tell him what’s wrong
  • when you show him he immediately flips. the. fuck. out.
  • he’s so angry that you have to grab your phone back from him before he can angrily call your ex and probably make things worse
  • from that point on he stays by your side 24/7
  • (and secretly asks seven to figure out the guys phone number so he can send him equally as hurtful messages anyway)
  • yoosung is merciless


  • he’s gentle at first, trying to comfort you and softly asks what’s wrong
  • as soon as you tell him he completely freezes
  • like he literally just shuts down he is so fucking angry
  • he’s shaking and gripping hold of you so hard he almost crushes you
  • he sings to you to calm you down and makes sure you know that he will never let anything bad happen to you
  • also calls seven and gets him to make their life hell
  • honestly, rip to your ex if they ever get within zen’s line of sight


  • when you tell her what’s wrong she doesn’t hesitate
  • girl is smart, she goes online and tracks down an online profile of the ex
  • messages their mom
  • and will then track them down and whoop their ass too
  • honestly who knew she would ever become such a ball of pure rage


  • immediately sends for extra security guards to protect you
  • gets Jaehee to figure out where your ex works and then makes sure they get fired
  • will probably also call the police and get them arrested for abuse and harassment
  • he won’t even think about it, all he wants is for you to feel safe and loved
  • that night he’ll make sure he doesn’t leave your side and he’ll watch whatever shitty movie you want to watch until you fall asleep in his arms
  • it’s the only way he’ll know for sure you’re safe
  • he’ll also probably tone down the rough sex for a while for fear of triggering you


  • he would rush over and immediately take you in his arms
  • when you tell him what’s wrong he’ll kiss you softly and pull you closer for a moment before telling you he’ll be right back
  • tracks down the ex within seconds
  • basically does what the other four would do but combined - sends them creepy and hurtful texts, messages their mom, gets them fired, gets them arrested, finds their address and whoops their ass, and then sings you to sleep so that you feel safe
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Summary: Crowley and the reader meet for the first time and are drawn to each other instantly. But not everything happens like in the fairytales, things are just bound to happen when you’re dealing with the king of hell.

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word count: 3,878 (wow)

author: jadangelofthelord

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, crowley being crowley.

A/N: This took soooooo long but i’m pretty proud with how it turned out. this fic is also dedicated to volcanic-coyote for her 22nd birthday. Happy Birthday luv!

You walked through the bunker with your nose in a lore book about ‘The hierarchy of werewolves.’ Your feet padded through the hallways, carrying you to God knows where. 

This is how you researched when you got too anxious to stay in one place. Sometimes you ended up back in your room and sometimes you ended up outside the bunker. Either way, you got the job done.

You knew almost everything about everything from the men of letters catalog. Hunting and fighting was a messy job, too messy for your taste, so you opted out to be the boys personal librarian. At least that’s what Dean called it. You preferred to see yourself as a top notch woman of letters, who could still stab you in the throat if need be. 

The brisk morning air filled your lungs as well as the rich smell of coffee, which is why you’d ended up in the kitchen. A fresh pot was waiting your arrival and you smiled wondering which of the boys had made it.

You set off through the bunker again with a steaming cup in hand, once again not paying attention to where you were going. The further you got the more you heard faint voices drifting towards you. Your auto pilot carried you towards them while your eyes scanned over the words in front of you, every so often sipping on your coffee. 

“Y/N?” Deans voice rang in your ears and you peeked over your book. You were standing between them in the 'dungeon’. In front of you stood the demon king himself. 

You’d never met him, simply because the Winchesters thought someone with your vast knowledge shouldn’t be affiliated with someone like him. But even with their warnings you couldn’t help but be drawn to the demon in front of you. Which was probably really bad….

“Well I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure to meet this gem.” Crowley said eyeing you “the names Crowley." 

"I know.” You said sipping your coffee. You wanted to shake his hand, engage with him, hell even smile! But standing next to Sam and Dean you knew better. You both stared at each other for a moment before Dean cut in.
“You can go now Crowley.” He stepped in front of you and  you rolled your eyes. Always so protective. 

Crowley looked past him at you and smirked “well I think I’d like to spend a little more time with Y/N." 

"We had a deal.” Dean growled and Crowley shifted his gaze to the taller man. They stared each other down for a minuet, having their own silent conversation before Crowley finally looked at you again. 

“I hope I can see you again love, maybe next time we can-" 

"Leave. That’s what you can do.” Sam cut him off. You tried your hardest not to glare at the younger Winchester as Crowley chuckled. You blinked and he was gone, you couldn’t deny that you felt a pang of sadness.

“So what was he doing here?” You swirled your mug a bit, turning the brown liquid into a miniature vortex. “We needed information on why his demons were burning down churches across the Bible Belt.” Dean ushered you out of the room with Sam right behind him. 

“And?” You held your book up in front of you once again and walked ahead. You hoped they wouldn’t get suspicious at your prying questions.

“And Sam and I are leaving in an hour.” Dean said jogging to catch up with you “we know where the next fire will be and we have to stop this now. Too many people have already been hurt.”

You looked at him “always the stoic hero aren’t you Dean?" 

He smirked "you know it doll." 


 Once again you were left alone in the bunker. Like you said, hunting wasn’t your thing. You didn’t mind being left alone though, but then again you didn’t always enjoy it. Just you and an empty bunker got boring really really quickly.
Which is why you were in the living room watching the conjuring at 10 o'clock at night. Maybe a horror movie would make you feel not so alone anymore, even if it was in the worst of ways. 

You watched as the mother walked into the basement alone. You shook your head and pulled your knees to your chest, squinting your eyes until you could hardly see. She turned to leave when the door slammed in her face sending her tumbling down the stairs. 

Your mouth hung open as you watched her slam her head against the stairs before finally hitting the bottom. 

She looked around quietly when suddenly a ball was thrown in front of her. "NOPE!” You said as she climbed back up the stairs. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when the lights went out. Not because it was scary but because you felt someone behind you. 

'It’s alright, it’s alright.’ You chanted in your head refusing to turn around. God this was a bad idea. The mother held a match in front of her face as a small voice whispered “Can we play hide and clap?" 

You shook your head no, waiting for the inevitable. A pair of hands instantly clapped next to your head and you screamed louder than you’d ever had. You started swinging hoping to hit whatever was behind you. 

"Easy Y/N!” A deep voice said. You stopped swinging and looked at a chuckling Crowley “well it’s nice to see you again.”

Your fear seeped into anger “what the hell is wrong with you?” You yelled standing up from the couch and turning the light on. He stood in his usual black suit and held a small wrapped box in his hand. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t as handsome as ever.

“What I can’t come see my favorite human?" 

"Not when you decide to scare her to death.” You crossed your arms “besides we’ve never spoken before today and suddenly I’m your favorite human?" 

He shrugged looking around bored "what can I say, I’m a simple King." 

"What do you want?” You said in a low tone trying to steady your heart rate. He looked at you in a way that made you shiver and licked his lips “a lot of things love, but I’ll settle on just wanting to give you this.”

He held the box to you and you stared at it before shifting your eyes to him. 

“What’s in it?”

“Open it and find out." 

"What if I don’t want to?" 

He placed his hand in his chest mockingly "that hurts darling." 

You smiled and hesitantly took the box. You observed it, turning it over in your hands.

 Looking back up you were surprised to see that Crowley was right next to you. You jumped a bit as he leaned close to your ear, his scruff brushing against your cheek & sending chills down your spine. 

"When you get tired of being alone feel free to call for me.”
And with that he was gone.

You sat on your bed contemplating what to do. You could just throw it away and pretend it never happened. 

Or you could open it and see what’s inside. You chose the latter. 

Inside was a beautiful necklace. It’s silver chain carried a deep red gem in the shape of a tear drop. A golden crown was clutched around the base of it.
You picked it up and studied it, turning it this way and that. After a while you finally set it back in its box and placed it on your bedside table. You needed sleep. 

It’s been three days since Crowley gave you the necklace. You hadn’t called on him and he was getting anxious. 

He sat on his throne watching as a demon begged for his life. He wasn’t listening though, he was thinking. Thinking about you. Had you hated him because he scared you? Did you not like the gift? 

He began to subconsciously bounce his leg. 'Of course she hates me.’ Harsh words pushed themselves into his brain 'I’m the king of hell, when have I ever even been liked?' 

His fist clenched 'Fool.' 

His eyes changed to a deep red and he focused on the demon chattering in front of him. With a slow twist of his hand the demon started coughing and sputtering. He clawed at his throat before black smoke began to push itself from his mouth. Soon nothing was left but an empty vessel. 

Crowley waved his hand and his guards drug the body away. 'Bollock-’

'Crowley.’ He heard a soft whisper of his name. 'Mm Crowley.’ No not a whisper, a moan. You were moaning his name. 

His breathing hitched as he continued to listen. 'F-Fuck.’ He heard you gasp 'My king!' 

He couldn’t help it, in seconds he was outside your bathroom door. He listened to the running water and tried to focus on the breathy gasp coming from inside the room. 

For a while he heard nothing but shower water. He leaned his head against the door when he heard you moan again, this time louder.
Light 'ah’s and groans filled his ears. He bit his lip before rubbing himself over his pants. It went on like that for another minute before he couldn’t control himself any more. 

He zapped himself outside your shower and leaned against the sink. Listening to the sinful noises you made behind the thin curtain drove him crazy. He snapped his fingers and his clothes were gone, neatly folded next to him. 

He walked to the curtain as you moaned again “Yes my king!”
He opened it and groaned at the sight. You leaned against the wall with your fingers buried deep in yourself. Your other hand massaged your breast and your mouth hung agape. Your eyes were squeezed closed and you grounded against your hand.

He almost didn’t want to stop you. Almost.

“You called?” He said. Your hand instantly stopped moving and your eyes snapped open. You opened your mouth to defend yourself when you noticed he was naked too. “May I?” He said motioning to the tub and you nodded. 

He stepped in with you and closed the curtain behind him. You moved your hands to cover your body when he stopped you “don’t." 

His hands rubbed up your arms sending shockwaves in their wake "tell me to stop and I will pet." 

You shook your head and slid your hands to cup his face "please my king.”
“Please what?” His hands went down to your hips and he pulled you flush against him. 

You moaned “make love to me." 

His lips met yours and your hands kneaded through his hair. You both engulfed each other. Hands ran over each other’s bodies as you kissed kissed kissed. 

He bit your lower lip and you moaned, allowing his tongue into your mouth. His hands slid to your thighs and he gripped them in a silent urge for you to jump. You gripped his shoulders and did so, wrapping your legs around his waist you felt his erection prod your thigh. 

He turned and so did the world until you didn’t feel the harsh spray of water anymore. Instead it was replaced by silk sheets. 

You opened your eyes and saw Crowley hovering over you. His lips were kiss swollen and his eyes were dilated. You laughed and fixed his amiss hair. 

He smiled for a second before leaning back down to kiss you again. He peppered kisses down your jaw and across your collar bone. Soon he kissed his way to your breast and took one into his mouth before sucking harshly. You arched into him and groaned loudly. His other hand kneaded the other and you ran your hands over his back and through his hair. 

Soon he switched, giving the other just as much attention before moving down your body. He kissed your belly, your hips, your thighs, you ankles and even your feet (something you’d never guess a king would do). He moved back up until he was hovering in front of where you needed him most. 

He blew a cool breath and you quivered. "Crowley." 

"I got you pet." 

He lightly kissed your clit and you ground into him. His hand pressed in your belly with just enough pressure to hold you still. Again he kissed it over and over with little to no pressure but it still sent you into euphoria. 

He licked up your folds and swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking on it lightly. You called out his name as he inserted one finger into you. He watched as you writhed under him and pushed in another digit. 

You threw your head back and gripped whatever you could. The sheets, your hair, his head all the while calling out for him. 

Then he stopped. It was all gone. You opened your eyes and he moved his body to hover over you and planted another kiss on your lips. 

"Are you ready love?” His voice was thick with arousal and you loved it.  

“Yes my king." 

He groaned at your words and snapped a condom on before slowly pushing into you. He moaned your name and you bit your lip as you stretched to his size. 

So the stories were true after all…

He filled you all the way up and kissed your neck letting you adjust to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started slowly pulling out before thrusting back into you. 

You both called out to each other in praises of moans as he thrusted in and out of you. "F-Faster Crowley." 

He looked at you with blood red eyes "are you sure?”

“Yes, please.” You moaned and he kissed you again before pulling almost all the way out and snapping back into you. 

You called out as he fucked you senseless. Not a care in the world of who would hear, for all you cared heaven could hear and you wouldn’t ask him to stop. 

“Y/N!” He moaned Into your ear. You were moaning incoherent words as you came close to your end. 

“My king I-I’m-" 

"Come for me love." 

Your nails scratched down his back and you tightened around him as you came calling out to him. He followed soon after, biting lightly into your shoulder.
For what felt like hours you laid like that. Panting and peppering light kisses against each other until he slowly pulled out of you. He discarded the condom and laid on his back before pulling you to his chest. 

You finally took in your surroundings. An almost all black master bed room was set before you. Laying on a four poster king sized bed you realized where you were. 

"Crowley am I in hell?" 

He stiffened "yes, I can move us somewhere else if you prefer?" 

You shook your head "it’s…nice.” He relaxed a bit and you leaned into him. 

“Y/N.” He said after a while of non stop silence. 


He thought about what to say. He wanted to ask if you’d wanted this and more. If you’d wanted to be his. He’d wanted to tell you his feelings and what not. But he was the king of hell, and he had a reputation to keep. 

“Nothing, go to sleep love." 

You sighed and closed your eyes, slowly drifting. 

Days went by like that. You both would wake up intertwined with each other and make love again. You’d both laugh at each other and tell each other stories about your lives. He wanted to tell you about how he felt and what he’d wanted but on fear of losing what you both had, he kept his mouth shut.
Sam and Dean checked up on you everyday. Asking if you were alright, you’d say yes. Asking for any information, you’d give it to them. Asking if you’d seen Crowley, you’d lie. 

You were honestly having the best time of your life with him. He was caring but also…..Crowley. He’d always make a snarky remark to you which you’d instantly counter, making him smile. 

God you loved his smile. The real one where he showed all of his teeth and his face lit up. You were the only person to see that smile.
You were sitting in bed in one of his shirts when your phone rang. You picked it up and answered immediately when you saw Deans face flash on the screen. 


"Where are you?” He asked in a tone you knew all too well. 

“I’m out on a run.” You said quickly hopping up from bed. Crowley saw your panicked expression and snapped his fingers so you were dressed in work out clothes. “I’ll be there in a moment bye!" 

You hung up before he could say anything and looked to Crowley. 

"That’s my queue.” You said giving him a small smile. He groaned inwardly, he really hated squirrel right now. 

“Would you mind?” You asked jabbing your thumb behind you. He didn’t want you to leave, but he didn’t want you to think of him as needy. So he shrugged and before you could even step towards him for a goodbye kiss, you were in front of the bunker. 

'What the hell?’ You thought. That was weird, even for the king of hell. You tried to shrug it off as you walked into the bunker. 

But something’s can’t leave a person. 

Six days. Six whole days since you’d last seen Crowley and you haven’t even gotten a smoke signal. It hurt you to know that you’d only been a plaything for the king. It hurt even more to tell yourself that it was just how he was.
He was the demon king after all. 

You’d contemplated throwing out the necklace but couldn’t. You just couldn’t let go of it, so what did you do? 

You wore it. 

When you first put it on the cool metal comforted you. You’d only meant to wear it for a second, just to feel it. But a second turned into minutes which turned into days. 

You rarely took it off and instead hid it under your clothes. It was an anchor for you. 

The boys noticed your change. Although you’d tried to hide it with jokes and snarky remarks, they both saw though it. Giving each other knowing looks when your silence went on too long or when you stopped wandering the bunker while researching. 

They’d tried to reach out to you but you’d pushed them away, simply telling them that it was 'that time of the month.' 

Which they still didn’t believe. 

But life went on. And now here you were, sitting in the library alone reading a book on 'Witches and Warlocks: a full encyclopedia.’ 

Your mind kept drifting from the page though, unable to focus on anything and soon you were walking. 

Your feet carried you away from the library while you read over each word thoroughly. 

'A witches familiar can range from any animal they feel most pleased with. The most common being a-' 


You looked over your book and felt a wave of De ja vu. You were standing between the brothers, in the 'dungeon’ looking directly at Crowley.

Although something was off about him. He looked the same, sort of. His eyes held a sadness that apparently only you saw, or maybe your were the only one who cared.

"Crowley.” You said in almost a whisper. 

“And now that we’re all introduced, can we get back to-”

“Let me talk to her.” Crowley said cutting the younger Winchester off “let me talk to her alone or no deal." 

Both boys looked from him to you before Dean stepped in front of you "no way in hell. I am-" 

"Dean.” You said stepping around him “I can handle this, just give us a moment.”

You looked at both boys who stared at you like you’d grown a third head.  

“Y/N.” Sam said stepping forward but you just held up your hands stopping them. 

“I got this." 

They looked at each other, then at Crowley, then at you before finally walking out and closing the door. 

You turned to the king and sighed. "What do you want?" 

"Well it’s nice to see you too.” He chuckled dryly. 

“What. Do. You. Want?”  You said again, this time punctuating every word. 

He looked at you. Really looked at you and sighed. “I’m sorry." 

"Oh wow the demon king told me he’s sorry, I must be really special then.” You hadn’t meant to come off as rude, maybe you did, but after what you’d been through he definitely deserved it. 

He sighed and stepped towards you, only to have you step backward. 

“Y/N, please hear me out.” He said. You nodded after a moment and he sighed “As a king I have certain standards I must hold, certain reputations. And neither of those include me having……feelings.” He said the word with slight distaste. 

“But trust me when I say that when I was with you I felt everything. I never wanted it to end, but I didn’t want you to think of me as-" 

"Human?” You cut in. He looked at you and you could tell that he was trying his best here. “Crowley what do you want?" 

He looked away and you sighed "what do you want?" 

"I want you.” He said proudly. 

You wanted to be mad at him, to hate him with every fiber of your being. But you found yourself dropping your book and kissing him instead. And kissed him. And kissed him. 

You pulled away for air after a while and he rested his forehead on yours “that sounded oddly like the notebook, love.”

You chuckled “it worked on you didn’t it?" 

He leaned down and kissed you again and smiled against your lips. 

"Alright time-WHAT THE HELL?" 

You turned around to a very red faced Dean and a wide eyed Sam. 

"Hello boys, did I forget to mention that we eloped?” Crowley said smirking. 

“WHAT?” Both men said at the same time and you rolled your eyes. “No we didn’t, we had sex yes. But we didn’t elope." 

That didn’t make it any better. 

After about an hour of explaining you and Crowley’s new relationship to the boys, they calmed down. 

At first they wanted to kill Crowley. Then they wanted to kill him even more, and now they wanted to kill him a little less. 

After a while you retired to your room. You sat on his lap kissing him like you both couldn’t get enough of each other. His hand slid to rest in the back of your neck when he felt it, the chain of your necklace. 

He pulled away and pulled it from under your shirt. He smiled smugly "you kept this?" 

"Would you rather me throw it away?” You said cocking your eyebrow.  

“Not at all love.” He kissed your neck “not at all.”

You leaned into his touch and smiled “and don’t think I forgot about that little scare you did." 

He pulled you closer to him "wouldn’t dream of it.”

I Want This

Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 1,452
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Light cussing.    
Request: (Anonymous) Could you do a Mark fic where he takes the reader on a date to a drive in movie theater? Maybe mentions he’s gonna be leaving a TV show him and the reader work on, and then later on back at his place she says she’ll leave with him then fluff/smut?

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Home for the Holidays (Bucky x Reader)

Author’s Note: Here’s the (second) to last Christmas fic! I honestly don’t think the other will be online tonight, and if it is, it’ll be really late. I hope you guys enjoy this and have a very Merry Christmas! And if you don’t celebrate the holiday, I wish you a happy holiday!

Summary: You think you’re alone in the tower for Christmas, but it turns out Bucky’s there too. The next morning, Christmas morning, you find that he has a special gift for you.

Other Characters: The Avengers (even if they’re not all specifically mentioned, they’re all there :) )

Warnings: Crying, feeling of loneliness, and fluff

Word Count: 1K+

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Getting To Know You

Single!Jensen X Reader

Originally posted by halseyninmavisaci

A/N: Chapter 2 in the Where I Belong series! Spending a little quality time with J2M in this chapter. For the purpose of this fic, Jensen is divorced from Danneel (but the reader doesn’t know that, yet). No hate towards her, she’s an amazing woman with a wonderful family. <3 :) I appreciate any and all feedback on all of my fics and imagines! With love, Kat.

Chapter 1 - Where I Belong

Warnings: language, drinking

Words: 4.5k-ish (this chapter got loong haha oh well)

Y/N” Eric said, turning around “we need to talk about your job status.”

Shit. Here it comes. You were going to get fired.

Thoughts were running through your head at a mile a minute. The time between when you nodded at your boss and when he finally spoke felt like hours. Your world was beginning to spin and there was a lump forming in your throat, the dryness in your mouth was akin to the Sahara desert. You could feel the tears collecting in your eyes, ready to fall at any second. You blinked a few times, the tears mixing with your mascara and eyeliner and stinging your eyes. You looked past Eric to see Jensen looking at you. His face read sadness and sympathy all over it. He knew what was coming too. You had only been on set for a day and you already felt such a connection with these people, leaving was going to kill you.

“Y/N” Eric said, snapping you from your spiral into an anxiety attack.

“Y-yes?” you squeaked out, saying as little as possible so your voice didn’t reveal your heartache.

“Well, suffice to say you’re no longer my PA.” How could be be so candid about this? You got fired after about eight hours of work. He probably had to do this sort of thing a lot, you thought. You almost let the tears start rolling down your face, but as you turned to walk away Eric grabbed your arm.

“Hold on, you’re not done here. You’re no longer my PA, but seeing as the other writers and producers loved the idea and the director was simply over the moon for the new direction, you’re being promoted.”

“I-I’m what?” you stuttered out in disbelief. This had to be a dream or a sick joke, your head was still spinning. You’d worked as a PA on most of the movies and shows you had the opportunity to work with. You had only gotten an assistant to the producer position on one movie where you’d worked as the director’s PA for over three years. That was short-lived because as the movie ended, so did your job. You never had any luck in this life and that surely wasn’t going to change now… Right?

“You heard me. We’re promoting you. Seeing as you were an assistant to the producer on a pretty large movie recently, we’ve decided that since the associate producer position has just opened up with Kristin leaving in a week or so, that you’ll take her position. You have a clear eye for direction and the feeling of a scene, as well as how to really tug on the fans’ heart strings. That is a talent that is usually natural, not taught. You have a gift, Y/N. Not to mention that you had the balls to tell your already annoyed boss a direction that completely changed the dynamic of a pivotal scene.”

“Holy fucking shit, no way!” you yelled, pulling Eric into a hug, “Fuck, sorry Eric. Also sorry for all my cussing, I’ve been told I curse like a sailor but it just kinda comes out. I can’t really help it, it’s just how I express my emotions” you rambled, toying with the hem of Jensen’s shirt that you were wearing.

“It’s no problem, Y/N. And neither is the cussing. You should hear Mark or Misha talk, they’d put you to shame” he chuckled, patting you on the shoulder. The tears built up in your eyes began flowing now, but not out of anguish. No, now the tears were out of pure, unadulterated joy.

“How about you take a break for an hour or so while we set up the next few scenes and then you can shadow the other associate producer for the rest of the day?” Eric said, smiling at you.

“Sounds good, Eric! Thank you so much, seriously. I know this wouldn’t have happened if not for you” you beamed at him, turning to walk away to go tell any of the boys that had seemed to already take a liking to you about your new position.

“Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you turned around on your heel to face him.

“Is that Jensen’s shirt?” he smirked.

“Yeah” you blushed “he lent it to me when I spilled coffee all over the both of us this morning” you laughed. Eric let out an ‘ahhh’ in realization and laughed. You turned back to where you were going and couldn’t really decide who to go tell, so you happily half-jogged your way to Jensen’s trailer.

“Jens??” you knocked loud enough so he would hear you, but not too loud in case he was napping or something. You heard some shuffling and then the soft click of the door being unlatched.

“Hey, Y/N. Come on in. You alright?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted together and his face full of concern. He gestured for you to walk in. You walked up the few steep steps into the trailer and saw Misha and Jared sitting on the large, grey couch in Jensen’s trailer.

“Hey guys!” you cheered, giving Misha a quick hug before moving back to lean against the counter across from the couch.

“You seem cheery, Y/N” Jared observed, “I’m guessing you didn’t get fired.”

“Jared!” Jensen scolded, glaring at him with his arms crossed firm over his chest.

“It’s okay, Jensen” you laughed “No, I didn’t get fired,” you took a long pause for dramatic effect. “I got promoted!” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement.

“What? That’s great!” Jensen said as his green eyes flashed with happiness, wrapping his big arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. His hands splayed across the small of your back and you let your arms wrap around his neck and squeezed lightly before letting go and pulling back. You turned to face Jared and Misha and they had… interesting expressions on their faces as they were glancing back and forth between one another and you and Jensen. They were almost smug. What the hell could those faces be about? You wondered.

“So what did you get promoted to?” Jared asked, getting up off the couch to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge.

“Associate producer” you let your smile grow even wider while the three boys’ mouths hung open in shock.

“That’s great, Y/N!” Jared said, setting his water on the counter and pulling you into a hug and lifting you off the ground because of his height.

“Umm, Jared” you said, waiting for him to put you back down.


You simply wiggled your feet in response as they hung in the air and he laughed and put you down, mouthing a ‘sorry’ and sitting back down on the couch with his water bottle in hand.

“It’s okay, moose. I forgive you” laughing at his on-screen nickname.

“Guess you’re pretty much a permanent part of the family then, aren’t ya?” Misha chuckled, glancing between you and Jensen briefly. What the hell was up with these weird glances and facial expressions? It was really starting to pique your curiosity.

“I hope so. I’ve been here for barely a day and I already feel connected to you guys, is that strange?” you asked, hoping you hadn’t sounded weird in front of three of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen.

“Nah, that’s not strange at all. You fit right in here. Your personality, positivity, and boldness are what meld you so well with us. I think I speak for all three of us when I say we’re happy you’re a part of this family now and we feel an easy connection with you too” Jensen said, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance and being casual as all hell as if he hadn’t just given you the best complement of your entire life. You looked to Jared and Misha who were nodding and smiling in agreement.

“Thanks guys! I have to get back to set now, I’m shadowing Kristin for the rest of the day” you beamed, flouncing your way out of the trailer. You were on cloud nine and nothing was going to damper your spirit today or anymore. You decided on that walk from his trailer to set, that you were going to bring your positivity to the table every day. If not for your benefit, but for others’ benefit too. It always helped to have someone to lift you up if you were ever feeling down, with this newfound confidence, who says you can’t be that person to someone else?

“Kristin? I’m Y/N” you greeted the associate producer, extending a hand.

“Ahh, Y/N. Nice to meet you. You’re going to be taking my position, I hear” she smiled, rearranging a few things on the prop table so they were back in their proper spots. Once she was satisfied with the layout, she took your hand and shook it, her hazel eyes sparkling.

“That’s correct.” she was extremely pleasant and appeared to be well respected by her fellow colleagues. You hoped you commanded the same respect when you took over her position.

You and Kristin were setting up a few things on set, helping out the crew and reading the script for the next scenes that were going to be filmed and sitting in the chair next to Kristin. You glanced to the back, curious at which chair you were in. You laughed a little when the back of the chair said ‘Dean Winchester’.

“They’ll be bringing you your own chair with your name and title on it in a few days, for now you can borrow Jensen’s” she smiled, handing you a bottle of water as she sat down in her own chair. One of the crew members was calling Jared, Jensen, and Misha to set so while they were on their way, you and Kristin simply chatted and got to know one another.

“Just go for it man” you heard in the distance behind you and you turned to see Misha and Jared nudging Jensen forward. Upon seeing you turn around Jensen looked down and whispered a quick ‘shut up’ before turning and going to get on his mark on set. You heard the director yell ‘quiet on set!’ followed by a nice, loud ‘Action!’ and the scene commenced.

“Sammy, I told you not to go in there on your own! You went and got yourself hurt. You could’ve died!” Dean yelled, sorrow evident on his face from even mentioning his brother’s death. They couldn’t live without one another. Even the thought of one of them losing the other could be detrimental, as it made their focus blur, distracting them and wearing on their defenses.

“I thought it was going to be fine, Dean! I had no idea there was another ghoul in that house!” Sam yelled, then winced at his bruised ribs and the fact that he looked like he got rammed into by a truck a few times. He was bloodied from his face down to his hip on his right side, a large gash in a loose ‘c’ shape was swept from his eyebrow down under his cheekbone.

“Where the hell is Cas?!” Dean asked gruffly. Standing abruptly and pacing the dingy motel room, waiting for the aforementioned angel to appear.

“Dean! I’m here!” Misha yelled in his highest pitched voice possible as he popped up from behind the bed with a jovial expression, causing both Jensen and Jared to bust out laughing.

“Cut!” the director yelled, “Get your giggles out now guys, we’ve got a long day of shooting ahead of us.”

They rolled through the scene a few more times, getting all the angles. You and Kristin looked over the shots with the director and writers, making sure you had everything you needed to edit together a good scene.

“So what do you think, Y/N?” Kristin asked, sipping her water and gesturing to the screen the two of you were looking through shots on.

“I think we got pretty much everything. I don’t really have anything to add, all of those scenes were pretty cut and dry” you laughed.

“Yeah, sometimes the guys just do our jobs for us” she chuckled, “They all know what they’re doing and don’t need too much direction when it comes to the typical scenes, but you gotta reel them in when they goof off too much. The gag reels can only be so long” she chuckled once more as she gave the thumbs up to the director and the two of you returned to your chairs.

“Alright, that’s a wrap everyone!” the director yelled out after a few more hours of shooting, signaling that you were done for the day. You and Kristin put a few things away and gathered your notebooks and scripts.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N! Bright and early!” she smiled, waving to you as she walked towards the gate that lead to the parking lot. You could definitely get used to this. You decided to head over to Jensen’s trailer to grab your flannel so you could attempt to get the coffee stain out when you did laundry tonight. As you walked up to the large, white trailer, you heard muffled voices from inside. You almost walked away and decided not to bother him, but instead of eavesdropping while you were making your decision, you decided to wrap your knuckles on the door. You heard some shuffling and then Jensen’s voice rang out.

“Who is it?”

“Jensen, it’s me. Y/N. I was just coming to grab my flannel” you said, considering once more just leaving him to whoever was in his trailer.

“Oh, yeah. Come on in” you heard him say as the door clicked and he swung it open, revealing him and a gorgeous brunette woman inside. It was Danneel.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you guys. If you could just hand me my shirt” you said, pointing to your red flannel, still folded up on the counter next to Jensen. You felt a little guilty for bothering the couple, you were sure they didn’t have much time alone without JJ because they both had such busy lives. You were staring at the ground and shuffling your feet a little, feeling quite awkward. Heat began to rise in your cheeks as you realized that you came face-to-face with Danneel for the first time while wearing Jensen’s shirt. You held a finger up and opened your mouth to explain yourself, but were swiftly interrupted.

“That’s okay, I was just leaving” Danneel said, squeezing past you and Jensen. What the hell? You thought. Confusion was written all over your face and you were only snapped from it when Jensen waved for you to come up the stairs and enter his trailer. Suddenly you noticed Jensen wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. He must’ve not put it back on after filming. The voice in your head was justifying every single inconsistency that was pointing out that the man in front of you might be single. You cursed yourself for letting your thoughts wander to a place where Jensen was divorced.

“So uh, I’ll just wash your shirt and give it back to you tomorrow” you smiled, fiddling with the buttons of your flannel where it was still positioned on the counter.

“You’re leaving already?” Jensen asked, letting a slight pout form on his face. His gorgeous lips were something you had to physically stop yourself from staring at.

“Yeah, director called a wrap so I figured I’d just go home. There’s not much else for me to do except go over some scripts for tomorrow and make notes. I figured I’d just do that over a six pack and some movies” you chuckled, thinking about how your bathtub was calling your name and how you’d get your work done after you’d thoroughly relaxed and soaked yourself in the tub.

“Well, Jar, Misha, Mark, Rob, and myself were going to go out for some drinks. Would you like to come with us?” he smiled, grabbing a dark grey jacket and slipping it on.

“You know what? Fuck it, I’ll go. Might as well get to know you guys better” you grinned, “I’ll be designated driver for anyone who wants to get drunk, I gotta get home and I don’t drink and drive in Lucy.”

“I’m gonna assume Lucy is your car” he chuckled, “Me, Misha and Jared will ride with you.”

“Oh god, Team Free Will is going to get drunk and I have to drive you guys home” you laughed.

“Hell yeah, sweetheart” he smirked, winking at you before leading you out of his trailer.

You got to your car and you heard Jensen let out a low whistle. He looked over your car, a smile stretching over his face.

“She’s gorgeous. 1969?” he purred, letting his hand run over the cool metal of your sleek black car.

“Yeah, you’ve got a good eye” you smiled, admiring the car that you doted over every chance you got.

“It’s nice to see a woman who has an appreciation for a good car. She’s beautiful” he said, his green eyes glinting under the light from the street lamps and still glued to the lines of your car.

“An appreciation that I inherited from my dad. He’s the one who got me this car after he and I rebuilt his 1965 Thunderbird together” you smiled. You loved having fond memories of your dad, you missed that man with all your heart. The car was your connection to him, your way of being with him even though he was gone. So every time you worked on it, you felt like he was right by your side.

“You and Dean have a lot in common” Jensen teased and you snorted.

“Jokes aside, that’s one of my favorite ways I’ve ever related to a character. That part of Dean really hit home with me” you said, pulling open the driver’s side door and sliding into the car. You saw Misha and Jared in the distance laughing and walking their way to your car. You waved to them through the window and saw Jensen wave too before he opened the passenger’s door and got in.

“Damn! Nice car, Y/N!” Misha exclaimed, sliding into the back seat. You laughed and responded with a ‘thanks’ as Jared said something almost identical to Misha as he slid in the other side.

The drive to the bar wasn’t too long, but the boys kept you entertained the whole ride there. They told stories about random pranks they pulled on one another on set and some of the crazy hijinks they’d gotten into together. Once the three of you got out of the car and walked into the bar, Mark and Rob were already there.

“Hey guys! Way to start without us!” Jared chuckled, tossing an arm lazily over your shoulders as you walked beside him, “This is Y/N. She’s taking Kristin’s spot as associate producer.”

“Hello Y/N” Mark said, his English accent was smooth like butter as he kissed your knuckles.

“Hey Y/N! Welcome to the Supernatural family!” Rob said with excitement evident in his voice, pulling you into a brief hug. You were happy to finally be around people your size. Jared and Jensen were like human trees and even Misha was tall. You felt like a midget standing around them. You took your seat at the table between Jensen and Rob and you barely noticed when a few minutes later, Jensen’s arm was slung across the back of your chair.

The laughing and conversation continued for hours and the boys were through about four rounds of drinks by the time to conversation turned to you.

“So, Y/N. Sam or Dean?” Jared asked, trying to hold a straight face but shortly bursting into laughter. He was such a fun drunk, he was all giggles and jokes. Basically just normal Jared but a little bit more giggly and with less of a filter.

“Okay, well I’ll be honest. Towards the beginning of the show I was a total Sam girl. I immediately fell for his shaggy brown hair and those big hazel eyes” you giggled, looking dreamily at Jared and laughing, “but after like season four or five, I turned into a Dean girl. That rough hunter exterior and those glowing green eyes. The way he loved so hard and so deep for the people that mean something to him. Oh, and don’t even get me started on Demon Dean” you laughed, letting all of this flow out of you because you were sure none of them would remember it tomorrow.

“Well that settles it then” Jensen said, shifting in his chair as his arm moved from the back of your chair to your shoulders, “she likes me more Sammy. I mean Jared” everyone laughed at his fake slip-up, but Misha was the one who noticed his arm around you and he raised an eyebrow and smirked. You simply mouthed ‘I don’t know’ and shrugged your shoulders. You had heard that Jensen was a touchy drunk, but the way his fingers were tracing light circles on your exposed shoulder was curious. You nestled yourself closer to Jensen, enjoying the weight of his arm over your shoulders. You were right about his initial magnetism when you met him, but he was drunk and a little extra friendly. It was no big deal. You and Jensen got caught up in your own little conversation, tossing back and forth a few compliments about his acting and your apparent natural gift for film production. You were so consumed in the conversation that you failed to noticed Jensen had shifted to almost face you, his arm still slung around your shoulders. The other thing you failed to notice was how close your faces got while you were talking, you were leaning into one another.

“Alright quit your flirting and join us back here in reality!” Misha’s voice snapped you and Jensen from your little bubble.

“We were not flirting. Flirting and complements are two different things” you said quickly, a blush rising in your cheeks.

“Yes, dear, that they are. It just so happens you and Jay here were doing both” Mark laughed, clinking his glass with Rob before downing his whiskey.

“It’s okay sweetheart, they’re just jealous” Jensen said in his gruffest Dean voice.

“Jensen quit trying to use your Dean voice on girls when you get drunk” Jared chuckled and hiccuped, causing Jensen to laugh and kiss you on the temple. Your heart stopped in that moment. His arm around the back of your chair was one thing, his arm around your shoulders was a little bit more, but kissing you on the head? This was a whole new area of touchiness that you weren’t expecting from him. You decided just to brush it off as Jensen being drunk and handsy. However, you couldn’t lie that his lips felt like fire on your skin and sent a jolt of electricity down your spine that you hadn’t felt before when someone kissed you. In order to calm yourself a little and avoid any more teasing from the guys you politely as possible half shrugged yourself out from Jensen’s grip and leaned back in your chair. He looked into your eyes, an unsaid question lingering between the two of you. Instead of answering, you gave him a closed lip smile and delved back into conversation with Misha and Jared, laughing about how chaotic your first day was.

“Alright lads, I think it’s time we went home” you said, stretching and scooting back in your seat, hopping off the high bar chair. You hugged Mark and Rob goodbye, making sure Jensen, Misha, and Jared were on their way out the door as something caught your eye on the table. Shit, Jensen left his phone. You grabbed it as it lit up, it was Danneel. Your eyes couldn’t look away from the message on the screen no matter how hard you tried not to read it.

From Danneel: You have JJ again this weekend. My house is being painted and it’ll just be better if she stays at your place for another weekend.

You couldn’t help but think it was strange the way the message was worded. Why would she be saying this stuff if her and Jay were still married? Unless they got divorced and kept it quiet. You shook yourself from your thoughts and went to join the boys in your car. When you slid in the driver’s seat, you landed on something that wasn’t your leather seat. You were sitting in Jensen’s lap. The three boys absolutely lost it when they saw your shocked face, Misha and Jared were bent over in the back seat, laughing so hard they could barely breathe and Jensen was chuckling deeply beneath you.

“Jay, get in your own seat!” you laughed as you pushed him across the bench seat over to the passenger’s side, “by the way you left your phone on the table” you said, handing him his phone as he thanked you, slurring a little.

“Are you guys conscious enough to direct me to your houses?” you laughed, looking in the rearview mirror at Jared and Misha. The guys nodded and giggled, enjoying themselves way too much. You drove to Jared’s house, pulling up at the front and waiting until he stumbled his way up the sidewalk and fumbled with his keys until he finally unlocked the door. He turned around and waved to you before he shut the door. Next up was Misha, his house wasn’t that far. His pattern was quite the same as Jared’s. He stumbled up to the front door, dropping his keys once before struggling to get the key into the lock. He did a little happy dance after successfully unlocking the door and waved to you, mouthing that he’d see you tomorrow. You looked over to ask Jensen which way his house was and he was asleep. Laughing to yourself, you shook his shoulder.

“Jensen. Jensen, wake up” you said, still shaking his shoulder.

“Mmmm. Oh, sorry Y/N. I guess I dozed off. You gotta make a right at the light up there to go towards my house” he said, trying to pull himself awake but his voice was still thick with sleep, something that you couldn’t deny was sexy as hell. He finished directing you towards his house and once you were parked out front he turned and smiled at you.

“Thanks for coming out with us, Y/N. And thanks for driving” he said, pulling you into a hug. You let yourself relax into his arms, your arms wrapping around his strong, broad back. You could feel the muscles moving under your fingertips even through the thick fabric of his jacket.

“Do you… Do you uh, wanna come inside for another drink? I was gonna order some chinese, I’m starving” he smirked, leaning back against the inside of the door, still seated.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb JJ or Danneel” you muttered, almost too low for him to hear.

“Oh, uh hah” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, “I uh, I actually live by myself. Danneel and I are divorced and we have joint custody of JJ.”

“Oh” you breathed out, you smiled when you felt Jensen’s hand on your knee.

“So, you wanna come in? Chinese and more beer, my treat” he chuckled, pointing a thumb back towards his house.

“Yeah, that sounds nice, Jensen. I’d love to.”

With that, the two of you got out of the car and walked up towards the front door of his large, tan house. The whole way up to the house he had his arm slung over your shoulders and was leaning some of his weight on you, mostly to stabilize himself because he was still kind of drunk. You couldn’t help your mind from wandering.

God he smells good. His stubble is adorable. That dopey smile on his face is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Luckily you didn’t have to feel bad about your thoughts anymore.

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Exo as Aesthetics

Hey everyone, it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. I’m going to try to start being more active since my life has gotten back on track. Feel free to send in requests. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!

-Admin Sarang

Suho: Hand painted teacups, the feeling of lace on your skin, silk bed sheets, meeting up with old friends, hot showers, the sun glistening on a lake, house plants, skylines.

Xiumin: Holding hands for the first time, surprise parties, smiling until your cheeks hurt, piggyback rides, knitted sweaters, chocolate dipped strawberries, falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, full moons.

D.O: Cooking with your family, autumn leaves crunching under your feet, doing a Canon ball into the pool, books scattered around the house, quick glances, fluffy blankets, a clean home, clothes fresh from the dryer.

Kai: Dancing with someone you love, the feeling of puppies licking you, warm coats, bear hugs, visiting your home town, cuddling during horror movies, ordering takeout.

Chanyeol: Giggling at stupid jokes, forehead kisses, listening to music too loud, staring out the car window, finding shapes in clouds, oversized jackets, sweet perfumes, freshly baked cookies.

Baekhyun: Flower crowns, watching the sunrise, melting ice cream, shy smiles, old movies, confessing secrets to your close friends, trees growing leaves in the spring, winking from across the room.

Lay: Colorful ties, fidgeting with your fingers, blushing cheeks, freshly brewed tea, playing the piano, shooting stars, breakfast in bed on Saturday morning, dew on flower petals.

Sehun: Walking through a snowy forest, beanies, water balloon fights, leather jackets, falling asleep on the couch, city lights at night, the feeling of rain hitting your face, sticking your hand out of the car window.

Chen: Movie marathons, the feeling of an arm resting on your shoulder, confident smiles, lip biting, whispering at 4 am, making eye contact from across the room, loose sweatpants, seeing your breath in cold weather.

I think Calum is one of those person that if he ever feels nostalgic or is sad because the whole band and fans thing is getting too much again and he misses his mum or Mali but can’t reach them, he would lay on his bed and curl himself into a small ball to feel like a child again, to remember the day he could just go out and be alone instead of hiding in his room. He would think about his whole life and smile at old memories but still be sad. And if you would enter the room and see him hiding under the blanket, hugging himself, you would instantly know what would be going on and what to do. You would put on his favourite movie, make the boys come over for a goofy day and leave them to it or you would go and lay down with him, whisper sweet nothings into his ear or old stories while his favourite music from his childhood would be playing in the background.

Scary movie

Originally posted by the-rap-man

2. “They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”

Thank you, dear anon! I was secretly hoping for anyone to request number 2 of the thread starters kink challenge! I hope you’ll like this smut!
And oh hey, look. I’m in the gif, too! *points at the trashbag in the background*

Character(s): J-Hope (BTS) & reader
Word Count: 1.170
Genre: Smut

You were hanging out with the boys this weekend. Since Bangtan finally had some time off, they decided to do a movie night, and being Hoseok’s girlfriend, you were invited, too. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, and you were getting along great with the other members, too. Hobi was your ball of sunshine. His smile lit up your world and his energy helped you to keep going.

The eight of you had turned on the movie, the smell of popcorn filling the room. The boys fought over who got to sit on the chair. You and Hoseok already took the couch for yourselves, leaving the others no choice but to sit on the floor. You heard the popcorn crunch as a scary scene came on the screen. Since you didn’t really like bloody scenes and stuff like that, you were crawled up to a ball under a blanket, feeling save in Hobi’s arms. You wore one of his hoodies, since you had been staying over at their house for a few days. It was a bit too big for you, but you didn’t care. You crawled deeper into Hoseok’s lap, the collar of his hoodie pulled up to your eyes, scared to watch the what happened on the screen. You could smell the sweet familiar scent of Hobi’s perfume on the fabric and it made you feel protected. Hoseok was pretty focused on the movie, but when he felt you shift, he pulled you closer into his arms, sliding his hands under the sweater to stroke your stomach in comfort. His hands were warm as you felt his fingertips dance on your skin. You let out a satisfied sigh as Hobi quickly pecked the back of your head.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. You nodded. “I’m fine, just keep watching”, you answered, faking a smile. It almost seemed like Hobi knew you were lying, ‘cause he tightened his grip around your waist as he kissed your cheek to calm you down. “I can tell you’re not, (Y/N)”, he whispered back, his warm breath lingering against your ear. His voice sent shivers down your spine. You tried to push his hands away, but he held you tighter. “Would you just watch the movie? I tell you I’m fine”, you whispered to him, making sure nobody else notices. He glanced at you with a smug expression on his face, his fingertips trailing down your stomach towards the waistband of your sweatpants. Your eyes widened. What the hell is he doing! You think in slight shock. “Since I’m already distracted from the movie, let’s have a little fun of our own, shall we?” He whispered in your ear as his fingers slid underneath your waistband. “With the others around? Are you crazy?” You whispered back at him, checking to see if anyone heard your conversation. Hoseok looked at the other boys, who were all still fully focused on the movie. Only the sound of crunching popcorn and light smacking broke the silence, as the six members watched the movie in silence. “They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice”, he whispered as his hand reached underneath your panties.
You gasped at the feeling of his warm fingertips on your skin. He spread your legs to get more access as you felt his breath on your neck. “You have to be really quiet now, baby girl”, Hoseok whispered teasingly as he slowly ran his thumb over your clit. You sucked in a puff of air, trying to muffle a moan that almost escaped as he began to draw circles on your clit. You threw your head back and Hoseok took it as an opportunity to kiss your neck. His thumb added pressure as he sped up his pace, rubbing circles onto the sensitive nub. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip as Hobi gently nibbled on your earlobe. You started to get wetter under his touch and your moans were getting harder to hold in. The fact that you could get caught any moment, made your all the more aroused. You felt your blood pumping through your veins as your heartbeat sped up, your face turning red.

You muffled another moan, the warm feeling in your stomach growing bigger. You felt Hoseok smirk against your skin that had turned red by now from all the sucking and biting. His fingertips ran over your slit, stopping at your entrance before entering you. You bit your lip even harder, swearing that you could almost feel it chapping under your teeth. His slender fingers pumped into you with steady pace, making your breath turn ragged. Your chest heaved as you tried your best to keep quiet. Your head rested against his chest and your nails dug into his thigh. You were scared to death to even breath louder than normal, afraid any of the boys would caught onto what the two of you were doing. But the other -horny- side of you wanted to release under his touch. Your juices dripping down his digits, just to see him lap them off afterwards. You wanted to feel that tingling sensation of your orgasm, spreading over your body, making you tremble heavily.

You bucked your hips against his fingers, your breath heavier than before. “You’re so hot right now, baby”, you heard Hoseok whisper in your ear. He smirked as he curled his fingers inside of you, slamming even harder into you. Your hips followed his movements, meeting up with his fingers. Hoseok started to hit your sweet spot, making you see stars on the ceiling. You were close, and he knew. His pace remained steady as he finger fucked you, using his other hand to stimulate your clit. You reached for your mouth, as you did your best to muffle your moans. You almost felt like bursting, feeling how your legs began to shake, the pool of arousal growing bigger. Your clit began to ache and the orgasm took over your body, making you collapse into his arms as Hoseok helped you ride out your high.

You heard one of the boys shift, making you sit up in shock. Hoseok quickly wiped away your sweat as you tried to look casual. The credits rolled down the screen and Taehyung got up to get another DVD. “Who’s up for part two?” he said, smiling. The others responded with enthusiasm and the second movie started playing. Hoseok got up. “Then (Y/N) and I should get more popcorn”, he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you aside. You lifted yourself off the coach following, but when the two of you passed the kitchen, you stopped. “Wait, I thought we got more popcorn?” You questioned him. Hoseok looked at you with a smug expression. “That was just an excuse to get us out of there. I’m up for a part two, too”, he winked. You chuckled and playfully hit him as the two of you made your way towards the bedroom.

Walking on Luke cheating on you (Part Five)

A/N: HERE IS PART FIVE WEEEWW ((so so so so so sorry for the wait)) enjoy my lil jelly beans c: xx

Luke stood up behind the door and he started stuttering “Oh- humm- I errmm I’m sorry I’ll just- I’ll just leave” and he closed the door leaving the room. Calum and I stood in silence for a while thinking on what to do “I don’t know what to do” I said in a low voice “Now he definetly hates me” he said placing his hands on his face “No he doesn’t” I said sitting beside him patting his back “you should go and talk to him, and explained what happened” his cheeks were pink, almost red “What do you want me to explain Y/N? That I kissed you because I am in love you?” he said raising his voice. I didn’t know how to react how was I supposed to react? how was I supposed to feel? what was I supposed to say? I wasn’t completely sure if the feels I had for Calum were back, but I was sure that his feelings were back. “You, you love me?” I said stuttering “I humm… I kinda do love you” he said looking at me, we stood in silence for a while until he spoke “but I know you don’t want anything right now and I respect that and I-” I cut him off “Cal calm down” I said placing my hand on his back “I love you too, but you know that I don’t want to be in a relationship, not for a while” he understood that, he nodded and gave me a long kiss on my forehead before hugging me. “Can you please talk to him now?” I said looking at him, he lowered his head and nodded “okay” then he stood up and went to the living room were Luke was.

*Calum’s P.O.V*

After talking with Y/N I decided that I had to talk with Luke and fix the ‘problem’ we had. When I went downstairs I saw Luke laying on the couch pretending to sleep, he always does that when he doesn’t want to talk. “Hey Luke” he said nothing “can we talk?” nothing “Luke c'mon I know you, you are not sleeping” and with that he turned around opening his eyes “what do you want?” “I want to talk with you” “then, talk” he said smirking, he didn’t wanted to talk “Luke, this is serious” he sat correctly and I sat beside him, I started talking “Are you okay?” “Yeah” he said and we stood in silence for a while “Are you and Y/N something?” he asked looking at me with a serious face “No” “Then why did you-” I cut him off “It meant nothing, I am sorry” we stayed in silence for a while “Can everything just, go back like it used to be?” I asked breaking the silence “I don’t know, can we?” “Luke, stop being like that, I am serious, I just want everything to be normal again, how it used to be” “Me too but, it’s just too hard Calum”  he said placing his hands on his face “I just, I still have feelings for Y/N but she wants to be friends and if she is happy if we stay friends then, we will be just friends” he said trying to cover his face, I came closer to him, hugging him “It’s okay man, I’m here” I said patting his back “I’m sorry Calum” “Why?” “I’ve been an asshole to you and I am sorry, you are my brother and you don’t deserve that” “It’s okay man, don’t worry”  we broke the hug and we sat down “Everything okay now?” I nodded with a smirk  "Everything okay" “Do you mind if I tell the boys to come over?” “Nah, it’s okay, I’ll be upstairs” when I stood up and left, I felt that Luke was staring at me, the situation was still awkward but we pretended that it was okay. I went upstairs with Y/N and I found her laying in bed, I told her that everything was okay now. “I talked with him, he wants everything to be normal again and it will be now” I said, when she heard my voice, she quickly sat on the bed with a little smile on her face “Really? what did you said? what did he said?” “Well we both want everything to be normal again and everything is okay now, we’re not mad or anything, the situation is a bit awkward but everything is gonna be okay” I said smiling and sitting beside her “Oh thank god everything is okay now, thank you so much Calum” she said giving me kiss on my cheek and a big hug “No, thank you” I said laughing “You are the one that made me talk to Luke and now everything is okay” I said with a big smile and she gave me a tight hug “I love you” she said with a low and happy tone. I love you. Those three words could mean a lot of things, I didn’t know which meaning she was referring to. “I love you too” I said in a low tone with a smile fading, and I know which meaning I was referring to.

We stayed hugging in silence for a while until I broke the hug and the silence, “Oh by the way, Luke said he would tell the boys to come over” I could see a lot of feelings on her eyes she was lost, confused. I know how she was feeling, all she needed was time to think and to clear everything. I understand that she doesn’t want to be in a relationship for  a while, and it kills me because all I want is to be with her. I want her to be mine, I want to kiss her, I want to hug her, I want to go out with her. But we all want something that sometimes we can’t have.

*Y/N’s P.O.V*

When the boys arrived, we were all downstairs in the living room. We were throwing a ball while we were all talking, I felt a bit awkward because I could feel that Luke was staring at me sometimes and I saw that Calum was feeling down I don’t know why. When I catched Luke staring I smiled at him and he gave me a smirk, then he focused his attention on the ball. I was beside Ashton and Calum, when I turned to see Calum he was staring at Luke with a serious face. I was thinking about a lot of stuff, Calum said everything will be normal now, yes he told me it could be awkward but I wasn’t expecting the situation to be this awkward. “Hey” Ashton said in a low voice “Y/N are you okay?” I could feel that Luke was staring again “Yeah” I said faking a smile and looking down “I’m just a little sleepy and distracted” “Are you sure?” Ashton knows when someone is lying, specially me “Yeah” I said smiling trying to cover the lie, he catched the ball and throw it to Michael “We’ll talk about it in a while” he said in a low tone, I simply nodded looking down. I knew I couldn’t get out of this one. All the boys know that Luke and I broke up and they took it well, better than us. After playing with the ball and talking about boring topics we decided to order pizza and watch movies. I sat down beside Ashton and Calum sat beside me “Do you want to talk now or after the movie?” Ashton said in a low tone so I could only hear him “After” I whispered, he nodded and placed his hand on my knee. When the pizza arrived we grabbed our sliced and sat down to watch a terrible movie that Michael picked. Ashton curled up in a ball beside me and Calum placed his hand around me, I could feel that Luke was staring again. I was getting sleepy and Calum noticed so we cuddled for the rest of the movie. Ashton noticed that we were cuddling and he started making silly faces and I hit him with my foot. When the movie ended, Calum and Michael left, leaving me with Luke and Ashton. Luke went to sleep upstairs leaving me with Ashton in the living room, we started cleaning up all the mess that the boys left. “Do you want to talk now?” he said looking at me, I sighed and turned to him “What do you want to know?” I said placing the box of pizza in the trash.

A/N:  THIS IS TURNING INTO A STORY/FANFIC. Part 6 maybeeee?? tell me what you think and what do you think it’s going to happen c;   love youuuu, message me and tell me xx