to make his jaw drop

The fact that Luke says, ‘I only know one truth. It’s time for the Jedi to end…’ I mean, that’s a pretty amazing statement for someone who was the symbol of hope and optimism in the original films. When I first read it, my jaw dropped. What would make someone that alienated from his original convictions? That’s not something that you can just make up in an afternoon, and I really struggled with this thing. - Mark Hamill.

Inexorable (3-FINAL)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Mafia au!

Warnings: dom!Jungkook, steamy hot tub sex yes

Notes: Last part, ya’ll. I hope you like it. I changed the gif because tumblr is being a meanie and it’s not letting me put in my own shit. This brings us to the end of this mini-series! I hope you enjoyed it. 3,430 Words

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Originally posted by minyoongislaysme

It was safe to say that there wasn’t as much tension between you and your husband anymore. Everything seemed so much more calm than before. Maybe it was because you guys barely talked; or maybe it was because he locked himself in his office all day, working.

An empty cabin was always nice, but you wanted to talk to him. You actually liked arguing with him; teasing him, and he would tease you back. His touch – it was gentle, even though he was being cocky. You hated to admit it, but you were slowly getting used to him.

Now it seemed like the both of you were more like frenemies rather than complete enemies. There was a sort of understanding, considering you were now aware that you were both forced into this marriage when you would rather stay single, and he would rather marry someone else.

“Princess,” Jungkook called you from behind the black kitchen island, his whiskey glass in his hand as he leaned against the countertop – you had no idea when he started calling you that, but it stuck. “I need some beer and and ice.”

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Liam Dunbar x Reader

Requested by @alphanerd5sos

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, nsfw.
Word count: 2 134

Request: Can you a write a Liam Dunbar smut where the reader and him are bffs and she asks him what to do when you have sex and they kinda have feelings after they do it??

A/N: With the combination of the one Anon asking for ‘First time with Liam’.

You looked back and forth between your books and Liam, who was sitting at his desk, writing down information you needed for your presentation next week in history class. He was shuffling his feet under the chair in the same rhythm he tapped the tip of his pen against his textbook.

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he silently judges people

Monsta X Reaction to You Asking to Ride Their Face

Originally posted by lowkeyshowki

shownu ; his first response wouldn’t even be words,, just a long “ahh..”,, he’d be thinking about how good you would look sitting on his face but he wouldn’t show it,, he’d add on a “we’ll see.“ leaving you confused. he’d wait until late at night when you’re not expecting it to make a move.

Originally posted by chaeseok

wonho ; right when you asked him, his jaw would drop but only because “i thought you’d never ask.” he’d immediately get excited and look forward to it. he’d tease you all day about it tho, making little jokes here and there about how he’s gonna “have you screaming his name and trying to escape.”

Originally posted by heromp3

minhyuk ; “baby are you being serious?..” he’d get all shy/laugh a little and his cheeks would warm up. “if that’s what you want.” as long as you’re satisfied he has no problems with it.

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

 kihyun ; *lowkey dies* *does it just because he wants to hear you moan his name but hides how flustered he is* “okay.”

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

hyungwon ; he wouldn’t be too shocked since he always ate you out,, this would just be in a different position. “sure why not? as long as i get something in return.”

Originally posted by royalkpop

jooheon ; “cancel all of your plans, we about to do some thangs and we ain’t stopping ‘till morning.” faced ass. after you ask him the question,, he’s all over you. like it’s a wrap.

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

changkyun ; “how bad do you want it?” he’ll (laugh at you while you beg) tease you a little bit before agreeing to do it. because. he. will. definitely. do. it.

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ts reaction to come back from practice/studio and find there GF in transpierit shirt and with only panties and bra

Namjoon: He’d take his plump lip between his teeth, speechless at the sudden change in the air. He’d walk over, cupping your face gently and planting a gentle kiss on your lipstick-pink lips.

“You look beautiful Y/N” “How bout we go upstairs?”

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Taehyung: His eyes would widen for a few seconds - trying to process the situation. His Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he’d ungracefully eye you up and down, taking in your appearance.
He’d move slightly, bringing his hand down to his trousers; briefly feeling movement below. Smirking, he’d play it off casually.

“Fuck..” “You really want me that bad, huh?”

Originally posted by btstaehyunged

Seokjin: As soon as he’d see you, he’d drop whatever he was holding, his mouth hanging open in shock like he’d just walked in on Tae watching porn.. Again.
Stuttering, he’d fidget uncomfortably under your gaze.

“W-what are you doing, Y/N?” “Put some clothes on!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Hoseok: He’d walk in but seeing you wouldn’t faze him. He’d be too exhausted from hours of practice to process what was happening. Bringing you into a tight embrace, he’d apologise and excuse himself to bed, feeling guilty for leaving you.

“I’m sorry, Jagi” “Today’s been a long day”

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Jungkook: He’d feel his throat go dry, his mind screaming for him to push you up against the wall and fuck you senseless, right then and there.
Pushing back the urge, he’d kiss you passionately, moving away to bury his head into your neck, leaving a trail of rough kisses. You’d feel him smirking on your skin.

“You sure you wanna tease me like this?”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Suga: He’d yawn, opening the front door and practically throwing himself in.
Another late night.
He’d be more than ready to collapse on the couch and call it home for the next 3 years but before he could, he’d catch you in the corner of his eye wearing your chosen attire.

“I’m tired, Y/N” “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow”

Originally posted by k-krazeh

Jimin: His jaw would drop and he’d very clearly eye your breasts through your shirt. He’d glide his tongue along his bottom lip as he’d stand there, taking your appearance in.

“You look so fucking sexy” He’d smirk as he’d come closer, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you in for a heated kiss, his hands roaming your body and grabbing at your ass, lust filling his eyes.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

Originally posted by queen-kimiko

Dinner // H.S.

I open the oven and take out the chicken before turning it off and attending to the green beans on the stove. I fan myself with a nearby magazine to cool my skin. It’s hot. Too hot. I leave the stove after checking that the knobs are all correctly turned, walking over to the living room to turn the temperature down a few degrees. As I turn to make my way back to the kitchen, I hear the jiggling of keys and the click of the lock. A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal a very exhausted Harry.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?”

He scoffs and drops his messenger bag onto the floor before collapsing into a chair at the dining table.

“Not the best, (y/n).”

I walk over and stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck lightly. He had been in the studio every day for the past two weeks and I’ve been noticing how stressed he is. They’ll be touring before we know it and it’ll only get worse.

“How come?”

“We were supposed to be done today, but I kept screwing up this one verse. We ended up just leaving for the day, so we’ll all have to go back tomorrow and-“ he sighs and rests his face in his palms, “I’m just so out of it.”

“You’ll get it tomorrow and it’ll be done early in the day. We’ll do something to celebrate, I promise.” I remove my hands from his shoulders and walk back into the kitchen to make plates for us both. “But, for now, how about we eat, yeah?”

He forces a grin and stands up to join me in the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer bottle.

“Y/N, you want anything to drink?”

“Erm, yeah, grab me a beer as well.”

He does so and brings them to the table, along with silverware. I fill our plates with chicken, green beans, and salad before joining him at the table. He sits across from me, but he’s not so far since the table is more of a small square. We start to eat in silence and I mostly watch him stare at his plate and I can tell he’s beating himself up over his little mistakes. I already know there’s nothing I can say to comfort him, but I do know something that I can do. He’ll never admit to it, but he absolutely loves being possessive, and I know I shouldn’t like it, but it’s basically the hottest fucking thing he does. He does need a distraction.

“So, work was interesting today.”

I smile wickedly at him and he finally looks at me.

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I look down and push my green beans around with my fork, still grinning deviously.

“There’s this new guy at the office; he’s quite cheeky. He kept showing up at my cubicle to talk to me and he’s really quite handsome. He even went out and got me Starbucks.”

I glance up and he is staring at me now, his fists balled up on the table. I try to hide my excitement, but I can see the jealousy burning in his eyes.

“Really. And what else?”

I look up innocently and flip my hair over my shoulder. He’s impatiently awaiting my reply.

“He asked me on a date.”

In all honesty, I laughed in Tommy’s face, pointing at the picture of Harry and I on my desk. He was disappointed, but I could really care less. I already have the man of my dreams and I couldn’t ask for anything more. For the sake of my desire to have Harry fuck me on this table, I lie straight to his fuming face.

“I said I’d think about it.”

I pretend to think little of my response, putting one last bite of chicken into my mouth before deciding I’m done. I look up and his face is red, his eyes narrowed and dark. I pick up my plate and carry it nonchalantly to the sink. I rinse it off, and dispose of the few leftover pieces. As soon as the water shuts off, I feel two large, warm hands grasp onto my hips. Harry presses his crotch into my behind and I try to hold back a moan, but the tightness of his pants against my thin yoga pants is too much. I turn to face him and immediately, he roughly pulls my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the counter next to the sink. He doesn’t kiss me, but presses his lips to my neck instead, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking harshly. A bruise appears quickly and he releases my neck, rolling his tongue over it soothingly. His mouth finds its way to my ear next as his hands run over my torso before reaching to my back and unhooking my bra.

“This mark is proof that you’re mine.”

He hisses the last part in my ear making my legs feel like jello. His hips push into me harder than before, holding me up between him and the counter. I don’t respond to him, because I don’t want him to be done yet. If I agree, he might just return to his dinner. Instead, I maintain a straight face so that he creates similar hickies on each of my breasts, the contact causing me to pant uncontrollably. My chest rises and falls under his mouth and I feel myself get incredibly wet. I wrap my arms around him, tugging at the hem of his shirt, but he grabs my wrists, slamming them against the cupboard and pinning them there. The harsh contact with the wood makes me cry out, but I love the feeling.

“I’m going to show you, Y/N. You’re mine. No one else’s.”

He flips me around and pushes my back down so that my chest is flat against the freezing countertop. I feel his warm fingers hook onto my pants and thong, pulling them down and leaving them at my ankles. I try to turn around to look at him, but he presses my cheek onto the cold granite. He removes his hand, but I don’t dare move my body, no matter how curious I am. I see from the corner of my eyes as his shirt falls to the floor. I close my eyes and gulp as I hear the zipper of his jeans and the light noise of the material hitting the floor. One of his hands grips onto my hip as I feel his hard member between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs shoulder width apart to give him room. I want him so badly and he doesn’t even realize what I’m doing. That’s the point. I want jealousy pumping through his veins the entire time. My eyes are still closed when he pushes himself into my entrance without any warning, making me gasp as he fills me up. My hands smack onto the surface, trying to claw at it. Once inside, Harry instantly pulls back, thrusting back in ten times harder than the first time. My lips part, resting against the counter, moans expelling as he continues to thrust, slowly out and very quickly in. His free hand runs up my back and finally reaches my head. He holds tightly to a tuft of my hair, pulling on it lightly. My head lifts from the cold surface and he bends down to run his lips along my shoulder. The position makes his thrusts hit the perfect spot, making me scream loudly. He pulls my hair again and I arch my back, lifting my chest off of the counter as well. His other hand leaves my hip and holds onto my breast instead, holding my body there.

“Say it, Y/N. Say you’re mine.”

I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but whimper and pant in pleasure. He slams into me, this time his hips slapping against my bottom and he stops there. I long for more friction. I need it.

“I’ll stay right here until you say it.”

He tugs at my hair again and leans down to nibble at my earlobe. His lips are tantalizing me even more.

“I’m yours, Harry! Please, fuck me!”

I can feel his devilish grin against my shoulder as he pulls his body back up to stand up straight as he continues the movement of his hips, making my jaw drop in ecstasy.

“All mine, Y/N!”

I feel my climax approach and moan loudly as his fingers reach around my thigh and rub tight circles around my clit.

“All yours, Harry! All yours! Ohh, god. I’m clossse!”

He gyrates his hips to hit my g-spot each time and the loud, deep groans escaping his throat send me over the edge. My legs shake and tremble when he slows his pace down, coming as he mumbles my name over and over under his breath. As we finish together, he pulls out and when he is no longer holding me up, I let myself fall to the floor. He pulls his pants up and joins me, sitting on the wooden floor and pulling me into his arms comfortingly, kissing my lips passionately. I try to catch my breath between kisses, finally resting my head on his shoulder and chuckling lightly.

“I guess I’ll say no to that date, then.”

BTS Reaction to meeting you in person after catfishing you online-

(for anon)


Originally posted by hobis-moving-castle

Once Jin was scrolling through instagram and saw one of your gorgeous photos on his timeline, he HAD to talk to you. He had to get to know you. But how could he when he was Worldwide Handsome guy from the popular KPOP group, BTS? After creating a totally fake profile with an even faker identity, he’d only fallen even harder for you that originally thought. You both made plans to finally meet and Jin (as well as you) was DYING with nervousness. He knew it had to happen to though. He needed you know who he really was already. He decided to keep it simple and just invite you to the dorms. Once you arrived at opened the door to the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, NOTHING like in the instagram photo’s you’d seen on daily basis for a few months now. Jin smiled nervously as he stood in front of you. “I-I know this isn’t who you were expecting but I-” You didn’t let him finish as you were too busy crashing your lips directly into his. 


Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

As Yoongi had finished creating his fake twitter profile, the first person he looked up was you. He’d gotten to know you better through the use of this fake account and couldn’t believe how perfect you seemed. You’d finally annoyed Yoongi enough into agreeing to meet you this saturday. He reluctantly gave you the address to his studio and waited while sweating. He finally heard small knocks on the door and his nerves went into maximum overdrive. He slowly, nervously, and adorably answered the door. Prepared to get rejected right then and there for lying about his identity. “Yoongi?…” He met your eyes and was certain now that you were the one he was going to marry. Your voice melted like butter to his he ears. You stood in front of him and reached up gently to touch his face. Not believing how beautiful he actually was. He closed his eyes as he felt your hand pressed to the side of his face and gulped nervously. “I’m sorry I lied,” He said softly. His voice deeper than you expected. You said nothing in response. Just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled your self close. Your lips meeting half way. Once you both pulled away, slightly sweaty and panty, you giggled and pressed your forehead against his. “I forgive you.”


Originally posted by yourjhopeobsessed

When a stranger with the screen name JH added you on snapchat, you were a bit skeptical about messaging back. “Ehh what the hell.” You thought before typing back a “hi”. You had no idea that this would blossom into such an amazing relationship. With a stranger who’s face you hadn’t seen yet!! You’d begged and bitched enough to JH and he finally agreed to meet you. Hoseok was UNBELIEVABLY nervous when he typed out the address to the dance studio that he frequently practices in. He’d made sure all the boys were gone so that you two could have complete privacy. Once he heard the knocks at the door, he shook his body and jumped up and down alittle to try and calm his nerves. Didn’t work. He opened the back door to the studio to reveal the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen his life. So much prettier than your snapchats. “Jung Hoseok…? J-Hope?” You asked as your jaw dropped. He smiled that gorgeous smile and nodded slowly, “You know BTS?” You didn’t answer due to you being in total shock that J-Hope, your ultimate bias was at the door. “Your smile is so much prettier in person..” You said, scanning Hoseok with your eyes. Still in shock. He blushed and smiled wider, motioning for you to come inside. “Will you dance for me?!” You asked excitedly. Hoseok suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you into him. Both of you nose to nose. “If I can have a kiss first.”

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Originally posted by https-km

Namjoon couldn’t believe himself when he was making a fake Tumblr account just to be able to speak to you. He looked over your beautiful pictures once more and remembered why. He was too nervous to use his actual self so creating a whole new identity was the way to go in his eyes. You both became super close over the next few months and you both couldn’t believe it. It was a mutual decision to finally meet at Namjoon invited you to his dorm. He forced all the boys out for the night to assure total privacy. Once you had arrived and he heard the knocks at the door, Namjoon’s mouth went dry. He shook his head while slowly making his way to the door. Once he opened up, your jaw dropped at the handsome sight in front of you. “Wait…you’re no-” “I know. I’m sorry. I lied. My real name is Kim Namjoon and…I just had to talk to you but I couldn’t as me…I understand if you feel betrayed and want to leave.” You looked him up and down, not believing that this beautiful man was scared to talk to you as himself. You smirked at him before pushing his chest all the way inside, kicking the door closed with your foot. You pushed him all the way to the couch in the living room and straddled his lap. You rested your hands on his chest as his were rested against your hips. “Hi Kim Namjoon. I’m Y/N.”


Originally posted by mochiipjm

Jimin finished his fake facebook account and searched up your name immediately. It took him a little over a week to fully befriend you. And before you both knew it, you were unbelievably close to eachother. It took some convincing on your part but you finally got Jimin to meet with you. You both decided to meet up at a local coffee shop. When you arrived at the set time, which was pretty late in the evening, you saw only one other person besides the barista. And it wasn’t the same person in the pictures you were used to seeing. Jimin met your eyes and it was as if time stood still. He slowly got up from his table and went to go meet you up close. “Y/M, hello…” “Stop.” You said before he could go on. Jimin looked up at you with nothing but worry in his eyes. “There is no way. No WAY. Someone can be so hot and so cute at the same time.” You said with a smile. Jimin blushed and laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. He the motioned for you to come join him at his table. “How do you take your coffee?” 


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung made a fake Tinder profile for fun. Fake picture, name and all. But totally didn’t expect to meet one of the most perfect humans in the world. AKA you. You both exchanged numbers and got along unbelievably well. You forced Taehyung to agree to meet with you finally because enough was enough. Taehyung made sure that the rest of the boys would be out of the dorm for the night and sped cleaned the whole place for you. Once he heard those knocks on the door, he screamed lightly to himself and ran to the bathroom. “You can do this. You dress really good. 1,2,3 let’s do this.” He went to open the door and once he did, you couldn’t believe it. “V?!” Taehyung laughed deeply and grabbed your arm, pulling you in. “Shh, don’t be so loud.” “You’re telling me to shh? You lied!” You said dramatically. Taehyung laughed once more, gaining the confidence he needed to meet with you. “ You’re mad at me?” He said wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him.You bit on your lip, looking into his eyes. Taking notice of how gorgeous he was. The real him. “I don’t know.” You responded honestly, your hands pressed to his chest. He smiled and leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your jaw. “Let me make it up to you.” He whispered.


Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jungkook thought nothing of it when he added you on wordswithfriends. Just a fellow competitor. He began to message you for no reason and before he knew it, he was hooked on you. And the same went for you. You both had finally talked and gotten to know each other enough to meet. Jungkook begged his hyungs to leave for the night so that you both could have the dorms to yourselves. They eventually agreed and Jungkook nervously waited for your arrival. Once he heard the knocks on the door, his heart rate increased and his palms became sweaty. He opened up to find beautiful you, looking absolutely..beautiful. He smiled nervously. Knowing you noticed that it was not originally him in the pictures you’d seen. “Jungkook?” You asked, stepping a bit closer to examine his handsome face. “Yeah…listen Y/N i’m really sorr-” “You’re so much hotter, oh my god…” Jungkook laughed and blushed, grabbing your hand gently to pull you inside. “Come on, gorgeous.”

Two People (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Song Inspo: Inside My Love by Delilah

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I know when other people write song requests they put the lyrics in but that’s just not my style so I just did a fic inspired by the song so I linked the song on youtube for you guys so if you want you can listen to it while you read. Hope you enjoy.

He ran through the front door as soon as he got home, throwing his bags to the floor. He found you in bed reading, still awake. Without a word he climbed on the bed on top of you. He pulled the book from your hand and carelessly tossed it to the side. Bucky grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss.

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Celibacy (Brett Talbot Imagine)

Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, dirty talk, masturbation, NSFW.

Summary: Brett’s neglecting you sex because his Lacrosse coach told the team it would affect their results on the field, and you decide to take the ‘problem’ into your own hands.


“Please Y/N, get off me.” Brett grunted when you once again tried to straddle his lap in the sofa. Pulling you down beside him and shoved a pillow to cover your almost naked body.

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Roses (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: Shawn and Y/n are best best friends and shawn is crazily in love with her. However Y/N gets a bf and get engaged, and shawn writes roses. The song gets nominated for a grammy and he takes Y/N to the awards show where he will be performing it. His performance makes viewers worldwide jaws drop.

Originally posted by anthony-samaniego


Shawn’s mood was visibly going down. It all started one day, when his best friend Y/N got a boyfriend. Y/N and Shawn had known each other since high school, but have never really talked since Shawn was two grades older. When they both graduated however, they had reconnected when they both moved to LA and couldn’t keep away from each other ever since. After spending increasingly longer time together, Shawn could already feel himself falling for her and repeatedly told himself to not catch feelings if he didn’t want to wreck this beautiful friendship.

They were 20 and 22 when they first started getting close. What started out as a casual text turned into late-night deep conversations, one minute phone calls turned into 6 hour long discussions and a night over turned into “I’m half moved-in”.

For six months they were inseparable and these were Shawn’s happiest months of his life.

They shared such a pure love for each other. Each time Shawn wrapped his arms around her in a hug, his world disappeared and all he felt was the love and happiness Y/N had for him.

Each time he saw her he would hug her, longing the feeling of her, the feeling of their love.

However, slowly his mind wandered off of hugs and he wondered how her lips felt. How they tasted, how they would move against his if he ever had the guts to kiss her.

Just when Shawn felt like he maybe had a chance with her, just when Shawn looked in her eyes and thought he might see in them what he felt for her, Luke came into their lives.


It all happened one Saturday night where Y/N’s parents called her to a family dinner party and that they had family friends that they wanted her to meet.

Obviously Shawn was also invited, Y/N’s family loved him and whenever Y/N came home, he would also be there.

They were at Shawn’s LA apartment when she got the call.

“Ooh Shawn I gotta go, my family’s having this dinner thingie. Wanna come?”

“Obviously yes!”

Shawn changed into a loose black shirt as Y/N found a red summer dress lying around. Walking out of his apartment they got a few pictures taken of them.

“Shawn! Y/N! You two look adorable!”

“Y/N can you turn this way?”

“When are you two gonna announce you’re dating goddammit!”

Shawn swallowed and continued smiling until they reached his car. Stepping into Y/N’s parents’ home, her parents greeted them and then stepped out of the way. A blond charming blue-eyed man walked in front of Y/N.

“Hi Y/N. I’m Luke.”

And from that day on, Y/N was taken away from Shawn. They still had conversations, but those would be those typical best friend ones about Luke. Y/n asked Shawn for dating advice, outfit opinions, and told him all the cute things Luke did for her on their dates.

And Shawn listened every day, even though each word she told him was just twisting the knife in his heart and sinking it deeper. He did it because he loved Y/N. If the only way to keep Y/N in his life was like this, he would do it.

After roughly two months since Luke first appeared at that dinner party, Y/N was positively glowing from her relationship with him.

Every day, he prayed for Y/N’s feelings towards Luke to subside, but instead their relationship was getting even more serious.

Fans noticed her glow, and noticed Shawn’s gloom.

He would scroll down his Twitter every day and see his fans sending him happy thoughts. He tried to smile at these, really.

But there was no greater pain, then a pain caused by love. On the bright side, he wrote a ton of songs to express his feelings. They charted well, and were award-winning.

His biggest, saddest song yet, would be about Y/N and Luke’s engagement.

In fact, Roses got so successful, it got a nomination for a Grammy. The joy of that distracted Shawn for a couple days, until his invitation to the Grammys indicated he can bring a guest. One name came into mind.


It has been a long time since he really spent time with her, unless choosing between roses and lilies for the wedding centerpiece counted as hanging out.

He drove up to Y/N’s and walked in her living room, they had keys to each other’s homes.

There she sat, glasses on, in front of a million magazine clippings splayed across the table.

“Oh hi Shawn, tell me would you rather see me in a satin gown or a silk one?” She said, holding up two fabric samples.

Shawn merely smiled at her.

“I’m nominated for a Grammy.” He said.

Y/N dropped both items and pushed the table out of her way, not caring how many files got knocked over.

She ran up to him and hugged him. Shawn wrapped his arms around her waist once again and relaxed, but still holding her tightly.

It has been such a long time he had had a Y/N hug. As if she seemed to read his mind, she pulled him even closer and even put a hand in his hair.

A single tear fell from Shawn’s eyes and landed on her skin.

She pulled away.

“Shawn are you crying?”


“Aw it’s okay I’m about to as well hahaha! You’re nominated for a Grammy! A GRAMMY! We did it Shawn!” Y/N ran across the room and opened her window and started shouting.

Shawn beamed. The fact she said “we did it” made his heart melt. It was just like the old best friend days were back.

“So um, my invitation says Shawn Mendes and Guest, aaand I was wondering if-“

“I’D LOVE TO BE AND GUEST” Y/N jumped up and hugged Shawn again.


Shawn looked at him nervously in the mirror. Not only was he taking Y/N to the Grammys, he was going to perform Roses. That was about Y/N. In front of Y/N. Deciding that no matter how long he stared at himself in the mirror his hair would not lie flat, he went to go pick up Y/N.

Ringing the doorbell, he waited outside. He heard a shout through the door.

“Shawn can you come inside and zip me up?!”

He walked in and almost choked.

Y/N turned around, smiling. Her hair was loosely curled and the top half was pulled back, leaving a few strands in the front out. The dress she had on was tightly fitted but classy, and the bottom flared out around her.

“Hi, I’m sorry we’re running a little late, I just can’t reach the back of this. Freaking. Dress.”



“I mean uh yeah yeah I’ll help you, turn around.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled at him. “Sooo how do I look?” she twirled.

“Like an angel.” Shawn said. He felt like a boy at a candy store, except he wasn’t allowed to get any candy. And yet the candy was right, there, in, front, of, him.

“Thanks Shawn. Look at us eh? About to go to the Grammys. I love you Shawn. And I’m so proud of you.” she looked up at him.

Shawn felt his eyes burn slightly from holding back tears. God, he loved her so much. And he couldn’t have her.

“C’mere.” She said, pulling him into a hug.

They drove to the Staples Center, chatting the whole time and reminiscing about all the fun times they had.

“Ready?” Shawn asked.

“Of course, I’ve done loads of carpets with you. Although imagine their faces when they see my ring haha. Hum.” She cleared her throat.

“Y/N is everything okay?”

“Wha? Yeah yeah great.”

“Is it Luke?”

Y/n looked up at him with sad eyes.

“Look let’s not talk about that, this night is about you.” Y/N placed her hand on his.

It was these close intimate moments that made Shawn think that they could be something. Their connection was undeniable, if only he had the chance to show her how much happier she would be with him, how much more love he could give her. There was a flame, and he didn’t know if he should start a fire with it. But he knew that if he did, that fire would be bold, powerful, but would never burn out.

He stepped out of the car to a crowd of cheers and walked over to the other side to open the door for Y/N. She had already opened the door however and pushed Shawn who grabbed her hand, both of them toppling over.

They laid on the ground on top of each other and made eye contact. The two burst into delirious laughter which lasted at least fifteen minutes, before they stood up, fixed Y/N’s dress and walked down the carpet.

They posed together like they have countless of times before they moved on to the interview. If anyone wasn’t a fan of Shawn’s, they would have guessed they were a couple.

“Shawn! And Y/N! It’s so nice to see you guys back together, we missed our favourite BFFs!”

“Hahaha thank you.”

“So Y/N, what are you most surprised for?”

“Uuum, what am I not surprised for, it’s the freaking Grammys!!! But um the one thing is I’m excited to see Shawn perform Roses, I’ve actually never heard the song.”

“Oh really you’ve never heard it?”

“Nooo, Shawnie over here.” She giggled, turning her head towards him and only looking at him for the rest of her answer. “He wanted it to be a surprise so when he released it he made me promise not to listen to it at all! But it was cute, because he told me this song meant everything to him and he hoped it would do incredible things, and it did, it’s nominated for a Grammy!”

“Aww how cute! Now I’m SO sorry to ask but Shawn are you two dating?! Because I mean come on, look at you two.”

Shawn smiled as much as he could before saying; “I love Y/N, I really do. But we’re just friends.” He could swear someone was stabbing him in the chest as he said that.

Y/N turned and saw her favourite singer Ariana Grande.

“Oh my god it’s Ari, I’m so sorry I gotta say hi! I’ll be right down there Shawn kay?”

“Kay. Try not to faint!” he chuckled.

The interviewer, seeing that it was only her and him now asked:

“Now Shawn is the song Roses about someone particular?”

Shawn was still looking at Y/N who was now semi-crying at Ariana who was hugging her.

“Yeah it is.”



Y/N stood on the edge of her seat, positively shaking with pride.

Shawn came out on stage and looked directly at her.

“This one’s for you.”

I’m not try'na start a fire, with this flame
But I’m worried that your heart might feel the same
And I have to be honest with you baby
Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose
And I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?
Die or let it go?

It’s not that I don’t care about the love you have
It’s not that I don’t want to see you smile
But there’s no way that he can feel the same
‘Cause when I think of you my mind goes wild

Y/N swayed to the music but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught on with the lyrics.

The song was ending and Shawn pulled out a single red rose and climbed down into the crowd. He made his way to Y/N and stood in front of her with the rose.

“I got you this rose, and I need to know, will you let it die or let it grow?” he sang softly to her.

To be continued

wow i feel like i really did not do the song justice please tell me if u liked it


Request: “Teenage Richie imagine based on the song 1983 by Neon Lights, please!”

Description: Richie’s second grade crush moves back to Derry during the summer between his Junior and Senior year, but she isn’t the same innocent girl she was when they were kids.

Pairing: Teenage!Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Strong language, kissing, hints at things like underage sex

Word Count: 887

“Eddie…” Richie breaths, grabbing his best friend’s shirt and directing his attention towards a group of teens smoking outside the diner.

“Richie what am I–”

“The girl wearing red in the middle, is… is that Y/n?”

Smoke rolls smoothly from your red lips as you laugh and bump shoulders playfully with a tall tan guys with sharp, handsome features and a leather jacket. He’s at least six inches taller than you and two inches taller than Richie.

“Oh my god…” Eddie gasps, his eyes widening, “It is. Didn’t she move to Augusta in fourth grade?”

“Yeah, she did…” Richie murmurs.

~~“What do you mean you’re moving?!” Richie yelled, his small second grade face scrunching up. You guys have been best friends since preschool. You did everything together and were practically inseparable.

“Richie don’t be mad… I don’t want to move! My parents are making me!” You reasoned, nervously twisting the ends of the adolescent pigtails that fell over your shoulders.

“If you don’t want to go then don’t go,” Richie grumbled, his curls falling into his eyes.

“You know I wouldn’t go if I had the choice! I’d much rather stay here with you,” you smiled sadly, your face blessed with a childlike innocence.

Richie’s young heart fluttered at your angelic features. How could he possibly stay mad?

“Y/n!” Your mother called from her car, ready to pick you up from school.

You look to your mother and bite your lip then turn back to Richie, "Goodbye…” you place an innocent peck on the side of his mouth making his jaw drop and body freeze from shock. You grin at him before running to your Mom’s car.~~

Richie shakes the memory from his head and glances at his friend, “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, “Dude, she kissed you in second grade and you haven’t seen her in nine years. What’s to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” Richie gives Eddie a smug grin, “But I’m about to work some magic.”

Eddie chuckles, “Beep beep, Richie!”

Richie winks and finger guns at his fanny pack wearing friend as he walks across the street. When he turns around his expression falls, "What am I doing?” He whispers to himself as he stares at his red converse, "She probably doesn’t even remember you you idiot she—wHAT THE FUCK.” Richie looks up to see you—the same gorgeous pigtail wearing angel who kissed him on the side of his mouth the last time he saw you—feeling up and getting felt up by the tall and tan guy with in tight leather. You giggle as the guy kisses down your neck and leans into you. Richie’s eyes widen and he stiffens. There’s no way…

You open your eyes and your gaze lands on Richie after his outburst. You grin and lean away from the guy slightly—much to his annoyance, “Richie…? Richie Tozier? Is that you I see?” You flash your white teeth.

Richie blinks. God you look gorgeous…

Your features glow in the bright sunlight, your eyes crinkle ever so slightly, and all he can see is the second grade girl he fell in love with.

Richie smiles, “The one and only.”

You pull away from the tan stud in front of you fully to face your old friend, “God you grew up!” You laugh, it reminds Richie of bells jingling on the end of a jester’s hat—light, happy, and full of life, “And those glasses!” You reach up to push them farther up the bridge of his nose and tilt your head to the side, “You look so damn cute.”

Richie bites his lip, “And you look like a dream…” he exhales quietly with a small, smitten smile tugging on the edge of his lips.

You suck on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling too wide, “That was good. That was really good… you should take lessons from this one,” You call to the handsome boy now standing behind you with a hand on your shoulder staring coldly at Richie.
Richie glares back at him.

“Richie this is Sam. Sam, Richie,” You introduce as if you can’t sense the tension radiating off of the teenage boys.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Richie says sarcastically, smirking at the tanned boy-toy. You laughs and look up at Sam expectantly.

Sam hums in fake amusement, “Funny boy, huh? Y/n, weren’t we about to go somewhere more… intimate before this clown showed up?” He purrs, moving your hair away from your neck giving him access to your neck. He kisses all the way down your neck until he gets to the sweet spot in between your neck and collarbone and sucks lightly on it, all the while staring smugly at Richie.

Richie’s blood boils.

You bite your lip to suppress a loan moan and push him away lightly, “I uh, I think we were,” you smirk at Sam then look to Richie, “I’ll see you around, right?”

Richie swallows the bile in his throats and forces a grin, “I better.”

You wink and Richie and walk to Sam’s car with his hand in your back pocket. Sam turns back to look at Richie and gives him a douchey, triumphant grin.

‘Can he feel it?’ Richie growls softly, his chest churning with rage and jealousy, 'Cause I feel it…’

“How’s  the saying go?”  ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Reader is shy, quiet, thick, Roman and Dean take an interest.

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Roman

Word Count: 750


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Awkward Reunions

                After the news about an awkward Stydia reunion, here’s my take on how I want it to go down.

     Jackson knocks impatiently at the Martin’s doorstep. McCall told him to gather Stilinski and Lydia, who were at Lydia’s house. Apparently, the two had formed some sort of a friendship since Jackson had left Beacon Hills, and now they were catching up after Stilinski returned. At this, Jackson had to snort in disbelief. Lydia hardly even glanced at Stilinski when Jackson was still around. It was extremely hard to believe that they had formed a close bond since then. He remembered his days with Lydia, when the two of them ruled the top of the school chain. Before he became involved in McCall’s messed up universe full of supernatural shit.

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Oh, Man!

Hi, no one asked for this but I just wanted to share it with everyone because I love Peter and he is a smol bean I want to hug and cuddle with! That aside, it’s sort of like a continuation to not in that, you aren’t and it’s in Peter’s POV. There might be some mistakes mostly because I wanted to get this up before I leave for my flight! Anyways, hope you enjoy! 


“Dude, relax.” Ned watches as Peter paces about the room, nervous and jittery. “You are seriously going to wear a hole in the floor, man.”

Peter abruptly stops pacing to stare at Ned incredulously. “This is serious! I-I ask Y/N out on a date! On-a-date! Do you know how serious that is, Ned?“ His voice turns a little bit high-pitched by the end of his sentence because can Ned not see just how nervous he currently is? Peter has been hoping that the ground could just open up and swallow him whole!

Ned scoffs before throwing Peter’s pillow to him, surprising the latter but with Peter’s quick reflexes, he manages to catch the pillow right before it hits his face and he frowns at Ned. “Dude.”

“Peter, you got a date with Y/N – you should be happy!” Ned expresses incredulously. He knows how long Peter has been harboring feelings for you and he has also had to listen to Peter talking non-stop about you too ever since the incident that happened with Y/N finding out about Peter being Spiderman. From what Ned has gathered, Peter really has nothing to worry about at all.

(Ned recalls the times when he sees you checking Peter out – Peter always turns into a stuttering mess whenever you are around too – and there has been times when Ned catches your eyes and you would wink at him before going back to whatever you had been doing prior to looking at Peter).

“I am!” Peter exclaims, throwing the pillow back at Ned, hitting his best friend on the chest. Ned holds on to the pillow. “I am super happy and you have no idea how happy I am – I mean, you probably do but – it’s just crazy, Ned!” Peter pads over to his bed and flops down beside Ned. He turns his head to look at his friend. “It still feels so surreal. What am I going to do?”

Ned smirks. “Maybe you can ask May for some advice.” Peter’s eyes widen and he immediately pushes himself up to stare at Ned, a little bit horrified at Ned’s suggestion.

“Oh no,” Peter shakes his head. “I am so not ready for May to know, no way man, nope,” He says adamantly, shaking his head still. He definitely is not ready for May to know about this potential love life he might be having – if May freaks out, he freaks out too and just by the thought of having a potential relationship with you is making him feel giddy and nervous all at the same time.

The thought of May wanting to get to know you too is making him feel quite nervous and he definitely is not ready yet for any of those.

“So what are you going to do now?” Ned throws back the question to Peter as he flops back down beside Peter. Peter sighs before turning around so now he is laying on his back instead of his stomach, hand splayed on his stomach. He drums his fingers on his abs as he contemplates Ned’s question. How do people really go about after asking someone out on a let’s-do-it-whenever-you-are-free-date.

A knock sounds on his door, causing the two boys to stop talking to stare at the door. May peeks her head in with a smile. “Are you staying for dinner, Ned? The two of you look like you were in deep conversation.” May notes, grinning at the two boys.

The moment May said those words, Peter knew Ned was planning on doing something because he knew his best friend far too well but before Peter could even sit up and reach to cover Ned’s mouth, Ned blurts it out.

“Hey, May. Did you know Peter managed to score a date?”

Peter sputters incoherently when May turns to look at him sharply and his jaw drops as he tries to make sense and take control of the situation because right when the words registered in May’s brain, she lets out a very loud squeal, coming in to the room completely.

“Peter, why didn’t you tell me?” May smiles widely. This is the first time she has heard of anything remotely close to Peter having a date. Even though she feels a little bit sad that Peter did not tell her himself, May also knows how embarrassing it can be when you have to talk to your aunt about your potential love life so May definitely understands where Peter is coming from.

“It’s nothing, May. Technically I haven’t really asked Y/N out yet.” Peter flushes, stumbling over his words and narrowing his eyes briefly at Ned before looking at May, sheepishly.

“Nonsense.” May’s eyes twinkle with mirth. “This is not nothing, Peter. Y/N? Is that the name? Sounds cute. You have to tell me this over dinner. Come on, boys. My treat! Let’s go out for dinner.”

Peter swallows the groan that is about to leave and gives May a smile before glaring at Ned. Ned is grinning smugly at him and Peter sighs. Dinner is definitely going to be interesting tonight.

Blame it on the Moon (Connor Murphy x Reader) (SMUT)

Blame it on the Moon (Connor Murphy x Reader) (SMUT)

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Request: hiiii can i get a prompt 19 with kihyun :) :) :) pretty please

19) You and your bias are rival idols forced to work with each other on a collaboration

Member: Monsta X’s Kihyun x Y/N

Type: some angst, some fluff, some romance. (warning: inappropriate language/references)

You fidgeted in the back of the SUV that was seemingly swallowing you whole. You weren’t sure if you were angry, frustrated, sad, or nervous. More than likely, it was an anxiety inducing in-between, but you tried to swallow your insecurities. Heart burn and acid in your esophagus were a physical manifestation of the nerves, mixing with your heart repeatedly plummeting to your feet and back to your chest again. 

Your manager had informed you just over a week ago that you had landed an OST for one of the most talked up dramas of the year. You would be performing a duet, but the other artist hadn’t yet been selected. You were notably excited, realizing what a big opportunity this would be for your career.  Only a few days later, you were called to your manager’s office. Told to shut the door, you were already aware of the heavy tone weighing down the air. She had informed you that you would be working with someone you had detested since shortly after your debut.

Yoo Kihyun of Monsta X. 

You weren’t exactly sure when or how you became rivals. Your relationship had developed simply enough, strictly work with the occasional conversation exchanged. This had all seemed to become altered once you had both been special MC’s for Music Bank during your last comeback cycles. Both of your groups had been up for a win that week, which caused an unnecessary awkwardness between the two of you. After your group had won, once again snatching away Monsta X’s first win (although they would move forward to win the next week) your relationship had changed. 

From that point on, every time you had run into Monsta X, Kihyun had something sarcastic or rude to say. You grew to dread running into the group, which wasn’t fair to yourself or the other men of Monsta. Hearing that you would have to spend hours, if not days with him, set your nerves on edge. 

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head as you felt a light squeeze on your knee. Looking up, you met the sad smile of your manager who gave a polite nod toward the door. You hesitantly grasped the handle and gave it a gentle push, exposing you to the morning sunlight you weren’t prepared for. 

Then again, you weren’t prepared for a lot of things. 

You looked up to the Starship Entertainment building, wincing at the immensity of it. You weren’t sure how your manager had negotiated, if she had at all, but you had agreed it would be best if you used a Starship studio for the project. You glanced over your shoulder to get another supportive nod from your manager as you shuffled toward the heavy glass doors that provided entry into the building. 

After checking in with the receptionist, you and your manager were led down hall after hall. It felt like hours as you trailed behind the woman, her short and thin frame darting from one direction to the next. Eventually you reached another set of glass doors with several people on the opposite side. She pulled them open, struggling with the weight as she waved you inside. 

“Hello,” your manager chimed, bowing to everyone in the room. You followed suit, keeping your eyes low. 

“I’m unsure if everyone has met,” one of the Starship managers nodded. “But this is Kihyu-”

“We’ve met,” Kihyun sighed shortly. Your face immediately darted up as you made eye contact with the cold man. His appearance had changed since the last time you had seen him, but then again, so had yours. His hair had gone from a bubblegum pink to a dark brown. He wore a beanie, keeping his hair pushed back from his face. He wasn’t wearing any makeup, but he didn’t have anything to cover up anyhow. He was brutally handsome, which made the situation so much worse. “No need for the pleasantries.”

“Ah, Kihyun, should we treat our guests this way?” his manager laughed nervously, casting a wary side eye to one of the producers set up at the mixing board. 

“Let’s just get to work,” Kihyun grumbled, launching himself from the couch he was lounging on. He leaned back, grabbing a piece of paper he had been looking over, and crumpled it a bit. He looked back to you, pushing the now crushed paper into your hands. “The lyrics.”

He sauntered past you and into the sound booth and placed a pair of headphones over his ears. Your mouth popped open, shocked by his open act of hostility. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” his manager gasped, rubbing at his temples. “I’m so sorry.”

You slowly shut your mouth, taking in a deep breath through your nose to calm yourself. “Don’t be.”

“Alright, let’s take a break!” the composer called over the studio mic, replacing the track with his voice in the sound booth. Kihyun cocked his eyebrows as he looked up from his paper and to you. 

“Didn’t we just take a break?” he asked uncertainly. 

“Yeah, we need to have a talk,” Kihyun’s manager responded, waving you both in. You looked warily to Kihyun as you hopped from your stool and past him. 

“Yah, watch it,” he grumbled as you bumped into his knee. 

“Look, this is literally a four by four glass box,” you hissed, turning to give him a death glare. His eyes grew wide at your tone. This had been the first time you had spoken to him since you had arrived to Starship. “If you don’t want to get bumped into, take more of an effort to make yourself smaller. Oh wait…you’ve already done that, haven’t you?”

His jaw dropped as he openly stared at you, unblinking. You tried to not smile at your small victory, making sure to back into him and bump his leg again as you exited the booth.

“What’s up?” you sighed, plopping onto the couch beside your manager. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose, a sign you had become familiar with. This expression was usually synonymous with bad news. 

“It’s not working,” Kihyun’s manager sighed as he had entered the room. “Your chemistry…”

“It just isn’t there,” your manager finished. “While you both sing beautifully…there’s no feeling behind the words.”

“The feeling is what sells it,” Kihyun’s manager sighed. 

Kihyun was leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room, biting repeatedly at his lip. He looked up from his shoes and to his manager. “I always sound soulful, my words are always believable.”

“Not this time,” his manager muttered, shaking his head. “You sound hollow.” 

“Hollow!” Kihyun croaked, his cheeks becoming pink with anger and embaressment. “Well what about my partner! I can only be as good as who I’m paired with!”

“There is something lacking with both of you,” your manager cooed. You lifted your brows in surprise at her words. This was the first time she had ever given you any sort of negative feedback, no matter how small it was. She placed a comforting hand on your knee, but you quickly shifted to avoid her touch. 

“Maybe you two should have a conversation, just the two of you,” Kihyun’s manager said slowly. ‘It seems as if a heaviness has been filling up the room since you have gotten together.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes as he pushed off from the wall and pulled open the door. He sighed as he looked at you, his expression asking if you were coming along. 

You sucked at your back teeth, wincing as you stood. You didn’t even care about the OST anymore, you just wanted to be out of this uncomfortable situation. 

“You need to get your shit together,” Kihyun hissed, almost as soon as you stepped into the hallway. You could hardly believe his words. You looked down, realizing his muscular fingers were wrapped around your arm. You shook him off, recoiling from his touch and shot him the dirtiest look you could muster. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spat. “I need to get my shit together? At least I’m not accosting my singing partner in the hallway.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, accosting?” Kihyun groaned. “I was hoping to shake some sense into you.” 

“I’m not one to let the villain win,” you whispered. “But I can’t do this anymore. I quit.” 

You began to enter the studio again, only to have Kihyun grip you by the shoulder and spin you around. He tugged you a bit further down the hall, causing you to drag your feet in an attempt to halt him. 

“What in the hell Kihyun?” you gasped as he finally stopped, looking around to see the area he had pulled you to wasn’t as well lit and only led to an emergency exit. 

He turned, placing either of his hands on the opposite side of the wall beside your face. He pushed his body entirely too close to yours, the heat of his emotion radiating toward you. He used his arms as a cage in which you were incapable of escaping. Your breathing grew more shallow at his close proximity, unknowingly allowing him to search your face with scrutiny. 

“I’ll scream,” you whispered, your eyes not backing down from his. 

“Do it,” Kihyun hissed back, his words a challenge. You opened your lips for a moment, considering the idea, but promptly closed them, knowing full well you couldn’t get him into that sort of trouble. 

“Why am I the villain? And who even calls people villains anymore?” he continued. You looked out of your peripherals at his hands encasing you, flat against the wall. His chest was flush against yours, a constant reminder of his existence and absurdity of the situation. 

“Who has who pinned to the wall?” you mumbled. “But you’re the one who seems to have a problem with me, Yoo Kihyun. It’s not the other way around.”

“Why in the hell would I have a problem with you?” Kihyun spit. “You’re the one making this whole situation awkward.”

“What kind of skewed universe are you living in?” you laughed bitterly. “You’ve treated me as if I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe ever since my group won at Music Bank.”

“You think that’s what this is about?” Kihyun gaped. “A stupid award show?”

“Then what is it about? Enlighten me!” you gasped. 

Kihyun nodded for a moment, his eyes focusing on your lips before he looked back up to you. “Have you ever heard…that some men show their emotions like children sometimes? That they will bully women they have feelings for?…I think…I think I can show you better than I can explain it to you.”

“This isn’t a drama, Kihyun,” you grumbled. “I don’t t know if this OST has you in your feelings, but-”

Your words were abruptly cut off as Kihyun pressed his lips into yours. The kiss was hesitant at first, soft with uncertainty. Surely Kihyun had some idea that you could possibly rear back and smack the smugness from his face, but you were unsure if you wanted to do that. Your vision had begun to blur in the few moments before you finally decided to close your eyes and kiss back. 

Kihyun took this as a signal to remove his hands from the wall and let them rest lightly on your waist. You lifted your own fingers to curl around the back of his neck and play with the hair at his nape. With his tongue, Kihyun parted your lips, using his force to tilt your head back and explore even further. You relaxed into the kiss, getting over the initial shock and allowed him to do what he wanted. All of the angst and anxiety from the day melted away and into the kiss. Nothing about today had felt more right than this moment. Kihyun pulled you closer, stroking your back through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. Surely, this would give you inspiration for your song.

“Kihyun! Y/N! Where did you go?” the deep voice belonging to Kihyun’s manager called down the hallway.

Kihyun’s lips detached from yours, taking a small moment to smile at you. “We’re coming…

…well, not yet. I’ll have you doing that tonight actually.”

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I’ll take care of you P.2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Word count: 1.2k 

Anon asked: hi, could you please do a fluffy AF part 2 to your taehyung hybrid scenario? the first one was the most adorable thing I’ve ever read x

Genre: Hybrid AU 

Ratings: Fluff. 

Author’s note: TIGER HYBRID TAE PART 2! I GOT YOU! Gif isn’t mine. x 

- part 1 here

“How many eggs?”

You check the recipe again as you say, “Two, two eggs.”

Taehyung nods as he adds the eggs to the mixture. You two are in the kitchen making a cake because why not? You grab the spatula and starts stirring the batter. Meanwhile Taehyung had opened the box of strawberries and had grabbed a handful, eating them one by one. You move to put the batter in the oven when you catch Taehyung standing in the corner, sneakily eating the strawberries.

“Tae! Those are for decoration!”

He gives you a pout as he puts the 3 strawberries that were left back in the box. You sigh as you close the oven, putting the timer on before you turn back to him. A warm smile spreads across your face at the sight of him pouting. It makes him look even more adorable than he already is, if that’s even possible. You press your hands against his cheeks as you peck him on the lips. His pout turns into a smile as his cheeks turn pink. You coo at the sight as you press another kiss against his lips before going to the fridge.

Taehyung wraps his arms around you as he presses his chest against your back. You grab the frosting and a mixer before going back to the counter, Taehyung following your every move. You laugh as he’s still holding you tightly. One of the things you love most about him is how he isn’t afraid to show you he loves you. No matter where you go, he’s always holding you close. It makes you feel good that he isn’t afraid to do that. You like that he doesn’t care if other people think he’s being clingy because being close to you is more important to him that what other people think.

“Tae, do you wanna make the frosting?”

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Let’s Get Lost

Let’s Get Lost by evansrogerskitten

Sam x Reader x Dean

After a night of research Sam and Reader have some fun in the bunker library, and Reader is pleasantly surprised when Dean walks in.

Warnings: NSFW, EXPLICIT SMUT, threesome (NO Wincest), voyeurism, anal sex, language, dirty talk, fingering, multiple orgasms, alcohol. All characters have consented! On AO3 | WC: 4056

This is for @jaredpadasexyy Easter challenge. “Reader finds piece of research that Sam’s been trying to find in a matter of minutes.” Also for @scarygoodfanfics Happy Birthday Sam Challenge, prompt is in bold. Also inspired by this meme valentine card.

A/N: I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my J2 Sandwich opp at Seacon. So I’ve written a Winchester Sandwich fic inspired by that moment. And, this is my love letter to the bunker. 

The bunker was quiet. A heater slightly rattled in one of the spare bunks, and a light bulb fizzled down the gray tiled hallway leading to the garage. Otherwise, our house was quiet. A legacy to house legacies. A safe haven from the hunter life. A home.

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The One

Pairing: Liam x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, jealousy, anger issues Liam

Summary: Liam overhears Y/N talking to Theo during a lacrosse game, and gets jealous, almost turning on the field. Y/N follows him to the locker room to see what’s up and he ends up confessing something to her.

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A/N: My tumblr app on my phone has been rlly annoying tbh, and idk what’s going on like it just crashes randomly all the time. But, anyways hope you guys like this one bc I do. (I’m also writing another imagine rn too so look out for that.)


I bite on my lower lip, standing on the tip of my toes to peer over the mass of umbrellas. Being short had its struggles in lots of parts of life, but at lacrosse games, it was definitely at the top of the list.

I roll my eyes as the person in front of me raises their black umbrella higher, a sound of annoyance leaving my lips unintentionally.

The guy whips his head around, his slanted eyes shooting death glares at me. “Am I bothering you young lady?” He growls, the question coming off as more of a warning.

“Not at all,” I reply with fake sweetness, my smile not reaching my eyes and my lips twitching at how badly they wanted to frown.

The man rolls his eyes, similar to how I did to him a few moments earlier, and grumbling incoherently.

“Well that guy’s an asshole,” a voice I recognize mutters behind me.

I turn towards the voice, my suspicions of it being Theo correct. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans, his hood up to cover himself from the droplets of water slowly pouring down from the sky.

I nod my head vigorously at him, rolling my eyes for the second time. “Can’t see,” I explain, motioning towards the group of people crowding the bleachers in front of us with umbrellas in hand.

“You’re a shorty, that’s why,” he laughs, reaching out his hand and messing up the strands of hair I took an hour making look perfect.

My eyes go wide at his action, my jaw dropping slightly. “You did not, Raeken,” I mumble through deep breaths.

“What?” He asks, playing dumb, suddenly gaining interest in the two strings attached to his sweatshirt.

I push him playfully, the action barely having any affect over the boy as he just chuckles at me. The people watching the lacrosse match all suck in their breaths simultaneously, our attention being drawn back to the field.

“Ow, that was a bad hit,” a brunette girl in my chemistry class states to her freckled friend.

I scan the field quickly, hoping that it wasn’t what I was imagining. Nope, the universe hates me.

The jersey number 9 belongs to the player lying on the ground; Liam. My brows furrow, knowing that it wasn’t like him to get hit ever, and the few times that he did get hit, he didn’t take it very well.

I watch as Scott rushes out onto the field, kneeling down to Liam’s face and saying some words I couldn’t make out. They were way too far away, so I take to other methods.

“Can you hear them?” I ask to Theo, his eyes focusing in on them and his whole body tensing in concentration.

“Scott’s trying to calm him down and… the cause- is, well um…” he pauses, looking down at his sneaker-clad feet and shifting his jaw left and right.

“What?” I push, not understanding why he couldn’t give me the truth.

“It’s me-” I look at him questioningly, still not understanding. “He went down because he was too focused on us talking.”

My brows knit together even deeper, lines creasing my forehead. I know Liam had a jealousy issue, but getting angry about me just talking to another guy was bonkers. What was the issue with a friendly conversation?

“That’s crazy,” I say, then I see Scott’s eyes trail across the bleachers until landing on me, his hands motioning for me to get on the field.

Scott’s lips move and I look to Theo again. “Liam needs you,” he translates.


“Just go,” he commands, nodding his head towards the field, where Liam is starting to get up and head off the field, presumably to the locker room.

“Okay,” I respond, getting the point, tugging my hood on tighter and saying a bunch of ‘excuse me’s to make my way through the metal stands.

Once I walk into the school, I tug off my hood carefully, taking in a deep breath and slowly walking towards the boys’ locker room.

Eventually, I reach the door, gently knocking on it and calling out Liam’s name, but there’s no answer.

“Liam,” I call again, opening the door and pacing cautiously into the room. “I know you’re in he-” I stop mid-sentence, examining the punched in blue locker.

I look around again, noticing blood stains along the tiled floor leading to where the showers were.

I follow the trail of bright red, winding the corner and finding Liam sitting under the first shower, his fists clenched and his eyes flashing every millisecond from baby blue to a golden.

“Liam,” I whisper, treading carefully because the worse thing I could do right now was to piss him off even more. His expression softens at my voice, his eyes darting to me, my jeans and converse surely drenched.

I take off my rain jacket completely, tossing it to the side and sighing, sliding down against the wall to sit next to Liam. At this point, I wasn’t worrying about me getting more wet; I was worried about Liam.

“Li, come on, just talk to me,” I gently encourage, shivering at the cold water pouring down over me. “Liam, you can’t ignore me forever.”

Without thinking, my hands wrap around his clenched fists, the tension in them diminishing at my touch. I lean my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Every second of this position was slowly unraveling his anger, his head soon resting on top of mine.

“Li,” I mumble again, through gritted teeth, the cold really affecting me now.

Liam realizes this, his eyes widening and his previous rage fully gone and being replaced with concern. “Y/N,” he says, looking up at the water still splashing down on us, then dragging me out of it with himself.

He pulls me by my wrist to his locker, the one right beside the one with the dent. He shuffles with his lock, getting the combo wrong a few times and frustration boiling up inside him again. “31-1-35.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me, trying the combination and pulling the lock down, it clicking open.

“What? How do you know th-”

“You remember at the beginning of last year, when you asked me to get your History textbook in here, for whatever reason?”

He nods his head slowly, after looking up at the ceiling to recall the memory. “But, that was like forever ago, like that happened before Scott bit me.”

I stare at him blankly. “What, I have a good memory?”

Liam smiles at me for a few blissful seconds, before realizing what he was originally doing, his jaw dropping and shuffling into his locker.

He grabs a white towel from the top shelf, wrapping it around my shoulders. “There you go.”

I smile appreciatively at him. Small things like this were the reasons why he was the one. The one who I wanted to fall in love with deeper and deeper everyday. The one who I wanted to wake up with every morning. The one I wanted to tell about every little accomplishment or issue I had, and didn’t have to worry about judgment. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And the one I was willing to risk it all for.

But, of course, this wasn’t the cliche teenage movie, and the best friend never gets to be the love interest. I loved him and he didn’t love me back. I’d always been and always will just be the best friend, nothing more. He was the one, but I wasn’t his.

My thoughts are suddenly clouded by what happened earlier, images of him lying on the turf flashing back into my mind.

“So,” I begin. “What happened out there?”

His facial expression changes from gentle bliss to discomfort in a matter of milliseconds. “Erm, well, I was focusing in on something other than the game, that I probably shouldn’t have.”

“Um, what were you focusing on?” I query, curiosity blazing through me.

He looks down at his soaked cleats, mumbling something under his breath really fast.

“You know, I’m not a werewolf, so I don’t have enhanced hearing like you do. So, I didn’t catch any of that.”

His chest and shoulders raise as he heaves in a breath, then reiterates what he just said, but slower and louder. “I was listening to you and Theo.”

“What?” I question, disbelief lacing my tone. I had to have heard that wrong.

“You were, erm, flirting with him. And i know I really shouldn’t mind that because, I mean, you’re not mine or anything, but he’s a bad guy and you deserve better, likemaybesomeonelikemeifthatsokay.”

My heart begins to pound in my chest, surely loud enough that even non-supernaturals could hear. That time, I must’ve heard wrong, because the words that just spilled out of his mouth had to be a figment of my imagination.

I must’ve been in shock for a long time, because Liam looks back up, probably wanting me to say something, anything.

“Li, I don’t know how to res-”

“No, it’s fine, Y/N. I get it you don’t like me like that, but whenever you say Li, goddamn, please can you stop that because every single time you say that I want to fucking kiss you so bad,” he interrupts me, and somehow during it, he gets closer, his hands gently holding onto mine.

I look down at our intertwined fingers and Liam follows my gaze, his eyes going wide and trying to pull away, but I stop him.

I hold onto him and his eyes look back up to me frantically. “But, I thought th-”

“Li, do you want to kiss me?” I ask, the possibility of him saying what I want him to say causing my body to gravitate even closer to him, if that was even possible.

“Yes,” he replies sheepishly, blushing a bit.

“Then do it.” And he does just that.

Without letting another second pass, he reaches out and grasps my chin, pulling my face towards his. The kiss is delicate, his lips tasting of sweat, but I couldn’t care less.

“So you don’t like Theo?” Liam asks, unsure.

“No, Li,” I answer, gouging his reaction to the nickname, which he previously declared made him want to kiss me.

He groans, licking his lips. “Now, you’re just saying it to mess with me.”

“Li, why didn’t you kiss me sooner?”

“I didn’t know you liked me back.”

“That’s what I thought, Li.”

“Fuck, stop doing that.”

“Li, Li, Li, Li,” I laugh, as his face morphs into playful anger, a smile plastered on his face.

“You’re so gonna get it, Y/N,” he yells. I run away, still laughing, dropping the towel somewhere on the tiled floor behind me.

Strong arms hug me from behind, Liam picking me up and swinging me around as I kick my legs up in the air like a child. After a while, he drops me back down. I turn around to face him and stand on the tip of my toes, grabbing the side of his face in my hand and planting my lips on his.

Being short had its hurdles, but this one, I didn’t mind. I finally had the one and somehow, I was his.