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Andreil & Baking

Yesterday I posted about craving chocolate chip cookies, which lead me to crave an andreil baking hc and thought of how nice it would be. Sooo I wrote one? Just for my own self indulgence. That and I’m not sure if I’ve seen many andreil & baking scenarios? Anyway enjoy and sorry if it’s a bit shitty. 

Confession: Originally it was just Andrew & Neil. Until I remembered Neil doesn’t like sweets & I cursed myself wildly at my ignorance.



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“Are you sure this is right?” Neil asks Andrew, cocking his head at the mixture of flour and egg inside the bright fluorescent orange bowl. Neil isn’t used to baking. Most meals he had were cold slices of left over pizza or burgers from whatever restaurant was the most convenient. So the idea of taking all these base ingredients to actually create something that should turn out to be as Nicky said “Unfathomably delicious”, was entirely a foreign concept, especially to someone who more or less didn’t harbor or tolerate sweets of any sort. But Andrew sat atop the counter a few feet away, legs dangling over the wooden cabinet doors, his nose buried in the cookbook they were using.

Andrew flicks a chocolate chip from the bag next to him, into his mouth before looking unconcerned at Neil.

“Well it’s certainly not wrong. I mean,” Andrew flips the book towards Neil and points to the title. “..not like it says auto repair manual.” He answers matter of fact.

Neil huffs out an annoyed breath and stops stirring the wooden spoon in his hand before addressing Andrew again.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Neil says, more frustrated than anything else. Andrew had to understand his unease with this newness of baking. This uncharted territory in Neil’s ever expanding world voyage of things he’s already done and things he never had a chance to enjoy. Something as simple as baking cookies like this was not common in the Wesninski household. He was too busy mixing hair dye and assuming new identities than he was busy with mixing eggs and sugar and flour together to create a taste of comfort, of warmth and sweetness that tasted of safety and reassurance. There had never been time for those intangible feelings. If there had, perhaps his sweet tooth would be as insatiable as Andrew’s.

“No? Then what did you mean?” Andrew stares, his legs swinging still, the gap between his legs to the ground makes Neil smile.

“Stop it.” Andrews golden gaze levels his. “What did you mean?” Andrews eyes focus on him like a cat catching sight of movement in a patch of tall grass. Focused. Insistent.

Neil’s smile doesn’t fall when he answers Andrew. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m going to mess this up.” Neil remembers the honesty they agreed upon. Truth for truth. He figures it’s the best path to take right now.

Andrew folds the book face down in his lap. Reaching over, he grabs a few more chocolate chips from the bag, popping them in his mouth again before addressing Neil’s confession.

“There’s nothing to mess up. I’m reading off every step required. You’d have to be truly incompetent to think that it’s possible to mess up, all things considered. Unless you don’t trust my directions.” Andrews voice curls into a tone usually reserved for the other foxes, his walls slowly sliding up, his eyes slit to harden hues of topaz.

Neil back peddles, tripping over the right words to stop Andrews wall from locking into place.

“ No..” Neil closes his eyes, gripping the bridge of his nose with his right hand that is covered in flour after one too many zealous strokes of the mix.

“No you don’t trust-” Andrew starts but Neil cuts him off before he can continue to interpret his unfinished comment.

“No. That isn’t what I meant. I just, I’m nervous, okay? You say this is simple and I truly want to believe that but nothing is ever as black and white as it seems and even in it’s simplicity, there’s room for error.” Neil admits.

There’s a thunk sound, the shuffle of feet heading closer to him. Neil turns his head and finds the 5ft blonde beside him, staring into the mix. He sets the cookbook face up on the counter, visible to both Andrew and Neil.

“Okay.” Andrew tells him. “Hand me that measuring cup there.” Andrew flicks his head over to the pile of measuring cups to his right. Neil grabs the nearest one and offers it to Andrew.

The roll of Andrews eyes eludes Neil to the realization of having already messed up again. “What is that?” Andrew asks him.

“Um. The measuring cup you asked for?” is the only answer Neil has because it was the only answer it could be.

“Wrong. I swear, I’d be afraid too if I were you. You are oblivious.”

Neil’s brows furrow, confusion twisting into his face. “But you asked me for the measuring cup?” Neil defends.

“This is a 1/3 cup. I need the 1 cup. But you’d know that if you’d look at the instructions in front of you. That’s step 1.” So Neil leans over the counter, scouring the page for the step they were currently on. Finding that in fact it did say 1 cup and not 1/3. But could it have hurt Andrew to specify for once in his life?

“I’m not psychic.” Neil spits back. Using Andrews own words he’d once used against Neil.

“Clearly not, other wise you’d realize I have about 2% patience left with you. You’re clearly not a very avid reader either, otherwise you’d know to look at the directions before freely reaching for whatever measuring utensil is available first.

Neil plucks back the incorrect measuring cup from Andrews hand, his fingers barely brush Andrews but the roughness of them eases some of the uncertainty in his chest.

Tossing the cup back onto the pile, Neil grabs the matching orange measuring cup that is clearly marked 1cup and hands it to Andrew. It takes less than 2 minutes as Neil watches Andrew step in and fill the cup with sugar, pouring it into the bowl. Neil reaches for the spoon again to start mixing but then Andrew is repeating his last step of filling the cup again and dumping a second cup of sugar into the mix.

Neil feels flabbergasted, why would he intentionally try to sabotage these? They were for a Foxes fundraiser that Renee helped set up with a few of her acquaintances from a local church. It had been a good idea. Getting their name out there, not to mention the publicity that the notoriously delinquent Foxes were partaking in a charity fundraiser.

"I can read your face Josten. Trust me, I didn’t mess it up. You’ll see.” Andrew tells him confidently.

“But you just doubled the required amount of sugar? Isn’t that going to mess up the rest of the ingredients in the recipe??” Neil asks him, honestly curious.

“I said trust me.”

Neil nods, closes his mouth to hold in any more comments. Andrew asked, no told him to trust him. He had yet to fail Neil but he began to seriously doubt how well these cookies would turn out.

After 45 minutes & 375° later, a rack of 16 moist and chewy chocolate chip cookies sit, cooling off. They wait a few minutes before Andrew grabs one of the cookies, the middle slightly buckling from the weight of the chocolate chips (also doubled thanks to Andrew).

Andrew hands the cookie over to Neil with a “here eat this.” As if Neil were Andrew’s personal royal food tester, searching for any poisons.

“You know I don’t like sweets.” Neil reminds him. An irritated sigh escapes Andrew lips.

“That’s right. Pity.” Andrew tells him. Just then, as if on cue, Matt walks around the corner into the kitchen. Last Neil knew, Matt had gone over to the girls room to help Dan and Renee since Allison had refused to get dirty the $200 manicure she’d just gotten done.

“Matt will try it. Ask him.” Neil suggests, gesturing to him as he walks closer.

“I asked you. I didn’t ask him.” Andrew retorts.

“Yeah, and I told you no. Sugary sweet things do not tempt me in the slightest.”

Andrew looks at him a beat before returning with “You like kissing me.” A fact, no question behind it.

“I don’t see the relevancy to that in this situation.” Neil lies. Clearly Andrew was referring to the kisses they shared and how Neil never turned those down. And yeah, he didn’t.  Andrews kisses were sweet but it wasn’t the same kind of sweetness. They were welcomed. That sweetness didn’t turn and twist unpleasantly in his stomach later.

“Hey Matt, will you try this?” Neil calls over his shoulder. Matt, who hadn’t said anything, trying to keep off Andrew’s radar even just in passing, looks up beaming when Neil asks.

“Oh totally. Is this your contribution for the fundraiser?” Matt looks to Neil and then to Andrew, whose eyes were still lingering on Neil.

Neil nods his head yes, taking the cookie from Andrew before turning toward Matt, cookie outstretched.

Matt accepts it, lifting it to his mouth wrapping his lips around it. Neil braces for the worst after Andrew’s impromptu and hastily doubled ingredients but Neil is shocked when Matt’s face lights up excitedly before taking another large bite.

“This is amazing.” Matt’s jumbled words spill out of his mouth, along with a few cookie crumbs, staring at Andrew & Neil in awe. Visibly taken aback that they could create something so unbelievably good.

“Dude, I need the girls to try these. These are going to be so dope at the the fundriasier. You might want to make an extra batch!” Matt tells them. “Do you care if I grab another to take next door?” He asks.

A “No” and a “Yes” simultaneously fill the air. Matt freezes because the “Yes” came from Andrew.

“It’s fine Matt. Go ahead, you helped us so you have earned another.” Neil tells him. Andrew stays silent, which Matt takes as permission to do as Neil said. He pockets another cookie and heads out the same way he came in.

“Seriously, these are fantastic. They’ll be a hit tomorrow.” Are Matt’s last words before he vanishes back outside.

“I told you to trust me.” Andrew tells Neil. His face as stoic as ever, it’s only the flicker of a lightness in his eye that Neil can tell Andrew is pleased with Matt’s reaction.

“But. How did you.. You didn’t follow the directions though. You improvised, how did you know they would turn out so great?” Neil asks

“Sometimes the best things in life call for new plans of direction.” Is Andrews only reply.

Neil knows Andrew is talking about more than just baking. Their whole lives were built on forming plan A’s, plan B’s and plan C’s. Sometimes D’s & E’s, sometimes more.

Andrew turns to leave but Neil calls out a “where are you going?” before Andrew stops, turns and walks back up to Neil. “I’ve got some things to take care of. Box those up and start another batch, but this time follow the directions exactly as they’re written.” Andrew reaches behind Neil, grabbing a cookie for himself and taking a bite of it.

Neil stares at Andrew, perplexed.

A fraction of a smirk slips onto Andrews mouth, invisible to the untrained eye. But Neil’s eye had been trained, fixated on Andrews mouth for long enough to spot each time one of these almost smiles appears.

“This batch is mine. I trust you can handle the rest from here on out. You completed your first real baking challenge Josten. Congratualtions, you didn’t fuck it up. Now prove you can repeat this success.” Andrew’s hand lifts to the corner of Neil’s mouth and wipes away what must be a smudge of chocolate that he inevitably smeared on himself. Without hesitating, Andrew brings his thumb up and slips it into his mouth. Neil sees a flicker of his tongue swirl around it, cleaning it off successfully.

“See you later, maybe. Don’t forget, Renee said to bring two dozen of them.”

And with that, Neil watches Andrew exit out the door, leaving him with a new fondness for baking and a secret plan to “accidentally” share Andrew’s batch of cookies with the other Foxes once he finishes the next two. Batches he was already planning on using those improvised two cups of sugar on, going against Andrew’s instructions .

Neil was aware that Andrew liked to play these little games of his but Neil was getting better and better at playing them too.

First Sleep over with Josh (Fluff) Imagine

Originally posted by youareoutofmymind

Requested: Yes

Anonymous: Can you do one about the first time you sleepover with josh (just fluffy) and his guy friends all give him a hard time about it when they find you two the next day 

Word Count: 1,124

Boy: Josh Dun

A/N: This is acutally my first TOP writing! Send in more if you all want! :)


Josh was lying on the couch waiting for you to get out of the bathroom since you were changing into your pajamas, he was scrolling through his phone listening intently for the squeaky door to indicate that you were done. He set down his phone right when he heard that sound of the door opening, “I put in a movie if that’s alright, well I hope you are alright with Shrek,” He admitted giggling nervously, till you walked out into the living room wearing a twenty one pilots shirt with a pair of plaid pants with fuzzy socks. “Damn,” He whispered underneath his breath at the sight of you, your face clear of any make-up, though he thought that you looked better without any.

“Shrek is fine,” You mumbled trying not to blush at how Josh was staring at you, it was nothing special (you thought at least) that he was staring at. You were in PJ’s, no makeup on and your hair down, he stood up from his crouched position in front of the TV. It was the first time spending the night over at Josh place, and you weren’t just nervous but terrified; what if you farted in your sleep while he was still awake? Or you had a bloody nose ruining his couch and/ or bed?!

Or the worst of the worse, started the bloody river at night?

A shaky breath escaped past your lips, you were trying so hard in calming yourself down but the many bad cases playing in your head was not helping in anyway. Till you noticed what Josh was doing in front of you, “Are.. Are you making a fort?” You questioned him baffled by what he was doing right now, he was grabbing chairs from the table and blankets from the floor. Putting them all together with some patience, with a chuckle you stand up helping him with weighing down the blankets and setting up the inside of the fort.

The both of you step back observing the creation that took a little over an hour, the fort was filled with pillows and blankets. The outside was guarded with chairs and some plants, “It looks amazing,” Josh spoke finally breaking the silence between the two of you, during the whole process of making it neither of you had spoke to one another. Working around one another or observing watching intently at what the other was doing and helping them pick out a better way to make the fort better. “We did good,” You admitted holding up a hand for him to high five, a large grin graced his face. Clapping his hands together rubbing them before grabbing the bowl of chips and the case of Kool-aid on the counter, hunching down army crawling into the fort.

“It is amazing in here along with really warm!” He exclaimed poking his head out the entrance waving a hand in for you to follow suit.

Bending down hearing the joints in your legs popping, “Ow that sounds like that hurts,” Josh spoke up from inside the fort, “Just kind of, unless they lock up than it hurts twice as bad.”

“Okay, are you all comfy and ready for some Shrek?!” Josh pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with the music. You brought one of the pillows up front, bringing it up towards your chest for comfort and to rest on. “Chip?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

After Shrek was over Josh let you pick out the next movie, choosing Lady and The Tramp for the second one. You knew the movie by heart since your brothers and sister always wanted to watch it when you all were younger, a yawn breaking over the part where the beaver was helping out. “You tired? We could go to bed,” Josh whispered towards you stuffing his mouth with more chips, with a shake of the head you reached over and took another kool-aid twisting off the top and downing it in one gulp.

“I’m good,” Though you knew that in any moment you were going to be passed out, or at least that was what you had thought. You both made it past three other movies, till it came down to talking about anything.

“This is so clique,” Josh broke the silence between the two of you, a had to admit it was clique. The both of you in a fort made of blankets and guarded by plants and chairs, with the disney music of the credits in the background empty bottles lying around on the floor. “But it’s cute and kind of different,” You told him cuddling into his chest, blinking a couple of times fighting the sleep that wanted to take you.

“It is, and I’m happy the first night we spent together was like this,” Josh admitted bringing you in more towards him, his breathing becoming more slower, till you heard light snores. With a final deep breath you closed your eyes accepting sleep.

The giggling is what woke you up first, and than the sound of pictures being taken from outside the fort that Josh and Yourself both made. “It’s kind of cute,” You heard from outside the fort, shooting up from lying down on Josh chest, it was Tyler you heard. “Oh, someone is awake,” You heard another person say, Brendon.

“Sup Y/N, Josh. Did you guys have a fun and wild night?!” Tyler joked holding up the Disney DVD cases in the air, laughing a little harder at Josh messy hair and disoriented self. His yellow hair sticking up every direction, with a groan he fell back into the pillows that were on the other end of the fort. “Wait for us!” Brendon hollered climbing in after him, trying not to step or bump into you as you crawled out, Tyler following suit after him. There were shouts of protest and of annoyance, “Hey Y/N!?” Jenna greeted you though with the way she said it she was about to ask a question till Sarah beat her to it.

“Why are there Plants in front of the fort and on the sides?” Sarah asked pointing at the plants that were on either side and indeed in front of the fort.

How were you going to tell them that yourself and Josh put them there to ward off the Ghosts that were after the both of you. Or at least that’s what the both of you made up in your heads when you heard something fall late at night.

“They are to ward off the Ghosts!” Josh hollered from within the fort, yarning laughter and jokes from the guys and questioning but not going to ask any further expressions from Sarah and Jenna.

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Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

First Smut of 2017!!!!! Whoo, Happy New Years everyone :) I hope you guys had a great Christmas and New Years. So in celebration of the new year here is some Michael smut, this would have to be my favourite smut that I’ve written so far. Shout out to that Anonymous person who said they liked my smuts, you made my day so thank you.

warning: smut

word count: 2500+

summary: Michael catches you touching yourself to him and decides to give you a hand.

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Young!Reader x Clary /  Young!Reader x Jace


“We could ask Luke if he or the packs seen anything?” Alec offered as they walked together, planning to head out and mill around to see if anything interesting popped up.

“It’s after school (Y/N) will be back from school, we’ll have to stop by a toy store unless you want to take her with us?” Jace muttered as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“I told you not to give her a toy every time you saw her.” Alec chuckled although he knew for a fact that most of Max’s clothes had been handed down to you and he’d enjoyed watching your face light up when he’d given you some of them.

“I know but the kids cute.” Jace grumbled.

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Meet Cute-Brett Talbot

Teen Wolf Imagine:#128

Word Count: 815

Warnings: None whatsoever

Summary: Reader and Brett meet for the first time.

A/n: Both the reader and Brett are both in their 20′s. Idk what y’all are talking about Brett didn’t die. (can’t die if you don’t watch 6.13!)

@joeynihil Brett????

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Dancing. I JUST WANT THEM TO DANCE TOGETHER ALWAYS

“Dance with me.”

Aaron looked at Robert, eyebrows raised. “You can’t be serious.”

Robert stood, hands on hips, giving Aaron an unfailingly bright grin. ‘I’m 100% serious, actually,” he said, holding out a hand for Aaron to take. He was wearing a new, a new one, a bright blue number that had set Aaron’s heart on edge from the moment Robert had tried it on at the tailors in Leeds, Robert doing overenthusiastic twirl, after twirl, as he’d tried on half the suits in the shop.

He looked good, though. Robert always looked good, of course, but he looked even better than usual tonight, white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, a purple tie pulled loose at his neck, cheeks flush from the summer breeze, and the champagne he’d been necking.

Robert loved a good wedding, and well - Sam and Lydia’s had been one to remember.

“I don’t dance,” Aaron pointed out, beer bottle held halfway to his lips as replied. They’d ducked outside the packed village hall for a break, the Dingle madness even more overwhelming than usual.

“No one is going to see you dance here.”

“I don’t dance, Robert.”

Robert rolled his eyes, taking the beer bottle from Aaron’s grip, setting it down on the windowsill before he tugged Aaron into a standing position, holding him close. “You promised me a first dance at our second wedding, and you didn’t do it,” he said, trying to force Aaron into some semblance of a dancing position, a hand on Aaron’s waist, the other holding Aaron’s hand aloft, as though they were going to do a waltz.

In Robert’s dreams, maybe.

Aaron snorted in response, freeing himself from Robert’s grasp so he could sling his arms around his husband’s shoulders, falling into step with Robert’s swaying. “You were busy, weren’t ya? Faith kept you well occupied.”

“Please don’t remind me,” Robert grimaced. “I can’t believe you made me do a slow dance to an Adele song with your gran.”

“Best part of the whole day,” Aaron grinned. This close to Robert, even in the dusk, he could see every freckle, every detail on his husband’s face, right down to the tiny little scar above his right eyebrow, the one that wasn’t really even noticeable unless you got up close and personal with him like this.

Aaron noticed. He’d always noticed the little things about Robert, the tiny, insignificant things that made his husband, his.

“Sam’s really happy,” Aaron murmured, the two of them swaying on the spot, the eclectic playlist Sam and Lydia had put together switching between pop-y dance tunes, and old eighties music, the kind Robert loved to blast as he made them dinner.

“Weddings are supposed to be the happiest day of your life,” Robert hummed. “Ours was, you know. Happiest day of my life.”

“Really?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Cain forgot to get the flowers, me mum got bladdered before we even got to the speeches, and Liv nicked a fifty from your wallet before we even got to the registry office.”

Robert couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, but regardless of everything that went wrong - I got to stand up in that registry office and get another chance with you. That means everything to me, you know, that you’d forgive me, after everything.”

“I love you,” Aaron said, sincere, pausing in their mindless swaying for a second so he could focus on Robert, focus on what he needed to say. “I love you, Robert. No matter whats happened in the past, I love you, and that’s all that matters. That’s why we’re here now.”

“At Sam and Lydia’s wedding?” Robert raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be dense,” Aaron rolled his eyes. “We’ve been married nearly a year, Robert. We barely made it a few months, the first time around.”

“Don’t talk about that now.”

“I want to, because I want you to understand how much better we are now,” Aaron said, fingers aimlessly running through the blond hair at the back of Robert’s neck, dipping beneath his shirt collar to trace patterns on Robert’s skin.

“You think we’re going to make it this time?” Robert asked quietly, urging Aaron to dance again, the two of them swaying in a circle, moving from foot to foot in the closest they’d ever get to dancing, really.

Aaron pressed a kiss to Robert’s lips, letting the embrace linger for a second or two before he replied. “I think we’re going to make it forever, you and me.”

Gum for Griff

This solely exists because watching Griff chew that gum was an enjoyment all its own hahaha.  Griff x Reader


Griff is just stepping out of his car when you come walking around the corner, coming back from a quick trip to the convenience store.

He smiles as he leans back against his car, arms crossed against his chest, “You know how sexy you look just walking like that?”

You walk right over to him, one plastic bag in your hand.

Babe,” you whine, one hand loosely covering your face briefly, “You’re starting already? You just got home.”

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In the Heights characters by order of how much they love babies (most to least)

Usnavi: absolutely adores babies, always asks to hold them and baby talks, doesn’t care if he sounds silly, just overall crazy about babies

Carla: loves babies, they’re so cute! and smell good! and their skin is soft! wow! 

Piragua guy: loves babies, making them laugh and taking care of them, very patient with them, can quiet down a wailing baby in seconds

Abuela Claudia: loves everyone equally, including children and babies and they’re soothed by her

Benny: likes babies, especially holding babies, he loves how tiny they feel in his arms

Kevin: gets all mushy when babies are around, tries to make funny faces and is really sad if they get scared of him

Sonny: kinda likes babies, they’re squishy and funny to play with

Nina: nothing against babies, of course, she keeps popping them, but she really love her babies much more than other people’s babies

Camila: liked nina as a baby and occasionally finds one she likes but otherwise, not big on babies unless they’re family

Vanessa: doesn’t really care for babies except her own and even then, she’s glad when her kid grows up and she can actually talk to her and bond with her for real

Pete: doesn’t really like babies, doesn’t understand the appeal, just okay they exist

Daniela: get this thing away from me please

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@heartslogos so this is the only one of the 3 ideas that made sense in the end. Sorry it’s a week late, now I go squeal and scream over yours.


Jason might have a half-penned poem about the grace and beauty of a man arranging flowers buried in his office at the University somewhere. He’d made it all the way to a verse dealing with elegant fingers arranging a nosegay of carnations in different shades of red before Roy decided to blow up his phone with texts. He’d tucked it away with the vague thought of finishing it one day as a gift to the man who inspired it.

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❝ Are you ready, Omega? ❞   Part 5

Plot: Heechul ABO universe (Alpha, Beta, Omega)

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 2,2k+

Genre: Drama, Angst and SMUT!

For zhao-jie-shanghai, I hope you like it!

Parts so far: Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4

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                            AWESOME POSTER MADE BY ILLI HYUNG!

‘Excuse me?’ You asked, choking on your food just a little.

‘Are you sure you are literate?’ Heechul asked, eyebrow raised.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, ‘You have seen my qualifications, and forgive me for being shocked but it isn’t everyday when a man asks you to do something like that.’

‘Yet you are having my child.’

‘That is different.’

‘In what way? If anything, you are renting out your body for money,’ Heechul gestured to you, grabbing his wine with the other hand, ‘And I am not opposing to it because you are doing me a huge favor. But this is more of a request.’

You placed your cutlery on the table, crossing your arms and looking at him sternly, ‘So you need to have sex with me?’

‘Well not entirely just you.’ He confessed, taking a sip of his wine.

You sat across the table from the man you were having a baby with, now he was asking for your body due to some heat? At first it sounded completely deranged, but once you heard the stress and plead in Heechul’s voice, you eased up a little. From what you knew about the man before you, he was a hard worker and never took anything for granted nor did he take any shit from anyone. To be fair, the first time you both had sex, he was gentle but there wasn’t much emotions due to his rules that he set. There wasn’t much romance attached to it, but he wasn’t rough and harsh either. He knew you were a person at the end of the day.

‘And of course I will pay you extra for this.’ Heechul clarified.

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Home Sick | Kian Lawley

Request: Kian: You’re from Australia but are living with your bf Kian and his friend. You start to miss you family and sister? I’ve loved your pieces so far :)

WARNINGS: none


You sat there with your mind wandering as you listened to Corey talking about how wonderful his trip to Australia was, you envied him. You missed for family so much, you hadn’t had the time or money to afford to fly home and then back out to LA. It had been a few years since you last saw them, the last time being almost two years ago when they flew out to visit you. A frown crossed your features as you thought on all you had missed out on; Family reunions, Christmas parties, barbecues, and birthdays. Sure it sucked, but you loved it out in LA and loved the people around you so most of the time you didn’t really think about it. “You okay (y/n)?” Corey asked stopping himself and turning towards you concerned. “I’m okay, can you finish telling me about it later?” You asked getting up from the seat and the island. “Umm, yeah,” he smiled watching you walk away upstairs.

You collapsed on the mattress and buried your face in a pillow. Tears slowly started to soak through the pillow and your sobs echoed throughout the room. The door opened followed by laughter, but it all stopped and you could feel eyes on you. There was faint whispering before the footsteps got further from the room and the door shut behind them. Kian walked towards you, worried something had happened and he would have to kill someone. “Baby?” He asked slowly moving to lay next to you. You shifted to look at him and tried to contain your tears. He pulled you into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your back slowly as he tried to calm to down a bit. He let you cry until you felt the need to stop and got you to slow down your breathing so that you were no longer hiccuping. “I just-” you hiccuped again interrupting yourself. “Hey, you don’t have to talk unless you want to,” he cooed stroking your hair. “I miss them, I miss them so much,” you said pouting. “It’s okay, we’ll see them soon (y/n). Do you wanna FaceTime with your sister?” He asked pulling out his phone and dialling her number. “Hey!” She said happily when her face popped up on the screen. A smile crossed your face when you heard the sound of her voice.

soft-smoll  asked:

How would Gwash,Jmads,and Tjeff act on their wedding day/night

Oh man these 3 boys would be SO ENAMOURED WITH THEIR S/O ON THEIR WEDDING DAY. Like they would pamper them with only the best of the best, and just basically worshipping the ground they walk on. Their weddings would be the talk of town, and everyone would just remember it because of how legendary it was. I can see all of their weddings being in the spring/summer. Spring for GWash and JMads, and summer for TJeffs. 

GWash’s wedding would be pretty standard, but everything was a lot more fancier bc of his status. Everything would be white and gorgeous, and a lot of important people would be there. JMads’s wedding would be a lot more simpler, like an outdoor one with close friends and family. But he would give the CUTEST/MOST LOVING/BEST vow, and everyone would somehow have heard of it. Probs got so popular someone requested that he wrote it down or something (which he refused!). TJeffs would go all out with this wedding, just so flamboyant. It would be flashy, there would be different locations for the wedding and afterparty, and it would go on VERY LATE. 

Ugh their reaction to seeing their S/O walking down that aisle would make ANYONE jealous tbh. GWash would just smile lovingly, outstretching his hand when they get near enough, and saying “Wow, you look beautiful.”. JMads literally would have his hands on his mouth, jaw slack, and eyes popped out. He probs wouldn’t say anything, maybe just a “aksdjf;lsdja” but more eloquent of course.  TJeffs would grin like a stupid fool, looking around with that face that just says “Yes I’m marrying this perfection! Y’all better be jealous!” He also probs would whisper a compliment once they’re up with them.  

All 3 would be constantly making physical contact with their S/O throughout the day/night. GWash’s right hand is permanently on his S/O’s waist, unless he was shaking someone’s hand of course. JMads would be holding their hands, his eyes never leaving them, and you just know he’s freaking in love bc he still looks like their wedding was a dream. TJeffs and his S/O would forever be on the dance floor, slow dancing to whatever music was playing. He probs would be talking to her as if they were just meeting, like, “I have an estate in Virginia.” “I know, Thomas.” “Would you like to come see it with me?” “I’ve been there before.” “Yea, but this’ll be the first time you’ll be seeing it as my wife!” He’d be that guy who would commemorate all the firsts again, but as a married couple. 

Their wedding night will be super vanilla- let’s face it. GWash would just take care of their S/O, making sure they weren’t uncomfortable with anything, and he would be 1000000% fine if they weren’t ready to do the deed. All 3 of them would be more than willing to wait for a nervous S/O! JMads’s S/O would be worried about his health- maybe forcing them to sleep early, but if he could convince them that they were fine, off they would go, doing the deed. TJeffs would probs go all night with their S/O. He’s a freaking rabbit, and he’d get little sleep, but at sunrise the next day he would be at his desk working or bringing up food for his S/O, being his sassy and preppy self. And his S/O would want to slap him for waking them up so early, and that would be the day he realized not everyone (ESPECIALLY HIS S/O) is a morning person, like he was. 

Okay wow, I kind of went a little overboard with this… My bad! But I have so many freaking head cannons, and this was AN AMAZING REQUEST. 

Shield Me (Part 1/?)

Title: Shield Me (Part 1/?)
Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Characters: Steve, Tony, Nat, Clint, Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky, Reader
Warnings: Mentions of rape, violence, automobile accidents, fluff! (for later chapters)
Words: 1546
Summary: Reader has a shielding power that’s relatively new. The team teaches her to develop her powers, fluffiness ensues with Bucky!

A/N: I’m still very new at writing; this is only my second fic. I’m too new to know anyone, but if you want to be on a tag list, just let me know. Please be kind!


The Avengers sat around the conference table, all eyes trained on the screen ahead of them, watching one of the strangest sights they had ever seen. A large man was inside what appeared to be an even larger bubble. He hit the sides, kicked at them with all his strength, and even shot at the sides, but the bubble refused to pop. To the left of the strange bubble stood a young woman. Nothing strange about her, in fact, she was the most normal looking person they had ever seen. She blended so well into the background, that unless they were looking for her, they might not have noticed her at all. She was watching the large man struggle to get out of the bubble. Her right hand was raised at waist level, palm facing the bubble-encased man. The man stopped struggling and nodded to her. She closed her hand, lowered her arm back to her side and the bubble disappeared and the man walked free.

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Imagine – Giving birth to Demon Dean’s baby.

Word Count – 2842

Pairing – Demon! Dean x pregnant Reader, Sam and Cas x pregnant Reader

Triggers – Pregnancy? Uh swearing, and violence.

A/N – I hope I wrote this right, I’m not sure if you meant you wanted the baby to be a demon, or y/n to be a demon. Also hope you meant non demon dean proposes to her and she’s not a demon too at the time. Either way I hope you enjoy.

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You ran down the halls, holding onto your pregnant belly and crying in pain. This wasn’t supposed to happen ever, especially now when you’re pregnant with his child, fucking Crowley.

“Sam! Cas, please! Please, please help!” You screamed, running into your bedroom and locking the door after crying quietly into your hands. You placed your hands on your belly and rubbed it in circles.

“Please don’t come now, not right now.”

You folded your hands and leaned your forehead against them, crying and praying for Cas to come. The sound of Dean’s boots made you jump as you prayed harder and harder.

“Come out and play y/n, this is no fun with you hiding and being a scared bitch!” Your heart broke at the name, knowing Dean would never call you that.

The pounding on the door made you cry harder, till you heard Sam’s voice along with Cas’s.

“It’s me and Cas!” He whispered loud enough for you to hear.

You opened up the door and quickly allowed them to come in, closing it quietly and locking it after.

“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry you’re going through this right now.” Sam said with a hug.

“It’s not your fault, it’s fuck face Crowley’s. I’m going to kill him after this I swear, especially if he hurts little Victoria here, unless it’s a boy if Dean gets his wish.”

You bent over in pain and screamed, gripping onto Sam’s hand and squeezing it, nearly popping his eyes out from being so wide in pain. Cas helped you sit on the bed and laid his hand on top of your belly, praying silently in his head for the baby to wait till after this shit storm was over.

“y/n, I hate to tell you this but I think it’s best for you and the baby to stay in the panic room. I know it’s not you who’s causing danger but –“ you cut Sam off.

“I understand, is there any way I can get there without Dean noticing?”

“I’ll distract him, Cas you take her okay?” You both nodded.

“Stay safe you two”

“You too, Sammy.”

Sam ran out and yelled for Dean, waving his arms in the air as he ran around. Cas took your hand and walked you to the panic room, hearing a burst of water hit the floor along with you gasping. He looked at the water on the floor and at you with confusion, not understanding a thing that’s going on.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yelled angrily, punching a hole in the wall.

“What’s happening?”

“The baby’s coming, Cas. I – I can’t deliver it on my own! What am I supposed to do?!”

“Oh joyful! The baby, is..coming!” Dean’s voice came from behind, making you panic even more.

“Found ya.”

Cas reached his hand up and flew Dean across the room, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the panic room till Dean came and pulled him, making you fall to the ground.

“Oh angel boy, you know I don’t go down that easily.”

He punched Cas in the nose and kicked him in the ribs, walking over to your laying body on the cold hard floor after.

“Dean, please. I know you’re – I know you’re in there! Try baby, try to control this! Try! Think about our baby girl, or boy. Please!” He chuckled evily as you cried.

“Oh honey, he’s already dead.”

“Hey, punk.” Sam said, making him turn around then throwing holy water on his face causing him to scream.

Cas picked you up and carried you to the panic room, locking the doors after.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Cas?!” The sound of high heels hitting the floor caught your attention, Rowena.

Before you could yell for Sam or Cas they were already out of the room, and the doors were locked. Leaving you all to yourself, helpless and the mother of the man who possessed the father of your baby.

“What the fuck do you want?” You breathed out, trying not to scream in pain.

“Well darling, ya can’t deliver the baby yourself.”

“I would before I’d ever let you touch me, bitch.”

“Well this bitch is about to save your life, cause if nobody can deliver the baby you and that baby will die before they even find you.” You looked away and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears roll down.

“Why can’t Dean just be here? My Dean. He was supposed to be here for this.” She placed her hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze along with a sympathetic smile.

You screamed in pain as you felt your body feeling like it was being torn apart. Rowena gave you a pillow to bite onto or squeeze. She got a few rags and a towel.

-Sam, Dean and Cas POV-

Sam tackled Demon Dean as Cas tied him up. They brought him into another room and placed him in the wooden chair that was underneath the huge symbol on the ceiling and all around the chair just in case, so he couldn’t move from that circle.

“Oh, so creative. I’m VERY impressed, dumbasses.” The demon spoke with a chuckle

“Dean’s girlfriend is pregnant and having his child at any time, she is in labor right now, all by herself. You know how awful that fucking is? She could die!”

Dean could hear every word, and see everything. He heard what Sam said, and he saw the demon hurt Cas but most of all, he could see how let down and upset you were. All he wanted to do was help you through this moment, to hear the first cry of his baby.

“You think I care if she dies? She’s a pain in my ass anyways.”

“I know that’s not you, Dean.”

‘Nope, cause Dean’s dead, and your little niece is next.”

Deans heart stopped, a girl. He was going to be having a baby girl. Everyone else in the room froze, even Cas.

“A – a niece? It’s a girl?” Sam asked in amazement.

“Yup, but going to be a dead baby girl soon.” He laughed evily, pissing Sam off to the core.

He read from the book and watched as the demon groaned and laughed through the pain, barley budging. Cas was throwing holy water at him as Sam read till he couldn’t read anymore.

“You stupid son of a bitch, you let my brother go and you let him go now!” Sam yelled in the demon’s face, having a tear slide down his cheek.

“Oh, is little Sammy going to cry? Pussy.”

Before Sam could reply the demon arched his back and bent his neck back, letting out all the evil fly into the air and leaving Dean’s body. Dean leaned forward with a sigh and tears in his eyes.

“My, my baby… My girlfriend … is she okay?” Sam looked at Cas with worry, not knowing how to respond.

“Untie me, now! I need to see her!”

“Dean, she’s in the panic room..” Cas said.

“You fucking locked her in the panic room, by herself?! She’s in labor!”

“We had no other choice Dean! The demon was insane! Sam yelled, untying his wrists and ankles

Dean didn’t say anything and ran through the bunker, Sam and Cas following after.

-Normal POV-

The piercing pain ripped through you as you laid on that hard bed, thinking of how much you wish Dean was here. You were sweating, more than you ever have before. You felt like you were going to throw up, or pass out from pain. Rowena didn’t have any pain medications which nearly killed you, let alone you didn’t trust her at all.

You arched your back and screamed as loud as you could, crying and gripping onto the pillow for dear life. You lost count of how many times you screamed.

“Deannnnn!” You screamed and cried, sounds filling the room.

He ran to the sounds of your screams, banging into the locked door after. He banged and banged and banged, probably bruising or breaking his shoulder, he couldn’t tell.

By the time he got actually got the door unlocked your baby was laying on the towel while Rowena was fixing around the end of your body (If you know what I mean), while you were laid passed out on the bed. Your eyes were sunken in and cheek bones were popping out. You were pale, maybe even gray.

Dean charged at Rowena and pushed her against the wall with anger while Sam and Cas tried to check on you, see if you were alive or not. Cas checked on you while Sam checked on the baby, it was moving and breathing so that was a good sign that it was still alive. He cleaned the blood off the baby while Cas tried to heal you but nothing, he was to weak.

“What the fuck did you do to my girlfriend you bitch!” He grumbled, pointing a gun at her head.

“Delivered your daughter. You better let me go if you want her to live, she’s losing to much blood.”

Dean pulled away and let her do her work. He went over to you and ran his fingers in your hair softly.

“Baby, please wake up. I love you so, so much and I can’t do this alone…please… I’m not strong enough. I need you to survive, I need US to survive. I can’t take care of a baby on our own. I need you to wake up, please. I can’t – I can’t do this alone.”

After about 50 minutes of waiting, pacing and quiet tears your eyes opened, but they weren’t yours. They were pure black with evil in them, breaking Dean’s heart.

“Oh, cut the shit with the lovey dovey crap already Dean!” Sam, Cas and Rowena looked up at you the second you said that, noticing your eyes.

“y/n…no..” Sam said under his breath. He ran to get the bible till you threw him and everyone else against the wall other than the baby. You got up and walked up to Dean with an evil smirk.

“Oh Dean, it was cozy and fun in your body but …. I like y/n’s more!” He squinted his eyes and gave the demon a mean glare, that I’m going to kill you glare.

“If you hurt her I swear to Christ it will be the last thing you EVER do.”

“Hmph, but not if I hurt the baby?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Oh, but I dare. She never wanted to have a child with you anyways, so why not take the responsibility off your shoulders?” The demon walked over to the baby, picking it up gently.

“Oh, you’ll be nice and cozy with us.”

Cas got enough strength to get off the wall somehow, and took the baby out of your hands and Rowena threw holly water on you, making you scream. Sam and Dean fell down and ran over to you as well.

“Cas, hold the baby while we go and try to save y/n, okay? There’s some bottles already ready in the living room, she’s gotta be hungry by now and for god’s sake don’t drop her.” Sam said, Cas nodded nervously.

Sam and Dean picked ypu up together and carried you to room they just took Dean in before. They tied you to the chair as you kicked and laughed, but eventually got it done. Sam started reading from the book as Dean walked around in circles, pacing.

“She’s already dead, Winchester.”

“Whelp, I guess you’ll be next huh?”

“Or maybe your baby?”

“I don’t think so, I’ll always protect my baby girl even if it costs my life.”

Eventually the effect of the exorcism was starting to effect your health dangerously. Which Dean took notice to right away, not to help you were still having the effects from giving birth earlier.

“Sam, you’re killing her.”

“Yeah Sam…why…why stop now? Do what she’s been begging for years, kill her.”

“Shut up, what should we do?”

“We have to finish Dean.” Dean sighed and looked the demon in the eyes.

“y/n, we’re going to get you back, okay? It’s going to be okay. I love you honey now please work through with this okay? You got this.”

The demon chuckled then grunted in pain. Sam read louder as the room started to shake along with the sounds of Dean screaming at the monster inside you.

The black dust flew out and went into the ceiling, leaving the building finally. Your head dropped as it finally stopped, feeling to weak to do anything.

“y/n? y/n, talk to me!” Dean yelled, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up slowly and gave him a soft smirk.

“Victoria…Victoria J Winchester.”

Dean’s heart melted at the name, it was like all of his worries and sadness washed away with the few words. He picked you up bridal style, being easy not to cause you anymore pain that you were already in. Sam opened the door and lead the way to the living room,

You all three walked into Cas laying on the couch with Victoria in his arms, singing her lullaby’s as she slept. He had his coat off and laid it on her to keep her warm, and had her head against his neck. He looked over and noticed everyone there, especially you.

“y/n, are you…are you okay?” Cas whispered, trying not to wake her.

“Sore as hell, but I’m okay.”

Dean helped you move to the couch and laid you next to Cas. He sat on the floor while Sam sat in the chair, everyone smiling happily at the sleeping baby in the angels arms.

“You’re an uncle now Cas, how do ya feel?” Dean smiled, running his fingers softly over Victoria’s soft hair.

“I’m – I’m an Uncle?” You all smiled with nods, making him smile too.

“I feel….I feel great, Dean. I’m going to protect her from the bad, I promise.”

“We all will Cas, she will be safe and happy with a big family like us.”

-Few days later-

“She looks just like her mommy.” Dean smiled at his daughter in your arms.

You looked up at him and kissed him softly, smiling against his lips.

“She’s got your green apple eyes and smirk, Dean.”

“Yeah, well she’s as beautiful as her mommy that’s for sure.”

Victoria grabbed onto Dean’s finger for what seemed like the hundredth time, not that he minded of course. He’d never get tired of it and neither would you. She would always squeeze his finger softly along with a small smile, like she knew she’s safe.

“Listen baby, I’m so – so f-“ he stopped, realizing not to swear around the baby.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you when I was .. you know. I can’t forgive myself for that.”

“Dean, it wasn’t you. I said some pretty rude sh – things to you that of course I didn’t mean, so let’s call it even and done with.”

He looked at his daughter than back at you.

“I was so scared – when I saw how pale and gray you were, your eyes sunk in and cheekbones showing. You looked like you were gone, dead. I have never been so terrified, not to mention how scared I was when I saw your eyes. I never want to lose you y/n, death or break up. So, I have a question for you.”

He got down on one knee and pulled a black box out of the back of his pocket. Your eyes went wide as you saw how beautiful the ring was, and when you realized what was going on.

“y/n, I want you to be my girl forever. Will you marry me? I know I’m a pain in the ass, but I promise to love you forever. And I promise to love this little cutie forever too.” He said tapping Victoria’s nose.

“Yes Dean, yes!”

He placed the ring on your hand, both shaking from excitement. He hugged you tightly, cupped your face and kissed you like it was the first time. After that he kissed Victoria’s head, making her smile.

“I promise to take care of you both forever, my girls.”

“We promise to take care of you too.”  

“We have to apologize to Rowena. She did help you with the birth and all that, I wish I could’ve.”

“There’s always next time, Dean.”

He smiled at the thought, the thought of having a huge family with the people he loves.

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anonymous asked:

Kirikami please! I really liked your last one for them >///<

Aah, I’m happy you liked them!

KiriKami

  • Who said “I love you” first: Kirishima did technically, but Kaminari was the first one to say it in a romantic sense. Kirishima is the kind of person who, once getting close enough to someone, he’ll randomly throw out the ‘I love you phrase’ about anything. You could break a glass plate and he’d tell you that the loved you while helping you pick up the mess. Kaminari, however, believes that the phrase has a lot of weight to it and doesn’t tell someone that he loves them unless they’re practically inseparable, family, or he loves them romantically. The first time Kaminari said it, Kirishima might have cried just a little.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Kaminari, he’s always on his phone and he can’t deny that he sometimes presses the power button sometimes just to see Kirishima’s smiling face pop up on the screen.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Neither of them do, but Kirishima tried to once but he broke the mirror. Kaminari decided that Kirishima could leave sticky notes around the house if it really meant that much to him, but Kirishima lost interest/forgot to write more notes within a week. They still find bright pink sticky notes they lost in the couch cushions sometimes.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Kaminari. It started off as a ‘Look at this really edgy key-chain I found, you used to be into this stuff right—’ thing as a throwback joke of sorts, but Kirishima was so happy about receiving a gift that Kaminari still buys them.
  • Who initiated the first kiss: Kirishima tried to but it didn’t go well and he headbutted Kaminari. The next time, Kaminari initiated the kiss and it went well, no one was injured. Kirishima still gets points for trying, though!
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Kaminari, he always wakes up first. Kirishima’s forehead, cheeks, and nose must be kissed before Kaminari even considers getting out of bed, it’s a morning routine at this point.
  • Who starts tickle fights: Kirishima! He likes hugging Kaminari from behind and placing his hands on his waist, it’s a nice cover-up that Kaminari always relaxes into before Kirishima commences the tickle fight.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Both of them do! Though there’s nearly always a ‘You’re not going to accidentally electrocute us right’ line from Kirishima and a ‘Are you sure you’re not going to cut us both if you slip’ line from Kaminari thrown into the conversation. It’s mostly playful banter. Mostly.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Kirishima does, he’ll randomly show up and drag Kaminari away from his work to go out and eat.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Kirishima was a nervous wreck and Kaminari spent most of the date asking if Kirishima needed to be excused because the expression on his face was not one that said he was happy to be there.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders: Kirishima. Kaminari isn’t going near the insect and, despite being grateful for Kirishima removing it, they tend to argue about whether or not they should just kill it or release it for a few minutes.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Kaminari; Kirishima loudly proclaims his love without liquor in his system, whereas Kaminari becomes a mess of slurred ‘I love you’s and really bad boyfriend jokes— Kirishima’s personal favorite is ‘Is that shirt boyfriend material because holy fuck you’re my boyfriend dude what the fuck we should get more drinks to celebrate.’

There Are People Outside My Windows During Blackouts

By reddit user Nickbotic

This started with my child. She was the first to see them. I feel bad for her; she was the first one to experience the terror my wife and I would soon feel for ourselves. It began about a week ago, and I don’t know what to do.

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The Lex Theory (BVS)

Request: lex Luthor and the reader had been friends for a while and he starts getting nervous and shy around her because he liked her for a long time and sees her around another guy and gets all jealous

Note: I personally don’t think lex is the type to go clubbing but just imagine it, just think about it, drunk lex giggling and jumping about with his messy hair. So I thought about it and this is the love child of that thought and this prompt.

Also I have random names for the friends

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on writing obi-wan? (This is the post mustafar jounral anon)

No two fanon Obi-Wans are ever the same, anon. Neither are all the canon ones, either, honestly. I mean, look how different Obi-Wan is from Episode 1 to Episode 2! My best advice is to watch the movies/shows, read what you can, and make your own assumptions about what he’s like as a character.

A few things that always seem to pop up with him:

*He’s sassy. He will look Death right in the face and tell them to get bloody on with it already, the wait is killing him.

*He will always sacrifice his own safety to help someone else.

*Keep in mind that he’s lost everyone he’s ever cared about (unless this is a happy AU where he hasn’t). That loss shapes him. His exile at the end of ROTS is as much a self-punishment as it is a necessity.

*He always holds himself accountable. Doesn’t matter if something isn’t directly his fault, he will find a way to blame himself.

*Did I mention sassy? Sassiness is integral to his character imo. Get the sassy down good and you’re halfway to writing a good Obi-Wan.

*He speaks formally. He’s careful with his words. Where Anakin would say something like “Shut up and drive”, Obi-Wan would say, “Would you kindly start driving? We’re about to be shot.” (That isn’t to say you can’t have Obi-Wan get nice and vulgar. It’s fun to have a character that’s so opposite that do it sometimes.)

That’s just some. Like I said, do your research and you’ll be fine! Good luck.

Boredom takes over

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Garth Fitzgerald IV (mentioned)

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3743

Warnings: Sexual tension, inappropriate thoughts, dry humping, Sexual frustration, annoyed!Reader, frustrated!Dean, boner, drinking game, strip tease, teasing, revenge

Summary: Dean confesses to the Reader that he thinks she’s the most boring person he’s ever met, and she decides to show him just how wrong that statement is.

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Author’s notes: I wrote this for the AdultSPNJulyWritingChallenge hosted by @roxy-davenport on Tumblr and my prompt was: “Take it off, nice and slow”

Let me know what you think about it, and as usual, I hope you enjoy it! *kisses*

Tags: @vilemalapert @katnharper @roxy-davenport

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You took the shot Dean was offering you, smiling at him before you downed the liquid, feeling it burn down your throat, “So, Dean, wanna play a game?” He kinked an eyebrow at you, refilling his glass.

“Depends on the game, sweetcheeks” You rolled your eyes at the smug smirk that spread across his plump lips, “You wish, buddy” He chuckled, handing you the bottle, “A guy can dream, right?”

You shook your head at him, “What did you have in mind?” You shrugged, your finger tracing the rim of the glass, “Just a simple truth or dare, you up for it?” He seemed to think about it for a second, before he was licking his lips and nodding.

“Sure, too bad Sammy’s not here, I have some pretty good dares for him” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you and you smirked, already thinking about the dares you’d make him do, knowing that he’d never back down from them.

“Rules: if you choose truth and then decide you don’t wanna answer the question, you take a drink; same thing with the dares…okay?” He nodded, a wicked smile spreading on his lips.

“Prepare yourself to get drunk then, sweetheart” You brushed off his comment, you knew he always thought you were no fun, but you were sure he’d change his mind before the night was over.

“How about you start, Dean?” He grabbed the bottle, and poured more drinks for the both of you, “Truth or dare, (Y/n)?” You chose truth and he pretended to think about his question for a second.

“Number of orgasms you had in one night” You knew right from the start that he’d ask you that question sooner or later, and you weren’t wrong, “Two” He raised an eyebrow, giving you his ‘C'mon, seriously?’ look and you just shrugged.

“Wow, sweetheart, you gotta have really bad taste in men…” You couldn’t really argue with that and proceeded to ask him what he’d choose, and just like you were expecting, he chose dare.

“Send a text to Sammy telling him that you think you’re gay” He stared at you for a second and you just smirked, watching him as he grumpily took his phone out, “This is how you wanna play? Fine, just remember that you started it”

After sending the text, Dean focused back on you, eager to take his revenge, “Dare, huh? Okay, (Y/n), I dare you to take off a piece of clothing” He flashed you a wolfish grin, and you had to suppress your laughter.

You slowly got up from your chair, turning around and showing him your body, before you faced him once more and pushed your hand under your t-shirt, allowing him a glimpse of your skin.

He licked his lips, pulling the lower one between his teeth, and subconsciously inched forward towards you. You toyed with the hem of your t-shirt for a while, just teasing him and watching as his pupils dilated.

You had to stop yourself from laughing when you pulled off your t-shirt and he was met by the sight of your tank top, an annoyed huff leaving his lips, “Did you really think I was gonna get naked for you just like that?”

Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing his glass and downing its contents, hoping to keep his mind off of the boner that you’d caused him, “Just ask your question, I choose truth” You hummed as you thought about what you could ask him.

You kept playing for a while longer, the questions and dares becoming more and more awkward and sexual as the time progressed, and you strategically avoided the ones that, according to Dean, where the most entertaining.

“You know, (Y/n), I’m pretty sure you’re the most boring hunter I’ve ever known…” You scoffed, eyes narrowing at him, “What about Garth?” A light chuckle left his lips as he seemed to remember something.

“Oh, he can be funny when he’s drunk…but you? You’re the responsible kinda drunk, which is…yeah” He stared at you, waiting for you to reply, but instead you just got up and grabbed the bottle.

“Where you going?” You kept walking, not bothering to turn around to answer him, “Wouldn’t want to bore you to death, Winchester” That said you made your way to your room, hearing him calling after you.

Dean closed his eyes, shaking his head at himself as he felt like kicking his own ass; again. He hadn’t meant to get you mad, he was used to teasing you but this time it looked like he’d gone too far.

He stared at the door you’d left through for a few seconds, before he realized that you weren’t coming back and got up, grabbing a beer and making his way to his own room, waiting for you to cool down a little before he came to apologize.

You on the other hand, sat on your bed, taking a long sip of the liquor you’d taken with you, because for what you had in mind, you most definitely needed the encouragement or else you’d change your mind.

You took your time, trying to slow down your breathing as you changed your clothes and put on some mascara and lipstick, just to make yourself look a little more awake than you actually were; it was 10 p.m. after all.

Once you deemed yourself ready, or well, as ready as you could ever be, you rolled your shoulders to relax a little and then walked to Dean’s room; the heels of your red décolleté clicking on the bunker’s tiled floor.

You didn’t bother knocking, you knew he was awake and from the sound coming through his door, you could tell he was watching a movie or some TV series. Pushing the door open, you made your way in, and Dean shot up off his bed.

“Look, (Y/n), I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn’t mean to, sweetheart” You didn’t answer him, you just pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of his mattress once more; his eyes still glued to you.

He noticed you were wearing high heels and wondered why, but thought better of asking since he didn’t want to worsen his situation. You turned around and placed your phone on his desk, choosing the song you wanted and pressing play.

Turning back to face Dean, you found him staring at your ass; his eyes snapping up to yours immediately, with guilt written all over them. You kinked an eyebrow at him and he flashed you an apologetic smile.

The song started and Dean’s expression changed from confused to shocked in a matter of seconds when you started to sway your hips from side to side, following the beat.

You moved your curves as seductively as you could, biting down on your lower lip while keeping your eyes trained on his, and you could see just how much he was struggling to keep his own on your face and not let them wonder over your body.

His resolve soon crumbled however when you popped open the first button on the shirt you’d put on, “Oh, wow, is this-” You cut him off before he could finish his sentence, walking up to him and placing your finger on his lips.

“Unless you wanna ruin this, I suggest you shut your pretty mouth, Winchester” He nodded, his hands tightening their hold on his sheets as he forced himself not to reach out and touch you.

You smiled sweetly down at him and resumed your sensual dance, moving to the rhythm of the song and popping one button after the other, enjoying how Dean’s frustration increased with each one you undid.

When there were just two buttons left and the sexy bra you’d chosen was showing, you turned around and placed your hands on his desk, sticking your ass in his direction and wiggling it; a few curses from Dean reaching your ears.

You smiled to yourself when you heard him shifting, and you chanced a look over your shoulder to find him trying to adjust himself in his pants, something which he seemed to be failing at pretty badly.

Your teeth sank into the soft skin of your bottom lip, a gesture which, as sensual as it may have seemed to Dean, was meant to keep you from giggling at his flustered state.

Your hands pulled the sides of your shirt open, and you teasingly let the fabric slide over one of your shoulders, revealing the smooth skin to hungry, lust-blown, green eyes.

Dean shifted once more, placing his elbows on his thighs and leaning onto them to inch forward towards you; his jeans tightening with each look you directed his way.

You had him wrapped up around your finger, and you were enjoying every single moment of it as you played with him, flashing him your soft flesh for barely a second, before you covered it back up.

You turned to face him once more, your shirt now completely unbuttoned and Dean growled, his eyes taking in your bra-clad breasts, and he knew right then and there that he wouldn’t be able to hold still until you finished your ‘show’.

His hands were balled into fists, which he clenched and unclenched rhythmically to stop himself from getting up and taking you onto his desk, a thought that seemed very much appealing at the moment.

He drew in a deep breath, trying to keep himself in check, and watching you as you licked your lips again, and he wasn’t sure if you were doing that on purpose or not, but each time you licked them he had to bite on the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from moaning.

Just when he thought things couldn’t be getting any worse for him, you started walking towards him once more, stopping just a few inches away, and since you were wearing heels and he was sitting down; he found himself eye level with the waistband of your leggings.

He swallowed, his mouth completely dry as he fought to keep his eyes on yours and more importantly keep his hands off of your body. Your hand cupped his cheek and he leant into your touch, still keeping his eyes on yours.

You smiled to yourself, you’d most definitely never thought you’d ever have Dean Winchester, The Dean Winchester, so worked up from just a little dance and some teasing.

Your forefinger traced the outline of his strong jaw, your nail gently scraping his scruffy skin, before you pushed him back a little, and brought one knee on either side of him, straddling his lap.

He groaned as you sat onto him, hands almost ripping his sheets cause he knew, that if he touched you, you’d get up and leave and all of this, what he’d been wanting for, for months now, would end; and he didn’t want that, he certainly did not want that.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you pulled him closer, the tip of your nose brushing his own as your breath washed over his lips, and he subconsciously licked them; eyes glancing down at your red painted ones.

Your chests touched with each breath you took, and he realized he was panting, ‘Damn it, Dean, keep it together, she’s barely taken her shirt off, man, and…fuck! Why does she smell so damn good?!’

You arched your back and Dean had to look down, had to see your boobs trapped behind the thin barrier of your lacy bra. The tiniest of whimpers left his plump lips and made you smirk at him.

“Enjoying the view, Dean?” He hummed absentmindedly, before slowly lifting his gaze to lock it on yours and nod his head, “Yep, yeah…I wanna bury my face between them and just stay there, babe” He wanted to face-palm himself as soon as the words left his lips.

He opened his mouth to add something else, something that would make him sound less like a horny teenager, but closed it right after as his brain didn’t seem to be able to form any coherent thought with you sitting like that on his lap.

“Mmmhm, how about you help out of my shirt, Dean?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise at your suggestion, before he was licking his lips and nodding his head, “Take it off, nice and slow!” He groaned at your words, licking his lips as he brought his hands on your thighs.

Dean knew that you’d only told him to remove your shirt, but he was going to be damned if he didn’t take the time to appreciate every, single second of it. His hands rested on your thighs, as he took in a deep breath, pushing away the nagging voice in his head that told it was all just a dream.

Ever so slightly he moved his hands up your thighs, until he reached the waistband of your leggings resting comfortably on your waist, and he gave it a squeeze, making you arch your back on top of him.

You sighed when his hands came in contact with your skin; the warm, rugged texture of his touch feeling amazing on your soft body. Your eyes remained focused on his face, trying to read what he was thinking about, but all you could really think about was the fact that he was touching you.

He trailed his hands slowly up your sides, huffing out the breath he’d been holding back and sighing lightly; eyes memorising every inch of your body. One more time his tongue darted out to wet his lips, before he pulled the full lower one between his teeth.

You fought to contain yourself, willing to keep your mind on track with what you’d planned to do and trying to keep your need for him under control. You felt so compelled to kiss him, to attach your lips to his and press your body closer to him, but brushed off the thought and steadied yourself.

Dean stopped for a moment when he reached the proximity of your bra-clad breasts and just stared at you, eyes locked on the tops of them that weren’t covered by the piece of clothing and before he knew it, he was inching closer.

His breath fanned over your boobs, awakening goosebumps all over your skin, making you bite down on the insides of your cheeks to avoid releasing any embarrassing noises. His lips ever so lightly brushed against you and you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged.

Dean groaned at the feeling, closing his eyes for barely a second and tightening his hands on your sides, before he looked back up at you. His green eyes darkened with lust as he stared at you, licking his lips wantonly as his gaze snapped down to lock on your own.

He shook himself off of his trance and his hands resumed their task. They caressed your shoulders, pushing themselves under the fabric of your shirt, and then continued their journey over your arms as the material slid down smoothly, leaving your upper half in nothing but your bra.

You’d untangled your hands from around his neck, helping him remove the piece of clothing, and by the time it had hit the floor next to Dean’s bed; you were both heavy breathing. Your (e/c) eyes stayed on Dean’s, silence enveloping you as you did nothing else but stare into each other’s eyes.

You drew in a deep, shuddering breath and chanced a little smile, trying to compose yourself a bit, “Thanks…” He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, knowing that opening his mouth to talk would end up with him saying something even more embarrassing than the first time.

You could see how much he wanted you, feel how hard he was beneath you and the only thing you could think about was ripping his clothes off and running your hands all over his body as he did the same to you. You closed your eyes and willed yourself to stop thinking about him.

It was almost painful to lift yourself from on top of him, a disapproving whimper escaping Dean’s luscious, kissable lips when you turned to face away from him. You chewed on your bottom lip, hoping for your heart to slow down its wild beating.

You noticed the song had changed, and high fived yourself for making a small playlist earlier with a few songs since you didn’t know how long your little teasing game would last. Breathing deeply from your nose, you resumed your sensual dance; Dean’s body leaning back forward to get closer to you.

Your hips rolled, following the beat of the song while your hands slowly caressed up your body, threading in your hair as you tried to look as seductive as possible and heard Dean groan at the show you were putting on for him.

You stuck your ass out as you continued dancing, undulating your body in an enticing way and letting your hands drift down to slip under the waistband of your leggings. Dean’s breath hitched in his throat as he observed you with rapt attention, never daring to take his green eyes off of you. 

Pushing the elastic fabric down your legs, your fingers grazed your heated skin and you forced yourself not to turn and look at Dean, when you heard him curse at the sight of your matching lace panties. A smile spread on your lips and you let your leggings pull at your feet before you stepped out of them.

Still dancing, you turned to face Dean, his green eyes immediately finding yours, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks at the way he was practically devouring you with his intense gaze. You licked your lips, pushing your chest forward and dragging your hand over your thighs, watching as Dean brought his hand on his crotch and palmed himself.

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat, forcing yourself to keep eye contact until he broke it to let his eyes take another appreciative tour over your almost naked body, “This night took a turn I totally wasn’t expecting…”

His voice sounded strained, the tone huskier than usual and throaty, and his lips swollen from his continuous biting down on the soft flesh. You smirked at him, moving to stand in front of him and giving him the chance to look at you up close.

His hands twitched, grabbing tightly on his sheets when you stood between his parted legs, and the sexual tension in the room reached its peak. Ever so slowly, you lifted one leg and knelt on the mattress beside him, working again to straddle his hips.

Dean leant back on his hands, letting you do whatever you wanted until you sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kept watching you closely as he brought his hands to rest on your now naked thighs, gauging your reaction before he was trailing them up to your waist.

Your covered core pressed to his aching erection and he grunted something which you didn’t understand since the only thing you could think about was the feeling of his still clothed, hard-muscled body pressing into yours.

You ducked your head down, brushing your lips along his chiseled jaw until your reached his ear, “Do you want me, Dean?” You whispered the words in a sultry tone that made him shiver, “Fuck yeah, baby girl!” Grinning at his answer, you pushed your body flush to his, “How bad?”

His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you tight in his embrace as he rutted his hips up against you, “This bad!” He growled the answer in the crook of your neck, still bucking his hips up and rubbing onto your wet, dripping centre.

You hummed, your body lighting up with the sensation and your nails scraping the back of his head as he made you bounced onto his lap, “Good…” You stayed like that for a few minutes, your eyes locking back on each other as you ground down on his length; chests heaving with each breath you took.

He leant up towards you, his lips almost brushing yours and you stopped all of your movements, staring down into his green orbs. Right as he was about to close the distance between you, you pulled back and untangled yourself from his hold, standing back up and leaving him staring at you in confusion.

Without uttering a single word, you turned around and went to retrieve your leggings, before you grabbed your phone from his desk, “Wha-what are you doing?” His voice was breathless, gruff and so sexy you almost felt compelled to walk back to him and beg him to do unholy things with your body.

However, you managed to control yourself and smiled at him, “What does it look like I’m doing?” He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it right away and just kept staring with wide, lust-blown eyes. You smirked at his loss of words and walked up to him, placing one hand on the bed next to him.

You bent down and he licked his lips, leaning up to you, dying to finally kiss you, “I believe this is mine…” You picked up your shirt and innocently looked at him through your lashes, “Thank you for your help, Dean” You placed a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth and straightened back up.

He didn’t know what had hit him as he watched you swaying your hips to his door, “That’s it? You-you’re just gonna…leave?” You looked at him over your shoulder and shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to bore you to death, now, would I, Winchester?”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sentence you’d chosen to use again and before he even had a chance to reply, you winked and left the room. He kept staring at his door for a little, before he slumped back on his bed and huffed, “I deserved that. I totally, undeniably deserved that, but…ugh, fuck me!”

He groaned in frustration and closed his eyes, his brain conjuring fantasies about the many different ways the night could have ended as his hand moved to unbutton his jeans since he knew he’d have to take care of the hard, aching problem you’d caused him.

The Love App

Dean downloads an app to find hot women around the states, but he didn’t think he’d find you.


  • Dean Winchester x Reader
  • 742 Words
  • Warnings: I don’t think so

Dean watched his phone, his heart beating as if he ran a marathon, his eyes locked on the photo of you—the girl he couldn’t get off his mind since that night you messaged him. He hadn’t been used to the app yet, unsure of why you were messaging him when he had nothing but a picture of him on the front end of his Impala.

When he finally figured out how to click on your profile, he was hooked. That picture of you in your crop top and short shorts, showing off how long your legs looked and your beautiful smile he couldn’t get enough of. He started asking for pictures, not even dirty, inappropriate pictures, though he loved when you occasionally sent one of you in your underwear, but simple, down-to-earth photos. You with no makeup were his favorite. He grinned every time you sent him a new one, even taking time out of his day to send you a message back, telling you how gorgeous he thought you were.

Chats with you went on for ages. Dean felt like he could tell you anything, except what he did for a living. Luckily, you two avoided asking that question, mostly sticking to anything else but that part of your lives, and he was grateful you didn’t push the question on him like some of the other women on the app, though by this point, he stopped searching. You had his complete attention.

How’s my darling boy tonight?

Dean grinned at the sight of your chat bubble moving, feeling even better the moment he read your text. My darling you had called him, making him feel like a million dollars.

Missing my girl. How’s my sweetheart?

I’ll be fine once I get my feet off the ground. Haven’t heard from you today—is everything alright?

He could’ve lied, he could have told you everything was just fine and that he hadn’t nearly lost Sam to a Wendigo, that the sheriff hadn’t shot his arm, grazing some skin off, that he wasn’t laid up at some motel room, miles away from you. But Dean didn’t like lying to you.

It’s been a bad day. Brother went to the hospital after an attack and now I’m lying here, alone.

Can I help?

Not unless you’re about to tell me you’re right outside my door.

Well… No. Maybe I can help another way.

Dean was expecting another picture of that smiling face. He waited on it, the anticipation causing him to itch all over and his stomach to tighten. It could be a naughty photo. He thought about it, what you might send, like a pose he hasn’t seen before. The last one he got was pretty damn sexy, but that was weeks ago. He hardly asked for them, wanting to respect you.

When the picture didn’t come and your bubble popped up again, Dean tilted his head to the right, wanting to know what was going on. You never made him wait this long, never.

A phone number appeared. Dean’s heart started racing against his chest. He noticed the smiley face you added to the end, letting him know you were serious, it was okay to call you. He’d never heard your voice before, only imagined it in his dreams.

Wasting no time, he clicked on your number and it started calling you, ringing and ringing. Now you were messing with him, tugging at his heart. It was a game to you and all too real for him. You couldn’t know how much you meant to him.

“Hello, my darling boy.”

His eyes grew wide at first, listening to the angelic voice on the other end of the phone. He dropped his gaze and his eyebrows were raised, trying to say something back. It was like his voice was caught in his throat, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t make a sound. Hearing you, your real self, it threw him off.

“Dean?” You asked, sounding a little worried. Dean let his eyes droop closed when you mentioned his name. It was blissful. Better than he ever thought. Then you giggled, and his head started to swirl.

“Hearing your voice just made everything better.” He admitted.

There it was, that giggle. “You’re going to make me blush!”

Dean smiled. A real, genuine smile that he hasn’t put on his face in years. How could a girl from the tiny computer in his hand be so perfect?