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Bygones of the Sun | 01 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 10.4k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Siniy (Chap. 1)

A/N: yaaay! I finally posted part 2! :D The time line will be slightly different than the original CACW, but only by a bit, especially in the next chapter! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah  ❤️

P.S. How do you think alien sex would go with Bucky? ;) 

Siniy: Reader is an Avenger with her good friends, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Alien Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Slight suicidal thoughts. Teasing. Emo Steve lol. Sassy Sam. 

Do you know who I am?” 

You’re Steve,” Bucky replied with a small, nostalgic smile. “Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”

You gently ran your tongue over your busted lip, tasting the saltiness of the blood that formed there each time you did so. You could feel the bruise forming underneath your eye and you were positive it was swelling now. You didn’t mind it, though, you would heal soon. You always did.

Today, you had found out that Bucky Barnes was strong; really fucking strong. Strong enough to catch you in mid-teleportation and slam you into various objects, including T’challa. Somehow, he’d managed to go into full Winter Soldier mode after speaking to a therapist, which resulted in numerous casualties. You were the first one in his way, which meant you got the full package.

You were able to stun him though; you didn’t even have to touch him. Your appearance alone was enough to throw him off. You let out a snort as you realized he’d probably never knew about the modern hair styles, only, yours wasn’t from a dye job. You were an actual alien.

But your appearance wasn’t enough apparently, as he drove his flesh fist into your face, amongst other things. You weren’t going to hold that against him or anything and you would get over it soon.  

“What did I do?” Bucky asked as he avoided everyone’s eyes.

“A lot.” Sam sassed, crossing his arms in disappointment. He hadn’t seen the man for more than three hours, and he hated him already.

He’s a lunatic. 

You heard his thoughts as if they were being spoken aloud.

Perhaps he was right, but that wasn’t what concerned you at the moment. Usually, you could hear any person’s thoughts, no matter how big or small they were. You could hear every single word clearly, but for some reason- you had no idea why -you couldn’t read Bucky Barnes’ thoughts even if your life depended on it. And that scared the living shit out of you.

All you could gather was single words, but the one he was thinking of was extremely eerie.

The only thing you could pick up was: kill 

And he was talking about himself.

You found yourself staring at him shamelessly. you had no idea who this man really was, but if Steve was willing to flat out trust him after what had just happened, then you were putting this all on him. You had no intentions of involving any other people, but the way this was going, and the way Sam whispered to Steve that he “knew a guy”, you weren’t so sure about keeping a low profile. 

“We should get a car at some point.” You chimed in, causing everyone to look over at you. Immediately, as soon as Bucky’s eyes landed on you, his jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes focused on your face, his brows furrowing. You had no idea why he was staring, but it was making you so self conscious. 

Steve nodded, grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it over his shoulders. 

“Alright guys,” he spoke, his voice echoing along the walls of the warehouse. 

“Let’s get moving.”

The gentle rumbling of the small car you were in was the only audible thing. Along with Sam’s game of Tetris on his phone. 

You specifically asked Steve to find a low profile car, but one with leg room so that you could breathe without feeling like you were being suffocated. But nope, as soon as he returned in the little navy blue beetle, you made a mental note to never trust him with cars again. 

You let out a sigh as you heard the same lousy word over and over again, clouding your mind and breaking your train of thought: blue.

And it was coming from one person. 

It was being repeated over and over to the point where you were growing highly agitated. You peered over the seat at Steve, who was focused on the road ahead of him. Sam was playing Tetris on his phone silently, his face set in a concentrated frown. Bucky was staring out the window, but occasionally, he’d send you side glances before looking away quickly. If you weren’t annoyed, you’d find his actions a bit cute, just like him.

It was so wrong, you knew that. However, it was pretty much a scientific fact. Bucky Barnes was really handsome for someone who’s an ex brainwashed hydra assassin of seventy years and you were just looking. That’s all. The way he looked at you in the warehouse confirmed that he didn’t find you attractive one bit. 

But you didn’t blame him. Who would like some girl with unnatural blue hair and matching eyebrows. You were a giant target for bullying. 

But now, the word was growing louder and his looks were becoming less cautious and more frequent, which was pushing all the wrong buttons. Why couldn’t he think about the weather like Steve or chicken nuggets like Sam?

You felt the last of your restraint leave you as you heard another word from his mind.


You ripped off the little navy blue cap from your head and turned so that you were staring directly at Bucky. The man jumped slightly and turned to you, his face in a small frown.

Yes, my hair is blue!” you snapped, your brows furrowing with annoyance. “Just fucking look at it and get it over with, okay?” You took a strand of hair and placed it in his face dramatically and flailed it around. Bucky let out a grunt and craned his head in the opposite direction.

His metal hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand with a little too much force.

“What’s going on back there?” Steve eyed the both of you in the rear view mirror, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Tell your friend to stop staring at me!” you exclaimed.

“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring. There’s a difference!” He responded with the same amount of malice as he pushed you away from him. You grabbed another piece of hair and jammed it in his face, forcing him to look at it. You were so fed up with everything. This entire week had been extremely tiring for you and you were at your breaking point.

“Oh my god,” Sam groaned as he ran his hands over his face. You could hear his thoughts, which consisted of nothing but insults and complaints that were aimed towards you and Bucky, also Steve for not driving fast enough. He hastily reached over to the small radio and cranked up the volume button as high as it could go, much to you and Bucky’s annoyance. You squeaked, covering your ears with your hands as the loud rock music blared through the speakers and vibrated throughout the car.

“What is wrong with you three?” Steve exclaimed, before turning the radio down until it was at a normal frequency. “You’re acting like children right now!” When you realized that you were still leaned up on Bucky, you blushed and scooted as far as you could. He, on the other hand, seemed slightly bothered.

From then on, the three of you were completely silent, with the exceptional complaint from Sam and the occasional sigh from yourself. You were aching all over, but Steve made it clear at the beginning of the drive that there would be no stops unless it was an absolute emergency.

As you leaned against the window, watching the scenery pass you by, you perked up once you heard the familiar sounds of a weather broadcast. Unfortunately, it was only in German, which you had absolutely no idea how to speak, much less understand.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you peered over and rested your chin on the leather shoulder of Steve’s seat. He shrugged before turning the radio louder. Once again, you had no idea what was happening. What if there was a tornado or something?

“I have no clue. I can’t speak German.” Steve confessed with a small sheepish smile.

“I can only speak profanity,” Sam chimed as he gave you a small thumbs up.

You frowned as you sat back into your seat. You were staring up at the sky as you listened to the German forecast. You couldn’t help but notice how dark the sky was getting and it was bothering you quite a bit. What if there was an actual emergency? You didn’t want to get sucked into a tornado or get caught in a hurricane. You couldn’t swim to save your life.

“They’re saying that there’s a thunderstorm coming.” Bucky chimed, causing the three of you to turn and look at him in surprise. “There’s a high chance of softball sized hail and thirty mile per hour winds as well. Also, we should get to safety. It’s not a good idea to drive during something like that.” He included with a small nod.  

After arguing with Sam about the German directions on the map, you plucked it from his hands and set it in Bucky’s lap, asking him to show you all to the nearest motel. 

And to your luck, there was a small, run down little motel just a mile away. 

But to your dismay, it was practically filled. 

“All the other rooms were filled,” Bucky explained as he handed Steve a motel key. A single hotel key, might you add. “All they had was this one, but there’s only two beds.”

The four of you were standing outside the motel room. You managed to grab some snacks and sodas from the vending machine, which you may or may not have picked the lock to get. Desperate times called for desperate measures. 

You raised your eyebrow as you stared at the man. You weren’t shy, not at all, but you didn’t know him at all. From what you experienced earlier, he wasn’t as crazy as everyone made him out to be, but still, you were cautious. You’ll admit now, you liked how he was staring at you, but this was a mission, not one of those bachelorette series from TV.

“That’s fine,” Steve said with a tired smile. “Let’s just get some rest. We’ll leave in the morning.”

What Bucky failed to mention, was that the room was the smoking room, which would’ve been nice if he had given you guys a heads up. You hated how cigarettes smelled, it made you nauseous.

The two king sized beds were covered with stiff sheets and comforters, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to shower and get whatever rest you could before tomorrow. That is, if Tony didn’t come busting in here in the middle of the night and arrest all of you.

Steve unlocked the hotel door and opened it, immediately you were bombarded with the stench of cigarette smoke. You felt a wave of nausea hit you at full force. You covered your mouth, trying to block out the smell, but it was practically everywhere now and you couldn’t stop the bile that slowly began rising up your throat.

You felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder and gently shake you.

“Y/N?” he asked, the wariness was evident in his voice. “Are you alright?”

You felt yourself heaving as you headed straight for the bathroom. You slammed the door shut with a loud boom and fell to your knees, emptying your stomach into the porcelain bowl. 

“On second thought,” Sam called from the other side of the door. “You can have the first shower. Just please don’t puke in there either, kiddo.” 

You let out a small groan, placing your elbows onto the toilet bowl and running your hands through your hair. How you were going to sleep in this mess was beyond you. Maybe if you slept with the window open, that would help? But given the two highly paranoid super soldiers, that was probably unlikely.

With a small, defeated sigh, you gathered enough strength to stand and began stripping off all of your clothes. 

You pulled back the plastic shower curtain and turned the knob, filling the room with the sounds of water cascading down the tiles. 

This was going to be a long night. 

“I am not sharing a bed with him!” Sam spoke, crossing his arms as he stood at the edge of the bed.

You and Steve both let out matching groans, only yours was full of rage instead of annoyance. It was a bed, for Christ’s sake! Bucky wasn’t going to fondle him in his sleep, if that’s what he was afraid of. And Sam, bless his soul, the worst he could do was fart in his sleep, because there had been many times where the team had both witnessed and heard it happen. 

You agrily kicked off the covers, sending them flying off of Steve in the process. You had no kind of sleeping shorts, which meant you were left only in litlte white cotton panties and one of Steve’s oversized shirts, which seemed to only cause more of a hassle. Your clothes were currently in the small washing machine down the hall, which meant you were having to borrow Steve’s, which practically went down to your thighs.

Bucky and Steve practically had heart attacks when they came back room from their gas station run and saw you sprawled out on the bed, watching the the news channel. Steve immediately shielded his eyes, while Bucky avoided yours with any means. 

You hastily shoved past Sam as you ripped the covers back from the second bed and plopped down with an angry sigh. You were so done with his shit. How was he allowed to be an Avenger even though he acted like a pre-teen girl? You had no clue.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Sam sung as he settled into bed with Steve, sending you a shit eating grin and batting those eyelashes of his. You responded with a silent middle finger, one that you wished you could poke him in the eye with.

Slowly, as time inched on, everyone began falling asleep. 

Except for you, you were wide awake. 

You stared up at the ceiling, watching as the ceiling fan whizzed in rapid circles. The only light was coming from the giant neon motel sign, which just so happened to be positioned right by your room. It filled the entire room with eerie purple streaks of light. 

With a sigh, you rolled onto your side. You expected to see Bucky asleep like the others, but to your surprise, he was wide awake. And staring directly at you. 

“Why are you awake?” you whispered to him. Your eyes were focused on his as he stared back with an unreadable expression. The way he stared at you, made you feel so vulnerable and it brought out all your insecurities.

“I can’t sleep.” He confessed with a low voice. You felt yourself growing hot and bothered by the way his voice sounded; deep and full of sleepiness. You felt a wave of arousal grow between your legs as you watched his eyes shift to your lips.

“We’re probably going to prison tomorrow,” you whispered, along with a bitter laugh. “You should enjoy being comfortable while you can.” His brows furrowed as he watched your reaction. You would give anything to know what he was thinking right now. Was he interested in you? Did he think you were pretty? Most men didn’t unless they were into some fetish-y type of stuff.

“If that happens,” he said, his voice growing deeper. His eyes burning into yours. You fought your inner instincts to lean in closer to him. “I’ll take the blame for everything. This has nothing to do with you.”

Just like that, that’s when you heard it.


You blinked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You had never been called beautiful before, much less through someones thoughts and it scared you a bit. Here was a strange man you’ve only known for a a few hours, yet he was calling you beautiful. He was pressing all the right buttons.

You let out a small, but obviously fake yawn. “We should try and get some sleep now,” you whispered, turning onto your opposite side. “Night, Bucky.” You were far from sleepy now, in fact, you’ve never been more awake. You felt as though every cell in your body was humming with some foreign feeling you had no idea how to express.    

But just as you swore you were going to pull an all nighter, you felt your mind becoming fuzzy, your eyes drooping with tiredness. 

The last thing on your mind as you felt yourself being taken away by slumber, was the word repeating one last time in your brain. 


- Fin!

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jadethunderhoof  asked:

Yo this isn't angst but... 2D getting jealous because is flirting with other people despite 2D and the reader not dating? Like 2D getting jealous and being like "why don't you flirt with me" yet he's never said anything to let the reader know that 2D likes them.

A/N: *grace jones voice* thAT;S WHAT I WANTT

Jealous!2D/Reader (Oneshot)

Word count: 2,360

The gust of air condition is by no means unpleasant but it takes you by surprise as you step past the automatic doors at the roller rink, the loud bass over the speakers sending vibrations throughout your chest. Noodle walks ahead of the group, almost running towards the skate counters, leaving the rest of her band mates and you behind. You pull your hands out of your jacket pocket, and look around as you follow her, everyone dressed up in 70′s fashion as it was the theme of tonight. 

You hear a muffled voice to your left and turn your head, “Huh?”

“It’s crowded,” 2D repeats himself over the music, walking up a bit so he’s closer to you.

“Yeah,” you say looking around, “It’s pretty dark in here so you don’t have to really worry about being recognized,” you say turning to the others. 

The four of you meet up with Noodle at the counter as she eagerly taps her nails against the counter, “Skates are half off because it’s Tuesday,” she explains before her skates are handed to her. She takes them quickly before shouting, “Meet you guys in the rink,” and runs off.

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just what you need

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

summary: “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

suggestive language. word count: 1,839

His lips caress the mic almost like a lover, whispered words of lust and promise as his melody sweeps through the dimly lit bar. With closed eyes his fingers strum over the guitar strings almost effortlessly, his eyes roam the crowd leaving him smug as he takes in their reactions. A quirk of his lips and suddenly he’s slamming down on the strings, the noise explosive as his body pushes up against the cold wood of his guitar. His voice is like velvet, sliding it’s way upon your skin and pulling you to the edge of your seat.

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Genre: mature/smut, a fluffy ending

Character: Jungkook x reader

Summary: He needed to clear his mind. And you are his only cure.

Prompt: “I’m not done with you yet.”

Originally posted by jjks

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House of Cards | one

Originally posted by chimneytaels

“I don’t like it when there’s no feeling

When I get the feeling, it’s right away” ~ How’s This, HyunA

Pairing: jung hoseok x reader

Genre: college au, angst, smut, friends with benefits

Word Count: 5,055

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I thought I would add lyrics to songs for each part because the playlist I made for the story is a huge inspiration for where the story goes to be honest. This is probably terrible smut btw, I haven’t written it in a while *sigh* ~ Moon xxx

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This is my first fanfic you guys! This is oneshot and I will be working on fanfics with the other members of BTS. I hope you enjoy this, you are welcome to talk to me in asks or whatever… Thanks to @fightme-bangtan for reading through this a million times and helping me create the story. ILYSM!<3 

Jungkook x reader

Genre: slight smut? With a plot? [lime]

Warnings: lil’ swearing, tiny bit of sexual content

Rated: M but only like, a little…

Originally posted by kths

The music pumped through the big speakers and vibrated through the dance studio. You followed the steps you choreographed for the rookie girl group 2x2’s first full album. This was the first group Bighit had created since BTS, and you were hired as their choreographer. Usually you wouldn’t be into girlgroup dances, and would prefer boygroup dances, but 2x2 were actually pretty cool and weren’t into too girly things either, so things worked just fine. The slow beat of the song were calling for something very sexy compared to the other songs, so you were pretty much at a loss. You had been in the studio for what seemed like hours - you jumped out of the bed this morning and ran to the studio as fast as possible. Choreographers have deadlines too. Your head was starting to hurt from listening to the same song over and over again, so you decided to play some slow Rn’B to see if you could gain any inspiration. Lil Wayne’s Curtains started playing, and you closed your eyes feeling the music. Your hips started moving after some time, and you let your hands roam over your body before squatting down doing body rolls with slight twerking. You fell onto your knees and started grinding on the floor pushing yourself backwards. You felt your muscles straining in your arms, but you kept going before doing a knee glide and straightening your leg in the air, putting it down while pushing your chest up while running your hands through your hair. You stopped dancing and just gave up, lying there flat on the floor. The song came to a halt, but you were too lazy to go do anything when Pink Room started playing.

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Cornerstone: Killugon Fanfic

Cornerstone: an important quality or feature on which
a particular thing depends or is based.

Kurapika loved Metal.

Killua hated it. At least, he hated it today.

It was Gon’s birthday and instead of Killua and Gon going out to the local festival in town to eat all the food and people watch, he’s allowed himself to be brainwashed by Kurapika’s music.

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calfreezy imagine - what a start to the year..

REQUESTED:  “I beg you do a really hot & smutty Freezy imagine where Y/N teases him throughout the whole night of the NYE party and he can’t take it anymore so they have rough 👉🏼👌🏼”

The room was loud, and crowded, and hot. The floor shook under the vibrations of the speakers, where Tobi stood arranging songs. Everybody else was on the dance floor. It was a mess of sweaty, drunken bodies - and this was only an hour in. New Years Eve was never a disappointment in the flat of the Cal’s and the Mr Wroetoshaw.

I took a minute out and headed to the kitchen. In the corner was a table, absolutely stacked with several different spirits and bottles of liqueor. I made small talk with the people around; Josh and Freya, Sarah, Gee and JJ. I then proceeded to pour the liquids into a red cup. As I did this, my phone vibrated.

I pulled the device out of my bra and checked it. 

‘Message from: Freezy’

‘You look hot as fuck.’

I smirked at the text as I looked up, trying to find his place in the room. It wasn’t long before I found him. He stood right by the door, clad in a mustard coloured pullover and jeans. He engaged in conversation with Manny and Simon, however his eyes were not on them.

They were on me.

I watched as his lips moved, his fingers wrapped around the plastic cup. His eyes did not leave mine until Sarah approached me.

“Y/N! Come on we have to dance!”

I broke the contact, looking up at her as she dragged me onto the dance floor. As I finished the rest of my drink - and Sarah’s - I began to feel happier, more confident, warmer. However, Cal’s eyes still did not leave mine. It didn’t matter where he was, or who he was talking to, he was watching me. 

And I loved it.

Cal and I had only known eachother for just over a year, and I had been attracted to him since the very first day we met. Our friendship rested completely on flirtatious comments and subtle touches at dinners. Nothing had ever happened between us, but I knew damn well I wanted something to. And by the look on his face, it looked like he did too.

“Ladies,” Lux approached us, passing both Sarah and I another red cup, discarding our current ones to the floor. I accepted, instantly swallowing as much of the beverage as I could. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“So you and Freezy hmm?”

I smirked, simply shrugging before continuing dancing. I made sure Cal was still watching as I decided to spice things up. My hips swaying dramatically, hair a sweaty mess around my head I closed my eyes, rotating my waist in time with the music. I took occasional glances at the boy. He was still talking, however this time, he was more than subtly unfocused. He bit his swelling lips as he watched me, a hand in his hair. I smirked once again before tipping my head back and finishing the rest of the cup. 

As I made my way back to the drinks table my phone vibrated once again. 

‘Stop that.’

I smiled, typing out a reply.

‘Stop what, Cal? Having fun?’

I watched him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He smiled slightly as his eyes skimmed over the text before focusing back on me.

‘I can show you fun if you like.’

I raised my eyebrows suggestively, placing my phone back in my bra and returning to where Sarah and Lux were on the dance floor. The dance moves continued for about an hour, and so did the drinks. I felt too warm, and was beginning to get tired as it edged closer and closer to midnight. 

“I’m just gonna go get some air!” I shouted at Sarah over the music before turning and heading to the balcony. The air was cold, however the alcohol in my system had control over my temperature.

“You,” a pair of arms rested on the railings either side of me. “Are evil.”

I turned around, coming face to face with Cal.

“How so?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. His eyes darkened.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he edged closer to me. his voice was deep and husky as he gripped the railings behind me, leaving me pushed against them. “Teasing. You’re teasing me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Oh but you do Y/n. You know exactly what I mean.” He trailed a single finger up the exposed skin of my thigh. My breath hitched in my throat. “Exactly. I know you want me Y/n.”

My voice was merely a whisper as I uttered out the words “Do I?”

He leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Well do you?”

Hands still lingering over my thighs he attached his lips to my neck, sucking lightly. My eyes fluttered shut.


“Yes what?” He questioned in a demanding manor.

“Yes; I want you.”

“Say no more. Follow me.”

He gave me a smile before returning into the building. My legs shook, heat rising through my stomach as I followed him through the crowds of people. Eventually he found Tobi. He whispered something to him, to which Tobi shook his head.

“No way. Not happening.”

“Tobi, please.”

“…Fine,” He handed Cal a pair of keys. “But not in my bed!”

Cal shook Tobi’s hand before grabbing mine, hurrying us both out of the apartment. We got into the lift and he pressed the numbers to take us up to Tobi’s apartment. As soon as the lift doors closed he shoved me into the wall, pressing his lips to mine aggressively. His tongue entered my mouth and I moaned. He spanked me suddenly, my mouth falling open. 

As the lift doors opened we didn’t break contact, our mouths still moving in sync all the way to Tobi’s front door. He shoved in the keys and the door opened. We wasted no time rushing into Callum’s office, him pressing me up against the door. I tugged on his shirt and he removed it.

“This.” He pulled on my dress. “Off.”

I undid the straps and pulled the fabric over my head leaving me completely exposed in front of him. He pressed his lips to mine once again. I moaned as his hand found it’s way around my throat. 

“Off.” I muttered, pulling at his jeans. He unbuttoned them and let them fall to his feet. Instantly I moved my hand to his member, palming him over the fabric. A throaty groan left his throat as he rested his head on my shoulder, grabbing my waist. I pulled down his underwear and continued my actions.

“Oh my God Y/n.” He groaned.

I pushed him down onto his desk chair, placing myself steadily on top of him. We both moaned as he entered me and I sucked at the skin on his neck, leaving bites all over his throat. I rotated in circles on top of him, our moans filling the room, the windows steaming up. As his hands grasped my butt almost painfully I felt my stomach tighten.

“Cal-I’m close.”

“Me too babe.”

His thrusts became sloppier as we both let go, waves of pleasure escalating through my body. 

“Oh my god..” I panted, running my fingers over the already forming bruises on his throat. 

“I’ve been waiting a year to do that.” 

“Let’s make it a regular occurrence?” I asked, smirking.


I looked over at the clock on his desk - seven minutes past midnight.

“’s 2017.”

He smirked. “What a way to start the year.”

Requested be @jeonasskook : Jikook fucking to Rainsim. 

((Khris…I’m sorry it’s headcanon-y!!! I didn’t want this to turn into a song fic lol. I hope I didn’t disappoint you!! Also I’m writing this at 3am so I’m really sorry if it’s not my best work!! >.< Anyway, enjoy!!!)) 

- It’s two in the morning when Jimin gets a call from Jungkook. His boyfriend has been at the dance studio since early afternoon, only taking breaks when Jimin forces him to. By midnight, Jungkook pushes him out of the door and reassures him that he’ll be home an hour later. Jimin passes out the second his head hits his pillow. The next time that he checks his phone, woken up by his boyfriend’s call, Jungkook has been at the studio one more hour than he promised he would leave. 

“H-Hyung…” Jungkook’s tone makes Jimin sit up in his bed. He sounds worn out. 

“Baby, it’s two in the morning. Why aren’t you home?” Jimin yawns softly. 

“Could you…could you come over? I think I finally got the steps right, and I wanna show you,” Jungkook claims. 

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Jackson | Shadow Allure

  In which Jackson Wang falls in love with a mysterious girl’s silhouette.

For my Love, @got7-texts<3

Originally posted by vulcanide

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Downfall [01]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,360

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17


That’s the only thing on your mind and that’s all you focus on doing.

Dusk has fallen over this region of the city already, and the street laid out before you is enveloped in its shadows. The only sounds disturbing the still night are your shallow breaths and the flurry of footsteps echoing harshly from each deliberate step on the pavement—some of them caused by you and the others belonging to your pursuers. You try to maintain your pace as you rush around the corner of a tall building and into an obscure alleyway. A good distance behind you, two men are relentlessly chasing after you while shouting profanities along with their winded gasps, driven only by the raw determination to keep up. You turn another corner and slip into an even darker passageway, but you soon slow your strides and come to an abrupt halt, staring at the solid concrete wall before you.

A dead end.

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My Girl

Requested by @nunchiwrites <3

Sorry this took forever! :( I had a lot of different ideas on this so I consulted my friend and she chose this one. And then I got writer’s block like nobody’s business. That’s why it took so long.

Also, thank you to @laineylovegirl for helping me write this and actually writing most of it, TBH! <3 You’re amazing!

Genre: X Reader, Vampire AU

Member(s): Chanyeol <3

POV: First person

Warning(s): alcohol, swearing, ummmm…Vampires, Werewolves, fighting, blah blah blah

Summary: You go out with a friend and somehow end up in a predicament. Lucky for you, someone and his friends just so happen to be there. Also lucky for you, someone is a sweetheart and not an asshole.

Originally posted by starricks-moustache

^Vampire Yeollie in action😂

“Sora,” I whined, pouting like a child. “Do I have to go in there?”

She made a face, nodding her head.

“C’mon, Y/N, we already discussed this.” She chided, squeezing my arm. “Remember, this morning?”

I scowled, remembering the conversation she referred to.

“Y/N, you never do anything fun. You should come out with me tonight.” She said, arms crossed as she looked me up and down.  “You’ve stayed up for one full night, what’s the harm in staying up another?”

“Please, no…” I groaned, rubbing at the bags under my eyes. They certainly weren’t Gucci bags. Nope, those were the eye-bags of someone who had stayed up 24 hours studying and was living solely off of coffee and granola bars. How she thought I needed to party and not sleep, I wasn’t sure.

“What were you planning on doing tonight then, hmm? Why not have a good time?”

“Sleeping sounds like a good time to me.”

She scoffed, shaking her head.

“I’m dragging you out with me tonight, whether you’re awake or not.” She retorted, walking out of the kitchen.

“I remember…But if I recall correctly, I didn’t give my consent to be dragged out to this miserable place. Besides, isn’t this where those blood-suckers hang out?” I asked, pulling my arm from her grip.

She stuck her tongue out at me. “It will be fine. Remember the truce they made with the community?”

I didn’t budge.

“Fine then. Suit yourself. You can just walk yourself back to the apartment, while I stay here, with my car. I’m pretty sure you don’t even know what direction the apartment is in, so good luck.”

I still didn’t reply, knowing that she was right. I wasn’t the best with directions, and it was hella cold outside, so there was no way I could actually walk. And…I guess I couldn’t really leave her alone here, either.

“Fineeeee, I’ll stay.” I muttered, allowing myself to be dragged into the dingy building.

The room seemed to have a pulse of its own, the obnoxious music so loud it could wake the dead. The whole place smelled strongly of smoke, alcohol, sweat, and what I prayed was not actually vomit. There didn’t seem to be a clear square inch of space, people stuffed in every nook and cranny, making out, dancing, or drinking booze, or just being plain stupid. I winced, feeling someone stomp on my foot as Sora dragged me through the crowds of people towards the bar.

“Two shots, please,” I heard her shout to the bartender.

I wrinkled my nose, hoping that she didn’t expect me to drink one.

“Here,” she said, shoving one in my face. Of course she expected me to drink one.

Reluctant as I was, I threw the shot back at the same time as her, closing my eyes as I felt the burning liquid set fire to my throat. I shook my head; somehow, the flaming sensation felt…good.

“Another!” Sora cheered.

After a few minutes and more than a few shots, Sora dragged me off to the dance floor.

“Y/N,” she slurred, pulling harshly on my arm. “Come on, don’t be boring.”

“Sora, I can’t fucking dance,” I chuckled, unable, as usual, to escape her grip.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone will be paying any attention anyway. Look around.” She gestured to the crowd. “Everyone’s either drunk, high, or dancing just as badly as you will be.”

I glanced around at everyone, seeing her point. Most of these people looked completely wasted…except for a man and his friend leaning against the wall on the other side of the crowd.

A smirk played at the edge of his lips as his eyes met mine. I quickly turned my head, embarrassed that I had been caught staring.

Where have I seen him before?

Curious, I took another peek. The man was still watching me, his eyes shining strangely. His smirk was still plastered to his face, which made him look like a cocky bastard, something that usually turned me off. But not this time. His beauty was indescribable, like that of a sunset. His skin was clearly kissed by the sun, tan and glowing healthily. His eyes were dark pools, with an odd tint, something almost…red. It was quite possible that the tint was only the reflection of the club lights, or perhaps the reflection of his fiery red locks. His lips were plump and full, a satisfying pink that completed the masterpiece that was his face.

Like what you see, princess? I swore I heard him croon. But how was that possible? I had never seen him before. How would I know what his voice was like? We were on the opposite ends of a sea of moving, screaming bodies and music that was loud enough to cause an earthquake with the vibrations from the speakers, so how would I be able to hear him?

You must be really, really, REALLY shit-faced right now, Y/N. I thought, shaking my head at myself.

Trust me, babe, you’re not as drunk as you think you are, I heard his deep voice rumble again. My eyes were still locked with his, but I could clearly see that his lips, his perfectly shaped, sinful, dead-sexy lips, hadn’t moved at all.

“Y/N!” I heard Sora scream, and I turned around, pulled from the entrancing man’s gaze. She grinned at me, a knowing look in her eyes. “Who was that you were checking out? He’s attractive, I’ll give you that. And it looks like he was checking you out too!” She grabbed my arm, yanking on it so furiously I thought she would dislocate it. “You should go talk to him!!!”

I stared at her, but before I could move, the perfect stranger was standing in front of me.

“You were taking too long to approach me, so here I am,” he said with a smirk.

Who does he think he is? I thought.

Don’t freak out, but I can totally read your mind.

Shit! Fuck! Ahh, stop thinking Y/N!

He chuckled out loud.

I like hearing what you think. I’m Chanyeol, by the way.

“Follow me,” Chanyeol said grabbing my hand.

He led down an almost pitch-dark hall, but I was still able to see the wallpaper peeling off the walls. I shuddered as cold air hit my face, but for some reason, I felt no fear.

As we neared the end of the hall, I noticed light beaming from underneath a door. The man, or “Chanyeol”, stopped and reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a key. He opens the door and a sharp metallic scent almost knocked me off my feet.

I stood quietly in the middle of the room taking in my surroundings before Chanyeol stood beside me.

”So…you’re a vampire, right?” I said, staring up at him.

No reply.

“Aren’t you going to…I don’t know? Drink me dry? Drain my blood? Bite me? Isn’t that what you guys are kind of known for?” I asked, slightly terrified.

At last, he laughed, a dorky grin spreading across his face. “Of course, that’s what we’re known for. And we do drink blood, sure. But yours? Intoxicated blood? No thank you. Once you’ve got alcohol in the bloodstream, it’s pointless. We can drink, yeah. But mixing the two for us…isn’t a very good idea.” He smiled sheepishly.

“So what are we doing here then?” I ask curiously.

“I thought you might want to relax a bit,” he replied.

“Oh, you mean you’re waiting for the alcohol to leave my system,” I joked back nodding my head.

Chanyeol chuckled lightly, studying my face with his glittering eyes. He turned to face the couch and motioned for me to sit down. He walked to the end table and bent down to pick up his guitar. Sitting on the arm of the couch furthest away from me, he began strumming.

I didn’t know if it was the peaceful melody he was playing or the moonlight shining down on his handsome face, but I found myself moving closer to him. I immediately noticed that his scent had changed. He no longer smelled musky and vicious. No, he smelled alluring and my heart couldn’t deny the thoughts circling in my head.

“Back so soon?” Kyungsoo asked, shooting a glance at Chanyeol, who had finally returned. “I thought you were just going to get a drink.”

“Shut up.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes.

“Apparently her parents made the same agreement with him and now he wants to claim her.” Chanyeol said disgustedly, leaning against the wall again next to Kyungsoo.

“Why don’t I just turn her and we call it a day?” Kyungsoo suggested with a malicious laugh. “That would keep him away, wouldn’t it?”

“I swear, Kyungsoo, if you even think of her blood, I’ll bite the living shit out of you. I don’t care if you’re already dead, I’ll fuck you up!” Chanyeol growled, eyes flashing.

“Calm down, Channie-boy. I won’t touch her. How can I, when she’s got your scent all over her?” he bit back.

“Whatever. We shouldn’t turn her, anyway. Not yet at least.” He glanced over at Y/N, his gaze softening. “So, we agree to protect her?” he asked Kyungsoo.

“I suppose. I mean I can’t do anything else with her,” he replied. “Oh! I can kill her just for the fuck of it,” he said talking to himself with widened eyes.

“Kyungsoo!” Chanyeol yelled. “Concentrate. Junmyeon said the Wolfgrim boys were in our turf last night, looking around for something. It’s only a matter of time before they make their way here. Go find Sehun and Jongin and bring them here. Junmyeon and Baekhyun are on their way already. I told them I found her.”

“Yes, oh fearless leader,” Kyungsoo teased before heading out to gather the rest of the coven.

From the bar, I could see Sora dancing with two handsome strangers. She was a total natural on the dance floor, unlike me. One of the men dancing with her was tall, blonde, and had ear piercings. The other was shorter, but his blue hair looked really cool in the moving lights. The blonde man stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips swaying to the beat seductively, while the other pressed his body close to Sora’s and followed their rhythm, looking deep into her eyes with lust filling his own.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” a voice said close to my ear.

That smell. Why is it so familiar? I thought. It reminded me of Lilo, my pooch, when he had been out in the rain. It somehow made me smile. Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned to the scruffy, handsome stranger standing beside me, elbows propped on the bar.

“Oh, I only came along to keep her company. I don’t really dance…all too well, if at all,” I said, turning away from him, but I knew he had heard me.

He chuckled before replying, “I’m Yixing.”

“And I’m Luhan! Hello, beau…ti…ful,” another voice chirped, a baby-faced man grabbing my hand and spinning me around as he checked me out.

“Enough Lu. Leave her alone,” said a third male in a deep soothing voice, his gaze on me. However, it felt unpredictable, almost as if he wanted to consume me. “My name is Kris,” he said with a slight smirk, never taking his eyes off of me. His expression changed as he leaned in close to me. “Now, pay close attention, darling. You are going to come with us, no questions asked, or my boys down there dancing with your friend, will kill her. Right here, right now.” He said sternly.

Frightened, I stood frozen in front of him, waiting for him to lead me away.

“Kris! They’re here. Let’s go now!” spoke a voice behind him.

“Jongdae, calm down. We will leave when we are good and ready,” Kris said reassuringly, tilting his head slightly to look over his shoulder to his friend then returning his gaze back to me.

“Maybe you should listen to him, Kris,” a man interjected snapping me out of my immobility.

It was Chanyeol, and behind him stood five other similarly handsome men.

“Oh? And if I don’t? Who’s to stop me? You and your shitty brood of assholes?” Kris growled, standing tall alongside his pack of brothers.

“You want to repeat that, lapdog?” Kyungsoo snapped, pushing past his members, but he was quickly held back by the others.

“Are we doing this here?” Luhan said, rubbing his hands together.

“Bring it, Fido,” Jongin replied, motioning for Luhan to approach him.

“If you don’t leave now, you’re in for a world of hurt, Kris. Guaranteed,” Chanyeol said confidently.

Kris closed his hands into fists and I could see that his hands had become veiny and hairy. When he opened them, I saw his nails; razor-sharp and lethal.

Werewolves! I screamed in my head.

Grinning, both groups of men approached each other simultaneously. The crowd of dancers slowly began to recede as they were pushed to the side by the angry men. Many of them screaming and making a beeline for the door. I cowered behind the bar, praying that they couldn’t see me. Face-to-face, Kris and Chanyeol stared at each other with fire in their eyes.

“I’ve come to claim what’s mine and I’m going to take it!” Kris yelled, attacking Chanyeol with a hard overhand punch. His actions caused the other members to attack each other. Chanyeol stumbled but regained his balance slamming his shoulder into Kris’ chest before bringing Kris’ left leg up and violently pushing him down to the floor. His back hit the wooden floor, making a thunderous sound. I was sure that every bone in his body was broken.

The blue-haired werewolf charged towards Kyungsoo and glared at him, only to slap him full across the face, sending Kyungsoo into an uncontrollable rage. He swiftly scaled over the werewolf’s shoulders, flipping him over his head and sending him flying near the bar, breaking several bar stools.

The rest of the men exchanged blows; some knocking others off their feet. Baekhyun grabbed ahold of Yixing’s neck and managed to drive his fist fiercely into his rib cage a few times. Luhan and Sehun were almost a blur. They moved so quickly and when they distanced themselves, they both had scratches to their faces and necks. Jongin had Jongdae in a headlock, but he escaped his grip and banged his forehead on Jongin’s nose causing his nose to flow red. The tall blonde wolf used martial arts techniques on Junmyeon, but Junmyeon was able to block each attempt.

In the distance I could see Chanyeol, mouth wide-open; his teeth glowing from the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, shooting a threatening glare at Kris, who was lying on the floor his arms up in defense.

“Go! Get out of here! You don’t get to have the girl, but I’ll let you have your life… until next time,” Chanyeol said out loud as Kris and his brothers helped each other up, temporarily mending their wounds.

Without another word, the pack of wolves made their exit.

“And stay gone, bitches!” Kyungsoo yelled after them, kicking a broken bar stool in their direction.

“Well done, brothers,” Chanyeol said, wiping blood from his mouth. “You can come out now, Y/N.”

Still frightened, I popped my head up from behind the bar. “Are they really gone?” I asked.

“For now at least,” Junmyeon said helping Sehun off the floor. “We’ll leave you for now, Chanyeol. You should take her back to your place and clean yourself up. Let’s go, guys.”

The rest of the coven followed Junmyeon while Chanyeol walked over to me.

“You don’t know this…but you and I have been going around and around, for a very, very long time, Princess. I’ve always just watched you from a distance and somehow, you’ve always managed to escape me before I could approach you.” He cooed.

"What? How long is a very, very long time?” I asked, my voice strangled as I tried to gt over the shock of everything I had seen.

“Longer than you can imagine. You probably don’t know this, sweetheart, but you’re kind of…mine, really. Allow me to further explain. You see, your parents and I made a fair trade, a long time ago. In exchange for me pardoning their debt to the coven, they promised you to me.”

“Wait… what debt?” I asked confused.

“Before you were born, your parents ran into Junmyeon, the one who told me to take you back to my place. Let me rephrase that… a very ill-mannered Junmyeon. Money-hungry Junmyeon. He wasn’t too much into feeding on humans than he was in the loyalties he could acquire, so he just threatened to kill them if they didn’t pay him a large sum of money. Since your father knew of our existence, he came to see me. Long story short, in order to not create a war against our own, I lent him the money. When they couldn’t repay me, they used you as a bargaining chip. I’m glad I accepted,” he said looking me over.

“But Junmyeon is your friend. He was here fighting alongside you,” I stated.

“Yes, he is now reformed and a loyal part of my coven,” he explained.

“But what about Kris? Why was he trying to claim me?”

“It seems that your parents became quite desperate when they couldn’t repay me, so they went to Kris requesting a loan and also offered you to him as collateral. Unfortunately for him, he was unable to collect it.”

“Oh.” It didn’t entirely make sense to me, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was drunk or if it was just a confusing mess. “Well…I’m yours, then, I guess. Now what?” I asked, deciding that I might as well accept my fate, rather than risk running into those werewolf bastards again.

A smile swept Chanyeol’s face as he walked closer to me. “Now… you kiss me,” he replied, pulling me into a kiss. His lips were just as they had appeared to be: plump and satisfying.

I could get used to this.

good feelings

  • the thump in your chest as the bass of speakers vibrate through you
  • someone rubbing circles on your palm with their thumb
  • getting the pencil sharpened perfectly
  • drinking something really cold or hot and feeling it make its’ way down your system
  • sun against your back
Sealed With A Kiss--Imagine #4

Anonymous said: Hello! I ❤ your blog! Could you please write an imagine where your crush secretly likes you and you’ve spent a really long time thinking that he doesn’t bec he never talked before, but then he confesses to you on prom night? Thankyou!!

A/N: Thought this was a really cute idea, especially since who hasn’t dreamed about dancing with their crush and having them gawk at you at prom? I know I def have. Also, I hope you don’t mind the gay glitter I splashed in for good measure. I couldn’t resist. Hope I did your idea justice. Keep dreaming!~Logan

I stared at the side of c/n’s head. His side profile was just as striking as his front profile. I was mesmerized by the way that his eyelashes naturally curled just a bit at the end, most boys had completely straight eyelashes. His eyes were cast down at the desk in front of him, scribbling notes we were supposed to be taking from the whiteboard at the front of the class. I had given up trying to keep concentrated long ago. Besides this class was too boring to follow anyway and I’d end up daydreaming even if c/n wasn’t here (most likely about c/n).

The bell ringing pulled me abruptly out of my reverie. I was pleading with my eyes for a whole forty-five minutes c/n to look at me. To just once notice me. We’d never spoken before, but I swear I watched his every move. Oh god, I was sounding like a stalker. 

I made my way to the hallway, huffing at my unsuccessful attempts to get him to notice me. It had been so long since I started liking him and not once did he seem to notice me in the way I wanted. It was so painful seeing him joke around with other girls. I was envious of them, they took his gaze and presence for granted. Took his attention, his glorious face, fuck, they took his whole existence for granted. And that bothered me to no end.

“Oh boy, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” f/n raised her eyebrows.

“No, I just ended up on the wrong side of the social clique,” I sighed.

“Aww, babe, don’t worry about it. He’ll come around someday,” f/n rubbed my shoulder reassuringly. She knew how big my crush on c/n was and thankfully had mercy on my poor, lovesick heart and was gentle with me.

I glared at the stupid prom poster facing me from the other side of the hallway. It was tonight. I had reluctantly decided to go with f/n since she was so desperate to go. Besides, it would be fun. She had a knack for making any boring thing fun. But secretly, I had been hoping c/n would miraculously wake up one day, realize he had feelings for me, and ask me to prom in the most romantic way possible. 

Alas, none of that happened. 

As me and my friend walked down the hallway to our last class of the day I looked up, feeling a pair of eyes on me. C/n’s eyes were staring back at mine. I almost fell over myself. He looked away and I mentally cursed myself for not having the courage to try and talk to him.

As we walked past, I stole a glance back. 

“You know she doesn’t have a date,” I heard his friend say, as his eyes bored into mine as I walked away. He turned away. 

I was going to make him regret not asking me out tonight. 


“This place is gorgeous!” F/n squealed, gripping my bare arm so hard I thought she’d tear my skin right off.

We were walking through the bedazzled gym. It was set up pretty nicely. But it was already getting stuffy as more teenagers started filling up the dance floor. 

“Geez, mind taking it easy on my arm,” I grumbled. 

“Cheer up, Buttercup! The night is young, you look stunning and the possibilities are endless,” She smiled brightly at me. 

“I just wanna dance. Forget all my worries,” I managed a smile at my beautiful friend. 

“Let’s do it.”

So, that’s what we did. Before long, I had forgotten all about c/n and was lost in the thumping music vibrating through the speakers. F/n had been lost in the sea of crazy, hormone driven, dancing teens, but last I saw she was goofily dancing with another guy. I had no qualms about her being away from me. Instead, I let myself drown in the feeling of other’s arms, legs, backs, and chests pressing against me. I closed my eyes, and felt someone start dancing in sync with my hips from behind. I didn’t really care who it was. This was my night to lose myself. I was looking like a queen, but that didn’t mean I had to act like a proper one. 

Grinding my hips into the mysterious person behind me, the person let their hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer. I opened my eyes.

And there he was. Suit and tie, looking like a real gentleman, dancing spiritedly with everyone else. A vision in the changing lights of the gym. My breath hitched in my throat as our eyes locked. Recognition flashed through his eyes, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes swallowed me up whole, traveling from my ankles back up to my eyes. 

This was my chance to make him sorry for not asking me to the dance. I kept my eye contact with him steady and intense. Putting all the passion of my feelings into my gaze, I tried to convey what I felt for him. How much I wanted to dance with him, feel his fingertips on my hips, not the fingertips of the person that was currently dancing with me. But this was his punishment. I don’t know what came over me, most likely my frustration from him not talking with me or seeing how much I liked him built up from all the months of liking him. But before I could come to my senses, I intensified my dance, grinding and swaying my hips–teasing, mocking him.

He licked his lips, and his body had for the most part stopped moving to the music. 

I turned around meeting a smirking feminine face. Oh god, I was grinding on a girl. Oh well, I really didn’t mind that much.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t take you for one to go for the girls,” one of the girls in my class who was lesbian quirked an eyebrow.

“I didn’t realize,” I laughed. “I did enjoy it though, you’re a good dancer.”

“What can I say? Girls do it better,” she winked, but clearly had enough of my straight ass and moved onto dancing with a girl I know she’d had her eye on for awhile.

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” I cheered after her. “Maybe I should try girls for a change.”

I felt a calloused hand that felt surprisingly soft also, glide over my bare shoulder from behind. Goosebumps sprang up at his touch, covering the bare skin of my shoulders, arms, and cleavage.

“Boys not interesting enough for you?” a voice whispered huskily into my ear. I shivered involuntarily. I knew that voice, that smell. C/n.

I turned to face him head-on. “No, it’s not that. They just don’t pay attention.”

“Well, I’m paying attention now. Hell, y/n, I’ve always paid attention.”

“Prove it,” I challenged, pressing myself into him. 

His hand smoothly curved over my hip while the other gracefully intertwined out fingers together. They fit perfectly. A slower song floated through the air, and we swayed, but the intensity wasn’t lost between us.

“You love making jokes and hearing people laugh at them, but you always end up laughing at them yourself. You think you were the biggest dork when you were twelve. Your hair constantly annoys you. Your best friend is your rock. You love food and netflix. You waste all your free time on Tumblr. You stare at me way too much for your own good,” He smiled gently. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I was rendered speechless for a moment. 

“Oh, and that dress you’re wearing was made for you,” he leaned in close to my ear, his nose brushing my temple, lips brushing my ear. “You’re absolutely breathtaking. In and out of a prom dress.” 

My eyes widened and I raised my eyebrows, “C/n.” Then his face flushed and he seemed to realize what he’d said. 

“What I meant to say was that whether you’re in a prom dress or just in casual clothes, you’re always breathtaking.” He couldn’t have looked cuter, his blush reaching all the way to the tips of his ears, a sheepish smile gracing his features.

“I’m serious though, y/n. I know I’ve been a coward not telling you how I feel about you, but I’ve noticed a lot about you. But I want to know more, I want to know everything.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” My eyes searched his for lies. I found none.

He brushed a stray hair back behind my ear. Licking his lips, he looked down at my own lips. I could’ve fainted right there if it hadn’t been for his strong, almost desperate grip on me. The passion, love, hunger, and desire clear in his eyes made my stomach churn.

And when his lips finally met mine, I breathed a sigh of relief. My body pushed into his, almost slumping in relaxation as he engulfed me in this tender moment. He slid both hands over my waist and down to my ass, pulling me as close as possible. I gripped his suit jacket in my hands, intensifying the kiss. Our lips molded so well together and I gripped the short hair on the nape of his neck as his tongue slid into my mouth. He groaned at my fingers massaging his scalp with my nails. I never wanted this dreamy moment to end. 

But eventually, we had to pull away. 

“Because I’ve sealed my promise with a kiss. And I don’t play around when it comes to kissing,” He answered my earlier question, lips slightly swollen and tinged with my lip gloss.

“I noticed.”

Proposal - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous.

“What is that?” Jim asked as a tiny clink came from the floor. Leonard dropped to the floor, frantically searching. He stopped and picked up a tiny diamond ring. 

“What is that?” Jim asked again.

“What does it look like?” Leonard said exasperatedly. Jim looked at him in shock, before breaking into a grin. He pulled his best friend into a huge bear hug. “I thought you’d be angry,” Leonard said, running a hand through his hair. 

“Are you kidding? How long have you been dating my sister? Y/N loves you.” Leonard smiled and sighed, relaxing himself.

“So, do I have your blessing?”

“Bones, you don’t need my blessing. Y/N will do whatever she wants anyways.”

“Call me old fashioned, but I need it,” Leonard said sheepishly. “It would just make me feel a lot better.” Jim laughed and patted Leonard’s arm.

“You have my blessing. But,” he said, pulling Leonard close. “If you hurt her, I’ll send you into the dark, silent unknown of space.” Leonard gulped as Jim laughed.

“I’m never going to hurt her.”

“I know you won’t,” Jim said before leaving Med Bay.

You sat in Med Bay, holding on to your arm to stop the bleeding. You worked down in engineering, so you spent a lot of your time in Med Bay after your many mishaps. That was how you met Leonard so many months ago. Nurse Chapel told you that Leonard had gone to lunch, so you waited for him to come back.

“Dr. McCoy, you have a patient waiting in exam room two,” Chapel said. Leonard grumbled and walked in, barely looking up as he put on his gloves. 

“What seems to be the problem?”

“Hi, Leo,” you said as he finally looked up.

“Y/N!” he said, rolling over on his chair to kiss you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling your hand from your shoulder.

“I cut myself. Scotty sent me up,” you said casually as he began dabbing away the blood. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said as he stitched you up.

“Leo, you don’t look good,” you said, touching his hand softly.

“I’m fine,” he said, looking up at you, but you could tell he was lying.

“Don’t you trust me?” 

“Of course I do. Nothing’s wrong, I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” he said, standing up and throwing away his gloves. You stood up as well, and stood inches from him.

“You can talk to me, “ you said, looking up into his brown eyes.

“I know. Really, Y/N, it’s nothing. I should probably get back to work,” he said, walking away. You rolled your eyes and stormed past him, heading back to Engineering.

“You okay?” Scotty asked as you angrily worked. 

“I don’t know,” you said, wiping your brow. Scotty smiled sadly and took the hammer out of your hand.

“Do you wanna talk?” You smiled and nodded and let Scotty lead you up to his control room. “What’s going on?” he asked, leaning against a table.

“I think I have to break up with Leonard.” 

“What, why?” Scotty asked in shock.

“He won’t talk to me. I don’t think he trusts me and I think he’s hiding something from me.” Scotty nodded and looked down at his feet.

“He does love you.”

“I know, and I really love him, too. But that’s not enough. He doesn’t trust me anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” You smiled sadly and stood up.

“Thanks for listening to me, Scotty.”

After your shift, you made your way back to your shared apartment with Leonard. He was in the small kitchen and mumbled a ‘hey’ as he cooked. You flopped down on your bed and groaned.

“Does your arm still hurt?” he asked as he set down the plates of dinner.

“No, it’s fine,” you said monotonously.

“Are you okay?” he asked, standing at the foot of your bed.

“Are we?” you asked, sitting up in bed.

“What do you mean?” he asked, folding his arms.

“I mean, are we okay?”

“Yes! Why would you ask that?”

“Because I feel like we’re growing apart. You don’t tell me anything anymore, I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

“Y/N, I love you, I don’t want to hide anything from you.” 

“So don’t because I don’t know what to do anymore,” you said, tears filling your eyes. “I mean, do you want to break up?”

“No, no,” he said, sitting down next to you and wrapping you in his arms. “I don’t want to ever lose you, Y/N.”

“Then tell me what’s been bothering you,” you said, looking up at him. 

“I - I don’t want to do it like this,” he said, standing up and beginning to pace.

“Do what?” you asked desperately.

“God, you’re frustrating, you know that?” he said throwing his hands in the air.

“I’m frustrating?! I’ve never done anything that makes you believe I don’t love you anymore, have I?” you said defensively.

“I do love you! What don’t you get about that? That’s why I have been avoiding you!”

“You’ve been avoiding me because you love me?” you asked in confusion. 

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he said, rubbing his forehead.

“Then what did you mean?” 

“Do you want to know why I’ve been acting so strange lately?” 

“Yes!” you said. Leonard sighed and began reaching into his pocket when someone thudded on your door. You exchanged looks with Leonard before opening the door and finding Carol Marcus standing in the hallway with Jim.

“I need your boyfriend,” she said.

“Excuse me?” you asked, looking back at Leonard who put up his hands in defense.

“We need Bones to help us open up the missiles,” Jim explained, walking into your small apartment. 

“Why would you want to open those missiles? You can’t open them that close to the warp core, you can’t open them anywhere on the ship,” you argued.

“We’re not opening them on the ship,” Carol said. “Please, Dr.McCoy, I need your hands.” You looked up at him angrily and he held up his hand again to calm you down. 

“Okay, I’ll help you,” he said.

“Leonard!” you said, looking astounded. 

“I’ll meet you guys down there in a few minutes,” he said, shooing them out of your apartment. He closed the door and looked at you.

“You aren’t going to do this,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, they wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important,” he said, beginning to get dressed. 

“I don’t care how important it is. Jim can do it.”

“Jim’s the captain, he can’t risk his life.”

“And you can? Leonard, please don’t do this.”

“I have to, Y/N. I promise we can finish our conversation from before afterwards, okay?” he said, kissing your forehead. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Fine,” you said, putting your red dress back on.

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m going to work. I’ll be watching.” He nodded and made his way down to the warp core. You stood next to Jim as Leonard and Carol flew down to the abandoned planet.

“He’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Jim said. You smiled and sighed, watching the screen in front of you. “So?”

“What?” you asked, turning towards your brother.

“Nothing,” Jim said, dropping the smile from his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked as the ship landed on the planet.

“Nothing, I was just wondering how things were with you and Leonard.” You rolled your eyes and watched as they drug the missile out into the barren atmosphere.

“Not great, honestly. We were fighting when you barged in on us.”

“What? About what?” Jim asked in shock.

“Just the usual. I feel like he’s not sharing anything with me and I think he’s hiding something from me.”

“Y/N, I can guarantee that he-”

“We’re ready to begin,” Carol said, her voice vibrating through the speaker. You turned from your brother and looked back at the screen. Carol began instructing Leonard on what to do to disarm the missile as you watched in suspense. Everything was going fine until the missile closed on Leonard’s hand. 


“Bones!” you and Jim shouted at the same time. 

“It’s going to detonate in two minutes,” Carol said full of panic.

“Marcus get him out of there!” you shouted.

“I’m trying,” she said as she frantically examined the missile, pushing buttons.

“Y/N,” Leonard said quietly.

“Yes?” you said, tears filling your eyes.

“If I don’t make it out-”

“Shut up. Don’t even begin to think like that,” you said immediately. 

“I have to. I don’t know if I’ll be getting out of here. We need to have our conversation from before right now.”


“Please,” he pleaded.

“Okay,” you said reluctantly.

“I don’t want to keep anything from you. That was the last thing I wanted you to think. Y/N the real reason I’ve been so distant is because I’ve been so nervous.”

“About what?” He began reaching into his pocket and struggled but pulled out a ring. You gasped and put your hand over your mouth.

“I’m sorry you have to hear it this way but you need to know. I love you so much, Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and if that’s only the next minute then let it be as my fiance. Will you marry me, Y/N?” You let a few tears slip down your face, turning to look at Jim who was also tearing up. 

“I love you, too, Leonard. I want to marry you,” you replied. Leonard smiled and laughed, clearly relaxing as the timer went to thirty seconds. 

“Carol get out of here,” he shouted.

“I’m not leaving you here,” she said, continuously working on the missile.

“Go!” he shouted, the timer getting down to ten seconds as Carol worked frantically. You reached for Jim’s hand as you watched in terror. The timer counted down as Carol pressed more and more buttons. You closed your eyes at two seconds and counted, but nothing happened.

You opened them again and saw that Leonard was free from the missile and it had opened up. You let out a sigh of relief and hugged Jim. 

“Get back up here and we can see what’s inside,” Jim instructed. You cried into Jim’s shoulder, so relieved that Leonard was okay. He tried to shush you and rubbed your back. You relaxed and ran down to the transporter. You arrived just as Leonard beamed up. You let out a cry/laugh and Leonard turned towards you. 

“Y/N!” he said, running towards you and lifting you up in his arms. You smiled into his shoulder, holding him as tight as you could. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you said when he set you down and looked up at him, your hands on his cheeks. “I love you so much.” He smiled and slipped the diamond ring on your finger. It fit perfectly.

“I love you, too.”

Shatter me again [4]

Title: Shatter me again

Author: @deanwinchesterxreader

Beta-reader: @eyesxsewnxopenx

Summary: Dean has been living a normal life with his girlfriend Lisa and her son Ben for the past year. Everything seems to be going well until his past comes knocking on his door.

Type: multichapter

Chapter: four

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 3891

Warnings: angst, swearing.

Tagging: @deanssexyassbutt @sherlock44@winchesterprincessbride@daydreamingintheimpala@training-wolves@poemwriter98@starlingfalls@superwhomerlockinuum@destiny14444@speckof-rarity@wonderless-screwup@yaya-snowflakes@life-is-supernatural-@hell-h0undd@dancingalone21

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Tease - One Shot

A-N: This is a short one shot where you are Simon’s girlfriend. You walk into his room to see that he is filming a GTA V video with a couple of the other Sidemen. Even though you’re in shot, you begin to tease Simon, making him end his video a bit early and…

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Warnings: A little bit of fluff and teasing and heat in the end

I walked into my boyfriends room, wondering what he was screaming at. “What’s going on in here?” I asked, opening the door to his room and walking in. I carefully closed the door softly when I realised he had his camera set up and recording, as well as his headphones with his mic on. “Oops, I whispered to myself.

I made sure I was out of shot when sitting on the end of his bed so that the fans don’t go mad again.

"Josh I’m white, don’t kill me.” Simon said, taking no notice to the fact that I was sitting in his room, watching him play GTA V. “Not in a racist way, you know what I mean.” He added after a little pause, making me giggle.

I could hear Josh’s low voice vibrating in Simon’s speakers, and then Simon replied with a “I have a smaller penis.” I laughed again and stood up, not caring that I was in full shot.

I could see Simon look at his camera so he could see at what was happening behind him, and dimples appeared on his cheeks when he felt me wrap my arms around his neck from behind, my hands hanging lazily on his chest. Then his attention turned back to his screen.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” he said as he crashed into someone who wasn’t from the Sidemen.

I leaned my chin in the bare skin between his shoulder and the crook of his neck. I pressed my lips against his cheek lovingly and I could see a small smile from him but his eyes were glued to the screen.

“Oi, who’s kissing someone?” I could hear Ethan say in Simon’s headphones. I laughed but since I was close to the mic, they could all tell it was me. “Hey, Simon!” Vikk, JJ, Josh and Ethan said at the same time. “Get a room!” Josh added.

To tease the boys and Simon even more, I said to Simon, “You don’t have a smaller penis.” I tried my best to contain a laugh and it worked. In response, Simon just laughed awkwardly since the rest of the boys probably heard that. Instead, his cheeks began to heat up and get a lovely rose-red colour.

I stayed like that, next to him, watching until he came third in the race.

“Right guys, I think we’ll end it there.” Simon said, looking up at his camera. I backed out of shot quickly. “Thanks so much for watching, and see ya.” He did the peace sign thing he always does in the outro of his videos.

I was stood in the corner, waiting for him to disconnect from his gaming station and such. When he finished, he stood up and headed towards me with a great smile, pulling up his pants.

“Babe, you’re such a tease,” He said with a chuckle. He enveloped me in his arms and placed a soft, warm and loving kiss on my cheek.

“You missed,” I told him cheekily. He placed a gentle finger underneath my chin and tilted my head upwards so that my eyes locked with his.

“I love you,” He whispered before ducking his head so that his lips could be pressed to mine. It was a soft, passionate kiss, an innocent one before I felt him take a step forward, making me take a step back slowly.  As our steps became quicker, I felt his arms lean down so I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held my thighs until I could feel we reached the end of his bed, where we both let ourselves fall.

I liked the feel of Simon’s body being pressed against mine as his lips, hungrier now, never left mine. His hands were quick to be up my shirt.