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Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously. 

Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him. 

Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them. 

He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?

He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him. 

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And another lovely scene by @panda-capuccino for the lovely Reylux work “Codega”. 

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Kylo Ren stopped in front of her and gave her a once-over from toes to head. She could not see his eyes, but she could feel them silently assessing her and her readiness. She barely stopped herself from fidgeting with her clothes under his gaze. She was wearing her black training leggings and long undershirt, but had topped the ensemble off with a sleeveless tunic made of what seemed to be the same material as Kylo’s robe; the material was thick and would stand up well against a number of different weapons. A leather belt rounded out the ensemble, on which her lightsaber was clipped. On the other side was clipped an expandable quarterstaff, and a thigh holster on her right leg held a blaster pistol. She hadn’t exactly been sure which weapons would be appropriate, and so had tracked Asha Ren down in the armory just under an hour ago. The quarterstaff and pistol had been the Knight’s idea, and Rey had to admit that she felt comfortable with their use. She had not practiced much with her lightsaber, but she trusted her Master to not leader her into any situation where she could not handle herself with one or the other of her weapons.

“Good, you are prepared adequately,” he stated after he had finished raking his eyes over her. Rey shivered with a mixture of pride and that feeling she got every time she saw him in his mask; she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to hearing him speak through the blasted thing. “I have something for you,” he added after another moment. He motioned for her to follow him through the hangar doors, across the hangar, and up the ramp into his shuttle. Reaching down for something on one of the jump seats, he directed her to turn around with a twist of his fingers.

Rey felt him crowd behind her, towering over her form as he draped a fold of cloth across the front of her neck and over her shoulders. His gloved hands deftly adjusted the fabric and Rey heard the click of a pin locking in place on each of her shoulders. He gripped her by the shoulders once he was done, but didn’t make a move to turn her around. Rey was glad for the emptiness of the vessel, as she could feel her cheeks redden and her breaths were coming quicker. She could feel him behind her, even though there was likely a foot of space between their bodies, and she was overly aware of their only point of contact through her layers of clothes and his gloves.

phantomavenger  asked:

Prompt #11 :)

I loved doing this one. Here’s #11: “If I die I’m going to haunt your ass.”


“You’re the worst, like the actual worst!”

Derek huffed beside him, “if you don’t shut up I’ll leave without you.”

Stiles paused, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock at the threat. He didn’t sense any joke behind it. Instead he went back to his silent freak out as he did his best to ignore the undead groans from the other side of the door.

Zombies. Freaking zombies. As if Beacon Hills couldn’t get any worse. This time if people were bitten they wouldn’t turn into were-somethings. They’d be zombies; rotten, gnarly, undead flesh craving things. Of course Stiles had played his fair share of online games with his friends to fight off creatures, like zombies, but the real thing was much more terrifying. They smelled terrible, their skin looked horrendous especially when it fell off in chunks, and for the love of God the noises were things of nightmares.

Sick pained groans that were hollow and void of any sort of intelligence.

Just hungry.

Very hungry actually since they tried to make him Stilinski a-la-mode about five minutes ago and Derek a Hale sunday.

“This is your plan? Hide in a storage closet?” Stiles asked and flailed just crazily enough to knock over a paint can.

It clattered to the floor with a harsh sound followed by a long silence. Derek’s eyes flashed blue, and gave Stiles level ten of the Hale-Glare-of-Gloom™. From outside the storage room of the old factory the silence gave way to loud hungry moans of the undead, bodies banging against the door. The rusted hinges weren’t going to last if the pileup on the other side grew until the pressure was too much.

“If I die I’m going to haunt your ass,” Stiles muttered as he shuffled backwards until he was flush with the wall, his heart about to beat out of his chest.

“You’re not going to die Stiles,” Derek said.

“I’m so going to die, you’ll probably heal,” he said, his hand ran through his hair but didn’t seem to have its usual calming effect, “oh, God. I’m gonna be a zombie—holy, Derek…you gotta keep my dad away from fast food, alright? His cholesterol is through the roof. Give Scott my comic collection; he’ll keep them safe–”

His panicked ramble was cut off when Derek was suddenly in his space, his hands tight around Stiles’ shoulders. There was this look of…uncertainty in his pale green eyes, and before Stiles knew what happened he was wearing the leather jacket.

“What–?”

“Keep your head down, hang on tight, and whatever happens…run,” Derek said seriously before he hoisted Stiles up onto his back.

Stiles gasped in surprise, his legs automatically locked around Derek’s waist as his arms wrapped around Derek’s shoulders. His mind raced with questions, for example; why the fuck Derek was about to risk his life for him of all people? Seriously there was no rhyme or reason for it, the guy made his dislike for Stiles crystal clear.

The door was kicked open, the hinges flying off and the metal crushed the few zombies right in front of it. There was a split second path and Derek was already running; Stiles let out a small shriek and curled himself tighter against Derek, his head hidden in the crook of Derek’s neck. Hands tried to swipe at him, but the leather and denim he wore made it hard for hands to actually grab and tear into his flesh.

Stiles had no idea how Derek was doing, he had no idea if he was hurt, he had no idea where they were going. At one point Derek jumped, and they free fell for a while before landing. Eventually though they made it to a place where fresh air was all around them and the noises of zombies were gone.

He found it in himself to look up when Derek slowed, they made it out of the old factory, into the back end of the woods.

Victory.

Well almost, because suddenly Derek collapsed to the ground with Stiles still on him. His knees smacked onto the hard ground violently but he had enough sense to roll off Derek, finally taking a second to see if he was okay.

“Oh my God, dude, Derek!” Stiles gasped and scrambled to his knees to shove Derek on his back and off his wounds.

There were angry tears of skin and muscle, blood oozed out in thick globs, and Stiles was so sure he was about to puke. Derek let out a pained sound and tried to curl in on himself only to fail and fall back.

“You so cannot die! We save each other! We don’t freaking die!” Stiles exclaimed, trying to see if the wounds were healing themselves or not.

Hands cupped his face and pulled him away from Derek’s torso. His eyes met pale ones which were riddled with pain. Stiles hated that; he couldn’t even do the cool werewolf pain drain thing, he could only sit there helplessly. He wasn’t just sitting there though, because now he was bent down with lips on his which were surprisingly soft.

So maybe he totally flailed and maybe he accidently bit Derek’s lip, but he was well within his freak out rights. Derek Hale was kissing him and he hasn’t kissed many people, let alone super attractive people that were so out of his league.

Stiles pulled back, lips still semi-puckered with his brows drawn in, “why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?”

Derek had the audacity to roll his eyes, “not…a goodbye kiss, it was a ‘calm down I’m healing slowly’ kiss.”

“So you’re not dying?!”

“No, I can feel myself healing.”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Stiles wheezed, leaning back down for another kiss which was probably only a little less clumsy than the first one.

“What kind of kiss was that?” Derek asked softly.

“I think it was a ‘thank god you’re not dead don’t do that to me again you dick’ kiss,” Stiles answered.

“I saved your life. I’d do it again if I had to.”

“Are you getting sentimental on me?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Derek did in fact shut him up.


ASK ME A PROMPT FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

key in college
  • double major in architecture and classical studies
  • only writes in drafting lead pencils 
  • they’re heavy and now if he writes with anything else (like pens) it’s WEIRD that they’re so light and his handwriting gets a bit wonky so he’s like nah and switches back 
  • oscillates wildly between super crazy outfits and comfy sweats 
  • but honestly his sweats are still fashion af with like leather pocket detailing or paisley patterns up the leg 
  • it’s v hard to miss him on campus and when he walks next to onew the fashion discrepancy is so. real.
  • also people stare but he looks good and he’s going to wear what he wants~~
  • motto: it’ll take the same amount of time to get ready if he dresses trendy or not so he might as well???  
  • always willing to let friends borrow clothes and takes great pride that their wardrobes have gotten better just by associating with him 
  • he’s been featured in the uni catalog multiple times and he and his mom both save them and he looks really good in them: either candidly laughing with ot4 or just walking around with glasses looking scholarly af
  • packs his lunch from home every day even if he has to run around the kitchen with his toothbrush in his mouth while he fries eggs and preps salad
  • on every monday literally does not understand where the weekend went
  • stops at the cafe every morning to “buy” americanos (make jong’s life miserable) so that he could actually wake up  
  • he actually did work at the cafe with onew and jong for a little bit but quit bc he hated it 
  • will sometimes walk behind the counter and get himself coffee when it’s their shifts (jong: *advances threateningly with a broom*) and walks away triumphantly, coffee in hand 
  • they found it much easier to just hand him coffee before he starts an incident (onew: you’re srsly going to go to uni jail or something / key: *takes a sip* no such thing) 
  • also literally the only reason why he started drinking black coffee was bc people take forever around the creamers/milk and kim kibum does not have enough time to wait around for them to stop moving at sloth’s pace 
  • always carries around a tube for his sketches that he slings around his shoulder 
  • it’s also good for smacking people with (mostly used on minho when he gives him that slow up down like water you wearing / key: you have NO right to judge choi) 
  • but otherwise he takes care of that thing like it’s his own child and he calls all of his sketches his babies 
  • and as much coffee he drinks he makes sure that there are never any coffee rings on the draft paper 
  • taemin’s not allowed to sit at the same table as him when he’s sketching bc of that one time he spilled some of his hot chocolate and key almost died 
  • it’s super cool to watch him draw bc he gets really focused with his ruler and he just clearly has such a vision that just comes to life on the paper 
  • also takes the time to draw trees and little people around the structure (taemin: is that us / key: yeah i draw all of us in all my sketches) 
  • as much as he loves the creative parts of architecture he’s also really interested in the mechanics behind what it takes to BUILD a building and have it be structurally sound
  • tbh he thought he would absolutely hate physics but it just kinda makes sense?? it’s the order of the world and he appreciates that there are certain absolutes 
  • when he goes out with his friends he’s always pointing out what influences each building has and basically geeks out about the buttresses and sidings and stuff!!!! which his classical studies major definitely gave him a deeper appreciation for 
  • when it’s too cold for too long he gets restless af bc he’s more of a spring/summer person
  • so as soon as it hits ~22°C he’s out on the quad with his huge reflective sunglasses spread out on a blanket 
  • jong brings his speaker out and plays music and they attempt to do homework but they’re honestly just rolling around playing games on their phones 
  • RIDICULOUSLY good at candy crush 
  • srsly he plays so often he finishes all the levels and has to wait until the next update for the next level like is there some elite scoreboard for that bc he would definitely be on it???
First Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Dean meet at a bar and have a moment.

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Suggestive Content, just good fun :)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s “Do it Like Dean” challenge. I got the prompt: “You can call me Dean.” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always welcomed!!



There was a first time for everything, right?

At least that’s what I told myself as I walked around the pool table, my eyes transfixed on a pair of green ones. Usually, I wasn’t one to just go for it after a couple of hours of knowing the person, but after a few drinks and a lot of sexual tension while playing pool, I threw all logic out the window.

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TOP DEFINITION

Tom Hiddleston

Some sort of long forgotten mythical creature that has come to life to destroy us all.

Legend says he charms his victims with his smile and sweet personality so they don’t know he is actually putting a spell on them that will turn them into Hiddlestoners who will then do nothing but look at pictures of him and flail. He also appears to have the power to control women’s reproductive organs, either destroying them completely or sending them into baby-making overdrive. The only plausible reason for any of this is that he does what he wants.

Identifying a Tom Hiddleston:

-Power Stance-ing all over the damn place

-He will probably be wearing an entirely leather outfit.

-If he is sitting, his knees will be about 4 miles apart from each other

-You will hear the call of the ‘ehehehe’

-Constant lip licking

If you spot a Tom Hiddleston just stay calm, offer him some sort of pudding and back away slowly. Then run like you’re in a horror movie. He’ll probably catch you anyways(long legs are all the better to catch you with) but at least you tried.
Girl 1: *sitting in front of a computer staring at a picture of Tom Hiddleston*

Girl 2: Hey… you okay? *pokes girl 1 in the arm*

Girl 3: It’s no use. She watched Thor for the first time last night. She’s been like this since the first scene with Loki in it.

Girl 2: How could you let her watch that! You know what it does to people.

Girl 3: I tried to stop her! She wouldn’t listen to me!

Girl 2: Another friend lost to the Tom Hiddleston.

Girl 3: It was bound to happen eventually.

Girl 2: Oh no… we have to get out of here. I think shes starting up Wallander. *tugs on Girl 3’s arm*

Girl 3: Magnus… Maaaaaaagnuuuuusss…

Girl 2: NO!! GODDAMMIT NOOOO!
#hiddles #hiddlestoner #life ruiner #actor #tom

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Crash Landing

I do not own the image.

Title: Crash Landing (Part 1?)
Character: Reader x ?
Summary: The reader somehow finds themselves in the 9th century with our favorite Vikings.
Note:  Just an idea I had and decided to perhaps make it into a multific.

Warning: None.
Word Count: 925

When you decided to take a nap that afternoon, you didn’t think you would end up in the 9th century. In fact, you didn’t think you’d ever end up in any other century but your own. Of course, when you opened your eyes, it was clear you were no longer laying on your couch in your living room.

The foot that woke you up nudged you again to get your attention since you had failed to move for some time. You flinched away from it, your muscles finally jumping into action. Following the leg up, you found yourself looking up into cold blue eyes. The man’s hair was shaved at the side, the top pulled back into a long braid. His face was covered in scars along with an unkept beard. Most importantly, he held an ax that has obviously been used for something bloody in his hand.

The man’s face was blank as he took in your leggings, large sweater and bare feet, “Get up.”
Your voice seemed trapped in your throat as the blade leveled with your neck.  “What are you doing here, witch?”

“W-witch?” You squeaked

“Only a witch can appear out of thin air,” the man snarled, pressing the tip closer to your skin.

You leaned as far back as you could to avoid the sharp edge. Your voice shook as you responded “I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Silence,” He barked, lowering his ax a little. “You are not allowed to speak unless spoken too.”

You nodded quickly, not wanting to risk getting your head chopped off. You watched nervously as the man reached his hand out to touch your sweater.

“What is this you are wearing?” He asked, his eyes running up and down your figure.

You were a bit confused, couldn’t he see what you were wearing?

“Leggings and a sweater,” you whispered, not sure if he was going to yell at you again for speaking.

His eyebrows bunched in confusion as he repeated your words. “I do not understand.”

It was then you realized what he was wearing. Thick plated leather vest with a long shirt underneath and loose pants made from some type of fabric, his wrists were wrapped in a wide leather strap from his wrists to his forearms. In other words, he looked as if he had come right out of some old Viking movie.

You held your breath as he stepped closer to you, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to look into your soul. Only when he lowered his sword and took a step back could you breathe again. The man sheathed his ax on his hip in one practiced motion. Though the weapon was away, the way the man’s eyes watched you told you he didn’t trust you.

“Where did you come from, witch?” He questioned, his head tilting slightly. “And do not lie to me.”

Quickly, you opened your mouth to answer before he brought his ax back out. You told him everything you thought he would want to know: where you lived, what your name was, what high school you had gone too, who your parents were, you even went as far as to explain what a cell phone was and your number.

“Silence,” He growled, successfully ending your rant. “I told you not to lie.”

“I’m not lying!” You replied. “Please, I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t know how I got here or where I am for that matter. You have to believe me.”

You could feel your eyes start to water as he just watched you. It was clear that he was confused and didn’t know if he should believe you or not but you tried to remain strong under his gaze. Finally, after what seemed like a life time, the man shrugged.

“Very well,” He started. “Don’t tell me the truth then. But, witch, you are coming with me.”

“What?” You gasped as his large hand wrapped around your wrist and he started dragging you behind him. “I can’t go with you! I don’t even know who you are! I have to get home, please!”

“My name is Björn, son of Ragnar Lodbrok and Lagertha. You are now my prisoner.” He replied evenly.

“Prisoner? This is the 21st century,” you tugged on your arm, now annoyed with him. “You can’t do this!”

Björn turned around then, his eyes narrowing. “What did you say?”

“You can’t do this! It’s against the law, this is kidnapping.” You responded, your anger making you forget about his ax. “My parents will look for me and – “

“What is this 21st century?” He turned to you fully once again.

“Wow,” you snorted, “You’re going to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about? It’s 2017 and last I checked, kidnapping is still illegal.”

He dropped your wrist then, his eyes once again showing confusion. “Are you daft, girl?”

“Daft?” You snorted. “No, I’m not.”

“Perhaps that is why you were in the center of a field,”  Björn snapped his fingers together as if it was obvious. “Poor girl was abandoned.”

“I was not,” you gasped, offended by the thought.

Whatever Björn was saying next fell on death ears as you reached a town. Taking everything in, it was obvious that you weren’t in your time- not even close to it. Sound seemed to disappear, your ears only picking up a dull ringing as grey dots turned to black. You didn’t even feel it when your body hit the ground- if it hit the ground.

where's my love || dylan o'brien (part one)

word count: 4152

warnings: angst

prompt: none

author’s note: hey everyone! this is the first part of a series that i have decided to start! i’m really excited to write this. special thank you to hayley @sarcasticallystilinski, for reading through this and giving it a huge support! other than that, i hope you all really like this! love you all! 

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#90- Foot Fetish (Sam x Ruby)

Anonymously requested for my kink list (master list here).

Warning: smut, foot fetish (obvi)

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: This list keeps me writing new things! Hope y’all enjoy. XOXO

Ruby is a master of sex. And not just the actual fucking part. She’s a master at figuring out what turns someone on, at seduction, at reading men and giving them exactly what they want, at figuring out how to get exactly what she wants.

And good fucking with Sam comes pretty easily, because he’s a master, too.

Still, Ruby prides herself on being able to figure out people’s kinks. Sam has a few, some dirtier than others, but only one that’s surprising.

He has a thing for her feet.

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Worlds Collide (Part 1)

Castiel x Reader 

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: brief canon-style violence, mention of blood, swearing.

A/N: My awesome title naming skills strike again! This is another Anon request (possibly 2 in 1?). It will be a Castiel x Reader fic, with a twist? (no spoilers!) It’s a different feel for me, but very fun to write. This will be a mini series at the very least, depending on how carried away I get. Oh, and I made a silly little aesthetic/collage (whatever they’re called) thing. So, yay me.

Anon request: “heyyy i’ve got a prompt for you for whenever you have time… J2M gets transported (by my bby Gabriel) to the SPN world and meets TFW + the reader??? maybe throw in some lovin’ for my boy cas? or misha? take it wherever you want :) thanks!”

Gabriel had been horrifically bored for weeks, unable to find a single soul worth pestering. Sam and Dean weren’t amusing anymore, and Castiel never got his jokes. The clueless look on his brother’s face didn’t even make the amber-eyed archangel smile anymore.

So, the angel scanned through every dimension he knew of, in search of his next victim. But, with every new land he trekked, he grew more and more discouraged. Maybe he was doomed to infinite boredom? He sure as hell hoped not. Gabriel rolled his eyes as he snapped his fingers for the n’teenth time.

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One of the things I love about Axl is how his don’t-give-a-fuck attitude translates into his fashion choices. Like one minute he’s dressed to the nines in the whole rock-star outfit, with all the leather and denim and torn cool shirts - next he’s wearing freaking fishnet tops, and booty shorts, and kilts, and leggings…and then he’s just on stage in nothing but his fucking underwear because he’s Axl fucking Rose and he does what he wants. 

anonymous asked:

Seriously though when are we going to discuss pajamas. I have very strong feelings about this. Is it onesies? Footies? Silly socks? A nightcap? what is it

Canonically the only time his sleepwear was described it’s implied it’s just lazy-ing around or work clothes he accidentally slept in and wore the next day (the Hawaiian shirt, leather pants, beehive hat deal). So yeah, this one is open to interpretation. 

Some possible options: 

A Shark Kigurumi (because I love playing up the Jaws fanboy thing)

Source: https://kigurumi-shop.com/shark-kigurumi.aspx

This hooded pizza legging smock deal 

Any of the above. 

https://www.foreverlazy.com/


Oh hey this one has a night cap and is a onsie. I’m having flashbacks to that weird rubber duck blog I got tagged in like a year ago. 

Then there’s the “sleeps in boxers” option

(I labeled these as shorts on my laptop to hide my shame)

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Kim Namjoon: Narcissus

Genre: Smut 
Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Reader
Warnings: Supernatural sexy times, body swap, body possession, slight nipple play, mentions of collars, fingering, blowjobs, thigh riding, come marking, dirty talk

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God, I am so sorry (I’d never written smut until 2 days ago so this is a tragedy) (I was also stoned at the time of writing and editing so it might not even make sense… ay lmao) Feel free to yell at me about this filth, my ask is always open!

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There Are Worse Things

Pairings/ Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: The Reader and Dean’s relationship…or lack thereof

Prompts: #laurahits1k, There are Worse Things I Could Do from the movie Grease

Word count: 882

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, heartache, fear, abandonment

A/N: @just-another-busy-fangirl@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, my beta

*Bold & in Italics are song lyrics*

*GIFs are not mine*


There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.

“Sam. Dean. Hurry up and find the bones. I think I saw five-oh patrolling the lot.”

“Well princess, if you got your ass down here and help us dig, maybe we’d be done already…” Dean huffs in a frustrated voice while Sam chuckles at your “arguement.” Sam knows you both have feelings for each other but are too stubborn and pig-headed to actually do anything about it.  So these little “arguments” will continue until one of you eventually snaps and reveals your feelings or runs away.

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Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.


“Y/N? Why are you dressed like…well….that?” Dean asks in a worried tone.

She was wearing a red and black pinstriped corset that showed way too much bust (in Dean’s opinion anyway), a black pleated skater mini skirt that showed off her muscular legs beautifully, and calf-length faux leather 4-inch stiletto heels.

“Like what?” she asks with a raised brow and angrily pursed lips

“Nevermind. I’m just gonna stay here and do some research.  You and Sammy have fun.” Dean mumbles while nervously running his hands across the back of his neck repeatedly.


I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.


“Y/N, please don’t do anything rash like take that douchebag back to the motel.” Dean pleads with you nervously with a hint of disgust.

“Dean, relax. I can handle myself. Besides, I never said I was going to bring him back with me tonight…:” Y/N whispers into his ear before sauntering over to the mark.


I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won’t come true.


Y/N was sitting alone, curled in on herself under the covers of her motel bed while trying to shut out the sounds of sex filling the room through the thin walls.

Tears run silently down her face as she hears the woman screaming out for Dean and she could barely hear his moans and groans. Her heart aches at the feeling that he will never be with someone like her. Besides, why would Dean Winchester ever love her when he can have any woman he likes? There must be something wrong with her for Dean to ignore the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve. Hell, even Castiel knows that she loves Dean and he’s oblivious to most common things like flirting or good natured bantering back and forth that has been the staple of Y/N and Dean’s “relationship.”


I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I don’t steal and I don’t lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That’s the worst thing I could do.


“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch him go on with these bar flies. Every new conquest steals a little more of my soul and the love I feel for him turns to pain. I’m tired of being alone and in pain. I think that after this hunt, I’m going to pack up and leave. I’ll just disappear and Dean will forget about me easily enough. It really is better this way.” Y/N mutters to herself as she drowns her sorrows and tears into the bottle of Jack she got from the corner market earlier.

Y/N packs the rest of her belongings away and hitches a ride heading out of town. As the tears fall silently down her cheeks, she prays that Dean can find the happiness he deserves even though it will never be with her. Maybe in the years to come, she can forget about the broken heart she got from loving the emerald-eyed hunter but for now, she resigns herself to the constant ache of unrequited love settles into every fiber of her being.

*Dean’s Pov*

“I wonder what I did wrong, Sammy? Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She barely looks at me and I think I did something stupid to drive her away. I know she’s in the life and it’s dangerous for her just knowing me but I can’t help myself and the way I feel about her. I want to, no I need to have her by my side. When she’s not near me, I panic. Of course I do something stupid but she always forgives me. I think that this time is different though… This time I know that there are worse things than having her die in my arms.” Like having her leave me for good.

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Monthly Reads | January 2017
❤ THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK AND SHARING YOUR STORIES! ❤

Special mention⭐ & Top 5 + 16 more stories under the cut:

⭐ 2017 HL Prompt Challenge ⭐

“A small group of us came together to do a prompt challenge with fast deadlines to have some fun and see what we can do, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!”
Authors: taggiecb, afirethatcannotdie, QuickedWeen, waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee, Awriterwrites, allwaswell16, LadyLondonderry, lululawrence
Prompts so far: Foundation, Bloodsucker, Hinge, Scream (revealed today)

Where Your Heart Is

by anhcor & tvshows_addict | College AU | hate to love | slow burn | 154k

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.
Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Black With Autumn Rain

by whimsicule | thriller | crime | magical realism | 93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”
Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”
Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”
“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

Hold My Heart

by Awriterwrites & phdmama  for H/L Exchange 2016 | famous/non famous | Mile High Club | Actor!Louis | Doctor!Harry | 14k

“Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought.
“Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”
The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”
Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.
Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.
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Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

What do you mean he’s coming?

by MediaWhore for HL Famous/Not Famous Fic Exchange | Childhood friends | famous/non famous | actor!louis | photographer!louis | 15k

When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.

Harry is screwed.

Singing to tiny dancer

by BriaMaria | Famous/Non famous | Actor!Louis | 22k

“Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows.
“What?”
“You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop.
Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.”
“You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.”
“I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.”
Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.“
“Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name.

Or … When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.

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The Price 3/?

Summary: As Killian settles into the Swan’s castle, he finds no comfort in it’s extravagance, and yearns for more creature comforts. The Swan provides Killian with a few unwanted revelations.

tagging @kmomof4 @the-captains-ayebrows and also @jadeddiva and @artielu even though they didn’t ask because I super enjoy it when they scream at me and also I haven’t watched the episode but from what I understand about the last five minutes, I’m guessing all y’all need something to yell about.

Chapter List: One/Two

Chapter Three

Killian has never had a room for himself. In the cottage near the edge of the forest, there’d been no separate spaces, only a cot by the window where he’d curled up to sleep, and on Silver’s ship he’d closed his eyes and rested to the sounds of a few dozen snoring men, often in the same cot as Liam - even aboard The Jewel he’d refused to let the men think there was any sort of favoritism being played (First Mate status notwithstanding) and he’d kept to the berth there, as well.

The room he finds himself in is sprawling, extravagant, and so large he’s quite certain the Jewel would fit right inside of it.

It’s far too much space.

The door he’d closed behind him is sturdy and thick, with a heavy bolt to bar it shut, and a key besides to lock it up. It’s a small comfort to him, when he’s seen the Swan materialize out of nothing - surely there’s no lock that could keep her out, should she feel the need to be anywhere she pleases - and yet, it feels a bit like a promise. Of some small bit of privacy, at least, or an attempt to set boundaries.

Perhaps it was a peace offering, though Killian couldn’t imagine many of the other Chosen had felt as he did in this moment.

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New Neighbor

Challenge 07: Breathless
Genre: Fluff
Character: Jaebum

Plot: You try to get close to your new neighbor Jaebum by stalking joining him on his morning run.

[Masterlist]

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Here’s the thing. Your mom always taught you to be kind to your neighbors. When you’re out of town for a business trip, who’s the most likely to help babysit your cats? Your next door neighbor. And what if one day you get kidnapped, who will be the first to notice you go missing? Your next door neighbor, of course.

So when sweet old Mrs. Baek moved out and was replaced with a chiseled, leather-clad, young man, you were determined to make him your next insurance. But here’s the other thing…you and the elderly, you guys mesh like peas in a pod! But young men your age, particularly handsome, chiseled, leather-clad men…not so much.

“What do leather-wearing young dudes like, Tuna?” you asked your orange tabby as you dug your way through the ingredients in your fridge.

Your grey cat, Sundae, purred against your legs at the sight of the open fridge. You smile at the hungry feline before closing the fridge and picking her up into your arms.

“Sundae? Shall I make him sundae, Sundae?” you coo, snuggling into the grey ball of fluff. You put your cat down and settle down on the kitchen floor, thinking seriously about making him a meal. Young men usually liked home cooked meals right?

You rise back up, determined to start cooking. You weren’t the best cook out there, but you weren’t bad either. Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

-

And so there you were, at his front door with three containers full of sundae, scallion pancakes, spicy rice cakes and a thermos full of kimchi chigae. He was bound to like one of these. You stood at his door for another minute, trying to gather your thoughts.

Say hi.

Introduce yourself.

Remember to smile.

Please don’t stutter.

Be confident, Y/N!


And then the door flew open, catching you off guard. Your eyes grew wide as you found yourself standing right in front of your new neighbor. He was even better looking up close.

“F-f-f-food…” your stupid mouth managed to bumble out.

“Huh? Uhh…I didn’t order anything,” he looked at you confused. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment as you shook your head in reply.

“Ah, no, umm…I meant…” you let out an exhausted sigh, closing your eyes to compose yourself. _Imagine he’s an old man. An old man like Mr. Lee from down the street. “Hi.”

He let out an amused chuckle. “Hello?”

You smile, a bit relieved. He looked less scary when his eyes were curled into crescent shapes.

“Umm, I’m sorry,” he said again, breaking you away from your trance. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Ah…okay,” you mutter as you watch him pass you by and enter the waiting taxi across the street.

You looked at the bags of food in your arms in defeat. Sighing, you place the food by his door. You’ll just tuck a note in there to let him know your intentions. You were going to make him like you whether he wanted to or not.

-

A week passed and you made no progress. In fact, you had actually lost your Tupperware in the process. But were you going to give up? Absolutely not!

“Absolutely not!” you said aloud to Tuna and Sundae as if to reassure yourself. Ignoring your newfound energy, the cats stretched lazily before going back to their evening nap. You walked to your closet, hesitantly taking out your workout gear.

Every morning, without fail, your neighbor had gone running. Afterword though, he would disappear in a taxi and wouldn’t come back until late at night. You knew this from the two loud slams of the door he made when leaving for the day and then coming back home. You wonder if he had even eaten your home cooking. Nevertheless, you set your alarm clock to 5AM sharp. You were determined to be a kind neighbor!

But at the violent ring of your phone alarm going off at dawn, you suddenly didn’t feel so kind. You groaned, forcing yourself to rise from the safe and warm embrace of Tuna and Sundae who were snuggled closely across your neck and leg.

The cats groaned at your rustling but found solace in the warm empty space you left behind. You rolled your eyes at them, wishing you could switch places with them. Although you had to admit, if Tuna and Sundae were in your place they probably would’ve already been good old friends with your neighbor by now.

With one last exhale, you changed into your workout gear and reluctantly left the house. Outside was still cold. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. You looked across your yard to his door. No sign of life. After standing at your door for a few minutes you started to worry if he had already gone running.

But to your relief his door opens and there is your handsome neighbor in his running gear that hugs him in just the right places. You blush when he turns your way. He gives you a slight nod before walking down his steps. You follow quickly.

You were so determined to meet him again that you actually hadn’t planned what you were going to say when meeting him.

“M-Morn-” you started as you approached him.

However, maybe you had said it too softly, but he began lightly jogging away. You blushed with embarrassment, feeling silly after being ignored. But you were already outside and squeezed tightly into workout clothes you hadn’t worn since last summer. Nothing was going to stop you now!



And then he started sprinting.

You huffed after him, feeling your heart beating violently against your chest as your face grew hot with exhaustion. The cold morning air wasn’t much help as it entered your lungs, leaving you wheezing desperately.

You slowed to a stop, landing on the grass in defeat. By now he was already long gone out of your sight. You heaved in disappointment, trying to catch your breath and soothe the ache in your shins.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” you mutter to yourself, blowing at the hair in your face. You stretch out your legs, staring at the sky that was slowly glowing with soft orange hues. At least you had a pretty sunrise to pacify your painful exhaustion.

As you watched the sun slowly rise from the horizon, you could understand why he got up so early. This was a pretty sight to see.

You were ready to walk back home now when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, tearing your eyes from the sky only to see your neighbor looking at you with concern.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, taking a seat beside you.

“A-ah, y-yeah,” you quickly mumble, trying hard not to stare at the sweat running down his face and dripping to his collar bones.

“I’m Im Jaebum by the way,” he introduced, sticking out his hand towards you. You take his hand gently, trying hard not to smile too widely.

“Y/N,”

“Sorry about before, Y/N,” Jaebum looked at you with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to be rude when I walked away suddenly.”

You shake your head vigorously. “No, no it’s okay. I was the one who stopped by so suddenly.”

He looked at you for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re wheezing.”

You turned red with embarrassment, trying to breathe less so he wouldn’t hear.

“I’m fine,” you mutter with constricted lungs.

He laughed, his eye curling as he patted your back soothingly. “No, please, breathe normally. The wheezing should subside once your body finds its balance again. Do you have asthma?”

You shake your head, watching as Jaebum grabs hold of your hand, placing two fingers softly against your pulsating wrist. You blush. His fingers are a bit rough but have a warm touch.

“Must be the cold air then. Don’t force your body to run too hard, it’ll only hurt your body more in the long run.”

You nod softly, glancing up at his face as he stares down at your wrist. At a closer look, he didn’t seem as scary as he did in his leather jacket. His brown hair fell delicately over his eyes. He was literally glowing with the sun shining on his face.

You gulped, looking back down before he caught you. “Are you a doctor?”

He lifted his head with a smile. “No, actually I work at a local clinic. I’m a physical therapist for people with disabilities.”

“So you’re a doctor,” you smiled, noticing his tone shifting as he talked about his profession.

He chuckled softly, a glint in his eyes at seeing your own smile. “Tell my parents that.”

“But you are!” You say, trying not to yell it. “Sounds like you’re doing something great and meaningful. What parent wouldn’t be proud of a son like you?”

He looked away shyly. “You’re really good with your words.”

You laugh at this. “Actually, I’m a writer. Nothing big though, just small stuff for a magazine.

“Oh really? I’d love to read some of your stuff.”

You chuckle. “My cats will be so relieved to know I’ve found someone new to read to.”

Jaebum’s ears perked up at this. He turned to you with a wide smile. “Cats?”

“Tuna and Sundae,” you say proudly. You could see his eyes widening with excitement.

“I have three cats,” Jaebum said enthusiastically. “Nora, Odd, and Kunta.”

You can’t help but squeal a little. You loved meeting fellow cat lovers. You wheezed out a cough, your lungs constricting from the feelings of excitement. Jaebum laughed, rubbing your back again.

“You don’t run much do you?” he chuckled.

You blush. “Not really. To be honest, I was just trying to talk to you…so I could formally introduce myself.”

He grinned. “You know you could just knock on my door, right?”

“But where’s the excitement in that?” You joke. “I’m a writer remember?”

“Ah, of course, of course.”

“But in all seriousness, it did feel like this was my only option. You leave so early and don’t come home til late at night.”

“Ah yeah, sorry about that. My schedule has been hectic since I’ve just moved in.”

“No need to apologize. I feel sorry for your cats though.”

“Oh, I see you’re the guilt-tripping type.”

You laugh, halfway coughing again, but the pain was all worth it. I mean, look at you now, having a better conversation than you’ve ever had with Mr. Lee or Mrs. Baek. “Did you try the food?”

He stopped rubbing your back and gave you a thumbs up. “It was the best meal I’ve had in years!”

You look up in surprise. “R-really?”

He nodded. “I’m so grateful to have such a kind neighbor.”

“Ayy, you shouldn’t eat random food outside your door though,” you teased, trying to hide the blush growing from his compliment.

He chuckled. “But you left a note.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you agreed thoughtfully.

“I’m sorry about the containers. I’ve been meaning to give them back to you, it’s just…”

“Oh, it’s alright. Take your time, I know you’re a busy person,” you reassure him with a smile. He looked at you, his cheeks turning slightly pink. He rubbed the nape of his neck, looking away from you.

“I guess that too, but…mostly, I’m just not good at talking to pretty girls.”

Your eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile reflexively. “P-pretty?”

“Ahhh~!” he yelled in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. You laugh as his ears go bright red. You were glad you weren’t the only one feeling shy.

“And this whole time I thought you were going to be a scary new neighbor,” you chuckle. “Turns out you’re just a soft cat dad.”

He chuckled, lifting his head from his hands. “Well, turns out you’re prettier in person.”

You blushed, looking away shyly.

“I mean, kind of a stalker too,” he added jokingly. “But seeing as you’ve suffered enough this morning, I’ll let it slide.”

He winked at you teasingly.

“You should stop by my clinic one day,” he offered. “Some physical therapy might help you out.”

You roll your eyes at all his teasing.

“Well, if you’re being so kind, I’d also like to offer my hand in caring for your cats when you’re gone. Since I work at home,” you grin mischievously. “Some human presence might help them feel less neglected.”

Jaebum stared you down, his mouth slightly open in dismay.

“Wow, Y/N, you’re kind of savage.”

“But still pretty right?” You smile sweetly. “Jaebum-sshi, I’m pretty right? Still pretty?”

Trying to conceal his smile, Jaebum rose from his seat on the grass. You laugh, watching him walk away. You quickly rise, following after him, giggling the whole way home as he tries his best to ignore you. 

believe in me

i kinda meshed these two requests together, i hope that’s alright!

request: could you do one where you’re a one night stand but he wants you to stay and after that you remain close friends but deep down he has feelings for you! 

request: harry and y/n are teachers at the same school. y/n is an art teacher and harry teaches english. one day harry doesn’t have a class to teach to he goes to watch y/n teach art and is amazed by their skills.

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Harry couldn’t believe it. It was her. It was definitely her. He would recognize those cheek bones anywhere.

And those lips, the way she was biting them right now in concentration brought him back to when she bit her lip while staring at him at the bar, practically begging him to take her somewhere alone.

There were differences though, differences that nearly made her unrecognizable. She was wearing an oversized beige turtleneck, leggings and sneakers; a sharp contrast from the leather skirt and fishnets he remembered taking off. Her hair was in a messy bun now, held in place by a pencil and she was wearing big circular glasses, the rims made of gold wire.

Her hands were covered in charcoal as she concentrated on sketching what looked like a woman’s face, but the charcoal bled in a way that made it look like her face was melting off. She looked up from her work to check on her students and Harry backed away just behind the door so she couldn’t see him. He wasn’t sure if he should say something considering how they had left things.

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Obikin Ficlet: Exotic Dancer AU

Based on @darthvders excellent AU idea, which I could not get out of my head! Thank you for sharing, and hope you like it!

“ Exotic dancer!Anakin giving a private dance to sith lord!imperial general!Obi-Wan and they haven’t seen each other in 6 months. They missed each other and Obi-Wan just wants to touch Anakin but Anakin won’t let him. ”

The opulent room lies in darkness, its elaborate decor lost in shadow. The tall, narrow windows reveal only the faintest washes of light staining the hem of the night sky outside and the rare sight of stars, the room and the tower it sits in high above most other buildings in this particular Coruscanti district.

“Sky-side,” some who come to Coruscant whisper when they fantasize about success, a good life won by hard work and luck, but even the most optimistic dreamers never dare to imagine living star-side.

Only a rare few will ever know that refined of a life.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi general, would never have known it. He would have died of a blaster bolt to the back in some barren wilderness when Order 66 swept across the galaxy. Another idealist face down in the dirt, struck down by the reality the Jedi Order had never been ready to face, he tells himself.

But Obi-Wan Kenobi, the secret Sith and now Imperial general, has earned his place among the stars. He has served his master well, and his master has given him everything he’d promised: freedom, wealth, the chance to finally realize his potential and vengeance for the Order that had never chosen to see it.

Now, as he sits in the true darkness of this opulent space, a proud shadow in grey and black, he smiles as the first faint strains of an old Akitan stringed instrument whisper to life. Normally he would enjoy every note, think about the rich culture and nuances of this music as other rhythms slide in alongside the first. But on this particular night he has come to this high-end club and this private room for one thing and one thing only.

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