white ruffle shirt

I also just have to say that I’m so excited about this band! First off, I fucking ADORE that he’s got two women in his band. Women killing it on drums and keys, yes yes yes! And this is ofc only based off of these two songs but they’re sounding so good together. And look at their outfits?? They all look epic, so 70′s, so cool. Suits, ruffles, white shirts, patterns. And Harry fits right in with his rolled up white shirt, plaid pants and Gibson. 

They’re in matching Gucci loafers too, like come onnnnn, I love that

and these guys’ harmonies were on point as well! All of them sang well!

This is gonna be GOOD, I tell ya

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Pete Townshend, The Who, Monterey Pop 1967, by Elaine Mayes. “When the Who started smashing their instruments and releasing fog all over the stage the audience was incredulous. We had never seen smashing as aesthetics. It seemed wasteful and felt scary.”

imoyu-trashblog  asked:

While reading your Gaston headcanons and just imagined where he picks you up to carry you across a large puddle, only for him to trip on a loose stone. Oops, both of you are covered in mud now. Fluff ensures...?

I said no but i couldn’t stop mySELF.

Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock

Title: Muddy.
Pairing: Gaston x Female!Reader.
Words: 3,104.
Rating: T.


It had just rained not ten minutes ago, and vendors were already back on the street. Some didn’t even bother protecting their produce and products and let the rain do what it wanted. It wasn’t the typical gentle sort of rain either, it was a consistent downpour that wasn’t expected by anyone in the village. You had sought shelter under a small patio of a neighbor as it happened on your way to get some eggs. As a result of the heavy rain, the Earth now smelt clean and fresh. It was a soothing scent, one that made you forget your worries, if only for a few minutes. Giving your kind neighbor a smile for letting you stand under their roof, you waved at them, saying, “I’ll see you later,” before stepping out. A few drops of water hit the top of your head as they dripped from the roofs edge.

Drawing a deep breath in, you began walking. Tightening your shawl around your shoulders, you were appreciative of the sun now peeking through the clouds above. It would warm up soon, drying everything in the process. Mindful of your steps now as most of the ground was either emerged with water or was a seeping puddle of mud, you ran into the sights of a friend.

Friend wasn’t the right word, you thought and looked at Gaston with curious eyes. He was currently checking himself out in the window of the bakery, smiling on and off. Probably checking the wrinkles around his mouth, you laughed to yourself, remembering how he told you that women found them to be rather attractive. ‘It gives me a sort of… Older appearance.’ He told you once with a wide smirk. He was right, they did make him look different than other men you knew, but not for the reason he gave you.

The lines around his mouth gave his smirk, his smiles and his grins even more prominence and seemed to captivate those around him. As if his eyes weren’t enough to get the job just right. In fact, most of his attributes were enough to get anyone he set his eyes on, really. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. There were the occasional few that saw passed this facade, and you just happened to be one of them. Not that it came in much luck because Gaston had a keen sense on picking out women and men who he didn’t quite captivate. You supposed this came into play with his need for a chase. Whether it be chasing his next prey while hunting or chasing the next woman in his life, he enjoyed it regardless.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement as Gaston shot his reflection a wink and a kiss. You took this as an opportunity to walk past him quickly, in slight hopes that perhaps he wouldn’t notice you so you could get what you wanted and not linger around to talk.

He was more of an acquaintance, you decided tip toeing your way behind him, not a friend. You both knew each other, acknowledged each other’s existence, spoken here and there, flirted a bit but ultimately kept your distance. It wasn’t as if you hated him, in fact, you didn’t. You just found him to a be a bit… overpowering sometimes and it only elevated when you figured out that he was entirely interested in you. Of course, the smiles he sent your way, the tone of voice he used with you, his gestures and body language were all alarms going off telling you that Gaston thought he was a bit more than acquaintances with you, but it only hit you full on when he finally got around to asking you to have dinner with him.

It’s not like you weren’t interested him and hadn’t thought of being together with him. You figured most everyone in the village had, even the men. Gaston was certainly appealing and was very careful on making himself seem as attractive as he possibly could. But, giving a man his way when he thinks he’s entitled to it is something you didn’t want to feed into. An egotistical man is something you didn’t want to feed attention to. You owed him nothing. You were your own person and he’d have to realize that if he was really interested.

“(Name)!” Your face balled up in defeat. Stopping your movements, you turned on your heel and faced Gaston. In the time that it took you to do that, you relaxed your expression into the most neutral face you could muster. You watched rather intently as he pulled on the bottom of his tan overcoat to straighten it, clearing his throat while doing that.

You swallowed softly and smiled politely at him. “Good morning, Gaston.”

He didn’t miss a beat, grasping your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. He smiled against them, looking down at you through slightly half-lidded eyes. Your heart churned at the meager gaze that held a bit more than invested attention. He let go of your hand, almost hesitating doing so. Your hand was left to drift in the air before making its way back to your side.  “Good morning.” He finally said, his tone dipping into his chest voice. “Any plans for this evening?”

“What’s today? Wednesday?” You thought and looked around, eager to avoid his eyes. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you thought of an excuse. It didn’t need to be a good one, just a logical one. You spilled out the first thing you thought of, “I’ve got to do laundry.” It was unintentional for your statement to come out as a question, but unfortunately, it came out that way. You just hoped that Gaston bought it as an obtainable excuse.

Slipping his hands onto his hips, you found yourself rather fixated on the shape of his torso. His fingers expanded there, cupping and holding himself as if he didn’t get enough from the women who’ve touched that very spot. He didn’t cock his waist to the side perse, and much rather, straightened his back to make himself appear even larger. The light brown pants were tailored to fit his body specifically, and if he moved just right, it left little to the imagination. His feet were a part giving the absolute definition of confidence and self-awareness though Gaston on more than one occasion, was completely clueless. At this moment in time, he wasn’t. He was thinking about your words. There was really no sense in doing laundry in the evening because if you left it out to dry overnight, the frost would most definitely freeze most of your clothes.

“In the… Evening?” Gaston inquired, his right eyebrow arching upwards in curiousity. The white ruffled shirt under the vibrant red vest lined with gold clung to his torso and defined his shape. Under the tan overcoat, you could see that Gaston was just as gentle on the eyes. Many didn’t see this for many only say the broad shouldered war hero. For a brief moment, you wanted nothing than to reach out and graze your hands up and down his sides. They appeared smooth.

“Uhm, yes.” You tore your eyes away, deciding that walking away was probably the best way to avoid any sort of eye contact. If he’s walking beside you, preferably a foot behind you actually,  it’d be hard for you to maintain gazes. Gaston followed you rather diligently, letting his eyes fall to the back of your head as you began speaking again, “It’s a lot easier to get it done in the evening when no one else is there.” That made complete sense, you reassured yourself.

“Then, can I join you?” You knew that was coming. Laughing quietly, you stopped in front of a rather large puddle that almost looked more like a pond because of its size. “I’ve never done it myself, but I’m sure you can help me.” Gaston informed you, studying the small body of water in front of you and your mild hesitation on how you wanted to get around it.

Without any chance to ask what he was doing, Gaston bent down, grasping your hips and picking you up seamlessly. It was sudden action and with your feet leaving the ground so quickly made your head reel. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to hike you over his shoulder and carry you like a sack of potatoes, but his arm remained around your waist and within moments, he was holding you rather securely while your feet dangled helplessly in the air.

Unable to protest now, he started walking forward through the puddle you were debating on how to get around. You sighed in defeat. He was nice enough to help you so there was no point in arguing now that he was halfway across. “Or better yet, you can do it for me. You see, I usually get women to do it for me, it’s amazing how they throw themselves on their knees for the opportunity really.” Gaston smirked at the thought, readjusting his grip on you.

Shutting your eyelids to reserve yourself from snapping at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck to feel a bit more stable. You could feel his muscles shift under his clothing and found it difficult to ignore the musky smell that seemed to linger with him. He smelt like the woods mixed with the smallest amount of gunpowder. You knew this wasn’t a scent you should grow attached to, but you still found yourself taking deep breaths in just to enjoy. Fluttering your eyes back open you looked at him. Your gaze was a threat in itself, telling him that he’d pay for it if he dropped you. Then, you began speaking, “I won’t do it for you, but I can show you how to do it.”

Gaston laughed quietly. He figured you’d say something of that nature and merely nodded in agreement. He shuffled slightly, feeling something under his feet slip and slide, and before he could really process what it was, the two of you were tumbling down. A few seconds later, you were sitting in a rather large puddle, covered with water and mud. Sitting up, you blinked back the mud near your eyes. You swallowed thickly and looked down at Gaston as he actually managed to catch you and soften your landing. You couldn’t say the same for him for you had actually landed on top of him.

Resting on his back, he groaned quietly and opened his eyes. Gaston looked blankly at the sky for a few seconds before rocking back into reality. Realizing you were on top of him, a small smirk crept its way onto his cheeks. You could feel the eyes of a few villagers digging into you as they watched the entire thing play out, and some villagers who just got there and were met with a rather compromising scene as you were straddling him.

Staring down at him, you came to one conclusion rather quickly. “You did that on purpose.”

“What reason would I have for doing it on purpose? I slipped on a loose stone. It does happen, I’ll have you know. I’m sorry.” He groaned while sitting up, reaching back and holding you close to him. It was unintentional and more of a habit, but you could feel the heat dancing from the tips of your ears to your face at the action. Your eyebrows rose in slow amazement.  He wasn’t usually one for apologizing for anything, even it was his fault. Gaston had a knack of making it seem like things weren’t truly his fault, so why did he take responsibility this time? You were still perched in his lap as he slicked back some of his now drenched hair, a bit offended that you assumed that he did it intentionally.

Your laughter started, soft at first before getting louder and louder. Gaston was shocked, his face twisting into an expression of confusion. “What could possibly be so funny?” He moved his head back a bit so he could see you more clearly and something inside of him slammed against his heart like a giant wave.

“You’re a mess.” You tossed your head back in absolute pleasure. You’d never seen Gaston like this before. Physically dirty and unappealing to most because of the mud, but also a bit more human for having apologize for making a mistake, for having a flaw. Grasping your sides from laughing too hard, you heard Gaston’s laugh mix with yours. Unsurely at first, before he started literally cackling. It was something that you never actually heard prior, because he had many sorts of laughs.

The cocky laughs, the fake laughs, and the hateful or scornful laughs. Those were the ones he used more often than not so to hear his actual, human, genuine laugh made yours die down so you could admire it a bit more. There were wrinkles around his eyes, as they were shut, his mouth forming what you would describe as being one of the most beautiful smiles you’d ever seen. The sound itself was a bit different as well and instead of resonating in his chest like you thought, it was a lighter, more flowful sound. Grasping a leaf that had made it’s way into his hair, you tugged it out gently and tossed it to the side. “I’ve known you for years but I’ve never heard you laugh like that.” You stated and wiped some mud off his forehead. In the process though, you had only managed to smear it with the water on your fingers.

“You best bask in it then. Not many people have heard it.” He whispered a bit too quietly and looked away. Surely, it was a subject you could press and see why he implied that it was rare for him to laugh like that, but you were in no true position to do so. You were acquaintances. If more, then perhaps you could seep into his childhood, the days before you even knew Gaston.

Leaning towards him ever so slightly, you stared into his eyes as if you were reading what emotions were swirling in them. Remarkably, as many people have told you, his eyes weren’t a complete and solid brown. You supposed that you had never paid attention to the flickers of green that were washed around the darkness of his pupil. The sunlight seemed to elevate the appearance of his eyes, giving them a much softer glow than darker light would give. Resting your hands on his chest, you swallowed back any intentions of going any further than this mishap and tried to convince yourself that standing up would be your safest way out.

You tried, but your legs weren’t moving. A refusal would be the best way to put it. Your mind was refusing to move your body, to flee from the scene. Why?

Silence ensued between the two of you as he stared back at you. From the vague expression on his face, you thought that he was going to lean forward and plant a smooth kiss onto your lips. You were positive that was what he would do had any other girl fallen with him. Why else would he need the excuse to get so close to you? His movement seemed almost hesitant and as he rested back on one arm, he reached the other up and wiped some mud off your cheek with the wet sleeve of his tan coat. You didn’t want to tilt your head towards his graze, but that’s exactly what you did. Your action led to Gaston cupping the side of your face, his fingertips damp against your soft skin. You were almost positive he could feel your heart beating against his touch.

It would be so easy to kiss you right now, he thought to himself and let his eyes drop to your mouth before seeking your gaze once again. One swift motion towards you and he’d have his lips on yours, something that he had thought about since the first day he met you. That was years ago. To pine after someone for so long was typically not his style but here he found himself wanting nothing more than to embrace you and to let you have him. Gaston swallowed, the muscles in his neck contracting as he did. He wouldn’t say that he was nervous because he wasn’t. He just found himself… Unsure of what to do now. He could kiss you and change things between the two of you forever or he could stand up, help you up and go on with life the way things were.

He had chased you long enough.

Now was the time to take some action.

You laughed quietly, pulling away from his touch, “We should probably start laundry earlier-” The sentence came to an abrupt stop as Gaston craned his head forward and captured your lips. Your eyes were wide with surprise, though deep down, you knew he was going to kiss you. And, despite that deep down feeling, you did nothing to stop him. The second he started kissing you, you had stopped lying to yourself. You wanted to kiss him just as much. You wanted to hold him closer and never let go.

It wasn’t quite a kiss, as half of his mouth actually landed on the space next to your mouth. He didn’t move for what seemed like eternity, constantly reassuring himself that he had done the right thing. And when he did move, it was to readjust his mouth so he could kiss you fully. Lifting both hands, he cupped your face tenderly while the hands that were resting on his chest rose up to hold onto his shoulders. 

You wondered what it must look like, the two of you kissing in the middle of the village, in the middle of a puddle, both soaked to the bone and covered in mud. You didn’t care about that for very long though as your eyes fell shut. Gaston didn’t completely devour and allowed you dominate slightly. Kissing him back, you squeezed his shoulders and laughed slightly when the small amount of facial hair tickled your face. He laughed as well, pulling his mouth from yours. They remained puckered, almost asking for another kiss, his eyes still blissfully shut.

You didn’t allow him the pleasure, at least, not yet as you finished your sentence from before, “because we need to get the mud out of these clothes.”


Holy crap that ended up way longer than I had anticipated. Reblogs and likes are appreciated guys, thanks for reading!

{PART 10} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; As Jungkook watches you become more acquainted with cousin, he also manages to share some of his worries concerning you; with Taehyung being able to draw out Jungkook’s true heart of the whole situation.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1}// {Part 9} {Part 10} {Part 11}

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stars and moons

summary: lin gets taken back to the past to write Hamilton: An American Musical. When he meet’s Y/N he falls head over heels.

a/n: CONGRATS HERE’S A 8k+ IMAGINE

tags: @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @ask-liza-schuyler @letuscomposefanfics


Early 1780’s…

Y/N stood with her sister, their arms inter-looped together. “You see that man?” Eliza whispered and pointed at the man with a bun on the back of his head and facial hair that was scruffy on his chin, she nodded softly as Eliza smiled while Y/N’s eyes fixated on how amazing this man looked. His poster was straight and his clothes made him look wealthy. His hair was in a perfect little bun and his eyes were the most perfect shades of brown. Y/N looked at her sister when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

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One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Five)

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. When an old beggar woman appears at his side, she heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth, and the town’s memories of him, come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five


LeFou was always the punchline of Gaston’s jokes, the lifelong childhood friend whose loyalty towards Gaston was incontrovertible, the “funny guy” who was always present for a good laugh and whose kindness could easily be taken advantage of. It had been quite unchallenging in the past for LeFou to endure Gaston’s obsession with women and war because he believed, in the end, Gaston’s feelings may change towards him.

Gaston wasn’t lionhearted and audacious in his childhood, that part of his persona developed after his parents died, but LeFou couldn’t help himself for being so attracted to him as they grew up. Who wasn’t attracted to Gaston the Hunter? The war hero was the epitome of “tall, dark and handsome” and his success in the village and on the battlefield made every man want to be him and every woman want to sleep with him, or so Gaston assumed. And that precisely was LeFou’s major conflict: he struggled internally with the desire to be Gaston and the desire to be with him. However, people often overlooked just how kind LeFou was and his passionate feelings towards Gaston were set on the backburner for the purpose that the young sidekick simply cared too much about their friendship.

And so, LeFou smiled politely this time last year when Gaston would revolve his days around wooing Belle, the beautiful oddball and bookworm, only for her to reject him constantly. It pained LeFou to watch as Gaston continued making advances on Belle. He knew it would never work out. He couldn’t speak up, he attempted (on multiple occasions), but his belief that Belle could not be more wrong for Gaston was something that the war hero would not accept. She was certainly the most beautiful girl in the village, that much was true, but as the days passed and the rejections were ongoing, LeFou understood that the idea of courting Belle was more of a chase in Gaston’s eyes than an authentic, passionate feeling. He wanted to win. Belle was the prize, she would be his only prize, and the night the mob formed, LeFou was horrified to see the fire screaming inside of Gaston’s dark eyes. Truth be told, Gaston leaving Maurice in the woods to be eaten by wolves was the start of LeFou’s faltering loyalty. How could someone leave an elderly man, a father, tied to a tree to be mauled by vicious animals? And then, that dreaded night when they attacked the castle, LeFou knew that in the hero’s mind, the town had evaporated and he was standing in the middle of the battlefield, ready at a moment’s notice to slaughter the Beast and finally claim his reward. It became all too much for LeFou, his friend was gone and he simply didn’t recognize the monster towering over him, screaming “Do you want to be next?!

He didn’t expect Gaston to survive, no one did, it was an absolute miracle that he was spotted rushing into his tavern the morning after the fall. At first glance, he was unharmed, but when he turned his body sharply as he ripped the tavern door open, a few villagers noted blood stains on the white shirt ruffles that feathered down his chest. That morning was the last glance most of the village had of Gaston, and when LeFou discovered his friend had survived, he spent the following days fighting an inner battle of helping Gaston or shunning him indefinitely. When the rest of the town collectively declared Option B, LeFou’s affectionate heart twisted with guilt and apprehension. Gaston did not cope well with hatred or ill-thoughts of his character and, though seemingly deserving, LeFou simply couldn’t abandon his friend.

In the months after the fall, LeFou gathered as many people into the tavern until the daily customer count improved to four. He didn’t expect praise, it was obvious Gaston refused to exit his room, but LeFou didn’t give up on him. Stanley was patient with this slow progress, well aware of LeFou’s past feelings, but he loved LeFou, after all. He supported him. The prolonged game of winning Gaston’s heart ceased with Stanley now in his life, and LeFou’s genuine acts of caring were to help his old friend, well, live again. It seemed absolutely hopeless until the day Anne wandered into the village. Unlike Belle, the chemistry between the new girl and Gaston was stimulating and LeFou couldn’t deny that maybe she possessed this certain “je ne sais quoi” that would ultimately change Gaston for the better. He could at least hope.

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Run Away With Me // Jung Hoseok, Princess+TutorAU!

Originally posted by sugaa

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (OC name: Hari)

Genre: Princess x TutorAU!, Fluff, Angst, Historical

Summary; You’re the Princess of a great Kingdom, but you’ve been in love with your ballroom dance Tutor, Hoseok, from the moment you laid eyes on him. The King, your father, plans to send you away to marry into another royal family to join together two Kingdoms in holy matrimony. Can you accept your royal duty and leave Hoseok behind, locking him away forever in your memories?

Authors note: This scenario was written for @screaming-hoseok as she won second place in my giveaway! This is the first time I’ve used a name other than (Y/N) for the reader, so I hope you will all enjoy this oneshot AU! (especially you, Hari!!) This story is loosely inspired by a little otome game I play called ‘Midnight Cinderella’.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you have a category for jewellery. Do you have a pic and description of a black necklace on a string? I have seen it a few times. He wore it again in the pic taken on the plane recently, when he wore the white ruffled shirt.

It looks like it could fit in Saint Laurent’s SS15 collection but there’s really no information on it. It made it’s first appearance in Feb 2015 when Harry travelled to Australia for the tour.

What Not To Do In High School (Part 8) [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: Consider for the HS AU: sex in his car after the date

a/n: dat smut tho

WARNING: Smut


| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |


It is extremely hard for Barry to focus on the bowling when you keep pressing your ass to his dick! Trying to be cute went out the window after he first helped you. You’re teasing him on purpose, he’s sure of it. The way you bend over to get a new ball? The way your short black skirt rises up your ass? The way your - oh, forget it. His dick can’t take this torture!

And the stupid Rock Your Body song doesn’t help either. Barry bites his lip, deciding to return to his normal, cocky, bad boy persona. Slowly, his hands land on your waist, feeling the thin black fabric of your cardigan under his palms. His chin hooks over your shoulder, earring indenting his cheek and he smirks, listening to JT sing “gonna have you naked by the end of this song”. Oh, that’s the plan, JT.

A small gasps escapes you; his hands cupping your ass cheeks discreetly. That only encourages him to keep going. “Want me to finger you here or in the car, babe? I’m open to suggestions.” he whispers in the shell of your ear. Quickly, you move away from him and he arches an eyebrow. Wh- oh, you’re putting on your shoes, shit. He copies you, shoving his Vans on and grabbing his red flannel off the seat.

You take the bowling shoes to the clerk, thanking him quickly as the song changes to Pretty Young Thing. With a smirk, you spin around, still walking to the door, motioning for him to come here. Shit. Shit, MJ, Barry’s hard as fuck! He runs after you, the music fading when you get to the parking lot. He’s gonna have sex! Yes!

His hand slides up the back of the car, eyes blown with desire; you lean against the back door, hearing him unlock the doors. Pulling the handle, you giggle, slipping inside; back pressed to the leather seat. Grinning from ear to ear, Barry climbs in, hovering over you. He slams the door shut, flinging his flannel to the front seat and hiking your skirt up your thighs.

His blunt nails scratch your hips, grabbing the fabric of your panties, yanking them down. “Oh god…” you moan, wind hitting your vagina. A smirk stretches across his pale lips and he lowers his face down, white Blink-182 shirt ruffling against his growing abs. He’s working on them. “Barr, hurry. Curfew.” you pant, bucking your hips up.

Well, that almost knocked him out. Nodding, he leans on his left arm, slowly driving a finger inside you. Another blissful gasp leaves your lips. He pumps his digit in and out a few times before stopping. “Can you take three, princess?” he questions, thick eyebrow raising. You breathe, nodding as he plunges three of his fingers in you.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging on the chestnut locks, making him moan. He pumps faster, curling his fingers inside, panting heavy. Sweat drips off your forward, stomach clenching as you approach your climax. “Ba-Barry, I…I’m gonna, uh…” A groan cuts you off and he keeps going, thumb pressing against your pussy.

“Cum then…” he encourages, smirking up at you. With another movement, you find yourself cumming on his long, nimble fingers, chest heaving up and down. Slowly, he pulls his coated digits out, observing the slick juices. “Mmm…” he hums around his fingers, licking them clean, and popping them back out. “You taste really good, sexy.” he winks, green eyes spotting your forgotten underwear. “Can I keep these?”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head against the seat, “Sure, Barr.” you pant, waving your hand. Yes, he thinks, smiling wickedly, score!

Inspired by this adorable text post“Medical fact: The reason your heart flutters when you’re around someone you really really like is because love causes your heart to produce large quantities of bees.”

It all started with one tiny innocent bee, landing on the keyboard of Dean’s laptop on a quiet Sunday morning. A bumblebee, to be more precise. Those little guys with the fluffy white butts that buzzed happily as they went about their business, never really bothering to pay any mind to the humans in their vicinity.

Dean grinned between sips of coffee as the bumblebee kept him company, lazily buzzing around Dean’s screen; Dean didn’t have the heart to catch it or hurt it.

“Hey there, buddy. Here to help me find a case, huh?” He joked as he clicked through several recent news articles.

Just as the words left his mouth, Castiel shuffled into the kitchen, pausing when he spotted Dean, frowning in confusion.

“Yeah, yeah, I was talking to a bee. Laugh at me, see if I care, Cas.”

With a playful roll of his eyes, Dean closed the lid of his laptop so that he could focus on his friend, the bumblebee quickly flying off and disappearing. “Coffee? I made some just now.”

Castiel nodded gratefully. “I’d like that.”

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Late (3)

Part 3 of ‘Late’, as per requested. As usual, feedback is much appreciated!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,838

Part 1, Part 2

You tapped your foot impatiently as you stared at the clock that hung on the wall opposite to you.

05:45.

The minute handle seemed to move even slower than usual. And it’s not like you could leave even a minute before 06:00 because your boss always seemed to have a stick stuck up his ass.

You turned back to your desk, your eyes looking for something to distract yourself for the next five minutes, but you ended up looking back at the clock before you could stop yourself.

05:48.

Dammit. You groaned and leaned over your desk, pressing your cheek against the cool surface, your eyes landing on Chanyeol who was busy with something on his computer. You stayed like that for a minute, finding it the most suitable position to pass the time, when all of a sudden you felt a hand land on your shoulder. You jumped in your seat, a tiny squeal leaving your lips at the sudden contact. And then you heard that familiar chuckle that you’d come to love and you knew exactly who it was. You turned in your seat to face him and immediately stood up.

“Sorry,” he chuckled again, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” You said. “What’re you doing here?”

“I thought we agreed I’d take you home?” He furrowed his brows, confused.

“Well yeah, but it’s still not exactly 6 yet, and my boss never lets me leave early,” you scratched the back of your neck, a nervous habit that never seemed to stop. “And, err, should you really be talking to me or leaving with me in front of anyone..?” You trailed off, looking around to see if anyone was watching the strange encounter. Except for the amused, smirking Chanyeol beside you, no one seemed too interested.

“I’m his boss too, you know. So technically,” he took a step forward and smirked, “if I tell you to leave with me, it’s an order.” You looked down and blushed. He chuckled and stepped back, “And as for anyone looking, it’s not their business to stare.”

You looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, surprised at his statement. He didn’t elaborate and only nodded towards your stuff on the desk. “Now get your stuff, let’s go.” You turned to your desk, grabbing a few things and stuffing them in your bag, noticing Chanyeol sending a smirk towards Baekhyun.

“Ah, nice attitude Baek. I bet she loves it when you get that bossy wh-”

“Yah! Shut your mouth.” Baekhyun smacked him upside the head, and despite your blushing, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Let’s go.”

Now in the car, on the way to his apartment after you’d went to yours and changed into something else, the music played softly in the background. You’d talked a bit at first, asking about each other’s days and all, but now you sat in a comfortable silence. And then he spoke again.

“So what’re you in the mood for?” He asked.

“What can you make?” You looked over at him curiously, getting even more curious when you saw a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“Uh, yeah, about that..” He started, “I can’t really cook.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that. He slowed down at a red light and turned to you, a slight pout on his lips. “Yah, don’t laugh at me.” Through you laughs, you could see a smile forming on his lips despite his upset act. You finally stopped laughing, wiping a stray tear that almost fell out of your eye at your fit.

“Baekhyun, you invited me over to have dinner at your house and you can’t even cook?” You giggle. He started driving again but kept throwing glances your way.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it through properly.” He laughed.

“Well I’m not the best cook myself, and I don’t know what you have in your house either so..” You trailed.

“We can order takeout when we get there?” He suggested. You giggled again and agreed. God, despite him working so high in the company, he seemed like a kid sometimes, and you absolutely loved that.

“Make yourself at home, I’m just gonna go change,” he said as he pulled at his tie, “This suit’s killing me.”

He excused himself and went upstairs to his room. You took the liberty of walking around the living room and taking a look. There were plenty of pictures scattered around, and you looked at each and every single one. Most of them were probably family and close friends, and they were full of smiles and the love seemed to be overflowing through them. You got to a picture of a young boy, a toothy smile gracing his lips, and you immediately recognized it as him. How could you not? 
Just as you were putting it back down, you heard him enter the living room. You turned around and you almost gasped at the sight in front of you. The man you were so accustomed to seeing clean cut in a suit with his hair styled perfectly was not standing in front of you in a pair of ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt and ruffled hair. You swallowed and cleared any inappropriate thoughts that were begging to be acted upon, settling for a smile.

“Never thought I’d see you in jeans and a shirt,” you said.

“I only wear suits for work because they force me to,” he chuckled. He took out his phone and walked towards the couch, ushering for you to take a seat as well. “So, what’re you in the mood for?”

“Hmm, I don’t know..” You settled on the other side of the couch. “What do you think?”

“Chicken?” He suggested.

“Now that you mention it, definitely.” You agreed. He nodded and took out his phone, dialing the number and calling. You took the time to admire him, in the least creepy way of course. He was just so handsome, it was so hard not to. His hair always looked so fluffy and soft, it took every ounce of self control you had not to reach over and run your fingers through it. His lips, you watched them as they moved, slightly puckered with each word he uttered. God, you wished you could feel them against your own for merely just a second.

You were snapped out of your daze when he suddenly turned to you, a smile on his face. “The food will be here in about half an hour.”

“That seems so long,” you whined pouting. He chuckled slightly and got a bit more comfortable on the couch, turning sideways to face you.

“I’m sorry, maybe I should’ve ordered the food while we were on our way here,” he apologized. You shook your head and waved it off as nothing.

“It’s fine, but now we have half an hour to do anything. What should we do?” You turned a bit sideways as well to face him.

“Well..” He started to say before he scooted forward, moving so close that your knees were now touching. “We can start by not sitting at least 5 feet from each other.” He raised his brows and smiled an innocent smile, but something told you that innocence was merely just an act. You blushed but smiled nonetheless.

“Any other suggestions?” You mumbled in a low voice, attempting to maintain eye contact with him but failing miserably. He simply brought his hand under your chin and softly lifted your head like he’d done the night before. Your eyes met his and you held in a sigh, finding yourself getting lost in the deep brown of them. It seemed as if he was getting closer and closer. The closer he got, the more beautiful you saw him. His eyelashes. His nose. His lips. He was so close you felt his warm breath on your skin.

You gulped down an anxious sigh and your teeth unconsciously bit your bottom lip. His eyes broke your stare and traveled down to your lips. He took a deep breath and his thumb moved to your bottom lip, tapping slightly, indicating for you to release it from your teeth. “Don’t do that,” he breathed in a low voice, “it makes me want to kiss you more than I already do..”

You almost melted right there. You gathered up all the courage you had inside you and said something you knew you wouldn’t regret. “What’s stopping you?”
His eyes flickered up to yours for a quick second before they closed, and he finally closed the space left between you two. If you knew this is what kissing him felt like, you would’ve done it the first day you met, even if it cost you your job. As soon as your lips met, you felt your whole body go warm, the little tingles they always talk about in books and movies igniting your skin and showing you just how this simple action can affect you so powerfully.

It was soft and close mouthed, your lips barely applying any pressure, kissing merely just for the feel of it. It only lasted a few seconds before you both slowly pulled away, and your eyes fluttered open after having shut on their own accord with the bliss of kissing him. Your faces stayed close despite you pulling away, your breaths fanning across each other’s skin. His eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze that you didn’t dare to break. The hand that was holding your chin moved and he cupped your cheek softly. His other hand slowly lifted as well, his eyes never once drifting away from yours, and it cupped your jaw. His hands angled your head, his movements oh so gentle, and pulled you in for another kiss that nearly took your breath away.

This one was a bit braver than the first, now that you both knew the other wanted the same thing. With every soft brush of his lips, you felt your body grow warmer and your stomach wind tighter. His lips felt so nice. They were addicting and you wondered if you could ever gather the ability to stop yourself from kissing him.

You realized your hands were still resting motionlessly on your lap, and you lifted them to tangle in his hair, feeling a sense of relief at finally being able to know what if felt like to run your fingers through the soft strands. He seemed to be encouraged by your movement and the hand that was cupping your jaw moved to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling with the hair at the bottom, and he put slight pressure to press your lips harder against his.

Your bodies were gradually moving closer and closer, like two magnets that were bound to be stuck together no matter. You almost whimpered when you felt his tongue flick against your lips and you shyly parted your lips for him. But there was clearly no room for shyness as his tongue immediately invaded your mouth and tangled with yours. Your fingers grabbed tighter at his hair unconsciously, overwhelmed at the sensation.

Your bodies sat opposite to each other, now with no space between your legs and your knees bumped into each other, leaving no room to scoot closer anymore. So Baekhyun took the liberty of grabbing the leg that wasn’t beneath you and was draped over the end of the couch, bringing it over his so you were half straddling him. The position brought you two much closer, but you wanted closer, you wanted more. You brought your other leg from beneath and draped it over his other side, lifting yourself up onto his lap, making sure not to break contact between your lips. One of his hands left your face and he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you to him properly.

God, you couldn’t believe this was happening. You would’ve pinched yourself to check if this was real or not, but you settled for basking in the pleasure instead. You couldn’t help yourself and did something that you’d wanted to do from the first time you took the time to admire those lips of his. You caught his bottom lip between your teeth and softly nibbled on it, and you were more than pleased with the soft groan that left his lips.

Your senses were on overdrive, completely surrounded with Baekhyun.

He was all you could smell. That manly cologne that you immediately smelled every single day you stepped foot in the elevator with him. You could recognize it anywhere.

He was all you could see. Your eyes would flutter open for a mere half a second when you angled your head differently, and there he was. You almost regretted closing your eyes every time.

He was all you could hear. His soft breath, you could hear it. The tiny, barely groans he would let out every once in a while.

He was all you could feel. The soft texture of his hair beneath your fingertips. His torso grazing yours the closer you got. His thighs beneath yours, emitting warmth into your body. His skin itself was porcelain soft, and you let your hands appreciate the texture of it.

And finally, his taste. You know when you kiss someone and you just immediately this was going to be your favorite thing to do forever? It was that distinct taste that you could never clearly describe except for addressing it as him. And you were absolutely hooked on it.

You felt him slowly leaning back, the arm around your waist pulling you along with him, and you willingly moved forward. His back laid comfortably back, and you wished to pull away for just a second to imprint the image to your memory, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

Unfortunately, it seemed you had to when you heard the doorbell ring loudly, causing you to jump slightly. You pulled away from his lips, but he quickly tightened his arm around you and brought your lips back to his. You giggled slightly into the kiss, causing him to smile as well, continuing to kiss you nonetheless. You lost yourself in the kiss pretty quickly, forgetting about the door for a few seconds, before it rang again.

“Baek..” You mumbled in between breathless, heavenly kisses that made you dizzy. “Mmm.. The door..” You placed your hands on his chest and softly pushed, pinning him against the couch to stop him from reaching you. Your breathing was slightly heavy from the intense kissing that’d just occurred, your faces flushed. He looked up at you with an innocent pout, though the look in his eyes was a complete contrast.

“As much as I’m loving this, we did order food you know?” You giggled.

“Fine, fine.” He sighed jokingly, but pulled you in for a quick peck before you could protest, and your blush seemed to deepen even though you’d probably just spent more than twenty minutes making out. You lifted yourself off him and sat back on the couch while he excused himself to go get the food.

“Food’s here!” It seemed like the man that was just kissing your breath away minutes ago was gone and was replaced with a child that was hungry for his meal. It baffled you how many personalities could be molded into one person, but you already adored it nonetheless, a smile gracing your lips as he made his way back to the couch next to you


After a fun night at his place, he was driving you home. You had dinner and laughed and talked all the way through it. You’d put in a movie, though you barely focused as you also had conversations ranging from fun and sweet childhood stories to questions about your favorite pets. It was silly, but sweet and endearing nonetheless. You found out more and more about him, and the more you found out, the more infatuated you got.

Now here you were, in front of your apartment building. He walks with you to the gate and you to stop to turn around and say your goodbye for the night. But before you could utter a word, his arm loops around your waist and pulls you forward. You gasp and fall into his embrace and steady yourself with your hands on his chest. You look up at him with wide eyes, but they immediately fall shut when he kisses you softly. The kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away, his face close to yours and his eyes fluttering open. He pecks you one last time before grinning and pulling away. You steady your weak knees and smile back shyly.

“Goodnight, ___.” He waves slightly.

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.” You smile and turn around, opening the gate and entering the building, catching his gaze one last time before he got in the car and drove away. As soon as you entered your apartment you almost fainted, and this merely the beginning.

This is Halloween

Summary: Dean x Reader - The reader and the winchesters have to go undercover at a halloween party to catch the demon they’re hunting. 

Triggers/warning: None, maybe some light swearing and 1920s slang XD

Word Count: 5354

Y/N = Your name

I’m back! Thank you for all the lovely messages. I have sorted things our (kind of) and will be able to come back and write again now. I’ll try to get the final part of wonderland and possibly a sequel to mirror people out as soon as I have settled again. Until then I hope you enjoy!

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“Ugh, do we really have to do this?” Sam asked reluctantly after Dean revealed how you were going to get your next lead on a hunt. You had to infiltrate the next possible victims house, well mansion really to be more precise. And as luck would have it you had an easy way in this time. No B&E necessary. But it did however require costumes and taking part in the merriment usually associated with a Halloween party. Which was why Sam was leaning back in his chair looking unimpressed.

“Well, I don’t like it anymore than you do Sammy. People dressing up as monsters and other things that go bump in the night for their own entertainment doesn’t sit right with me either. But it’s the best way for us to get in there,” Dean said over the long mahogany table in the Men of Letters bunker, his eyes sharing the same despondent look as his brother.

“Don’t bullshit me Dean, you like Halloween,” Sam said grumpily.

“I like the candy part, and maybe the slutty costumes, but that’s it,” Dean said with a shrug. It was true enough. The Winchester brothers weren’t really fond of Halloween, understandable of course, considering their job.

You, however, were elated. You loved Halloween, a quirk that the two brothers didn’t understand. For you Halloween meant pretending to be someone you weren’t. And it also served as a fond trip down memory lane to a time before you knew all of the nightmarish creatures were real. So the idea of getting to celebrate and dress up didn’t bother you as you tried to keep from smiling at the idea of going undercover.

Not smiling became easier when Sam, happily, pointed out one major downside. “We don’t even have costumes though, and the party starts in a few hours. So, I guess we’re better off finding another way in,”

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