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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.6

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

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



“Ughh” Jin grunts, as he dumps the heavy bagged object on the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his youngest brother dropped another bag.

“Does it not bother you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest brother.

Jin, honestly didn’t know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.

He let out a frustrated sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to get used to it.”

“Used to this? H-how can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.

“Jungkook, it’s out of our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”

“How could you even refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.

Jin was losing his composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being, who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except Jungkook. He was different from the rest.

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STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’
sidlink roadtrip (modern au)

-sidon drives during the day bc link is borderline nocturnal and also is too Jittery to wanna sit in one spot and stare at the road for hours (@ least while the suns out). usually falls asleep 2 minutes after they leave the house and wakes up an hour and a half into the trip. picks the music (usually alternative / chill music w soft guitar and gentle singing that makes sidon sleepy)
-link drives @ night bc sidon is 👏 goddamn 👏 gone 👏 at 10pm exactly no amount of redbull or coffee will keep him coherent enough to drive, especially not on a dark monotonous highway going 70 miles an hour. sometimes wakes up the middle of the night either bc sleepin in a car aint very comfortable or the roads real bumpy and jars him awake or he quote “misses link” (which link always jst smiles and rolls hs eyes at bc why hs bf so fuckin cheesy. this is illegal). doesnt talk as much as usual when he does bc hes sleepy and usually just wants to enjoy links presence. usually they listen to podcasts. its chill. sleepi sidons real cute and link keeps trying to give him smooches bc hes so Fucking Cute (him groggily mumbling “eyes on the road” doesnt help)
-link has to pee every twelve minutes. sidon seemingly never does no matter how much he drinks in the car. truly an enigma
- “are we there yet” “no”
-sidons too careful a driver. will only go 5 miles over the speed limit “as if theres a cop under every single bridge,” link says. sidon ignores him
-link shouldnt be allowed to drive. constantly 15 miles over the speed limit. “as if he has Places To Go,” sidon says. will only sort of slow down if he can see a cop. luckily really only drives at night when there arent very many cars on the highway
-link Always put his feet on the dashboard. “stinky,” sidon says. he would smack him in the face if his legs could reach (they cant hes very small)
- “are we there yet” “no”
- “stop drinking so much water, link im not stopping til we get to the next state over”
- “can we go back and pick up that dead thing” “no”
-every single cheesy roadside attraction is visited. every single gift shop is milled over. every possible “greetings from ___” postcard is purchased. they dont even send people postcards. neither has ever used a postcard in their life.
- “are we there yet” “no”
-is link watching the road or watching his boyfriend sleep. the answer May Surprise You (its his boyfriend)
- “we need to stop so i can stretch my legs” “why” “its what you do when youre tall you wouldnt understand” “im breaking up with you”
- “are we there y–” “does it look like we are there yet

The Arrangement (Part 11)

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Summary: Dean reflects on the evening, and the two of you have a heart to heart

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: mild smuttiness, language because I generally swear like a sailor, anxiety, some sadness, discussions of a breakup

A/N: this part isn’t super eventful, per se, but there’s plenty in there, like the sexy times I promised to you guys AND to Dean let’s be real (it’s not true smut b/c I’m bad at writing it so I didn’t, but there’s plenty discussed) and there’s a pretty serious chat… so enjoy! There’s still more to come!

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HYYH: Save Me

Plot: Running into old friends during their worst times could sometimes be a the ray of hope that they needed to survive.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, HYYH au!

Notes: Slowly starting to run out of ideas.. REASONS WHY I’M ASKING FOR REQUESTS LIKE PLS. I shall give you what you want, whether it be smut or fluff or angst– whatever. 1,128 Words

P.S. I’m very afraid to start a series because of all the plagiarism that is going on at the moment; not only that, I really want to think of something special with a unique plot. 

Originally posted by jun-kookie

“Stop!”

You begged, watching a familiar brunet get beat up in the dark alley you were at. He was panting, there was a bruise on his cheek, but he wasn’t even fighting back. The hooded males who were beating him up ended up turning around, and so did the victim.

Jeon Jungkook – your classmate, a misfit. Your friend since the beginning of the year. A person you only talked to at school, until he had suddenly disappeared a few months ago.

But here he was, getting beaten up by two strangers.

“Do you want to get hurt, too?” One of the men threateningly asked you, their growl making you flinch slightly.

“Stay out of this..” Jungkook’s voice was coarse, his lips were swelling. “Leave her out of this…”

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Help

You got home from work just to find an old friend passed out on your couch.

Originally posted by krangie


You got out of your car and walked inside, hoping that your neighbors weren’t in the hallway again. You dreaded seeing them, wanting them to just pretend you weren’t in the building most of the time. You made it off of the elevator and took your shoes off, tiptoeing down the hall towards your front door. As you got it open another one opened, a familiar nagging voice saying something irrelevant. You quickly got in and shut the door, looking through the peephole just so you could watch them go back inside of go somewhere else. When the three women got on the elevator you sighed, leaning against the door as you locked it. You out your shoes down and walked into the living room, ready to sit down and watch some television. Or so you thought.

There he was, James or Bucky, your old friend from when you worked with the bad guys known as Hydra and the man you couldn’t help but have feelings for, was passed out on your sofa. You walked towards him and tapped his shoulder, waiting for a response but getting nothing. “James get up.” You said as you tapped him again. You sighed and shook your head, looking him over just for old times sake. But suddenly you noticed the blood stain on his chest and a rip on his shirt. You lifted it and gasped, rushing to get your first aid kit and coming back. You opened the antiseptic alcohol and poured it on him, causing him to holler and shoot up. “James! Hey!” You yelled, trying to get him to keep still but it didn’t work. He shot up and grabbed your arms, pushing you to the floor and pinning you down. “James.. it’s me.” You winced as the grip of his metal arm tightened. “It’s Y/n.” He looked at you for a second before sitting up.

“Y/n.” He lowly got up and sat back on the couch. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” You mumbled, rubbing your wrist. “Lay back down so I can help you.” He did as you said and lifted his shirt for you. “Thanks.” He just nodded. You stitched him up and covered his wounds, smiling before sitting on the coffee table behind you. “Alright James. How did you find me?”

“I had Friday look for you.” He said, fixing himself. “You were the only one I trusted to patch me up when things went wrong with a mission.”

“So you basically stalked me.” You nodded. “I’m sorry but I don’t appreciate you coming here wounded. Especially when I have really nosey neighbors.”

“I came through the window in your bedroom.” He stated plainly.

“Well that makes it even better.” You sighed and shook your head. “Who’s Friday?”

“That’s complicated.” He said, chuckling as he shook his head.

“Alright.” You nodded. “Tell me about the mission. I’ll make some coffee.”

“It was supposed to be a simple get in and get out recon mission but they knew I was coming and I got attacked.” He shook his head as he remembered what happened.

“Who was the recon about?”

“Hydra.” He said.

“The people that are supposed to be gone?” You asked, confused. “Why are you looking for them?”

“There are some people still working for them trying to give me a bad name.” You handed him the coffee and he took it, drinking some before looking at you. “What have you been doing since Hydra was exposed?”

“I work with animals.” You smiled more to yourself before looking at him.

“You always did love them.” He smirked as he watched you.

“Yeah. I’m thinking about taking one of the puppies with me if he doesn’t get adopted.” You sat next to him and got comfortable.

“I’ve missed you.” He said softly. You laughed as you shook your head.

“Very funny James.” You tried to hide the smile that was forming but couldn’t help it.

“I‘m serious.” He said, his voice low this time. “Everything about you actually.“

“Yeah right.” You shook you head and sipped your coffee. “Don’t play with a girls emotions James.”

“Who’s playing?” He asked, putting the cup down. You bit your bottom lip before nodding.

“Alright.” You laughed. “What did you miss about me?”

“Where do I start?”

“James.. stop.” You warned, trying to keep yourself calm. It was something about him that made feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

“You know you’re the only one that calls me that.” He said, as he smirked.

“What do they call you?”

“Bucky.”

“I like James better.” You smiled and finished your coffee, looking at the man that was staring at you. “What?”

“I like when you say my name.” He said, licking his lips.

“James.. pl-”

“I want you to scream it.” He said, his voice deeper and his eyes full of lust now. Your mind could take in what was happening but you were on top of him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. His lips attached themselves to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving a sweet bruise. His metal hand was cold against your heating skin, sending the perfect chill up your spine. He slowly brushed his lips down your jaw line, his eyes trained on you, watching every reaction you made as he moved down your body. He slowly slipped his tongue across the skin of your chest as he moved, groaning at the taste of you. His hands rested on the small of your back, lifting you higher so he could take your left breast into his mouth. You moaned and arched into him, your fingertips pressing into you his shoulder.

“J-James.” You wanted to say something but only his name escaped. He took that as an invitation, pushing his cold metal hand into your pants, squeezing you cheek enough to leave a bruise. He slipped your pants down your butt and pushed you so you stood over him now.

“Take it off.” He demanded softly. He was showing his dominance but he also wanted to be gentle with you because he wasn’t sure about how much you could take. You stripped for him slowly, contemplating on letting him see all of you. Like James you had scars as well, a big one in particular that went started above your belly button and ended at your waist. James never knew about the scar because it happened after he left for his mission to kill Captain America. You messed up with Hydra, let your emotions cloud your judgement and nearly got yourself killed. His warm hand found a place on your waist and moved to your belly button, tracing the scar before he pulled his shirt off along with his pants. “Come here.” He laid you on the couch and kissed you again, pulling your underwear off and tossing it. Your kiss became rough and frantic, wanting some form of release now. He pushed his fingers inside of you, your back arching at the icy feeling.

“J-James.” You cried out as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. “O-oh.. don’t stop!” You wrapped your arm around his neck as you pressed your forehead against his. You closed you eyes as his fingers moved effortlessly inside of you. “Please James.” You were a whimpering mess at this point and all he used was a finger.

“Come.” He whispered harshly in your ear as he nipped and sucked on your neck. Your moans grew louder as you got closer, he pulled his finger out and rubbed your clit, throwing you over. You were in bliss now, a smile on your face as you let out of last moan. “I’m not finished yet.” He pulled your legs so that they were hooked in his arms, smiling down at the shock on your face.

“James wait!” You hollered but he was already inside of you, the sudden pain you felt caused you to scream. He was big, defiantly above average and thick. “James i-it’s to big.” He cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“I didn’t know you we-”

“It’s okay. I forgot to mention it.” You closed your eyes and relaxed. “I’m okay.” He nodded slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. He was being gentle, wanting to make sure you adjusted to his size. You dug your nails into his back as you bit your lip, the pleasure overwhelming you. Your breathy moans turned vocal as his thrust picked up, going deeper into you. James changed his position, sitting up so that you were straddling him again. His hands had a firm grip on your ass as he helped you move on him. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to hit the spot that James was. You couldn’t help the loud cries that slipped out of you. James placed his and on your throat, semding a new wabe of pleasure to surge throught you. You tightened around him and he growled, going harder as you grew closer. “Oh my- I’m gonna-” You screamed in ecstasy as you climaxed again, biting James as he spilled into you.

“Fuck Y/n!” He yelled, slowing down after a couple more rough thrusts. You huffed and looked up at him a small smile on your face as you caressed his cheek.

“Bucky. I think I-” He kissed you, cutting you off.

“I know. I love you too.” He smiled and preased his forehead against yours. There was a knock on the door that ruines your moment of happiness. You sighed and got up, putting on James’s shit and walking to the door. You looked at your neighbors and they all stared at you.

“We heard screams.” 304 said, looking you up and down.

“Yeah I.. I have-”

“What’s going on Doll?” James asked, walking to the door in only his boxers. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his body. “Come back and cuddle with me.” Your neighbors stared, looking at the scratches on his arms and chests along with the handprint and hickies forming on yours.

“The neighbors were checking on me.” You smiled up at him, thankful for the save. “I was going to tell them I’m okay.”

“Oh I think she’s more than okay.” James winked at you and you blushed, smiling at the three women before closing the door.

“Thank you so much James.” You said, smiling. “They’re really nosey.”

“I bet they are.” He chuckled. “Come on.” He grabbed your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to cuddle Doll what else did you think we would do?” He smirked and you couldn’t help but blush.

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(170130) Wonho’s Fancafe update
I didn’t even realise that the time had gone by.
I was sleeping when my mom woke me up, after she had set the food out. It feels like back in the day when I used to go to school she always laid out the food.
I would wake up to eat, eat the food and then go to school.
I went to my mom’s shop and drank some coffee.
Then I went to catch some Pokémon, where I caught a lot of Eevees..
Why aren’t there any more, I even went up a hill.
After I went hiking to catch some Pokémon and took some pictures. I wanted to show how I spent my time.
Ah, and finally these are the snow Monbebes that I made and left

translated by fymonsta-x ϟ take out with full credit.

Post Break-Up Sentence Starters

For all your angsty “I still love you” needs 

 
(send a sentence and a name x) 

  • “Just give me a reason to come back.”
  • “You’re not good for me.”
  • “How come I can’t let go of you?”
  • “I never forgot.”
  • “I had to get new bedding because I couldn’t lay in it without you there.”
  • “It was never your fault.”
  • “I never wanted things to end.”
  • “Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after hearing it.”
  • “You’re still in my dreams.”
  • “Did you move on?”
  • “I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.” 
  • “The song was about you.”
  • “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”
  • “I shouldn’t want the elevator to stall, but at least it would keep you here.”
  • “I’ll wait at our restaurant ‘til closing time.  If you don’t go then I’ll stop trying.”
  • “No one will suit you like I did.”
  • “He/She didn’t answer any of the calls or texts.”
  • “Did he/she say anything about me?”
  • “If this is the last time I see you, know I love you more than anything.”
  • “My parents asked about you.”
  • “How am I supposed to let go?”
  • “He/She posted a picture with another guy/girl on Instagram.”
  • “I need to go fix what I had with him/her.”
  • “It’s been months, but it’s still you.”
  • “Give me another chance.”
  • “All the memories replay in my head so often.”
  • “Do you ever think of me?”
  • “I was lying… I knew you’d be at this party, that’s why I came.”
  • “So you’re seeing someone new?”
  • “I’d give up so much to have another chance.”
  • “What happened to us?”
  • “I don’t remember a fight, or a reason, so what happened?  Why did we break up?”
  • “My friends keep telling me to get over you.”
  • “My friends kept telling me to fix things with you.”
  • “I didn’t know you’d be here… He must’ve set this up.  Us meeting again.”
  • “You’re still as beautiful as I remember.”
  • “Can I buy you a coffee?  For old time’s sake.”
  • “You always were a bit clumsy… How about I help you get home?”
  • “I’m just trying to find reasons to keep us talking, honestly.”
  • “I miss you.”
  • “I didn’t want it to end, but I thought you’d be better off.”
  • “I haven’t gone to that diner since we broke up.”
  • “I found way too many break up playlists since it all ended…”
  • “Hey… I can’t believe you actually answered.”
  • “H-How have you been?”
  • “You sent so many drunk texts… I had to come over and make sure you were okay.”
  • “It was all my fault.  Every piece of it.  Why do you blame yourself?”
  • “Apparently you left this sweater at my place all that time ago… I could’ve got a friend to give it to you, I guess, but… I don’t know.  I just came without thinking.”
  • “We were so good.”
  • “No! I-… I’m… I’m not dating him/her.  I can’t.  It wouldn’t be fair.”
run pt. 2

Originally posted by crime-in-our-minds

summary: its been 5 months since you left the BAU to hide your pregnancy with spencer’s child and cope with your broken heart. you’ve moved to new york and started a new life, there are revelations about how spencer really feels, and your old life catches up to you

words: 1761

warnings: um vague sex, language, angst, pregnancy, etc.

a/n: HOLY SHIT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS AS WELL AS THE LAST PART. MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED.

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Request:  Can I request a smut where Carl walks in on (y/n) masturbating and he like joins her (he like masturbates with her) and they sort of watch each other and then he can’t take it anymore so they eventually end up having loud sex and then the next day everyone like makes jokes and stuff because they heard them? I love your imagines btw they’re amazing?? xo

Warning: SMUT, language idk.

a/n: I just can’t seem to let go of Glenn, someone messaged me asking me about why Glenn is always in my fics after 7x01 and it’s just because I’m in denial lol idk. Also I added a part with Rick’s PoV just because I thought it was cute lol.

Don’t be afraid to request anything or message me telling me what you think, I’ll always answer :) xo


You sit on the sofa and look at the coffee table in front of you and sigh. This had to be the most boring day of your life. Carl was on watch and Enid had gone over the walls and you just weren’t feeling that today. Rick was out with Michonne, Maggie and Glenn and Carol had Judith. You walk over to the book case in the corner and run your finger over each book.

None of them appeal to you and you let out a long, exasperated sigh as you walk to the stairs, up them and into Carl’s bedroom. You find a random comic and lie on his bed, flicking through the pages you sigh as you realise you’ve already read it. But you read it anyway, twice, until you see the sky has darkened drastically and you sigh to yourself.

Before you realise you’re doing it, you squeeze your thighs together and whimper. Recently you had been hornier than usual and on top of it all Carl had been very busy so he never had time.  Your hand ran down your body and to your clothed pussy as you began to rub small circles and you let out a quiet moan. You push your hand passed your trousers and your fingers found your clit as they began to rub harsh but small figure eights.

You back arches off of the bed and you moan as you shut your eyes and picture Carl’s hands instead of yours. You stop your actions for a quick minute to dispose of your clothes. You slide your top off first and through it along with your trousers and underwear.

You continue to do so until you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and your legs start to twitch a little. Your eyes shoot open and your heart speeds up a little as you see Carl stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smirking. You don’t stop your actions you just continue to look at him while pleasuring yourself. He walks over to where you lay naked and he takes his hat off, placing it on the floor. You throw your head back as you continue your actions.

He rids himself of his clothes and lays next to you and you look into his eye for a moment before looking at what he’s doing. He takes a hold of his length and starts to pleasure himself. You moan at the sight of him as your hand comes up to your breast and you tug. You watch him as his hips buck up slightly as he watches you and you see his chest rise and fall deeply. Carl strokes himself as you begin to moan loudly, unaware of how loud you are actually being. Carl is grunting and moaning beside you as he watches you intently. You circle your entrance with a finger before inserting it and then you hear Carl growl beside you.

Before you know it his lips are on yours and his hand is pushing yours away to replace it with his. You gasp as he enters two fingers into you and you try to control your breathing. You fail as you moan out and breath harshly. His lips trail down your neck where he sucks and bites and you are sure he left a mark. He stops what he’s doing and you try to slow down your heart as it pounds heavily against your chest. His face is level with your dripping core as he looks at you.

“So (Y/n), tell me how your day has been.” He says, smirking, and you scoff.

“What?” You exclaim as he’s still level with your pussy but he makes no move.

“I won’t do so much as look at your pussy until you tell me what led you to laying here playing with yourself.” He utters as he still focuses on your face. “I’m waiting.”

“Okay, well before you got here I almost read-ah shit.” his tongue finally attaches to your core as he licks harshly at your clit and your back arches off the bed. He stops once he realises you’ve stopped talking. “Right um, I almost read a book b-but they all s-seemed too boring so I-I came up here t-to read a comic but one thing l-led to another and I ended up touching myself b-because I was s-so bored.” You manage to pant out as he doesn’t stop torturing your clit with his tongue.

“Now was that so hard.” He says as he brings a finger to your entrance and pushes in, causing you to moan very loudly. “Shh. We don’t want people complaining now do we.” He says before his lips attach to your clit again, sucking and licking as you become a moaning mess while he pumps a finger in and out of you.

“P-please Carl.” You mewl.

“Please what (Y/n)?” He whispers against your pussy. You feel yourself start to unravel as his fingers continue to move in and out, in and out.

“Please, I- oh my god Carl!” You almost scream as you come around his fingers and thrash against him. He starts to slow his actions as your hips grind against his fingers and you breath heavily until he removes his fingers and pops them in his mouth. You watch his and he winks at you when he notices you’re watching him and he moves you so you are on your side as he lays behind you so his face is level with your shoulder.

You can’t see what he’s doing behind you but you can feel it as he lines himself up to your entrance and only allows the tip to enter you. You wait for a couple of seconds before you feel his hips snap against yours and your head tips back as you rest on you elbows. He thrusts into you as you feel his lips kiss your shoulders as you moan loudly. With your free hand you clamp it over your mouth as you begin to breath heavily and you feel your high approaching for the second time that day.

Carl moans a string of the words ‘shit’ and 'fuck’ as he continues to thrust into you.

“Come (Y/n), do it for me.” He whispers in your ear before placing his lips upon your temple. Your hand drops from your mouth to the sheets as you grip at them and moan loudly as you come undone.

“Oh god Carl!” The sound of your voice vibrates from the walls as Carl, next to you, moans your name as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your back. You both still, fatigue rushing over your bones and breathing heavily as you try to calm your selves before you feel the bed dip and see Carl stand to grab his shirt from the ground only to wipe his come off of your back.

He pulls you to him so that your head is in his chest and his hand runs through your hair.

“Sleep now.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead.

“This day wasn’t so boring after all.” You say and you feel him smirk.

Ricks PoV: I step through the door and place my gun on the side, kicking my boots off while Michonne trails in behind me, holding Judith in her arms. Then the sound of (Y/n)’s voice rattles through the house.

“Oh god Carl!” I feel my eyes widen as (y/n)’s voice sounds more like a moan. I turn to look at Michonne and she stares back at me, her eyes as wide as mine. The sound of Carl’s moans then echo through the house.

“Are they-?” She whispers as her eyebrows furrow and she starts chuckle. I do the same as we walk into the living room.

“They’re kids, they have to learn sometime right?” I mutter as we both sit, chuckling to ourselves while Judith sits on Michonne’s lap and the moans stop.

We wait for almost 15 minutes to see if there would be anymore noises from the bedroom.

“I’m guessing they’re done?” Michonne says while Judith sleeps on the sofa.

“The only way to know for sure is to just go up there.” I say as I stand and Michonne stands with me. We both walk up the stairs and to Carls closed bedroom door. I knock before opening the door and prepare myself but when I step inside I breath out a sigh of relief. There are clothes scattered on the floor as they both lay asleep and Carl is hugging (Y/n) as close to him as he can. The sight is sobering and I smile. He may be young but I know he’s in love and that she makes him happy.

Normal PoV: You stir as you feel Carl’s arms wrapped around your torso and you rub your eyes and yawn. You climb out of the bed gently, making sure not to wake Carl as you reach for Carl’s flannel and your bottoms.

“Come back to bed for 5 more minutes please.” Carl’s whines and you laugh.

“Sorry I woke you but we should probably get up anyway.” You say as Carl’s huffs.

“Fine.” He sits up and grabs his trousers and a different flannel when he says you’re wearing his. You both walk down the stairs and to the kitchen but stop when you see there are eyes on you. Rick, Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Daryl, Sasha and Carol all stare at you both as they smirk and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“What?” Carl’s brows furrow. Rick’s mouth hangs open as he stares at his son.

“What? Don’t what us. The whole of freaking Alexandria heard you two last night.” He says as he laughs.

“They’ve gotta learn somehow right?” Daryl chuckles and you laugh and Carl looks at you smiling.

“Hey.” Rick points to you two with his spoon. “We’re gonna talk about this later.” You both nod as he turns serious. He grabs your hand and leads you too the living room.

“That was so embarrassing.” You utter as your hands cover your face and you smile.

“They’re not going to let us live this down are they?” He chuckles and you shake your head.

“Nope. Maybe we should do it again just to piss them off.” You say and he smirks.

“Maybe we should just do it again because I fucking love you.” His eyebrow raises as you place a kiss to his lips.

“We’ll see.” You whisper.

Diary of a Black Male: Entry #46

I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.

We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.

Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.

I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.

The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”

Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.

That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.

That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.

She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.

I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.

She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.

She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.

He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.

She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.

She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.

I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.

I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.

I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.

The Wrong Side of Heaven Part Two (demon!bucky x reader)

Originally posted by veivirmorte

Summary: Bucky is a demon, sent to earth to kill a human. But when he meets her, he can’t exactly figure out why she was chosen to die.

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!!

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: blood ritual, some fluff, a few swears

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Two weeks have gone by, and you and James have somehow developed a strong bond together, always joking about, laughing, giggling, sending each other texts during your breaks, going out on friend dates.

Bucky didn’t know where or how the friendship started, honestly. One day, he walked in to work, only to discover you had bought him breakfast and coffee and left your phone number on the coffee cup. So, naturally, he responded to you, buying a coffee and doughnut the next day. Thus sprout the friendship between you two. To say Bucky was excited about the progress was a complete understatement. He never expected you to respond to him in this way. But here you were, always happy and giddy around him.

One day, as he walked next to you after work hours, he’d caught himself wondering why he was sent to watch you You seemed innocent enough, right? You had been a good worker, had amazing family members, as you’d told him. You traveled a bit in your childhood. You were an all around good citizen to the world.

So why had he been sent to collect her soul? Were you in some underground cult that only his elder knew about? Bucky wondered these questions quite a bit over the weeks, but never received an answer from his higher power. You lived a normal life. You lived that typical white picket life that many people strive to do.

So why? What was wrong in your case?

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A few weeks have passed since the little date Baekhyun and I had at the ice-cream parlour. It was a few days after that when he asked me to be his girlfriend. The always present smile on his face grew 10 times wider when I said yes.

Things have been going quite well for us, which I am very grateful for. We preferred to keep things quiet since news seemed to spread quite quickly around the office. The only one that knows about us is Jay, who in fact, was very excited to hear that her cousin and ‘work bestie’ finally got together.

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Wherefore (Latte) Art Thou

Coffee Shop AU where Eren has been trying to woo Levi with increasingly intricate latte art. Only Levi doesn’t really notice. But he does notice how long it takes. And he does notice that it’s cold. So finally after Eren has drawn a pair of wings and set down the cup batting his eyelashes, Levi has had enough.

“Look, I just want it scalding hot and I can do without all this foamy bullshit, so please, for next time, just make it quick so I can get out of here and get back to work, okay?”

The barista behind the counter glared at him, but Levi was too busy glued to his phone to notice.

The next time he came through Hanji bounced about peeking over the counter.

“A heart! A tree! A leaf! No! It’s–”

“Will you stop guessing? And you–” Levi snapped his fingers. “Messy apron! Let’s get going here. Don’t entertain this idiot.”

He set down Hanji’s latte carefully.

“A cat!” they crowed with delight snapping a picture for their Instagram.

“Why do you insist we come here?” Levi said impatiently, checking his phone again. “I hate our society’s obsession with aesthetic over content. Sure it looks good, but you’re just getting cold fucking foam over coffee that tastes like shit.”

The barista finally finished with Levi’s cup and set it down.

“Finally,” Levi said picking it up.

He paused for a moment to examine the little turd that the barista had crafted complete with small flies buzzing about. He snorted.

What no rose this time?” Levi drawled and when the barista continued to watch him with his arms folded over his chest, Levi curled his fingers over the rim of the cup and took a long sip. “I don’t even care.”

The barista’s look darkened. Yet, he did not let up. The next day Levi received a cup with a middle finger made of foam. The day after that he received a frown-y face. Then the day after that he was actually given an iced latte by his barista nemesis.

And then on a Wednesday he found a plain foamy drink in front of him. 

“Finally give up did you?” Levi tried to keep the smirk out of his voice, but it wasn’t his usual barista, it was a smaller, blonde man. “Oh. Where’s the other guy?”

“Oh Eren? He quit.”

Quit. The words fell on Levi like ton of bricks.

The next day, his barista–Eren–still wasn’t there. Did he really quit? And quit over Levi? Levi paced as he waited for his drink, flexing his fingers in an agitated manner. The newer barista set down his cup and Levi seized upon him.

“Did he say where he went? Messy Apron–er, Eren. I mean, people don’t just up and quit jobs for no reason. Did he get a job somewhere else or–?”

Levi didn’t even finish before the barista slowly rotated the cup. Inside was a perfectly drawn arrow. Levi stared at it and then tilted his head before following where it pointed. Behind him he found Eren, sitting at a table, sticking a pen in his hair as he wrote down notes. Levi’s feet seemed to move on their own.

“You shouldn’t–you shouldn’t quit just because someone is an ass to you,” Levi said, fiddling with his scarf. “That’s just–”

“Relax, I didn’t quit, I just took the morning shift,” he said, not looking up from his notes.

“Oh,” said Levi.

“I asked to take it,” Eren emphasized.

Oh,” said Levi in an even smaller voice.

“I mean, do you have any idea how infuriating it is when you spend so much of your time making something beautiful and to have the person you have a crush on just refuse it? Do you know what it’s like to put that much effort and have them not even notice?”

“Sortof,” said Levi.

Eren snorted. 

“How?”

“I hate coffee,” Levi blurted out. Confessed was more like it actually. “It’s bitter and it tastes like burnt asshairs. Even cutting it with milk does nothing to the taste. I hate coffee. I’ve always hated coffee. Every time I have it my insides feel like they’re about to fall out.”

Eren threw up his hands in frustration.

“Then why on earth would you come here every day and order–oh. Oh.”

The tips of Levi’s ears went red.

“Then what do you like?” Eren asked.

“Tea,” Levi answered, face now burning.

“Well then,” Eren said, standing up and putting on his coat. “Would you like to get a cup of tea with me?”

“Yes,” said Levi dazedly taking Eren’s extending arm.

anonymous asked:

Lol so what does it mean to be a theater kid?

• Their favorite hangouts are the local theatre, chorus room, the thesbian dressing rooms, drama room, and the choir teacher’s office

• Always singing show tunes like it’s an all day every day musical

• Most of their wardrobe consists of tee shirts from past plays they’ve put on, broadway shows they’ve gone to, or dress shoes dunno why just dress shoes maybe a peacoat

• If you don’t know every word to RENT or can break out into the dance choreography to Oklahoma or Westside Story at the drop of a hat you can’t hang around them :/

• No boundaries between people at all?? you’re at the library and all of a sudden one is sitting on your desk snapping their fingers to a tune in their head???

• They always walk around in packs and smell like coffee from all those “totally long late nights at the auditorium practicing those knee slides amiright?”

• The kid who volunteers first for things just so they can get up in the front of the class and put on a “show” like you’re doing a math presentation you don’t gotta go full Danny Zuko here it isn’t grease lightning pointing out those square roots

• They somehow are always tight with the drama/chorus teacher and comment on their facebook photos

• it’s not theater…. it’s “theatre”

• Probably smoking weed with the sound and lights guy in the storage closet while wearing a shirt advertising their next musical

• the bigger the hair on the guys the better the talent by golly

• animated…. why are they all so animated all the time where is the off switch

• they have inside jokes with other theater kids from 14 years ago that have to do with that one person missing their cue or that one wardrobe malfunction

• pronounces musical as “musiCAL”

• “yeah Hamilton was good and all but isnt it a bit mainstream? burns me up to see all these people buying tickets to see a show they can’t fully appreciate like you don’t even know your plays man how can you compare”

• very SEXUALLY ACTIVE?? giving head in the auditorium? Feeling each other up backstage before they go on? hooking up probably on the main stage in between practice? in-character roleplaying even when you’re doing a seussical??

• do any of them not have the famously known two acting masks icon as a pin or a ring? (whatever it’s called)

• always at the school at weird times because of the productions and “complaining” about it as a way of boasting and advertising

• the callback sheets are god’s letter into heaven

• always carrying lemon and honey no matter what?? it’s always there? pull it out of their bra? underwear? shoe?

• no no no no it’s not actor it’s actOr

• “there’s no small parts just small actors!”

• getting into a car with them & hanging out with them is like being that one character in every movie that does not understand why a musical is going on around them

• Sometimes checking back at the old high school to judge the new talent in the plays

• always keeping a stash of stage makeup on hand in case an opportunity turns up

• Military boot camp is nothing if you’ve survived TECH WEEK. That calls for the upmost celebration

• they all love kale this is fact don’t fight me on it they do probably smoke it out of a bong

• being…. that way™

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☁ - angst | ☾- dark themes | ❥ - fluff

✘ - rated themes | ✓- completed


S E R I E S

watch | ☁❥✘✓

― fuckboy!jungkook | reader | taehyung

fuckboy!au | Dodging Jungkook’s annoying horny texts was easy but what happens when another boy accidentally joins in on the fun?


the light from the stars | ☁❥✘ | 3/5

― yoongi | reader | seokjin

domestic!au + expecting!au | Married life was going pretty swell for you and Yoongi. That is until a dash on a pregnancy test came into your life.


rather be the devil | ☁☾✘ | 1/3

― ot7 | occasional oc

criminal!au + serial killer!au | ❝I was tired of playing god so I opted for the other side of the coin and I became this. I much rather be the devil it fits me just about right.❞


bound by ink | ☁❥✘ | 1/3

― yoongi | reader

sugar daddy!au | There was one thing stopping you from leaving and that was three sheets of paper with your signature on it.


➴ in an instant | ☁☾❥ | 0/3 (coming soon)

― seokjin | reader

soulmate!au | He was in your dream and once you meet him, he’ll be gone in an instant.

O N E S H O T S

only for the coffee | ❥

― barista!hoseok | reader

coffee shop!au | The only reason why you go to the coffee shop so often is most definitely not for the cute barista. You’re there only for the coffee.


saudade | ☁❥✘

― ceo!yoongi | reader

ceo!au | It all started with falling in love with right person at the wrong time.


to fall | ☁✘

― jungkook | reader

fwb!au | Things aren’t always what they seem.


a rose, my dear | ❥

― prince!namjoon | reader | prince!hoseok

royalty!au | If the prince of Ilsan wants something he’ll be able to obtain it in a day. Unless there’s some friendly competition, then give him a week―max.


electric | ☁❥

― taehyung | reader | bodyguard!namjoon

soulmate!au | To fall in love again―or maybe not.


➴ experiment | ☁❥

― jimin | reader + wonho

dystopian!au + soulmate!au | The world of Azux was various shades of grey with empty feelings and empty thoughts leading your every day life. Until a letter appeared in your life changing everything completely.

Love Triumphs Chapter 29: Beach Side

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

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Groaning, you pressed your palms to your eyes, trying to block the bright light shining through the window. Muttering under your breath, you turned to your side, wanting to cuddle up against Jared’s warmth, hoping you could go back to sleep.

The side of the bed was cool, no residual watch from your personal furnace of a boyfriend. Waking up fully, you winced at the pounding headache you felt as soon as you sat up.

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Penny For A Cup

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean
Warnings: fluff, light swearing, little bit of angst, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU
Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is. 
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“Morning, (Y/N)!” You hear a string of your coworkers call as you walk through the front door, the jingle of its bell ringing through the shop. Looking past the counter where you’d start working in a few minutes, your eyes found a home on the blackboard above- and your shop’s name written in an exquisite cursive in the center. 

The Manhattan Mocha, aka your manifestation of a dream you’d had since middle school- to own your own coffee shop. Originally you’d come to New York to go to law school- Cornell, actually- but two years in you took a look at your life and found that you hated it. The same morning you realized that even if you made it through school, the pencil pushing would never end, so you’d decided to make a change. You’d given it all up, your degree, your spot at one of the nation’s top schools, and the future financial stability you craved. 

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Never Again (part 3)

 Pairings: Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester

 Warnings: arguing, being drunk, ANGST

 Summary~ With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester?

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You couldn’t believe it. Sam Winchester, your big brother, was standing in front of you; he was right there! You almost started laughing.

Y/N?” Sam asked in disbelief.

You sunk further into the couch. “Sam! I didn’t know you liked bars,” you were noticeably slurring your words, and Sam started to worry. Why were you in California, and why were you absolutely wasted?

“Hey Sam,” joy glinted in your Y/E/C eyes, “Did you know that cucumbers are fruit?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t- Y/N, What are you doing here?” he asked, a tinge of annoyance entering his stance.

Your bubbly drunk persona melted away. “No offence, Sam, but it’s not really your problem. I came here to get away from family, not to find another branch of it. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to my car,” you stumbled away from Sam and almost immediately fell flat on your face. “Urgh…”

“Y/N, you can’t drive in this state!” Sam instantly ran to your side, helping you up.

“Supposedly, I can’t do anything at all, because I’m too young and weak!” you cried.

Sam helped you to your feet. “What? Y/N, what are you talking about?”

You snorted. “Nothing bad.” The argument you’d had with Dean suddenly dropped all it’s weight onto your shoulders, and your features twisted in sadness immediately. “Well, nothing life-threatening.”

And of course Sam, being your ex-best friend/brother, understood instantly. “Oh. You had another fight with Dean, huh?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.

“Alright,” Sam announced, standing to his full, intimidating height, “Come on, bug. I’ll take you to my apartment, and I’ll call De-”

“No!” you stood suddenly, panic rushing through your veins. “You can’t- Don’t call Dean.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and folded his arms. “So, you still shy away from any conflict like it’s a disease, huh?”

“That’s not true,” you murmured and fell back into your seat on the comfy couch, “I just… I don’t want to talk to Dean.”

“Uh, huh.” Sam clicked his tongue. “Well, I was gonna let you come crash at my apartment until morning anyway, how does that sound?”

“Yeah, alright.” you stared at Sam, noticing something strange. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Your head tilted and your eyebrows furrowed as you fell deeper into thought.

“What is it? Y/N?”

Your face shifted from confusion to mischievousness comically fast. “I forgot how tall you were, Sammy,” you began to giggle, “You’re like a giant moose! Moo!”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, I forgot how difficult you got when you were drunk,” he picked you up, “Come on, bug. Let’s go.”

As soon as Sam held you, your eyes started to droop with drowsiness. Sam secured you as you rested your heavy head on his chest. He stepped outside into the cold. Sam thought about how complicated his entire life was, and how much pain it caused him and his family just so he could leave. He knew that he had most likely ruined his relationships with Y/N and Dean- He wasn’t too worried about dad- John was never much of a father, anyway. He walked towards his car, then placed you in the passenger seat. “Just wait here a second, Y/N, I have to go lock up, okay?”

You yawned, sleep’s gentle arms pulling you into dreamland. “Okay, Sammy.”

You saw him smile bitterly as he closed the car door, and then you were out cold.


Eventually, you came to, but not in a room you recognised. The bed was not yours, and it smelt nothing like Dean or the crappy motel rooms you spent eternities in. Why couldn’t you remember anything from last night? Oh God, you didn’t get kidnapped, did you? A bright light filtered through the blinds, burning your eyes. You looked around the bedroom to find pictures of Sam with people you didn’t recognise. Was this Sam’s room? Were you… in Stanford? Your memories began to return to you, like a trickling stream finding it’s way back to the ocean.

So you’d slept through the entire night, since Sam had found you in the bar. A digital clock on a bed stand was brought to your attention, informing you that it was almost 5pm, and you’d slept the entire day away. You groaned lowly as a throbbing sensation grew stronger, emanating from your skull. You brought your fingers to your temples, trying to massage away the pounding above your ears.

“Regretting last night’s decisions already?” Sam appeared in the doorway, with a mug in his hands.

“Don’t make me hit you, Sam,” you muttered.

He chuckled, a sound that made you feel happy and whole, as if nothing was wrong. As if he’d never left.

“Here, take this,” Sam handed you a few pills and a steaming hot coffee. He set the tray down on the bed stand and pushed a few of your stray hairs behind your ear. You smiled at him in thanks and drank your mixture of medicine and caffeine.

“So, what’s going on? Why did you run away?” concern flooded into Sam’s features.

“Dean was being a pig.” you stated.

“Like always, then?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“More than usual, big brother,” you took a sip of your coffee. “I really missed you, Sammy. Things have been… tough without you.”

Sam looked away. “I’m sure you’ve all been dealing fine. After all, I was always the weakest link. Dad was probably glad I left so easily.”

You shot Sam a dirty look. “You know that’s not true, Sam. You’ve been gone a year, but it feels like a hundred. We need you back, Sammy. Helping people.”

Sam shook his head. “It’s not what I want to do,”

“It’s what you’re meant to do, Sam,” you murmured.

“This is exactly why I stopped talking to you all. You’ll just try and drag me back into the life! Well, guess what, I don’t want to hunt anymore. Get that through your thick skull,” he growled.

Anger started to bubble in your stomach. “So, what, you just wanna live some white fence, 2 and a half kids, apple pie life? You want to abandon your family? You want to leave innocent people to monsters? That’s not you, Sam.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Sam snarled.

“Right. It’s not like I lived with you for 17 years!” you shrieked. Tears clawed their way down your face, leaving permanent stains on your soul. “You shouldn’t have brought me here.”

Sam’s shoulders tensed. “I’ll go call Dean.” He walked away.

You just couldn’t do anything right. First, you pushed away your eldest brother, who’d always looked after you. Now, you pushed away your second brother, simply because you held onto your past memories too tightly. The only thing you could do properly was hunting and hurting others. You stood from the bed, wiped your tears away, and collected all your things. Sam and Dean were only going to make you feel worse. 

Staying with Dean was a bad idea; you couldn’t stay with Sam unless you were drunk, and dad would already be angry enough. The only option was to be alone. You wrote a quick note to ensure Sam and Dean would leave you alone. Quietly, you sneaked out of Sam’s room to his living room, where you heard his muffled voice from a different room. You shot out of his apartment, running out to the car park. Just as you got into a car, Sam appeared at the front entrance, looking around frantically for you. With fear fuelling you, you started to hot-wire the car. Finally, it started up, and that was when Sam noticed you.

“Y/N! Wait, please!” he yelled after you.

You accelerated. That was what you did best, after all. Run. You looked in your mirror, Sam’s lonely figure standing there. And suddenly you knew that you’d made a terrible mistake by ever leaving.

Dad, Sam, and Dean were some of the best hunters in America. How were you going to outrun these talented trackers? How were you going to outrun your family?

How were you going to outrun your past?


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“I thought you said this party was going to be ending soon - In fact, that’s what you told me two hours ago!” You groaned, turning back to look at a very wasted Y/F/N before weaving your way through the crowd in the middle of your living room. 

Y/F/N giggled, stumbling behind you as she watched you continue to pick up the empty red solo cups, dropping them into the garbage bag. “I said it was going to be over two hours ago cos I thought you’d be brave enough to talk to Harry by then!” She shrugged, leaning against you with her head on your shoulder. You froze for a second, glancing around to see if anyone had heard her. “Why’ve you gone quiet? Don’t you know what I’m talking about?” Y/F/N perked up suddenly, before stepping up onto the coffee table as if to make an announcement to everyone. “I’m talking about your undying love for Harry Style-

“Y/F/N, get off the table!” You hissed, smiling sheepishly when a couple people looked towards your direction. Luckily, the music was thumping pretty loudly - Maybe no one heard her little outburst. “C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll open a pack of animal crackers for you.” 

“I don’t know why you’re always so nervous when I bring Harry up. He’s just a guy.” Y/F/N snorted, nearly tripping over her heels when you practically dragged her into the kitchen. 

“Why do you always have to bring him up in the first place?” You rolled your eyes, tossing some empty chip bags into the bin. “And he’s not just a guy! He’s.. He’s Harry!” You exclaimed, running a hand through your hair. Sure, it was cheesy of you to say that Harry wasn’t just some ‘guy’, but it was true! It was hard to explain how hard you were crushing on him. 

“You’re just flustered cos you’re getting a lady boner at the thought of him.” Y/F/N teased, humming to herself before popping a cracker into her mouth. “I just want you to be happy, alright? Whenever you see Harry talking to Kendall, it’s like you shut down and go into this autopilot mode where you’re just really sad all the time - And it really gets me down!” Your cheeks flared immediately at the combo of Y/F/N’s complaints along with the thought of Harry and Kendall getting all friendly with each other.  

“Whatever, Y/F/N. You’re lucky I let you have this dumb party at my house in the first place.” 

“The purpose of this party was to get you to talk to Harry! I thought we discussed this!” 

“No, we didn’t! You said we were going to have a small get together! Watch some movies, order pizza - Not invite the entire school!” 

“I heard Harry and Kendall fucked in the bathroom - You could have prevented it if you just started talking to him.” Y/F/N smirked, shrugging once again as she took a swig of water. Well, you were never going to use the bathroom ever again. 

“It’s not my fault I’m not on the same social level as Harry!” You cried out, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration. There was never a moment in which Harry wasn’t surrounded by people, and even making eye contact with him scared the crap out of you. Sure, he knew your name, and he knew you were in a couple of his classes, but that was just about it. “And, I’m sorry, okay? But Harry Styles is never going to know about my crush on him, so you can forget about me ever telling him!” 

“Y/N..” Y/F/N muttered quietly, her eyes flickering to over your shoulder. 

“He already doesn’t know who I am, and I really don’t need you constantly bugging me to talk to him, when you know he already makes me super nervous! Seriously, how can someone be so pretty! You just get so lost in those eyes, I tell you..” You rambled on, Y/F/N’s eyes widening slightly. 

Y/N.” Y/F/N said a little more sternly, clearing her throat. “Behind.” 

“What are you talki-” You turned around, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw Harry standing by the kitchen door with an empty bottle in his hand. “Oh boy.” You squeaked out quietly, feeling your face growing hotter by the second. 

“Ladies.” Harry greeted, a tiny smirk playing on his lips as he tossed the bottle into the bin. “Yeh should wear your hair down more often, Y/N. Yeh look real nice tonight.” 

“Y-You also.. You’re also.. Looking.. Y-You look good, too..?” You managed to squeak out, Harry letting a small chuckle as he slipped past you to head back to the party. 

“You’re real cute, you know tha’?” 

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