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Truth or Dare

Originally posted by tearinmyeye

Summary: A game of truth or dare turns into something more….

Request: Dean x reader play dirty truth or dare and it leads to smut? <3

Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 768 

Warnings: fluff, language, SMUT 

A/N: I’ve been getting good responses to my smut which is surprising to me 😂


“Truth or Dare?” Dean asked with a smirk on his face. (Y/N) and him with in his room with (Y/N) sitting close to the edge of the bed while his back was pressed against the headboard. She giggled and shook her head.

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Rogers

Steve Rogers x reader
A/n: oh my damn this is tooth rotting fluff. Sorry for any mistakes on my part, hope you enjoy reading!

Warnings: lil angst in the first part, but oh my damn does it get fluffy at the end.
SUPPERFLUFF (is that a warning?)

Word count: 1460

Enjoy!!!!

You two were always so close. Were. Or at least that’s what you thought.

Captain America (aka Steve Rogers) was your boyfriend of 4 years, but to you he wasn’t a captain, he isn’t his job, to you he’s just that little guy from Brooklyn, to you he’s Steve Rogers (aka Captain America). The guy you fell in love with all these years ago and he loved you for it.
There were a billion reasons why he loved you, but that was one of the first and foremost.
But now you were doubting this relationship. Not even that, you were doubting yóu. And however much you hated to say it you doubted Steve. It wasn’t that you thought Steve would cheat on you, just you thought Steve would cheat on yóu. You were never the skinniest or the prettiest it just never made sense to you why he, The one and only Captain would fall for you.
You trust him, you trust him with your life, but now, he was so distant. He was pacing around, checking his phone more often than he used to, didn’t snuggle into you at night. Also he was gone so often. Sometimes at night, sometimes during the day. You hadn’t asked him about it, too scared to find out the truth. You were terrified he was cheating on you. Growing up you were never very self-assured. You found your confidence as you grew older, but now you were doubting yourself so much.
Was this your fault? It probably was. Did you cause this? Definitely. Does Steve not love you anymore? No, definitely not how could he even in the first place? These were regularly occurring thoughts that ran through your mind almost everyday. One particular night you were home while he was out to one of his (you figured) dates. You had cried (tbh you were still sobbing). You promised yourself you would ask him about this. And you were nervous as heck. You loved him so much. You were certain he was the love of your life. You two even talked about marriage and a family. But now you thought he had forgotten about all of it. You snuggled farther into the blankets, cause they smelled like his cologne. You remember nights of cuddling, talking, watching movies, love-making, snacking, some more cuddling and nightmares you cleared up for him. Tissues were littered all over the apartment and concentrated around the bed.
Suddenly you heard the door softly creek open. Gosh you loved how soft and gentle he always was. “Doll????” He called. You could hear that he saw the tissues. His footsteps sped up and his calling of your name was way more urgent now. “Hey doll?!” “Honey, where are you?!”.
“The bedroom…” you softly whimpered. He was close to running now. As soon as he reached you you could see he did his hair and he was freshly shaven. He smelled amazing.
“Hey doll, what’s wrong?” He said kneeling down on your side of the bed. “I..i…iii…” you stammered. “Hey, look at me. Look at me beautiful. Please doll.” He begged grabbing your hand and softly rubbing it with his thumb. All your worried and doubts disappeared. This man was so perfect so sweet and kind and gentle. You didn’t understand how you could ever even think he would do anything like cheating. You felt like an idiot. All the guilt of that realization washed over you like a tsunami. You didn’t think you’d have any tears left but yet there you were sobbing again. Before you knew it you felt a pair of arms wrap around you lift you up and take you on his lap. He sat down behind you on the bed and was now softly holding you in his arms. You just sat there for a while. You were crying but it faded to soft sobs pretty rapidly. Once you were a little more calm Steve nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and gave you a quick kiss.
“What’s wrong doll? You can tell me it’s okay.” He spoke softly, almost whispering, in the most gentle reassuring voice only Steve could give. “I…I…” you tried again sobs stopping you from finishing your sentence. Steve softly started rubbing your back soothingly as he pulled you a little closer. “Y-You were gone so often and y-y-you acted so differently and and and i thought you wanted to break up with me. A-actually i-i-i thought you might be… i’m so sorry Stevie…”. You couldn’t say it not to those adorable puppy eyes staring at you. “…You thought I was seeing another woman?” He said with a broken expression on his face. Immediately you snuggled closer to him and started apologizing and asking if he could forgive you. He softly smiled at you. You halted your rambling. You took a deep breathe. “I know you would never cheat on me it’s just you were gone and I was alone and i just started having all these thoughts which turned into nightmares and and it looked so real. And It all made sense cuz whats the point of someone like you dating someone like me?”. You thought he would be mad at you. The opposite happened. He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a very loving kiss. When he pulled away he chuckled. “How are you laughing?! I accused you of the worst thing ever?!” You said cracking a smile, his laugh was contagious. “Irony” was all he brought out. “Explain please?” You giggled. “Maybe later.” He winked at you. For another half hour you two just sat there chatting, laughing, snuggling.
“Where were you Steve?” You suddenly asked. You could see he was very surprised. “I told you i had an appointment.” He said shortly. “Where were you really?” You said sternly.
“…Fuck this.” He said, surprising you. The man was always so strict on swearing. (Not like he never swore damn that man could swear like a sailor.)
He grabbed your hand and rapidly pulled you up from the bed, quickly walking out of the bedroom and into the living room. “Wait here.” He said. He ran out of the apartment and didn’t come back as soon as you thought he would. You were just going to peak behind the door when you heard his heavy footsteps return. “Close your eyes.” He said as he stood in front of you. “I can’t promise i won’t peak Stevie.” He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a towel which he wrapped around your head as a blindfold. You let him lead you through the building. Suddenly you felt cold air on your bare legs, it was summer so you just wore one of Steve’s big shirts to bed. “Steve, what is this?” You asked. You heard him walk away from you and pull some switches. Then all of a sudden your ‘blindfold’ was removed exposing you to the terrace being filled with candles, fairy lights and rose petals, which only made the view of manhattan even more breathtaking. “Steve…” you brought out whispering. You walked towards the edge of the terrace looking at all the decorations from a different angle and admiring the city skyline. When you turned back to Steve to thank him, he was on one knee, tears shining in his eyes and the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen in a velvet box in his hand. Gasping you put your hand in front of your mouth. “St-Steve…?” You exclaimed. “A-a-are you serious?”
“Yeah, darling. You’re the love of my life. I-I’ve never met anyone as strong, fierce, smart, beautiful, different, understanding, sweet, kind, amazing as you. You made me believe in true love, when I didn’t even believe in myself. I’ve been in love with you from the very first moment i saw you. You’re my soulmate, my everything, I can’t even explain it. Will you make me the happiest man in the universe, and become mrs. Rogers?” He said while making your tears stream wildly over your face. “Yes, Steve, Yes, A billion times yes.” He put the ring on your finger and stood up to kiss you passionately. “So all those times you were gone you were…”
“Getting the ring, everything you see here, getting your father’s approval etc.” he answered smiling.

“But we might have to wait a few months extra with the wedding honey…” you said shuffling your feet around. “Are you saying what i think you’re saying?” He said looking at you with wide eyes. You just nodded and said: “I found out this morning. I wanted to tell you but i was so scared that th… you know what i mean.” He was still gaping at you. You understood. He needed to hear those two words. “Steve, I’m pregnant.”

anonymous asked:

DUDE CAROUSEL HAS GOTTEN ME HOOKED AND IM DYING EVERY TIME YOONGI KISSES HER IM MAKING NOISES LIKE A DYING FISH THIS IS GOLD UR WRITING IS GOLD ILY

I love you too^^ Omg all the screaming is making me so hyped but I can’t give you guys anymore spoiler lmao (I was tempted to earlier but noooooooo….) 

I’m glad you guys enjoyed Carousel. It is currently around 60% done, so fingers crossed^^

BTS FC 170309
SUGA HANDWRITTEN LETTER

Hello this is BTS’ Suga
Haha it is finally my 25th birthday?
I feel kind of weird
I feel like just yesterday I was 20 years old
Since debut, it’s both my 4th Spring and birthday
Me, a person who has always been impatient and constantly worrying about the future
Me, a person who always feels 21 years old performs in front of countless of ARMYs
And now that others call me sunbae (senior), I get to perform at concerts all around the world,
I am constantly living a busy life that gives me the opportunity to meet you all which is a dream and I’m so happy about it.
After debuting, it’s always so exciting to see so many ARMYs take care of me and wish a happy birthday
To be honest, I never cared much for birthdays
Thinking how ARMYs prepare special gifts and are happy doing it make my birthday feel special
Thank you to every single ARMY for making me a special person
I may look like a person who is living just because they were born, but I am trying very hard and my best to become a better person
So please continue to watch over me for a very long time
Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday
As I grow older, I promise to repay you guys with better music and performances

P.S. Now I want to stop growing old… ㅠㅠ

trans: jhope-shi

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White Day  ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘)

Happy birthday Zen!
Here’s my April Fools’ prank. I promised something spicy but you get fluff instead. I hope you’re not making a sad face. I’m smiling (: 

my favorite blanket just came out of the dryer, and i dont care how hot it is outside or how many aliens are invading, im gonna go have a Warm Blanket Nap and nobody can stop me
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“That’s exactly what I wanted…” ♡

The Kissing Booth

A SnowBaz fanfiction


Simon

Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.  It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and other classic carnival fare.  There’s always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel.  Most of the booths are run by student volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever charity the student body has voted on.

           I go every year, mostly for the caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.

           In truth, I didn’t even sign up for it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her own.

           I should have told her to find Penny, or Trixie or even Minty.  Anyone but me.

           It doesn’t take long for the word to spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the line has doubled in length.  Mostly first or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the line.

           It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes back.  How she endured hours of this, I cannot comprehend.  That’s just Agatha, I guess.

           A redhead drops her donation into the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time, her cheeks aflame.  I try to look as non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of the space.  She darts in with a kiss that’s no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her friends, a triumphant grin on her face. She must have been dared.  Poor girl.  I hope I wasn’t her first.

           “Well, well, well.”

           My stomach lurches at the cold drawl I know only too well.

           “What are you doing here, Baz?” I say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.

           He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a sneer.  “When I heard that the Chosen One had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”

           “Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you can go.”

           “Saving the World of Mages one kiss at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle.  “Not exactly what I was envisioning.”

           “I’m only covering for Agatha,” I retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”

           He scoffs.  “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank you very much.”

           “She’s not my – forget it,” I shake my head.  I’ve told him at least a dozen times, but it never stops him.

           “She must have been really desperate for a break to put you in charge,” Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be sweet.  “You’d think she’d at least pick someone attractive for the Kissing Booth.”

           It stings, but I don’t flinch.  “What, someone like you?” I spit back too fast.

           His eyebrows shoot up in delighted surprise as I realize my mistake.  “You flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow tighter and hope it passes for anger.

           “Is there a reason you’re still here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.  

           “As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages.  “I’m here to torment you.”

           “Great, well you’ve done that.”

           “I wanted to see what you’d do.”  He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing his face far too close to mine for comfort. “What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing Booth?”

           “You can torment me any time,” I shoot back, “you’re holding up the line.”

           “Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”

           “Then go away.”

           His eyes narrow and he pretends to think.  “Mmm, no.  I don’t think so.”

           “Baz, I’m warning you.”

           “Terrifying,” he drones, “but this is too much fun.  Besides,” his eyebrow flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”

           I flash him a smirk of my own.  “Aw, Baz. If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

           Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye.  “You think of that comeback yourself?”

           “There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so close.  “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t owe you anything.”

           He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine, and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge.  Out of my periphery I see him reach into his pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.

           I should punch him.

           I should spit in his face.

           I wanted to see what you’d do.

           I take him by the lapels and crush his mouth under mine.

           He makes a muffled sound of shock.  To be fair, so do I, but mine is more angry than it is surprised.  I kiss him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is oddly soft.  A face like his, you’d expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest thing from unmoving.  I can’t tell if he’s struggling or if he’s kissing me back but his lips are so, so soft and I want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…

           I only stop when a series of wolf whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.

           Trying to salvage the illusion of control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar.  The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous line.  I probably have.

           “Was that what you wanted?” I growl.

           He doesn’t answer, just holds my gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.

*** 

I don’t see Baz at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents three times.  I keep Penny company where she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for service.  When she and Penny are freed we pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel.  Only once the light has begun to fade and the signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways.  Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats back safely.

           Basically, I’m doing anything I can to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any longer.  I’ve wandered the grounds enough times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can barely see the ground in front of me. Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually.  There’s no undoing what’s happened.

           When I finally trudge back into the room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door.  His expression, though I don’t see it for long before I look away, is hard to read. Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too.  Almost a where were you edge.

           Normally I have to start any type of conversation, but tonight he wastes no time. “What the hell was that, Snow?”

           There’s no question as to what he’s referring, and I can’t help but get angry again.  “Me? You’re the one who had to start something!”

           “Well, you didn’t have to react so drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler than usual, almost transparent.  I half expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.

           His soft, soft lips.

           “You were egging me on,” I seethe, the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”

           “Proud little hero,” Baz says with the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”

           “You know I can’t, not in front of people.”

           “Wouldn’t want them to think the Heir is a coward.”

           I feel like a balloon in me is swelling and deflating at once.  “But that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger momentarily aside.  “If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”

           He doesn’t answer right away, and for a second I think maybe he understands. I want so badly for him to understand.

           “No reason,” Baz eventually says, turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen One.”

           I want to groan, to kick something, to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not fight me.  Have we ever in our lives made eye contact without there being some challenge between us?

           “Why did you have to get in that line?” I shake my head.  “There are so many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”

           “To be fair, I’ve already exhausted most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.

           “When have you ever been fair?”

           “Touché.”

           I’m tired of standing here at the door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as ever.  His gray eyes are positively silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as if it’s soaking the rays directly into him. He almost glows.  I have to laugh a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night.  If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly the moon.  Distant, cold, mysterious, almost too pristine to touch.

           His gaze returns to me suddenly.  He raises an eyebrow in a wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.

           “What exactly was it you expected me to do?”

           “At what point, Snow?” he gives a humourless laugh.  “You had more than one opportunity to react.”

           “When you paid the fee.”

           His tiny smile disappears.  “It doesn’t matter.”

           “It does.”

           “Drop it, Snow,” he says, the hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him.  Drop it is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t want to tell.

           “Was I supposed to kiss you?” I ask.  For some reason I have to know.

           “No.”

           “Then what?”

           “I don’t know, Snow, punch me.  Push me. Beat me to the ground.  Something.”

           My brow furrows in confusion.  “Wait. You wanted me to hit you?”

           He shrugs, more with his head than his shoulder.  “One of us has to get hurt, right?”

           I rise to my feet, and I’m face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time.  Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver, something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it dawns on me.  He was putting on a show at the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had been.

           If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?

           One of us has to get hurt, right?

           And suddenly it makes sense.

           There’s only a few inches between us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

           He doesn’t kiss me back this time, but he doesn’t move away either.  “What was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.

           “You act like we’re so different,” I say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”

           “How?”

           “What do you think we’d be if we didn’t have to fight each other?”

           I don’t miss the split second of longing in his eyes.  “Keep dreaming, Snow.”

           “Because I bet it would involve a lot more of this.”  I bring a hand up to his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.

           Baz closes his eyes like he has to collect himself.  “You’re the hero.  I’m the villain.  What more do I have to say?”

           “Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both know that’s not true.  You’re a boy, and I’m a boy.  That’s all.”

           “Tell that to the rest of the world.”

           “I don’t care about the rest of the world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”    

           “About what?”

           “If there was no act, no reputation, no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”

           Baz returns my gaze a moment, searching my eyes.    

           Then his lashes close and he’s kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.

           I let my fingers tangle higher up in his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only without the anger of the afternoon.  He angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping my waist and pulling me closer.  I melt against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle tug. Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of surprise when I press back a little harder.

           When we finally break apart, both of us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want to hear my name in his sigh.  Would he sigh Snow or Simon?  I want to know.

           “Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”

           When I meet his eyes, they’re full of more longing than ever.

           In response, he kisses a soft, slow triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by my eye, and I can’t help but smile.

“We can try.”

HAPPY EASTER!!♡ U( ˃ㅅ˂ ✿)U