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life hacks from cats
  • you can fix any illness or injury by humming to yourself 
  • nobody should be alone in the bathroom, ever 
  • if you’re scared of someone, just fluff up your hair real big and they’ll probably leave you alone 
  • when you pee on something, you own that thing. congratulations! property is urine 
  • if it makes a sound like food, it is definitely food and you should try to eat it no matter what 
  • hitting someone in the face is an appropriate way to thank them for doing your hair 
  • when your friend is sad, sitting on top of them will make them feel better 
  • if a gross dude is trying to have sex with you and you’re not into it, just shrug your shoulders and walk a few feet away and he’ll forget what he was doing entirely 
  • missed the toilet? it’s ok. just kick some tp over it and nobody will know the difference. it’s also ok if you don’t even manage to cover it up as long as you tried 
  • when you have leftovers, scratching the table around your dish will keep them fresh and tasty until you’re ready to eat again 
  • if you are lonely and want affection, headbutting your best friend at full force is the best way to let them know you want to hang out 
  • jealous because someone else is getting all the love? berate them until they leave the room. the other person will then be happy to immediately transfer their affection to you 
  • silently and grimly kicking your brother in the stomach is a fun way to spend an afternoon 
  • there is no limit to the number of times gravity can be discovered 
  • it’s very important to keep yourself hydrated! find the stupidest possible way to drink water and do that. make sure to get your neck nice and wet for no real reason 
  • when you’re finished styling your coif in the morning, remember to eat the hair you’ve combed out for a morning pick-me-up snack 
  • doors should never be closed. if a door is closed it is a terrible mistake and must be remedied immediately by screaming at your mom 
  • taking a shortcut to your favorite restaurant means that the restaurant will be an entirely different place by the time you get there 
  • for a dramatic and loveable makeup look, wing both your top and bottom eyeliner all the way out to your ears and then draw a little “m” on your forehead 
  • when it’s time to take the edge off, scatter your favorite drug on the floor and just roll around in it until you drool 
  • need exercise? do sprint laps of your house at three in the morning. don’t worry about knocking things over! your health is more important than that ming vase.
Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

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“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

           You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband.  Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.  

Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away.  Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days.  So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.

 So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto.  You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.  

A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence.  Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground.  The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready.  After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.

“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”

You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”

Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”

You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?”  Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?”  Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”

“Do you want to get a different teacher?”  Jessie asked in all seriousness.

You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”

It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband.  You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.

“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.

You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”

 Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his.  He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road.   But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.  

 “Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“

“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”

“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“

“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”

Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.

“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back.  It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.”  You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day?  I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”

“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”

“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.

 With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”

You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.  Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you.  You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.

Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him?  To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?

 Trouble in Canada?

            Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage.  Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.

           If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.

           Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off.  But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.

           “He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”

           But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.

           “There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”

           Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual.  “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n.  He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well.  It seems like he’s catching on.  Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.” 

           Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light?  We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.  

 What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.

           “Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.”  Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times.  Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.

           You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed.  It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”

           Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees.  Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything.  The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting.  Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.

           You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers.  You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up.  You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.

           “I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“

           “Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?” 

           You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“

           “I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.

           With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned.  The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table.  Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.

           Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.” 

           Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.”  You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.  

           First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on.  You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven.  As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.  

           “Oh, I’m sorry––“

            “You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top.  Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.

            Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“

           “I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.

           Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it.  I should help my students out.”

           You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––” 

           “What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye. 

           But you were backing down easily.  He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“

            “Mrs. Mendes––“

           “Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“

           It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship.  His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“

           “Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“

           You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold.  Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in. 

           You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you.  He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“

           “Stop!”  You raised your voice at Ethan.  It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction.  Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up.  You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.

           “Y/n–” 

           You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”

           And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.

           Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours.  You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.

           You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed.  You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up.  You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message.  Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.

            Just landed in Toronto

           You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion.  Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him.  He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule.  But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information.  It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.

           So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up? 

           Almost instantly, he replied, No. 

           Your heart sank just a little when you read his message.  And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer.  With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back. 

           You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.

           Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other.  It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.

           With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below.  You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.

           He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase.  You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.

           But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away.  Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him.  It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby. 

           He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling.  Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.

           It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window.  In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him.  Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.

            You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?”  Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone.  You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him.  And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought. 

           In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about.  But it wasn’t either of those options.  It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.

           His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face.  Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you.  You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person.  It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.

           You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question.  But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find.  But you were growing frustrated.  His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.   

           Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer.  He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.

           His hands. 

           It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them.  There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band.  But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.

           His ring finger.

           You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.

           Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.

            Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute.  Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice.  You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.

           “We need to talk.”

part 2

Infinity - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by twofronteeth

Requests: 1. Getting into a fight with h at Anne’s house please. 2. request-going to lunch with h, his family, and your family. (These were two separate requests I just combined them)

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: I’m starting to work on the requests I’ve been sent, thank you so much to everyone who has been sending them! Feel free to send more 


It had been one of the best days you had had with Harry in a while.

Every day you spent with him seemed to be a great day, but he had been really busy lately so the two of you hadn’t been able to do much. You never blamed him, this was the lifestyle you signed on for after all, but you were still grateful for days like this.

The two of you had started the day with a lazy sleep in. Despite it being the late morning you had remained in bed, shifting from lying in each other’s arms to gentle, loving kisses for hours. The two of you shared some long-awaited downtime together, just drinking each other in.

But when the time on your bedside clock had hit 11 o’clock the two of you had begrudgingly gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Anne had been planning this lunch for weeks and the last thing she would have wanted was for the two of you to be late. You both knew how her mind went to the worst case scenario when anyone was more than three minutes late.

So, punctual as ever, Harry’s car rolled into the driveway of his family home right on 12:30. You had gone to open the door to get out but Harry had grabbed your arm to catch your attention. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “I love you.”

You were sure your smile spread from ear to ear as you returned those three little words. You leaned over to place one last gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before you joined both his and your family for lunch.

When you walked in, both your families were already scattered in small groups throughout the house, each in separate conversations. “Y/N!” Anne exclaimed as she saw you walk through the door. She quickly made her way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug, squeezing you so tight you could hardly breathe. “Good to see you too, Mum,” Harry joked as he stood to the side.

She gave him a light smack on the arm but pulled him into a hug seconds later. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

The two of you spent the next half hour greeting the rest of the family members who were at the gathering and sipping champagne, up until Anne announced that the food was ready. You both took your seats at the table and seconds later Harry had placed his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

For a while, everything was complete bliss. Harry was by your side and your family was all around, chatting and eating great food. You had always been very family orientated and times like this were one of the things you loved most in this world.

Everything was going perfectly until your mother brought up your family friend, Isabelle, having a baby last week.

“Hopefully it won’t be long until Harry and Y/N start giving us cute little grandchildren,” Anne said with a grin.

“Well, he better put a ring on it first,” you joked and everyone else laughed along easily.

Everyone, that is, but Harry.

At your words, he hastily removed his hand from your thigh and your laughing was cut short. A few people around the table, as well as yourself, noticed his sour expression, Gemma being one of them. With a quick glance between the two of you, she knew to change the subject.

“I’m thinking of visiting Isabelle and the baby tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” she broke the silence that had filled the room. By now everyone had noticed that Harry did not appreciate your joke, so everyone was quick to latch onto her subject change.

You, on the other hand, just looked at Harry in confusion. What was his problem? The two of you had been dating for over three years now and had been living together for almost two. Surely marriage is what you were working towards. The two of you had never said it out loud before, but you had thought you had this silent understanding of what you both wanted for the future. But now you were starting to doubt this.

Harry refused to meet your gaze, eyes moving to whoever was speaking at that moment but never engaging in the conversation.

You stared down at your food, no longer feeling at all hungry.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, standing in your chair abruptly.

“You alright love?” Anne looked at you in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just going to the bathroom sorry,” you smiled at her, but it didn’t meet your eyes.

You quickly exited the dining room, acutely aware of Harry standing in his place and following you out. You walked all the way to the other end of the house before turning to face Harry, you didn’t want your families to hear any of this conversation. You opened your mouth to speak but Harry beat you to it.

“What the hell was that Y/N?” he snapped at you.

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Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

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Kitchen Favours - Part 2

You asked for a part two. I gave you a part two. Though its probably not as good as you wanted!
Prompt: After their moment in Pop’s kitchen, Jughead tries to confront Y/N about what happened. 
Warning: Smut reference.
Part One 

Originally posted by admireforever

The day after yours and Jughead’s heated moment you find yourself back at the scene of the crime. Back at Pop’s for yet another shift, one you were happy to work as it was one of the few where you didn’t have the dark haired devil that was Jughead Jones. A name that hadn’t released your lips since you moaned it in his ear just last night.
Oh, last night…
As soon as Pop’s entered the diner, you both fumbled trying to grab your shirts, sooth your hair before Pop’s saw the two kids he had known since they were children about to loose the last of their innocence on the kitchen counter of his own diner.

Neither of you spoke a word to each other after that. The flirty jokes which had become common between the two of you halted in an almost un-natural manner, one you hoped Pop’s hadn’t picked up on. You left the diner the second your shift ended, not even saying goodbye to the boy who had waited behind just to keep you company. 

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Ten Ways to Say “I love you” - Jim Kirk

Summary: There are a lot of ways to say something without actually saying it.

Warnings: language

A/N: a little long. also if jim kirk called me starlight, i’d probably cry n profess my love right then and there. forgive any n all typos. enjoy it and lemme know what you think! 


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The absurdly bright lights lining the corridors of the Enterprise pricked your eyes— you were forced to squint as your legs carried you. The air pouring through the vents pinched any of your skin that remained unclothed. You flexed and contracted the oddly tired joints in your fingers— you could hear tiny pops and the soft sounds felt like battering rams against your eardrums.

You cursed yourself for two reasons: losing your left boot as the time-consuming search for it resulted in your inability to replicate a much needed mug of coffee, and drinking so much with Leonard the night before. While you accepted the former was entirely your doing, you split the blame on the latter— half of it was your fault, and half was Leonard’s. It’s those stupid puppy eyes, you told yourself.

You leant your shoulder against the transparent wall of the turbolift you solely occupied and crossed your arms over your chest. Your teeth were gritted— as if grinding your teeth to nubs would give you the day off and rid you of the heavy weight crushing your skull.

The doors slid open before your desired deck and you didn’t bother stifling a sigh that carried the weight of two starships. You dropped your gaze to glare at your scuffed boots rather than subject the new lift patron to your scowl and dagger eyes.

“Rough night?”

You lifted your head at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. You frowned immediately and nodded twice. “Bones and I had paperwork.”

“What would you say the ratio was this time?” he asked, his crossed arms rumpling the command gold fabric that was firmly stretched over his chest. He was smiling slightly in amusement as he took in your appearance— messy hair, half-zipped left boot, heavy lidded eyes.

You shrugged and eyed the ceramic mug in his hands. You could have moaned at the smell steaming out of it. “I’d say about two charts to one glass.”

“How many charts in total?”

“Fourteen each,” you winced at the revelation and took your eyes from Jim’s when the amusement painted his features red.

Seven glasses of whiskey in one sitting,” he said with a laugh. “No wonder you look like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How dare you! I look adorable— like a celebrity running errands.”

“‘Cept you’re about to start an eight-hour shift.”

You sighed so your shoulders slumped. “My rough night’s turning into a rough morning— I didn’t even have time to replicate coffee because of my stupid missing boot.”

Jim glanced down at his mug and thrust it in your direction without thinking twice. “Take mine.

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Too Good

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#113 - “I prefer blondes.”

#123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You pause outside Jax’s apartment door, your fist hovering over the wood. “Oh, is that a promise?”

“Sure is, big boy.” a female voice responds, a wave of disgust coming over you before you push it down, channelling your humour.

“Oh, Jackie boy.” you sing, bursting into the room, Jax and his half dressed companion scrambling for their clothes as you enjoy the surprise on their faces, a smirk upon your own. “Tables ready.”

“You forget how to knock?” the girl spits rudely, rushing to get dressed as you lean against the door, Jax pulling on his shirt, a hidden grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart. My mistake.” you reply in a sickly sweet tone, the girl scowling in response as she grabs her heels, throwing you a glare as she scrambles out of the room. “Nice meeting you!”

“Thanks for bursting in like that. I was two minutes away from getting my dick sucked.” Jax says, shrugging on his kutte. You shrug your shoulders, smiling proudly.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?“ you reply seductively, Jax raising his eyebrow in response. “I’ll be sure to let the guys know about your new alias.”

“Go ahead, princess. Maybe I’ll let you see if it’s true.” he winks, smirking cockily as he strides past you, your cheeks reddening as you feign repulse.

“No thanks, I don’t plan on getting the clap anytime soon.” You clap your hands together for emphasis, Jax laughing loudly as he heads away from you, flipping the bird as he does so.

The familiar buzz runs through your body as you lean against the wall, Kozik beaming down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” you tease, him grinning in response, leaning beside you. “But thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums, leaning down, his breath tickling at your ear, his delicious scent surrounding you. “Fancy taking this somewhere more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” you whisper back, your teeth grazing his ear as he shivers, his hand finding yours as you slip around the corner, following him down the corridor.

His apartment door barely shuts before his lips are on yours, his hands slipping under your ass as he picks you up, squeezing roughly. You moan against his mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He drops you gently onto the bed a moment later, the mattress softening the blow as you sprawl out on the sheets, Kozik crawling over you and connecting his lips back to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I got here.” he mumbles against you, his fingertips running down your sides before he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards to relieve you of the fabric. “How fucking sexy you are, how good you’d look under me.”

“Hope I’m living up to your expectations.” you say, flipping him over expertly, your body straddling his. You pull him up by his shirt roughly, quickly yanking the material upwards, his toned physique coming into view bit by bit.

“Expectations and more.” he whispers, his lips latching onto your neck as you grind your hips onto his hardened crotch, a hiss leaving you as he nibbles teasingly.

A loud pounding stops the two of you, the apartment door flying open seconds later. “Can I borrow your-”

Kozik stands up quickly, placing you down on the ground as Tig looks between the two of you, his mouth parted in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, you stopping him before he can.

“Careful what you say, Trager.” you warn, grabbing your shirt off the bed, turning it the right way before putting it on. “We’ll be out in a second.”

Tig chuckles to himself, winking at you and backing out of the room. You turn your gaze to Kozik, him smiling sheepishly, his cheeks slightly pink. “You think he’ll tell anybody about this?”

“Oh, yeah. Get ready to be the center of attention.” you say, smoothing your hair down in the mirror. “See you out there.”

You leave the room swiftly, heading out the back entrance, hoping the cool air might clear your head slightly. You’ve only just lit your cigarette when the door is pushed open, Jax’s eyes finding yours under the dim lights.

“You know, I never thought Kozik would be your type.” he teases, the door slamming shut behind him as he heads over to you, your eyes rolling at the nickname. “Saw you as more of a Juice kinda girl, to be honest.”

“Juice? Nah, I prefer blondes.” you say bravely, holding out your cigarette to Jax as he runs his tongue across his lower lip, a surprised look on his face.

“That so?” You nod in response, admiring the way his lips wrap around the stick, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales. “You gonna be making him a habit?”

You don’t miss the jealously in his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in response. Shrugging, you accept the cigarette back. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just asking.” he replies cooly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets before standing beside you, his foot resting against the wall to keep his balance. “Didn’t think you were one for sleeping around.”

“Who says I am?” you snap, not enjoying the judgment in his tone, especially considering he’s slept with about three hundred women. “You’re the last one to be judging me.”

“Not judging. Just trying to understand it, that’s all.” he defends, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks forward. “Did you finish up after Tig disturbed you both?”

“What’s with all the questions, Jax?” you sigh, throwing the nub down and crushing it with your shoe. You stand in front of the blonde, forcing his attention to you. “I’m single, I’m young. What’s the problem?”

“You’re worth more than a fuck, (Y/N).“ You scoff loudly, the alcohol making you more sensitive than usual. Jax huffs, shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Let’s not.” you say, pushing him roughly, his back hitting the brickwork behind him. “So, you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, yet I’m not?”

“That’s not what I mean.” he stops himself, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to find the right words to explain himself.“I just mean-”

“Save it, Jackson. You’re so full of shit, you know that?” You laugh humourlessly, your throat thick with emotion. You turn around, your wrist being grabbed before you can get very far. “Let go of me.”

“Can you stop being so dramatic for two fucking seconds and listen to me?!” he yells, his brows knitted in frustration. You’re taken aback by his tone, your eyes wide as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sighing, he releases you from his grip, turning around and running his hands through his hair, you silently observing his actions. His expression has softened once he faces you again, though he remains frustrated.

“I sleep around because it’s all I deserve, (Y/N).” You go to disagree, but stops you before you can. “Listen.”

“You’re too good to become some croweater. You deserve to be loved, shown off, showered with affection.”

“Don’t lose yourself trying to be like everybody else.” he says, his words nothing but genuine. “You’re far too good for that.”

You’re not sure what to say, Jax’s words being the kindest, most honest thing he’s probably ever said to you. You step closer to him, leaning forwards to press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you, Jax.”

As you go to move backwards, he turns his head to the side, catching your lips softly with his own. Your eyes are wide in shock as you try to understand what is happening, your body unable to respond.

He pulls away sharply, his expression just as surprised as yours. “Shit, I’m shouldn’t have done that.”

“Kiss me again.” you whisper, a flush creeping up your neck, though you’re too entranced to care. Jax frowns, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “Kiss me again, Jax.”

You can see him having an internal battle, both sides fighting a convincing argument. You decide to take matters into your own hands, gripping his kutte in between your fingers and holding him in place, your eyes fluttering shut as you find his mouth with your own.

He relaxes into the kiss straight away, his hands cradling your cheeks as his lips work with yours, featherlight yet passion filled.

You wrap your hand around his wrist as the kiss deepens, the slight breeze forgotten as his kisses warm you up, your body tingling from his touch. His tongue explores your mouth expertly as you submit to him, your mind foggy with nothing but him.

A/N - Wasn’t sure where this was going when I wrote it, but I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks to anon for the request and thank you for all of your support, see you next time! ❤

Title: Rambling
Pairing: Moxiety
A/N: this is my first time writing these characters ever, so please tell me how i did!

“…and did you know that Drifloon has one of the creepiest dex entries, like, listen, the thing takes kids away and just floats off with them.  Of course, like, Phantumps are souls of kids that died lost in the woods. That’s pretty freaky, too…”

Patton had been listening to Virgil for over an hour at this point.  Somehow, they’d gone from a simple “hey, kiddo, how’s it?” to a full one-sided Virgil conversation about scary stuff and whatever edgy-ness the anxious side could think of.  And Patton was so happy.

Never before had any of them truly sat down and talked with Virgil, which Patton supposed was why he’d been hesitant to actual strike up a conversation that whole hour ago.  His remark of “you don’t actually care how I’m doing, so why do you ask?” stung a bit, and that hurt had apparently been very present on Patton’s face.

“That is so untrue!” Patton insisted, stamping a foot.  “Listening to you tell me about your day would be such an honor.”

“…Really?”

From there, Virgil slowly started to tell Patton about what Roman had said that irked him that morning, which somehow lead to him beginning the rambling spiral that started in music and apparently transitioned to Pokemon at one point.  Patton simply took a seat across from Virgil and plopped his chin in his palms, attention (mostly) focused on what Virgil had to say.  And, you know what?  Virgil wasn’t squirming.  He wasn’t trying to hide, turn anything into a horrible scenario…he was even keeping the self-deprecation down!  Which was good, because Patton still was ready to fight him if needed.  But, Virgil seemed…well, not anxious.  He was so incredibly cute!  Look at that precious smile!  Listen to how passionate Virgil is!

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BTS Reaction to Your Drunken Confession

Incognito; bts reaction to your drunken confession (possibly actually sticking with ur confession the night after???)

Note: UGH, I posted this very late last night & it made my phone glitchy. Lets hope it works this time. *cries*

*credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ A week had passed since you had drunkenly confessed to Seokjin, and the man had a distinct feeling that you were too drunk to notice who he was at the time; blatantly telling your feelings to the wrong person but boy, was he proven wrong.

He was admiring you from afar, taking in everything that is you when you spoke up. “I do love you, you know.” You whispered under your breath and the man blinked, wondering if he had heard you correctly since you two were walking down the busy streets. You then looked up to him with a smirk, your cheeks completely flushed and he couldn’t help but laugh at your shy expression. You were indeed cute.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Suga ➳ He remembered the smell of alcohol roaming around your body, he remembered the way he carried you on his back to your home because you were way too drunk to walk, and what he would definitely remember for a fact..

Is your confession.

It was the day after when Yoongi wondered if what you told him was true, and when his eyes locked onto yours from inside the studio, you looking away with flushed cheeks — he smiled so big and wanted to do nothing more than to scream to the whole world that your feelings were reciprocated.

Originally posted by yoonseokismyreligion


J-Hope ➳ The bar was filled with bustling humans, and Hoseok tried his best to rip you away from the stool where multiple empty glasses laid before you. “You’re supposed to be m-my hope, my angel~!” You slurred, gripping to the edge of the table while the man had his arms encircled around your waist — ready to pull hard. You’ve been saying those words all night and he had no clue why, but still, he found your drunken self cute.

He finally yanked you off the stool, throwing you over his shoulder as you whined in distaste. It was when he stepped out of the bar and into the cool night, when you mumbled “I love you, Hoseok.” He froze, hearing your breathing steady as you fell asleep and he wanted to laugh into the night in glee; hoping to anything you would tell him again when you were sober.

Originally posted by jjks


RapMonster ➳ He had found you drunk at his friend’s party, finding you falling asleep on Taehyung’s side when he decided you had enough fun. He helped you up, guiding you out the home with his arm around your shoulder when you mumbled something incoherent. He was confused at first, his eyebrows furrowing and knowing you would never say those three words to him at all, but he was proven otherwise when he slid you into the passenger seat of his car before he got in himself.

“I love you, Nam..joon.” You mumbled, eyes closed as you breathed deeply. His heart fluttered as he stared towards your toxic form when a smile began to play along your lips. “So, so much.”

Originally posted by chimneytaels


Jimin ➳ He had his arm around your waist when he was helping you off the pier, you having drank too much in the restaurant and becoming hazy in seconds. You were quiet the whole time as he dragged you off the wooden tiles and onto the sand before you decided to confess, which caught him off guard. “You’re kidding,” he laughed nervously, “you’re just drunk-”

He lost his footing, falling into the sand and taking you with him as you landed on top of him. He expected you to scream or puke, anything, but what you did instead was hum in delight as you lay on his chest. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

He flushed scarlet, staring at the stars when his heart began to beat faster as his arms wrapped around your small form. “..okay.”

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy


V ➳ It was too good to be true, you confessing to him in the midst of your intoxication. He was afraid of getting hurt, afraid of holding onto those drunken words that he didn’t even realize it himself when he was stalking towards your way in the studio. You both were alone, and when you looked to him with a smile, the words, “do you really love me?” slipped past his lips before it could register in his brain.

“Yes.” You stated with confidence before your skin tinted into an infuriating red color, quickly making yourself look stupid as you began to dance the uneasiness away. “I mean, no, and-”

Taehyung could only laugh at your nervous state, suddenly feeling a rush of happiness go through him.

Originally posted by eatjin


Jungkook ➳ You were both sitting on the grass in the backyard, trying to escape the crazy get-together that was happening inside the house with the guys. You were way too drunk, eyes closed as your head laid against Jungkook’s chest while he stared at the stars when your delusional self bravely told him you loved him. He blinked, “you what?”

“I love you,” you said a little annoyed at having to repeat yourself. He suddenly became shy, his whole body turning fifty shades of red at your confession. “I always have, and I always w-will..” It was quiet then, and he was trying his best not to ruin your sleep, that was, until you let out an obnoxious sneeze. He tried desperately to hold back a smile.

Originally posted by ulookfreshlikesalad


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Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter Four

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Chapter Three Recap:

“They dared me to do it. I couldn’t just say no. Do you know what they’d say if they found out I actually like you?”

“Oh, and what’s wrong with me?!” You throw your pen down on the table and it bounces off to hit him in the chest. “Am I not pretty enough?! Am I too fat?! Is it because I care about getting an education and you’re just here to waste grant money?!” you close your laptop and start shoving your things into your bag. “You’re caught up in your bullshit fucking bad boy persona and you only care about your garbage friends liking you.” You swing your bag over your shoulder and turn to leave. You pick up the coffee and throw it at him. It pops open as it hits him and he just sits there with warm liquid soaking his shirt and jacket.

Shawn is left sitting there in silence as you walk out to go finish your assignment at home. He didn’t even try to fight back which surprised you and you can only hope your words got through to him.


Waking up sweaty and wet every morning is getting old. It seems that every night you dream of Shawn. It was sad how you couldn’t just get over how he touched you. His hands felt so good, his mouth even better. You slide your hand down your pants and begin rubbing yourself slowly. The thought of his mouth against you, tongue flicking your clit, two fingers curling inside of you as he works you closer to an orgasm. You lift your butt up, bracing your feet on the bed and press two fingers inside yourself, eyes shut tight, imagining Shawn there with you.

Half an hour after you finish, you remember why you hate Shawn. You feel guilty for pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He was an asshole. You did NOT like him. You had to remind yourself constantly, he had made you come and feel so good, but he could never do it again.

You open your window for some fresh air while you get ready for class and there’s a note tucked under the trim against the glass. You grab it and open it up.

Need to talk - SM

You ball it up and toss it in the trash bin under your bedside table. You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

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magic hands [wade wilson]

wade needs a bath. you’re a good friend.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup, @ipaintmelodies

warnings: nudity, injury, also wade’s filthy mouth

additional notes: when is wade going to wife me already i love this trope so much, you have no idea. in this one the reader (gender-neutral) is a mutant mercenary who goes by the name “blueswift,” and your mutation is similar to a super soldier’s but not quite as potent. enjoy! and please let me know what you think UvU i love hearing from you guys. also: can y’all tell i really want omurice rn? i love writing about food.

You’d done it. You’d made the omurice, you were proud of the omurice, and you were going to eat the omurice like it was ambrosia from the heavens. You were sitting down at your little kitchen table, chopsticks in hand, ready to devour the warm, ricey gooeyness, when your phone rang, and the all-too-familiar saxophone solo of “Careless Whisper” filled the air. You answered the call, putting it on speaker so you could listen and eat. “Wade?”

“Y/N! The light of my life! God, it’s great to hear your voice. What’s cookin’, good-lookin’?”

“Eating breakfast actually,” you said around a mouthful of fried, eggy rice. “How’s your bod?”

“Well, at the moment, the bones are still soft, so I’m just one big, floppy man noodle.” There was a pause. “You know what, that was a terrible choice of words but I’m sticking to it. I’m a big, floppy man noodle who needs your help.”

You swallowed, smiling to yourself. “How so?”

“Well, this big, floppy man noodle would like to bathe—he’s been lying in his own filth for a good day or so—so he was hoping you could come over and help his big noodly ass into the tub.”

You sighed. Wade had survived his most recent solo job with nearly every bone in his body crushed. You’d somehow managed to drag his limp body back to his place, giving him as much morphine as he could handle. If he was in pain now, his voice didn’t let it on. “Do you need me to bathe you, too?” you asked, only half-joking. When he’d lost both arms in a fight last year, you’d had to wash him, but he’d agreed to cover his junk back then. He was even friendlier nowadays, and you didn’t know what he might ask next.

“Eh, I think a good soak alone would be good for me,” he drawled. “My arms are healing. It’s just the legs that need to catch up. I tried getting up and felt like Bambi. A big, naked, mutant Bambi.”

You frowned, setting your utensils down on the table. “Wade, I really don’t need that image in—”

“Like a scarred, fucked-up baby horse.”

Thank you, Wade,” you hissed, covering your eyes as if that would rid the disturbing images he’d managed to conjure in your mind with just his words.

“So you’ll come?”

You rubbed your face in exasperation. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

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Party Like A Stark

Originally posted by maybelline

Peter Parker x  Stark Reader

Part (1/6)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter.  What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?!  All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man.  You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him.  Your party will definitely be one to remember.

Warnings: none! just lots of fluff and hugs

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AN: So this will be my mini Peter fic that will lead up to smut!! I wanted to just do a Peter smut but i had this brilliant idea that needed more than one post!! I would like to point out that both Peter and reader are 18+, so it’s not weird.  Also, Pietro is alive and healthy bc I refuse to accept that this precious muffin is dead.  Also Clint and Nat are together bc I refuse to believe they weren’t made for each other. So hope you enjoy the first part of my mini fic!!

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Under The Table

Request; Imagine having sex in the school library with Isaac
Word Count; 1K
Warnings; Exhibitionism, fingering, Dom Isaac.
A/N; Lord, into the sin bin this goes. I am so here for this though, Isaac is a godsend I tell you. Thanks to @writingsof-mine for asking me to write this, you get my eternal Isaac love. (My proofreading skills are horrible so sorry in advance)

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Scars Map - A Remus Lupin Imagine

Originally posted by loveviral


It’s a usual night at Sirius’ flat.
James is holding a beer, laughing out loud, as Lily is embracing him on the couch. As always, they look adorable.
You give a quick stare to Sirius to your right. He’s laughing warmly at what James is saying. You don’t really listen to whatever he’s telling because you’re too focused on Sirius’ smile. His lips.
You’ve been out and about since the school ended. It’s been two years already and you feel like you both are driven away from each others.
Between you two, it always been passionate. But lately, he’s been more distant. There’s a war coming, everybody knows it. Maybe this is just it.
It always has been just about sex.
He was never going to settle down. Never.
Remus is staring blankly at the boys but he doesn’t look like he’s totally there. There’s something on his mind right now, but you can’t tell what is it.
He’s sweating a little bit, he actually looks like he caught some cold.
Remus have been drinking quite a lot tonight, more than usual. Maybe this explains why he looks so far distant.
‘Moony?’ says James, waving his hand in front of Remus’ eyes. 'You there?’
Remus jumps.
'Yep. Sorry.’
'I think it’s time to go, James’ says Lily with a warm laugh.
'What, no!’ says Sirius, shaking the almost empty whisky bottle in his hand and filling Remus’ glass once more.
'Don’t you think he had enough already?’ you say to Sirius.
He turns back to look at you with a childish pout. But he looks deeply at his friend and knows that it’s maybe time to call it off.
'Fine! Moony, you’re sleeping here tonight.’
You turn around to look at Remus. He’s already sleeping. You guess he just needed to know the party was over. Anyway, he wouldn’t have gone very far by the way he looks. Not only he had a lot to drink, but he didn’t look like he was in a great shape either.
You kiss goodbye James and Lily as they disappear behind the door.
Sirius takes your hand.
'You staying tonight?’ he asks with a smirk on his face.
You know exactly what this expression means. You’ve seen it a hundred times.
You put your hand on his chest.
'Nah, I’m going to go home, I’m tired.’
He pouts again and it makes you chuckle.
'You are impossible! Remus is just next to your room, what if he hears us?’
'He’s passed out, love’ Sirius answers, tickling his cheek against yours.
Sirius never wanted people to know you two were seeing each other. And you were kind of okay with it because you didn’t want anybody to judge you because you were sleeping with the worst playboy Hogwarts had known.
You take Sirius’ hand and lead him silently into his bedroom, after you glance one last time to see Remus sound asleep, tucked into the couch like a baby.
You close the door behind you as you fall into Sirius’ arms, swearing, as usual, that it’s the last time. You’re too old for these foolish games. At first it was fun. Sirius is a great lover, you have to admit it. But you want more and it’s impossible with him. You kind of made peace with this fact.

___________________

There’s a sound that wakes you up, making you jump in fear in the bed. It takes you a few seconds to realize where you are. You look at your right and see Sirius sleeping next to you, his arm resting on your naked stomach. You try to get up of the bed but he squeezes you gently next to him.
'Sirius? There was a noise’ you say.
But he doesn’t answer. He’s sleeping deeply.
You get on the tip of your toes and take your wand on the night table. It’s always ready, these days are dangerous. You grab Sirius’ t-shirt and put back your underwear. You open silently the door of the bedroom and walk to the provenance of the strange noise. You feel silly.

You see the bathroom’s light turned on as Remus isn’t on the couch anymore. You sigh, relieved. You walk to the door and the scene before your eyes makes you panicked.
'Remus, are you okay?’ you ask as you reach for a clean towel.
His left rib is completely scratched, deeply and there’s a lot of blood around it. At the sound of your voice, he steps back in fear and try to hide his body with the shirt he was holding.
'What the hell happened?’ you say as you reach for the shirt, but he steps back.
'Remus? Let me take care of it.’
'Go away Y/N, I’m okay’ he says, but his voice seems off, like he is really hurting right now.
'You’re clearly not, show me your wound’ you reply angrily.
He rolls his eyes and he drops the shirt on the ceramic floor.
'Merlin, Remus. How did you end up like this? Why didn’t you tell anyone? Is that why you were drinking that much?’
You clench your teeth together as you look at the flesh-wound cut. It looks like it hurts like hell.
You wet the fresh towel and wring it.
'This is going to hurt’ you tell him, before applying the linen on his wound.
He hisses silently but you can read the distress on his face.
You look at the cut again, trying to wipe the blood away.
'Sit down’ you tell Remus, pointing at the counter.
He nods and sit painfully on it, while you’re searching into the cabinets. You find some bandage.
Remus is following you with his gaze as you wet another clean towel with freezing water. You push it gently on his forehead, then down on his neck.
'You’re burning’ you sigh. 'Keep it still if you can.’
He holds the towel on his face as you start to rip some bandage to cover his wound up. You then look for a bottle of disinfectant. You grab it and you freeze in front of him.
'I’m sorry. This is not going to be fun’ you say, with an awkward smile.
He scoff.
'Don’t worry Y/N. I’m used to.’
You frown your eyebrows. You then notice the other scars all over his body. He has a large one on his chest but it looks quite old. It makes the other little scars nothing compared to it. You look again in his eyes and without thinking about it, you look at the aged scar crossing his face. You always thought it was adorable, actually.
'How could you hurt yourself so bad…’ you say, more to yourself than to him.
He looks at you intensely.
'I think you know what it’s about’ he says. 'You’ve been around quite enough…’
You don’t reply. You always thought that he was a werewolf. It started with his sudden disappearances when there was a full moon. Then the scars that were adding up on his body each time he’d come back.
You never said anything, nor asked questions.
Not because you were scared, but because you knew how Remus was discreet and reserved. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Anyway, his condition never mattered to you. He was your friend, a dear one and you wanted him to be happy.
You start soaking some cotton with the disinfectant.
'Take a deep breath’ you say as you apply the cotton on the wound.
He growls and hisses. He punches the counter so heavily that he makes his knuckles bleed.
'Really Remus? Didn’t lose enough blood already?’ you say.
'It hurts like hell Y/N!’
'I didn’t even get to the worst part of your wound!’
He sighs heavily.
'You need to get a grip on something…’ you say, looking at some random object he could grab while you’re dealing with his wound. Nothing looks like it’s going to do it.
'Squeeze my arm’ you finally say.
'What? No! I don’t want to hurt you!’ he says with round eyes.
'I don’t mind, Remus! Just squeeze it and we are going to get over with this!’
You put his hand on your right arm as you reach for another imbibed cotton.
'I’m going to take care all of it, one shot, okay? Be ready…’
He doesn’t look reassured but he closes his eyes, waiting for the pain to seize him.
As you apply the cotton on the wound again, you feel his whole body becoming stiff. He’s squeezing your arm too gently. His breathing becomes jerky and irregular.
'Squeeze my arm!’ you shout at him.
You feel him grab you more tightly. You look at his face, his eyes still closes, his teeth still clenched. Sweat pearls at the birth of his hairline.
'A little bit more’ you say as you reach for the most profound part of his wound.
He looks like he’s going to pass out.
'Grab my arm, Remus! Stay the fuck with me!’ you say as you feel his nails clenching into your skin. It hurts a lot but never like the pain Remus seems to endure right now.
'It’s over’ you say, throwing the cotton soaked with blood in the trash next to you.
You wash your hands and see the water turning red down the sink. You feel Remus’ hand reaching for your burning arm.
'Shit, Y/N’ he says, looking at the red marks he did to you.
'It’s nothing’ you say, trying to smile to reassure him.
'It’s not, I didn’t realize, I’m sorry’ he says, distraught.
'Remus, I’m okay, really’ you add.
You feel his warm breath on your face.
There’s a strange feeling in your stomach.
You grab the bandages on the counter as you start to apply one on the tip of the wound.
Both saying nothing, there’s only the sound of the warm night that keeps you alert. You continue to put the bandages on his cut, and you’re almost finished.
You apply yourself very gently as you finally covered every teared skin.
Slowly, you slide your finger on his ribcage, like this only gesture is going to heal him. You know it’s not, but it’s stronger than you.
'There you go’ you whisper, still staring at the now dressed wound.
You can’t pull your finger off his skin.
'Thank you, Y/N. Really… but you didn’t have to…’ Remus says, running his index on your burning arm. He looks like he feels sorry a lot.
'I wanted to’ you answer, running your finger on the old scar that crosses his chest.
'Don’t look at that’ he says, pulling his finger off from your arm.
He gets off the counter and reaches slowly to his shirt. He tries to put it but it looks like this only move is hurting him.
'Let me help you’ you propose.
'I’m fine’ he says, trying to hide.
'Remus, I saw all of them. I don’t mind, let me help’ you say as you reach him.
You take the shirt in your hands and you help him putting it back.
'Nobody should have to look at that.’
You roll your eyes.
'It’s just scars!’
'Well, if you know why I get so many of them, I don’t know why you’re still standing in front of me. You should run, you should be disgusted!’ he says, running a hand in his hair, impatient.
You feel sad.
'Remus’ you say, stepping in front of him.
He sighs.
'You are not, in any way, disgusting. And these scars, it’s part of you. You shouldn’t be ashamed.’
He closes his eyes as you run your hand underneath his shirt. He steps away but you insist.
'See? There is nothing revolting there. Your skin, it’s so soft, actually’ you say, closing your eyes too.
You hit a bumpy relief.
'And those, it’s just… really it’s just like a map’ you say, running your finger slowly up and up until you reach his heart.
Both eyes closed, you feel your lips touching.
You hear Remus sighs heavily as he grabs your hair and gets lost in the kiss.
On the tip of your toes, you squeeze your body more unto him. Suddenly, your mouths are both opened and you let your tongue slide on the tip of his soft lips and he answers with his. You feel his long fingers searching for your skin as he lift up gently your shirt.

He stops abruptly, noticing Sirius’ t-shirt on your body.

'I shouldn’t be doing this’ he says, pushing you gently from him. 'I’m sorry.’
Confused, you look at him.
'Remus, I-’
'I’m sorry, I should go’ he says, leaving the bathroom.
You look at him grab his bag and he opens the door.
'Thanks for the bandages’ he says before disappearing behind the closed door.

Request: Hey! Can you do a oneshot where you work as a waitress in a bar in the city Dunkirk is being shot and all the boys go there to chill after a long day of work and every night Tom Hardy eye fucks you and the boys, realizing you are really into each other, start to tease the two of you?

A/N: my life has been forever changed by this

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He was staring again.

You could feel his eyes lingering on you from across the room as you took orders from other tables.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you turned to catch his eyes. He was talking with one of his friends, but his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“Y/N, table 5’s food is ready.” A coworker of yours told you, breaking your eye contact with the handsome man. You headed over to grab the food, walking over to the loud table full of men.

The table in the corner was filled by the usual 8 guys. Every night for the past 3 weeks they would show up around 7 o’ clock and request to be seated in that same booth. They always requested for you to be their waitress as well, for reasons completely unknown to you.

It wasn’t until their third visit that you began recognizing them.

Your brother was a massive comics fan, especially the DC comics. Growing up with him, you kind of became a comics nerd too. So of course you recognized the faces of Cillian Murphy and Tom Hardy from the Dark Knight trilogy.

You recognized some of the others as well from films and tv that you’ve watched over the years. There were only 3 that you didn’t know, but you picked up their names from conversation: Fionn, Jack and Tom.

You realized fairly quickly that these guys were the cast for the new movie Dunkirk, after all they were staying in your town for filming.

You had never really let on that you knew who these guys were. They seemed to like being treated by you as regular people, so that’s what you did.

Only one from the group had really captured your attention.

You’d had a slight celebrity crush on Tom Hardy for a few years, thinking he was insanely good looking. The man was exactly your type; dark hair, dark eyes, deep voice, facial hair, dog lover. The muscles and tattoos were just an added bonus.

It seemed that you had captured his attention too. His eyes never drifted from you when you’d take the tables order, and sometimes you’d feel a gaze on your back as you went to other tables. Every time you searched for the source, your eyes would meet his.

It was like he was trying to undress you with his eyes, and you definitely weren’t complaining.

The two of you flirted harmlessly a few times, earning grins from the rest of the men at the table. They were slowly catching on to the attraction between the two of you, throwing in some hints here and there. You could hear them teasing Tom from time to time, always bringing a smile to your face.

You walked up to the table then, placing each meal on the table with the help of another waitress. Once you were done, you glanced at the men.

“Does everything look alright?” You asked, eyes catching with Tom’s again.

“Trust me sweetheart, from where I’m sitting everything looks perfect.” He spoke, eyes trailing down your body. You merely winked at him, turning around and walking away before he could see your blush.

“He sure knows how to make you hot and bothered.” The other waitress said, a knowing glance on her face.

“Oh shut up.”

An hour later you were back at the table, smiling at the laughing men.

“Is there anything else I can get you guys?” You asked them all, clearing the table of the many glasses.

“Yeah, I’d like to get yer number lassie.” The blonde man spoke up, you think his name was Jack. There was a kicking sound, and moments later Jack was glaring at Tom as he rubbed his leg.

“Sorry hun, you’re a wee too young for me.” You told him, giving him a sweet smile. Some of the guys snorted at this, attempting to hold in laughs.

“Well, ye see, I’m actually askin’ for a friend.” He continued, glancing briefly at Tom before looking back at you.

“Well, you can tell your friend that if he really wanted my number, he should ask me himself.” You slyly answered, a grin on your face.

“So, I’m curious. Wha would ye say yer type is?” Cillian Murphy spoke up, surprising you slightly. When you looked at him, he was smirking at Tom. Tom looked annoyed, but you were very amused. It was obvious his friends were all messing with him.

“Hm, let’s see…” You played along, a hand on your hip as you pretended to think. “A tall, dark and handsome type for sure. British definitely, with a lot of tattoos. 39 years old would be preferable, I like my men older. Oh, and he has to be a dog person.” You winked at Tom when you finished your description, leaving the man gobsmacked for a moment.

The whole table was in hysterics as they saw the stunned look on Tom’s face, making you smirk proudly. Setting the check on the table, you turned away from the men, heading to check on another table.

You cleaned up a few more tables, humming slightly as you did. When you were done, you headed towards the kitchen to check for orders.

“Here you go love.” A voice spoke a little while later, and you turned around to find one of the guys from the group standing there. “Keep the change.” He spoke, seeing you were about to head to the register.

“Thank you Harry.” You told the singer, sending him a smile as he began to leave.

“I knew you recognized us.” He laughed, a cheeky smile on his face. “By the way, what time do you usually get off?”

“11, why?” You asked him, head tilting in confusion.

“No reason.” He smirked, turning around and heading towards the door. “Good night Y/N!” He shouted over his shoulder, making you roll your eyes as you chuckled slightly.

Later that night you were finally off work, and you left the little restaurant in exhaustion. Your days at the restaurant were long, but you absolutely loved working there.

A voice clearing from behind you caught your attention, and you turned around to look. Tom Hardy was standing in front of you, hands shoved into his pockets.

“What can I help you with, Mr. Hardy?” You asked, voice taking on a tone of innocence. His intimidating form was suddenly in front of you, staring down at you intensely.

“I think you know exactly what I want Y/N.” He purred, voice coming out roughly.A wave of pleasure raced down your spine at the sound of your name leaving his lips, making you bite your lip to hold in a moan.

“No, I don’t think I do.” Your voice dropped into a seductive drawl, backing away from him and turning to continue down the street.

He caught up to you a few moments later, turning you around and pressing you against the side of a building. His arms came up on either side of you, effectively boxing you in.

“Why don’t you and I head back to my place, I’ll show you exactly what I mean.” He growled, his eyes positively predatory. You swallowed harshly at his words, hands beginning to shake.

“I don’t know, I’m awfully tired.” You teased, stretching to press a kiss under his bearded jaw. He grabbed your hips tightly, a groan leaving his lips. “I’m guess I can agree though, if you make it worth my while.” He pulled away from you, eyes full of lust.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ll be screaming my name after just 5 minutes with me.”

“Prove it.”

I Need You~Jay Park Angst/Fluff

Originally posted by catcher-spirits

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners.*

Requested Prompt; Jay was also requested to have a scenario based on the song Your Love by Elo ft The Quiett.

Words:1.7k

Jay and you have been dating for about three years now. For those three years most of your relationship was amazing, but every couple has their faults. Jay was known to flirt with other girls while the two of you were dating. Even when you guys would be together, his eyes would wander to other girls that were around. It made you always second guess yourself, and question whether or not he actually loved you. 

 Every time you brought your concerns up with him, he would either wave them off as you being paranoid, or he would get upset and the two of you would get into an argument. Which lead to one of you leaving the apartment so both of you could cool down. You didn’t know how to approach him about how you feel, and it was causing you to pull away from him. 

The relationship you once knew was slowly falling apart right before you, and you didn’t know how to fix it, because you didn’t know how you could approach Jay. 

 You looked down at your coffee as you thought about what to do about your relationship. You really wanted things to work out between Jay and you, because you loved him with all your heart. But your heart could only take so much. Maybe it was time to start seeing other people. 

 Your heart hurt at the thought of seeing someone other than Jay, but maybe it really was for the best. You sighed as you got up from the table to dumb your now cold coffee down the sink. You didn’t want to be thinking like this, you loved Jay.

 Maybe a night out away from Jay could help you come to a clear decision. You looked at your clock, you still had about three hours left before any of your friends were off of work. You bit your lip in thought of what you could do for those three hours. “Maybe I could go out for lunch?” You thought to yourself. “It could pass a lot of time.” You decided. 

 You walked to your bedroom to change into something a little more presentable. You looked through your closet before deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans and a cute long sleeve shirt. Then walking to your mirror in your bedroom you started to do your makeup. After about twenty minutes, you were satisfied with how you looked. Smiling to yourself you stood up heading towards the front door. You grabbed a jacket, your keys and slipped on some vans. 

 You locked your apartment door, and headed towards your car. You got into your car and drove in the direction of your favourite restaurant. It was one of the first restaurants that Jay took you too. It was a family orientated restaurant, and that’s what you loved about it. It felt like home. You got there in about fifteen minutes. Turning the ignition off, you got out of your car. 

As you walked into the restaurant a little bell rang signaling that someone had entered. You found a booth that was near the front of the store and sat down. As you waited for your waiter, all of these memories of you and Jay came back to your mind. “Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.” You laughed at yourself. 

 You smiled as a waiter came to your table. You couldn’t deny that he was pretty cute. 

“Hello my name is Joon, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” He asked you. 

 You bit your lip in thought. “Um I’ll have just some orange juice please.” You said as you smiled back at him. 

“Sure thing! I’ll be back with your drink.” He said as walked away. 

 You couldn’t help but stare at him. He really was cute, but he still didn’t really compare to Jay. “Maybe nobody can compare to him.” You sighed. 

 As Joon came back with your drink, the bell rang again. Unconsciously you turned at the sound, and your heart sunk at what you saw. It was Jay, and a girl. 

As you kept staring the rest of AOMG came through the door, but that didn’t really register with you. All you could think about was Jay and the really pretty girl at his side. You quickly turned so your back was facing them. Just as you were about to leave Joon came back to your table. 

“Here you go! Are you ready to order?” He asked you. 

 You looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. “I-I don’t really know if I’ll be staying anymore. I just saw something that I really didn’t want to see.” You told him softly. 

 Joon looked at you with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” He asked you. 

You looked down at the table. “I-I don’t know.” You mumbled. 

 Joon quickly sat down on the other side of the booth. “What’s wrong err sorry I don’t know your name.” He said sheepishly. 

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “My name is y/n.” You told him. 

 Joon smiled. “That’s a really pretty name. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked you. 

You looked up at him and bit your lip. “The people that just walked in, well one of them is my boyfriend, and he’s with a girl. We’ve been having problems lately, and I guess he’s finally had enough of me.” You told him as you gave a soft laugh. 

Joon looked over at the group of people that just walked through the door, to find someone staring right back at him. “Is your boyfriend covered in tattoos, and have really piercing eyes?” He asked you. 

You slowly nodded. “Yes? Why?" 

 Joon looked over at you and smiled. "Well he’s kind of shooting daggers at me right now.” He told you. 

 Your eyes widened. “What?” You asked as you turned to look at Jay. True to Joon’s word, Jay was glaring at him really intensely. As you looked over at Jay, both of your eyes met. 

 Jay frowned at you in confusion. Probably wondering why you were sitting with some random guy, at the restaurant you two loved. 

You looked away, and sighed. “I’m so sorry Joon, I didn’t mean for you to get involved. I’m just going to head back home, but I really enjoyed talking to you.” You told him as you stood up. 

 You smiled at him once again before making your way to the front door. As you were heading out of the door, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was, and it was Joon. 

He shoved a piece of paper into your hand. “It’s my number. Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you or anything, but if you need to talk call me okay?” He told you as he squeezed your hand. “Besides, I don’t really go for girls.” He whispered as he winked at you. 

 You laughed. “Thank you Joon. I’ll be sure to call you!” You told him as you pulled away, and left the restaurant. 

 You quickly walked to your car and got in. Just as you were going to start the car, someone knocked on your window.  You jumped in surprise. You turned to look out your window, and it was none other than your boyfriend Jay. 

 "Y/N we need to talk.“ He told you as he went to open your door, but you quickly locked it. That didn’t amuse Jay too much. "Y/N I’m serious, we need to talk.” He said as he tried to open your door again. 

 You looked at him. “Why were you with her?” You asked him. Jay looked a little taken aback by your question. 

“Y/N she’s part of AOMG. All of us were going out for lunch, and it was my turn to choose where we go. I couldn’t think of any other place except here.” He told you as he tried your door again. “Please y/n just open the door so we can talk. Please.” He begged. 

You bit your lip as you stared at your lap. You slowly unlocked your door. When Jay heard the click of the lock he immediately opened your door. He gently grabbed your face causing you to look at him. 

“Y/N I would never betray you like that.” He told you. “I-I know we haven’t really been in a great place lately.” He sighed. “You know I can tell when you have something you want to talk about. I should’ve just talked with you about your worries, but I was scared about what you wanted to talk about.” He said truthfully. “I was scared you wanted to break up.” He mumbled. 

 Your eyes widened slightly. In a way he had the same worries as you. “I-I thought you didn’t want me anymore since you were always looking at other girls.” You told him. 

 Jay quickly shook his head. “Babe no, that’s not true. I love you. Only you. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just please don’t end things between us.” He said as he gently rubbed your cheek. 

 You smiled. “Jay I love you.” You told him softly causing him to smile. 

He leaned in and gave you a kiss. “I love you to baby.” He mumbled against your lips. He pulled back slightly. “So can we talk about this guy at the restaurant?” He asked you. 

 You laughed. “He’s just a friend. Trust me I’m not his type.” You told Jay as you smiled at him. 

Jay looked confused. “You’d be anyone’s type.” He told you as he winked at you. You rolled your eyes, and playfully pushed him away. “Whatever.” You said as you stuck your tongue out at him. 

 Jay laughed, leaned in and kissed you. “I love you y/n never forget that. I need you in my life.” He whispered to you. 

 "I need you in mine too Jay.“ You whispered back against his lips. 

 Both of you needed each other to be happy in your lives.

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playing with fire (5) | taehyung

Originally posted by sugapium

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut

pairing: taehyung x reader 

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways. 

last chapter: part four 



   Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends


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Unscripted

SPN FanFic

~Things are so much easier in the movies.~

Jensen x Reader, Jared

2,406 Words

Warnings: Excessive misuse of classic movie quotes

A/N: This is for Arie, @bringmesomepie56​. I have no idea what the hell this is, but I think it’s adorable. Hope you like it. 



“Tonight is the night,” you told yourself as you took a deep breath and followed Jared into the pub. “I’m gonna tell him how I feel.”

“What’s that, Y/N/N?” Jared asked over his shoulder. He could hear your voice over the symphony of noises that engulfed you as you moved towards the bar, but he couldn’t make out your words.

“Nothing,” you hollered back, lifting your chin to push your words up towards his ears. Too damn tall.

Jared gave you a quick once over with narrowed eyes and a playful smirk. “You’re up to something.”

“Am not!”

“Y/N,” he said, pulling you with him as he sank onto a barstool. “You didn’t take your makeup off, your hair is down and… quite nice actually, and that tank top…” Jared shook his head and bit his lip, trying to avert his eyes from your ample cleavage like the good friend he was.

“What about my tank top?” you defended, pulling your shoulders back and pushing your breasts almost into his face.

Jared laughed, “You look amazing, is all I’m saying. But I know what you’re up to. Just fuckin’ tell Jensen how you feel and be done with it.”

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Body Like a Back Road

Originally posted by theanxiouskid

Summary:  After a night at the bar, you ask Dean a question, and he tells you the difference between bar girls and you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1133

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m backkkkkkkkk. So this idea has been in my head forever, the song “Body like a Back Road”, speaks to my inner Dean girl. Please be gentle, this is the first thing I have written in a while.

Beta: @reigningqueenofwords

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Walking into the bar, you saw him right away. He always dominated your thoughts. Dean Winchester, best friend, bad ass hunter, lethal lothario, the definition of sex on bow legs and last but not least, the man you were secretly in love with.

Sighing heavily, you saw that of course the bar skanks were already vying for his attention. Resigning yourself to later listening to the wails from big breasted women started running rampant in your head. ‘Maybe I could get a different hotel without either of the boys asking why? Yeah, right.’  You spied an empty table and headed for it, ready to drown your sorrows. Sam had also found someone already, so now you got to be the awkward fifth wheel once they all joined you at the table, both bar skanks giving you the evil eye when you were introduced.

The waitress came over to get everyone’s order, not surprising to you when Dean’s Mensa candidate for the evening asked for a Shirley Temple. Rolling your eyes, you ordered a beer and three shots, knowing that you would need them. You snickered when even Dean looked at Honey or Cherry- ‘Honestly, who names their kids that?’ in stunned silence at her drink choice. Once the drinks were delivered, you wasted no time in throwing back the shots rapidly, and signaling the waitress for three more.

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The Recruit (Chapter 15) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 75, Part III”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff and family bonding, a littttttle bit of smut at the very end.

A.N.: Mitch and Steven Rapp tho… and YES. I split one day into three separate chapters. sue me. they had a good day. :’)

Summary: Mitch and Y/n meet up with Mitch’s brother, Steven, and finish out their first day in Manhattan.

Additional Note: I will literally never write a single DOB character as anything less than a rabid Mets fan.

Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Mitch?! Holy shit, is that you?” A handsome, light brown haired man approached the couple. He looked like Mitch, but with less moles and his hair was gelled and parted to the side. He wore a well-fitting black suit and was about the same height as his brother. His smile lit up his entire face when he saw his long-lost brother.

“Steve.” Mitch wrapped his brother up in a bear hug in the lobby of the lavishly decorated restaurant.

“I barely recognized you, man. You’re… you’re fucking swoll.” Steven looked stunned. “And that’s a great fucking suit. Where’d you get it?”

“Y/n literally had it made for me and they were finishing tailoring it less than fifteen minutes ago down at Brooks Brother’s by your apartment. That’s why we’re a little late. I didn’t have anything to wear.” Mitch pulled you in front of him, in between him and his brother.

“Y/n.. holy sh-” Mitch gave Steven a look, and Steven grinned. “You are triple the amount of beauty that Mitch described you to be, and you whipped him up real nice too. It’s really nice to meet you.” Steven gave you a quick hug and a genuine smile.

“It’s nice to meet you. I almost feel like we’ve met before,” You grinned up at Mitch, letting him recall the time that he stole his brother’s identity to use as his own when the recruits infiltrated a college reunion. Mitch smirked and dug his hands into his pockets sheepishly. “Mitch has told me so much about you.”

“Mr. Rapp, your table is ready. Follow me please.” The hostess eyed Steven and Mitch. They were both ridiculously handsome and well put together. Steven gestured for you to go first, and Mitch rested his hand in the small of your back, letting you lead the way.

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