#deantrbl scenario

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Make Me Love You

The strobe lights and people passing by me are making me dizzy.

I knew it was such a bad idea that I drank 3 shot of vodka before coming into this place. But without any alcohol on my system, I won't be able to do the things I on my lists.

I look at dance floor. Most of them are still in their 20's dancing like there's no tomorrow. I envy them. When I was at their age, I was stuck at home doing nothing. And now that I turned 34, I realize I'm missing a lot of things. That's why I am here. I want to get wasted and lose my virginity.

I slowly made my way through the mass of people. I notice some guys are eyeing me. I smirk to myself. I knew I picked the right dress for this. It fits me perfectly, hugging my curves. This the result when you're a homebody and got nothing to do to kill time but exercise.

I close my eyes and starts to slowly move my body to the rhythm of the music. Running my hands through my long hair and then the sides of my breasts, my waist and my hips. It feels good to let myself out like this and not feel embarrassed. All thanks to alcohol. The music reverberates throughout my body as I dance. I am so lost in the moment when I feel a hand slowly slipping on my waist. I open my eyes and look over my shoulder. It's a guy, and he's taller than me. I glance up to see his face but I am so drunk he looks blurry to me.

He pulls me closer to him and starts dancing with me. He is so close I can feel his body heat radiating from him. I lean back against him. A gasp escapes my lips as he starts leaving butterfly kisses from shoulder, to my neck until he reaches my earlobe and softly bit on it. My breath hitch.

He buried his face on my neck, slowly nuzzling my skin. I can feel his hot breath and it's sending shivers all over my body. Something sparks in me, causing a wildfire across my body. Making me want more. My hand makes its way over to his head, grabbing his long hair and pull him closer until his lips touch my skin again. He growls and gently suck on it, making me moan.

"Come with me." the guys whispers on my ears, taking me by the hand. 

I want to complain why he suddenly stop. But I'm so drunk I can't even make words or stop him from dragging me. I don't know where he's taking me. I don't even know where we are. All I know is these movements are making me feel nauseous and only goes away whenever he stops to kiss me.

He stops walking, it made me stop too. My head is spinning. And then he starts kissing me again, this time aggressively. His tongue graze over my lips, teasing me to open them, so I did. His breath smells like mix of alcohol and cigarette and watermelon. 

I bit his tongue because I never like guys who smokes. He groan and stops kissing me. I purse my lips and look at him, at his face but I can't really see it. It's too blurry. His hand slowly glided along my dress, down the side of my hips to my thigh and carry me without a warning. So fucking hot. 

I cup his face and starts kissing him hungrily. His hands squeeze my butt. He manage to sat on the bed without breaking our kiss. And then his lips starts to move down on my jaw onto my neck and suck hard on it. He's breathing heavily and then I feel it. Something hard is poking between my legs.

I push him down the bed. It caugh him off guard. I began pulling down the strips of my dress, slowly revealing my body. His eyes are on me, intently watching me.

"Fuck." he said breathlessly, looking at my naked breast. His hand reach for it, giving it a squeeze. His thumb slowly grazing over nipple, doing it in circle. I arch my back as I moan at the new sensation I'm feeling.

I want more. I need more.

I stop his hands and put it up above his head. And then I position myself on top of him and starts straddling him. Pressing and rubbing, up and down on his hard and still fully cloth shaft. He closes his eyes, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. His hands cup my butt and guides me to move faster.

"Ahhh." I moan loudly. This m is so intoxicating, electrifying every part of me. It's too much but "Ahhh!"It's feels fucking good. My body starts to tensed up, a pressure building up on my lower belly. So I move even more faster and didn't stop until I reached my climax.

We are both catching our breath after. I feel tired, so I lay my head on his chest.

[heoltrouble]

Two Hearts in a Cold Street

"Stop being so picky." Kyunghee scolded me for the thousands times.

Hi, my name is Charlie, Lee Charlie. I know it sounds weird, but long story short if I could tell you..

My very first name was Lee Jieun, but I grew up not really healthy as a kid, so my mom had an idea to change my name into something more sweet and happy. And she was randomly changed it into Charlie because it sounds funny and bubbly (according to her), so she officially and legally changed my name into Lee Charlie. It still weird to me because how could my dad didn't stop her to change my name.. I mean, he could offer any other name than Charlie, right?

Sunny? That's more lively Hani? That's pretty Fanny? That's good too

Still.. Here I am, Charlie.. 27 years old, working as finance staff even though I was majoring in Electrical Engineering. Ha-ha!

Please notice that forced laugh.

It's my fifth year being single, no boyfriend, experiencing non romantic relationship. It was only few dates for the past years, hang out here and there but mostly won't ended up good.

It wasn't because I'm picky and have so many criteria list, it's just... I haven't met anyone who make me brave enough to start a relationship. I wasn't ready for the drama, the jealousy, the feeling when you scares to lose someone.

What if he just want to play with your feeling? What if he doesn't love you as much you love him? What if he doesn't want any serious relationship further than only being a boyfriend?

Let alone that every single time I have crush on someone, he would never like me back. It's always be unrequited love at the end.

Poor me and my one sided love fate.

"I'm not picky." I sighed.

"Whatever keeps you sleep at night." She rolled her eyes, "just try some dating apps, if it won't end up as boyfriend at least you can have new friends."

"You know I'm an awkward person, I'm shy." I reasoned.

But it was true, I'm such an awkward person that ever existed. I tell only cringe jokes which will make anyone back out as soon as they hear me cracking joke.

Plus, I'm not that friendly person either. I was far from Kyunghee, she has bubbly personality, outgoing, very welcoming, guys like her.

While I'm such a weird and people tend to call me cold because my big eyes and I looked like my eyes glared too much. But trust me, once you know me, I wouldn't stop talking and joking, being so funny and then annoy you for the rest of my life.

I'm that kind of person, pleas don't sue me. It's just how I let out my affection towards people I close with.

"Just try it once, okay? Once, it won't hurt." She squeezed my shoulder gently.

"Do I really have to?"

"Yes, you have to. For fun, do not take it seriously." She wiggled her shaped eyebrows playfully.

"I'm going to uninstall it if I found it useless." I said.

"Yep, no probs! At least you tried!"

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I was contemplating which dating apps I should give it try, the one who safe and minor scam cases. You know, there's probably someone bad and mean trying to hunt their prey.

Do I really want this?Do I really need this?

I groaned inwardly, putting my phone back to my side then rolled over on the bed facing the wall.

Just once, it won't be that bad.

I nodded, reaching my phone and start to install the most popular yet safer dating apps.

After waited for less than two minutes to install, I opened the apps and start to fill my personal data, including choose which one of selfie I needed to put.

Scrolled, scrolled... Scrolled down on my phone gallery. Then stopped as I saw my selfie back then when I was on vacation in Pattaya beach, it was me with my black T-shirt posing in such silly but cute enough face

                   Not bad though.

Now it's time to put on my bio, I have to put on something that's not serious but actually serious or probably serious but not that serious.

I'm really suck at this because my shyness.

That's it, I found my bio.

A very shy person.

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"Too serious." I swiped left, moving on to the next candidate.

This one looked good, he wore glasses, smiling confidently to the camera. He has straight hair and it was cut neatly, actually he looked good with that hairstyle. His jaw was quite noticeable, he looked stern but little bit looked so young and carefree because of his full smile, showing off his white teeth.

His name is Dean, no family name. 29 years old. His bio said : I'm hard worker, very serious person, diligent and modest. Oh wait, this isn't job application? Lol.

"Hmm, interesting. Quite bold personality." I clicked his profile to see if there's more picture of him.

This time was his picture sitting on the bench while playing with his phone, showing off his right dimple, along with his long nose and quite tanned skin.

                   My heart fluttered. Is this one?

One try won't hurt. That mantra kept ringing in my head.

So I clicked chat icon and typed the most common greetings.

Charlie : Hi~

Then quickly logged out from the apps because I’m too shy and embarrassed, lol.

What did I do?

I looked at my phone dumbfounded. It wasn’t like I against any dating apps, but joined in one of them was actually embarrassing, at least in my opinion.

Did I really that helpless and hopeless?

Too bad, it’s done. I already created the account and sent friendly chat, so no backing off.

I felt uneasy and curious, so I logged in to my account, checking if that person sent me reply.

He sent me a reply! OMG!

Nothing long but sure intriguing me to read it.

Dean : Hi, I never knew that shy person could say hello first? 😂

What. The. Heck. Was he mocking me? Because my profile stated that I'm shy but here I am sending hi to him unlike my profile statement. Or it’s just his style to greet other people? This guy really something else.

Okay, but I won’t give up.

Just try, even if it only once.

Charlie : Ha-ha, please forget it that I said hi. I’ll just go back to my cave and hiding..

He’s typing.. oh my goodness.

What will he type? K, bye? Or will he be bold and tell me to go hiding on my cave?

Geez-

Dean : No, hey.. comeback. I’ll be the one who say hi then.. Dean : Hi, Charlie!

Oh wow..

[settolow]

The Breakup Song (Dean x Reader)

It’s All Fun and Games...

(Part I)

Type: idk 

Word Count: 1,200

Author’s note: So I wrote this out of boredom, but I actually like it. 

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You walk aimlessly around the vast backyard of the imposing studio, enjoying the goosebumps created by the chilly gusts of wind. It’s sometime after two in the morning, lights are turned off, leaving you alone with the stars and the velvety darkness of the night sky. Once upon a time you fell in love with loneliness. You fell so hard it consumed your soul and you were nothing but a slave to the feeling. He was fast asleep on one of the couches from his study room when you left the room, which was perfectly fine with you since it was utterly exhausting for you to keep being chatty and loving.

You sat on one of the plush chairs from the gazebo, lighting up a cigarette. The air always felt different when everyone was asleep.

“That’s not very nice,” You jumped at the sound of male’s voice. Looking around the gazebo, you found him sitting in a chair, hidden in the shadows. Dean.

“I’m not proud of it either,” you responded as you took the first drag of your cigarette. There was always a funny feeling whenever you did that, almost as if the drug was ticking its way down your lungs. It was, to say at least, addicting.

Your eyes shifted back to Dean, just to find him watching you intently, or better said, analyzing you.

“What?” you asked, and for the first time your voice no longer quivered around him.

“It’s not your fault,” was all he said before fishing out something from his pocket. A cigarette.

You rose an eyebrow and watched him lit it trying in the same time to mask your fascination. He made every mundane thing look fascinating, or maybe it was just you being a weirdo again.

A small click pierced the silence and he brought the lighter closer to the cigarette in his mouth. The small flame illuminated enough for me to make out his face though the darkness.

“What exactly are you talking about?” You asked, refusing to believe that he might have read you like an open book. You made sure to be everything he’s ever wanted—kissing him whenever you could, messaging him daily, making sure he was taking care of himself.

Dean gave you one of his mysterious smiles which made people immediately believe he was an angelic human. Fragile and benevolent. But you knew better. Whenever Dean smiled, he hid a piece of Hell behind it.

Dean. Dean. Dean. The name had a somehow melodic note in your head. You refused to call him, or even think about him using his real name because that meant giving a more personal note to your nocturnal meetings. You two never used names with each other because you didn’t need to. There was no one around when you met anyways. It was always after midnight and after you thoroughly looked around, thus you would be sure that there was nobody around the gazebo.

“Hell is not somewhere you go. Hell is something you carry around with you,” he said out of a sudden, as if reading my thoughts…again.

“How do you do that?” you voiced, utterly confused. “And stop quoting books.”

He took another drag of the cigarette and looked at the royal blue sky before exhaling the remains of the drug in the form of a gray curtain of smoke.

“You’re quite easy to read. Whenever you think about him you have this deep frown etched on your face.”

“How can you be so sure about it? Maybe I think about ways of transcending my soul out of the ephemeral universe,” you replied sarcastically. “And why does everything have to be about him?”

“Because,” he started before a small laugh escaped his lips, “because you make everything about him. Can’t you see? You made him your whole spectrum of colors. He’s your whole goddamn rainbow while you are not even a color to him.”

“That’s not true!” You exclaimed but it was just a charade. You knew that everything he had just said was completely true.

“And moreover, you do this out of guilt. You do this because you’re the one who fell out of love first. You two are drifting apart—accept it, let it bleed, let it heal and start anew.”

There was a bottle of whiskey near Dean’s chair which you assumed it was his. You were about to snatch it when he extended his arm which was holding a glass filled with the amber colored liquid. You took it and brought the glass to your lips before taking a big gulp. The taste and the burning sensation was enough to provoke you a wave of nausea but you were also craving that sensation of numbness, thus you took another gulp.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you coming here every night?”

“Isn’t this space for everybody who lives in this building?” He smirked before lighting up another cigarette.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Whenever I come here I see you watching me from your balcony, and then minutes later you come downstairs.” You frowned at him.

“So, you’re looking at my balcony whenever you come downstairs?” He retorted, clearly enjoying the banter and the way it affected you.

“Maybe I do it out of fear. You may be a serial killer or something,” You sassed but he saw right through you.

“Or maybe you come here knowing I’ve been watching you for some time and you want to know me better.”

“Interesting concept,” you feigned mediation. “But that’s not my style.”

“No, it’s absolutely not,” he sighed. “You prefer to stay with him and his lies because they match well with yours.”

You hated that side of Dean—the one who seemed to be able to transcend the layers of your being until he was able to reach the part you were hiding from the world. The parts that assembled your true self.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered as he looked into your eyes.

“I’m not.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” he smiled as his hand reached out and carefully palmed a strand of your hair.

You were starting to lose yourself into his eyes when your phone rang. It was your alarm warning you that you had to go upstairs before he was going to wake up and see you were missing.

“You’re leaving me,” Dean muttered as his lower lip jutted out, looking at you with a pretty dsmn good puppy face.

“Like every other night,” you retorted before making you way back to your apartment.

Like every other night… when you would try to escape him and everything that was related to him. However, it was all fun and games…until somebody fell in love.

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Guys, if you want a second part please let me know <3

[oraclekleo]

Hyuk Kwon (alternative R&B singer-songwriter, rapper and record producer) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Zodiac Sign

Full Name: Hyuk Kwon

Stage Name: DEAN / deantrbl

Group: Soloist

Hyuk Kwon

DEAN / deantrbl

(alternative R&B singer-songwriter, rapper and record producer)

Deck: Crow

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - VIII Strength

DEAN’s perfect match is likely someone well composed and with natural dignity. They’re likely speaking with a moderate and yet powerful voice, they don’t shout or yell but they still have respect. They are likely neat and prefer high quality clothes but nothing extravagant. This person is likely to hide their feelings and emotions well, their face doesn’t show when they are upset or agitated. They control their reactions.

Heart - 8 of Cups

At heart, DEAN’s ideal partner is someone who has been through many disappointments and they learned the lesson. People have been cruel to them in the past and they have deeply rooted commitment issues that can only be healed by someone genuinely true and faithful. Opportunity for DEAN to be that one.

Spirit - Knight of Wands

Spiritually speaking, DEAN’s special person is strong and bright. They are likely passionate about their beliefs, no matter what they are, and attend them with enthusiasm. It’s very possible they are engaged in multiple charities or they are the engine of their church community.

Soul - 9 of Pentacles

Deep down in their soul, DEAN’s ideal match is a generous and kind person. That’s probably what attracted the wrong people to them in the past and yet they never grew bitter and never stopped being caring and affectionate. Their soul remained untouched by those misfortunes and they still deeply care for others.

Time - 8 of Wands

It’s possible for DEAN to meet his ideal match while travelling. Maybe they are foreigners? Or he meets someone from his neighbourhood far away from home. No matter the background, the cards suggest that the time they will spend together initially is limited. It’s either their business trip or vacation, both with a set date of ending. They are likely to become close enough to stay in touch in future.

Place - 3 of Swords

If DEAN and his ideal match decide to live together, it can be a bumpy ride at the beginning. They need to match their tastes and lifestyles which can take some time and include multiple fights. However the number three holds a potential for a better future. They are likely to find the balance and compromise which will suit them both.

Zodiac Sign - Virgo

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Masterlist

F : fluff    /    A : angst    /    M : mature     /    📎 : serie    /    🎴: Luidji’s session

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Moving in - F

Coming soon

En-Vau - F

Coming soon 

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Black Bile 📎 - F/A/M

Chap 1

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Chap 3 (coming soon)

Gisèle  🎴 - A/M

Marie Jeanne 🎴 - A/M

[sweeter-fantasy]

A Quiet Night

Dean (Kwon Hyuk) x reader 

genre: fluff

synopsis: you and your boyfriend spending a simple night at home, just relaxing together. also known as my perfect date idea

word count: 342

a/n: so that’s my first time writing a fic after years i haven’t, so i wanted to start with something short and sweet, and with the love of my life. btw, the book i quoted here was “under the hawthorn tree” by Ai Mi, great book, i really recommend it 

The sky was getting darker, and the wind brought with it the nightlife sounds through the open window, soft music playing in the dimly lit apartment, creating a movie-like scene.

You were sitting on the floor, in a mess of blankets, pillows, and plushies, under the single lit lamp, your boyfriend’s head in your lap, your fingers mindlessly playing with his dark hair.

“He hesitated as if trying to work out if she was testing him. He looked at her with a steady gaze before shuffling closer to her and lifting one side of the coat. It covered half of his body. They shared the jacket as if it were a raincoat, but they might as well not have had anything over their shoulders, so ineffective was it at keeping out the cold.” 

Your voice was soft as you were reading out loud, throwing glances at Hyuk’s relaxed face every once in a while.

As his eyes were closed and breath even, you took a break, admiring his features while sipping from your now cold tea, wondering how you got so lucky to date someone as sweet and beautiful as him.

“Why did you stop?” he opened one eye and looked at you, catching you staring at him.

“I was just, thinking of how lucky I am, that’s all.”

“Hmm, I think I’m luckier,” he smiled at you, taking your hand from his hair and kissing it, holding it tightly on top of his heart.

“Yeah?” you teasingly smirked, “why do you think you’re luckier?”

“Because I get to hear your voice and see your smile every day. Because I have the best, most beautiful girlfriend in the entire universe.”

You smiled at his words, feeling your cheeks getting warm with a blush. You leaned down, sweetly kissing him, both of you smiling into the kiss, happy you found each other.

“Can you please get back to reading now?”

You giggled at the childish voice he used, sipped your tea, and got back to your book.

“ ‘Are you still cold?’ He asked…”

[fanxyblog]

LET'S FIX IT TOGHETER ~ DEAN

Gif's not mine credit to owner

A/N: This one isn't requested same as the previous one. I wrote this for the beginning of a New Year and also a new decade. I wish you all the best for the 2020. ( I wrote this one about Dean because I miss this man so much) I hope you all gonna like it ! (requests will be post soon)

Word Count: 1046

Warnings : None

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I'M SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES.

Thirty first of December the last day of the year, also the day that you wished wouldn't exist. Why? Because it was a day in which always something bad happend to you. Two years ago you've had broken your leg, who wants to start a New Year like that? Nobody.

A New Years Eve from two years ago wasn't nearly as bad as the last year. Last year New Years Eve was the one you got your heart broken in.

Thinking about it still made your heart fang in pain.

Last day of the last year your three years old relationship have ended. It was painful. Even tought it was 365 days ago the pain was still the same. You were trying to make yourself belive that it didn't occurr to you anymore, but you have had failed nonethlessly.

No matter how bad you wanted to, you just couldn't forget Kwon Hyuk. You just couldn't.

For whole year you were wandering how could your life look like if two of you were still togheter,how would your life look like if you didn't fight that night.

These were question nobody knew answers too.

All you wanted to do today was to sit in your cozy apartament and don't get out of there but your lovely best friend Yoonji had another plans for you. She barged into your house and took you out of there almost violently, and that is how you found yourself sitting on the couch in Aura Club which was one of the most popular clubs in Hongdae.

You were sipping on your Vesper Martini drink, watching as Yoonji danced in the middle of the floor with some random guy. You were happy with the fact that at least she had fun.

That's when it happend you saw two familliar faces, at least you tought so. It made you take a look one more time, and you were one hundred precent sure that you saw Jiho and Dongwook.

Your heart started to baet rapidly it these two were there the rest of fanxy child and eskimo club were there two you were sure of it.

Then whole world stopped for one second. His face flashed trought the crowd. You hoped that he wouldn't see you as you kept on staring at him.

He looked different. His hair was shorter and he went back to black hair.

His face seemed slimer and that made you sad in some way. Wasn't he eating well?

Then something that broke your already broken heart have had happend.

A tall woman have come near Hyuk, she putted her arm and smiled at him. You knew that smile because you used to smile at him the same way.

She was beautiful. Her body was slim and womanly shaped, się had big eyes and full lips.

You couldn't stop the tought that you were nowhere close to be beautiful compared to her.

The sight was to much for you, you couldn't take it. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

That is how you found yourself on the rooftoop of the bulding. You were standing there, looking at the night sight of Seoul

You didn't want to feel that way. You didn't had the right. He wasn't yours anymore, he could've do whatever he wanted with whoerver he wanted. That was none of your business, so why did you care?

The thing that have had bringed you bag to reality was the sound of fireworks and their sight on the night sky.

"Happy New Year" you murmured under your breath and looked down on your feets.

"Happy New Year " a deep voice said right behind you.

You knew that voice to well

"What are you doing here?" He was looking right in your eyes as he came closer to you untill he was standing not even a meter away.

"I could ask you the same thing " he was even closer now.

Suddenly you were trapped between him and the handrail.

"W-what are you doing ?" Your voice was almost stuck in your throat.

"I'm making sure you won't run away" his voice was stern and that fact didn't made you feel good

"What for ?" You wanted to look confident you really did, but deep inside you were nowhere near to that.

" For this"

You didn't know what he ment by that untill you felt his lips on yours.

The kiss was agressive and desperate, at the beggining you weren't kissing back, but you finally gave in.

Hyuk was the first to break the kiss. Both of you were breathing heavily.

Your heart raced so hard that you tought it's going to jump out of your chest.

You didn't look at his face, you didn't have enough courage too.

"Look at me " the tone in his voice was desperate and it made your heart ting, but you didn't obey his request.

"Please baby look at me " he carresed your face.

" I'm not your baby Hyuk" the bitternes in your voice was evident and you didn't try to hide it anymore, you were broken and you felt like crying.

You looked at him, tears weilling in your eyes.

" You are here with somone, so what do you want from me ?" a sob have left your lips and tears have had started falling uncontroably from your eyes.

"No... no, baby she is just a friend, nothing more. You, you are all I want please baby, please I need you.

Past year was terrible because it was without you. There wasn't a day when I haven't tought of you. I love you so much Y/N, so much. Our break up was the biggest mistake I've made in my life, but please. I- I... beg you, let me fix this. " his voice was shaking and you could easily tell that he was on the edge of crying himself.

You were conflicted and scared, but you knew that he was all you needed. Your save heaven.

" Okay Hyuk, let's fix it. Togheter."

Because when you were togheter everything seemed right.

[melanated-writersblock]

Mind over Matter (Dean x Reader Fluff)

Request?: [yes] "Hi, can you make a Dean x Reader one where the reader is having a panic attack and he tries to calm her down and it turns into a make out session. Fluffy plss 🙂"

Warnings?: ⚠Trigger Warning: Mentions of a panic attack episode w/ explicit description⚠ also there’s a making out session at the end but nothin too wild.

Word count: (approximately) 1.2k

A/N: Sorry that it's been such a long break between this and my last writing. I haven't had any inspiration to write as of recently. Hopefully that changes this year because I really want to write more. Another request that was sent to @imagination-of-a-melted-bitch that I'm taking over real quick! Hope you all enjoy it!

"Do you have a template prepared yet?"

Dean asked, concerned about your current emotionless expression as you stared at a blank white poster canvas. You had to present an advertising pitch for a product that you would be selling to a big company at the end of the week. Having just been promoted to creative director at the ad agency, you couldn't help but feel that losing this account would give you a bad name and tarnish your reputation. This had to be perfect.

"No I don't actually. Not at all." You admitted, setting your work aside as you get up from your previous spot between Dean's legs and began pacing in your shared living room. 

"Making pitches for accounts is my niche so why the fuck am I having such a hard time?" 

"It's a pretty big deal so naturally, you wanna do your best."

"It's already Tuesday and I don't have a template set up. I don't have a theme or a decent train of thought either….what am I doing?"

"Y/N, breathe baby." Dean said as he realized just how stressed about the situation you had become, fixing his posture in the couch.

"I don't even know if the client actually wanted me for the account. What if they pull out?" You questioned coming to a pause as you looked to your counterpart for assurance,

"I promise you they won't do that. Not if they want quality work." 

For the most part you were doing alright at first, handling any strong personal doubts or unhealthy predictions. In fact, you assumed you were doing quite alright.

Until you weren't.

An all too familiar cloud of discomfort slowly began to overtake you, almost making you feel like you weren't truly in your own skin,

"Oh fuck." You uttered in an almost inaudible voice as your senses began going haywire.

First your hearing became muffled, then your body began to feel weak and fragile. As if your blood sugar had ran low and you hadn't eaten anything in days. You felt a falsified alteration of the temperature of the room as you began to perspire and your heart felt as if it would ultimately give out. 

"Babe you alright?" Dean witnessing your gradual change in behavior, noticed your disheveled and almost disengaged state and immediately knew what was happening to you.

Panic attacks weren't something that you got all the time and that's what made it all the more frightening when they did occur. You never know when it'll happen. It just creeps up on you in the most inconvenient of times. No invitation or triggers needed. It just happens involuntarily. And that, you never truly understood. 

Your panting seemed to be the only identifier for you to realize you were still alive as your eyes felt as if they were micro-focusing on everything in the room. 

Trying to hold onto anything to keep your weak body from collapsing, Dean put your arm around his shoulder so he could walk you over to a large couch in your living room and sat first so he could lay you down comfortably with your head resting on a pillow in his lap. 

Still fighting through the episode you drank some water that was swiftly collected to help the attack cease.

"You're gonna be okay."

"Everything will be just fine." 

"You're doing well." 

"Just relax and it'll be over soon okay?"

"You're doing alright." 

Dean offered words of encouragement to help you through the remainder of the episode as it began to subside. He leaned down and kissed your temple. "I love you and I'm not going nowhere, okay? I'm gonna stay right here." He rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder as you finally came to. 

"I'm sorry." You said with a hint of guilt in your voice, feeling bad for him having to put up with your bodily functions. "You shouldn't have to go through this shit with me." You almost felt an unstoppable flow of tears threatening to fall. 

"No, I'm not gonna allow you to apologize over nothing. You didn't do anything. Remember that.” Dean spoke, sincerity in his tone evident, “I love you so much I would take all of your pain away if I could. I just want you to feel safe." He caressed your face as you shifted back to face him. 

"I love you, so much. You've helped me through too many things to count and I truly can't thank you enough." Feeling your strength coming back to you, you fixed yourself comfortably. Both of you now studying each others' faces. 

"I think I pushed myself too hard today."

"They say you are your own worst critic." Dean explained tracing a trail down your arm while he spoke, "Sometimes you just gotta take a step back. You can't let this shit get the best of you. You are one of the most talented and ambitious people I know and I've seen you put together presentations hours before they were needed." 

"I know, but I just feel like I need to do better." Looking up at him, you hold your hand up for him to touch,

"You are doing exactly what you need to be at this very moment, and that's laying here and not doing a damn thing." His smile earning a laugh from you lying beneath him. 

"Thank you, I feel a lot better now." You said, moving out of your previous position of laying on his lap to sit up and see him comfortably. 

You began to playfully pepper kisses over his face thanking him in between pecs.

"How could I ever repay you?" You asked playfully as you toyed with the earring on his left ear before looking back at him,

"You already are." He replied back briefly looking you in the eyes soon allowing you to continue the ambush of kisses on his face that you were performing.

It took little to no time for him to deepen the kiss once your lips connected. You seized the opportunity to straddle him all the while keeping your lips connected.

Whenever he moved in to take control of the already heated kiss, it's as if you were on a mission to fight for dominance, but you gave in. 

Your tongues danced with each other peacefully as your fingers found their way into his growing hair. His hands moved from rubbing your back to gripping your ass. A fair rebuttal to your actions. 

A call and response. 

You began unbuttoning his sweater as he made work of undoing your bra while your shirt was still on. Both of you in too much of a haze to really give three fucks about logic and directions. You just wanted each other. In that exact moment. You broke the heated makeout to finally speak after you'd gained back some sort of oxygen,

"I'm done with work for tonight, we should take this to the room." 

Dean smirked before flipping you over to reverse your positions, "You're done with work but I'm just getting started." 

[yeoldotcom]

—♡ ootd w boyfriend!dean

requested by @breaudelaire 💓

[wiontty]

On the run II Bonnie and Clyde shit

“Who wants that perfect love story anyway

I don't care if we on the run

Baby as long I'm next to you

And if loving you is a crime

Tell me why do I bring out the best in you

I hear sirens while we make love

Loud as hell, but they don't know

They're nowhere near us

I will hold your heart and your gun

I don't care if they come, no.

I know it's crazy but.”

[nanawyd]

Someone pls I beg you, create a heartthrob college dean AU based on And July 😔

[heoltrouble]

Enough

“You don’t have to do this.” I said without looking at the guy who was standing in front of my door for God knows how long he was there, but I knew it wasn’t his first time for this past week he’s here. I’ve been away for almost a week since our last fight, purposely block his number. Thus being with him for almost two years, I would never expect him to be like this. It was always me who crawl back to him, begging him to take me back, to love me like his love was the only matter in my life.  

“I do.” He said, taking step towards me so he’s towering me with his height. But I still refuse to look in his eyes.

“No, you don’t.” I sighed. Both of us should really stop running in circle like this.

“I want to.” His palm reached out my cheek to look at him.

“Why?” it was a question for me and him, why we have to do this? Going back and forth to love and hate?

“If I said it’s because I love you, you will think it’s my last card to take you back. But it’s not, I can love you and let you go, but I don’t want to do that. I won’t. I couldn’t. Why? Because you worth more than that damn pain of loving you.”

[jinhwankenobi]

Fanxy Child Reaction To Them Overhearing Their GF Talking About Her Kinks

shinykpoplaundry said: Hohohooo love sup! Could I possibly if the stars are on my side have a fanxy child reaction to them overhearing their gf talking on the phone with a friend about her kinks and they overhear that? You can decide yourself which kinks you want to include to whom. I thank you in advance if you want to write one😀💖

(a/n): Lemme warn y‘all, it‘s smutty. Hope you enjoy!

Millic:

He came home and heard you talking on the phone with your friend. He wasn’t really curious until he heard you scream “Oh my god!”. Seunghyun then tiptoed to the door and leans in to hear the conversation. You asked your friend, how you could bring up to him that you wanted to try role playing. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth. “Can you imagine how hot that’d be?”, you said. In that moment he took several steps back and acted like nothing happened but he definitely will surprise you the next day.

Crush:

He knew it was wrong but while organizing his vinyls, he could overhear the conversation you had on your phone and you clearly underestimated your volume. “You know I have a praise kink, right?” He concentrated on every word, trying to figure out how you think about your sex life. “Like when he tells me that I feel so good and that I’m pretty, I can barely last. But I don’t know if I he likes it the other way around?” He then waited for you to finish, just so he can try to initiate that he wants you to make love to him.

Dean:

After taking a shower he went to the bedroom and plopped on the bed. But through the thin walls, he could hear your conversation on the phone. “We just started having sex without condoms and I might’ve discovered an impregnation kink. There’s something about him filling me up ... ugh! I want his babies!” He laughed quietly, thinking about how cute you are. “Should I bring it up to him?”, you asked your friend for advice. Then your phone vibrated and saw a text message from your boyfriend that said, “Yes. Now come to the bedroom”.

ps: safe sex is the best sex!

Zico:

You knew he was working on a new song, so you were chilling on the couch talking to your best friend on your phone. But all of sudden you were talking about each of your sex lives. “Okay, but nothing’s hotter to me than thigh riding this man.” Jiho smirked, hearing every word you said, since he paused his work. “He has like the best thighs for that!”, you exclaimed. He whispered to himself, “Well, tell me something new.” After he turned around and patted his thigh, you immediately ended the conversation.

Penomeco:

Dongwook just had the best nap of his life. He stretched his arms and made his thirsty self on the way to grab a drink in the kitchen. Midway he overheard a conversation you had on your phone, “There’s something hot that I really wanna try! It’s mutual masturbation.” He raised an eyebrow, trying to understand if it’s a real situation or just a dream. “But I’m a bit concerned that he might not like it...”, you told your friend. His face made a concerned look. He plans on telling you that you can trust him with all your desires.

[peaceneo]

dabin being tiny like always 🥺

[erzulieanazare]

Marie Jeanne - DEAN

Warning: Mentions of drugs

Pairing: Dean x girl

Words: 343

The front door of this modern apartment was half opened, allowing any curious eye to catch the blurry shadows projecting themselves on the naked walls. These figures came from the lights of the city below, surrounding the immense space that was offered, because no lights were on. His relaxed frame was thrown on a fancy sofa, facing the wide window. It also was open, wide this time, letting the fresh wind to whistle in the initial silence. The large and flashing city seemed to wait for him, but he didn’t move, he watched with hooded eyes the passing cars. He didn’t even flinch when a cristalline voice pierced the timeless atmosphere.

She was standing in front of the city, bathing in the halo of the neons behind her body. Her arms were wrapped around her small figure as if she were cold, looking at him intensely. She probably was waiting for something. 

He brought the flame of his old zippo to the rolled paper trapped between his lips. A cloud just appeared in front of him, reaching the ceiling and escaping the room in a detached dance. Skimming every curves, mixing its texture with the softness of her wavy hair. 

The partial glint in her eyes was slipping and passed on her pinkish cheeks, rolling in such sluggish way that he finally was able to comprehend that now her skin was now glistening. 

She didn’t find what she was waiting for.

He took another puff, not detaching his dark eyes from behind her. She could have been transparent. 

She sighed, it was barely audible, he didn’t hear it. So, without a word, she grabbed the tiny bag that was sitting on the coffee table. Another puff. She was bended to tie the dirtied laces of her dark converse. He didn’t even glance. 

He finally heard the faint click of the door. He was now utterly alone. He brought the burning sprig to his lips, inhaling the oozing sensation of artificial peace. A smile litted his face. 

He didn’t feel like he was alone. 

[noris-nebula]

[9:21 am]

Dean

i cant think of a blurb to match this and this is also a spacer so i...don’t care?

i hope this doesn’t flop :(