a little help from her friends


Twilight: Let me be clear.
Luna stopped raising the moon. I can’t function as a princess now that I have no use. Cadance locked herself up in her own kingdom. Celestia needs to not only protect Canterlot from everything, but she simultaneously tries to help every little pony with their problems. I had to take care of myself, and when I got presented with the opportunity, I just couldn't see anything else that would help me. A cozy hideout to live in, a small group of friends I can trust who taught me how to manage myself through this world… 
I have no talent. Magic jobs are all taken. It’s either that, or stealing.
But… The Dark One wants me.


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anonymous asked:

Hi angel, how does one deal with a jealous / catty friend? I have this friend who is great most the time but then will make snide comments about my sex life or partying and she is cold for a while after I've done something along those lines. And sometimes alienates me from our friends. She's not really out there on the scene even though we invite her so idk if it's that or what. I can brush off the comments but I can't deal with her trying to exclude me. Help please

i wouldn’t deal with it at all tbh. friends are replaceable & i personally don’t have time for someone (especially someone i call my “friend”) to be on bs and constantly make little comments like that. every “friend” i’ve had that’s constantly criticized and made little snide comments about me and my life ended up not having the best intentions. and the fact that she gets cold and tries to alienate you too? nah sis. sounds like some weak childish manipulative insecure ass behavior. 

jealousy is a nasty emotion and the fact that your friend is jealous & catty towards you and even goes as far as to alienate you from your other friends says a lot about her character. she doesn’t sound like someone you want to be around.


seriouslynoclue  asked:

Hey for your brotp week maybe you could write something with Fitz and daisy with Fitz trying to help Daisy practice using her powers when she first got them. Idk I could just see Fitz trying to be a good friend measuring the size of her quakes and like giving her tech to use and Daisy is just like a little annoyed because da she can tell that that quake was bigger and she doesn't need all this stuff, but like is happy Fitz is not afraid of her and wants to help.

AN ~ this is slightly different from what you asked I think, but the crux of it is still there just with a bit more zany science sidekick vibe bc the fact that we never got a “cool things daisy can do ft the nerd herd” montage will forever leave a hole in my life. also, I somehow managed to write S2 fluff, what??

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Skye waited beside Fitz’s desk for a few minutes. Quite a few minutes. He worked on a prototype, quiet and steadfast and utterly focused, like he’d tuned everyone out and failed to notice that they’d all long since left for dinner by now.

Eventually, she cleared her throat and knocked on the end of his desk like it was a door. He jumped, his eyes snapping toward her before he recognised her and the tension dropped again.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I could…concentrate.”

“I feel you,” Skye agreed. “Actually it’s…sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. I was wondering if – maybe – you might – help me with my powers?”

Fitz frowned.

“Help you? How? I mean, sure, but how?”

Skye shrugged.

“I don’t know. It’s just, it sort of feels like there’s…electricity everywhere, you know. I mean, not literally electricity, more like…sound. And it’s around me all the time. I feel like I’m living in a colony of bees.”

Fitz smiled, recognising the feeling, though not in quite as literally a way as she experienced it.

“When I was at Li Shi - Afterlife – with Lincoln and my mum, it wasn’t so bad. I like, trained it I guess. We did stuff like, music and glasses and all that, you know, stuff that requires vibrations. I caused an avalanche once! I mean, on purpose. I miss having control of it like that, I guess is what I’m saying.”

Fitz narrowed his eyes. “You think I can help you make earthquakes?”

“Well, no, that’s all me, but like…you’re my sidekick science crew, party of one. You must have some cool zany science tricks to teach me, right?”

“I think I can think of a few,” Fitz said, his expression a little preening. “In fact, if the Court is free, we can try one right now.”

“Really?” Skye leapt at the chance, and Fitz enthusiastically led her to a room between the gym and the shooting range, which had what appeared to be squash courts drawn on the floor and what appeared at first glance to be an automated ball feeder, except for the lack of balls.

“What’s that?” Skye asked, torn between keeping her eyes on Fitz and on the enticingly new machine.

“Oh of course, you wouldn’t have used one of these before. Silly. It’s a, um. Pigeon shooter. For the –“ he clicked his fingers. “Pigeons. Clay pigeons. You know.”

Skye’s eyes widened. It had been a long-time, probably superhero-related fantasy of hers to use one of those.

“Now obviously it’d be better to do this outside,” Fitz explained, his voice becoming louder as he struggled to hear himself through his hearing protection from the shooting range next door. “But since we can’t right now, this’ll have to do. See if you can focus enough to break the pigeons without bringing the roof down on us.”

“Loving the confidence here.”

“Hey, I’m still in the room, aren’t I?”

Fitz a pair of safety goggles and gave her the thumbs-up. She steadied herself in a loose braced position. Was this going to be anything like firing a gun? Or more like exploding those glasses? Or would it be different altogether?

The first clay fired, and Fitz yelped as Skye sent a blast ricocheting around the room. Fortunately, it settled before it could do too much damage.

“Sorry!” she squeaked. But the fallen clay gave her an idea. She walked over and picked it up, studying its resonance on the way back to her standing position. If she could somehow attune herself to it, like she had to the rock, maybe she could concentrate her powers.

“Ready?” Fitz called. They counted down in unison, and the second one fired.

Instinctively, like drawing a weapon in an Old Western duel, Skye flicked her hand up and pointed her fingers at the clay. The sound of it, the density, the resonance flickered through her and out her fingers, sailed through the air and shattered it. A tiny explosion later, clay-sand rained down on the Court.

Fitz let out a loud, wordless cheer behind her, and Skye felt her spirits immediately lift.

“Okay, go again!”

bat emoji review

a serious boy, he’s out sniffing for buggies. a hard worker and overall alright 

theyre coming right for you! looks scary but actually wants to give you a hug. please let them hug you or they will be the one needing a hug

artsy kiddo!! very creative, will help you with anything you need, be careful tho because he’s a little sneaky

now you may not know but this isnt actually a bat! instead this is a little chocolate treat! a gift for you from all the bats

a very small and sweet bat!! she wants to be your friend very badly! she’s a little clumsy but her heart is very big!!!! i love her

seems cold and scary but is actually just shy! they stare at you from across the room not because they hate you but because they think ur too cool!


look at this mischievous dude!!!! what a fun guy!!!! will make you laugh when ur feeling down he just wants to have fun all day

oh my gosh…. look at them…. very soft…. fashionable…. an idol….. too good

Overall these bats are all: 10/10


Boom!Cafe Au ! Where Amy opens up her dream Cafe with the help of her friends, assisting around the place! ( 6//v//6) A borrowed au from soaspersonal on Twitter!

A Favor Returned

Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?

summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

rating: k for kissing ;)

also on: ff.net and ao3

Like every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Like every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before midnight!”

Like every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese, shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”

Emma Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend – or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it so eloquently.

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Hey so I deleted because I was gonna die but I remade! Which means I lost all my followers and stuff! And I’m also in a really bad spot rn so I’ll talk about it a little:

I spent over $200 on a 4 day trip to Pennsylvania save my friend, a trans girl, from a dead-end life and give her a better shot at making something bigger than she could manage in some farm town living with a horrible “adoptive” family.

So basically I’ve got like $15 to my name and we’re really eking it out over here esp as far as jobs go… And I’d really appreciate help! My PayPal is-


-and I really need donations to pay for my phone/fix my truck (or else I won’t be able to get a brake tag)/pay car insurance. I’m pretty okay with starving atm I’m just worried about that stuff

Alec sighed. “Sorry to wreck your vision of our happy family. I know you want to think Dad’s fine with me being gay, but he’s not.”

“But if you don’t tell me when people say things like that to you, or do things to hurt you, then how can I help you?” Simon could feel Isabelle’s agitation vibrating through her body. “How can I—”

“Iz,” Alec said tiredly. “It’s not like it’s one big bad thing. It’s a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I’d call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m young or if it’s because of something else. I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up. Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now.” He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec’s. “It’s not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It’s a million little paper cuts every day.”

—  Probably one of the realest descriptions I’ve ever read of homophobia from Cassandra Clare’s City of Lost Souls
All I Wanted; C.H. 10

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9

A/N; Sex, sweet sweet sex.

“Y/n, you have to come help man. We’ll never get this done with just the two of us. My parents are coming home earlier, like this night earlier. We’re so screwed. Call me back asap!” Meredith her frantic voice chimes through my ear, my voice mail filled up with calls from my best friend while I was napping the day away. I decide to not call her back, but just head over and help her out – she would do the same thing for me anyway.

I do take my sweet time getting there though. It’s been quite some time since the Halloween party, which was a little over a week ago. My mind has been with Calum and the kiss we had shared ever since, guilt sometimes sneaking in when Meredith popped in my mind. I hadn’t heard or seen Calum since then, and I didn’t know how he would respond. But somehow, when my mind always tried to find the positive and happy things, it would turn out in the completely different direction. And which would mean in this case, that he’d be a complete dick and I would have been played. And that’s a real possibility and a harsh reality check.

I drag my ass up the driveway of the Hood residence, making a left turn to the back door. I hear music loudly blasting from the living room window as I pass it. I can hear the distinct sound a vacuum cleaner as well and I’m sure I’ll get a mop and a bucket in my hand as soon as I enter.

When I do though, I see Michael wiping the kitchen counter but he stops in his tracks when he hears the door squeak. “Oh, you’ve made a horrible decision, Y/n.”
Before I can ask him what he even means by those words, Meredith appears in the kitchen and her eyes widen when she spots me, frozen in my spot in the open doorway.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here. Couldn’t you answer your phone? The whole house is a mess. Would you please clean the hallway because I think there are some beer stains from the Halloween party.” I refrain from rolling my eyes as I nod my head, taking the tiny rag from her hands and disappearing into the hallway, picking up the bucket as I pass it.

“Wow, I don’t even get a hello.” I groan to myself and I hear the deep chuckle of Calum, so my head shoots up to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest. “Hello, Y/n.”
“Not from you, ass hole.” I laugh and throw my rag in his direction, his eyes sparkling as he lets out a laugh of his own. “Thanks for coming to help, we can use the extra hand.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. But can I have that back?” I giggle as I point to the rag dangling from Calum’s crossed arms, him reciprocating by throwing it back in my direction. I see Calum’s eyes glide over me as he seductively licks his lips, before disappearing back into the living room.

I finished the hallway, Calum has finished the living room and Meredith and Michael are fixing the last bits of the kitchen, the last plates going in the dish washer. “So, was that all?” I wipe the droplet of sweat from my brow as I drop the rag on the kitchen table, dropping onto one of the chairs.
“No, the upper floor isn’t even done.” Michael laughs loudly and I groan hoarsely, dropping my head in my hands as I feel the muscles in my neck strain.

All of us are standing around in the kitchen – well I’m sitting but still –  when “Michael and I are going out for dinner. Calum, you can clean the rest of the upper floor by yourself.” Meredith suddenly speaks up and all of us stop our motions to stare at her while she has this sudden outburst. “Why the fuck would you leave me alone? I wasn’t even home half the time this is your fucking mess!” Calum’s loud voice booms through the kitchen and I flinch just a split second. Sometimes, and most of the times it’s directed towards Meredith, I can see his aggression seep through.

“Calum, don’t be such a bitch. You’ve been in bed until a fucking hour ago, you can do the upper floor!” Meredith growls agitated as she grasps Michael by his hand and pulls him to the back door. “Ah, Y/n? You coming?” She abruptly stops, as if she even forgot I was here in the first place, and leaves Michael’s hand dangling next to his lanky frame. Calum sighs loudly but he seems to have given up already. Michael shoots both of us an apologetic grin because he knows his girlfriend is being unreasonable.

“I have to collect my stuff in your room, you guys go out I’ll let myself out in a minute.” I smile, waving at Meredith as I disappear from her sight into the hallway. When I hear the door slam closed, I turn around, one foot in the stairs and my back leaning against the banister, eyebrow cocked in Calum’s direction. “Come on, I’ll help you, you’ll be done in no time.”

His eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning before he flies in my direction and his large arms envelope me in a tight hug. “You are the most amazing person ever.” I breathe in his cologne, a shiver running down my spine as I let my hands slowly rest on his shoulders. “I know.”

I skip up the stairs, Calum behind me. I think I’m not fast enough because I feel his fingertips dig into my sides and I squeal before abruptly turning around and playfully glaring at Calum who is grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t do that!”
His grin grows even brighter and he lifts his arms again to tickle me again and I shriek before darting up the stairs as fast as I can.

I make the first turn I can and end up in Calum’s own bedroom, my eyes widening at the atomic bomb that seemed to have went off here since the last time I’d been in here.

“I’m not helping you clean your room, you know. You’re a filthy pig.” I laugh as I let my gaze wander over all the dirty clothes scattered across his room, various articles laying around where they clearly shouldn’t be, his bed like a mountain of sheets and pillows – it hadn’t been made since his parents left.

I feel another shiver run along my spine when I sense his close proximity but I don’t move. I feel my heartbeat speed up, my breathing becoming shallower as his fingertips glide along my exposed arm, creating goose bumps in their wake. It feels like all my senses are on fire and the main reason isn’t alcohol for once. His breath is hot against the shell of ear, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You seem tense Y/n.” Calum whispers, his hands now ghosting over my sides, his flat hands resting against my abdomen. A humourless laugh leaves my lips. “Wouldn’t you be?” I let my head rest on Calum’s shoulder, letting my eyes drift closed as I enjoy his close proximity.

“Is just let it happen.” His voice is low, seductive. His lips trail over the sensitive skin of my neck, a breathless sigh leaving my lips. I can’t hold myself back any longer and turn in his embrace, my hands rapidly trailing from his chest to his neck, thumbs brushing over his sharp jawline.

Our lips connect and the first moment it’s soft, loving and a little bit apprehensive. Soon his arms wind around my waist, pulling me impeccably closer to his large frame, deepening his kiss. One of my hands trails up to course through his thick, curly hair. It seems to trigger something in Calum because before I know it, I’m pressed against the wall, his hands roaming over my ass as he pushes me off of the floor with just his body against mine.

I throw my leg over his hip, his tight jeans pressing against my core as our kiss heats up. A low moan leaves my lips, my back arching off of the wall to be closer to Calum. He seems to sense my needs and both of his hands cup my bum and he lifts me off of the floor with the greatest ease.

Our kisses get more heated as he carries me across his room to his unmade, messy bed. I’m gently put down, bouncing a little off of the mattress as Calum raises to his feet again. His gaze wanders over my body as he licks his lips. “Come on.” I stop him from saying anything, reaching my hand out for him. He happily obliges and lets his hand slip in mine before he crawls on to the bed, hovering over my much smaller frame.

His lips ghost over my collarbone, one of his hands cupping my bum while the other slowly trails along my waist. My heartbeat quickens rapidly, my breathing shallow as Calum sets my senses on fire. Every inch of my skin tingles as his hands trail up towards my neck, cupping my head in his large hands.

Calum groans as his gaze flicks from my widened eyes to my lips. I’m rather impatient and I raise my head to lock my lips with his. A loud moan leaves my lips as my back arches off of the mattress, pressing Calum and I’s bodies impossibly close together.

It causes Calum to bite my lip roughly, his nails digging into the tender flesh of my skin. My hands wander nervously over his exposed back before ending on his bum. I roughly press down, his erection grinding against my dampened core. “Calum I-” I moan softly, my hips involuntarily grinding against Calum’s erection for just the littlest bit of friction.

“Moan my name, Y/n.” Calum groans as he rips my shirt off of my head, fingers immediately fumbling with the clasp of my bra before it goes flying across his bedroom. “Calum please.” I breathe, my pointer finger dipping in the waistband of his sweat pants, slowly dragging them off of his hips.

Calum rids himself of his clothing, leaving him completely bare in front of me. He rests on his knees at the end of the bed. His gaze is so lust filled, as if he can’t wait a second longer and it makes me squirm in my seat on the mattress.

I flinch when his cold fingertips drag my jeans and knickers down my legs. When he crawls back over my body, his hands cup my breasts roughly, drawing another loud moan from my parted lips.

I’m not in the mood for fore play, our teasing throughout the last days, maybe even weeks having to have riled me up enough to tear his clothes off of his broad frame. Our hands are wandering, our teeth clashing as our cores melt together. My back is arching off of the mattress, pressing my breasts against Calum’s hot, flushed skin.

I think Calum realizes that I’m not in the mood for more teasing as he presses himself flush against me, his erection prodding at my entrance. Our lips leave one another for a split second and his eyes lazily open, a look I can’t decipher thrown my way before he pushes into me.

A low whine leaves my parted lips, my nails digging into Calum’s biceps as he slowly starts to move his hips to find a rhythm comfortable for the both of us. Soon, strings of swear words and breathless moans start to tumble past my lips. Calum’s pace picks up, his face hidden in the crook of my neck as his breath heats up my skin.

My whole body tingles as I feel Calum’s teeth sink into my skin, my hands gripping the first things I can reach for leverage. Calum laughs against my skin before granting the now sore spot with a soothing kiss, pushing himself up on his arms to he could gaze down at me.

“’M close.” I hum in response, nodding my head, indicating him I indeed was also at the brink of euphoria. Calum shifts his body weight, one of his hands disappearing between my legs to stimulate my clitoris. He knocks the wind out of my lungs, my eyes drifting closed as I feel pleasure shoot through my spine.

“Calum, I –“ I can’t even finish my sentence as I feel my orgasm hit, me being a moaning mess underneath Calum who keeps up his pace to let me ride out my orgasm. As I feel his hips stutter, I know he isn’t far behind either. I’m sore, extremely sensitive as Calum’s movements still, a whimper leaving his lips as he squeezes his eyes closed.

When he reopens his eyes, he lifts his hand up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes over my cheek bone as he lazily smiles at me, his arm still shaking from holding himself up. After, he drops down next to me with a loud groan, his arm thrown over his closed eyes. “Shit, I feel – I don’t know.” I laugh loudly as Calum speaks, his chest still heaving as he stumbles over his words. I kiss his shoulder briefly before sprawling myself out on his sheets, a chill running over my body as my sweat starts to evaporate.

Calum groans as he flips himself over, pressing his face into the mattress. I chuckle as I raise my hand to draw lazy circles on his bare back for a while, before my stomach grumbles and demands my attention. As I stop my motions, Calum lets out a whine of protest as he lifts his head off of his pillow to grant me with a glare.

“Now you can go search my bra and I’ll make us some dinner.” I laugh as I pat Calum’s bare ass as I crawl off of his bed and grasp one of his shirts off of the floor. I stop in the doorway to wink in his direction and see him scramble off of the bed and to the general direction he had thrown my lingerie an hour prior.

Let me know what  you think! xox

More of my shit RvB Headcanons

• Nobody in the group (Blood Gulch and Wash) has ever heard Carolina swear (she does ONCE in season 10 but nobody hears it). One day she’s helping in the armory and stubs her toe and a single sharp “fuck!” Bursts from her mouth. The entire room freezes. Donut starts to have a panic attack. Simmons definitely didn’t pee a little. Grif is dazed. Wash is stricken but has to help Caboose stop crying.
• When Caboose was a lil baby boy he wore overalls every day. He loved those things. His mother tried to put him in a nice outfit for their family portraits but he refused and wore the overalls.
• Caboose’s Grandma was his best friend growing up. They’d make cookies together and watch old movies and cool shows with dinosaurs and she made him sweaters and mittens and little beanies. He didn’t speak for nearly three months after she passed away.
• Tucker joined up after his fiancée was killed by a Covenant bombing run.
• Simmons is amazing at math and science and spelling but when asked to analyze literature in school he flopped.
• Grif used to do open mic poetry.
• Grif used to have a lot of piercings but had to ditch them when he joined the army. He was your classic 2007 emo.
• Donut sings Sinatra songs when he’s in the shower because “who doesn’t love classical music?”
• Carolina was a dancer throughout her childhood. She did ballet, jazz, contemporary, modern, lyrical, you name it. She felt it helped her fight more smoothly.
• She was giving York lessons in secret. His favorite was Lindy Hop swing and they’d spend hours just wheeling and whirling in the training room and in the red room.
• Sarge didn’t run out on Boomstick and his mom. He got drafted and redeployed but couldn’t bear to put his wife through it, so he just left. “Don’t say goodbye.”
• Caboose has nightmares a lot. They’re a little cartoonish when he explains them, but when Church is inside his head for one for the first time, he is terrified by the 50-foot-tall Tex that threatens to crush him.
• Carolina does, too. About everything. Project Freelancer, the Meta, Tex, even Chorus. She sits up in bed, sweating, and immediately pulls on her sneakers and goes for a run around the camp. Wash had Kimball give the watch guards orders not to disturb her.
• Wash doesn’t sleep more than 5 hours a night. Once he slept for 20 hours straight and was throwing up. Sleeping too much makes him physically ill.
• Wash drank a 5 Hour Energy for a bet and ended up in the hospital. Dr. Grey had to sedate him to slow his heart rate.
• Simmons’ cyborg parts shorted out when the EMP went off. It took Sarge a week to get him back to 100%.
• Doyle lost his daughter and wife to the war. That’s why he hates fighting and never wanted to be a general. He just wanted closure.
• Kimball lost her husband. She was pregnant, but lost the baby.
• Felix was almost always flirting with the volleyball player on Simmons’ squad.
• Simmons does not like being called Dick. He’s always afraid Donut will hear.
• Grif took Kai to her senior Prom after her boyfriend dumped her the day of. He also beat the crap out of him.
• Wash keeps a photo of the Reds and Blues and Carolina inside his armor.
• Carolina has a photo with York. In it, she’s in a simple white bathing suit and he’s in deep red shorts, a lifeguard tube under his arm. They are laughing, and her face is nestled under his. That was their third real date. He kissed her shortly after.
• After Church deconstructs himself, Carolina was depressed. She wouldn’t eat or sleep or drink. She’d just sit in her quarters in a stupor. All of the Reds and Blues and Wash and the Chorus squad tried to help but she’d just lock the door. One day Caboose came by to drop off a piece of a PFL tech for her and asked her why she was sad. She told him. He patted her hand and said “it’s ok to be sad. I am sad, too. But it’s not so bad. Tucker and Washington and the Reds are sad with me. Sometimes when you share the sad it gets lighter. We are all sad. But if we are sad together then we can make the sad less heavy. I don’t think church would want us to be sad. He would want us to think about his good stuff. Like his leading and being best fiends with me. You can be sad with us, if you want. You don’t have to be sad alone.”

A few days later, she took him up on that offer.

Your own fault

Request: Hi ! I love your writing! Could you plesee write a smut about shawn nonstop teasing the reader at home like touching her leg, grinding and doing stuff that turns her on

Word count: 2069

Shawn had arrived home late, just after calling me that he would head over to Camila’s after the afterparty with some friends for a little hour. Normally i wasn’t the jealous type. But when i comes to her, all my senses get alarmed. Its also not that i dont trust Shawn, I’ve never trusted someone more. But i couldn’t help but fight the bad feeling i had in my stomach when i went to sleep last night. 

In the middle of the night i got woken up by shawn drunkenly stumbling into the bedroom, sitting on the bed. Slowly stroking the hair away from my forehead. I sat up looking at him, he had smiled and leaned in for a kiss. He tasted like vodka and mint. His lips pressing against mine hard as his hand tangled into my hair. His breathing was heavy, and just by the sound and the feeling of his exhale on my lips i knew that he was needy. He parted my lips with his tongue slowly laying me down. My eyes opened, looking at the clock next to the bed. 4.42am. 

I pushed a hand in between us as i slowly pressed it against his strong chest, breaking the kiss. “What” he exclaimed, looking offended. Clearly the drunken self speaking. “Shawn, it’s late, lets go to bed,” his mouth opened a bit before standing up, “what the hell,” he spoke. Deep down his words hurt, even though i knew he was drunk and just needed some. But i was tired, and not in the mood of just pleasuring him after coming three hours late home. Not that he wasn’t allowed to go out as long as he wanted. He was. It was just the fact, that he chose her over me. “Fine,” he spoke in disbelief as he walked off into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and sighed as i looked after his silhouette. 

The sun was shining through the fogged up window, the outsides looking damp and foggy making me feel like in a different world. The first rays of sunshine of the day were hitting my skin gently as i walked over to the coffee machine. My fingers hitting the known buttons and putting a cup under it. I sighed as i leaned my head against the fridge. I felt restless and tired, even though my sleep had been heavier as ever before. Shawn was still sleeping, probably sleeping out the hangover he was supposed to have when he woke up.

My hands traced the cold marble of the table i was leaning against. My chest feeling heavy. I took the mug as the machine had filled it to the top. I closed my eyes as i walked towards the balcony. Standing in front of the glass door for a while before opening it and grabbing a blanket from the stool nearby. 

The air was cold and fresh against my tired eyes. I slowly sat down on the couch as i breathed in the still silent and heavy air. Closing my eyes, as i distant sound of footsteps caught my attention. I turned my head, and staring through my own reflection of the glass door i could see shawn tapping slowly around the kitchen. I smiled gently, watching his tall figure without ease gripping mug and filling it with water. He leaned against the counter just as i had done a few minutes ago. I couldnt help but stare at him. Even after a long night he was still the most effortless beautiful human being. 

And as if he could feel my gaze on him, his head turned towards me before making his way over to the doors. His hands gripping the handle lightly before pushing the door open. His bare feet were walking across the cold stones of the balcony before he sat next to me. His eyes wandering about my figure. Sitting outside in nothing else but a knitted sweater. His hands slowly resting on my naked thigh. 

“Been sleeping well?” he spoke, a undertone which i couldnt quite identify in his voice. 

“Could have been better,” i admitted, “what about you?” 

His dark eyes roaming my face as he smirked, his thumb caressing my skin, making it feel sore under his touch. 

“Could have been better,” he spoke. Repeating my exact words, his hand running up my thigh. His fingertips grazing my skin softly and tenderly. He grabbed on my skin as it made red spots appear. I sighed at his touch. He leaned in closer as his lips touched my neck slowly. I leaned my head back against the wall, his mouth sucking bruises into my skin as i sighed. His hands massaging my inner thigh. My lips trembling as his wet lips moved up to my ear. Teeth slowly nibbling gone my earlobe. He breathed out, his hot breath hitting my neck. His hand moving up my thigh, slowly scratching over the lace thong i was wearing. “You’re so fucking hot,” he spoke. 

A small moan escaped my parted lips as my eyes were closed. Feeling pure pleasure by such a little touch from him was overwhelming. And just as fast all of that had happened he drew his hand away and grabbed his coffee. I smirk painted all over his face. I blinked a few times before staring at him. His muscles clenching as he tried to hide the smile which was playing on his lips. I grabbed my coffee as he stood up. 

I pressed my legs together as i watched him. My hand resting on the red marks he had left on my thigh, “I’m heading to the studio,” he spoke, my hands grazing the skin slowly closing my eyes, “and y/n,” i looked up at him, he smiled as he added “don’t you dare touch yourself before i get hime again,” 

I looked after him as he went into the bedroom. “Fuck,” i whispered as i closed my eyes. My skin burning. My feet hitting the cold ground before going into the apartment. He came out of the bedroom as i closed the door behind me. He was dressed in a tighsitting long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, even though it was such a normal look, he looked gorgeous. He walked towards me as he slowly grabbed my chin. His lips crashing onto mine hungrily. His hand roaming my body.

I pressed myself closer to him, trying to get more of him. His teeth scraping my bottom lip as he sucked on it lightly. “Until later babe,” he spoke. Letting me stand there, eager for more. Eager for more of him

The day passed on slowly. So slowly i felt like the seconds on a minute had doubled. All i could think of was Shawn, and how badly i needed him. And just as his words replayed in my head: dont touch yourself. Even though that thought hadn’t occurred to me before he had spoken them, it seamed harder than anything else. So i had to occupy my mind with something else while waiting for him to return. 

Hour after hour passed, as i right now was standing at the stove, warming up some broccoli and chicken. Fumbling with keys at the door could be heard, which caught my full attention. Finally the door opened and shawns tall figure came into the room. “Hi baby,” he spoke as he walked up behind me. The cold from the night radiating off him, making me feel like burning. 

He pressed a hard kiss to my temple before taking off his jacket. I breathed in hardly before returning my eyes to the boiling water. Suddenly a big hand grabbed my waist hard. “Shawn,” i muttered before focusing on his touch. His thumbs massaging my sides. His tall figure standing behind me. He pressed himself closer to me. My bum pressing against his crotch. 

I leaned my head back trying to find his gaze. But his hand grabbed my hair as he pushed himself closer to me. I pressed myself against him, his hips slowly moving into mine. His lips attacking my neck. 

“Shawn you can’t just do this,” i whispered as his grip on my waist got rougher. 

“Do what,” he whispered, as i closed my eyes sighing. 

He pressed his hips closer to mine, “this?” he spoke, his hand gliding down my cheek, over my lip, down my breasts and my stomach, “or this,” he whispered as his hot breath hit my ear. His fingers trailing over my jeans, down to my center, “or this,” his hand wandering up to my neck, caressing it as he pressed himself closer, 

“All of it,” i whispered, my voice cracking as he sucked hardly on my neck before pulling away from me. 

He chuckled as he drew away from me once again. Making my cheeks flush, anger rising in me. Why was he playing me like that. I took the dishes and put the food on the plates before silently walking over to the table. Shawn sat opposite me. I stared at him. Not actually knowing what today had been about. “Shawn,” i began as i played wit the broccoli on  my plate. 

“What love,” he spoke as his foot caressed mine under the table. 

“What’s up with you today,” i spoke, my eyebrows furrowing looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders smiling.

“What would be up?” he spoke, his eyes staring into mine. They twinkled with amusement, which made the heat rise to my cheeks even more. 

“It’s just -” my sentence stopped as my breath hitched in my throat. His feet slightly dragging over my legs, and i had enough. I slammed down my fork and looked at him. He looked back in shock not knowing what was happening. In one swift motion i was at his chair, pushing him back hard. “Babe-” he spoke, but before he could continue i slammed my lips on his. 

Enough was enough. My legs going on each side of his legs. HIs hands grabbing my hair roughly. I grinded my hips into his as i pressed myself closer to him. I needed him. He smiled into the kiss, as i parted his lips with my tongue. My hands roaming his broad shoulders, grabbing his hair by the roots and pulling hard on them. Leaving his mouth agape. 

“Finally,” he spoke as i broke the kiss to attach my lips to his neck. Planing soft and wet kisses down his neck vein. His hand digging into my scalp, the other one moving my hips against his. I sucked hard on the soft skin just in the crook of his neck, making him whimper under me. Now i was the one smiling. My hips moving harder against him each and every second, the friction between our jeans turning me on further. 

“Fuck,” he whispered as my hands grabbed his arms hard, my nails digging into his skin. My mouth working on his neck, leaving red and purple marks, marking him as mine. “Maybe you should show Camila this, next time you are around hers,” it slipped out of my mouth as i but down on his shoulder. He moaned, suddenly sounding all tender. 

His hand slowly grabbed my chin. “So this is what this is about,” he spoke, sounding almost angry. “What Shawn?” i spoke. “You are jealous,” i looked at him, thinking if i should admit it or just play it cool, 

“do i have a reason to be?” i spoke our eyes burning into each other. In one swift motion his hands were around me and he stood up, carrying my weight. Slamming my back into the nearest wall. I moaned out in pain. 

“Would i ever do this to Camila,” he spoke as he kissed me hardly, pressing his body closer - if even possible - to mine my shoulders pressing hard against the cold wall. 

“I dont know would you,” i spoke back, knowing it would set him off. His eyes were lightning. His lips slammed against mine as his tongue fought against mine. His hands slipping in between our bodies as he rubbed me over the jeans, leaving me in moans. 

“You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, and its going to be your own fault,” he whispered against my neck as he slowly bit down on my shoulder, before pressing his hips against mine. 


A/N i never make these as you know, but i’m kinda out of inspiration but wanted to give you some content. So thats why this is actually so shitty. Maybe ill make a part 2, i dont know yet. 
Yeah, if you would leave some feed back for me in my inbox it would mean a lot to me. You guys are the best xxxx

Air (James Potter x Reader)

Request: Yes

Warnings: Deep feelings?


Part 2

Y/N sighed softly as she slowly escaped from between her sheets. With a dejected breath and half closed eyes, she made her way to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit” she murmured when she glanced at the blurred reflection in the mirror.

Her face was paler than normal and under her eyes appeared dark bags.

Well then, shower it is. It doesn’t matter if I’ll be a little late on breakfast anyway…

Y/N entered the Great Hall running, as usual, and hurried to where her friends were sitting.

“A little early, are we, Y/N?” Y/F/N smirked, looking up from her plate.

“Oh shut up. It’s like you can recognise my footsteps” she said in an annoyed tone, throwing her legs over the bench to properly face her friends.

Y/F/N couldn’t help but snicker, knowing how irritated Y/N could get by this subject.

“I just took a shower. A very-needed shower, I might add”

“I won’t fight with you on that. Good grief, she looked like a tired ghost” one of her roommates added.

“A tired ghost?” Y/N raised a single eyebrow at her friend’s description.

“Yeah, you know. That kind of ghost which looks like it spent all its life working and then died to finally go to bed”

Her friends began laughing loudly, but Y/N only grimaced.

“You’re always going to pick on my thirst for knowledge, aren’t you?”

“You name it ‘thirst for knowledge’, I name it ‘workaholic’”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but smiled a little.

They really are hopeless, aren’t they?

“What’s up with the hurry?” Y/F/N asked.

Once Y/N and her friends reached the hallway, they saw a multitude of students gathered at the entrance.

“Aren’t we supposed to head to Charms?” Y/N murmured, glancing at her schedule again.

“We are. But these are the Gryffindors. We’re having our class with them”

Y/N raised her eyes from the paper to peer at the crowd. Yes, certainly the Gryffindors. But what the hell are they doing here?

“Well, they certainly have a reason for being here. I guess it won’t hurt if we just ask them” she quipped, already making her way to the other students.

Y/F/N followed close behind her as they approached one group of Gryffindors.

“Excuse me” Y/N cleared her throat, asking for their attention. “Do you know by any chance if Professor Flitwick told us to wait for him here?”

Four people turned around and Y/N could make out the figures of four boys.

Oh, no… Y/N mentally slapped herself for being so stupid. The ones standing in front of her were none others than the Marauders.

“Well, well. How can we help you, ladies?” the long, dark haired boy spoke, flashing the two girls a rather dashing smile.

Y/N just rolled her eyes. Of course. Sirius Black, notorious flirt.

“Do you know if we must wait for Professor Flitwick here, or not?” she asked again, deciding she wanted to make this conversation as short as possible.

“And what do I get if I tell you?” Sirius smirked, then winked at her friend.

Y/N couldn’t help but groan and shake her head disapprovingly when she heard Y/F/N giggle.

“Come on, Padfoot. Don’t be a jerk. Give the lady what she wants” another boy interfered.

Y/N stole a quick glance at him. He was grinning too, but the suggestive tone James Potter used made Y/N’s cheeks heat up. She couldn’t help but observe his lean body, how the black mess he called hair would fall over his eyes, or how he’d randomly stare at her when they were in the Great Hall, or during classes.

Y/N quickly turned her eyes away, feeling that his gaze was already boring holes into her head and tried to settle down the heat in her cheeks.

Y/F/N snickered rather audibly from behind her, while staring at James.

“What?” the boy said, noticing her eyes glued on him. “Do I have something on my face?”

Y/N snapped her head towards them, understanding immediately what was happening and shot Y/F/N a death glare.

“No, there’s nothing on your face” she responded calmly. “Now, if you would-”

“Professor Flitwick is coming” a sandy haired boy interjected.

Y/N took a second to look at him, before turning around, to face the professor. Remus. She would often spend time with him in the library, discussing a good book, doing homework, or just reading next to each other. He seemed the only normal one from that group, honestly.

“Children,” Flitwick addressed them cheerfully “I know this is a bit unexpected, but today we’ll have our class outside, as the spell you’ll learn today requires quite some space.”

Without any further explanation, professor Flitwick began walking towards the entrance and the group of students followed close behind.

Once they reached the Black Lake, the professor stopped and turned to face the students.

“Today, we’ll talk about a rather difficult spell to master, more exactly, a teleportation spell. Come on, find a pair and get your wands out”

After a few minutes of fussing, the group fell into silence once again.

“Good. Now, hold your wands like this and chant ‘Hominem liquescit’. You need to have a place for the object, or person you want to use this spell on to teleport to very clearly contoured in your mind. Be careful when using this spell though. It requires attention and, when used the wrong way, it may damage the person you use it onto. Off you go”

Y/N turned back towards her friend and raised her wand, once Flitwick turned his back at them.

“You’ll let me go first, won’t you?” she asked Y/F/N.

After receiving a small nod, Y/N closed her eyes, focusing her entire attention on the spell. The words kept echoing in her head and she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips.

“Hominem liquescit” she murmured and felt how a thin stride of magic erupted from the tip of her wand.

Y/N tightened the grip on her wand, while repeating the spot Y/F/N should be transported to over and over in her mind. With a rather powerful effort of her energy and a light pop, her arm fell back into its place.

The next thing she knew when she opened her eyes was that her friend was standing in a completely different spot from before, with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, look over there, you all! Miss Y/L/N made it!” Y/N heard professor Flitwick remark and then the round of applause and cheering which followed.

She smiled ever so slightly and turned towards the others. Her gaze slowly moved across the crowd, before her eyes came to a sudden stop.

Her eyes met with his. She froze and felt her heart constrict painfully, although she wasn’t entirely sure why. One thing was clear, though. The boy could easily make her heart race. And while different, brand new emotions began lurking inside her body, her knees seemed to melt. While James’ lips turned upwards, Y/N couldn’t help but grimace.

Why is this happening to me?

She internally sighed and dropped her head in one of her hands, still not being able to look away from James.

“Watch it!” someone yelled.

The sound startled Y/N, who tore away her eyes from James’ and whipped her head towards the voice.

It seemed that, in her distraction, Y/N didn’t notice the other students which began working on the spell once again, nor did she notice the spell which was aiming directly at her.

Her eyes widened and, with a strangled gasp, the spell hit her with full force, sending her body tumbling down.

But before she could reach the ground, her body melted with the air, leaving behind an empty spot and a heavy silence.  

Startled gasps echoed across the crowd of students. Professor Flitwick’s shock washed away with a quick shake of his head and he took hold of the situation, yelling over to the teenagers.

“Go look for her! Don’t just stay there like statues” he commanded, then started looking for the girl himself.

But as a piercing scream echoed from the sky, they all stopped their fussing and glanced above them.

Their eyes widened at the sight of Y/N, falling freely from the sky.

“No!” Y/F/N screamed. “She’s going to fall into the lake!”

Everybody’s eyes turned to the trembling girl.

“She doesn’t know how to swim” she whispered almost painfully.

But before the words began sinking in, Y/N’s body hit the water with a loud splash, sending waves all over the water surface and shivers down her classmate’s spines.

Y/N felt the impact with the water and then, the coldness which embraced her body, biting at her skin.

She desperately tried to remain at the surface, but her frantic movements were worthless.

Quickly, the little oxygen from her lungs fade away, being replaced by a burning feeling. Y/N wasn’t sure how, but she could swear that, even under water, she felt her lungs burn. Her whole body began aching with a desperate need for air and her brain felt foggy.

As the water surface was slowly dying into the distance, taking the light with it, Y/N finally let her body fall into the dark abyss.

But as a dark shadow blocked her already blurred view and a strong arm twirled around her waist, her eyes slowly came to a close.

Pain. All she felt was pain. Pain and a terrible headache.

While her brain seemed to come to his senses again, her body refused to even twitch. Her legs and arms felt heavy and her chest was hurting. Every breath she took resulted in a stinging feeling in her lungs.

Although it was bearable, Y/N couldn’t help but groan as a deep breath made her feel like her chest could explode at any moment.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be glued together. But as a shadow blocked the light she could acknowledge even through her closed lids, her eyes flew open with a desperate effort.

The bright light in the room blinded Y/N for just a moment, before a hospital room began contouring.

The Hospital wing? But what am I doing- she wondered, but stopped herself short.

All the memories from the incident floated back into her brain with a striking rapidity, which made her headache intensify. The Charms class. How she mastered the charm. The look she exchanged with James and then… the spell which hit her. She remembered her fall, the impact, the burning feeling which strangled her lungs… And that arm. That shadow.

That’s right. Someone saved me!

She gasped audibly as the thoughts finally clicked.

“Glad to know you’re awake” a deep voice rag from beside her.

Y/N flinched and quickly turned her head, a movement which resulted in a deep pain into her sore neck muscles.

James sat next to her bed, his black hair messy as always and his warm eyes focused on her face. He smiled at her confused expression.

“Did I scare you?” he asked quietly.

“N-no. It’s just… you’ve startled me. This is a bit unexpected. You are a bit unexpected”

“Me?” James cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah… I mean, you being here is a bit unexpected…”

James silently shook his head, which confused Y/N even further.

“So… why are you here?”

“Well, I thought you’d figure by now. My hair is not wet for no reason” he smiled softly at her.

Y/N glanced at his hair and was quite shocked to discover that he was right. At times, lonely droplets of water would stream down his neck and onto his t shirt, making him appear-

No! You won’t finish that thought. Stay collected, stay collected…        

The thought clicked and all the colour from Y/N’s face drained.

So that was his arm around her waist. So that was his warmth which she could feel even if she was surrounded by coldness. So… that was him who saved her.

Only thinking about that, Y/N could swear she felt the tingling sensation again on her middle. Or maybe… that was her heart?

She gulped and lowered her eyes to meet with his.

“Why?” was the only coherent question she could manage.

And now that she thought about it, it doesn’t seem so coherent anymore.

James smiled once again and moved so that he was now standing on Y/N’s bed. He gently took her hand in his and stroked her skin with his thumb.

His action sent shivers down her spine, but she managed to somehow remain collected. For now, at least.

“Because I wanted to” he spoke to her hand.

“B-but… why? I mean, you didn’t have to-”

Y/N stopped herself short as James’ other hand came in contact with her warm cheek. Her lips remained parted as she froze. His gentle stroke made her heart twist and twirl. A very heavy feeling rose in her stomach. His fingers trailed her jaw and rested just below her lips, holding her chin in place.

Damn you…

Every place his fingers touched would tingle, preventing Y/N from any coherent thinking. 

Her eyes went wide as James’ face grew closer to hers than she initially expected.

“Why, you ask?” he muttered, staring into her Y/E/C eyes.

She merely nodded, but doubted he really needed her confirmation.

“Because I care about you”

His eyes lowered to glance at her lips and she felt like her already racing heart was about to burst out of her chest. He let out a small breath which tingled her skin and made goose bumps appear all over her body.

“And I couldn’t forgive myself if- if something happened to you” James continued, as he started leaning in.

Y/N’s brain and heart screamed at the same time. Unfortunately, for totally different reasons.

Her brain was full of unanswered questions and uncertainties. She felt like a storm decided to have fun inside her head and messed it up even more than it already was. Her confused thoughts mixed up together, making her head feel rather heavy and foggy.

On the other hand, her heart seemed to melt from the fire Potter lit inside of her. The warmth which captured her heart began spreading all over her body, making her cheeks burn.

He seems so harsh and cocky all the time, but he has always been nice and careful with me. And his touch… it’s like a drug… so gentle.

Just as Y/N was about to give in and listen to her heart, James suddenly pulled away, breathing hard.

He looked scared, with his hair messier than usual and his eyes wild, as he stared back at Y/N. He quickly trailed his hand over his hair, trying to calm some of his nerves.

“I- I’m sorry” he muttered, before standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

Y/N stood there frozen, watching him leave. She couldn’t quite make out what just happened, but as soon as the door shut, an empty feeling strangled her chest. Her eyes began stinging and her heart constricted painfully.

“Well?” she heard a voice ask from outside the Hospital Wing. “How did it go?”


“Did you kiss her, or not?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to it, Moony”

“What? Why?”

“It’s just… hard to explain. I can’t stand being here anymore. I am too close to her”

“Prongs, wait!”

Along with the footsteps, the voices of the four Marauders slowly died, leaving Y/N in complete silence.

Once she was alone again, she felt the warmth in her cheek fade away. She slowly raised her hand and touched the spot James’ fingers stroked.

Y/N closed her eyes and, with a soft sigh, she let a single tear stream down her pale face, remaking the trail James’ fingers once made.  

It was cold.

I’m back! And this turned out surprisingly better than I thought with the limited number of copics colours that I own lol..

While this is a little different from what I usually draw, but since I finished SuMo, I couldn’t help but think of lusamine’s coincidental similarity to Ragyo Kiryuin from Kill la Kill, and specifically her that comes into mind. 

So this is my crossover of Ragyo, reborn in the pokemon world  as Lusamine. Instead of life fibres being her fetish, she unleashes her new fetish; ultra beasts upon the planet. Her children, Gladion Kiryuin and his weapon designed by REVOCS Aether Foundation to battle the ultra beast aliens & Lillie Kiryuin and her somewhat alien friend Nebbyketsu (whom evolved throught their adventures together) rush in to put a stop to their evil mother’s plans.

For reference, both are neglectful mothers whom view value solely in the form of their perceived beauty. While I’m sure KlK isn’t the first to invent this archetype, it is the one I’m most reminded when looking at similarities. : p

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away

(For the record, the song by the Beatles is fantastic and I recommend. That being said, this is not like the song. Instead it’s basically just the entirety of their relationship)

“Chloe?” The redhead tilted her head up from the textbook she was currently staring at in Barden’s best little coffee shop, turning to face the boy who said her name.

“Yeah, Jesse?” Chloe asked, a sweet smile painted on her lips, one that meant for both peace and war regarding her Beca.

(Her Beca, she mentally scolded herself, noting the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing they had going on hardly made the brunette hers.)

“I was wondering if you’d help me? With uh… Beca, actually. I know you two are close and I was wondering if maybe you’d help me ask her out?” Jesse nervously bounced on the heels of the shoes, grasping a textbook in one hand and a coffee in the other.

The thing about Jesse was he was a good kid. He was sweet and funny and nice. And although he had been pestering Beca for the majority of the year, the redhead couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. It wasn’t like the brunette who was the object of his affection hated him. They hung out willingly every once in a while from what Chloe remembered. It’s just that Chloe had a good thing going with Beca. Secret, private, and sweet. This was a grey area.

“Oh um… I don’t really know why you’d want my help,” Chloe said, nervously smiling at the boy.

“Well I just know she talks about you a lot. How you helped recruit her for the Bellas and everything way back at the start of the year. It’s the end of the year now and… you’re a senior and she’s a freshman. I just figured you had some mentoring role and could… extend the service to me. Mentor me in the art of wooing her,” Jesse scratched his neck before grabbing the seat next to the redhead, “here, look!”

Jesse pulled out a laptop and notebook, opening them each up to reveal notes on how to ask the DJ out and a mix in progress.

“What’s this?” Chloe giggled, looking at the screen she was being shown.

“I’ve been trying to make a mix for her. And I was gonna get a boombox and stand outside her window, or maybe serenade her in the park or-”

Chloe had pretty much droned off, thinking about the time she jokingly made Beca a mix and serenaded her in the park with a small Beats Pill and some dorky ‘Dancing Queen’ By ABBA mixed with more ‘dorky jams’ as Chloe called them.

‘I’m eighteen you know,’ Beca had said.

‘You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only eighteen,’ Chloe sang jokingly, ‘just doesn’t have the same ring to it.’

‘Whatever, you dork. Let’s get back to your apartment and I can show you how it’s done.’

‘The mixing or the serenading?’ the redhead cocked a brow.

‘Both. And maybe something else,’ Beca winked, grabbing the redhead’s hand and the speaker.

‘I like the sound of that.’

“That sounds… I dunno, Jesse. Sounds like something too cliche for her,” Chloe said, trying to give the best advice possible, despite it hurting her.

“Oh. Okay. Well… what do you think I should do?” He asked her.

“You know, I think you should just ask her. Honestly you shouldn’t have to rely on a big gesture to get her to say yes. She either will or she won’t, but it’s just a date you’re asking her out on. Not a proposal,” Chloe pointed out, collecting her things to leave.

“Where’re you going?” He asked innocently.

“I’ve got Bellas practice in fifteen minutes. See ya, Jesse! Good luck!”

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With a Little Help from My Friends.

Finn Balor/OC- Reader has a little problem that Finn helps her out with.

Warning:There aren’t really any, except for pure smut so yeah.

Hey anon I hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure if this was what you exactly wanted but hey I tried my best. Also side note, Finn is my favorite so if yall have request for him please send them in.

@vebner37 @the-geekgoddes

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Jay Park - Off-guard

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

“I’ll get going then, call me if you need something,” you bid goodbye to your friend, before giving him a hug. As you walked towards the exit of the studio you fished out your phone from your bag and checked your messages. You had 30 notifications from your best friend who excitedly told you that her boyfriend had finally popped the question. She had texted you every little detail about his proposal and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had helped him with the preparations and it seemed to have been a great success. You focused your whole attention on your phone, not watching where you were headed to. And it didn’t last long until you bumped into an obstacle.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, the moment your realized you almost knocked down the person in front of you. The huge grin on your lips disappeared immediately and was replaced by a worried expression. The person whose back you had just bumped into turned around and waved it off nonchalantly.

“It’s all good,” he reassured you with a friendly smile. He then knelt down and picked up your phone from the floor. You didn’t even notice that your phone had fallen out of your hands, as you were too busy apologizing and making sure you hadn’t hurt him.

“Here,” he handed you the cell phone and you took it back into your possession with a grateful smile.


His eyes widened as he looked at your face for the first time.
“Blood!” He exclaimed, his voice filled with worry.


“What?” You knitted your eyebrows at him in confusion and let out a slight chuckle.

“You’re bleeding!”

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Sibling Bond (Jungkook)

Originally posted by jengkook

Type: Fluff

Request: Hello can I request a Jungkook dad scenario?

Jeongguk was a happy dad. And the first member of the group to marry and settle down which seemed odd. But not too soon after he married and had his daughter Yoongi followed behind him with the birth of his son with his girlfriend, then it seemed to be a chain reaction and his friends began marrying and settling down to start their lives with their new families. He was a father of 2 a boy and a girl. His daughter Yoonhee was roughly 5 while you recently gave birth to his son Rakman. And had taken off from the group for a few weeks to help you and your family settle down with the newest addition.


“I got him” Yoonhee said as she held her little brother’s carrier “just be careful please” Jeongguk mumbles as he helps a tired you into your home. “She’s very excited to be a big sister” you tell him as he nods “I know she is but she’s almost bounced the carrier off of the car door and the door to the apartment building” he tells you as you nodded. “I know but she’s gonna prove she’s a good sister” you inform as your daughter hit the up button on the elevator “we better hurry she’ll rush to apartment without us” you say as you headed towards the elevator.


Since the day Rakman came home Yoonhee was constantly asking to help with him. She promised she had years of practice with her babydoll so she knew what she was doing. 

“I got it daddy” she whines as she fed Rakman his bottle. “I’m just making sure you don’t tip the bottle too much” Jeongguk says as he held his son right. “Honey” you call as Jeongguk looked at you. “What do you want for dinner?” you asked “whatever you want baby” he said as you smiled. “Pizza” you say as Yoonhee smiles “I want meat!” she yells as she drops the bottle and rushes towards you. Confusion took over Rakman’s face at the loss of his bottle “I got you bud” he says as he picks the bottle up and places it back into his mouth. 


You smiled as you looked over at Jeongguk who held your son as he ate pizza. “What?” he asked with a mouth full “Rakman looks like he wants some” you say as he looks down at his son who was looking at the slice in his father’s hand “too bad you don’t have teeth” he coos as you watch little fingers reach for the box as Yoonhee grabs another slice for herself. “You really like this pizza don’t you?” Jeongguk asks as she nodded. “Why can’t he have pizza?” she asks “Rakman doesn’t have teeth yet” he responds “pizza is soft” she said as he nods “it is. But you still need to chew it” he tells her as she makes a sound. 

“Can’t he have milk?” she asks as you shake your head “he ate already” you tell her as she sighs “but we all have to eat together” she whines. “He’s full already” you say as she grumbles taking another bite of her pizza. “How about we wait for dinner tomorrow to feed him then?” Jeongguk offers “we eat together then?” she asks “yes babe we’ll eat together then” he promises as she smiles “okay” she responds as you chuckle softly at the cuteness of your family.

Efi  in the Overwatch as Family headcanon that isn’t GROSS

How about instead of saying 11-year-old-still-eligible-for-a-goddamn-happy-meal Efi is Lucio’s WIFE (what the fuck), we take into account that Brazil is home to the largest black population outside of Africa (this includes slave era and recent diasporas) and therefore we can get away with:

Efi is Lucio’s smartass little cousin who shows up at the function with Lucio’s rich auntie and uncle from Nigeria who , honestly, Lucio has no idea how he’s related to them but what Big Mama says goes. She’s like the only other one under 40 and over 2 at the function and so Lucio (26) has to “Show your little cousin around while the adults are talking you can go take her to go see your little friends!!”

And Lucio, being a sweet ray of sunshine doesn’t even roll his eyes at being voluntold to babysit this kid so they dance to his music and she tinkers with his skates and he helps her tighten up her dreads and they are Good Cousins ™

//this is pretty american but forgive me//

Also like, Efi has explicitly mentioned her parents and referenced what is a pretty sweet and loving home life so let’s not have this old white American guy adopt her, yea? Looking at you Jack stans

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