all i ever do anymore is edit photos of this man

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Series- Can’t Help Falling in Love with You 

Relationship:Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s Tom’s birthday and Jaxon gives his gift to Tom followed by the Reader giving him a a surprising gift.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Funny fluffiness, Dad Tom, SO much cuteness.

Word Count: 1,000+ 

A/N: Made the photo edit myself :,)

[Reader’s POV] 

“momma where’s daddy?” your four year old son Jaxon whispers.

“he’s reading in the living room honey” I whisper back leaning down kissing his mop of curls on his head. He’s starting to look like Tom more and more each day. Your heart aching at wanting to have another child.You loved every moment seeing him grow up and being a stay at home mom even if you were sick.

“I wanna give him his gift”Jax whispers looking around holding the bag to his chest. He had red,white and blue tissue paper sticking out. Of course you were the one to help him stick the tissue paper in.

“Careful my little star, you’ll squish your gift” I rub his cheek holding the cake pan with one hand. The tea kettle whistling grabbing my attention. I head over to get Tom’s tea ready. The four of you were spending the morning together. Tessa was sitting in the kitchen waiting for food to drop. She always did that cause at some point I always dropped something. FIlling up Tom and I’s tea cups I set the kettle aside.

“Jax! where are you lil man?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room.  He must have been taking a break from his script. Even on his birthday he got caught up with a script.

“Hold on daddy!” his little body scurries past you out of the kitchen almost making me  spill the tea.

“Shit” I gasp as hot tea hits my thumb.Thankfully it was your cup that spilt a bit and not his.

“Daddy I have a present for you” Jax says holding up his gift to Tom from the doorway. Tom looks up from the script setting it aside.

“Here’s your tea love” I whisper kissing his cheek as I set his tea next to him on the table.

“Thank you darling, I was just about to ask for tea” He smiles pulling you back to kiss your lips. Pecking his lips one more time before pulling away.

“Jax worked very hard for your gift babe” I explain as Jaxon walks forward with Tom’s gift. Sitting across from Tom in your chair. Pulling out your phone you open up instagram to start a live stream. Thankfully it started working just in time.

“C’mon lad let’s see it” Tom grins as Jaxon hands him the gift. Tom pulls out the card setting it on his thigh.

“Daddy do you like the colors?” Jax asks looking up at Tom.

“Only the best colors ever am I right?! Such a great job on the tissue paper” He grins sending a wink your way.

“Daddy,I saved up all my pennies.. I helped mumma with washing Tessa,picked up my toys so you or mumma wouldn’t trip on them an-and my legos so you wouldn’t say swear words anymore so I could get your gift..” Jax smiles sitting down next to Tessa.

“Is that why the swear jar is missing darling?” Tom asks in disbelief looking between your son and the camera.

“Tom he swore in front of me when he dropped his Spider-Man toy down the stairs!” you defend yourself laughing at his reaction.

Shit” Tom muttered.

Thomas!”I glare at him from behind the screen. His eyes looking like a kid in fear. You used your mom voice on him. It always worked on him and Jax. Looking at your screen it was blowing up from comments.

“He said shit mumma!” Jax pointed at his father giggling.

Jaxon Zander Holland” I groan smacking my head with my hand. These two would be the death of me.

“Swear jar, both of you after Daddy opens his birthday gift” your voice stern as Tom groans.He runs his fingers through his hair causing his biceps to move. My attention being slipped away because of that. Hearing a laugh I look back to Tom as he sends me a wink. Opening the card he starts to attempt reading it out loud.

“I know my handwriting isn’t as good as yours daddy so mumma typed a translation for you..” his head drops in embarrassment.

“Your handwriting is better than mine was your age, don’t worry your handwriting will be better in time..” he reaches tilting his chin up.

Daddy, I love you soooooo much just as much as I love Tessa, maybe a little more. You’re Spider-Man but being my dad you’re my number one hero..” Tom’s voice wavers at the end. He has a smile with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you Jax for the lovely message.. Now let’s see what your hard work payed off to.” He wipes the tear away as he opens his gift pulling out the tissue paper.

“Open it up daddy!” Jaxon says excitedly jumping up and down.

“Wowwww look at this! Darling look what he got me” Tom smiles pulling out a Spiderman glove. Attached to it was a silly string can.

“I saw the video of Aunt Zaya spraying you it was funny cause you swore like you do when you step on my legos! I s-saw that glove when I-I went to the store with Aunt Zaya.. now we can play together!” Jaxon goes to his backpack pulling out his own glove.

“Man this is the best , let’s test it out shall we?” His grin grows as he looks over at you. Watching as his hand slips into the glove with ease. Taking the cap off he raises his arm towards you flicking his wrist.

“Tom, you wou-” String hitting you makes you flinch.

“Thomas!!” A laugh escaping my lips as I fumble with my phone. You quickly save the video before setting your phone down.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you mumma!” Jax jumps in front of you shooting his string.

“Oh my herooo” I place my hand on my heart as Tom gets sprayed with string. Tom gets up heading towards us as Jax takes a Spidey like stance.

“Trying to take my lady away are you lad??” Tom gets up picking him up and onto his shoulder as Jax tries spraying him. Laughter fills your home as Jaxon gets tickled.

“I will get you!” Jax wiggles in his grasp,legs flailing trying to get free.

“Easy there killer, how bout I let you decorate Daddy’s cake? I put all the stuff you need on the table” Picking him up off of his shoulder and setting him down.  He takes off towards the table near the kitchen. Pulling out the chair he climbs on top of it grabbing things in his hand.

“Now that I have your attention, I have a gift well gifts for you actually” You explain kissing from his jaw to his lips. His arms pulling you close to his body, warmth engulfing you.

“Well well well, do I get some mind blowing sex tonight?” he cheekily grins reaching down grabbing my ass. You let out a laugh as you pull back. Walking over you pick up your bag that you set aside earlier.

“Thattttt but, here this is your gift”

    Watching him open it finding the letter inside. His face looks confused as he opens the paper. Eyes moving as he reads the letter, eyes getting big after more reading. Our eyes meet as a cheshire cat grin prominent on his face.

“You’re serious darling? This isn’t some sick joke right?” tears fill his eyes as he places his hands on your cheeks.

“I’m very serious Tom” you let out a little laugh as he places his forehead against yours. Tears slipping down your cheeks. This moment was perfect.

A/N: Stay tuned :,)

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I please request you write something about Jumin getting drunk and suddenly calls out Rika's name while MC/Reader is taking care of him?

Title: Shadow

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Genre: Romance/Angst
Characters|Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Disclaimer: This post is word heavy

a|n this was the most evil request i’ve ever received. whoever you are, thank you for breaking my heart while writing this. how could you. *cries for juju *also cries for self

The shadows of your heart
are hanging in the sweet, sweet air
The secrets that you hide
controls us and it’s just not fair

You were not ignorant of anything. In the little time you were able to spend with the members of the RFA, you have been given clues about the former mistress who used to run the association. The former mistress who, according to them, died due to suicide. You were not able to meet her in person but you’ve been given photos of her to look at while she was still alive.

They said her name was Rika.

What a beautiful name. What an even more beautiful personality. She made the organization to distribute and bring happiness for everyone. They said she’s engaged to be married to the current acting President, V. You wondered how was he able to cope up with her death?

You knew that Yoosung, Rika’s cousin was still mourning. It’s a given. He said they’ve been close since he was young. Everybody in the association admired and respected her and of course — in return, you did as well. With all the praises and beautiful things about her, you couldn’t help yourself but look up to her. A perfect role model. She did everything by herself, turning the RFA, which was named after her, an organization that would reflect her wishes.
Her pure, untainted hopes.
What a wonderful woman, you mused.

Yet, you found yourself as the replacement of the woman who died and left this earth. All of a sudden, just by accidentally downloading an app, you found yourself slowly become a part of something warmer than the sun — the friendship you gained with each member.

You are not ignorant. Yes, definitely, you weren’t. You are the kind of woman who knew where her boundary lies. You were not the type to go beyond or over something without carefully thinking about it.

But in the hands of love, everyone looses their own reasoning.

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Jumin Secret Ending

Okay so a while ago, I was having many deep and meaningfuls with the lovely @ellieartcave and we both emphatically agreed that there was something sorely lacking in Mystic Messenger… an ending where V lived. While she came up with something different but just as awesome, for me the only thing that made sense and still work canonically is for the other Deep Route boy- my baby Juju- to have a secret ending.

Here are the very rough, very vague notes that I’ve taken in regards to what I was planning to do over the span of 7-10 chapters… but with what seems to be the V route/content coming up… I felt that my story would no longer be necessary… but I still wanted to share it :)   

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hell yea so here are my thoughts it’s really spoilery because the show came out here yesterday and i watched it just now (at night) so i may be incoherent bear with me!! 

- starting from the ending, ADAM WARLOCK WILL BE IN THE SERIES. so fans speculated he’d show up in this movie because of the after credits scene in the last Guardians movie depicting a broken cocoon. that was a good guess but it was incorrect. he didn’t show up in the movie at all he actually came up in the post credits scene! ‘She’ (or Ayesha) supposedly created him and decided to give ‘He’ the name Adam aka Warlock. 

- in the comics Warlock is given the Soul Stone and currently that’s the last Infinity Stone so it’s going to be amazing to see whether or not he comes into owning it (theories are that Heimdall possesses the last stone, it’s going to be interesting!!) 

- i hate Peter’s dad. screw him HOW DARE HE PUT A TUMOR INTO PETER’S MUM’S HEAD WTH????? die you prick die (though Peter with the cool energy thing from being half celestial was rather amazing, pretty sad he doesn’t have that power source anymore unless the marvel creators decide on a new source) also Ego (his dad) having thousands of children just to find a compatible one to rule the universe (aka destroy it) with him is just awful ew 

- BABY GROOT IS PRECIOUS I WILL KILL YOU  IF YOU COME NEAR HIM (the flipping part where Ego the arsehole was trying kill the Guardians and Groot was being squished and he started crying oh my god my heart) also him not understading crap is adorable (PRECIOUS BABY OF THE GROUP) also the post credit scene with teenage Groot going through puberty was hilarious i’m dead. ALSO HIM DANCING WHILE THE REST ARE FIGHTING A MONSTER AND THEM CONSTANTLY HAVING TO TAKE CARE OF HIM aka GAMORA WAVING HI, ROCKET STOPPING MID WAY TO TELL HIM TO SPIT OUT A BUG AND HIM BEING ANGRY AT DRAX FOR DESTROYING THE STEREO PLAYING THE SONG HE WAS DANCING TO LMAO 

- Mantis is precious and innocent and oh my god Drax going “you’re ugly” and then going “that’s good cause if someone loves you then you know they do.” beautiful people don’t know who to trust - absolutely true. and at the end when he went “you’re beautiful, on the inside” #yes 

- Peter and Gamora are my first hetero ship in years. #thisunspokenthing (them dancing to Sam Cooke was just awwwww) 

- Peter being a precious bean and carrying around a photo of Hassleholf all the time to pretend that he’s his father and all he wanted was to play ball with his father and the first thing he did with Ego was play with a ball of energy. it’s a sweet moment despite how dubious the whole thing seemed. 

- Nebula character development was one of my favourite things ever because she went for “i will kill you Gamora” to “I just wanted a sister” gosh the feels, such a good movie. 

- Gamora, Drax and Rocket referring to the  Guardians as a family #best

- Groot making Yondu an honorary Guardian 

- Yondu being the best father figure to Peter ever and him dying and me sobbing horribly in the theatre (my awesome friend was crying with me and she was handing me tissues bless) 

- okay symbolism time, Peter had his Sony WALKMAN to listen to his mum’s Awesome Mixes and when Ego destroys this, he eventually receives another device from Yondu to listen to over 300 songs on. The WALKMAN is akin to his old family (his mother and Ego) and his new player is a representation of his new family (the Guardians and Yondu) 

- Ayesha (’She’) is pretty cool but christ she is scary. The Sovereignty armada is pretty cool, it’s like a giant arcade where the people are shooting their targets virtually through drones. Pretty interesting stuff (especially with the video game noises) 

- Rocket being referred to as a “triangle-faced-monkey”, “raccoon”, “fox” etcetera. and him being a giant softie inside because of his beginings (also him referring to Ego as a one-inch-tall man and winking with his wrong eye HAHA) 

- i laughed too much during this movie bless me 


- Sylvester Stallone !!

- 700 jumps and face warping #priceless 

- Howard the Duck cameo 


- horrendous inneundos everywhere help 


SUCH A GOOD SHOW IM SO HAPPY GUYS GO WATCH IT SOON OKAY edit : omg i typed this at 3am and wrote Arnold Schwarzenegger instead of Sylvester Stallone oh my brain HAHAHAHA 

Candids [Jason x Reader]

A/N: Soz about not getting this up right away and I apologize even more in advance if this was shite. This is my second draft and a repost (due to errors) so I hope it’s alright. 

Y/N = your name.

One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist meant you got to take cool candids for your blog. One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist in Gotham, meant you got to take cool candids of the city’s very own vigilantes in action for your very dedicated blog.

People often asked you why you didn’t work with any of the news agencies like Gotham Gazette or GNN but you had, as an intern and you hated the working conditions. You were on call 24/7 and your deadlines were tight and sometimes you were out for hours following the action. Instead, you ended up selling some of your photos to them whenever they need material.

Now you worked on your own terms and your blog was decently successful. People from all over read your articles and shared your work, even though it was mostly just you gushing professionally about Batman and his group of birds and bats.

You had gotten a cold from lack of sleep and a stakeout at the docks from last week so you hadn’t been keeping up your blog, but the feeling of drowsiness and constant hacking of your lungs had lessened over the past few days so you decided it was time to get back into the kick of things.

Talk on social media said Nightwing was apparently back in town so you wanted to try and get some good shots of him before he went back into hiding. With your gear bag, you headed out for your hunt.

Two hours had passed on your stakeout and so far, all you had were a couple shots of the Pioneer’s bridge from your spot. You looked around through your camera and noticed someone sitting on the ledge of the clock tower a few blocks from you. You couldn’t tell who it was but you were hoping it was Nightwing.

You drove over and located the back door, instantly regretting your decisions when you noticed how many flights of stairs you had between you and your destination.

“The things I do for my blog…” You sighed as you tried to quicken up your pace before you missed Nightwing. The door to rooftop was alright slightly ajar so you quietly pushed it open to see if someone was still out there and to your surprise, they were.

You had been hoping it was Nightwing, but it wasn’t. It was the Red Hood in all his glory, sitting next to the gargoyle. He was dressed in his usual leather jacket and red helmet. He looked to almost be, pondering about something. You quickly uncapped your camera and got your angle right but what you had forgotten to do was turn off your flash.

You should have been more careful but it was too late to fix your mistake because the bright light had caught the vigilante’s attention and before you knew it, you were being held at gun point. The Red Hood stood against the ledge he was previously occupying with a gun aimed directly at you.

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JNPR Headcanons (sorry, it's long)

•It’s obvious that Ren & Nora, and Jaune & Pyrrha are besties. But Ren & Jaune are bros while Nora & Pyrrha are like sisters

•Actually, the team is one family

•Edit: Everyone on this show has their own inner demons just like we do. They’re not perfect and they struggle with their own issues, team JNPR especially
-Jaune really cares about what others think of him and works so hard to be a hero and lovable and kind
-Nora is sort of the same way only her anxiety manifests itself as constantly moving and babbling. She really tries not to come off as a pest (& she isn’t) bc she doesn’t want anymore people leaving her (bc they always do). Sometimes the words of others effect her more than she let’s on (which leads to issues w/ her & Ren later in their relationship)
-Pyrrha cares more about people seeing her for who she really is. She not a trophy that’s won. She’s not a centerpiece. She’s Pyrrha
-Ren doesn’t really try to be more sociable. He knows that his quietness comes off as being shy, but those who know him know that he simply doesn’t have much to say. He does make his opinions known, though, and when he speaks more, you know that he thinks you’re trustworthy. His main issue is talking about what’s wrong. He gets so silent when he’s upset or angry. The only person that can crack him is his best friend.

•Jaune & Ren take turns being the dad (Jaune is Daddy Jaune in battle, Ren is Daddy Ren any other time)

•Pyrrha is mommy all the time

•When Jaune sees Nora, he thinks of one of his younger sisters & it makes him feel a bit less homesick

•Nora loves getting the team to do crazy shit like JNPR tattoos, sky diving, & swimming w/ Grimm sharks

•Speaking of tats
-They all have a JNPR tat with juniper berries & one of their emblem
-Nora has lighting bolts, boop, & a syrup bottle
-Jaune has a heart with ‘Arc Family’ on it
-Ren has the date of the attack on his village & Nora’s emblem
-Pyrrha has ‘Destiny’ written in a flower and her kids names

•As stated before, Nora & Pyrrha’s periods sync up and their boys handle it well

•Jaune bc he has sisters who go through the same thing & Ren bc he’s been with Nora forever

•Nora likes cuddles, heat, massages, sleep, & food during that time. She’s actually kind of of quiet during that time & a little more mopey

•Pyrrha is very irritable during that time and enjoys solitude unless she’s w/ Nora

•Birds of a feather suffer together

•The dress Jaune wore is actually Coco’s

•Bets get insane, esp when RWBY, CVFY, & SSSN are involved

•They do tons of partner sparring, but they love team sparring (every man for themselves)

•Nora & Pyrrha are the most well rounded with everyone else’s weapons, Ren coming after, & Jaune is last

•Pyrrha is the first awake to run, Nora gets up no later than 7 every morning, Jaune trudges along, Ren sleeps in bc fuck mornings

•They do team studying a lot which entails quizzes with candy for those who get questions right and punishment for getting it wrong

•It’s the only way Jaune or Nora will study for anything

•Jaune & Nora aren’t dumb. Jaune genuinely doesn’t get it sometimes and gets bored in class. Nora is smart, but lazy

•Pyrrha’s favorite class is Port’s. His lectures are interesting

•Jaune’s favorite class is… probably none… he’s not doing well in any right now…

•Nora’s favorite classes are Oobleck’s (watching him zip around is fun), Peach’s (science and explosions), Goodwitch’s (fighting), & her math class

•She’s a wiz at math

•Ren enjoys Port’s and Goodwitch’s classes

•They have a system where they copy Pyrrha’s notes if they miss something (they’re detailed af)

•Pyrrha is easily scared and reacts a little violently (punching shit) and she doesn’t do supernatural shit ever

•Edit: they’re all pretty chill about hanging around the dorm in undies and bras (it took Jaune some time, though)

•Jaune & Nora are DC fans. Ren & Pyrrha are Marvel fans. All enjoy X-ray and Vav

•They totally go to comic cons, cosplay, & gaming conventions together. You cannot tell me otherwise

•Passing the aux chord isn’t normally an issue until someone (Nora and Jaune) starts playing showtunes & rapping to Hamilton

•Ren is the only one who appreciates Yang’s puns

•Jaune & Ren are skilled cooks and normally don’t allow Pyrrha or Nora to help, but they do sometimes cut veggies and stir (Nora, stop adding spices right now! Pyrrha, do you even know what oregano is?)

•Jaune loves dead memes & is still raving about deez nuts & Harambe

•The group chat on ChatSnap is a total mess & any important info gets burried under memes, selfies, and videos
-Nora’s CS is mostly pictures of her team & friends
-Ren’s is filled with professional photos w/ some deep caption
-Pyrrha’s is clumsily trying to figure what she’s doing
-Jaune has awkward selfies & recordings of Pyrrha when she’s off guard

-Nora isn’t as bad as Yang or Qrow, but she’s no saint with cursing
-Ren doesn’t curse… out loud
-Jaune doesn’t unless he’s irritated
-You’d have to really push Pyrrha past her breaking point to get her to say fuck

•Edit: they totally have a naughty jar for swearing & making inappropriate jokes

•Edit: Nora is the go to person for charging scrolls, but is also the person to break them

•Edit: I like to think that she could be a defibrillator

•They often spend holiday break with Jaune’s family

•Ren, Nora, & Pyrrha have practically been adopted into the family

•Jaune’s older sisters work hard to get them all paired together-together

•If Pyrrha gets hurt, Jaune is worried but he’s not freaking out. He knows she can handle herself

•If Nora is hurt, Ren cannot focus & goes on a killing spree

•Jaune & Ren’s bro time is spent cooking, watching anime, or just talking

•They went to the doubles round during their 2nd year at Beacon
-Nora & Pyr the first year

•They mostly enjoy video games!
-Jaune is more into games like Myth of Welda, Remnant Bound, Underneath Remnant tale (totally uncreative), & trivia games
-Pyrrha likes the games at the arcade where you shoot stuff & party games (Xario Cart, Xario Partee, and Xario and Tonic at the Extremely Hard & Profesional Games)
-Nora likes anything violent (esp GTA)
-Ren doesn’t play very often, but is a God at rhythm/dance games (with Nora, those two are unbeatable & always get a perfect score)

-Nora is energetic, a little destructive after a few, & cannot hold her liquor
-Pyrrha is seductive af, but she rarely gets that far. Only once or twice
-Jaune is sleepier & clingy
-Ren very rarely drinks & can hold it exceedingly well

•Team bonding is normally spent watching a movie with pizza and cookies, bowling, arcades, or going out to dinner

•All team activities are classified as a double date when they’re dating

•Renora dated first, then Arkos

•There was a brief period where Nora actually broke up with Ren & Pyrrha was with her while Ren was with Jaune until they figured things out (I may write something on it later)

•However, it was Arkos that got married first

•The team are maids of honor & best men at each other’s weddings

•Pyrrha laced her bouquet with metal to control where it landed after she threw it (Nora “caught” it) -Ren proposed soon after in a quieter place

•If the couples argue, one normally goes to the other couple’s house to vent and cool down before going home

•Renora had 3 kids: Kensley, Ming, & Iman (adopted)

•Arkos had twins Louise & Eros

•Before the kids came, they went on team missions very often. After they’re all out of the house, they start again

•They also go on partner missions & swap who goes with who each time (Jaune/Nora, Ren/Pyrrha, couples, guys, girls)

•They often go on family vacations together & celebrate holidays because they’re one big family

•Pyrrha & Nora retire to teach at Signal

•Jaune & Ren join them soon afterwards

Distractions pt. 12

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2567

A/N: not proofread or edited. Be ready for grammar/spelling errors. 

Originally posted by lonastic

Ever since you got home from Yoongi’s place, you spent the entire evening in bed cuddling with that travel pillow that he had gotten you years ago. You could have sworn that the scent of him on that pillow seemed even more prominent than before.

Everything felt perfect. Everything felt like pure bliss. You were happy. Yoongi was happy. Even thought you agreed to start over as friends, you relationship was mended again and you couldn’t be anymore happier than you were now and nothing could ruin that happiness.

Until your manager came busting though the dorm’s front door. 

All of 2S’ members gathered in the common area after hearing the loud slam. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy as all 5 members looked at Chang Mook. It was obvious that he was absolutely furious. 

Before anyone could ask why he was so angry, he reached for the television remote and turned on the TV. On the news all the girls read the headline:

[BREAKING NEWS] BTS Park Jimin and 2S Y/F/N Dating Scandal!!

In addition to the news reporter spewing many different speculations on the supposed relationship, photos of Jimin and you by the Han River were being displayed for all the world to see. 

All six pairs of eyes were glued on the screen as the images flashed by. Everyone was silent trying to make sense of the situation.

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Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics

summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah)
a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (: 

p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn

Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.

“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”

The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.

“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.

Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”

Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.

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Familiar Faces

Summary: surprise here’s a shitty photographer!peter AU

Notes: since this is an AU, Peter isn’t Spider-Man!! also there’ll be more than this lol enjoy n let me know what u think!

“Yeah, Jane, I know.” I held my phone between my ear and my shoulder as I struggled to open the café’s door with the pile of stats in my hands, using both hands to hold them because of the particular windy day in New York. I groaned when someone opened the door just to have them shut it on me, as if I wasn’t trying to get in. “Thanks, asshole! Have a nice day – no, no Jane, not you.” I finally managed to get through the door and set the papers down at a nearby table. I sighed in relief as I grabbed by phone, letting my shoulder relax. “I’ll be there in fifteen – twenty minutes, tops.” I hung up after hearing her ‘you better, or else!’ warning.

Working for a magazine company seemed like a dream when I was in high school and even when I learned how difficult it’d be in my journalism class in college – I just wasn’t planning on getting Meryl Streep from the Devil Wears Prada as my boss. Jane was nice – when she remembered my name. But, so far, my journalistic profession consisted of going on coffee runs and taking notes. Which I was all too familiar with, having been doing it for three years now, despite that Jane has a new intern and I was promoted to her assistant a year and a half ago. I glanced at my watch and realized I used up three minutes of my time sulking, again. I ran a hand over my face, composing the pile of paperwork into a neater pile and picking it up before heading to order. As I stood in line I thought of what else I could be doing – I could always quit, but then I’d have to start over. Maybe I should look into a new profession.

“Um, miss?” I looked up, seeing the barista looking at me with a small smile, noticing there wasn’t anyone in front of me in line anymore. “You’re next, I think.” I shook my head, walking up to the bar.

“Sorry,” I cleared my throat, looking at the menu.

“Rough morning?” I scoffed.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I finally looked at the person in front of me. My lips parted slightly, my breath hitching. As cliché as it sounds, this barista looked like he stepped out of a book. His hair fell slightly over his face, which looked soft. It was a mess of curls, brown. His eyes were round, brown, too – in summary, he was cute. Typical, barista cute.

“Well, nothing coffee can’t fix, right,” he looked down at the stack of papers on the bar and looked back to me with a smile, “Jane?” I gave him a confused look, looking where he looked and seeing Jane’s name sprawled everywhere on the stats reports. I shook my head.

“Uh – no, Jane’s my boss. I’m (Y/N).” I glanced at the clock behind him and looked at him again. “Actually, I’m late. So, can I get four vanilla latte’s with two shots of expresso in all of them, please?” I opened my purse and ruffled for my company card.

“Oh, sure,” he mumbled, punching in my order. “Fourteen twenty-eight.” I swiped my card and picked up the stats reports. “Receipt?” I shook my head, smiling at him before moving out of the way so he could take the customer’s behind me order.

I dug my phone out of my purse and shoved it into my back pants pocket, trying to make room for the paperwork. “(Y/N)? Your order’s ready.” I managed to place the papers neatly into my small bag, to give me room to hold the coffee.

“Thanks, uh,” I squinted toward his nametag, “Peter? Thanks, Peter.” He smiled at me, nodding.

“I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” I nodded my head, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen. I never come to this coffee shop, it was on my way from the drop off location my meeting was at, so I decided to stop when Jane texted me saying she needed a coffee fix. I smiled sadly, realizing I wouldn’t see the cute barista again.

“Sure, see you around.” I grabbed the coffee and smiled one last time before opening the door and heading back to the cab waiting for me.

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Star Gazers

Characters: YiXing x You
Genre: Drabble, Romance, Angst

He gazed at stars all his life.  

They were the last things he saw every night before he slept and the first things he woke up seeing.  For his ceilings lined with intricate paper stars hand folded and sew together with ribbon to mimic the constellations of Pegasus to Sagittarius.  Even as your little feet tapped along his polished floors you could feel the etched symbols and formulas stamp against your toes.  

YiXing lost his father at the young age of two.  To pardon him of the pain, his mother used to tell him, “Papa will return home one day.  He’s just up in the galaxy now, earning money so he can buy our little XingXing a real unicorn.”  The two-year-old blinked, babbled, and chewed on his unicorn plushie’s single horn.  

“Mama, when will Papa come see YiXing?” he asked when he was four.

“Soon.  If YiXing is a good boy, Papa will return sooner,” his mother coaxed and kissed the little boy’s forehead as tears welled in her eyes.  

He had his father’s eyes.

“XingJai is really good.  Papa come home soon.  XingXing misses you,” an eight-year-old YiXing kneeled down in front of the windowsill and prayed while his mother pretended to be asleep.  Her tears drenched the pillow.  

She told him when he was twelve.  With a box of old photos and a farewell letter written with his father’s dying breath of love, she sat her precious son down on the sofa.  But instead of crying or throwing a tantrum, YiXing simply nodded and warmed his mother in a tight hug.  She flinched, shocked by his calm reaction, for she was ready to console him and promise to give him anything he asked for, even if it was the moon or a star.  He asked her for a telescope.

“Papa, how are you up there?” his mother caught a sixteen-year-old YiXing asking as he stared into the telescope and jotted down numbers and letters regarding density statistics and physics she couldn’t understand.  

You met him during his second year, in university, studying astrophysics - a classmate and, you thought at that time, a possible love interest.  Amidst his sweet serenades and his filial weekly video chats with his mother, you had fallen deeply in love with this man.

“Girlfriend?” his mother asked when you accidentally walked into his room while they were video chatting one day.  

YiXing smiled and blessed you with a perfect view of his adorable dimples while you blushed and nervously denied.  

“She’s my JiaoJiaoXing,” the handsome young man grinned and told his mother.  My Little Proud Star.  He spun you around in effortless circles and pulled you in to rest against his chest.  A little shy and a little confused, you could only muster his name through your tender lips as he stroked your hair out of your face.  You thought his glassy dark orbs twinkled brighter than any star.  As he leaned in, you naturally closed your eyes to allow the sensation of his lips massaging yours, with tender, love, and care, to seal your soul in the depths of his heart.  

March 8, 2012 - you remembered it clear as day for he had asked you to meet him at a bridge five blocks from the campus.  But all that remained were the trampled up bouquet of roses, discarded along the pavement.  The card read, “My JiaoJiaoXing, will you be the star in my sky?”.  

He disappeared for two whole months and eventually dropped out of the curriculum.  

Stubborn and unwilling to lose him, you visited his hometown, in Changsha, as soon as the semester ended.    

“Mama, Papa, how are you two doing up there?” you heard him whisper as you peered into his old apartment one day.  

His mother passed away.  But he doesn’t cry.  Instead, you burst into tears and sobbed on his behalf as he pressed your head against his heart that forever had a missing piece that you could never fill.  You knew his mother meant everything to him; he often talked about bringing her to space or purchasing her a star in the sky.  

Now she was one herself.  

You weeded your slender arms around YiXing’s waist and braved your trembles to kiss him lightly against the cheek.  Brushing your bangs away from your doll-like face, he closed his watery orbs and pressed his lips against yours just like your first kiss.  Invisible stars were drawn onto your skin so that even when the blazing sun stole away the light in the stars, he could still see them through you.  

But it scared you how he never cried and how he immediately returned back to university with you, without your need to coax him.  His favorite vintage telescope sat by the large windowsill of the small apartment the two of you shared.  

“They’re together now,” YiXing answered your unasked question one day as you were cooking dinner.  

“Hmm?” you questioned as you lowered the star-shaped cookie cutter onto the pan and dropped in an egg.

“Mama and Papa are together now…” his voice cracked for the first time ever.  Instantly, you spun around and caught the tears rushing down his eyes as he gazed into his telescope.  “Look, JiaoJiao,” your lover called you over.  Slipping your fingers through his, you curiously squinted your eyes and peered into the telescope.  

Two stars glistened beside each other in the sky brighter than any other you had ever seen in your entire life.  

“They…they are finally together…” YiXing repeated over and over again - each time his voice trembled more and more daringly as rivers morphed into oceans, streaming down his cheeks. You sighed in relief, nodded, and opened your arms for him to jump in.  “I tracked that star for years and years.  It was alone.  For years,” he sobbed into your chest.

“I know…” you sweetly replied and kissed his forehead.  

“They’re finally together…”

“And so are we…” you replied as his moist lips automatically found yours.  

A/N: This is originally from Personalized Mini Series.  Thought a few of them deserved their own post, especially since the some older scenarios links of my Tumblr aren’t working anymore…^-^ Remember, this is just a drabble so it’s not as detailed or edited as my normal scenarios.  Hope you guys still like it.

P.S. If you haven’t already, check out my newest scenario: Safe Haven

🔪STALKER🔪//2DOC SMUT(not really)

2D looked trepidacious while consistently visually examining the whale in the window. He turned to his room, sighing.

“Nothing fascinating..” He verbalised, genuinely bored and unamused.

“There’s nothing exciting going on in this imbecilic plastic beach.” He laid down on his bed and commenced humming some musical composition.
He bit his lip, endeavouring not to think about the bloody bassist. “But he’s so hot…” He verbalised, blushing in abashment and consistently visually examining his hard erection. “..G-Go away…”
He squirmed, optically canvassing the room around him.

No one was there but him.

He sighed in relief, unzipping his pants and taking off his underwear.

Meanwhile​, Murdoc was ambulating to The singers room to wake him up and record. He peeked through the door, endeavouring to visually perceive if he’s slumbering or not.
His eyes widened as he visually perceived the singer rubbing his dick and shoving a dildo into his ass. “M-Mu–ah!” He moaned.
“…H-Holy Shit….” Murdoc verbalised, blushing. He took out his camera and took a picture, which made 2D yelp and hide under the covers.

“Hehe…Wot a lil’ coward…”

He ambulated over to his room, and locked the door. He optically canvassed cyborg noodle, to see if she was charging.
Still charging.
He looked around to visually perceive if anyone else was there, and opened an hidden door abaft his closet. He stamped the picture on the wall with all his other pictures of 2D he surreptitiously took.
There was a secret Murdoc had hidden from 2D.

Everywhere the singer went, The bassist privily followed. Every time the singer would slumber, the bassist would optically canvass. And Anytime the singer physically contacted himself, the bassist would get aroused visually examining him.

He chuckled, prehending a picture of 2D singing.
“One day you’ll be mine 2D..

No matter how long it takes.”

~The next day~

2D yelped, waking up from his slumber. Murdoc threw cleaning supplies at him. “I require yew to clean my room.” The singer groaned. “Why con’ yew make tha’ imbecilic robot do it?” Murdoc growled at him, grabbing his arm and stuffing 3 fingers in his mouth. “LOOK, STU. I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TO FUCKIN’ PLAY WITH YER ASS, SO JUST GET ON WITH IT!!!

AND IF YEW TOUCH THAT CLOSET DOOR, YEW WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ‘LITTLE MURDOC’ ANYMORE ‘CUS YOU’LL BE DEAD!!!!” He relinquished the fingers from his mouth, slamming the door shut. 2D’s ocular perceivers turned white, as he put on his apparel, went on the hoist, and ambulated towards Murdoc’s room.

“Ugh… let’s just get this over with so I con’ go back to sleep…” He opened his door and prehended a sponge. He dipped it in the soapy water, starting to emaculate the walls. After a few hours, he was finished. He turned to the closet, curious.

“Don’t do it 2D! Murdoc verbally expressed not to do it!”
“Do it, 2D! Open it and optically discern what he’s obnubilating!” His thoughts​ frustrated him.
He couldn’t stop cogitating that room.
But it couldn’t be bad to take a peek, right?
He opened the door, and visually perceived a bunch of habiliments. “W-Wha?? Why would Murdoc be scared of knowing that he has clothes?”


2D eyes widened, as he expeditiously obnubilated abaft the attire and closed the closet door. “M-Maybe he won’t Know I’m gone…” He bit his lip, shivering in fear. 2D felt a knob turn, opening a hidden door. “W-Wot the….” He turned the light on, and gasped at his revelation. “A-Are those… pictures of…
He looked trepidacious, as he optically discerned some pictures edited with Murdoc on it. He additionally optically discerned notes about wanting to fuck him, which made him blush. “T-This is genuinely weird…”
Suddenly, he auricularly discerned the closet door turn. 2D yelped, his ocular perceivers turning white again. “I gotta hide!” He whispered, expeditiously turning the light off.

“WHO’S IN THERE!!?” the bassist yelled. He slammed the door open, examining the room. He didn’t optically discern anyone. “I guess it was my imagination.” He shrugged, turning the light on. He sat on his chair and turned on the computer, clicking on videos and starting to optically canvass a video of the singer physically contacting of himself. 2D peeked abaft the photos, and blushed in abashment and exasperation. “WHY DID YEW RECORD THAT?!!” He screamed. He realised what he verbalised, and expeditiously put his hand on his mouth. Murdoc paused the video and ambulated over to where 2D was. He pushed the photos away, exposing the singer. He prehended his neck and slammed him on the floor. “YOU’RE SO DEAD.”
Suddenly, after one punch, everything went ebony.
2D woke in an ambulance, aurally perceiving doctors talking and someone screaming in anger.

He aurally perceived someone tase the person. The screaming sounded very familiar, though.
“M-Muds?” He went up, and gasped. The singer saw two police men apprehending Murdoc. “W-WAIT! DON’ ARREST ‘IM!”
He endeavored to get up, but he descried there were bruises All over his body, and he couldn’t authentically move that much. A nurse walked in, holding a syringe. “W-WOT ARE THEY GONNA DO TO 'IM!!?” 2D screamed. “Send him to prison, of course. Isn’t that man the reason you have all those bruises on your body?” She pointed to them. 2D sighed. “I-I…I guess so…” Tears expeditiously fell down his face. “’s just…. i love him…”
The nurse looked revolted. “Why would you optate to dote someone like HIM?!”
“WOULD YEW JUST SHUT UP?!!!” 2D screamed. Murdoc consistently visually examined the singer, worried. “C-Can…I talk to him one last time?” The police nodded, ambulating him to the blue haired angel. “W-what do you optate with him?” The nurse verbalised in a low, menacing growl. “EXCUSE ME?!! OH, I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T REALISE HE WAS YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!”
The nurse stood up, punching the bassist in the face. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM 'IM, YEW BITCH!!!” 2D yelled. The nurse backed away from Murdoc, clenching her fists and going back in the drivers seat. The police persistently optically canvassed each other, secretly chuckling. The bassist sighed, sitting down on a chair. “Wot I wanted to verbally express afore that sodding bitch insulted me, I just wanted to say that…i-i…..

I LOVE YEW OKAY?!!” He yelled, blushing effulgent red. The singer chuckled scarcely. “Ever since we’ve been here, I can’t stop thinking about yew. I suddenly grew something​ for yew, I couldn’t stop stalking yew….yew looked so beautiful and adorable at the same time everywhere yew went…and now I’m apprehended, because I almost murdered yew. I’ll miss yew, So much.”
“B-but Murdoc I….I love yew too…” He smiled, blushing marginally. “Y-You’re just saying that….”
“No.. I’m not. The reasons why I physically contacted myself were because of yew, Murdoc. It’s just yew looked so sultry…. every time I saw yew I went crazy… so I endeavoured to stay tranquil….when I heard information regarding yew going to prison, my heart dropped. It Felt-it’s just that-i…i…”
He pressed his lips against Murdoc’s, pushing him to the bed. “I want yew so bad, muds……” 2D moaned, while the bassist licked his neck. The police yanked his cuffs, which made him get away from the singer. They ambulated over to the police car. 2D cried as he optically discerned Murdoc wave to him goodbye. He waved back, holding his sheets proximate to his ocular perceivers.

It’s been 3 years since 2D last saw Murdoc, and he has been dejected ever since. He would verbalise with cyborg​ noodle about it, but it never helped. He had been living in plastic beach for a while, and had been dealing with an abundance of dejection. He can’t stop thinking about him ever since.

“I just want him back….”

2D was in his bed, taking his pills when he suddenly visually perceived the door open. “Been some time since we last saw each other, faceache.” The bassist was tattooed, and had a deplorable haircut, exhibiting his forehead.
The singer expeditiously turned to him, smiling and hugging him tightly. “I missed yew so much! I thought I lost yew…”
“I missed ya, additionally, dullard.” He held 2D’s ass tightly, smirking. “ that wot yew wanna do after we meet each other after 3 years apart~?” He purred. “I guess so.” Murdoc sticked his tongue out, moving his arms towards the singers waist. 2D put his head behind Murdoc’s, crying tears of joy.

“Welcome back, muds.”

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anonymous asked:

XDD The words of a well known NH/SK troll who has multiple accounts and who has already been exposed by Su: "I wished Sasuke and Karin could raise Sarada all by themselves without having to worry about Orochimaru! Sarada is Karin's daughter and you can't tell me otherwise!" Omg. XD Well, what could one actually expect from a troll who has an account that has the Uchiha family photo from the end of Gaiden as their profile picture, but in which Karin was edited in Sakura's place. XD Pathetic. -1

They know that Sakura is the real mother, but they simply refuse to acknowledge it in public, because they terribly hate her. And their “claims” are more than pathetic. They “sustain” that Karin is “the mother”, but she had “to give up” on Sarada in order “to protect” her from Orochimaru. This is so lame. XD They basically imply that Karin preferred remaining to work for Orochimaru, the one who had experimented on her, instead of actually living with the man she loved and their child. Lol. -2.

So, they claim that Karin abandoned “her daughter” and watched how the man she loved married another woman who is now raising “her” daughter and who is seen by everyone as the biological mother, all of this in order to “protect” Sarada from Orochimaru, even if Karin obviously could have simply left Orochimaru’s hideouts and raise “her” daughter in a safe, far away place. XD I can’t believe this stupidness. Also, they basically claim that Sarada was born before Sasuke was married. Wow. -3

This only proves once again that the antis don’t understand the characters, especially Sasuke, at all. Sasuke is so pure when it comes to love. Basically his entire revenge started due to the love he had for his family. He cares about love, bonds and family the most. From what I remember, even Kishi said that Sasuke is a pure character. Of course Sasuke wouldn’t have ever decided to have a child before getting married. And he wouldn’t have ever married a woman he didn’t have deep feelings for.-4

Of course Sarada was conceived during Sasuke and Sakura’s travels only after they had married. And, as Sasuke himself said, Sarada’s very existence is all that is needed to prove the connection (the love) between him and Sakura. Absolutely all of this would be so easy to understand if those antis didn’t try so hard to twist what is said in canon and instead actually paid attention to Sasuke’s character. =D -5

Oh, and actually do the antis ever listen to their own words? Sarada “had to be protected” from Orochimaru? Really? XD Well, if this actually had been the case, it certainly would have been the most failed attempt to “protect” someone, since Sarada literally is in the same team with Mitsuki, Orochimaru’s son. Mitsuki could have easily brought information about Sarada to Orochimaru if he had really wanted. So, Orochimaru would have still easily been able to closely observe Sarada. -6

And not to mention that Orochimaru doesn’t even do bad things anymore. XD He is closely watched by Yamato and, as it can be seen, he hadn’t done anything wrong in over 12 years. Also, Sasuke had absolutely no problem taking Sarada to Orochimaru’s hideout in chapter 7. Orochimaru even noticed both her and ChoCho, but Sasuke wasn’t concerned about this fact at all. If Sasuke actually had been trying to protect Sarada from Orochimaru, he for sure wouldn’t have brought her himself to his hideout. -7

So, the claims that are made by the antis are just so delusional and completely careless. It’s so obvious that they say such things only because they refuse to accept the reality, as it certainly doesn’t look like they wished. I hope all of them (including the NH/SK troll, of course) will eventually move on and realise that they will obtain absolutely nothing from what they’re doing right now, since the canon will always be canon no matter what and their petty actions or words won’t change it.-8

Lol, there’s nothing more to add really :)


genre: I’m pretty sure this is fluff with some angst thrown in there but not that much. angst ain’t my type.

words: 4k+

warnings: Swearing! there’s swearing. 

summary: While Phil is away up in the north to celebrate Christmas, he starts wondering just how much of a clingy boyfriend he is. Because sure, he misses Dan a lot, but does he misses Dan to the point he hallucinates conversating with his 2009 and 2012 versions? Or maybe he just needs to sleep. It is 3:30 AM after all.

a/n: Merry Louis Tomlinson day. This is for my cute friend @pjothekick I hope you have a great day, Alex :’) also this is… 2009x2012x2015? Yeah? That’s not a thing? Oh.

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CS ff: “Why Can’t Love Just Be Enough” (au) (Epilogue to “I Will Learn to Let You Go”)

Summary: Some stories don’t get a Happily Ever After, but that doesn’t mean the story ends.

As the title implies, this is the Epilogue to “I Will Learn to Let You Go”

Rating: T for language


A/N: This was written as soon as the fic was finished, but I had troubles with the ending and then the editing, and then school to finish. If you prefer to leave things miserable and sad, you’re welcome to skip this. Special thanks to @sambethe for the beta and proofreading, and for encouraging me to do better. And to @i-know-how-you-kiss for the title/song that will punch you in the feels if you listen to it while any part of this fic is in your head. Give it a listen if you get a chance: “Roses & Violets” by Alexander Jean)

If Killian expected his life to go back to normal once he left Storybrooke behind, he was completely mistaken. The world he goes back to in Boston feels hollow and lonely – now more than it ever was before. Maybe it’s because he was somehow lucky to find love once with his soulmate, and then again with someone who wasn’t his. And now he has neither. Maybe it’s because he also truly felt a bond with Henry, or because Storybrooke felt like home.

His business, small but with the most impressive track record ever seen in his line of work, expands after his time in Storybrooke. Apparently, with an even higher success rate, he’s a sought-out name in the soulmate searching ring.

Now he has more detectives working for him, and it means he can step back a little. The less personal involvement, the better. Sure, he still works. He has the keenest sense of direction out of all of his employees, except for a man named Smee, who is exceptionally talented at finding people in places he would’ve never considered. Most days, he stays in his (new and bigger) office and spends some time working on the cases he has been personally requested for. The rest of his day is spent looking at the evidence of his success.

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Model- Dylan O'Brien Smut

Warnings: NSFW Smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: Kind of want to do a part 2 and maybe more to this so request and post your comments/suggestions. Ily

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Being a model was great. The stereotypes you see in the movies are nonexistent in the real world. All models look a lot different and you have great piece of mind. One big plus was you got to go to so many amazing places and meet some amazing people. When going in to the modeling business you were pretty confident. So that brings us to present day. Slipping your tight black dress over you’re your butt was a struggle to say the least. When you got it completely on you put your knee high grey pumps on and got your semi- long coat, just enough to cover your bum and keep you warm because you were wearing a pretty revealing dress. The L.A weather was pretty chilly for L.A but you were used to worse living in New York. You came to L.A for some dumb premier that you agency wanted you to go to get exposure.  So now you were waiting for your car with your three friends.

When it finally arrived, it was a sleek and black limo and looked like it already had one person in it. You knew who it was, it was you manager Keith. He was the smartest and talented gay guy this side of the Mississippi. When each of you got in he greeted you one by one with an air kiss on the cheek. When you all were in a settled you decided to ask “Why am I being forced to go to this?” A groan escaped your lips and all the girls ignored you because you were known to be the one if you didn’t want to do something you would try your hardest to get out of it. “Y/n, honey I told you already. We are going to a Movie premier for the new Hunger Games now stop complaining and sit there and look hot.” You rolled your eyes deciding to let off some steam by opening a bottle of crisp champagne and pouring a good amount of it into the glass provided in the limo. It was a party and this is the only way you are going to relax.

Arriving at the venue was just like any other venue. The stars, in this case you, were to walk the red carpet and take pictures for the paparazzi and then go in to the venue area where the premier is being held.  After the thirty minutes of pictures and waiting everyone to be done you headed to your seats and started to order your drinks and meals for the evening. That was one of the only reasons you loved premiers, the open bar and food at all corners of the place.

“Hey I’m going to go find the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You stated just after the waiter left from taking your order. Everyone nodded then got back to their conversations so you decided to leave on just that. There were a lot of very well known stars there so on your way to the bathroom you mingled with a bit of people. Walking out of the venue in to the main hall you noticed that there was on ‘out of order’ sign on both the girls and the boy’s bathroom and an arrow pointing to the elevator. This meant that you had to use the restrooms on the upper level. So you spilled into the elevator with about 7 other people. Getting done, you walked over to the full sized mirror to smooth your dress out and take a few bathroom selfies. As you walk out you notice the doors to the elevator just closed so you’re going to have to wait for the next. While editing your photo with a few filters you sense someone behind you and you stiffen up a little bit. “Nice picture.” Said the deep seductive voice from behind you.  You glanced back with a smirk playing on your lips but when you saw who the comment came from you were shocked. A quite ‘thanks’ and you locking your phone was the only thing that you could do at the moment. You were practically trembling. “Uh. I’m Dylan” He stated. “Yeah I know.” You cut him off. You didn’t mean to come out bitchy but you were nervous after all. He chuckled. “And your name would be?” When you turned back you finally saw all of him. He was dressed in a white button up with the sleeved rolled up to his elbows. His pants fit him perfectly and his hair was tossed messily but in a clean cut kind of way. He looks amazing. You realized you were staring. “Oh, yeah- I’m Y/n.” He looked taken aback. “Oh you are that really famous model, wow it’s a pleasure.” His kind words rolled of his tongue out of his lips and made you blush. “The pleasures all mind O’Brien.” When you said that he licked his lips. You watched and wondered what it would be like to kiss his soft pink lips. The elevator doors opened and reveled no one inside. “After you.” He was such a gentle man. You smiled strutting passed him.

The elevator was painfully uncomfortable. Not from awkwardness but from sexual tension. Ever since you first saw Dylan in Teen Wolf you had a mega crush on him. After a silent ride, the doors opened and you flew out of there. You couldn’t deal with anymore silence.  For some reason you had no confidence around him, he made you very nervous, but in a good way.  Getting back to your seat you calmed down just a bit. “Jesus did you die in there?” Said your best friend Ashley. “No but I almost did when freaking Dylan O’Brien commented on the selfie I took. Then he said it was a pleasure to meet me!” You exclaimed. Everybody went silent at your table. They all at once started asking you questions. You were just as overwhelmed as they were. Then your food came and the movie started right after.

After eating you all decided to go get a drink and since you were pretty alcoholed out you stayed at the table as most of them left. When you had the feeling of eyes on you, you looked up and striated ahead was Dylan. His friend Tyler was yapping his ear off but his eyes were on you and so as his mind. You seductively smiled while taking a slow and painful sip of your white wine. He winked and licked his lips once again. You bit your lip and got up and moved to the direction of the open bar. Getting thee you ordered their fruitiest drink they have and waited to see if Dylan got the hint. You almost gave up 5 minutes after leaving your table, but a hand coming to rest on the small of your back and him telling the bartender for vodka on ice made you think otherwise. You smiled trying to act as coy as possible.  As you tuned to him he didn’t look at you, “Your ass does things to me.” He stated. He was pretty blunt but you liked blunt it made things interesting. “What things are we talking about?” You moved closer. “Well it makes me want to do things to you.” Licking his lips again you smirked. “What things?” You liked making him confess. “Things I can’t do in here.” This sent a ting to your core. Whispering up in his ear “Then let’s get out of here.”

You made some dumb excuse to your friends that you weren’t feeling well and you wanted to just go back to your room. They apologized and said there goodbyes. Walking out on to the busy L.A streets you were grabbed by the waist by large hand. You yelped. “My place or yours?” He whispered into your neck and sucking on your sensitive nerves. “Yours baby.” Was all you could choke out? Grabbing you by your hand he brought you to his amazing white Lamborghini. You were shocked when you got in. This was a dream and you were living it. The drive up the Hollywood hills was fast and of course he lived in a huge house.  Walking in it was very cleaned and well organized for a bachelor’s house. He noticed you confusion. “I haven’t been here lately; I’ve been in London shooting a movie.” He said pouring wine into two glasses. You nodded. Right now all you cared about was him.

You decided to be a little brave “How about we swim.” You suggested. He looked at his pool then back at you. “Well what about your swimming suit?” He asked. You slowly unzipped your dress down and stepped out of it. He looked up and down you, but your panty cover pussy was what he wanted. You smiled taking the glass from him and strutting out onto the back patio. Sitting slipping two feet into the pool you could tell he was near you and when he started to undress into just his boxers was when you got really excited. As he hopped into shallow part of the pool he moved towered you. His abs flexing as the cool water inched up his dry now wet torso.  Getting to you he moved between your legs and cups your ass from the back. You squealed in response and wrapped your legs around him to pull him closer. That’s when he surprised you with a kiss, his lips were soft. You moaned and his hand wrapped around you to unclip your strapless bra. It fell off your torso his hands then moved to groap and grab them. His skillful hands worked wonders on your breast as he sucked them and licked them. It surprised you when you were suddenly yanked into the water and turned so you were facing away from Dylan. As he pulled your now wet panties down he rubbed his finger through your soaked pussy. “So wet for me baby, naughty girl.” Once he finished his sentence he rammed his huge hard dick into you giving you no time to adjust. “DYLAN!” “Yes princess?” He asked. You moaned in response.

You were nearing your third and final orgasm when you told him you needed to come and he let you. It was like opening the flood gates and it was for him too. As you both came down from your highs you were wrapped around his torso holding on for dear life. You got a liking for being in his arms so he carried you to his bed and you both feel asleep from just having mind blowing sex.  

I may be in the USA, but I know it’s January 8th in the UK at the time I’m posting this, soooo... Happy 75th birthday, Stephen Hawking!

Stephen Hawking is not autistic, BUT…

If you took his computer away, he would fit into the category of a nonverbal person who needs lots of daily help and can’t make his communications understood*. He started out able-bodied and slowly became disabled as his ALS progressed. That means he was able to prove his competence long before he needed a wheelchair or AAC device.

Communication is a very slow process (one or two words a minute) for him because he has to compose what he wants to say letter by letter using the sensor on his glasses, which reads his cheek movements. Interviewers often send him their questions in advance so he can prepare his responses before the interview. Otherwise, it would take him all day. “Unscripted” things often edit the long periods between someone saying something and him responding.

A fun aside: Stephen’s cheek switch makes beeping noises when he’s typing. He spends a lot of time typing while being wheeled from place to place.

One of Stephen’s frustrations is he notices people are afraid to talk to him, or if they do they go off to something else while he’s trying to compose a response. Rude! I swear, if I ever met this man and someone tried to engage me when I’m waiting for him to compose a response, I will put my hand up and say “Excuse me, I’m talking to him right now” and return my attention to Stephen. I’m willing to be patient for him because I understand the frustration of feeling pressured to say something and not being able to say it fast enough.

Also, he has admitted that he’s shy and finds it hard to talk to people he doesn’t know. That’s gotta be hard when a lot of people ‘know’ him!

It’s kind of ironic that he popped up on the world’s radar because of his book A Brief History of Time. Suddenly the world knew the face of the really smart guy in the wheelchair with the robot voice. He’s as much of a pop culture icon as he is a physicist. He been in Star Trek: the Next Generation, The Simpsons and The Big Bang Theory. He even mentioned that he would love to play the big bad villain in a James Bond movie because he thinks the wheelchair and robot voice would fit the part XD!!

But consider this: what if Stephen Hawking was just a factory worker or store cashier? What if he was born disabled and unable to speak? Totally different picture, especially since he grew up in an era where disabled people were often institutionalized. 

Stephen’s visibility has done something else: it’s normalized his very visible disability. I don’t think a lot of people see him as “other” or “lesser”. His wheelchair and speech synthesizer voice are part of his persona, part of him. He’s adamant about keeping the voice he’s been using since the 80′s because it’s so distinctly him.

I dare you to try and picture modern-day Stephen Hawking without the wheelchair. It’s impossible, isn’t it? Seeing him sitting in his wheelchair with his computer screen mounted in front of him has become so normal that he looks tiny and vulnerable without it. 

Interestingly, one of the only occasions I’ve ever seen him photographed without his wheelchair (and sans glasses, too!) was when he experienced zero gravity. He absolutely did not need his AAC device to tell anyone he was having fun, it’s obvious by his expression.

(Above photos were before he started using a ventilator. The tube coming from his pantleg contained all the leads that monitored his vital signs. The apple was a nod to Isaac Newton. :D )

Stephen Hawking is probably one of the most famous disabled people in the world. Not everyone knows his name, but they know “that science guy in the wheelchair with the robot voice”. He is able to shine and show his knowledge because people worked with him to help him communicate effectively again when an emergency tracheostomy rendered him unable to speak. 

He can’t drive his wheelchair anymore due to his ALS. His current chair has two joysticks. One in the usual place and one behind his headrest. He currently uses a ventilator, but I don’t know for sure if it’s breathing for him or just assisting his natural breathing. He needs other people to do literally every physical task involved with taking care of himself. 

And you know what? You don’t see videos of Stephen Hawking’s caregivers helping him on or off the toilet. The man could be wearing a diaper for all we know. He might have a catheter and colostomy for all we know. But we don’t know because his caregivers don’t tell the entire internet about it. You don’t see videos of him being bathed or having his clothes put on. People respect his dignity and privacy for the most part.

While I am curious about how he gets taken care of in day to day situations, I understand that it’s none of my business unless he wants it to be.

So what’s the point of this post besides acknowledging Stephen Hawking’s birthday?

Why can’t the caregivers of nonverbal autistic people who need lots of daily help and can’t make their communications understood treat autistic people with the same amount of dignity offered to Stephen Hawking?

Stop making disabled people mere spectators in their own stories. Give us autism documentaries by autistic people.

Once again, Stephen Hawking shows us how it’s done. Here’s a documentary about his life, narrated by him. It was made in 2013.

* * * WARNING: Video has some flashing that may trigger seizures or migraines. 

* * * TW: Needles, food, alcohol and abortion mention.

*He has some facial gestures that he uses to communicate with his closest caregivers, but I haven’t been able to see them clear enough to pick them out.

The Coldest Winter

Originally posted by lordgolemord

Prompt: Based off coldest winter by Pentatonix.

Warnings: Sadness
(I may make a second part if you want… Also It’s made on my phone I’ll edit it later)

On lonely nights I start to fade
Her love’s a thousand miles away
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend will I ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter

Newt stared blankly at the small room in his tiny house. The room was barren only a leather-bound book sat on a desk. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered why he came here. He sat down at the desk biting his lip nervously. After a moment he opened the book.

A girl smiled up at him. A large winter coat had swallowed her body. She tilted her head laughing slightly with little specks of white drifting down. Their very first date…. Water splashed against the photo and Newt quickly wiped it off.

How could he let that happen… He wiped his eyes trying to ignore the shaking of his hands. He was stupid so stupid… Pickett let out a small chirp of concern peaking his head out. He looked at the man curiously.

Newt’s lively eyes were dull with tears sparking in them. His chest felt as if it had frozen over along with the weather.

“What have I done Pickett…” He mumbled quietly.

It’s 4 am and I can’t sleep
Her love is all that I can see
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend will I ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter

(Y/n) sat at the table biting her lip to keep the sobs from coming out. Her heart felt as if it had shattered with the ornaments. Colorful shards of glass covered the floor from the tantrum she had witnessed earlier.

She didn’t know what made Newt so mad all of sudden. It was so unlike him that she was afraid for a moment he would of hurt her. She knew it was silly, but seeing how he did this damage…. He had been moody for weeks, but she just thought it was the pressure about his book. He had came in today and took it out on the Christmas tree. Shoving past it as if it didn’t exist. She had worked so hard on it…

Something warm slid down her cheek splintering against the table. (Y/n) couldn’t do it…. She couldn’t stand how much this hurt her. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She packed her bags and that very moment she left. Leaving only a sheet of paper nestled on her pillow.

Goodbye my friend will I ever love again

That morning Newt woke up feeling extremely guilty. He sat up yawning and ran a hand through his hair. Recently the ministry was on his back to finish his book, and it seemed yesterday he cracked. Especially since a little Occamy he rescued didn’t make it. He took it out on (Y/n) and he knew he needed to apologize.

He had noticed your absence in bed, but had only thought you went to work. So he ate and made his way into his case. When he came back out that night though something was wrong. You were still gone…. He started frantically searching through the house. “(Y/n)!?” He had almost called the ministry when he saw the note. With shaking hands he hesitantly opened it.

Dear Newt,

I’m sorry…. With your behaviour I can’t stay anymore…. I’ve started fearing for my safety and have decided it’s best if we find new people. I know you’ll be fine… You always have been. I wish you the best with your book and with your life… Love, (Y/n)

Newt’s hands were shaking now as something choked his heart. He stroked the water stains on the paper from your tears. When he put it away there was a few more then before.

If spring can take the snow away
(If spring can take the snow away)

Can it melt away all of our mistakes

(Can it melt away all of our mistakes)
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend (goodbye my friend)
Will I ever love again

Memories made in the coldest winter

Pickett let out a small chirp of worry when a strangled sob left Newt’s mouth. He buried his face in his hand while his body shook with quiet sobs. Pickett hastily tried to talk to Newt now panicked by the man’s state.

Newt couldn’t stop think of (Y/n)…. He wanted her back. He wanted to prove that he was sorry. That he would never do it again. He… he wanted to take it back. His eyes burned and he struggled for breath. How could this happen…. how could he let this happen….

Pickett chirped again and the man let out a sob. “I’m s-so sorry,” He choked out feeling his throat constrict at the thought of her. “I’m s-so… so sorry….” Pickett’s eyes softened as he watched Newt sadly.

Goodbye my friend I won’t ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter

Newt wiped his tears but they wouldn’t stop falling. He got up nearly knocking the chair over, as he stumbled to bed. He collapsed there letting out another sob. He closed his eyes and found himself curled up in a ball after awhile. Pickett had crawled to Newt and was trying to wipe Newt’s tears away.

Newt sniffled finally catching his breath. “I-I’m so sorry (Y/n)….” He nestled under the covers as a few more tears escaped his eyes as he stared at the empty space across from him. “Good night (Y/n),” He mumbled as if saying it would bring the girl back.

Pickett let out a sad chirp as the man finally drifted off to sleep.

artesiant  asked:

Megan consider this: ML youtuber AU

Now with art from the very lovely @artesiant HERE

YES! Considered and I love it already dang ok

  • Alright, so Marinette is this spunky girl with a great mind and a lot of potential. Unfortunately, she’s stuck in the life of a girl who gets bullied and can’t stand up for herself. Her solution? YouTube! 
  • She finds it much easier to talk online, and even when she does get mean comments or the like, it’s much easier to deal with things when she doesn’t have to do it face to face in front of her peers.
  • Her username is MiraculousLadybug, and she makes a lot of videos on how to craft things, yoyo tricks, let’s plays, and even a few self-defense videos. 
  • She started this trend of youtubers painting on a mask, and while hers is to help hide who she actually is, others do it for fun

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Dr. Chuck Tingle has authored some of the 21st Century’s most important works, including I’m Gay for My Billionaire Jet Plane, Vampire Night Bus Pounds My Butt and the extraordinarily timely Hunter Dentist Pounded in the Butt by Cecil the Handsome Unicorn.

Having requested an interview, Kindle Cover Disasters was given the rare honor of talking to the writer, father and Tae Kwon Do Master. What follows can only be described as the most illuminating and erotic discourse in the history of words.

KCD: Please talk us through your writing process. What does your typical work day look like?

CT: typical day in Billings is waking up early for meditation and thinking up new tinglers. gotta start off with a big spagetti breakfast first though (try not to get stains on your sheets you goofball thats not a cool guy look and it makes you sleep bad when youve got sauce in your hair) Most of the time me and son name of Jon will walk to Starbucks and talk about all sorts of fun stuff, then he goes to work and I keep watch over the house in case Ted Cobbler (DEVILMAN) tries to sneak in a cast a spell. Sometimes ill sing songs to the bird in the alley out back and they sing to me too and tell me secrets from the neighborhood.

I understand you were awarded your PhD by DeVry University. What was your experience of this prestigious educational institution?

Devry is a VERY FAMOUS school with lots of doctors and other handsome types (big timers in suits sayin “whacha gonna do hot shot, KISS ME?”) this is an important place for all men who kiss and for scientific evidence that love is real.  Most of the time going there is just sitting at your computer screen typing questions that your son jon left for you. makes me feel like a buckaroo and THATS THAT next question.

When you sit down to write a Tingler do you outline first or simply go where the mood takes you?

thanks when i write tinglers I like to have the idea planned out in my head like whos kissing who or whats gonna happen when the plane has cute abs. then i start to write and the funny feeling gets going kinda embarrasing you know? but thats how i know its a good tingler. that takes a whole day of real hard work and then I give it to my son for editing. he is so handsome with really great calves and abs hes been working on them so hard and im so happy for him. (one day i want to be just like my son he is my everything and he is the worlds most PERFECT man in a normal way nothing weird). PLEASE UNDERSTAND that it is normal for a man to want to watch his son LEARN his body and want to be inside of him like a growing twin.

You’re known to design your own highly lauded and remarkably attention-grabbing book covers. How important do you think a book’s cover is to its success?

covers are very important thats my favorite part of all tinglers. just find a nice photo of a handsome man and put him into the story, make it looks like everyones having a good time like nobody fights or ever yells. words show that love is the soul of books and covers show that imagination is real. thanks.

Your books tend to be fairly short in length. Do you have any plans to write a more substantial Tingler?

tinglers are suppose to be short like a little kick in the pants to get you going thats just the way the cookie crumbles. sometimes longer is better though so I have novel called Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass and also working on new novel about the Unicorn Butt Cops: Billings Division teaming up with a regular old office wizard that is very, very long like an epic lord of the rings with butt pounding thank you.

How do you deal with negative reviews? (assuming you’ve experienced them).

all negative reviews are hacks from the scoundrel TED COBBLER evil man who lives down the street and causes most crime in Billings. he is a snake in the grass and a devilman with no soul. Ted Cobbler hacked into the amazon mainframe and said bad things about books for real love but guess what buddy CAUGHT YOU now you look like a goofball just like when you drive down the street in your hotshot new car nobody cares idiot.

What do you do to relax between books?

used to relaxed with Tae Kwon Do but some goofball parents said i was too old for the glass anymore so now ive been working on spells and new ways of looking at ideas like an idea about turning the air into milk and that kind of thing. cant think too much anymore though when my wifes ghost is hanging around moaning all night or sitting in the tub in the dark.

Who are you favorite writers?

Stephens King, Mike Criton and Chibs Pratt espically when that wrote book name of CLOWN MAN. Also book name of CIRLCE about a guy underwater who likes to imagine octopus arms and guess what buddy there coming out in real life. this is proof that imagination in the soul of real books for all men.

What words of wisdom do you have for other authors looking to make inroads into the erotic milieu?

dont know what a meleu is but probably tell them that books make love real so write those.  best thing to do is write from your heart make up stories that make you tingle deep down inside your butts heart or maybe things about kissing that makes you want to cover your eyes but take a peek?

Finally, what question do you wish I’d asked but didn’t?

please ask question about REMOVING MY OWN SKIN to be a more handsome man. thanks.

Dr. Chuck Tingle’s Complete Guide to Romance is available for purchase HERE.


Hi y’all. The admins wanted me to post my audition scenario, so here it is! This is the first smut I ever wrote, and though it’s been edited, it’s still quite subpar, in my opinion. But I hope you like it anyway! :)

- Admin I

**Smut warning!**

They say arranged marriages teach one how to love, and Y/N found this to be true, at least in her case.

She knew she loved Junmyeon the first time she saw him. Despite those harsh brown eyes and the blank expression on his face, he was easily the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. She had never wanted someone’s affection so desperately before.

What started out as an undesired business transaction between two conglomerates soon became the best thing to ever happen to Y/N.

If only Junmyeon felt the same way.

A year into their marriage and he had not once looked at Y/N with tenderness. He married her because it was his duty as the sole heir to his family’s business empire. And sure, Y/N and him were intimate, but all they did was fuck. Not make love.

He would come home every few nights, all dark circles and aching limbs, after spending most of the week at the Busan branch. He’d climb on top of Y/N, or her on top of him, depending on how tired he was, and it was over as soon as he was done. He’d fall asleep, and Y/N would steal a quick minute by herself in the bathroom, so she could, too.

It was their wedding anniversary tonight, but seeing as it was a Tuesday, still early in the week, Y/N didn’t expect Junmyeon to come home. 

She glared at the pile of lace and silk on her bed, mad herself for buying something that would ultimately go to waste.

Junmyeon stepped inside the house quietly, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door, and putting his bags down in the middle of the hall. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, partly due to the raging headache he had, and partly in irritation. His mother had called him at work and forced him to go home tonight, screaming that it was his and Y/N’s wedding anniversary, and that he probably didn’t even remember.

Huh, he scoffed. As if I could forget.

Junmyeon could never forget the day he married Y/N. It was the day he fell in love with her.

Y/N wasn’t like all the other girls of their social rank. Though she grew up wealthy, she wasn’t an ounce self-centred. Instead, she was kind, graceful, intelligent, and most of all, she put up with him. 

Junmyeon had heard about how Y/N hadn’t wanted to marry him. When the wedding continued as planned, he figured Y/N had been forced into it by her family.

So even though he wanted to tell her all this, to hold her close and be the cause of her laughter, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to trouble Y/N more than he already had, and for that reason, he kept himself at a distance.

Junmyeon rubbed the back of his neck, sighing heavily and dreading what came next. He loosened the tie around his neck, and with a heavy heart, made his way over to the bedroom.

It’s late. Y/N is probably asleep by now, he thought.

Y/N studied her reflection in the mirror after slipping into the unreasonably expensive underwear.

I look good, she thought. Eat your heart out, Kim Junmyeon.

She fell back onto her bed, exasperated. She caught sight of the wedding photo on her bedside table, and she couldn’t help but think how handsome Junmyeon looked in his dark grey tuxedo. She paled in comparison. 

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to get her mind off Junmyeon, but he was all she could think about.

She imagined him coming home and seeing her like this, imagined all the things he would do to her. Just thinking about it turned her on beyond belief. 

With uncontrolled actions, she ran her hands over the swell of her breasts, letting out a breathy sigh. Slowly, she dared herself to go lower, caught up in her fantasy. 

Panting and sighing, she trailed one hand all over her body while the other slowly, methodically stroked her most sensitive part. Soft whimpers slipped past her lips as she dove deeper into her thoughts.

For a second, Y/N thought she sensed the heat of someone’s gaze on her. She didn’t open her eyes, ascribing the odd feeling to her imagination.

She slowed her touches, before stopping completely. Bringing her hands up to her breasts, she massaged them, softly grazing her thumbs over her hard nipples, sighing between breaths. She pulled gently on her nipples, a warm, wet feeling growing between her legs.

Y/N let her moans grow louder as she tugged harder on her nipples, pressing her heels into the mattress. Unable to take the torture anymore, she slowly trailed her fingers down her torso. As she swept her palm over her mound, whispering Junmyeon name, she was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath from across the room.

Her eyes flashed open and there he was, mouth open, eyes dark. He swallowed heavily. 

“Please don’t stop.”

Junmyeon opened the door to his bedroom, trying to be as silent as possible, so as not to wake Y/N. He was shocked at what he found.

Y/N was sprawled out on the bed, eyes closed and legs parted, as she pleasured herself. He knew he should say something, but he couldn’t find the words. He had never seen this side of her before. Her cheeks flushed, her hair splayed around her head, and her mouth open in a silent moan. He’d never seen her look so sexy. She was beautiful, and he wanted her, badly.

Then she said his name, and he must’ve done something to alert her to his presence, because she stopped. She gaped up at him, eyes wide with panic.

“Please don’t stop,” he breathed.

For a moment she just looked at him. Then without breaking eye contact, she slipped her hand underneath the thin material of her underwear and moaned.

Junmyeon started to cross the room towards her. Without breaking eye contact, Y/N slipped her hand into her underwear and ran a fingertip down her slit, moaning softly at the contact.

Before she knew it he was on the bed next to her. He pressed his mouth against hers, desperately. He wanted her. He had always wanted her.

He reached down for her hand and brought it up between them. Never breaking his gaze, he brought her soaking fingers to his lips and gently sucked each one clean.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “You taste amazing.”

Y/N gasped as Junmyeon’s hand glided up her stomach to where her arm lay across her breasts. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, gulping. His eyes flitted over her figure like a man starving.

“Can I…” he choked, unable to form a coherent sentence, “Please?”

Y/N nodded, drawing her arm away, and revealing all of herself to him. Junmyeon moaned at the sight, and Y/N could feel his erection against her leg, as he brushed his hands over her in an achingly gentle manner. 

He grazed his thumbnail across her nipple, and her back arched up off the bed.

“Ahh!” she cried out.

Then his lips were on hers again, breathing in her moans as he pulled and twisted her nipples between his fingers.

Y/N was getting impatient. She parted her legs slightly, allowing Junmyeon to slip one hand between them. He slowly began to move lower, working his lips down her neck. Finally, he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the very tip of it, then grazing it with his teeth and gently biting down.

Y/N was shaking now. Her hand moved between her legs, but Junmyeon grabbed her arm, stopping her. He lowered his head to her ear.

“It’s my turn to tease you, Y/N,” he whispered.

Junmyeon captured her other nipple between his lips, eliciting a gasp, before slowly tracing his tongue down her body. He parted her legs until they were spread wide enough for him to move between them, and began kissing his way up the inside of her thigh, stopping a few inches away from the damp material covering her.

Y/N trembled, her breathing coming quick and shallow. Junmyeon trailed his fingertips steadily up her thigh to the very edge of the fabric. Y/N gasped and bit down hard on her lower lip. Slowly, he ran his finger over the folds of her aching core.

“Mmm… ahhh!” she cried, her entire body tensing up.

She thrusted her hips upwards, desperately trying to find more pressure, but Junmyeon pushed her hips back down onto the bed firmly. 

Holding her still, Junmyeon lowered his mouth to her and pressed his lips against the wet material. Y/N groaned in frustration. Her skin was on fire, her face flushed and sweaty, she’d never wanted so desperately to be touched. 

Junmyeon carefully pulled her underwear to one side before lowering his mouth to her again, close enough that she could feel his breath on her. He touched his lips softly to her labia, his touch agonizingly delicate, Then he pressed a kiss just above her swollen clit. Y/N cried out in frustration. 

She squirmed underneath him as Junmyeon traced his tongue along the length of her slit, stopping just short of her most sensitive place.

“Please…” she whimpered.

Junmyeon knew he was being cruel, but they had both waited so long, he figured another minute wouldn’t hurt. He repeated the process several times, giving gentle kisses and a long, slow lick. Y/N’s pleas grew louder with each turn, her movements becoming more and more urgent, and Junmyeon struggled to hold her still.

Fed up with his teasing, Y/N wrapped her hand around Junmyeon’s head and pulled him towards her centre. He didn’t resist, sinking his his tongue into her and moving north.

As his tongue ran over her clit, her entire body went rigid, and she groaned deeply. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen bud a few times, and then closed his lips around her. Y/N shuddered underneath him. 

He sucked gently on her and she cried out, holding his head in place and grinding against his mouth.

Y/N muttered his name repeatedly, clenching the sheets between her fists, her head rolled to one side, as he ran his tongue over her clit. She couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Junmyeon moved under her legs, bringing them over his shoulders. He ran his tongue back up her slit. Then, teasing her lips further apart, he tentatively probed her heat. Y/N let out a low moan and pushed her hips forward, forcing his tongue deeper inside. 

He pulled out and gently pushed into her again. She squealed, writhing against him as he worked his tongue in and out, finding a rhythm with her movements.

Junmyeon paused and glanced up at Y/N’s face. A sheen of sweat covered her skin and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. 

He closed his lips firmly around her and sucked hard, drawing tight circles over her clit, gradually increasing pace. He pushed harder, losing himself in her until the world disappeared, her pleasure being his only goal. 

Y/N wrapped her legs around Junmyeon’s neck and pushed her head into her pillow as the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had crashed over her.

“Oh… God!” 

She shattered beneath him, her body arching into the waves of pleasure. 

Y/N continued to tremble and convulse for minutes after, panting heavily. Eventually, she opened her eyes, suddenly feeling self conscious in the position she was in.

Junmyeon climbed back up her body, entangling his fingers in her hair, and kissing her deeply. Then he pulled back to look at her. Even in this flustered and disheveled state, she was stunning

“Junmyeon…” Y/N stammered, unable to get the words out, terrified that he’ll reject her again, “I… I…”

“I love you,” Junmyeon said softly.

Y/N looked at him in wonder.

“You do?”

Junmyeon chuckled, a sound Y/N had never heard before. 

He rested his forehead on hers, holding her gaze. Then, without warning, he slowly pushed his hips into her, letting out a low growl as he did. His bulge strained against the front of his pants painfully as he rubbed himself against her core. Y/N’s breathing quickened. 

Junmyeon brushed his lips over hers, one hand behind her head while the other reached down to undo his belt.

“Let me prove it.”