and this is how i spent my afternoon

anonymous asked:

How about a blurb where harry shows his girlfriend how he edits/records a song etc? it could be cute/fluffy/smutty ??

I could hear the soft rumble of bass coming from the basement the moment I opened the front door which meant one thing.  Harry was downstairs in the studio.  Usually I avoided going down there when he was in creative mode.  I didn’t want to bother him or get in the way.  He always used to tell me how hard it was for him to get going on an idea so I didn’t want to take him out of the zone.

But today, today was different.  I had spent the morning arguing with my mother about living in Harry’s house even though we weren’t married.  She was a southern belle and you “just didn’t do that” where she came from.

The afternoon was a series of one meeting after another where the males in my company felt it necessary to speak to me as if I were stupid.

And somewhere in the middle was a lunch that I spilled on myself after the fork went through they styrofoam.

I needed comfort, closeness, familiarity.

I needed Harry.

Was it selfish?  To go downstairs and interrupt him just because I’d had a bad day?  It was.  I admit it.  But I just needed a few minutes of cuddling while he kissed my hair and held me close.  I promised myself I’d go right back upstairs and leave him alone.

I crept down the stairs as silently as possible, making my way to the door.  I heard the playback of a song he had probably just laid down the voice track for.  Perfect timing for me to get in and get out.

I knocked twice,


“Come on in, Love.”  He said without hesitation.

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So I came home from work today and there was a kindle addressed to me that I did not remember ordering. I spent the afternoon trying to figure out how I accidentally purchased a kindle from Amazon, and when I came back from hanging out with Catherine, I told my parents, guys, you will not believe what I accidentally ordered for myself. 

“Huh,” said Dad very casually. “Did you get charged for it?” 

I spent the next five minutes checking my bank account and came back into the living room to announce, “No, I didn’t. Do you think it’s a mistake? But it has my name on it! what does this mean”

It was around the time that I started to sound panicked that Dad confessed to buying it for me (“I didn’t realize the mystery of it would be so terrifying”). Which was very, very sweet and slightly unfortunate because yesterday I purchased a replacement kindle for myself. 

So anyway, we now have a family kindle 


I always loved aang’s reaction

no jealousy, no misplaced avatar superiority complex, no wtf I just spent the entire afternoon trying to move that stupid puddle and she picks it up in 0.534 seconds what is this

he’s just so impressed and happy for katara and all “oh my god my girlfriend is the greatest waterbender in the world look at her go she could punch me in the face and I’d thank her holy spirits

honestly what a snowball

one. Every morning leaves me with a mouthful of sorrow. I tell myself that’s because missing you is like an ache but that’s not all true: I miss you, I do, but more than that I miss myself when I was with you, I miss the girl lost in the wildflowers with her eyes open. Eventually the mornings fade into afternoons spent on the couch sifting through maps and ticket stubs and photos littered across the coffee table, a shrine to all the places we’ve been and never will again, but the weight on my tongue never lifts.

two. Sometimes I spend hours listening to your favorite songs to drown out the sound of the girl in the wildflowers calling my name, I think about how you were always full of dreams and ideas and ink-smudged maps with roads that led on and on until the end of forever, you were always so much, you were always more, and I think I was more when I was with you, too.

three. One year ago I buried two fallen angels beneath the wildflowers in the meadow behind our neighborhood, two children with fragile, brittle bones and decaying wings, the evening light paling our haloes and washing the youth right out of our skin. I was too busy crying to realize one of them was still alive, still worth saving.

four. Today I’m going to dig up the girl in the wildflowers and kiss her dirt-streaked cheeks and hold her hand until it becomes warm again. (I won’t look at your body, but the thought of it will be a ghost in my head anyway, like it always is.) She and I will go traveling to all the places marked on our map that you and I wanted to—I think you would have liked that. We’ll hold hands and run into the horizon until, just for a moment, the light breaks around our edges and we blur into one person again, and it will feel just like coming home.

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Our Pet Monster

TW: Mentions of Pedophilia

When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a conspiracy among the kids there.

I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.

And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.

I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in, the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but the twins were ecstatic to meet me.

Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in and they needed equal teams to play their games with.

There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.

But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of them shared.

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5 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as semi non-con, burns and the slightest suggestive smut

Originally posted by shishikookie

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“I’m not waiting outside.” Taehyung commented, being unreasonable.

The two of you were shopping in the heart of Seoul, you needed more clothes and general bits and pieces if you were expected to live with him and the others at the manor house. You’d told Jin that you wanted to go shopping for skincare products and other necessities, knowing he would instantly understand and take you. Unfortunately for you Jin was with Jimin all day, meaning somebody else had to play bodyguard.

“You’re not coming in with me!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to cause a scene. “I don’t want you to see my underwear.” You explained, the two of you stood arguing outside an expensive lingerie store.

“Technically it’s not your underwear.” He protested, his large feline eyes rolling heavenward at your complaints. “You’re not going in alone.”

Yes I am.” You spat, handing him your other shopping bags as you stormed into the gorgeous floral scented shop. Suddenly a large hand grabbed onto yours, tugging you back until you crashed against something hard and unyielding. Snapping your head up you were met with the boxy smile of Taehyung, his brows wiggling animatedly as he stared down at you.

What are you doing?!” You tried to tear your hand away from his but it was useless, his grip was like that of a bear trap. You looked to his other hand, where he held five heavy shopping bags effortlessly in his giant palm, how was that even possible?

“Hi, yes-, hello.” Taehyung cooed at the slender sales assistant you hadn’t even noticed approaching you, disappointment washed over her delicate features as her eyes eventually landed on yours and Taehyung’s entwined fingers.
“My girlfriend needs some lingerie, is anybody available?”

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All I Ask Of You

A @mlsecretsanta​ gift for @miraculouspaon​! Some fluffly Marichat for you!

Have a Happy Holliday!

NOTE: This fic includes songs and lyrics from various musicals, so scattered throughout are links to youtube videos for those songs. Enjoy!

Chat Noir loves musicals.

It really shouldn’t surprise me. Cats exists, of course he loves musicals. After he found out I’m into musicals, it’s all he talks about when we’re on patrol. But I can’t even remember how we got on the subject. I think I was humming a few bars of ‘76 Trombones’ from The Music Man one day and he recognized it instantly. He started talking about various musicals he’d seen, either live or recorded, musicals he wanted to see (Hamilton and The Lion King topped the list), and his favorite songs from each. Which leads me to my second discovery.

Chat Noir has a beautiful voice.

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A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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Where She Went (Part 2)


pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup, fate (and a well-timed cello concert) brought them together in NYC. they had a lot of catching up to do.

warnings: swearing, mentions of car wrecks and death, smut at the end because i’m still me after all.

word count: 6,459

a/n: ayyy it’s day five of the @hamwriters write-a-thon which is reverse POV day. this is a continuation of my lit day fic, linked at the top of this post, and i can’t tell u how to live ur life but it really would make more sense if you read that first. love u!!!!!!!! hope it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“Daveed,” you breathe. “Hi- I, um…I hadn’t really figured you’d come backstage.”

Daveed shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room.

“Yeah, well…I almost didn’t,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Intersex Lily Luna Potter

My headcanons for intersex Lily Luna Potter:

While some intersex people are diagnosed later in life, Lily Luna was diagnosed as intersex at birth. The Healers immediately started debating the surgical procedures Lily Luna would need, only to be interrupted by Harry and Ron.

Harry: “is my baby healthy?”
Healer: “technically but…”
Harry *opening the delivery room door*: “so the baby is healthy?”
Healer “yes but surgery…”
Harry *steering the Healers towards the open door*: “oy Ron, does it sound like this person is saying that my baby is healthy?”
Ron *helping to crowd the Healers into the corridor*: “it does sound like they’re saying the baby is healthy”
Harry: “well if the baby is healthy I think we can put experimental, cosmetic surgeries on the back-burner, don’t you?”
Ron: *prying the Healer’s hands off the door frame* “yes that seems reasonable”
Harry: *pushing the door closed* “I think this conversation is over and…”
Healer: “Mr Potter I must insist…”
Ginny: *from the bed* “fucks sake, someone hold the baby and pass me my hexing stick”
*Molly silently hands Ginny her wand while the Healers back away from the door, hands raised in surrender*

Hermione disappeared to research intersex people in the magical world; returning a few hours later with half the Hogwarts Library and a stack of leaflets for intersex support groups. Two of which she’d actually helped found years before Lily Luna’s birth.

Harry was pleasantly surprised by The Prophet’s respectful announcement of Lily Luna’s birth (no misgendering, leaked medical details or speculation about the The Chosen One’s reaction). Harry later found out that within 72 hours of Lily Luna’s birth, Draco Malfoy had issued elaborate and terrifying threats of gender discrimination lawsuits to every magical editor in Britain.

Molly spent the next 3 months knitting the entire Weasley family bright yellow jumpers with purple O’s instead of the initials, inspired by the Intersex flag. Because there is no world where the Weasleys weren’t 110% extra about supporting their youngest grandchild.

When Lily Luna asked Aunt Fleur if wanting to know about makeup meant that they had to “choose” to be a girl Fleur stroked Lily Luna’s hair and told them that: “You know, the Beauxbaton’s boys were always so much better at applying makeup than the girls. They used to hold winged-eyeliner workshops in the Prefect’s bathrooms”. Lily Luna went home smiling and spent the rest of the afternoon teaching Al how to contour.

On their graduation from Hogwarts, Charlie invited Lily Luna out to the Dragon Reservations in Romania. They already knew that intersex characteristics were common among magical creatures but watching a flock of Scarlet Lilies at play still made Lily Luna well-up. Uncle Charlie may have also had something in his eye.


I started this post after realising that most of my headcanons for intersex Lily Luna won’t fit into my current fic. It’ll probably get a lot longer.

Please do let me know if you see anything insensitive or inaccurate in this post. It was written in consultation with two intersex people but I’m not personally intersex and welcome feedback :)

Originally posted by dino-net

(Warning: Smut Ahead) 

“It’s my birthday. I can have my cake and eat it too. Right, babe?”

It started out as a perfectly traditional celebration. You bought a boxed cake mix and looked up an easy recipe for tasty frosting, both chocolate, just as he liked, and spent the afternoon in the kitchen listening to music and baking love into the birthday cake for your wonderful boyfriend.

You weren’t at all sure how it turned into this. 

You were stripped completely naked, laying on the center of the kitchen table which you had so nicely covered in a cute little plastic birthday table cloth to match the birthday balloons and banner that surrounded. The cake, frosted with so much care, was now crumbled up into thick, crumbling handfuls and smeared all over your skin. 

Chan had decided that this is what he wanted as his birthday present. He was on top of you, shirt off, shoulder blades bulging with his head ducked down to suck at your chocolate covered tits, his hands sticky and pants hastily unzipped. 

His tongue lapped over you, sucking and biting at your skin and taking in the light salt of your sweat at the same time as the sweetness of all the frosting. 

He looked at you with a greedy devil’s eye before he hoisted your legs up over his shoulders. He had also put a good smearing of the cake here, making you whine out loudly as his hand roughly passed over your aching pussy. It was such a strange feeling, yourself getting more and more stimulated and dripping out into the thick substance that was sticking to your pussy.

He was eyeing you up like you were the best meal he had ever seen in his life.

When he went in with his strong tongue, hunger full and possessive, you knew you were done for. 

(happy birthday Chan!! -Tanisha<3)

The Cockpit

AKA the short story included at the end of special Waterstones copies of Broken Homes, which most of the RoL fandom don’t have access to. I happen to have a copy of that edition, and (seeing as how it’s impossible for the majority of the fandom to access it in any other way) have typed it all up below. Please enjoy, let me know if there are any typos, and note that I do not own copyright etc to the following:

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Domestic Bliss - Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Summary: Based on this post. Small vignettes of feelings of happiness wrapped in domesticity in the home of two people who love each other very much. 

Words: 2,189

Warnings: A couple swear words. 

A/N: I’ve finally accomplished every day of the Write-A-Thon! (No one mention how long it took, I hate myself too) I’m really excited for this because Day 7: #WriteForOak2k17 was my doing and there is always room to appreciate my sunshine boy. By the way, there are a couple songs mentioned in this one. I’ll link them in the text. Enjoy!

“I think I’m sort of drunk.”

“You’re not drunk, Oak.”

“No, really. I think I am.”

“Prove it.”

“I actually like this shitty music.”

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i fucking hate myself


A/N- I am so sorry this is so late. But here it is! I hope who ever requested it.. likes it. Anyway, thank you for requesting, I really appreciate it. 

Request- Can I get a scenario in where you are a famous rapper from America and you come to Korea to help BTS with their new album. While there Jungkook falls for you and Yoongi is like an older brother to you. 

Originally posted by pjmksj

Die with me y’all ^^^ 

Music was always a passion of yours since you were a young age. You would always be wrapping along to ‘This is how we do it’ and other fine classics. As you came into your teenage years you began to write and produce music as an underground rapper. It wasn’t until you were seventeen that you got scouted by an entertainment company. Your mom at first was like ‘hell no’, but your talent was undeniable. You could from lyrics that slayed and had true meaning, faster than anyone had ever down.  You went viral all over the world. You were dominating the charts. 

You were twenty now and better than ever. You were taking some time off to focus on producing. You could rap really well and write lyrics that spoke to people, but you were still a little inexperienced when it came to producing. So when you got asked to help BTS with there new album, you jumped at the opportunity. They were amazing. They wrote and produced everything and they all had such talented voices. Not to mention they’re all hot as fuck, who would say no? Nobody! 

Arriving in Korea was scary for you. You had never been this far from home before, nor were you the best at speaking Korea, but you could manage. BTS’ manager thought it would be best if you stayed in the dorm with the boys, to get to know them and it would be convenient. Knocking on their door was nerve wrecking as fuck. Would they like you? Would they think you were talented? Who knows… The door swing open, a boy much taller than you stood infront of you, he had black hair and a sleepy face. 

“You must be Y/N?” He sticks out his hand, you shake it. 

“Yeah, you must be Yoongi?” He nods, he grabs your bag and walks in. You follow him close behind. He sets your bag down against a wall. He walks over to the living room and plops down on the couch, you sit beside him. 

“Jin is still cleaning the room. You’ll be rooming with me ‘cause I’m the least perverted and I don’t stay up all night jerking off.” You giggle at his bluntness. 

“No, find your pleasure elsewhere?” You retort, making him smirk. 

“I think we’ll get on great!” He says lying back. “Boys, she’s here!” Yoongi shouts from his spot on the couch. One by one boys with different coloured hair entered the room, greeting you and taking there seats. The last to enter was a man, he was breath taking and his collar bones… Fuck. 

“That’s Jungkook.” Yoongi tells you, smirking. Little bitch obviously saw how you can’t take your eyes off him. 

“I’m Jin, I made you your bed and cleaned the room for you. We are all going to try and make you as comfortable as possible and we are all going to be clean, right boys?” They all grunt in agreement. 

“Ahh, don’t your selves out. I grew up with brothers, so I am used to mess.” You tell them, not wanting them to make a big deal out of you being there. 

The rest of the day you settle in and meet all the boys. Their all really nice, but fuck are the hot. It doesn’t help that they walk around shirtless. You spent the afternoon with Namjoon and Yoongi, showing them a few of the tracks your produced and rapped on. They were amazed, not expecting so much talent from a kid. 

“So Y/N, how did you get into to rapping?” Hoseok asks, your all sitting around the living room getting to know each other. 

“Ehh, I guess it was my love from 90s cheesy rap songs. I got obsessed with memorising lyrics and learning the beats from songs and how they were made.” You tell them all, they look at you with admiration. Jungkook stare made you nervous, his gaze was melting your core.

“To be honest, you don’t look like a rapper, you’re too adorable.” Taehyung says, sending you hearts. 

“This bitch.” you scoff, they all look at you shocked, like you can’t curse. “Just cause I don’t wear chains or have an ass the size of the moon, doesn’t mean I can’t rap.” 

“Tae, she raps a million times better than you.” Namjoon says, Taehyung pretends he got shoot. Over dramatic bitch. 

You looked all the boys, they treated you just like one of them. Which you loved. But Jungkook didn’t really care to notice you all that much, he stared at you all the time, was there something on your face? You worked diligently along side the Yoongi and Namjoon. Yoongi was really there for you though. He new you were missing home, he spent a lot of his free time with you. He was like family to you right now. He took care of you, he even got you tampons when you needed then. 

You always waited till late to get in the shower, you didn’t want anyone walking in on you or anything. So you got your towel and went to the bathroom. You opened the door, to see Jungkook just in his bowers. You couldn’t stop staring, it was like he was sent by the gods, he was glorious. When you finally snapped out of your daze, you let out a scream. You quickly turned around and tried to walk out, but hit your head off the door. You groan and run. 

Jesus you just walked in on a practically naked Jungkook. Well that’s an image to save. You hide in your room for the rest of the day. 

Jungkook P.O.V 

You had just ran out on him, and all he could think was how cute were you. He couldn’t help but agree with Taehyung, you are adorable. He sees how nerves you get around him, you blush, can’t meet his eyes. He thought it was just the cutest thing. And fuck your body to him was a temple, he wanted to worship. The way your hips swayed when you walked, the baby hairs at the back of your hair when you tied it up, you were just gorgeous to him. 

He couldn’t help but giggle the next morning, when you avoid him. Not able to look at him. 

“Hyung, I was wondering could you get Y/N to help me with begin? I could use her in put.” Jungkook innocently asks. 

“Sure, just don’t stay too late tonight. We have a fan meet tomorrow.” Namjoon replies, continuing his work. 

“Thanks Hyung!” Jungkook bounces off to go text you. 

Jungkook- Hey Y/N, Hyung said you can help me today! Meet me in studio in 20 minutes ^-^ 

You- Okay! 

Jungkook smiles at the text. You had only been with them for a few weeks but Jungkook thought you were great. You were sassy, confident, shy, sexy all at the same time. And when you rapped it was the sexiest thing hes ever heard and seen. The way you sucked in breaths, making your chest raise, your lips getting swollen from it all. Your laugh was his gospel. There was so many times when he just wanted to grab you and kiss every inch of skin you had. 

But Jungkook was afraid to kiss you or do anything. As Yoongi had kind of taking the role of your older brother, giving out when Taehyung or Hoseok got to close for his liking, which also annoyed Jungkook. Why were they touching what’s his? Well what he was going to make his. 

“Hey!” You walked in to the studio, Jungkook smiled at hearing your honey suckle voice. You plop down on the swivel chair beside him. “So what are we doing today.” 

“I wanted you to look at my lyrics and tell me what you think.” He grabs your hand, making you stand up and walk into the recording room with a piano. He sits you down on the bench and he takes his place beside you. “Just listen okay?” You nod. 

Jungkook begins to play the piano and seeing. You close your eyes hearing his voice. It was such a beautiful melody, bouncing off the walls and back to you. Jungkook was invading all your scenes except one, taste. And boy did you want to feel his lips on yours. His silky voice was putting you in a trance, one you couldn’t, wouldn’t escape from. When he finished you still had your eyes closed. 

“What did you think?” Jungkook asks. How do you begin to explain hpw amazing he is to you. Your about to answer when you can’t. Jungkooks lips are on yours. He pulls away after a few minutes. 

“I liked it.” You say smiling, finally opening your eyes. Jungkook was so closed to you, his hands resting on your hips. 

“Which part, the song, or the kissing?” He smirks. You lean into him, whispering in his ear. 

“Both parts.” Jungkook presses his lips to yours, again. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. You start to giggle, as he strokes your sides. He pulls back and looks at you, cocking his eyebrow. “What? I’m ticklish!” You giggle. 


A/N-Man I know this was short, I’m sooooorrry. But, I didn’t know if you wanted smut or not, I was going to put then I was like shit what if she doesn’t want smut. I was conflicted, so I have come up with an alternative. If you do want smut, I shall do a part 2, in which it will be like Y/N and Jungkook fooling around behind the other members backs. So message me if you would want, and if anyone else would like that, i will do it! 

Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x