and yes he is really my husband

Fuel to Fire (intro)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f) 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting. 

A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me. 

“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”

“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”

“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”

“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.

Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”

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Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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lunaaltare  asked:

Imagine Steve, after a rough battle, being stuck in the hospital. He's high off whatever the doctors gave him and loopy as hell. Whenever Sam visits, Steve hopelessly tries to flirt with him and the moment Sam tells him they're married already, Steve's basically sobbing.

“Did it hurt?” Steve slurs.

“What? You’re the one that fell off a building and then got shot.”

“When you fell from heaven.”

Sam starts laughing, “Oh my god.”

“‘M serious!” Steve says, trying to sit up a little before Sam pushes him back down gently with a hand on on his chest. “You look like an angel. You even have a halo!”

“Steve I think that’s just the painkillers talking.”

“Nuh-uh. I see it. Right there.” Steve reaches up and accidentally pokes Sam in the eye. “Oh no! Oh no! I hurt you. Come here. Let me kiss it and make it better.”

“You’re just trying to get a kiss out of me.”

“Well can you blame me? You’re so cute. Really cute, you are. An angel sent down from heaven just to keep me company.”

“You’re awful,” Sam tells him, still laughing.

“Who’s the lucky guy that gets to kiss on you? I wish it were me. How can it be me? Tell me, Sam. What do I gotta do to get a guy like you?”

“Well you’re in luck,” Sam says, reaching out to take Steve’s hand. He picks up Steve’s left hand and shows it to him. “See that wedding band?” Then he holds up his left hand too.

“Crap,” Steve says, making a really distressed face. “I’m married? Oh no. My husband is going to kill me for flirting with you.”

“Man, what did they give you? Holy shit. You’re married to me, asshole. You’re my husband.”

Steve’s eyes get so big that Sam’s actually afraid they might just fall out of his head. “We’re married!?”

“Yes, Steve. We’re married.”

“It’s me?! You’re my husband?! I get to kiss on you! I have an angel for a husband!” Steve’s body starts to practically melt back into the hospital bed. He keeps a tight hold on Sam’s hand and closes his eyes. “How did I pull that one off?”

Sam brings their joined hands up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “I have no idea.”

Marc Guggenheim SDCC17 Interview

Marc Guggenheim was kind enough to meet with me for a one on one chat. 

We walked the floor together with his nephew and little girl (who are the cutest) for an hour and talked all things Arrow!!! He told me this is his most aggressive SDCC schedule ever, so the fact that he slotted in some time just for me really meant the world. Marc Guggenheim is the actual best. He is the definition of it.

SPOILERS!!!

We launched right into number one on my list: wedding.

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dad!yoongi + the pawful experience 

“Return it.” Yoongi sneered.

You rolled your eyes at him, “No.”

“Goddamnit.” He huffed, glaring at you, his hands perched on his hips like they usually did when he was about to go off on one of his tangents. “Three, ___. I gave you three children, is that not enough? Do you have a fetish for cleaning up shit that is not yours or something? Where the hell are we going to put a dog?”

“He can have your side of the bed if you insist on being an ass, Min Yoongi.” You seethed, turning your attention from the aggravating man to the lump of fur that was nestling deeper into your lap, “Your yelling is upsetting Min Holly.”

Yoongi cringed behind you, gripping the fabric of his jeans to keep from strangling you, “Don’t give that dog my last name I want no part in its upbringing.”

“You’re so immature.” You scoffed, petting the toy poodle in your lap.

“Says the person who went out and spontaneously bought a fucking puppy with that overgrown toddler Taehyung.” He hissed.

“You’re the only one who has an issue with the dog, Yoongi.” You sighed, “The kids love him.”

“Of course the kids love him, our son also loves eating his own boogers so excuse me if I’m not about to go off the advice of a fucking six year old.” He whisper yelled as he glanced over at said toddler who was currently trying to run away from his own shadow, and when all else failed sat on the floor and began screaming.

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, before gesturing to your son who you were looking at with what could only be described as pure exhaustion, “I love him. I do. He’s my son and I love him. God, but he’s an asshole.”

“You can’t call our kid an asshole.” You murmured, but it was halfhearted.

“Why not?”

You paused at that before staring up at Yoongi’s blank expression, “Not in public.”

There was an amicable silence between the two of you as you stared on at your child who had gone from wailing in frustration on the floor to giggling with his toys not even a second later, the contrast in mood almost frightening.

“We’re not finished talking about the dog, ___.” Yoongi sighed, “I hate animals. You know I hate animals.”

“You also hated me and children but look where we’re at now.” You shrugged.

Yoongi put his tongue in his cheek, “Yeah well you let me fuck you and those are my asshole children as a byproduct of me fucking you. Seeing as I can’t fuck this dog—”

Ew.”

“—and you didn’t give birth to it I want it out of my house.” He gritted out.

You glared up at your husband, “You’re being impossible!”

“You should’ve spoke to me before making a decision like this!” He yelled back, looking truly upset for the first time since you had started arguing, “I don’t give a shit about the stupid dog I give a shit that you made this decision that would ultimately effect me and the kids and it’s not that big of a deal but you didn’t talk to me about it first and I find that really fucking annoying. So no I don’t like dogs but yes I would’ve given in in a fucking heartbeat like I always do when it comes to you or the kids, if you had just dropped me a text or phone call or casual fucking conversation over dinner instead of just going out on your own with Taehyung and surprising me with an entire other mouth to feed.”

By the time Yoongi had finished his rant you swore you had shrunk three sizes under his frown of disappointment. Being married to Yoongi, and having been dating him for even longer of course you had your fair share of fights but even then you could count those times on one hand, the rarity of arguments only heightening the hurt and dejection on his face as he sent you one more annoyed glance before tugging on his tie and heading to your bedroom.

You let out a sigh before looking down at a whimpering Min Holly.

.

Yoongi wanted more than anything to skip dinner that night, an entire hour of having to sit through a meal with you sending him puppy dog eyes because he knew you felt bad about what you did, all while the remaining guests of said dinner party remained oblivious to the quiet tension, too caught up with trying to gauge each other’s eyes out with spit balls? Yeah no thanks. And it wasn’t because he was the bigger person, or even because he was mature enough to sit down and talk things through with you like an adult—God no. But Friday’s were family nights, something even he wouldn’t dare go back on, for fear of having to deal with three, no four, dreadful little brats whining his ear off at canceling on them at the last minute. And while sitting through thirty minutes of ‘but daddy you promised!’ just sounded so fun, he relented before he had to deal with any of that, shuffling everyone into their respective car seats and pointedly ignoring you.

So alas, here he was, in his own personal hell that was filled with thirty or forty other screaming children all of who sure as hell didn’t belong to him, so he had no moral obligation to not trip that one fat kid that kept screaming and chasing his precious, precious, baby girl around the godforsaken ball pit, all while receiving blatant looks of outrage from you.

He shrugged, “Accident.”

You bit your lower lip, refusing to egg on his behavior as a very concerned looking parent came over to scoop their child up from in front of your booth.

There was a moment of silence—well as silent as it could get in a Chuck E. Cheese—between the two of you as Yoongi scrolled through his phone and you watched your daughters chase their brother around the slide. You snuck a glance Yoongi’s way before worrying your lip between your teeth. You hated when he was mad at you.

Sure he was grumpy and insufferable most of the time, but at least then he was scolding you and calling you a jackass, that was at least better than a cold shoulder from Yoongi. You dared a glance in the other direction before inching your way closer to him, willing the cushions of the booth not to give you away just yet as you clumsily climbed closer and closer.

Yoongi didn’t even look up from his phone when he felt your arms wrap around his waist, your chin finding purchase in the crook of neck.

“Yoongi-ah.” You murmured, before nuzzling closer for his scent. “I was wrong and I’m sorry.”

If there was one thing Yoongi could appreciate about you—well, one of many, it was that you didn’t dawdle when you knew you messed up, something that suited Yoongi’s frank personality well. It was the reason arguments never went on for long, especially when you hated grudges, you preferred to keep things open and aired out as you had once told him.

“I’ll return the dog tomorrow.” You said quietly, not really expecting an answer.

Yoongi turned then, withering you with a glare, “And make me look like the bad guy? Hell no. We’re keeping the damn dog and you owe me a weeks worth of blow jobs to make up for this.”

You smiled against his neck, even as you clenched your thighs under the table. “Anything for you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at you, but still turned in your embrace to place a chaste peck on your lips earning a mega watt smile that made his hearts do annoying backflips in his chest.

“Love you.” He grumbled.

“Love you too.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with his before returning your gaze back to the playground your children were occupying. “Also, I hate to ruin the moment but your son is naked in the ball pit.”

“Why is he always my son whenever he’s doing something stupid?” Yoongi scoffed.

“Oh my God Yoongi, he’s peeing, go get him!” You hissed, smacking his shoulder profusely as parents and staff gawked at your six year old.

“He’s already started you might as well —ouch! Ouch! Okay! I’m going! Jesus Christ!” He grumbled.

You stared in amusement as a very disgruntled, very annoyed Yoongi shuffled around the now vacated, as well as urine contaminated ball pit to collect your sons scattered clothing and scoop him up, screeching at the top of his lungs. Yoongi didn’t even bother to stop as he motioned for you to get the twins and grabbed the car keys off the table, shuffling out of the restaurant as fast as his little legs would take him. You sent an apologetic smile to your hostess and left a hefty tip for your server before nearly dragging your children into their car seats.

By the time you had gotten home it was already ten o clock but that hadn’t stopped Yoongi from sitting down a very petulant looking six year old and scolding him on social norms and how exhibitionism went against all of them, and also how pissing in public, in an effing ball pit while socially unacceptable was also hygienically unacceptable and when that went over his head he had resigned himself to glaring at the toddler until he finally slumped back in his high chair with a pout. While you had always agreed that your son had always looked more like Yoongi than yourself, in that moment while he was glaring and sticking his tongue out at his father he never looked more like a spitting image of the man, something that forced you to bite back laughter.

“No more kids.” He grumbled, taking a spot next to you on the sofa.

You stifled a giggle, cuddling up to his side.

“He’s so much like you it’s a little ridiculous.”

“He’s nothing like me.” He pouted, “I only claim those two angels who are probably upstairs doing angel things. I want a paternity test for the boy.”

“He flicked Taehyung off the other day over brunch and tried to choke Jimin when he told him he couldn’t stuff his phone in the garbage disposal.” You said dryly.

Yoongi smiled fondly, “I may claim the boy.”

You snickered at his response just as you felt a small, furry presence pressing against your leg.

“Oh, was someone lonely today?” You cooed, leaning down to lift the whining puppy in your arms.

“Not on the couch ____.” Yoongi admonished.

“Oh shut up.” You murmured, petting a hand over the sleepy puppy, “Just look at that face, there’s no way you can hate something so cute. You’d have to be a true abomination, Yoongi!”

Yoongi sneered as you raised the brown lump of fur to eye level with him. What exactly did you want him to do? Look into those stupidly huge brown eyes and tell you that maybe the disgustingly adorable heap of fur wasn’t so bad when it was peering up at him with it’s tail wagging and it’s tongue out like the idiot dog it was?

Because he won’t.

Only something so stupid could be so happy.

“Babe, I’ll be right back,” you said, handing him the puppy and ignoring his very disgusted look in the mean while, “I forgot my phone in the car.”

“And what do you want me to do with this thing?” He grunted after you, a glare marring his perfect face as he held the puppy the way he would a sack of potatoes.

“Try not to throw him into the garbage disposal.” You called over your shoulder, slipping on a pair of Yoongi’s slippers before running out the house.

Yoongi glared at the puppy who’s only response was to lick a stripe up his cheek and pant happily.

“You know you have a girls name right?” He spat.

A joyful bark.

“Don’t think you can win me over just because you’re cute. The last time I let that happen I ended up married with three swamp demons.” He muttered bitterly, “I won’t be fooled twice.”

Another yap.

Yoongi sighed before relenting under the dogs pleading eyes and reaching a hand forward to pet over the soft fur, begrudgingly. It really was stupid looking…

But in a good way. An endearing way.

“I guess you’re not that bad, Holly.” He muttered. “You make my wife happy.”

And it took everything in your power from letting out a victorious ‘I told you so!’ from your spot, instead opting to creep your way up the steps and give them the rest of the night to get acquainted with each other.

Advice I gave my kid today (that I wish someone had told me)

When I gave this advice to my kid

“You know how people say follow your passion? Or Follow your dream? So that when you grow up your passion is your job?” 

Kiddo got excited saying yes they’d heard that advice a lot.

“Well sometimes that’s not possible or even desirable.”

Kiddo got very still at that.

I used writing as an example explaining that I loved to write, but when I tried to write with the aim of being a published author it made me hate writing and eventually unable to write at all. It was only when I started writing again just for fun that it became something I did a lot and it genuinely became something I loved again.

I pointed out plenty of people do become published authors but it wasn’t right for me.

I said passions can become careers but they can also stay hobbies and that was okay. 

Kiddo thought for an example of something they love to do that they wouldn’t want as a career and yelled “YOUTUBERS!” and I’m like “Yes?” and Kiddo said “Some of them make their job playing minecraft and I love minecraft but I’d never want that to be my job. I want it to be a hobby only”

And I was “Exactly”

I also said you can go to university, get a degree, and end up in a completely unrelated job like my husband who’s degree in physics isn’t really relevant to his job co-coordinating a very large department of people. He enjoys his job but it’s not his “passion”

I pointed out a lot of people seem to feel people should have their whole lives planned out at 16 and that this was completely stupid. 

I said “What you do for fun or because you’re passionate can become your career but then you always run the risk of what you do for fun becoming ‘work’ and losing the passion that brought you to it in the first place. Also at times you need a job to pay the bills but your hobby can still bring you joy.”

Considering Kiddo is like me, incredibly stubborn with a perfectionist streak, I know how the pressure that “Follow your dream” can inflict. It can make you feel that unless you are a high achiever in a “career” that you’re “passionate” about you are failing and garbage.

Hopefully this advice will help counter act that notion for Kiddo.

Hopefully.

*folds hands* look, all I want is keith+lance being Dads after the war is over

  • a lot of people die in the final Galra vs. Garrison battle, and keith and lance adopt a little girl whose family was killed while fighting. she’s almost a year old and becomes their whole world in three hours flat
  • Lance can’t believe it the first time he walks into the living room and sees Keith giving the little girl airplane rides and blowing raspberries and laughing, but he quickly gets used to it bc it happens like all the time
  • also Lance buys a little baby sling and carries his kid around like Sacagawea or smth
    • “Lance, do you really need to take her with you to the doctor? I can watch her.”
    • “Duh, yes, how else am I going to show our daughter off and get free lollipops?” 
  • keith slips into Dad clothing style really quickly. He was given red Crocs for his birthday from Hunk and wears them everywhere
    • “Keith I’m not letting you go to look at preschools wearing those things. You’re committing fashion murder right now.”
    • “What? I think I look fine,” Keith says, standing in his red Crocs, red socks, Dad Jean Shorts™, and a flannel shirt with his hair half tied back.
    • Lance hunts down Hunk: “Never,” he hisses, “give my husband rubber sandals again. You stay away from my family, you monster.” (then hugs hunk for a long time bc he loves his friend)
  • keith and lance will spend entire evenings laying on the living room floor with their daughter between them, just smiling dreamily.
  • also he’s not even 30 but keith is already falling asleep at 8 pm on the couch and lance just smiles and kisses him on the forehead goodnight
  • lance starts drinking a lot of coffee and keith thinks this is weird bc the boy hates it? his only fluids come from chocolate milk and syrup 
    • “Uh, dude, you know you don’t have to drink coffee just bc we’re dads now right?”
    • Lance slams the mug down: “oh thank gOD”
Honeymoon (M)

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Pairing: Jin x reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Word count: 5.8k
Content: husband!jin and pure vanilla, if you’re looking for anything kinky, you’re not gonna find it here

Description: You finally got there with the love of your life, Jin, and your first honeymoon night was that night.


„So this is it?” your mouth drooled from excitement as your eyes couldn’t stop gazing at the gold shining around your ring finger. “We’re really married?”

Jin put his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his chin on your right shoulder.

“Yes. You’re my wife now, Y/N” he spoke trying to sound calm but miserably failed as he couldn’t hold himself back from giggling adorably. You began laughing with him while enjoying the breathtaking view from your hotel balcony. The breeze brushed slightly over your face making you cool down a bit from the hot air of the beach. The sun was already soon to set and you turned around to face your husband.

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anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop

Onew

  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”

Jonghyun

  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 

Key

  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 

Minho

  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 

Taemin 

  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 
Rhaegar x Sister Reader

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Imagine marrying your older brother Rhaegar and having a romantic bedding ceremony.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Hey could you do a rheagar x sister where they are married and have the bedding ceremony??

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Pillow Talk

This is a one shot/ vignette for my This Ends Tonight story. 

I can’t write this as a complete and linear story. I have been writing a lot of pieces for this in the form of vignettes or snapshots. Every one takes place with Ivar and his wife in bed at the end of a given day, recounting something that happened between them on whichever given day, It is all completely out of order but it is just what feels best for this story.


Warnings:fluff, smut, cheese, cringe, bad dialogue XD, does a Jerkin have laces? Well they do now, Ivar’s wife is a prude, Ivar can’t get it up, it’s ok though, it happens, he is totally cool with it

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“You have been coming to bed so late and you aren’t sleeping Ivar. I can see that you are in pain. I wish that you would let me help you." 


Ivar sat silent at the edge of the bed with his back to his wife, working at unfastening his complicated leg braces. Studying his body language, she thought that if her husband slumped his shoulders any further, gravity would take force and he might just topple head first into the floor. She couldn’t say that she wouldn’t find a small bit of enjoyment in the sight. With his hard head, it probably wouldn’t even faze the man.  


It was as if he was carrying the weight of all of Norway on his back. He could try and play it off, to make excuses and blame it on the weight of his position, but one would have to be both blind and a fool to not see that he was suffering through a considerable amount of pain and doing a terrible job at trying to conceal it. It wasn’t the burden of ruling that he was shouldering, it was the burden of constant and unrelenting pain. He didn’t need to say anything, she could sense it in her own bones.


The past few weeks, whenever she would steal a glance at her husband  over dinner or anytime that he thought nobody was looking, his face would often be contorted into a grimace. He had been moving slower and was obviously struggling with his crutches. Aisling wished that he would just give the damned contraptions a rest, they could only be adding to his discomfort, but she knew that Ivar was far too prideful to resort back to crawling. He had been adamant that he would never crawl in front of his people again. He wouldn’t have them looking down upon him. He was their King.


"I am fine.”
he clipped, unclasping the last fastening on his right brace and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clunk before beginning on the left one.
Moving onto her knees, she made her way across the bed and settled down to sit next to him. He didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge her, instead he remained concentrated on the metal buckles. 


Placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, she leaned forward and inclined her head in an attempt to meet his eyes. He flicked them towards her face, gazing at her for only a second before frowning and returning them to the task at hand.

 
“You are not fine, Ivar. You are hurting." 


Finally slipping the wretched thing off, he blew out a long breath. Bracing his hands on the tops of his legs and using his arms as leverage to straighten out his back, he sat up and started work on removing his jerkin.

 
"I am in pain but it is nothing new.” he admitted, staring forward, his fingers moving deftly at the leather straps. 


“If there is something I can do to help, let me do it for you. Anything.” she spoke softly. “Please. Let me.” she continued, moving her hand to rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 


Turning his head to meet her gaze, he covered her hand with his own and gave her a weak smile.


“There isn’t much that can be done to help, not anymore. It just comes when it wants to and stays for a while until it decides to go away and that is that.”
he sighed, slipping out of the leather garment and crossing his arms to pull his tunic up over his head.  


Indicating that the conversation was over, he gave his wife a chaste kiss and laid back into the furs. Before he could reach to pull his legs along with the rest of his body, she grabbed hold of them, one at a time, and lifted them up over the edge of the bed, setting them gently into place .To her surprise, he made no move or sound of protest. 


Closing his eyes, Ivar sighed contentedly and let his head sink into the pillows. She remained seated next to him, letting a hand linger on his knee. After a few moments had passed, he opened one eye to see that his wife sat unmoved and staring at him. 


“I cannot fall asleep with you staring at me like that, woman.”
he grumbled. Swatting at her hand, he rolled over and pulled the covers over himself. 


“Hmph. Grouch.”
she mumbled, carefully climbing over his legs to get to her side of the bed. 


“Mmm hmph.”
he mumbled back in agreement. 


Snuggling in under the firs, she turned to face her husband. She had been finding that she loved to watch him sleep, to see him at peace. To see his face relaxed and unmarred by worry or pain. Seeing him so still and content, it had become her favorite nightcap. She could fall fast into sleep, just watching him sleep. 


“You’re staring again.”


“I am not.”


“Yes. You are.”


“How would you know?”


“I can feel your eyes burning into my forehead. Witch.”


“Arse.”


“Go to sleep wife.”


“I’m not tired, not really.”


“I don’t care. Roll over and pretend then.”


“I can’t.”


“And why not?”


“I’m cold.”


“It’s winter.”


“Hold me?”


Ivar scoffed and finally opened his eyes. He tried to give his wife a stern look, but looking at her laying there, eyes alight with devotion, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt he didn’t deserve her love. How had he managed to win her over? He didn’t know, but somehow, he had. Pulling her into his arms he sighed and nuzzled his face into her hair. Breathing in deep, he closed his eyes again. She smelled of salt water and heather and he could not think of a smell that could be any sweeter. 


“Are you happy now?” he mumbled into her hair.


“…happier, I suppose." 


"What else do you want from me woman?”


“I could think of… a few different things.”


“The answer is no.”


“You don’t even know what they are.”


“I do.”


“If you knew, you would not deny me.”


“You still think you have me figured out, don’t you?”


“You’re not that complicated a creature.”


“I am not that stupid of a man either.”


“What is that supposed to mean?”


“It means I know what you are suggesting, you wanton thing, and I am exhausted. The answer is no.”


“I could do all the work.”


“I couldn’t get it up if I wanted to.”


“Is that a challenge?”


“Enough talking.”


“I could put it in my mouth.”


“I am sure you could wife. You would enjoy it too. Probably even more than me.”


“Probably.”


“If you shut up and go to sleep, I may allow it in the morning.”


“Liar, you will be up and out the door before sunrise.”


“Sure, but only after you service me wife.”


“I wont b-

“Shh.“

"Bu-”


Opening his eyes, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss to stop her incessant talking and teasing. He kissed her long and slow, running his hands leisurely up and down the backs of her thighs, he felt his wife shiver at his touch and melt into him. Her delicate hands on his neck, she moaned into his mouth so sweetly and he just couldn’t deny her any longer. He was tired and sore but his little wife was so responsive and easy to please. 


He broke the kiss and laid her on her back, propped himself up on his elbow. She whimpered and tried to pull him back down to her, desperately seeking his lips again. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him hungrily. When she reached down and started to untie his breaches, he caught her wrist and shook his head. 


“Lay back and be still.” he whispered against her lips. 

She laid back into the firs and he moved to position himself in between her thighs. Pushing her nightdress up over her hips, he grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. ”

Scoot up a little closer.“ he breathed.


He hadn’t even touched his wife yet and her little legs were already shaking and trembling.


"Is this what you want wife?”


“Mmm. God’s yes. Please.”


“You are dripping wet already, you will come fast for me, yes?”


She whined and nodded her head. 


“Yes.”


“Good girl. You know I would love to take my time, right elskan?”


"Yes, yes. I understand. Just…please.”


He blew teasingly on her sex and she cried out, bucking her hips and fisting her hands in her own hair. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her thighs.


“Be still.”


“Ivar. Please.”  


He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and let his lips linger there, looking up at his wife, her head was thrown back into the pillows and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in anticipation that her knuckles where turning white.


She lifted her head and glanced down at him, her face flushed with arousal and frustration. He smirked against her thigh and she sat up on her elbows.


“Ivar! Really? Tired huh? Not too tired to torture me it seems." 


"Okay. Okay. I’m sorry." he laughed, stroking her legs and smirking up at her.

"Lay back.”

“I don’t trust you, oaf." she pouted.


Ivar decided that she had had enough. Poor thing, she was dripping and throbbing for him. 


He pulled her hips forward and wasted no more time. He dipped his tongue into her entrance and used his thumb to press tight little circles into her clit. Her whole body shuttered and she fell back to the mattress panting and sobbing. He slid his tongue out, licking and swirling it over her entrance before moving up and drawing her swollen clit between his lips. Using his fingers, he began pumping them in and out. Already he could sense she was close, the muscles in her legs were tensing, her hands tangling in his braids and tugging, her walls clenching around his fingers. She was gasping his name breathlessly over and over again, rolling her hips wantonly against he his face, her juices coating his lips and chin. He moaned into her cunt, he loved this. He loved tasting her. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. He loved bringing her that pleasure. He loved her and he knew he would never be able to get enough of her.

 He suckled and flicked his tongue over her clit until she came shaking and screaming, squeezing her thighs around his neck and pulling at his hair. Just the way he wanted her to. He lay his head on her thigh and closed his eyes, waiting for her to come down, he absentmindedly stroked his hand over her hips and let his fingertips dance over her stomach.


Crawling up next to her, he pulled her into his arms and tried to kiss her but she pushed his face away and looked at him in disgust. He knew she hated that. That’s why he did it. Just to see her lip curl up at him.For old times sake.


"Oh, come on.”he laughed, pulling the covers up around them.


“No! Gross.”


“One kiss. ”


“Go wash your face.”


“In the morning.”


“Heathen.”


“Prude.”



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MONSTA X - how they confessed.

Request: Hiyaa, can you do a reaction for Monsta X and/or BTS WHERE they freak out about accidently confessing? If you can thank you~!

a/n: i change some things, i hope u don’t mind.


Shownu:

You two are best friends. You were watching a movie together. He was looking distracted at you. “How can you be so beautiful?” He said. “What?” “Oh, nothing, forget it.” “Tell me!” “No.” “Please …” “Don’t look at me like that.” “Why?” “Because I feel like kissing you…OH NO! OH MY GOD I AM SO STUPID. IGNORE THAT.” “You can kiss me if you want.” “What?” “Yeah, I like you, too.” “Okay, I don’t know how you know that.” “Oh, c'mon, kiss me.” “I’M NERVOUS!” He said before FINALLY kissed you.

Wonho:

You were texting. And you told him you found him handsome. And he sent a screenshot saying “OH MY GOD LOOK WHAT SHE SAID TO ME.” After realizing what he had done, he went into despair. But you called him and you ended up confessing to each other.

Minhyuk:

You were in your room just talking. After a while, you fell asleep. You woke up with Minhyuk’s voice. “You’re beautiful and I wanted to tell you how much I love you.” You opened your eyes and he started to scream. “OH MY GOD WERE YOU AWAKE?” “I woke up now.” You laughed. “Did you hear what I said?” “Yes.” “Shit, forget about it.” “NO! I like you too.” “Oh, stop playing with me.” “I’m serious.” “Can we kiss then?” “Yes.” “Today is the best day of my life.”

Kihyun:

You two always pretended they were a couple. “Kihyun! Can you pretend to be my boyfriend again today? My sister is coming to visit me and she will brag about her husband.” “Of course.” He smiled. Minutes later, you heard him talking to Minhyuk. “Hyung, she wants me to pretend to be her boyfriend again. I really like her and it only makes my feelings grow.” “Tell her!” “I can’t.” “Oh, you can, she’s right there.” Minhyuk pointed at you and he turned around to see you. “So …” You said going to him. Minhyuk left you two alone. “I like you. That’s it.” “I like you too. Why do you think I always ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend?” “YOU REALLY LIKE ME?” “YES!” “So, can we stop pretending and dating for real?” “Of course.”

Hyungwon:

You always saying you liked each other as a joke. “Oh, you know, I fucking like you.” He said. “Hm, you do?” “Of course, a pretty girl like you… How not fall in love?” He said and you laughed. “I like you too.” “Look … I really like you.” “What?” “Yes.” “Aren’t you kidding?” “No. It’s 100% true.” “Hmmm, that’s good.” “Why?” “I like you too.” “Okay, now we’re dating. Let’s makeout.”

Jooheon:

You went into his room and he was in front of the mirror. “(Y / n) I like you …” He said looking at the mirror. You didn’t say anything, just watched. “Oh, she’ll never acept to date me like this.” “Of course I will.” You said and he looked at you. “You almost killed me!” “Oh, stop.” You approached him. “Are you going to ask me on a date or…” “Do you want to date me?” He asked, laughing. “Yes.” You said and kissed him.

Changkyun:

You two were best friends, so you had a lot of intimacy and he doesn’t mind telling you his things. “(Y / n) …” He called you. “What?” “What should I do if I’m in love with my best friend?” “I don’t know. I’m this friend?” “Yes.” He said and you looked at him. “Oh really?” “Yeah, what am I supposed to do?” “Kiss her. She likes you back.”


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yours (robb stark au)

Plot: AU where Reader and Robb are betrothed to one another. Reader is soon to be Queen of France and Robb is next in line to be King of Scotland. They’ve known each other since they were young and have been preparing for this day all their life. Unfortunately, Jaime Lannister, Lord and soon to be King of Wales, also had his eye on you. (Basically, this is a Reign!AU)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Warnings: making out, Jaime being a dick, language maybe? vulnerable!robb

A/N: hello hi sorry for being MIA! this is my first GoT fic and I really hope you like it! I love Robbie sm and I love Richard Madden even more. (!!!!GIFS AREN’T MINE!!!!)


It’s been a cold and brutal winter this time around, but you’ve always dreamed of getting married in the snow. A smile makes its way onto your face as you look out the window and watch the pretty little snowflakes make their way to the ground, a sense of serenity taking over you as you think of your future with Prince Stark. The Starks should be on their way over to your castle by now, they should–

“Y/N!” Sansa sings and makes her way over to you.

“Sansa!” The smile on your face widens as you see your betrothed’s younger sister. She wraps her arms around you in a comforting hug which you so gladly return.

“I’ve missed you so much!” She pulls away and you kiss her cheek, happily leading her to you  set of chairs by the larger window.

“I’m so glad you guys are here! I’ve missed you all, too! How is my precious little Arya?” You lean back, still holding on to your dear friend’s hand as the smirk on her face grows.

“Arya is good, she’s excited because now we’ll be seeing more of you! Bran is also very excited. He wants you and Robb to make little Stark babies,” Sansa laughs and you grow red at the mere thought of being so intimate with Robb. “Oh come on, Y/N it’s bound to happen!”

“Well, sure, but I’m still scared!” You huff and lay your head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Besides, you’re too young for me to talk about this stuff with.”

“Oh, please!” Sansa scoffs and playfully slaps your wrist. “I’m nearly 18!”

“Nearly 18 means you’re still not there yet,” you chuckle as she makes a face at you, further proving her adorable childishness.

You hear a knock on your door and before you’re able to look up, you hear his velvet-like voice.

“May I come in, my lady?” His blue eyes pierce your brown ones as you stand quickly, curtsying.

“Of course, my prince. Please,” you blush deeply as Sansa nudges you before slowly making her way out.

“Don’t go around making babies just yet! You won’t be married for another three days,” she laughs and runs out, before either you or Robb could scold her.

“I-erm-sorry about her,” Robb blushes as well as he lets his eyes study you. “Is-is everything alright, my lady?”

“Y-yes, my prince. Everything is alright,” you clear your throat and Robb closes the door before making his way over to you, a soft smile on his face.

“How many times have I told you to call me Robb?” He lifts your chin up to look at him, a concerned look on his face as you sigh and bite your lip. “And are you really going to lie to your future husband, hm?”

“It’s just–I’ve been thinking about our future, especially with the constant mention of our future children and I’m just scared,” you shrug and look up at your beautiful husband-to-be. “What if I do something wrong? What if you don’t like me? What if–?”

“Princess, princess, listen to me,” he whispers and a shiver runs down your back as he calls you by your title. “You won’t do anything wrong, I will always be there to guide you. You’ll raise our kids wonderfully, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want as the mother of my children. I can’t think of–”

“Robb, I meant,” your cheeks turn darker than before as your gaze travels back to the floor. “I meant what if I do something wrong when we’re, when we’re intimate?” The last part comes out in a small squeak and Robb’s eyes soften further, his hands rubbing your back endearingly.

“I will be right there to guide you in every step of the way, my princess. I promise. Every question or concern you have, I will be right there to help you. If I don’t know the answer, and I’m sure I don’t, we’ll ask some hand-maidens, some women who might know more. I will do everything in my power to ensure your comfort and your safety, never worry about doing something wrong,” he smiles and brings his hands up to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you feel your breathing shallow.

You both lean forward and your nerves skyrocket, both in fear and in excitement, in wonder. Your nose brushes against his and you can feel his breath against your lips as his thumbs now gently flick your earlobes. Before you can move closer and finally feel his lips against yours, you hear a knock. You both pull away from each other, but Robb’s hand moves to your waist protectively as he lays eyes on the man.

“Your grace,” you look over to none other than Jaime Lannister, the troublemaker Lord of Wales.

“No, no, please call me Jaime,” he smirks and Robb’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer to him.

“How can we help you, Jaime?” Robb all but growls out as the smirk widens on Jaime’s face.

“It’s still Lord to you, boy,” he walks over, completely ignoring Robb’s glare. “I just came to see the princess, I was wondering if I could have a word with you my lady?”

“I’ll be right down, my lord. We can talk then,” you nod as he takes your hand and lays a kiss on it.

“I can hardly wait,” he smirks at Robb and walks out the room, barely closing the door as he leaves.

You turn back to look at Robb and you notice his hardened features, his hands that are now fists at his sides as he struggles to reign in his anger. He breathes heavily until you gently place your hands against his face.

“Look at me, my prince,” you whisper and Robb’s eyes immediately find yours, softening at the sight of you. “I am betrothed to you. I want to be married to you. Nothing Jaime does or says will ever make me see him as anything other than the bratty, troublemaking Lord of Wales. I promise.”

“I know, my princess. I apologize for reacting the way I did. The Lannisters have just always given us trouble, Jaime especially. I don’t want him to ever even think of taking the single most important person from me,” he whispers and leans down to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing in the process. “I don’t want him to take you away from me.”

“No one will ever be able to take me away from you, Robb. I swear it on my soul,” you whisper and brush your nose against his as you continue to speak. “I am yours, I will always be yours. I will love you to the very end, I will bear our children with a smile on my face, and I will be yours in every sense of the word for as long as you’ll have me. I’ll-”

Robb cuts you off with a desperate, passionate, tender kiss. His hands wrap around your waist as his lips capture yours and your hands move to the back of his neck. Your lips move in sync, his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth as you gasp. He growls against your lips before forcefully moving himself back, panting heavily and resting his forehead against yours.

“If we don’t stop now, love, we might have to push our wedding to right now,” Robb whispers and you chuckle breathlessly, still reeling from the kiss.

“Can’t say I’d complain,” you wrapped your arms around his back as his rested on your waist, his chin atop your head.

“Neither would I, but I think it’s best we stop you two right here,” you turn around to the voice of Catelyn Stark, a blush rising in both your cheeks as she chuckles at the two of you.

“My Queen,” you curtsy and look up at her, slightly embarrassed and slightly shy in front of your future mother-in-law.

“Oh, no need for the formalities. Mother will be just fine,” she smiles and walks over to you, slipping her arm through yours as you smile back. “I’m going to have to separate you two now. You, Y/N need to try on your dress. And you, Robb, need to meet with your father for some arrangements.”

“Yes, Mother,” he kisses her cheek and then moves to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t wait to marry you, my queen.”

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“And I, you,” you whisper as he smiles and walks out your door. The next time you’d see him, you two would be getting married. You couldn’t wait.

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PSA: Thace has a cute face ^3^

It Just Made Sense (Draco Malfoy x reader)

A/N: so i wrote !!

request: Draco malfoy request please! (Years after the war) reader x draco have been invited to a Hogwarts class reunion and they go as a married couple, feeling more nervous than excited to see past classmates (Reader being a former Gryffindor if you care to add) ♡♡♡Thanks♡♡♡♡

word count: 705
warnings: none

“Do we really have to go to this thing, Y/N? Why can’t we just stay in and cuddle? Or we could go out to dinner?”

“No, Draco,” You cross your arms as you pick out an outfit for tonight, giving him a look. “We have to go to this reunion. All our friends from school are gonna be there and-”

He sits down on the edge of the bed that the both of you share and sighs, “Sweetheart, everyone hated me. And it’s just gonna be weird. I mean, no one expected us to be together. You were friends with Potter! God, I was so awful to him. And my parents-”

You cut him off with your lips pressed to his. “Stop.” You place your hands on either side of his face. “That was years ago. Neither of us are the same people we were. I don’t think anyone is. Stop worrying.” You kiss him again. You pull away to see him giving you a grateful smile and a nod. “Okay, now let me fix your tie, because what the hell did you do to it?” you giggle at his necktie which is knotted practically at his navel.

He bursts out laughing, “I have no idea! You’d think I would’ve gotten better at tying a tie after doing it for so long.”

“Yeah, I would’ve,” you say, unknotting and resizing it. “but knowing you it makes a lot of sense.”

Draco shakes his head at you. “I’m somewhere between loving you and hating you.”

You finish his tie and screw with his hair a little bit. “Well, if you hate me, I guess you’ll have to find someone else to make you look presentable,” you smirk and kiss his cheek. “Now, come on. We’re gonna be late.”

The two of you apparate. You stand in front of the school and now you’re starting to feel nervous. You take Draco’s arm and then a deep breath.

The first person who greets you is Neville Longbottom. He surely aged like fine wine. Wow, dorky little Neville really grew up. You give him a smile and a polite nod; he does the same back, only his face drops slightly when he notices who you’re with.

You keep walking. Your husband gives you a look. “I told you we should’ve stayed home,” he frowns.

“It’s fine, love.” You squeeze his arm a bit tighter. You pass a small door and you feel a smile creep onto your face. “Remember this?”

He follows your gaze to the door. “Oh my- yes! How could I forget?” It was the closet that the two of you would sneak off to from time to time. “Lotta good memories in there.”

“Y/N?” a familiar voice calls. “Y/N, is that you?”

You turn around to the source of the voice. “Oh my Godric, Harry Potter!” You chirp as he approaches you. Draco tenses up at your side and you give his arm another reassuring squeeze. “Wow, I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?”

“Good,” he smiles. “how about you? Did- are you two married, now?”

You bite your lip, looking to your husband. He can’t help but grin at you. “Yeah,” Draco replies, a bit sheepish.

“Oh, thank God! We were all hoping you would,” Harry says, sounding completely genuine, which slightly confuses the two of you.

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He snickers lightheartedly. “You two kind of bring out the best in each other. You always seemed so happy together. I dunno. It just made sense,” he shrugs. “M'glad to see you guys here. No hard feelings, Malfoy.”

The two men shake hands and you can’t help but feel relieved. Harry leaves to go back to his own wife.

You lean over to the blond on your arm. “Feeling any better?”

He looks down at you, beaming. “Yeah. I was thinking though, before we go in for dinner, or whatever,” he’s got this mischievous look on his face. “maybe, we could stop by that closet for old time’s sake.”

“You practically read my mind,” you smirk as the two of you begin rushing back in the direction of the closet.

Silly Bat’ - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just a short silly fic BECAUSE WHY NOT RIGHT ?! I like to imagine that when Bruce doesn’t have the stress of taking care of Wayne Inc or of his nightly activities on his back, he’s just a very funny and kinda weird man…So I wrote something about it, hope you’ll like it

Awesome fan art of this story here : clickclickclick by @demigodslytherin.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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There were times, when it was just you and Bruce, where you genuinely wondered if your husband wasn’t completely crazy. 

Not in a bad way. Not in a “Joker” or “Harley Quinn” way. Nooooo. In a “that man is completely silly, and I’m really starting to question his sanity…is he on drugs ? Drunk ? I don’t know, but it’s funny” way. Yes. Exactly in that way. 

Often, when it was just the two of you, behind closed door, he would…loosen up. And not just a bit. He would loosen up completely and go on full “goofball mode”. 

You couldn’t count the number of times he started a pillow fight, a war with water guns (though since Alfred yelled at you two as if you were children making a mess, you switched from water guns to nerf guns), a tickle fight or a stupid and ridiculous fashion show etc etc. 

You still remembered how your abs hurt after the fit of laughter you had when he came out of the bathroom wearing an awful bright green tuxedo vest a random fashion house send him, without an undershirt, flexing all of the muscle of his chest and all, some sweatpants on of which he tucked the lower part in cowboy boots Clark gave him, and a lampshade as a hat…Where was he even finding those ideas ?

Yes. When it was just you and him, he was a different person. That no one else but you, not even his children, not even Alfred, or any of his close friends would ever see. A Bruce completely carefree, and also slightly insane…but hilarious. 

Every time you ended up having the Manor to yourself (which was very rarely, with five children and a butler who almost never took days off), it would even be better, your playground being bigger. 

One of your favorite “Silly Bat” time was when you played hide and seek (yes, grown ass adults could totally play hide and seek) and you went to hide in a tree in the garden…And got found by Clark. 

The embarrassment on Bruce’s face when he was trying to explain what you two were doing was priceless…In the end, he said that you were playing a “sexual version of hide and seek”, because it was easier to explain than to tell his friend that he was actually playing the actual game, like a damn child, with his beautiful wife…

Clark was impressed. After all, he found you in a tree, so he wondered how you two were going to make lo…Your laughter stopped his trail of thoughts. Your superfriend misinterpreted your laugh, thinking you were mocking him because he was blushing, and that was good (for Bruce). It settled the end of the story. 

Soon enough, Superman was laughing too, and it took everything in Bruce to not even crack a smile, to keep his stoic stance, and slightly bored facial expression, so that he wouldn’t get discovered. Ooh you loved that man. 

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Spider-Man: Homecoming (non spoilery)

Alright *cracks knuckles* let’s do one of these things.

This movie was the best adaptation of Peter Parker ever. I think we can all agree on that. He was childish, nerdy, awkward, funny, strong…you know the drill. 

But, it was also the best adaptation for the TONE of Spider-Man. I don’t really know how to explain it, but it just FELT like Spider-Man. It had a lot of “timing comedy,” where comedic stuff would happen at just the right time. The pacing of the movie was also fast (just like Spidey). The dialogue was rapid (just like Spidey). The scenery was colorful (just like…you get it now). It was awesome. Now…let’s get to the bullet points

Why I loved Homecoming:

  • Tom Holland as Peter was perf
  • NED LEEDS!
  • That moment when Peter opens the door to his date’s house and sees that one person 
    • everybody in the theater stopped breathing at that moment 
  • The humor was not forced. It was more like situational and (as I mentioned) timing stuff and it worked really well
  • Flash was not caucasian! I think this is the first adaptation of Flash Thompson where they didn’t make him white and it really changed the stereotypical “White Football Player Bully” trope. 
  • Not only is Flash not white….he’s actually pretty damn smart. 
  • So we got a smart bully…..kinda destroys the whole “only stupid people are bullies” trope, huh?
  • ZENDAYA
  • The costume was pretty damn cool
  • The dynamic between Peter and Tony
  • The dynamic between Peter and Happy
  • I think it became canon that Happy is the babysitter in all those SuperFamily fanfics haha
  • Freaking Chris Evans’ scenes xD Those Captain America bits were perfection
  • Stan Lee cameo
  • Hannibal Buress had like two lines and he fucking owned them! 
  • Donald Glover!!!! OMG!!! He actually plays a certain role that only certain people will understand and if you figure it out you’ll be like “OMG YES! I mean NO! I mean OMG!” It is not a huge role in this movie and probably won’t be for while but it is BIG! If you want to know hit me up and I’ll tell you
  • Those swinging scenes were beautiful cuz of the sceneries
  • Okay you know that joke about how Spidey would be a horrible superhero in the countryside cuz of the lack of buildings??? Yeah. They did a thing in the movie about that haha!
  • Did I mention Zendaya, yet? 
  • One of the things that really hit me was how diverse the school looked. During the hallway scenes, you can see the diversity of the film. It was nice
  • The after credits scene omfg Please don’t miss it
  • There was a Miles Morales reference!!!!!!!!! xP
  • Tony being all “I’m turning into my father” when he’s talking to Peter 
  • Peter trying to be like Tony
  • Just Superfamily in general
  • The movie played on the whole “Young Aunt May” angle. It was great
  • “Porn”
  • They played the Spider-Man jingle for the opening credits
  • also there was a Black Panther trailer
  • Tom Holland just did such a great job. I’m so proud of him. Please support him

Okay now these are just some random experiences I had at the cinema

  • There was a guy dressed as Spider-Man at the cinema (he worked there) and it was awesome. 
  • A woman offered to let me borrow her phone when my sis wanted to take a pic with Spidey. Mine didn’t work, so she took the pics and sent them to me. I thanked her so much lol
  • After the movie, my sis told Spidey she really liked his movie and he said “Yeah? Come again!” and gave her a high five. My sis was all excited that she got a high five from Spidey
  • Toward the end of the movie when Zendaya says “My friends call me MJ,” all the little kids in the theater collectively gasped. Funniest shit
  • There was so much laughter at just the right moments from both kids and adults. It was beautiful. 
  • NOBODY left during the credits. True Marvel Fans
  • There was a line when I got to the theater (an hour early may I add) and there was an even bigger line when I got out of the theater (for the second showing).
  • My sister took her Teddy Bunny and dressed her up as Spidey. Lots of people complimented her Teddy. My sis was so happy.
  • When I was in line, my sister started talking about Miles Morales and the woman in front of us turned and asked “you guys read Miles Morales, too?” I told her that I was a huge fan of his Spidey as well. She said “My kids love him. We are all into him, too.” Now, her husband comes. She tells him, “They like Miles Morales, too.” He gets a huge smile on his face. “Yeah?!” And I say, “Yes, I really like him. I read the comics.” “My wife got me the first 10 issues for my birthday!” he’s really excited by now. We talk a bit more about Miles but then they start letting us in so we go our separate ways. The husband and the kids…..they were black. My sis and I are Hispanic. Miles embodies both that family and mine. Representation matters.

So, yes. Homecoming is a movie worth watching. I loved seeing all these people together fangirling about a character that we grew up with being represented right. And also seeing all these new Spidey fans made me so happy. My sister talked about him the whole ride home…..it was amazing

The touch of your fingers

Originally posted by thesedwarvesarekilinme

Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x (human!wife)reader
Genres: mild angst, fluff
Words: 1.650
Summary: After a tiring and upsetting meeting with Erebor’s dwarrowdams, you seek comfort in your husband’s arms - requested by @deepestfirefun

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Hips Don’t Lie

I stood there, smiling wide, as I watched my husband break out the best dad moves he had in his repertoire.

As the song beat on and those sinful hips swayed from side to side, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder to a similar moment just nights ago.

There were a couple key differences.

There were no flashing lights.

It was only Jensen and I.

There were no clothes involved.

And let me tell you, seeing those hips swing freely like that, no burdensome clothes obscuring the view. That’ll do things to a girl.

Dreadfully wonderful things.

Those bare hips, moving sensually towards me. Those thick, bow legs torturing me with their movements. His soft, yet defined stomach, rolling with each step. His broad shoulders and biceps stretching and flexing as he cornered me. My breath quick, my body aching to be touched.

Then he grabbed my naked hips, pulling me into his warmth, slowly encouraging my body to move in time with his. Our bodies knew exactly how to move together.

Let’s just say, it didn’t take long for things to escalate. It didn’t take long before those hips were rolling on top of mine, showing me just how well they could move as long as I begged.

“Hey there beautiful,” Jensen’s voice sounded, breaking me out of my memory. “You look all worked up,” he noted, swaying his hips dangerously as he grabbed mine, guiding me along with him.

“Well, if you’d cut that shit out, I wouldn’t be ready to jump you in front of all those people,” I whispered, locking eyes with his.

“Oh you mean like this,” he said, grabbing my hips, rolling them against his, his hand pressed firmly at the small of my back, pushing me into his hardness.

“You’re lucky we’re back stage,” I moaned, my fingers brushing the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as my lips met his.

“How about we find somewhere a little more private the second this panel is over?” He suggested when my lips were swollen and red.

“You read my mind, Jense,” I breathed against his mouth, pushing him away from me. “Get going so we can get going,” I smirked, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

He pulled me to him once more, his lips crashing to mine hungrily.

“Yes ma'am,” he growled. “I think it’s time for the last question,” he said, heading back on stage.

The music started, and Jensen’s voice rang out with Rob’s. I pulled myself together, waiting patiently to drag my husband back to our room, those hips and what they were capable of the only thing on my mind.