i think a big thing that disconcerts adults about learning new skills is that learning as an adult means you are very aware of how bad you are at the beginning in a way children aren’t.
i picked up the saxophone when i was 11 and played until i was about 17. by the end of it i was first chair in our highest ensemble, a district honor band player, etc. but at the beginning – and this is important – i was bad. for the first year or so, i had no rhythm, i couldn’t make my tongue line up with my fingers, i was consistently sharp, etc. etc. other kids actually made fun of me for my lack of skill.
but 11 year old me didn’t care. 11 year old me practiced, but she also thought that being able to play the pink panther made her incredible (i shudder in retrospect). i mean, i was aware i wasn’t a master, but my skill level didn’t deter me from wailing out those notes in a way that i’m sure had my band director questioning his career decisions.
right now, i’m trying to pick up the guitar. it’s a very different instrument from the saxophone, and i struggle a lot with things like strumming patterns and barre chords. and sometimes i don’t want to play, because i know i’m bad at guitar. and sometimes i beat myself up when stumbling through a poor acoustic rendition of Everybody Wants to Rule the World because it’s not how i want it to sound. and it’s made even more frustrating because i can navigate the saxophone so smoothly.
but then i remember that i have to think like a kid. i might not be the best at guitar by any stretch of the imagination, but every little bit of progress is still progress. humility is a big part of learning, but if you treat a practice session like your own private concert, it becomes so much more fun, even if you’re bad like i am. when you’re first picking up a skill, whether it be an instrument, or a language, or a fine art, no one is expecting you to be the yo yo ma of that thing. forget about how little you know about the skill and think instead about how much you have to learn – that’s fun! do your best!!
So a few
days ago I dida post about Shiro’s prosthetic armand the response was amazing!
Many of you also showed interest in me doing one on Shiro’s scar as well, so here we are. This one took me a lot longer to make because it’s not as cut-and-dry
as the arm. There’s a lot of variables and speculation. We can’t really know for
sure what DID happen, but we can most likely deduce what DIDN’T happen. (WARNING–I’m going to discuss some graphic stuff, blood/gore/injuries, etc. So be aware.)
In this post we’ll go through the possibilities and see which ones are the most likely to occur. There will be one numbered point per general option, and I will narrow them down to the ones I think could happen. I would love for you to share your thoughts on the matter! At one point most of us, myself included, assumed Shiro got the scar on his face during battle, so this brings us to the first option:
1. The scar is the result of a sword or other blade swipe during battle
Let’s take a look at what would have to happen for this option to be the case. There’s an easy way to visualize this in 10 seconds or less.
Ok but like imagine Yuuri and Viktor stretching and Viktor looking over and seeing Yuuri doing the splits ALL THE WAY DOWN. Like he just fucking freaks out. After Viktor's calmed down a bit Yuuri decides to be a little shit and tell him the other things he can do, like put his legs behind his head, etc.
I feel like tsukishima and yamaguchi are both terrible at communicating in different ways. I know tsukishima is one that’s usually considered bad at communicating (and I can totally see how) but please consider that yamaguchi…
has yet to share his internal turmoil about not being a starter with anyone
went off the team to an outside, rather unaffiliated adult for help instead of to his upperclassmen or teachers
shares more about tsukishima than he does about himself and subconsciously uses tsukishima as a social shield
clams up after losing to seijoh
held off on talking to tsukishima about real ass things that bothered him until his emotions boiled over and he ended up just screaming his emotions to his best friend in the middle of the night in a rather public place
(and as it turns out, tsukishima actually had no problems accepting yamaguchi’s words and heard him out with minimal resistance so all of yamaguchi’s internal reasons for not speaking up sooner just kind of flew out the window)
will 100% say nothing is wrong when everything is going to shit
has never ever verbalized his emotions in any serious context to any of his teammates
won’t talk to his best friend about Important Things™ sometimes because he’s afraid it’ll annoy him enough and he’ll presumably stop being friends with him despite not having any evidence supporting that theory
is super competitive but rarely shows it
is the kind of guy that you look back and realize you know very little about personally
is the kind of guy who blows up at people for not knowing things he didn’t actually communicate or suddenly bursts with boiled-over frustration and leaves you going “um where did that come from?”
apologizes the next day and insists you forget about it and that he’s just fine and nothing is wrong haha dw about it
has really only cracked jokes with tsukishima and (very recently) hinata
tends to dance around topics or questions that he doesn’t want to answer
sucks at communicating despite being so bubbly and talkative
Don’t get me wrong, tsukishima has his own issues with communication to be sure, but they’re different. Tsukishima simply refuses to communicate on important things 90% of the time, especially if the issue really bothers him because that’s getting into emotions and that’s not what he’s here for. He’s embarrassed and a bit awkward about sharing so he cages off instead, and he doesn’t do well with approaching people who don’t approach him first. But on the flip side, he seems to own his lack of skill better and has less hang ups about it. At the very least he doesn’t seem bothered when people don’t know much about him because no duh, how could they understand him or his feelings if he doesn’t share? That’s tsukishima’s take on it and he’s got it on the nose there. Also, when directly confronted or when he actually decides to open up by himself, tsukishima’s words are very honest and blunt and they invite little room for misunderstandings.
Yamaguchi’s communication problems stem from a different place. He’s a great communicator… to an extent. Whereas tsukishima’s hang up is just that he’s a very private person who feels uncomfortable opening up, yamaguchi’s stems from the fact that he wants to but is simultaneously too embarrassed or afraid to. He’d like to both communicate how he’s feeling and keep his cards close to his chest, and since he can’t actually have it both ways his emotions end up being turned into some sort of ticking time bomb. He holds anything he feels is too important to share at bay until that’s no longer an option and he blows up at someone or something very suddenly. Like he kinda wants people to know about things but my god he doesn’t want to have to tell them. And even when he is opening up he’ll often stall or dance around the issue a bit. Yamaguchi is a good talker and he’s more of an extrovert than tsukishima, but that doesn’t make him a master communicator by any stretch of the imagination.
“Clock out everyone! I wanna go home!” As soon as the store manager activated the alarm, they all quickly filed out.
got into their cars and drove away for the night. Unfortunately you had
to walk. Being a poor college student with a lousy part time job didn’t
allow for luxuries such as a car. The dorms were still almost an hour
You sighed, heading down your usual route. The city wasn’t so bad at night, as long as you avoided the troubled neighborhoods.
was pretty humid too. You unbuttoned your sweaty shirt, hanging it over
your shoulder. You weren’t exactly as toned as most guys you saw around
school, but you weren’t boney either. A little bit of pudge here and
there, but at a healthy weight.
What you were always teased about
was your soft curves. You couldn’t help having a slightly more rounded
rear end.. and consequently wider looking hips..
You were pulled
out of your thoughts when you nearly tripped over something. You didn’t
get a good look as it suddenly slithered away into the dark alley
the hell?!” You jumped back, squinting to get a better look. The street
lights were too dim for you to see what it was. With a hesitant step
forward you suddenly felt something latch itself around your ankle and
Your head hit the concrete hard and your vision began to fade…
you finally came to, it took a while for your vision to clear. An
occasional car drove by in the distance, but no voices, or trains.. it
was late.. you tried rubbing your eyes but your head wouldn’t stop
As soon as you moved to get up something tightened
around your ankle. It was the same think that your tripped over! It was
long, rubbery and slimy! You could feel it soaking into your shoe and
“Listen! I don’t want any trouble! You can take my m-mphh!”
Something shoved itself straight past your lips and deep down your
throat. Your gagged, quickly reaching up to grab at it and yank it out,
but it didn’t budge!
Your arms were pulled back and secured around
the wrists. “Mmm! Mmpph!” You struggled trying to kick and pull at
whatever it was that was restraining you.
Something warm trickled
down your throat and soon enough it was gushing out in large amounts,
filling your stomach. You felt the affects almost immediately as it
seemed to spread inside. Your stomach gurgling as it rounded out a bit
more, hips widening and your soft rear end filling in further.
You moaned, not realizing how aroused you were until your pants were suddenly too tight.
love juices flowed into your stomach. “Uughnn..” your mouth was forced
wide open to accommodate the slimy tentacle. You wanted to scream for
help or anything but whatever it was feeding you felt so pleasant and
warm.. addictive. And definitely arousing.
Just as you thought it
couldn’t get worse than this, another tentacle crept it’s way up your
belt line. Your pants were now straining against your tented arousal and
your firm belly. In a quick swoop, they were down around your ankles,
along with your underwear.
You tried kicking and thrashing, not
liking where this was going. A few more dark slimy tentacles joined in,
some pulling your shirt up enough to tease your hardened nipples.
Another wrapped around your engorged manhood, slowly pumping it.
back arched beautifully at the surprise stimulation. You wanted it to
keep going but at the same time you wanted to just run! This was insane!
It has to be some crazy nightmare!
Your paled when you felt a
teasing nudge at your puckered entrance. No! Please no! No there! This
was not how you wanted to lose your virginity!
It kept poking and swirling around, almost testing the waters before it just plunged right in!
You cried out, feeling the thick intrusion force its way inside. It was
so big, stretching you way beyond what you could have ever imagined!
stayed still inside you, not moving. You whimpered, tears in your eyes.
What was it going to do to you? Would it rip you apart from the inside?
Or fill you until you explode? So many possibilities went through your
mind. You didn’t even notice that the pain was slowly starting to fade.
was secreting a bit of a numbing fluid for the pain. Your stretched
hole clenched and quivered, sucking the tentacle further inside. You saw
white as it rubbed against your sweet spot. You needed it to do that
again.. Right now.
As if on cue, that same spot was pushed
against, over and over. You moaned, hips moving on their own, to meet
with every thrust. Your head was too clouded with the aphrodisiacs
filling your body. Every little touch brought you closer and closer to
But then the thrusting stopped. A larger burst of liquids
flooded your insides. Your stomach was even bigger now, so round and
tight, looking almost 5 months pregnant!
The tentacle was still,
but you felt something moving. Something stretched your opening even
further, sliding down the safe passage the tentacle created. It settled
into your stomach, feeling much heavier than the liquid. A few more came
after it, and you realized what they were.. Eggs! You shook your head,
trying to push down to force them out, vbut they just kept coming! Your
stomach swelled as more and more eggs settled in your lower abdomen.
You definitely felt heavier as your kept growing and growing, your pecks now small perky breasts.
somehow this was only turning you on! The feeling of fullness. The warm
life inside you.. you cried out, bucking your hips as you climaxed over
your monstrous belly.
Once all the eggs were deposited into the
safety of their new incubator, the tentacles released you. All but the
one still inside. You felt a strange sensation, almost as if it was
opening up. It roughly thrust into your walls, spitting out a sticky
substance. It spread more of it all along your canal until it was
finally back out at your entrance once more. It sealed up your twitching
hole, and finally left you peace.
As soon as you found the strength, you pushed your massive self up and ran. Or stumbled..
were so heavy that even holding your stomach didn’t relieve the pain in
your back. You couldn’t see your feet, you couldn’t see the ground past
your pregnant belly! You just had to try getting as far away from that
thing as possible! Go home and figure this out! If anyone saw you like
this they might take you away and experiment on you!
long before you felt something lurch inside you. The incredibly strong
urge to push hit you out of nowhere. You could feel the eggs slowly
making their way back down to your lower intestines. They were all just
piling lower and lower and you needed to get them out!
off behind a dumpster and squatted, spreading your legs as wide as you
could. You pushed and pushed but nothing came out! “Aagh! Get out!” You
cried. Why wasn’t anything coming out?!
You reached behind you,
hoping that maybe spreading your opening a bit would help. But you were
stopped when you felt something hard. It was kind of gooey but your
fingers couldn’t push through. What did that thing do to you?! Is this
why these things wouldn’t come out?!
You failed to notice the other presence lurking behind you and soon enough you were in the tentacles clutches again.
You groaned and cried as the contractions became more painful. You had to push! “Please! I need them out! Urrgh! It hurts!”
just held you, spreading your legs wide and leaving you open and
exposed. Why was it doing this?! Did it get pleasure out of torturing
A new sensation overwhelmed you. Something popped inside you!
A small writhing mass wiggled against your walls, moving some eggs
around as it traveled closer and closer to your entrance.
more pops and more wriggling tentacles, all fighting to get out. Your
stomach lurched as they poked and prodded, trying to find the exit.
PLEASE! GET THEM OUT!” Your back arched as the pressure continued to
build. You didn’t understand how you could be hard right now! These
things were trying to force their way out of your body!
then that the larger tentacle started massaging your entrance, or
licking at it? You felt something dripping down your ass as suddenly
your hole was free again!
But that didn’t ease the pain as the
pressure that had built up was getting more intense. The babies squirmed
and wiggled their way down your birth canal. Each one different than
the last. Some small and some large, stretching your abused hole.
One by one they dropped onto the pavement and slithered away. Your belly slowly deflating as they all burrowed their way out.
the time the last one dropped, you passed out. Some stayed and gathered
around you. Others playing with your entrance almost affectionately.
You were their mother, their incubator. You completed their final stage
You groaned, clutching your head as a powerful
migraine took over. The sun was up and it was probably about mid-day.
You remembered what happened late last night and scrambled up, expecting
to have a pregnant stomach again but.. But you were okay. You looked a
bit heavier that was for sure, but at least you looked normal.. you
found your shirt and squeezed into it, searching for your pants as well
but they wouldn’t fit past your ass!
You ran to the bus stop,
hoping you had enough change leftover to get you back home. Whatever
happened last night would go to the grave with you.. no one could know.
Maybe you’d take a few weeks off from school, quit your dead end job and
move back in with your parents for a while.. a flight wouldn’t be
cheap, but you’d have to manage somehow.
What you didn’t know was
that your babies had spread all throughout the city overnight. Waiting
for their next victim to mate and impregnate.
What you didn’t
know, was that inside of you, you carried a special egg. One that would
hatch soon enough and continue the cycle.
Okay so I love tentacles and eggs! And I saw this request and I wanted
to try so here it is! I’m new to writing nsfw so hopefully you like it!
You ask Harry to be your date to a wedding. But just as friends, of course…
You had never been more perplexed over the word, “Guest”.
The wedding invite in your hand had arrived at your door a
few hours prior and, while the upcoming wedding itself wasn’t news (you had
known that your two friends would end up getting married arguably before they
did), the little “(Y/N) + Guest” notation at the bottom was unexpected. You
currently weren’t dating anyone and hadn’t been for quite a while; at least
long enough for your friends not to assume that you would be bringing someone.
But, there it was, in plain, black ink: (Y/N) + Guest.
You bit your lip and read the invite again, wondering if
maybe they had just allotted one guest for everyone because they had a huge
budget. All of your other close friends were already invited to the wedding in
the first place; who on earth were you expected to bring?
It was one friend’s suggestion of, “What about Harry?” that
currently had you in fits of nerves and bouts of overthinking. Harry was a pal,
sure, but you certainly weren’t close enough to him that you could just waltz
right up and ask him to be your date to a wedding. He didn’t even know the
bride and groom, but he did know many of your other friends that would be in
It wasn’t that you weren’t friendly with Harry. You had
known each other probably about five years now and always ended up hanging out
whenever he was around, though it was typically in a group. You got along well,
laughed a lot, enjoyed the same things and had a lot in common. But you weren’t
close. He wasn’t the type that you would just call up on a Friday night if you
were bored; you were way too self conscious to do that, even though he didn’t
act like Harry Styles when he was around you.
He was also incredibly good looking and charming, and that
scared you. The idea of being seen at a wedding with Harry Styles just felt
like you were opening yourself up for ridicule. You were generally okay with
how you looked, but Harry was like a Greek god compared to pretty much
Truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on
him. It was a harmless crush, because when he was away you didn’t really
think about him at all, but he did manage to make you nervous and give
you butterflies every time you saw him.
The idea of asking Harry to be your wedding date had been
pinching at the back of your mind for weeks now. The wedding was still a few
months away, but you still hadn’t sent in an RSVP to confirm whether you were
coming alone or with someone else.
“Have you asked him yet?”
That was the first question your friend consistently asked
you ever since she had suggested it. Your response was always the same and
becoming a bit exasperating, if you were being honest.
“How am I supposed to ask him?”
Your friend crossed her arms and gave you a smirk.
“Well…how about, ‘Hey Harry, would you like to come to this
wedding with me?’”
You sighed, throwing yourself back on your bed and bringing
your arms up to cover your face.
“I can’t just ask him like that! It would be weird.”
“I feel like it wouldn’t be…”
“I don’t know him that well.”
“You’ve known him for four years!”
“Yeah, but we never hang out alone!”
“He’d say yes.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, but I have a pretty good idea.”
Your conversations went on like this until your friend
finally got tired of arguing with you. The rational part of your mind knew
that, in all likelihood, Harry would say yes if you asked him. As long as he
was around and didn’t have any other plans, he had no real reason to turn you
down. But the part of your brain that kept overthinking things – the one that
was usually in the forefront – had run through 50 different scenarios in which
you asked him and he said no, or you just ended up making a complete fool of
Finally, you couldn’t put off your RSVP any longer; the
wedding was drawing near and your friends needed numbers. Harry had been in
London for quite a while now, with a few quick trips to the US scattered here
and there, but you had seen him more in the last six months than you had in the
past few years.
“Ask him!” your friend hissed, almost shoving you in Harry’s
direction as you and a large group of your friends were just about to leave a
Theo Raeken x female!Reader Fandom: Teen Wolf Author: T💕 Request: “Could you make a Theo Raeken smut where the reader is a really innocent good girl and she is Stiles sister? One night Stiles and the pack are at a party and Theo takes his chance to get the reader alone and finally do what he’s been wanting to do with her? Please and thank you so much!” Warnings: Smut & language
So, tonight, my brother decided that he is going to throw a part. Fantastic. “It isn’t really a "party”, Y/N/N. It’s just the pack getting together to hang out.“ Stiles ran behind me while I walked to the jeep. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever. Can I drive?” "Are you high?!“ Stiles held his key above his above his head, out of my reach. I jumped up and down trying to get the jeep keys. "Come on, Stiles! Don’t be so mean!” Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Theo walked up to my brother and I. “Um, is everything okay here?” Lydia looked between the two of us. “Stiles is being a dick!” I huffed. Lydia gasped dramatically. “That was a naughty word, Y/N!” I rolled my eyes and pushed passed the two giving me grief. Theo stuck out his arm and pulled me into his chest. I stood on my tip toes to wrap my hands around his neck and hug him back. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N/N. They are just being assholes.” He squeezed me. I smiled.“ Yeah, they do it all the time, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pulled away from Theo. “Are you coming over tonight?” I asked. Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. I mean, uh, if you want me to, I will.” I smiled, showing my teeth. “That’d be amazing!” “Y/N! Let’s goooooooo!” Stiles honked his horn at me. “I gotta go. I’ll see you later tonight?” Theo kissed my head and nodded. "Of course. Don’t get into any trouble, Little Miss Innocent!“ I laughed out loud and jumped in the jeep.
Stiles put some snacks on the living room table. I sat on the couch, staring at my phone. "Are you going to help me or?” Stiles stood with his hands on hips. I smiled and quickly typed on my phone. “No, sorry. I’m busy.” “Doing what?! Everyone will be here any second and you are just sitting there texting! Who are you even talking to?” Stiles snatched my phone away from me. “I wouldn’t!” I warn. Stiles read the messages.
I watched my brothers face get red and heard the front door open. Scott, Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Theo came in. Theo’s eyes instantly met mine. I threw my head in the direction of my brother. Theo looked and saw Stiles holding my phone in his hand. The two of us started to bust out laughing. The pack took their shoes off and chose their seats. Theo slumped on the big chair with me. I sat with my back resting against the arm of the chair and my lower body draped across Theo’s lap. Stiles turned off the lights and popped the disc in the DVD player. The previews to the movie started. “Are we watching fucking Star Wars again, Stilinski?!” Scott yelled. “Yes, McCall! Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie!” My older brother yelled back at Scott. Scott mumbled. Stiles leaned forward from his seat next to Derek. “I don’t know what you just said, but we could all be dying instead, so count your blessings!” I picked up my cup. “And I could be riding Theo’s dick, but whatever.” The choked on whatever he had started eating a few seconds ago. Everyone turned their heads to us. “Is he alright?” Allison asked. Theo coughed some more. “I’m fine! I just clearly can’t eat right.” I felt my ears get hot. Theo leaned to me. “Where did that come from?!” He whisper-shouted. I whispered back. “I honestly don’t really know. I didn’t think you’d hear me! And I need you to move your phone, please.” Theo pause for a second. “Y/N…that isn’t my phone.” I squinted. “What?” Theo took my hand and moved it to where I thought his phone was. As soon as my hand touched the bulge, I knew exactly what it was. I felt my underwear get wetter. “Oh…” I said. Theo let my hand go and rested his on my upper thigh. “I really like you, Y/N. I like you so much that it is actually hard to put into words. You are so damn pretty that every time I see you it makes my heart stop. The fact that you aren’t my girlfriend drives me fucking insane, Y/N. And right now, all I can think about it fucking you senseless.” He whispered in my ear. I smirked. “I’m game.” Theo growled, and I felt myself get wetter. We snuck upstairs to my room silently. Theo closed the door with his foot quietly. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck. Theo and I leaned together. Our lips connected and the kiss sent sparks through my body. Theo gently placed me on the bed and pulled away from me. I bit my lip as I watched him pull off his shirt. I sat up to take mine off too. Theo stopped me. I rose my eyebrow at him. “Be mine, Y/N? I need to hear you say yes before we go any further. I meant what I said about liking you while we were on the chair.” Theo held my waist. I smiled wide. “Of course, Theo. I’ve wanted to be with you since we met.” Theo pecked my lips and let me finish taking off my shirt. Theo cupped my breasts. “This is a pretty bra, Y/N…but I think it’ll match the floor a little better.” I rolled my eyes at Theo. He removed my bra and licked his lips. I squirmed in my seat a little bit. Theo leaned forward and took my boobs in his hands. I moaned quietly and rolled my head back. Theo groaned. “God, Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful.” I crawled up to the top of the bed. I used one finger to beckon Theo to me. He climbed up to me and kissed me. His lips unlocked doors in me that I had long forgotten. Theo pushed his crotch into mine. I gasped. “Can you, u, help me out with that, baby?” He bit his perfect, pink lip. I smirked. “Only if you make it hard for me to walk tomorrow.” I whispered. Theo moaned. “Jesus, Y/N. I thought you were an innocent good girl.” I grabbed Theo’s dick through his pants. “Oh, babe, good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.” Theo shot up and undid his belt faster than you could imagine. He took off his jeans next and tossed them somewhere in my room. He took out one claw and tore my cloth pants and underwear in half. Theo slid a condom over his hard on and crashed into my lips. “Theo..fuck me…I want to feel your cock inside of me.” I panted. “Do you want me to go slow, baby?” I grinned. “Fuck, no.” Theo rammed his cock inside of me. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out. I drug my nails down Theo’s back roughly. Theo’s cock stretched my walls and made me a moaning and panting mess. “Harder, Theo. Please, fuck me harder.” Theo put one of his hands over my mouth and the other by my head. He thrust into me with more force. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. “No, no, no, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck you in your tight, little pussy.” Theo’s words made me moan super loud in his hand. The feeling of Theo hitting my g-spot with every thrust made it hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed to do it anyway. “Look at you, Princess.” Theo praised. “You take my huge cock so well. Your pussy looks so good wrapped around my shaft. Fuck.” I moaned and dug my nails even deeper into Theo’s shoulders. Theo moved his hand from my mouth. “T-Theo. Oh, fuck, you make my pussy feel so good. Please don’t stop.” I didn’t think Theo’s thrust could get any harder, but they could. Theo thrusted harder and put a hand on my headboard so that the group downstairs wouldn’t hear it hit the wall while Theo pounded into me. I gasped as I felt myself start to cum. I arched my back and pressed my chest against Theo’s. My toes curled and I groaned louder than I should have. Theo started to get sloppy and thrusted into me a few more times. He groaned in the crook of my neck. I felt his cock pulsate in my pussy when he came. Theo pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed next to each other. The condom got tossed in the trashcan next my bed. I snuggled into my boyfriend’s chest. “Well,” Theo smiled at me. “not really all that "innocent” are ya, baby?“ I kissed his chest. "Babe, I promise that only you will see me like that.” Theo kissed my head. The living room light flicked on and some of it shone under my door. “Hey, where are-OH, FUCK NO! Y/F/N Y/M/N STILINSKI!” My brother started up the stairs. “If he liked me before, he sure as shit is going to hate my guts now. ” Theo joked and I hid under my blanket.
Description:You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?
Genre: Smut / Angst / Drama (y’all it’s goin d o w n)
Word Count: 2,071
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)
Author: Admin Xiufairy
After you stayed at Yixing’s you weren’t supposed to be back until Sunday. However, you made up some sort of excuse so you could go home. The sex wasn’t bad, in fact, it was great, but that did little to calm the war waging between your mind and your heart.
The man you had once called your best friend and Byun Baekhyun were now two different people and you just didn’t know what to do. You refused to believe Yixing, however, because it was just impossible.
Can i request a cute paramedic also named Yuuri Katsuki BECAUSE PIZZA BOY AU SLAYED ME
The ninth drink was Christophe’s idea.
(The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth drink, of course, were Victor’s ideas. But that’s not the point.)
(And as for the loss of Victor’s clothes—he’s not sure whose idea that had been. But at the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Now, since he’s face-to-face with the most beautiful man he has ever seen, it… Well, it still seems like a good idea.)
“Am I dead?” Victor asks groggily, as he looks up into the stars. And by the stars, he means the paramedic’s eyes. The world spins. But that’s less of a romantic reaction to the man above him and more of a biological reaction to the alcohol.
“Um…” the paramedic starts, and his eyes are torn away from Victor’s as he starts to look over a clipboard. “No. You’re not.”
presenting: the jily royal au no one asked for someone pls validate me i hate writing long fics
It starts at a party.
You’re dancing with your friends, beer in hand, hair held
back with a headband, gold paint swiped down your temple, curling around your
Those damned cheekbones and that damned jawline. A bone
structure carved from history. You are catastrophically beautiful.
Marlene waves at you; she tells me you’re old family
friends. Your chin lifts, corners of your mouth lifting to reveal lines of
perfect teeth. Her hands grabs mine and she’s weaving us through the crowds of
“Marls.” You say, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek.
She screws up her face.
You smirk at me. “She loves me really.” She scoffs but there
is sunlight glinting in her smile.
You remembered the day you met him like it was yesterday. You had just happened to be so lucky as to find yourself in the same coffee shop. It was cliche, really, what happened between the two of you. Fortunately, he almost spilled his coffee on your shirt and you avoided it.
There was a rasp of knuckles against the glass window pane, and an unmistakable smile winked out at you in the darkness as you tiptoed towards the source. You grabbed at the wooden frame, sliding the window up and cocking your head silently at a mischievous looking Kai Parker. It was two in the morning and he was alert and awake as ever, wearing a jean jacket over an old tee with black skinnies, his dark converse covered in the dirt from your garden. He giggled with contempt when met with your exasperated expression, to which you shushed him with a signal of your finger to your lips. He rolled his eyes and extended his arm for a hand, even though he was very capable of getting in without your help.
“What are you doing here?” you said, closing the window after him and quickly shutting your bedroom door.
“Cute room,” he ignored you, looking at the white walls covered in a patchwork of photos and glowing string lights.
“Kai,” you urged.
“Is it so bad for me to want to see you?” he pouted with false sadness, lower lip jutting out as he gave you those blue puppy eyes.
“I thought we agreed on no more midnight visits,” you whispered, leaning your back against the door.
“It’s not midnight, it’s two in the morning, you’re welcome,” he winked.
You ran your hands across your face with an agitated shake of your head.
“Plus,” he winked, “I like coming now, when you look really cute in your pj’s.”
You dropped your hands and gave a snort at yourself, looking over your clothes; oversized white sweatshirt, battered blue knee socks that stretched up your legs, and a messy pony that stuck out here and there.
“You do, princess” he insisted, stepping closer, the distance of your bodies clearly bothering him. He pulled you in gently by the wrists, lips planting to your forehead before he brought his arms slinking back around your waistline.
“Kai,” you bit at the inside of your cheek, “you do remember I’m living with Elena, right? As in, Elena Gilbert who hates your guts? If she or anyone else finds out about us, can you imagine what that would get me into?!”
Kai’s plump lips spread into that familiar smirk, dimples lighting his cheeks, “so there’s an us?”
You rolled your eyes, but seeing Kai flash a patient and goofy smile, chuckled in defeat, “Yes, okay, fine, there’s an us.” But…I,” your smile faltered as you pieced together a troubling thought.
“What?” Kai said with sudden worry, “tell me.” He closed the gap between your bodies, knuckles coming up to stroke your cheek lightly.
“I love what we have, Kai. And I don’t want to lose it, but if we get caught…” you trailed off.
Kai froze, his expression going serious, blue eyes saddening,”Y/N.”
“Yeah?” you raised your head, eyes meeting with his, which he promptly pulled away, his jaw pulsating lightly.
“Answer me honestly,” he whispered to the wooden floor.
You nodded, trying to catch his gaze to no prevail.
“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he said quietly.
Your eyebrows drew together in surprise, lips tilting down, “what?”
Kai’s expression was pained as he flickered his attention back up to you, “honestly,” he said again.
“No, no,” of course not,” you murmured, fingers coming up to graze his stubble and tilt his set jaw back up to your eyes. “Why would you say that?”
He sighed and chewed at his lower lip, releasing his hold around you.
“I don’t know, Y/N,” he sighed, voice low. “But I’m not ashamed of ‘what we have here,’ and clearly you are since we’ve been playing this game for weeks.”
You closed your eyes and turned away, pacing lightly as you formulated your next words.
“It’s not like that, Kai,” you breathed lamely.
“So then what? Why do we sneak around like this all the time, I-I hate it,” he stammered, shaking his head.
You stopped in your tracks, feet planting to the ground. You raised your head, and in the reflection of the glass window you could see Kai staring at you, blue eyes glistening and slender fingers twisting at his silver rings with worry.
“I want to…” he trailed off softly, his bright eyes meeting yours in the reflection.
“Want to what?” you stood your ground, heart hammering away.
“I want to hold your hand,” Kai whispered, approaching you from behind, his fingertips coming to graze lightly against yours, sending electricity through your blood.
“I want to tell you how beautiful you are,” he flushed rose, tracing a pattern against your opened palms.
“I want to bring you flowers,” he said, swishing his hand and plucking a yellow dandelion from the air before pushing your hair softly back to tuck it snugly behind your ear.
He stepped around to stand in front of you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he held your face in his hold, eyes darting over your features as you breathed in a shaky breath and lost yourself in his soft aroma of pines and spice.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, brushing his parted lips on the tip of your nose.
“I want to do all these things with you all the time, without having to feel scared, without having to hide how much I love you,” he said. “Because I do love you, with every beat of my dead heart, I love you.”
He stared at you, gaze intense, waiting for a response, but your words seemed frozen in your throat. He dropped his hands, taking a step back with a gulp, “but if you don’t feel like that…”
“I do,” you cut him off, taking him by the wrists and bringing him back to you. “I’m not scared to be caught because I’m scared of what people will think of me, I’m scared to get caught because I’m scared of what they’ll think of you. I couldn’t care less about judgement against myself, but if they found out, do you think they would be happy for us? I’m supposed to be ‘the good one’ you know, the one who always does the right thing, and you’re-”
“The psychopath,” he finished quietly.
“No, but you’re not,” you said, tilting his face to yours when he tried to turn. “You were outcast for something you couldn’t control, so you put these walls up because nobody would let you in. But I did. I saw a boy who was abandoned and abused to the point where no one could see him for what he was; the most clever, witty, charming, and compassionate guy I’ve had the privilege of falling in love with. But they don’t see that, and I hate it. I hate it because it means they would think you were a bad influence, because they would try and take you away from me, or hurt you, and I don’t ever want to think of a life without you in it, Malachai Parker.”
His lips trembled, tears escaping from his eyes and rolling across his sculpted cheeks.
“You love me?” he murmured, almost barely audibly, as if the thought alone was unbelievable to him.
You bounced onto your tip toes, catching his tears with little kisses before planting your lips softly against his own.
“With all my heart,” you smiled softly.
Kai smiled faintly, unable to speak as he practically flew into your arms, wrapping you in his embrace, arms firm around you as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his hands gently pulling through your locks, cool rings brushing against your flesh.
“What’s wrong?” you said into his skin, eyes closed.
“I’m happy,” he assured, “I just don’t know how to show you how thankful I am.”
“For what?” you said, brushing your lips against his jaw.
“For you,” he said.
You blushed furiously and pecked him on the lips, “you can start by being my boyfriend.”
“I like the sound of that,” he smiled against your mouth.
“You sure? I didn’t scare you off just now?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” he said, squishing his nose against yours. “I’d do it all for you.”
Request:Hello! So every stinking time I ask about T'Challa people say no so fingers crossed on this one lol. But I was wondering if you could do an ask on T'Challa finding out his significant other is pregnant and him just spoiling her and being all protective and all that because T'Challa is a precious cinnamon roll and I love him.
You were beyond eager to give your husband the news, after months of trying you were finally pregnant. T’Challa was due back any minute from a brief mission with the Avengers. As you waited you paced, full of nervous energy. Despite knowing that the two of you would be alright with a little one it still made you unbelievably nervous. There was a big difference between trying for a baby and having the baby be a reality. Your hand touched your stomach, despite there being no baby bump to gratify your touch, however just the knowledge that there was a group of cells inside of you destined to become a baby made you smile. You were going to be a mother. You find yourself looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to imagine how you’d change, how the expanse of your beautiful brown skin would stretch to accommodate a child.
“Admiring your beauty, love?” T’Challa questioned. You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. You hadn’t heard him enter. You turned and hurried into his arms. He pulled you into a tight hug.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” you gushed with a grin. T’challa looked down at you fondly, moving a bit of your hair out of the way.
“I am glad to be home,” he admitted and leaned down to kiss you. You accepted the kiss gratefully then just looked up at him. You didn’t know how to bring up the subject. Could you just blurt it out?
“Is something the matter?” he questioned.
You shook your head still smiling, “I’m pregnant,” you blurted, too excited to make any build up. Even without any dramatic suspense he was stunned into silence for a moment, before he seized you in another embrace, this one sweeping you off your feet. He spun you in a circle and kissed you all over your face. You laughed grabbing his face so you could kiss him properly. As he set you back down he was still smiling.
“I love you so much,” he proclaimed.
“I love you too.”
T’Challa always treated you like a queen… and not just because you are. He spoiled you to the max. Not just with material things but with his time and affection. For some reason you had expected that to die down as you grew bigger with your child. You were unbelievably wrong. He pressed his lips to your round belly sending love to you and your baby.
“You are so beautiful,” he grinned at you as you sat in bed. You rolled your eyes at him and looked down at your beach ball belly.
“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed.
“I mean it. Look at you,” he pointed at the body mirror across the room. You got a good look at your profile from there, “you are glowing, you are a goddess.”
“Why are you so damn sweet?” you gushed as you attacked his face with kisses.
“You are the love of my life, bearing my child. I know no other way to honor one I love so much.”
Just like that you were crying, and maybe it was just the crazy pregnancy hormones, but either way he gathered you up in his arms and held you close. You fell asleep in his arms, you woke up in the middle of the night with an extreme hunger for pickles. You carefully got out of bed, being sure not to wake your husband. The kitchen was fully stocked with all of your usual cravings. As you looked in the fridge you also decided to grab some ice cream. You fixed yourself a bowl of ice cream… that quickly turned into a sundae as you added toppings. However you still wanted your pickle. You struggled to open the jar and as you did so you heard T’Challa call your name. He sounded distressed, you could hear running footsteps.
“What? What’s the matter?” you asked suddenly tense as he came to stand in the kitchen with you. He ran a hand over his face and let out a sigh.
“You weren’t in bed, I got worried.” he said in an exasperated tone.
“I just went to get a snack. This little monster has me ravenous.”
“You should have told me.”
“You were asleep.”
“Wake me up next time.”
“I can make myself a snack. I’ll be okay.”
“Anything could happen! What if you fell? Or what if someone was in the palace?”
“I doubt that would happen, but if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll wake you up next time I want a snack in the middle of the night.”
“Thank you,” he walked over to you and hugged you. You sighed softly and hugged him back, jar of pickles still in hand. As he let you go, you handed him the jar.
I’ve been thinking about how some bantering between Stephen Strange and Tony Stark would go. I hope they do that in the next movie and I imagine it would be hilarious. I am interested in how you think it would go.-Requested by @punken316
The tension in the air was almost tangible. Maybe it was a bad idea to convince your new friend Stephen Strange to meet your good friend Tony Stark. But Stephen was a sorcerer, and could be a potential valuable member to the Avengers. After all, he already saved the world once. The only problem was getting past the awkward first-meeting stage.
Tony cleared his throat after a long, uncomfortable moment of silence. “… So you’re friends with (y/n), I see.”
Stephen kept his gaze even, like he was trying to stare into Tony’s soul. “Yes, that’s right.”
“That’s… cool.” Tony shifted in his chair. “And… how long did you say you knew each other for again?”
“That’s… nice.” Tony turned to you. “And you trust this guy that you’ve met for a month, right?”
You nodded your head, “With my life. Stephen’s a good guy, Tony. You can trust me on that.”
“Mm.” He studied the sorcerer with contempt. It was all-too obvious that he didn’t like the guy. “So Stephen, tell me about yourself. (Y/n) mentioned you were a magician. Do you do, like, party tricks or something?”