but practice makes perfect right


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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst (the usual lol)

word count: 2.5k

description: living next to your ex boyfriend and having to listen to him with a new girl every night was annoying - but it’s okay cause you have taehyung.

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New Beginnings

Originally posted by sheexhalesvanillalace

Summary: Dance Practice for the Yule Ball and Y/n and George are paired up to practice. Just flufffff! Also need to tag @notgreengrass for being the editor over my posts, and helping me with the ending. I have no idea what I would do without you, tysm for making my writing that much better!

Word Count: 1578

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

The Yule Ball, as McGonagall described it, was a tradition that only happened during the Triwizard Tournament in which boys and girls — third year and up — attend a formal dance. The partying was what George was fine with, but the aspect he was had trouble with was the dance class.
Sure, on the outside he joked around about the ordeal with his twin brother, but on the inside, George was terrified. It wasn’t because McGonagall was forcing everyone to learn how to do the Waltz correctly, no. It was because of the person he longed to dance with.

Y/n stood just across the room with all the other girls. It was a sunny day, and so her y/h/c hair looked glossy from the diamond-like reflections of the large window. Her smile was captivating, radiant even, as she laughed at the sight of McGonagall and Ron dancing together. Her hips were swaying ever so slightly to the soft music bouncing off the stone walls of the room.

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Haechan - “This isn’t a K-Drama”

Originally posted by 1aeil

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: Anon

Request: can you write a haechan (donghyuck) from nct imagine where its your first time making out or smth and its all akward n cute ? tyyyy 



Hello my beautiful anon! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first NCT request and I’m so happy that it’s about my beautiful baby Haechan! He’s my bias and I’m very excited to be writing about him! I know the story is a little long for an imagine, and also kind of rushed, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Also, I’m sorry if it’s not as awkward and cute as you wanted, but I tried my best and I really hope I don’t disappoint! Please let me know what you think and please feel free to request again in the future! :)


Making out wasn’t like in the movies, that was for sure.

In the short time span you had been alive you had always believed that making out with the one you loved was this fun, cute thing that happened in every teen based TV show you had ever seen. That it was something exciting and pleasurable and something that couldn’t be explained. That it was something that just happened. Something that everyone naturally knew how to do. Something that was, well…easy.

Yet, here you were, leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter as Haechan, your boyfriend of 3 months, continued to kiss you passionately, your arms awkwardly hanging by your sides as his hands continued to confidently rub against the thin material covering your waist. Your mind continued to get increasingly foggier, the warm feeling of Haechan pressed against you traveling through your body and into your chest, your heart swelling in happiness but your body freezing in inexperience.

“Babe.” Haechan chuckled suddenly, his sweet voice forcing you out of your trance as he pulled away from you softly. “You can’t just stand there. Kissing is a 2-person thing, ya know. This isn’t a K-Drama.”

You looked up at him and laughed, his humor making you feel slightly better about the awkward situation. You then continued to let out a small sigh and shook your head lightly, your teeth gently pushing into your bottom lip as the right words failed to form in your mouth.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your shyness keeping you from meeting his eyes. “I’ve just never done this before and you obviously have. I don’t really know what to do.”

Haechan looked at you and laughed, his hand gently reaching out and gripping your chin as he forced you to look away from the ground and into his eyes. Pools of brown bored into your face as he gave you a small smile, gently removing his other hand from your waist and gripping your wrist, slowly moving your hand from awkwardly hanging by your side and to his neck, small shocks running through your arm as the warmth of his skin met yours.

“Well, let’s start with this.” Haechan recommended playfully, slowly moving closer to you as he brought your other hand to his waist. “I’m not expecting you to be some professional kisser or anything, but you at least got to do something with your hands.”

You let out a small laugh, looking into Haechan’s lively gaze as his notorious, yet charmingly devilish nature started to take over. You moved toward him slowly, your heartbeat speeding up as you could feel his warm breath fan against your lips. He gave you a small, reassuring smile as he leaned into you, his lips no more than a centimeter away from yours as he watched nervousness slowly return to your body.

“Don’t worry, jagiya. Practice makes perfect, right?” He asked, not even giving you time to answer before his warm and gentle lips reconnected with yours.

The kiss was tame at first, soft presses of velvety skin meeting one another and making your heart burst. You leaned into Haechan impulsively, your hand gently squeezing the back of his neck as all feelings of nervousness and inexperience quickly started to leave your body. Haechan’s fingertips slowly began to ghost down your neck and back to your waist, his sweet lips pressing harder against yours as he pulled you closer to him.

You froze for a moment, your mind becoming foggy once again as the new feeling became somewhat overwhelming. Haechan was comforting though, his gentle lips whispering small, reassuring words as tingles begun to crawl down your spine. You unconsciously shuttered, a small gasp leaving your lips as you pulled Haechan closer to you, warmth spreading through your body as you finally began to stop worrying and lost yourself in the kiss.

Haechan let out a small groan, slowly testing the waters by lightly grazing your bottom lip with his tongue. Another tremor ran through you, your mind racing with thoughts as you slowly opened your mouth and met your hot tongue with his. You couldn’t help but wonder if what you were doing was right or if you were taking a completely wrong path, but at this point you didn’t care, the pleasurable feeling of Haechan’s lips pressed against yours better than anything you had ever felt before.

The two of you only kissed for another minute or so, the need for air finally beginning to set in and forcing you to pull away. Haechan immediately tried to pull you to him again, his sly attempt at stealing another kiss making you giggle as you placed your hands on his chest and created a slight distance. Haechan looked down at you, a bright sparkle in his eyes as he stared down into your blush covered face.

“See, I told you not to be nervous. We just need to practice some more…a lot more…like right now more.” He said, a playful attitude lacing his voice as he smiled at you gently.

“You will NOT practice more.” A voice screamed, the exasperated tone ringing throughout the dorm and making you jump. You looked up immediately, eyes searching for the perpetrator before coming face to face with Taeil and the rest of the boys, the light shuffle of shoes against wood entering your ears as all of them quickly made their way into the kitchen.

“Taeil!” Haechan gasped, gently removing his arms from your waist as his eyes grew wide in concern.

“Don’t ‘Taeil’ me! What the heck do you two think you’re doing!?” He asked, hand reaching forward and pointing at the two of you as if you had just been caught making out by a parent or teacher.

You looked at him in surprise, eyes wide as fear and embarrassment set in. You were frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights, your face heating up as a deep blush made its way onto your cheeks and your hands fidgety as you heard some of the other boy’s chuckle at your state.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk in on something like this?! Winwin is probably scarred for life now!” Yuta hissed, quickly grabbing Winwin’s arm and pulling him through the dorm.

“Yeah, we don’t want to see you getting it on in the kitchen! This is where we eat!” Mark scolded, quickly making his way past you and Haechan and into his room.

“You’re only children! Don’t ever let me catch you doing that again!” Taeyong demanded, a deep sense of authority lacing his words as he made his way into the living room and turned on the TV.

You heard a chorus of ‘yeah’s’ and ‘for reals’ as the rest of the members quickly made their way inside, each of them giving you and Haechan the stare down as all of them ended up lounging in the living room. You looked at Haechan with wide eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do, and gave a slight shrug, hoping he would say something to lighten the awkward situation.

“Hey, Haechan. I’m watching you, buddy.” Johnny called out, eyes boring into his before secretly giving him a small smirk and a giant thumbs up.

anonymous asked:

ok here's the thing. i really love you and your blog, i love your aesthetic and your characters, but Plance makes me SO uncomfy because of the age Pidge is supposed to be (under 18, Lance being at least 18). i don't want to unfollow you after all this time but being on mobile, i can't blacklist the ship ;~; and i don't wanna tell you not to enjoy the ship, that's mean of me. what do you suggest i do?

Firstly, I’m flattered that you enjoy my blog so much. And I appreciate your coming to me personally so we can work this out like adults (even though I have no idea how old you actually are, but I digress)rather than taking part in the already overwhelming amount of fandom drama. So thank you for that.

Secondly, as a Pidgance shipper myself - and somebody who absolutely does NOT condone adult/child relationships - please allow me a second of your time to first attempt to solve the issue at it’s source, so there’s a possibility you may not have to work around it at all. 

See, the big problem with the Pidgance ship is less in the ship itself, and more in the way that some fans tend to inaccurately interpret it.

A lot of people view it as this:

When in reality, it’s really as simple as this:

We know very little about the Voltron characters, and one of the biggest missing links in terms of character info is the specific ages of the paladins. But here’s the thing, we DO have enough canon evidence to determine one thing: they’re all teenagers (Shiro being just slightly older, I wanna say 22 at the oldest).

You said above that the reason Pidgance as a ship makes you uncomfortable is solely because Lance is “at least 18″. But the thing is, there’s no supporting info for that claim. The most we’ve been given in terms of ‘specifics’ is that he’s in his “late teens”. In fact, it’s actually much more likely that he might be 16-17, at MOST. Which, in my opinion, is much more believable, because he appears to be somewhere in the high-school age region.

Pidge is, at the youngest, 14. That’s not canon, per se, but it’s the general consensus. A 14-year-old is still considered a teenager and-as I’ve stated before-is actually the age of the average high-school freshman in the US. So, they’re both within the high-schooler age range. They could be, at most, 5 years apart (which is honestly not that big a gap to start) in season 1, but it’s more plausible that the difference is closer to 2-3 years. Now consider how that gap will shrink as they age. Because the “teenager” age range is so small and such a crucial point for a person’s development, we tend to view the age gaps as being bigger than they actually are. Sure, when she’s 14, Pidge seems like a child still, but in less than a year she’ll be 15…which is within the age range of the average disney heroine who- more often than not- has an older love interest. See what I’m getting at here?

Me, personally, I don’t even much like the idea of Pidge and Lance getting together until several seasons have passed and they’ve both had a chance to mature some. And by the time I’d like to see something happen between them, they’d both be well old enough. So the fact that she’s (widely believed to be) 14 at this point in the series really isn’t even relevant to me. It’s not a big enough gap to be concerning in my opinion. If she were 12 or younger (or if Lance was older than we can justly assume he is), I would absolutely be opposed to it, but that’s not the case. And given the fact that my own parents are TEN years apart, I think 2-5 years is, honestly, not a big deal.


So, I hope that’s helped you see the ship in a less discomforting light. 

Note:The point of this analysis really wasn’t to make you like the ship (although that’d be a cool result), it’s only meant to clear up some of the big misconstrued facts surrounding the ship and its legitimacy. Also, to reiterate the fact that I DO NOT support ships that consist of a child and an adult, and if that were the case with Pidgance, I WOULD NOT ship it. I’ve done my research, no morals are being compromised in the shipping of these characters.

However, if for any reason you still are strongly opposed to this ship, that’s fine. My cup of tea doesn’t have to be yours. Unfortunately, there isn’t a lot that I can do in the way of helping you avoid it while still enjoying my content, tumblr is fairly limited in that respect. I could recommend that you track some of my personalized tags so you can be aware of when something of a particular theme is posted? Maybe bookmark my blog’s tag searches so you can just pop in for updates? Or, you could email the staff and see if they can help with your mobile blacklisting issue. That’s all I can really think of to work around the problem, love, I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.

Have a nice day, and God bless <3

Will and Nico are about to do it.
  • will: so... are you sure?
  • nico: yeah
  • will: but you've never done this before... I feel-
  • nico: hey. neither did you. I love you. and I feel ready. I wanna do it with you
  • will, teary eyed: nico... this means so much to me. it's amazing
  • nico: I know. I love you.
  • will: it's a thing we never tried and I'm so scared to suck at it
  • nico: you won't. I trust you.
  • will, taking a deep breath: okay. you are right. practice makes perfect, after all
  • nico: that's the spirit
  • will, turning XBOX on: and now... LET'S DO THIS!!!!

“Even if maybe they don’t love me back, I just… want to see them…”


I tried drawing Chase Brody as a practice to get back into the swing of drawing digitally again. I mean hell, practice makes perfect… right?
@therealjacksepticeye, I’m sorry for fucking him up. :) Hopefully some Amy, Mark and Signe art goes up on my page a bit more. I swear to god, I can’t even-


Wicked Games

this imagine was inspired from Wicked Games by The Weeknd

I’ve only written smut once or twice before, so this might not be the greatest thing you’ve ever read, but hey, practice makes perfect, right?

warnings: swearing, smutty smut smut, gun play, daddy kink ofc, cheater!joker, nsfw gifs


PSA: if you don’t like smut, DO NOT READ THIS. use your common sense.


You and the Joker used to have a thing, until Harley came along. She swept him right off his feet, and he forgot all about you. You hadn’t heard from him in over a year, and you hadn’t seen him either.

But you were okay with that. He hurt you more than words could describe. You thought he loved you, but he was just tricking your mind so you would be his sex toy. He loves Harley now, and you’re on your own.

You had just got home from going to the club, surprisingly enough it was the Joker’s club, but you successfully avoided the VIP section in case he was there.You just had a drink or two, and you had fun dancing with some pretty attractive guys. They all tried to turn the dancing into something more, but you kindly declined and moved on to grinding against the next guy on your radar.

You rip your heels off of your sore feet and set them by your front door, making sure to lock it. You walk into your kitchen and sit on the counter, scrolling through your phone. You notice you have a text from an unknown number. It says, “Come into your bedroom.”

You nervously grab a gun from a drawer and tip toe down the hallway, towards your room. Your finger is already resting on the trigger, ready to shoot someone down. Opening the door, you see someone laying on your bed. You flick on the lights, and that’s when your heart almost falls out of your ass.

The Joker. Laying on your bed.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, not moving from the door, the gun pointed at him. He laughs and gets up, walking towards you. You press the barrel against his forehead, completely ready to drop him at any moment.

“I thought we could spend some time together. Maybe have some fun.” By the way he was looking you up and down, you knew just what he meant by ‘fun’. “Don’t shoot me, doll, I can tell you miss me.” You don’t move an inch, and with that, he jerks the gun from your grasp, pointing it towards his temple and laughing.

“What about Harley?” You ask, glaring at him with hatred in your eyes. 

“She’s back home. I don’t love her anymore.” He says running the gun along your cheek. “Come to think of it, I never really did.”

“Get out.” You say, opening your bedroom door more and nodding towards it. “Now.”

His eyes fill with rage, and he slams the door, pushing you against it. He’s pointing his own gun towards you. The irony almost makes you laugh.

“Shoot me, I don’t care. At least I’ll get away from you.” You smirk, knowing he didn’t have the balls to do it. He growls, making you notice how much you missed it. He looked you up and down once again, admiring every curve your skimpy dress showed off. You felt an all too familiar feelings between your legs. Forgetting all about hating him, you lean your head up and start to lick the tip of the gun.

You keep eye contact with J as his eyes glaze over with lust. He grinds his metal capped teeth together as you put the barrel in your mouth and slowly bob your head up and down, just a little. He removes the gun from your mouth and presses his body against yours, wedging you between him and the door. He wraps one hand around your throat, and one hand trails the gun down your stomach and lifts the hem of your dress above your waist. He smiles as he notices you weren’t wearing underwear.

“Were you expecting me?” He touches his lips to your neck, right below your jawline. He slowly runs the tip of the gun over your clit, making you gasp. You tangle your hands through his electric hair, messing up its perfect form. As he continues to rub your throbbing clit with the gun, he trails kisses from your collarbone up to your mouth, immediately shoving his tongue against yours. You moan into his mouth when he adds more pressure to your clitoris. 

“J,” You breathe out. He pulls back, only to connect hit mouth to your earlobe, sucking and biting. “Please fuck me.”

“Oh doll,” He growls in your ear. “I thought you’d never ask.” He throws the gun onto the bed, and throws you right next to it. He pulls you by your ankles so that you legs hang off the side of the bed. He begins to unzip the back of your dress, and your arch your back to let him slide it off of your frame. Spreading your thighs apart, he gets on knees and throws your legs over his shoulders. His face is only inches away from your needy pussy. “You’re glistening, kitten.” Your pussy clenches as the nickname he used to call slips through his red lips. He kisses up your inner thigh, biting occasionally, earning a smile gasp from you each time. He licks his tongue all around your pussy, causing you to become even more wet. You need his tongue on you.

“Please stop teasing me,” You moan out, lacing your fingers through his hair and pushing it closer to your heat. He purrs as he licks all the way up your slit and flicks his tongue over your clit. He slides his middle finger over your slick entrance, pushing it in and then pulling it back out, sliding back over it again. He repeats this, over and over again, teasing you so much to the point tears almost fall from your eyes. He finally buries two long fingers deep inside of you, making you moan loud enough that you’re sure your neighbors heard it. He wiggles his fingers against your g-spot and begins to suck on your clit.

“Do you wanna squirt for me, baby doll?” He looks up at you, his tongue still all over your clit. You nod, the immense amount of pleasure sweeping through your body making you speechless. “Use your words.” He demands.

“Yes, Daddy, please make my sweet little pussy squirt.” His gaze becomes almost animalistic at his new nickname. He continues flicking his tongue over your clit, and you begin to feel like you need to pee. 

“D-Don’t stop,” You whine. The knot in your stomach releases, your body tensing up and then relaxing as you scream out ‘Daddy’. J quickly moves his mouth down to catch all of your juices that are squirting from your pussy. 

J flips you over, so you’re on your hand and knees, ass high up in the air. You hear him unzips his pants and take off his shirt, throwing all his clothing to the side along with his boxers. He leans over you, and you feel his tip brush against your opening. 

“Did you miss these moments with me, (Y/N)?” He growls as he bites the back of your neck harshly, surely leaving a hickey. 

“Yes,” You moan out. Your legs were quivering at the thought of his huge cock inside of you. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes, please Daddy.” 

He leans up and runs his dick up and down your pussy, slowly pushing the tip in. You gasp at how much he’s already stretching you out. He quickly stuffs the rest of himself inside of you, pulling completely out slowly.

“Daaaddddyyyyy,” You whine, tired of being teased like this. He only laughs.

He grabs onto your hips and slams into you. You scream out in pleasure as his pace quickens immediately. Everytime he buries himself in you, his rams into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back into your head and your moans become louder.

He groans and his thrust become sloppier as he grabs your hair and tugs you up. He stills pounds into you, and the knot in your stomach comes back. He bites your neck and lets out a long moan, and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you. 

“Yes, kitten, milk Daddy’s cock.” He growls in your ear, sending you over the edge. You scream out as your second orgasm takes over you, your walls clenching around him as your juice runs down his dick. J thrusts one last time, burying himself balls deep into and cumming. He pulls out of you, purring lowly as he watches his load drip out of your swollen pussy

He collapses onto the bed and runs a hand through his sweaty mess of hair. You curl up next to him. 

“I missed you,” You sigh.

“I missed you more, kitten.”

that took longer than expected. oops

“If you want me, tell me.” Daryl Dixon.

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

You’d think the last of my concerns would be how I looked in front of a man I found attractive with the way the world is now. But once we settled down in a seemingly safe place, we began to retreat to our old ways which included the longing of being intimate with another person. What should really be concerning is who I ended up being intimate with.

Daryl Dixon and I hadn’t gotten along all that well in the beginning of the end of the world. His brother, Merle and himself would constantly catcall me back in Atlanta along with Andrea and any other woman they thought was attractive enough. Merle was mainly the one who initiated things, it was always Merle that started any problems, and Daryl would follow. I didn’t actually think they were bad people for this, there were much worse things people could do in the new world than catcall a woman, but they’re sleazy comments were still not welcomed.

But when Merle had gone missing, and Rick had arrived, Daryl changed. Merle was no longer there to influence the young Dixon brother. Daryl was on his own and had to make his own choices, and they were better choices than those of Merle’s. I’m not saying Merle wasn’t a good person, because he definitely had his own moments, but he was a manipulator and Daryl had been easily influenced in the past.

Now, when we settled into Alexandria and it looked like we had a new start, Daryl was a changed man. He was kind and good, someone reliable and the type of person to take a bullet for the ones he loved. He was an asset to our family. To us. His new character was certainly something admirable.

I won’t deny I found Daryl attractive, now more than ever when I was living alone and hadn’t had sex in a long time. Daryl looked at me too. His eyes hungry and his hands shaking from the restraint he kept from reaching out and taking me like a man takes a woman. The longer we waited the more desperate we became, more irritable until finally we were alone and in the perfect setting, or at least, perfect enough to get our rocks off.

Daryl and I went out on a run together for supplies we were running low on. The essentials. The vibrations of his motorcycle made the spot between my legs tingle with excitement and desire. The feeling of his toned torso underneath my fingers lead me to fantasize how his skin would feel against mine. Suddenly, the engine shut off and we were in a small convenience store. Daryl got off the bike and stared at me as I got off as well. “What?” I asked. Daryl shook his head and we went inside.

The light outside dimly lit the inside of the store and we took as much as there was left. Even if we didn’t think we needed it, if it was up for grabs, it was ours. I had gone to the back of the store and found a couple medical supplies that I hoped Denise would find a use for and then I felt a firm chest against my back. Large, rough hands circled to my front and pushed me harder against the person behind me.

“You need to stop looking at me the way you do back home.” Daryl whispered in my ear. “If you want me, tell me.”

“Do you want me?” I asked, letting my head fall back as his lips traced the shell of my ear. Daryl nodded and moved his fingertips underneath my t-shirt, the callouses on the pads of his fingers felt enticing against my skin.

“Like a man in a desert wants water.” he growled, turning me around and pressing a firm kiss to my lips. I returned the gesture and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair and letting him lift me up and sit me on the pharmacist counter.

We undressed each other like a child unwraps a present on Christmas morning and the moment Daryl joined us I was in a state of bliss I had long forgotten. His body moved roughly against mine, quickly and desperate, as if we didn’t have all the time in the world. His hands held my hips tightly while his fingers dug deeply and painfully into my skin, leaving bruises for me to reminisce over later.

“Daryl,” I moaned as I began to reach my high. Daryl’s hips snapped in quicker motions, harder until I saw stars. “Oh, Daryl!” I cried.

Daryl grunted into my neck, growling and moving faster and harder with each passing moment until we both came suddenly. I bit onto his shoulder to keep myself from moaning too loudly and attracting any walkers. Daryl held my body closely as he came and I caught my breath while I caressed his back. Daryl sighed and slowly pulled himself out of my aching core. I whimpered softly and he rested his forehead against mine, breathing through his nose.

“It’s been a while.” he mumbled.

“For me too.” I whispered, pecking his lips softly. “But practice makes perfect.”

“Is that right?” he smirked, his hands reached between my thighs, spreading my legs out a little wider.

There was a low groaning from outside just then and Daryl pulled on his pants before he grabbed his crossbow from the ground. I smiled as I pulled on my clothes as well and looked up when I heard the arrow shoot out. Daryl came back in with a bloody arrow and dressed himself. “Fucking cockblock.” he muttered making me laugh.

“We’ll practice at home.” I reassured him as we packed up our supplies. I had never seen Daryl drive back to Alexandria so quickly.

Requested: Reader and Daryl didn’t get along when they were in Atlanta, but once Merle is gone and Team Family arrives in Alexandria they begin to like each other a little more than friends. Sorry it’s short, I’m not really good with smut. Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! xx

You were born with starlight in your eyes and rust in your throat,
Sharp tongue and scraped knees and hunger that burned in your belly.

They called you: she-wolf and devil’s daughter,
and you laughed and ran through fields of cotton with your skirt hiked up to your hips, your lipstick smeared from stolen kisses under the pines.

I loved that devil girl, that wildfire's​ child.

The pine reminds me of you now, now that I am older and no longer run with my skirt up and my lipstick smeared,
laughing as we burned.

—  (e.m.)
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magic-colouredsoul  asked:

Hey!! I loved loved loved the bi!Jonas at university you wrote. And I need more of it and more of Alexander/Jonas. Could you PLEASE write more??

I AM SO DELIGHTED YOU LIKED IT. i can’t tell you how excited i was to get this!! <3. So if anyone is confused af about wo Alexander is READ ME (its a drabble I did last week on Bi!Jonas)


It’s almost six months into their actual fully-formed, adult relationship that Jonas brings himself to think the words. It’s not that he hasn’t felt it. Because he has. He’s probably felt it from the first night he ever spent with Alexander– the warmth in his stomach, the overwhelming sensation of being seen; of being looked at and known from the inside out.

So yeah, feeling it isn’t the problem. It’s more like…

Okay, so this isn’t very good of him, but Jonas doesn’t exactly know who is supposed to say the words first. Like– in his relationships with girls, he always expected to say it first. He said it first with Eva and he meant it then, in the way that you always mean it for your first love.

But Alexander is different and stronger and—

So he feels it. But does he say it? 

“Are you really asking me this?” Isak says over the phone after two hours of Jonas staring at the ceiling, wondering if he was going to be banished from the Bi-club for not knowing how to say ‘I love you’ to another guy.

Jonas groans, “Shut the fuck up, Isak. I know. I know, okay? It’s weird and probably low-key offensive but it’s weird for me to think about saying it to another guy.” 

“Why though?” There is a thump on the other side of the line and then Isak calling out in English, “John, please don’t set the lab on fire- tonight is date night with my boyfriend and I’d like to be there. Jonas, man, do you love him?”

“Yes,” Jonas grouses, “Enough to genuinely think about buying him a Valentine’s day card. Capitalist bullshit, but he’s romantic like that.”

“Romantic,” Isak says dryly and then, “For fucks sake, John. Okay, Jonas, bro, it’s not any different from a girl. If you feel it, say it. Jesus Christ, was this how Eslikd always felt?”

Jonas rolls his eyes and hangs up shortly after.

Okay. So that wasn’t a lot of help. But he can do this. Practice makes perfect, right?

He moseys his way out of bed and into the bathroom, glaring at the mirror above the sink.

“I love you,” He says to his reflection, picturing bright hazel eyes and dark golden hair in his place. “I love you. Enough to want to buy flowers and shit. I love you.”

He closes his eyes and thinks about last weekend, when they stayed in bed all day and just– lived, laughed, breathed together with a documentary about the benefits of legalizing weed. They got into the spirit, of course, and spent much of the time shotgunning.

“I love you,” Jonas says again, eyes still tightly shut, “I love you. I love you. Okay. This isn’t so bad. One more time.”

A deep breath, “Alex-”

A dry voice, “You love me?”

Jonas jumps hard enough to hit his hip on the sink and rattle the mirror. “Alex.”

There he stands, in all of his glory, lightly worn leather jacket across his shoulders. He holds up the spare key Jonas always leaves under the mat in explanation on how he’s here and why he didn’t knock.


“Um-” Jonas thinks fast, pulling a hand through wild curls, “So-”

 Alex pushes off the doorway and crowds into Jonas’s space. And fuck, he must love Alex, if the lack of distance doesn’t bother him at all. “You love me?”

“Yeah,” Jonas says, “Yeah I do.”


Guzma doodles from things I’ve been doing in my free time. (holy crap my last Guzma drawing took off. 70+ notes!)

Also tried my hand at Golisopod. Used the ref on the top left of the drawing. Thought I should include it somewhere. I messed up so much though, even with a ref right in my face. Ah well, practice makes perfect as they say.

Also also also.

Happy 26th Birthday to me. I bred a shiny Wimpod for myself as a present.

cupofkauffie  asked:

Percival Graves falling for you HC???💙🖤💙 (like him noticing your little quirks)

First time writing him! So excuse me if this is poor quality lol Practice makes perfect, right? 🖤

Master list

-Graves only knew you as the rookie auror, and as the director he was far too busy to worry himself with your personal training.
-The first few weeks he saw you more though. Everyone treated you about as well as any rookie.
-Coffee runs, filing, basically anything to turn you off or either build you up.
-But, that’s what caught his attention the first time. Throughout all the teasing, and unnecessary duties, you remained determined.
-He’d be staring at you from his desk, as you poured him a cup of coffee. And even through his stoic expression, you’d just smile at him.
-“I hope you enjoy, Mr. Graves.”
-And he couldn’t begin to comprehend why, but the edge of his lips would twitch, barely threatening a smile back.
-But, he remained composed as ever, dark eyes fixed on you as you rushed out of his office.
-But, there you were, day after day, still pouring him a new cup of coffee.
-“Good morning, Mr. Gr-omg I’m sorry!”
-You somehow managed to pour far too much over his mug, and it dripped down across all his paperwork.
-In a panic you began wiping up what you could with your scarf, and he watched with the slightest air of amusement at your antics.
-You’d immediately stop, looking up at him worriedly as he rose gracefully from his chair.
-He looked you over, unreadable look in his eyes, but all he did was take your hand, wetting his handkerchief, and dabbing the reddened skin of your hand the hot coffee had touched.
-The tinge of pink that appeared on your cheeks caught his attention, and he smirked just a little.
-For whatever reason, he found himself constantly aware of your presence, and even when he managed to find time to relax at home your face was all he could think of.
-Your incessant need to be cheerful, your beautiful radiant smile, down to the very shyness you exhibited around him.
-It was all quite infatuating.
-He folded his handkerchief back up, pushing it into his pocket as he slowly slid your hands apart.
-The tingle you both felt made you look up, and your blush deepened as he turned back to his desk and cleared up the papers.
-“I’m so sorry, Mr. Graves…”
-“Think nothing of it.”
-Percival looked over at you, and even though he felt this tempting need to brush that loose strand of hair from your face, he kept his hands in his pockets.
-“I hear you’re training is coming along well.”
-“Yes, yes it is!” Again with that gorgeous smile that made his heart flutter.
-He gritted his teeth, and he gathered his things as he walked up next to you. He leaned down, lips just inches from your ear as he spoke lowly.
-“Excellent. I’ll personally see to it that you’ve finally completed your training.”

Hope that was ok! lol I may have gotten carried away. 😓

Originally posted by cochon-ville


Hobi in snapbacks & tank tops is my weakness >.< I hope he had a wonderful day and sorry for the random posts today but I’m just very excited to celebrate the birth of the light of my life ;)

warning: slightly mature themes since … ya know, he’s a fuckboy haha

The name Jung Hoseok was infamous in your college. From one end of the campus to the other, everyone knew about the resident fuckboy, who denied being one. Hoseok claimed he was a lover, as he rolled out of yet another strangers bed, told people he wanted to make others happy as he crawled out the windows of married lecturers homes, that he just had a lot of love to give, as he convinced people into threesomes.

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