cause i thought the moves were cool

Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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😊Truth Detector (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:Can I request an Ethan x Reader where the reader is best friends with Ethan and Grayson and they’re doing the lie detector test and somehow the reader ends up hooked up the machine and it comes out that she like Ethan (sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing tho 💖💖)

Warnings: Too cute ❤️❤️

A/N: Okay I thought this sounded so cute so I decided to write it but I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for the requests! I have finals coming up so requests are still OPEN but I may not post them till after the first week of May! :)

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“Hey guys what’s up?” The boys introduced their channel as I sit on the sidelines waiting to be introduced. I didn’t have plans to be in this video at all, but the boys were using my dad’s lie detector and my dad would kill me if they broke it or anything so I decided to be here and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.

“We have our lovely friend Y/N here today. This is her dad’s lie detector so she has to make sure we don’t break it or anything with how these results come out.” Grayson laughs as he stands to help Ethan hook up to the machine. “Yo Y/N how do you work this thing?” Grayson asks as he attempts to wrap the belt around Ethan. When they lifted up Ethan’s shirt I could see his abs and his smile which drove me crazy. He had such a cute smile which made my insides flutter. His abs looked so good against his charcoal sweatshirt. He was looking down fiddling with the belt between his fingers. I would have to wrap my arm around him to lock the belt into place against his belly button. “Earth to Y/N.” I heard Grayson say and I shake my head and look to him.

“Huh?” I asked and the boys laughed.

“Y/N you can’t keep daydreaming about us like that. We need help.” Ethan says chuckling. My heart melts as I feel my face begin to heat up. Was I that obvious? I didn’t mean to stare, but I can’t help it sometimes. “We need your help.” Ethan says and I walk over to the boys. Ethan had the belt on completely backwards. I started laughing as my fingers turn the belt around and I tighten the leather against his stomach. I look up to him and he was smiling down at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks.” He says and I smile back nodding.

“No problem.” I walked back to my seat as the boys did their video. I just scrolled on twitter while I heard the boys bicker back and forth over the questions.

“Y/N get over here we need help to end this argument.” Ethan hollers at me. I look up at the boys from my phone when they call me over. I walk over to them confused. “Who do you think is more attractive? Gray or me?” Ethan asks as I feel my stomach twist in knots again. I didn’t want to play this game.

“I mean you’re both attractive.” I said as I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Hopefully the boys don’t notice my cheeks changing colors.

“Well yeah we know that but who is more attractive? Ethan or me?” Grayson asks and Ethan turns his body around to face me. Both their dark eyes on me send chills throughout my body.

“Yeah Y/N who is more attractive? Me, a sexy stud muffin or Gray, an awkward golden potato?” He asks which sent me into a fit of laughter.

“I’m not an awkward potato. Remember when you peed your pants at our meet and greet?” Gray retorts sending me laughing harder. “Okay enough bickering. Y/N you’re the tie breaker! Who is it?” Grayson asks and I shrugged. I liked them both they were both fantastic. However, Ethan was the one I was more drawn to. He was always making me laugh and we just clicked. I couldn’t explain it. That skunk stripe in his fluffy hair, his black Ramones shirt, his thick pink lips with that gorgeous white smile, and his arms. The way they would wrap around me whenever he would be leaving for a trip or whenever he just missed me. He was always so warm and he always smelled of Giorgio Armani cologne.

“Wait I have an idea!” Ethan shouts as he attempts to rip the belt off of him. “Let’s ask Y/N who is more attractive with this on!” Ethan then pushes me down in his seat while he sits on my lap straddling me.

“Ethan!” I shrieked as he pulled my shirt up and wrapped the belt around my waist. I blushed but I tried to act like I hated him. I knew how this test worked. The test checks for changes from normal body functions so I just had to distract myself by chewing on my cheek or digging my nails into my skin.

“Okay let’s have some fun with this. Let’s ask some good questions now. Y/N am I more attractive than Ethan?” Grayson asks and I blushed hard.

“You’re both attractive. Please–”

“Grayson asked a question Y/N. Do you think he’s more attractive than me?” Ethan asked me looking me dead in the eyes.

“Yeah I think you’re more attractive than Ethan.” I said and Grayson’s grin grows while Ethan has a smirk spreading across his face.

“Yes okay! Did you ever have a crush on one of us?” Grayson asks biting his knuckle while watching me. Ethan decides to sit in the seat next to him.

“No I already answered my question.” I said as I tried to take the belt off but Ethan stopped me.

“Answer this one.” He says so calmly. For some reason it’s as if I was under his spell.

“Yes.” I said and they both smile at each other.

“Was it me?” Ethan asks as he pulls out a stick of gum and chews on it.

“No.” I said smirking and he stops chewing and his mouth hangs open.

“Was it me?” Grayson asks smiling.

“Nope.” I said leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. The boys both looked at me and smirked.

“Well if you won’t tell us then your results will.” Grayson says and he scooched over to the computer and my eyes widen. Ethan notices and he smiles a cheeky grin across his face. “Okay for the first result on if I was more attractive than Ethan you said yes and that was…” Grayson stops and looks between Ethan and I. “A lie.” He says and Ethan’s grin grows and so do his eyes. “Okay I’ll pretend that didn’t sting. Next one, Ethan asked if you ever had a crush on him and you said no and your results show…” I looked down to my feet while Grayson scrolled for the results in complete and utter shyness. I was too embarrassed for Grayson to say anything but I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me.

“A lie.” Ethan says and looks at me again. “Do you still like me?” He asks and I looked up at him.


“Grayson go outside.” Ethan says not breaking eye contact with me.

“Fine. We’ll do the outro later I guess.” He says as he pushes out his chair and walks up the stairs leaving Ethan and I alone.

“Do you still like me Y/N?” He asks again. I felt my heart racing like it was going to jump out of my chest.

“Yeah.” I said not looking up at him. He looks at the screen and smiles.

“The results show you are telling the truth.” He says and I smile still looking down at my feet. I hear Ethan scoot his chair out from the table which causes me to look up. He’s now standing in front of me leaning against the table. “This is the last question then we can take the detector off.” I nod as I look back down to my feet. He lifts my chin up to look in his dark eyes which glow to me for some reason. “Do you want to kiss me?” I look up at him confused.

“What?” I asked again even though I know exactly what he said. He started to chuckle again.

“You heard me.” He says taking my hand in his. My stomach was doing somersaults now. “Do you want to kiss me? Because I kinda wanna really kiss you.” I swallowed hard at Ethan’s comment. I looked up at him and muttered the only word I knew at that moment.

“Yes.” And with that Ethan grabbed my hands and pulled me up to meet him. We looked each other in the eyes as his hands rest on my hips and my arms lock around his neck. He leans back and looks at the screen then to me. He smiles and then presses his lips gently to mine. His kiss had a faint taste of mint to them. They were soft and cool as I pulled him closer to me. Our heads moved in sync and so did our bodies. He lightly gripped my hips and pushed me closer into him. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. We then pulled apart and panted lightly.

“That was better than I’ve ever thought.” He says which causes us both to laugh.

“Agreed.” We then heard Grayson walking down the stairs as he saw us all tangled together.

“Woah did not expect to see this.” He says laughing. “Come on E we gotta finish off the video.” He says and Ethan kisses my nose.

“Wait for me?” He asks and I nodded.

“Of course. I’ll be over there.” I said pointing to my seat. I unravel myself from his arms and I go to my seat as I wait for the boys to wrap up their video so Grayson could tease Ethan and I and ask us 20 questions. 

Xx Thanks for the request :)

The Relationship Formula

⇢  Draco x Reader; Pure-blood Slytherin; Arranged Marriage; Requested

The foundations of a successful married union consisted of a similar social status, economic class, and financial welfare. A relationship built upon the pillars of infatuation and impulse was unlikely to endure the inevitable difficulties of life.

Beginning at a young age, strict principles of the trivial illusion of love and the necessity for esteemed marriage were intertwined with daily life. That is not to say you were taught that love did not exist; no, you were simply taught that the preservation of the sacred, pure-blood status was far more important than finding the alleged true love.

The Malfoys were a powerful, pure-blooded family, venerated by the elitist community. You were a part of the highly revered bloodline, the Y/L/N’s. Both families birthed great Slytherins in their namesakes. Thus, an arranged marriage that ensured the union between the two families came as a surprise to no one.

What was not expected, however, was an arranged union between you and the Malfoys’ only son, Draco, when he and your fraternal twin had already developed a much closer bond. At times, it seemed as if they may have loved each other.

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While You Were Away (Steve Rogers x Reader)

yall are requesting so much steve angst rn it’s great


Prompt /song; ‘Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killers 


Other characters featured; Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killer. An angsty readerXCaptain America set after Civil War. The reader was obviously in love with Steve, but he’s into Sharon Carter. They can either get together or the reader is left heartbroken. (I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen this before).


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 1339

Originally posted by esgaroths

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Roommates (Part 1?)

Summary: When you’re forced to rent out your extra room, Im Jaebum was the last person you expected to have to share your living space with… luckily, he keeps things interesting.

Genre: romance, hot roommate (I think i just made up this genre???), prbly smut later tbh (sorry)

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: Hey guys/gals/all!!! Okay so this is my first ever like real original content so it may be a lil rough but let me know what you think and all that fun stuff!!! I’m thinking about continuing it and adding some… ya know… but it will all depend, so for rn it’s all pretty chill.  Also special thanks to @jaybleep​ bc Julia helped motivate me enough to do this and I 10/10 recommend following her if you don’t already!! 

UPDATE: Part 2 is now posted! 

UPDATE (AGAIN): So is Part 3!

Originally posted by magiccastles

“No, really, it’s fine Jen. I completely understand. I could never ask you to turn down a job offer like this,” y/n said, sighing into the phone.

“I’m so sorry,” Jen began, “I feel awful backing out on you like this, especially knowing how steep the rent is going to be without me”. She allowed her fingers to absentmindedly trace the rim of the coffee mug sitting in front of her while apologies continued flooding through the phone. After being inseparable since 6th grade, the two were both excited to finally share a small house together. It took months of searching, but eventually they stumbled upon the perfect place… well, what was the perfect place.

“It’s only for a little while, I promise. My boss says the move will be a year, max. Then I’ll come back and we can live the way we’ve been planning to!” Jen chirped, her speech optimistic and excessively bright. Y/n knew her friend’s overly happy tone was just a strategy she was implementing as an attempt to cheer both of them up, but it did bring her some comfort regardless. 

“You’re right, you’re right. I think I can manage for that long,” she teased, trying to hide the still-lingering disappointment from her voice. Jen had been working in the same accounting firm for a few years now, and had been offered a higher-paying position if she was willing to temporarily relocate to Cincinnati. The idea of being without her for such an extended period of time was difficult to think about, but y/n knew this was an opportunity of a lifetime for her best friend. 

“Thank you so much for understanding, y/n. You’re the best. I have to go, but text me if you need anything.” The friends exchanged quick goodbyes before hanging up on one another. She cleared her mug and now-empty plate from the table, dumping the remainder of the lukewarm coffee and rinsing her dishes off before placing them in the sink. Silence filled the air around her, and morning sunlight streamed in through the windows. Although the house was already beginning to feel a little more like home, y/n was quickly beginning to realize it wouldn’t be the same without her best friend there to share it. Deciding not to dwell too long on the phone call, she surveyed the floor littered with boxes before walking over and plopping down in the center of the chaos.


Four hours and twenty boxes later, a majority of the unpacking was done. Filled with a sense of accomplishment, y/n stood up and strolled to the freezer for a well-deserved serving of ice cream.  As she passed her phone sitting on the kitchen counter, she noticed a series of texts left over two hours ago from Jen.

I don’t know how, but I totally forgot to mention that I found someone to take my room in the house!! I’ve got so many things going on rn, it must have just slipped my mind. 

His name is Jaebum. I don’t know him, but he’s my older brother’s friend from college and needs a place to stay for a while I guess.  

Apparently he’s pretty cool and won’t cause too much trouble for you. He’s looking to move in tomorrow actually (sorry I literally suck, I have no idea how I forgot about this???), so just lmk if it’s alright with you and I’ll give him the okay

Y/n’s thoughts were soon clouded with worry. Before she’d even been given the chance to fully process the idea that Jen would no longer be her roommate, she was already getting a new one… and one of the opposite sex, for that matter. The idea of a guy living in such close proximity made her uneasy. After all, she had been expecting to lounge around in her extra large pajama shirt all day on Sundays, and be able to walk freely down the hallway without pants on. Surely she couldn’t do those things with a stranger present. Even worse, the possibility of him being a horrible human being loomed in her mind. Granted, Jen’s brother usually had nice enough friends, but there was no saying what this one would be like. Before y/n got too lost in her own thoughts, she punched out a simple “sure” to Jen, deciding it would be best to let him move in tomorrow instead of waiting anxiously for a few more days. Fear overwhelmed her, and she nearly threw her phone across the room after hitting send, not wanting to look at Jen’s response and face the reality of it all. 


After a long night, y/n was jolted awake at 7:30 by the chiming of the doorbell. Dragging her feet, she shuffled down the hall, wondering who in their right mind would want to move in this early in the day. When her hand finally brushed against the brass knob of the door, she flung it open.

“You know,” she began while yawning and clearing the sleep from her eyes, “you didn’t have to…” her voice caught mid-sentence as she suddenly forgot how to breathe. Standing in front of her was a man slightly taller than average height, combing his dark hair back with his fingers, which were adorned with a few silver rings. Although he was dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and dark jeans with a black backpack casually slung over his shoulder, he still looked like something out of a magazine. He waited to see if she would finish her statement before awkwardly clearing his throat and offering his hand.

“So… I’m Jaebum. You must be…”

He was stunning, almost too much to take in at once. His even skin was a light toffee color with a slight pink tinting the full lips that graced his face. She noticed several hoops peppering his ears while his narrow, deep brown eyes gazed intensely at her, waiting for the response she should have given thirty seconds ago instead of observing him like he was a piece of classical artwork.  

“Y/n,” she replied, practically choking on her words.

“Y/n…” he repeated tentatively, lowering his outstretched hand and giving her a concerned look. “Well, uh, nice to meet you I suppose. Is it alright if I start to move my things in, or are we going to stand in the doorway all day?” he chuckled. After a few more silent moments, she wordlessly stepped back and raised her arm, motioning him inside. 

Loopholes: HanbinxReader

Title: Loopholes
Genre: Smut
Warnings:  Mastubation & smut
Word count: 2,540

A/N: First time writing about Hanbin, hope you all enjoy!

Summary: It’s in his contract that he isn’t allowed to date, but it seems you have found a loophole when you mention friends with benefits.

Knocking on the apartment door you waited patiently, your knee length dress skimming against your skin you listened quietly to check for any signs of noise behind the door, but so far there was nothing. You didn’t understand why there wasn’t an answer, Bobby had assured you he would be home and the two of you were going to spend this hot summer’s day getting ice cream in the park. But right now as you stood in a stiflingly hot hallway you began to think maybe he had passed out from the heat. “Bobby, are you there?” You knocked once more, but after a moment there was still no reply from inside the apartment, you shook the handle. To your surprise it was open, you blinked a few times before deciding to go in and check on Bobby, just in case he had actually passed out. But the apartment was quiet with no sign of any of the boys. You had met Bobby purely by chance, but since then the two of you had been close friends. He had even introduced you to the rest of his friends, and you had spent countless nights sleeping over, talking all night and eating pizza with all of them that even others had commented that you must have been dating one of them considering how much time you spent in their apartment. But it was far from the truth, especially since all of their contracts prohibited dating and girlfriends.

Your footsteps sounded quietly as you walked into the kitchen, with still no sign of anyone you withdrew your cell phone from your bag. Wandering back over to the sofa you dropped your bag on the leather material before dialing a number into your phone, bringing it to your ear as you rang. The faint sound of another phone buzzing from down the hallway made a mischievous grin grow on your face as you turned around. ‘He’s still asleep!’ You were practically giggling madly at yourself, on non-working days Bobby could sleep for days if he was allowed, and it didn’t shock you that he had slept through his alarm and totally forgot about your plans for today. You quietly walked past the doors of the other member’s rooms, many of the boys shared rooms including Bobby, who shared a room with Hanbin. You got along well with Hanbin; in fact you spent nearly just as much time with Hanbin as you did with Bobby whenever you were over. He was funny, generous, and there was a sensitive side to him that not many others got to see often. It brought a small smirk to your face as you were partially distracted when you opened the bedroom door. To your surprise Bobby’s sleeping form wasn’t what greeted you; in fact it wasn’t Bobby at all. It was Hanbin. Naked. Masturbating in front of his laptop.

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chocolatenvenom  asked:

8 for Todoroki

Look at me go and fulfill 4 requests AND a chapter update.

Todoroki Shouto:

Writing Prompt 8- Why Are You So Jealous?

He had been watching you compliment Midoriya for the past 10 minutes. The way you pressed your hand to his shoulder, making the green haired boy’s face brighten into shades of red. The way you complimented his team’s usage of Uraraka’s quirk & Hatsume’s inventions, and Izuku saying it was nothing.

He didn’t understand why you were not telling him that. He took that headband off Izuku right? He made the best possible team right? He even stopped himself from using his flames right?

So… why was he not getting the attention you were giving Midoriya? Was it because you could also sense this weird relationship he had with All Might? Did you admire Midoriya for his battle ready mind and tactics?

Well even if the cases were different he and Midoriya were similar in these aspects… He was the son of the second greatest hero (though he hated to admit it…) and he was cunning and brilliant in battle too! He took down multiple enemies by himself during the USJ incident and even saved All Might at one point!

So why did you not shower him with attention like you did Midoriya?

Todoroki silently broke his unseen glare away and moved towards where he would relax for a bit before his first fight against Sero. He didn’t need to practice or train right now, what he needed was to get these worthless emotions out of his head.

He was sitting outside the stadium by himself, trying to calm down… but it was not helping. He could feel his father’s words getting to him as well as the thought of you being with… someone that was not him.

He had never been the jealous type of guy, but for some reason the thought of you liking or even complimenting another guy or girl really made him work harder to suppress the flames that wanted to burst from one half of his body.

Soon enough he was fighting Sero and soon enough the fight was over. He cursed himself for going over so much, his poor classmates looking terrified as Todoroki attempted to dig him out of the ice he had encased Sero in.

He happened to glance toward the stands where his class was sitting and his heart froze on the sight. You looked at him and what he had done with such a scared and concerned expression.

Todoroki internally sighed and shook his head, finally freeing Sero from the ice. He trailed his eyes away from you, no longer wanting to feel the sadness and guilt for scaring you so much.

This jealousy was not helping his case and his latest actions might have just ruined it for him. He had never said it out loud, but internally, the boy knew of his feelings for you. But saying them or getting close to the person you held dear was difficult and scary, especially for Todoroki.

Time once again passed by fairly quickly and sudden he was the one left still standing in the ring after his fight with Midoriya. The opponent in question was knocked out, several bones fractures beyond reasonable doubt.

He meanwhile was standing with the only damage to him being a few minor scrapes and bruises as well as half of his uniform torn off thanks to his flames.

He ignored his father, he idly listened to Recovery Girl and then mindlessly changed his charred uniform into a clean one. He wasn’t sure where his emotions were, but they definitely were not staying in one place.

He opened the door from the boy’s changing room and glanced down the hallway. He spotted a familiar display of (Hair color) hair and the owner looked up at the sound of the door opening. (Name)’s eyes widened and then shut in relief when they saw the second strongest’s son was unharmed.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be with Midoriya.” He asked you, his bland tone hiding the hurt he felt that you liked Midoriya over him, though he could understand why now.

You shook your head and got up from where you had been sitting. “Uraraka-chan and Iida-san went to go check on him as well as some others. I wanted to make sure you were okay though.”

“Why? I thought you and Midoriya were close?”

“Huh?” You blinked and shook your head. “He’s a nice guy and a smart hero, but I only hang out around him cause he lacks confidence in himself a lot.”

“He’s plenty capable… look what happened between us…” Todoroki spoke and started moving past you, the usual cold front reemerging.

“Todoroki-san!” You cried and touched his hot side, making him stop in his tracks and turn to look back at you. “I-I’m sorry.”

He blinked and stopped his attempts to pull away from you. “What are you sorry about? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“No I have… I’m always there for Midoriya because I thought he was fragile and broken… but I was wrong. I thought you were the cool and confident one who didn’t need me around to cheer you up and praise you… but that’s not true, is it?”

He blinked and then suddenly without warning pulled you into a hug. You blinked from the sudden contact and then wrapped your arms back around him. He was frozen in place by his and your actions.

Why did he just suddenly do that? Why did you feel so right in his arms? Why did you stay and not push away?

“We all hurt Todoroki-san… but letting someone in is not always a bad thing. I’m sorry for not seeing it before… so if you ever need me.” You pulled away from him gently and then smiled at him. “Then I’ll be here for you, no matter what!”

He nodded slowly and then cast his head down. He felt his chest bubble up softly, but the emotional pain still swelling up. He was nowhere need ready for what his love sick side wanted, as his ice and fire side were still at war.

A dying down war. But still an active one for right now at least.

And until he could accept both sums of himself, he would not allow it be drag down on you. Therefore this petty jealousy would be ignored and resisted as best he could until he was able to be the person he wanted to be for you.

And he just hoped that person would be here for you soon, just like you would be for him from this moment on.

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Requested by anon

Promty thingy- if it isn’t too much of a problem, could you please do a BMC Jeremy Heere X Reader that takes place after the whole SQUIP thing and the reader is new to the school and her parents somehow found out about the SQUIP and got it to help with social anxiety before they moved, but it brings her to come closer to Jer and Michael (and get a crush on Jeremy) but the SQUIP kinda starts the do the evil thing (lol me being lazy) and they have to help eject it? Srry hope makes sense. And thank you

The squip in nice at the beginning??? Not for long??!!

Warnings: Cursing.. As expected. Fluff.

Readers thoughts towards the squip

The SQUIP’s, uh, dialogue

SQUIP controlling the reader’s actions/words

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markmeevil  asked:

You totally know what I'm going to request, right hon? Please grace my eyes with your writing talents applied to Mr. Zhang Yixing. A fluff please, and anything you'd like to write. It could be based off his Other World character or anything else that comes to mind. Take your time and whatever inspires you 😊 Congrats again on reaching 500 followers!

Girl it has been my pleasure to write this for you, and I really hope it is okay! I set this in the Other World series, and as you are a Healer, the female lead is of course is a Healer. This little one shot takes place after the Battle of the Rebels in Struck!


Healer Yixing x Reader 

One Shot (2k words)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sweat was dripping down his forehead, and he could feel his shirt clinging angrily down his back.

‘FIRE SPRITE, FROST BITE, BROKEN ARM,’ came a yell as a the doors to the infirmary banged open.

Yixing looked up from the patient he was tending and tried to suppress a groan as a group of Healers burst into the room, straining under the weight of a stretcher that they were carrying between them. Yixing pushed back his sweat ridden hair from his forehead and immediately rushed over to the new patient.

‘Put him here, now,’ he said tensely, leading the group of Healers to the rapidly decreasing spare beds. Yixing immediately jumped in to help the flagging Healers carefully put the the Fire Sprite onto the bed, his muscle straining as he gripped the weight of the stretcher. Yixing scanned the Sprite quickly, assessing the situation, dread sinking into his stomach.

These rebels have shown no mercy, Yixing thought bitterly.

‘He needs attention right away,’ came an urgent voice and Yixing looked up in surprise, his eyes falling on you from where you had emerged from behind the stretcher carriers.

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So I was the idiot that wrote this question without realizing how hard it would be to answer it. There are so many key point dance moves that I love!! I mean I love all of them!! But if I must…here are just a couple in no particular order…

The sinsoki move. They’re going in such a rush that it’s just a blurry hand in your face. It’s so cute and simple and I always do it when I listen to “Rush” (and when I don’t) Also…I mean Wonho is just so flippin cute when he does it.

And of course as the follow-up, I like the car driving move too because look at Wonho’s cute little shoulders moving around waaah!!! Again, simple and really cool looking when they do it together. I think it’s one of Shownu’s signature choreo moves. I’ve seen it on “No Mercy and “Hit the Stage.” Go Shownu!

Ok, but of course I gotta talk about the “All in” chest hit move because it’s so badass but subtle. They gotta send a curve through their body from their chest down to their hips. It’s like lightning traveling through a chord. And then they step forward while they do it making them in sync and hitting the beat too. It’s “sexy” in a form I’ve never seen before.

And then…the “All in” back move. I’ve always liked backs and back muscles on “the man” and thought they were underrated. But Monsta X is my soulmate so…’nuff said.

This shirt grabbing move from “Stuck”…I mean really…

‘Cause I’m a fighter, fighter…this move is so masculine and bad ass–I mean they’re crazy fighters! It’s sooo cool; they’re just hanging their bodies like growling monsters and then nudging their knees to the beat.

I like Monsta X’s choreo because of their subtle moves–the small movements like a turn of the head or the tick of their arms and just like little rolls of the body but when they all do it together it looks really fucking cool. The “Beautiful” move where they lean back, bounce on their feet from side to side, and move their arms up and down is good representation of that subtley–matching the beat with little movements. It’s the illusion of when you put your thumbs in the little front bands of your pants or when you put your hands in your pockets. It’s so hard to make this move look cool ‘cause it has to be just right but they pull it off.

The “Beautiful” orb grab to the heart and then smooth sweeping underneath the wings of their coats. Yes, my boys…yes…very nice. Well done again, leader. It’s also really fun to do!

Shit…I should probably stop before I do all of their moves. The non-key point dance moves are gonna be even more difficult…and twice as long. Sigh…

Hardcore Monbebe Challenge (5) Favorite Key Point Dance Move

The tracks that I was writing… I felt like they were different from the last few records and I think the last song I wrote on this record was called ‘Change’ which I thought it was really cool 'cause I did start get the feeling like I wanted to change the sound a little bit, not in a big way, just like I’m having a 'moving forward’ feeling.
—  Lana Del Rey talking about the tracks on her upcoming album Lust For Life on BBC Radio 1 (07/12/17)
Thee rak (Part Three)

Wordcount: 4.188

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

BamBam x Reader
Description: BamBam changes hair colour as much as he does with girls or clothes. However, there’s one thing that will never change: for him, you’ll always be his “Thee rak”.


Y/N: Last fast update, as I won’t see holidays anymore for another month *deep sigh*.

Now, the most important thing: I’ve finally changed title as I’ve received the confirmation that actually “Khon dii” doesn’t mean “My love” (I’ll miss it so much  T.T); on the dictionary I found “Thee rak”, wrote like this, so I’ll go on with this one as it won’t give me any problem in the plot. So, vickyxmelonlove, thanks again with all my heart for your help! You’ve been really kind to pass me that website!

Thanks to all the people who read or liked the last chapter, as much as to that kind anon who wrote me; your support is always a huge motivation for me, even if it’s a like or a message ^^

Hope you enjoy it!

P.S.: As always give a lot of love to BamBam, my sweet little bean

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The time you understood how big was the world beyond his shallowness, BamBam’s hair was reddish.

Shaved on the left side, pulled up on the right, it perfectly matched with the black shirt he was wearing that night of mid-May and a little brunette was toying with his bangs while he tightened her wrist and laughed high, leaning on the elevator’s wall.

You walked in in a mixture of annoyance and anxiousness while tightening to your breast your books, a bit because even if it was 11:00 pm already you had to study for an exam and a bit because, jeez, how come you had to always run into him when he was glued to a girl?!

Ugh, well, he was always with a girl, so…

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I Object (Pt 2) - Finn Bálor

A/N: You wanted part two? Well, here you go! ;)

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin


Finn looked over at you, seeing how your eyes glistened. As the wedding planner escorted herself away from the doorframe, Finn couldn’t help but stare. Every crashing thought, every memory, it was all piling up on his shoulders, creating this new weight. That weight would only be lifted if he got everything off his chest and allowed you to make your final decision.

This would go one or two ways. Either you would see and understand that you were in love with your best friend, but hardly noticed it…

Or Finn would end up making himself seem like a fool and the day would result in total heartbreak while he drank his memories away. “Are you ready?” Your sweet voice rang through his ears like a melody. Clenching his fists out of sight, he seemingly nodded, composing himself.

“Ready when you are, love.” He whispered the last part. Your heart would race anytime he could call you that, but you found no truth behind it. You had no clue Finn was into you as much as he was. Hiding his feelings had been hard for the last few years, always confining them inside his heart.

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ahh i got really inspired by @amorveruspost about their headcanon of pandemonium magnus so i wrote a thing. this was meant to be less than 1k words, i swear!

ft. the Bane Hawk, ofc.

blinding lights flashed lilac over the marble counters and sprung flooring of the club, the edm music deafening anyone who dared to gain the entertainment upon entry. the yell of voices created a cacophony of noise that thrummed along with the beat of the music, a strangely soothing sound to be hearing after days of monotonous clients spilling every woe and worry they have to his apathetic ears.

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anonymous asked:

What about a performing arts school au?

This is sooo late I’m sorry!

Nico had been stopping by the dance building for weeks. He went there for his own class every Tuesday and Thursday, but that class was always in a smaller studio. One day when he’d needed to use the bathroom, he stumbled upon the main studio for the students who were majoring in dance.

It had been fascinating. He was enraptured with the others’ movements, the styles they incorporated. Most of all, he was mystified by a certain blond boy with blue eyes and freckles. Nico had returned solely to get a chance to watch him dance.

Blondie, as Nico had taken to calling him, had so many different styles of dancing. He supposed that was how it went when you majored in it. Sometimes it was as though he had no skeleton to restrict his movements, and sometimes his movements were so precise, they were almost robotic.

His favorite type of dance to watch him perform was interpretive. Some time after Nico had begun to stop by the studio to watch, he had arrived in the middle of a slow steady song, the singer’s voice filled with pain and longing. He’d watched the boy’s tanned hands skim over a girl’s body, his face contorted in pain and need. He watched him lift her, flip her, balance her. He’d watched her body fold against his and the graceful movements they created.

As soon as it had been over, his face relaxed into the smile Nico was used to seeing on him and the pair had gone their separate ways. Nico had left before the applause ended.

Another time, he’d watched him dance with a boy and a girl. It was also a slow song, and Nico assumed the dance told a story, though he wasn’t sure what it was. At first he thought it might be a love triangle, the boys competing for the girl, but the dance focused more on the other boy and Blondie. It wasn’t until Blondie had twirled the darker skinned boy against him and Nico saw the fearful expression on the darker one’s face that Nico realized what the story was.

He’d gasped audibly, causing a few of the other dancers watching to glance at him and he’d crept away before he got in trouble.

It had been weeks, and still Nico did not know his name. As he left his class one Thursday, he heard music coming from the main studio. Guided by his curiosity, Nico tiptoed toward it, peeking inside and stifling a gasp.

It was him.

He was shirtless, wearing dark baggy pants and no shoes. He moved around the room, twisting his body, his muscles flexing, back arching, filling the room with grace. Nico watched in awe as he lowered himself to the floor and folded into himself using the background beat of the song as his cue. Then suddenly, he was rising, his back curved beautifully. Nico skimmed his body, unable to look away. He was filled with freckles.

His back, his hip bones, his torso, his arms, his chest, his neck, his cheeks. As Nico’s eyes came up, he realized the blue eyes were looking right at him and he felt his face turn red. “S-sorry,” he stammered, starting to move away.

“Wait!” he called. The music shut off and the freckled boy jogged toward him, throwing a towel over his shoulder and drinking a bottle of water. His chest heaved and a light coat of sweat made his body shine. As he came closer, all Nico could think was how his body reminded him of a galaxy, stars sprinkled everywhere, mysterious, and beautiful. He was already thinking about a way to create lyrics out of him when his voice snapped him back. “What’s your name?” Nico kept his mouth shut, unsure. But then a kind smile spread on the blond boy’s face.

“Nico,” he said. “I’m a singer.”

“Will,” he answered. He leaned against the wall. “If you’re a singer here, what are you doing in the dance studio all the time?”

“What?” he asked dumbly.

Will smiled and drank more water. “I’ve seen you hanging around. You watch us perform and goof around. But you never stay long enough to say hi.”

“I wasn’t sure I’d be welcome,” he said softly. “I got some looks the other day.”

“You mean the day I performed with Cecil and Lou Ellen?” he asked. “Nah, you weren’t the only one surprised. It was kind of Cecil’s whole goal.”

“What do you mean?”

Will’s eyes sparkled. “Okay, so you’ve seen a lot of our dances. It’s either a group of guys or a group of girls right? And when it’s couples, it’s always a boy and a girl. We’re going to be graded on it, and Cecil didn’t want to do the usual routines. So he thought he’d spice it up a little. You got the point of the dance right?”

Hesitantly, Nico gave his idea. “I wasn’t too sure at first. I thought you were both after the girl. Then I saw it was more of you two seeming in love.”

Will broke into a smile. “Exactly. The whole thing was hiding who you are and refusing to accept yourself and the way that it hurts. We perform it for the judges next week. Cecil is positive he’ll get ranked the top five. But I have my own solo to perform so-” He gestured to the room. “I was rehearsing.”

“You were doing really well,” Nico offered. “I know that’s not much coming from someone who’s not a dancer, but…. It was really captivating.” Though Nico wasn’t sure if it was the dance or Will who kept Nico from being able to look away.

Will looked at him for a moment, an easy-going smile on his face. “You know, I could use a break. Do you want to get a bite?”

“Sure,” Nico answered, surprised. Will grabbed a shirt and a sweater that were laying on the bench and threw them on. He finished his water and tugged on his shoes. He stretched and his shirt slid up, exposing a strip of freckled skin. Nico noticed the way his pants hung loosely on his hips, his V-line visible for a moment before disappearing under cloth. He gulped and looked away, clearing his throat.

“Alright, come on,” he said once he had his things. They walked away from the building, past the musical theatre building, past the music building, and toward the parking lot. Nico lived in a dorm on campus, so he didn’t need a car. “I live in an apartment a few blocks away,” Will said as though he read his mind. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere’s fine,” Nico said, getting into the silver Honda Will led him to. Usually he was apprehensive about going anywhere with someone he didn’t know, but he’d watched Will perform so many times already, he couldn’t really think of him as a stranger. “I bet it’s pretty fun to be in that class,” Nico said. “A lot of guys would kill to be able to get that close to girls.”

Will glanced over at him for a moment before looking back at the road. “Actually, it’s pretty professional. The guys are usually mature about it. That’s why the girls like to pick me for their partner, though. They know I won’t overstep my boundaries. That the dancing is only dancing.”

“How do they know?” Nico asked offhandedly.

There was a slight pause, barely noticeable, before Will said, “Because I don’t like girls.” Nico jerked his head toward Will so fast, it caused a spasm of pain in his skull for a moment. Will saw him out the corner of his eye and smiled. “Sorry, was that something I should’ve said before you agreed to get lunch with me?”

“N-no,” he stammered. “No it’s cool. I just… didn’t expect that. So many girls in there look at you like you’re….” Amazing. Beautiful. Perfect. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “I thought you were into them. Especially that girl you kept partnering with.”

“Lou Ellen?” he questioned. “Nah. She’s my closest friend. And we grew up together, dancing and everything. We know each other’s moves and how to best perform when we partner up. But that’s about it.” He pulled into a steakhouse and parked. He opened Nico’s door and leaned against the car. “A lot of people in there don’t know. That’s just because they’ve never asked.”

Nico looked at him and the way the sun glinted against his hair. His eyes seemed brighter now that they were outside. His skin was sun kissed, golden in a way. This guy was a song. He was several songs, several rhythms and melodies and Nico wanted to find and create them all. “Sorry,” he chuckled when he realized he hadn’t said anything for a while.

“For what?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes intense on Nico.

There was something about that smile that made Nico feel comfortable. Like it was okay to be honest because he wouldn’t laugh or let Nico feel embarrassed. So he answered, “For staring.”

His smile widened and he bit his lip. “Don’t be,” he answered. “Because then I’d have to be sorry too.”

BTOB REACT: When you get scared and grab them for protection.

Scene: You’re strolling down the street together and there are two people arguing. It gets heated as you draw closer and they begin throwing punches and one of them slams against a street cart making a loud commotion right next to you. Although you pretend to be tough most of the time, instinctively you get frightened (I sure damn would) and grab his arm and move behind him.

Eunkwang: He would be a little startled as well, but he’d compose himself quickly when he sees you actually get scared. He would reassure you that he’s there and would pull you away from the scene while security arrives. I feel like seeing you get serious will automatically make him serious and concerned for you.

“It’s okay jagiya, just focus on me.”

Changsub: He would be pretty scared himself and would jump back in surprise, causing both of you to stumble a little. But he would immediately try to look cool after he realised you were actually scared and were moving behind him. He’d feel really manly thinking you thought he was capable of protecting you and would act really tough (although he’s really just a cinnamon roll).

“I’d beat them up if they’d gotten any closer!” (Ahhhh, this cutie pie.)

Hyunsik: He wouldn’t be phased in the slightest. What would surprise him is you actually getting scared because you’re usually not so jumpy. He would find it a little amusing and would hold back smiles and laughter as best he could, but he would also be really happy that you moved towards him instinctively because he likes the feeling of protecting you.

“You okay?”

Minhyuk: He’d be wide-eyed but not really scared. You grabbing his arm and moving behind him would make him really giddy and smiley though because you rarely run to him when you’re in trouble and seeing you get clingy really makes him warm and bubbly inside.

Peniel: He’d actually be really surprised of both the people fighting and also you grabbing onto him in fear. Granted the man crashed really close to you, but it was still surprising for him that you’d go to him so instinctively, and not just step back. He’d probably be too shocked to register any other emotions, but when he would think back to it he’d be really happy.

“That was unexpected.”

Ilhoon: I imagine him to have a couple emotions running through him. First he’d probably be pissed off at the people making a scene rather than being scared or shocked, but seeing you get frightened would change his mood and he’d find the whole situation really funny. He’d be happy you looked to him for protection but he’d laugh at you and become cheeky all the same and never let you forget it and use it against you in the future.

“You were so scared! hah” (this lil punk)

Sungjae: I think he’d be like Minhyuk and Hyunsik. He really wouldn’t be phased at all by the incident, and I feel like he’d be the type to get smiley and shy when you move towards him and grab his arm because it’s a reaction he isn’t use to getting from you. He’d really find it adorable.


Hiya cuties!

Woot woot! First reaction :D I adore BTOB so I thought I’d kick it off with them (also because there’s a serious lack of BTOB reactions).

I’ll gladly take any requests as well ^.^



No one’s ever called me that

anonymous asked:
Can you do an imagine when your crush is the popular guy and you are more of the shy girl but he falls in love with you ? Not like the jock type of imagine just an average popular guy

You walk into school, with your friends. Your makeup and hair all done, and a mask on. You were wearing the prettiest dress you could find, you felt like such a princess. It was nice to dress up like this; it was prom. What movies made seem like the night of your life. Sadly, no one had asked you to prom, but you still had you friends. You hadn’t heard that c/n hadn’t asked someone to prom, which part of you were glad about. 

Even outside you could hear the loud music. Everyone was dancing, and as soon as you walked in, you found yourself searching for c/n. You find him dancing in the middle of the hall, and find yourself smiling at his wacky dance moves. It was cute, and it was the tiny things about him that made you like him. Though you were shy, and he was popular, you still hoped that there was chance for you to be together. 

The hall was big, but very crowded…and hot. After about an hour of dancing, and sweating, and shouting, you started to feel hotter, tired…like you need to rest for a second.

“GUYS, I’M GONNA GO GET SOME FRESH AIR!” you shout, over all the loud music. You squish out of the crowd. There was so much people. You could smell the sweat and everyone was just so close together. You find your way out, and feel the breeze of the cold air brush into your face, and it feels so good to finally be able to breath the fresh air. You knew that in a few minutes, you would start to feel cold. 

“Isn’t it crazy in there?” you hear a voice beside behind you, and immediately, you knew who it was; c/n. 

“Very,” you reply, trying your hardest to keep your cool. You look at him properly, you never got to see how he really looked. It was just you staring at him from across the room, and you were just to afraid to talk to him. He wore a mask that covered his whole face, but you could tell who he was. You wondered whether he felt the same way that you did. Did he feel nervous around you? Did he try to act cool around you? Did he search for you in the crowds? Did he even really know who you were? 

“You have pretty eyes,” he says, staring into your eyes. His compliment causes you to blush, and you reply with a quiet, “thank you.”

“I saw you out on the dance floor! You have some moves!” he says, “I never knew you could dance like that.”

“Thank you! I saw you out there, you have some…great moves,” you say, it was partly true. He was a bad dancer, yes. But you thought the way he danced was cute. 

“Don’t lie,” he laughs, I seriously can’t dance.”

“Ha, fine. You can’t, but I like the way you dance…it’s cute.”

He laughs again, “no one’s ever called me that.”

There is a moment of silence.

“[Y/n],” he knows you. The way he says your name sends shivers down your spine. 

“[C/n]?” you say with a grin.”

“You’re cool.” 

“No one’s ever called me that.”

He laughs, “Slow dances start soon…wanna be my partner?”

“Of course.” 


The loud upbeat music got very slow very quickly. You were dancing with c/n, he places a hand on your back, and stretches his hand out holding onto yours.

“Your a lot different than I expected,” he says.

“In what way?”

“You seemed very quiet, and shy I guess. You were kind of intimidating, I didn’t know how to impress you.”

“Impress me?” you ask, very confused.

“Yes, impress you. You’re different to other girls. I know everyone says that…but you really are. Your beautiful, smart and funny… I could keep talking about you for the rest of the day if I could.”

You didn’t know how to reply. What do you say to someone complimenting you like that? The only thing you could think of was giving him a kiss…so you did that. You kissed him. 

“No one’s ever kissed me like that,” he says as you seperate. 

Royal Flush: Part 2

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Fluff angst

Word Count: 1365

Summary: After much convincing you agree to attend your friend Tony’s party, only to be rendered speechless by a new guest, the Prince of Wakanda.

Authors Note: God dammit @imhereforbvcky this has officially transitioned from a drabble series to an actual series. I have a whole story in my head and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna play the whole thing out. Anyway, sorry that part 2 took so long but as you know I couldn’t decide which way to go. Slow burn it is. Hope you like it doll 

Tags: @heismyhunter @shamvictoria11 @capdanrogers

I know it’s been a while so just to remind you where we were in Part 1 

Previously: He looks at you, his attention focused intently on your face, your eyes remain concentrated on the illuminated landscape before you, listening attentively to his words, secretly hoping that he will agree to Starks offer. “However,” he continues, “I must admit… after meeting you, I think I will accept his proposal.” Your heart skips a beat.

Your back stiffens as you straighten up, spinning around to lean back on the railing, your head turning to the side to take in T’Challa’s impassive face, a slight flush darkening his cheeks. You take a deep breath, hoping to steady your voice and hide your excitement, “I think you should… It’d… it’d be nice to see you around more.”

You bite your lip at the smile that starts to pull at his cheeks as he looks down at his hands, resting over the rail. Internally you are warring with yourself on whether or not to go for broke and make it clear exactly how much you wanted him to stay. Say it. Don’t say it. He needs to know. He never has to know. He’ll figure it out eventually… Your head hurts with the volume of the argument taking place in your mind.

“I would…” you blurt, louder than you intended, you clear your throat trying to regain control, well no backing down now, “I would certainly like the opportunity to get to know you better… You should definitely stay.” Your voice drops to a whisper as your eyes flick away from him, your cheeks hot with embarrassment.

His smile widens as his gaze flashes to you. “Is that so?” he teases, sliding closer to you so that your hips were touching. “Yeah… I mean… if that’s what you would want…” you try to retract your bold statement, nervously babbling to counter your decisive language.  

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the mix of his warmth and the cool air causes you to shiver beside him. He immediately pulls back from the railing, quickly shrugging out of his suit jacket. His hand slides softly around your waist as he delicately pulls you forward from the rail, draping the jacket around your shoulders before standing in front of you.

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Supernatural Reality- part 2!

Requested by impalalalalardis-1067, i-rule-the-night, tobythegreat74, and several anons, not to mention the comments on the original story, here is part 2! Read part 1 here first! XOXO

Summary: Reader wakes up, thinking that meeting Jensen, Jared, and Misha, only to find out they are truly the Winchesters and Cas, was just a dream. Then she rolls over to find herself in bed with Dean Winchester himself…

Warning: Very very mild smut

Word Count: 2002

A/N: Looks like there will have to be a art 3, yes?

You stretched without opening your eyes, still a bit disoriented from the dream you’d had about meeting the actors from Supernatural at a gas station, only to find out they were the real characters. Maybe you shouldn’t binge watch television as you fell asleep anymore, you thought.

Then you felt it- a weird feeling creeping up the back of your neck. Something was wrong. Things just…didn’t feel right. You rolled to your side and ran into a large, warm mass of muscles as you opened your eyes to see golden skin glowing in the morning light.

What the hell?

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