come home quickly

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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Thanksgiving (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by darlingriezmann

request: “could u do a tom imagine where hes dating the reader and shes bi ? and when he first found out, he was like intimidated but then he finds it like sexy lol make him react how u think he would” (requested by anon)

short summary: you take tom home for thanksgiving and when the topic of past relationships comes up things get a bit :/

length: 3.9k words

warnings: tbh the smut’s just like at the end there’s lots of plot stuff and shit so

A/N: i lowkey didn’t know how to go about this, bc i didn’t want to write something that would come across as tom fetishizing the reader’s bisexuality bc i’m bi and i hate when i read stuff like that so anyway this was the result, idk if this is the direction u wanted but uh here we go


Your mom & sister had been hounding you for almost two months to come home and also bring your boyfriend so they could properly meet him for the first time. It’s not as if you didn’t want them to meet Tom, it’s just that he’s been busy and frankly so had you. And when the two of your schedules aligned with a break, dragging him back to your hometown wasn’t exactly your top priority.

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anonymous asked:

17 and 18 with boyfriend, Jungkook. ;)

Prompt request: “Please.” + “Cuddle me.”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff

Summary: Jungkook comes home from the gym with clothes drenched in sweat and a demand for cuddles.

Word count: 468 words

“I’m home,” Jungkook’s familiar voice rang out from the entrance to your apartment. You peered up lazily from where you were sprawled out on the couch, seeing him set down his heavy gym bag. “Wow, where’s my enthusiastic greeting?”

“I dunno,” you replied, squinting your eyes and looking around the living room. “Help me find it.”

“Y/N,” Jungkook whined, trudging towards the couch, his voice a stark contrast to his muscular build. He reached the couch and collapsed, draping his heavy body over yours. “Love me.”

Laughing, you carded your fingers through his dark brown hair. Only to reel back with disgust.

Jungkook’s hair was practically dripping with cooling sweat, and his clothes were damp with his bodily fluids.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, pushing Jungkook off of you. He tumbled over the side of the couch, landing on the hardwood floors with a heavy thud. “You’re so gross! Go shower!”

“First of all–ow,” Jungkook hissed, pushing himself up into a sitting position from where he lay. “And second of all, I was going to, but I wanted to come home quickly. And you know how much I sweat! Don’t be mean about it.”

You leaned over and flicked him in the forehead. He winced dramatically, throwing himself to the ground once again. “I’m not being mean, I’m being honest,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Well, this is me, not listening,” Jungkook said stubbornly. Then, he launched himself at you, yelling, “Cuddle me!”

You shrieked as Jungkook enveloped your body with his, rubbing his sweaty head against your cheek. He pinned you underneath him, wrapped around you like a koala, almost uncharacteristically clingy.

“Jungkook!” you whined, trying to push is head away from yours.

He looked up at you with his wide, expressive eyes. “Please?” he asked, his grip around you tightening, and he looked almost vulnerable.

A bit surprised by Jungkook’s rare show of vulnerability, you relaxed your body and returned his embrace, arms encircling his thin waist. You resigned yourself to letting Jungkook drip all over you (plus, his muscles were still tense from his work out, and damn, that was hot).

“Why are you so clingy today?” you asked as Jungkook rested his head on your shoulder. You could feel his cool breath against the side of your neck, tickling you. “Is it because it’s our fourth anniversary and you didn’t get me anything?”

“Oh, our anniversary is today?” Jungkook repeated, a shocked expression appearing over his features.

“Jungkook, you’re so mean!” you pouted, again trying to wiggle away from him. Jungkook just tightened his grip, and you knew it was impossible to escape his strong arms.

“I’m just joking, Y/N,” he smiled, eyes crinkling cutely. “But why bother counting when we have a whole lifetime ahead of us?”

- Girl in Luv

Ok, I was a bit confused. Was Jungkook supposed to be the boyfriend or was he supposed to have a boyfriend? I kept everything gender neutral just in case. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any requests, please check out our prompts page. Happy reading 💛

What we know so far: 

  • In the IGN live interview, and when asked where s5 picks up time wise, Lindsey says “We come back on a significant day” 
  • In the Access Hollywood interview, when asked how Bob thinks Bellamy will react to finding out about Clarke’s messages, he says “That’s kind of addressed in the first episode”
  • Jason Rothenberg also mentioned that “[The group in space] are going to come back home pretty quickly in the season” at the press room interview  

Me right now: 

Fingertips Between Us (Chapter 1)

Ta-da! It’s finally here! I’m sorry for such a long wait! First chapters in a story always take me a while >.< they do after all, set the stage for all the events coming forward! 

As always, please leave me asks about what you think when you’ve finished reading!


Something warm and wet presses against your forehead, and you crinkle your eyes in mock annoyance, a smile already forming on your face.

“Mmm…stop that.” You mumble, turning to the other side of the bed to escape whatever disturbed your sleep. Or, whoever.

Strong arms drape around your body, giving a sharp tug. You feel yourself roll back the other way, returning to the exact position you had just escaped from.

“Good morning my love.” A kiss to your nose.

You feel the weight of the ring on your finger shift as he plays with it absent mindedly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” A kiss to your cheek.

You carefully peek one eye open, “Did you really wake me up just to tell me that?” Though you try your best to sound stern, even you hear the giggling tone in your voice.

“I need to go to work love.” A kiss to your other cheek.

You turn your head to look at the clock, was it that late already? Turning back you finally notice that Jumin isn’t in his sleeping attire, the fabric of the striped suit staring at you tauntingly.

“I’m sorry…I hadn’t meant to sleep in so late.” You mumble ashamed at how you had even slept through him getting ready.

A gentle hand sweeps over your hair lovingly, “You worked late last night. It’s alright.”  Jumin stands from the bed, your arms still thrown around his neck. Instead of detaching them Jumin opts to take you with him to the door, lifting you up from the bed, carrying you as he walked. Your legs wrap around him, and in the short 300 steps it takes to get to the front entrance you sprinkle kisses along his jaw and on his neck.

When he finally arrives at the door you step down sorrowfully, “Have a good day at work.”

You stand over him as he sits to put on his shoes, a frown on your face. Your hair is still disheveled from sleep, lips still swollen from last night’s kisses, your voice is husky, muscled and toned with half awakeness.

Jumin turns from his shoes to glance at you behind him. He lets out a small smile at the very displeased frown on your face. He stares at your messy hair and listens to your musky voice. You’re so beautiful. He always hated leaving you in the morning.

“Will you be home for dinner? You remember our plans right?” You grumble, knowing deep inside that you shouldn’t be acting like such a child. But you couldn’t help it, after all, life was so much better when you both were together.

Jumin tightens his left shoe and stands, turning to face you.

“Yes, yes.” He says dismissively.

There’s a large grin on his face. “I’m heading off now.”

You almost roll your eyes with amusement. Ever since you both had gotten engaged Jumin made it clear to you that he would not leave to work, or anywhere for that matter, without a goodbye kiss from you.

“My, what a doting husband I’m going to have.” You tease, taking steps towards him nonetheless.

“Mmmm, of course.” A kiss to your lips.

It takes you by surprise, “Weren’t you the one who insisted I be the one to kiss you?”

“Of course” He says teasingly, and you look down to discover his eyes closed slightly, his lips pouted out towards you expectantly.

With a mock sigh you move onto the tips of your toes, and press a kiss to his lips softly. A satisfied rumble escapes his chest and you almost let out a laugh at the thought that he resembled a large black cat purring.

Jumin can feel your smile on his lips, and a small growl slips through his mouth. He nips your bottom lip, as if asking how you could dare to think of other things. You pull away, cheeks flushed and your heart a flutter for more. Always more. Jumin’s thumb runs over your lip slowly, as if he were preparing himself to part with you for eternity.

“I’m going love.”

With a nod you smile at him, handing him his brief case and waving him goodbye out the door.

With a sigh you stared at the door. Honestly, it wasn’t like he would be gone forever. With a huff you rolled your eyes at your own clinginess.

Something soft and warm brushes in between your legs, and you look down with a smile.

“Good morning Elizabeth. You just missed your father.” You laugh, scooping her up into your arms. The cat begins to let out purrs instantly.

You laugh, “Like father like daughter.”


You spent the rest of the day tidying the house and baking sweets. Baking had always been your passion, and you thought that you were pretty good at it! You ran a small bakery, and even sold your goods online!

You set a small plate of lemon bars on the counter, saving them for Jumin before scooping Elizabeth the Third up and settling onto the couch to watch some tv.

Flickering through the channels you smiled as your phone chime went off.

Jumin : I miss you.

You: I miss you t-

“…Mr. Han! Please, tell us your thoughts on your son’s engagement!”

Those words catch your attention, and you stop mid text, your eyes returning to the tv screen. Elizabeth the Third meows loudly.

It was no secret to you that Mr. Han wasn’t fond of you. Jumin had taken you along to enough business parties for you to begin noticing Mr. Han’s annoyed glances towards. Or his refusal to speak to you. Mr. Han didn’t approve of you, but there was no way he would claim that you and Jumin weren’t engaged on national television was there?

Jumin and arguments with his father often about you. It always killed you to see Jumin argue with his father, knowing full well just how much Jumin respected him. In the end, the arguments were always one and the same. If you belonged in the Han family.  

“He isn’t a bad man MC.”

Jumin had once whispered those words into your ears. And though you wanted to believe him, how could you?

Your eyes refocused back to the images on the screen. Mr. Han’s stern face was masked in unamusement. And you fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger nervously. Next to you your phone begins to ring loudly. It’s Jumin. Ahhh…he must have realized that you’d be watching.

You pick up the call quietly, pressing the phone to your ear, knowing full well he’d just continue to call if you ignored him. Your eyes never leave the screen, and your heart begins to beat rapidly as you wait for Mr. Han to respond.

“Turn it off.” Jumin’s voice booms through the cell phone, angrily. Worridly.

“It’s alright.” You reassure him. “I just…want to see what he says for myself.”

You hear Jumin let out an exasperated sigh, “My love-”

“What engagement?”

Those words echo off the tv, and they cause your heart to stop in your chest.

On the screen Mr. Han stares directly into the camera, as if knowing that you would be watching.

“My son has no partner. My son is not engaged.” He states, his eyes never leaving the screen.

The reporter lets out an awkward laugh, “But sir, we have reports that Mr. Jumin has gotten engaged to MC. We even have reports that they live together.”

Mr. Han lets out a patient sigh. “ Simply puppy love. He’s just infatuated with the girl. He is my son after all.” He jokes, causing the sea of reporters around him to laugh as well.

Your lips tremble slightly as you turn off the tv. Rejected. Mr. Han just rejected your engagement to the whole wide world.

“MC.” Jumin’s voice calls out from the speaker, and you jump slightly, having forgotten that he was on the line. From the sound of his voice, you can tell that he too, watched the broadcast.

“I’m alright.” You state, lips trembling a little more, the diamond ring on your finger shining brightly at you.

“I’m alright.” You whisper again, covering your shaking lips as tears fall from your eyes. You refuse to let Jumin know that you’re crying.

Jumin’s soft curse under his breath lets you know that you’re failing at masking your voice.

“I’ll call him right now. I’ll make him announce our engagement. I’ll-”

“It’s okay Jumin.” You cut him off.

“Let him be, it’s alright. I’m alright.” You say gently.

The other side of the line grows quiet, and then finally, “I wish I were there to hold you.”

You let out a small laugh as a sniffle escapes you, “That would only spell trouble for Jaehee.”

“Doesn’t matter.” The smile in his voice makes your heart loosen slightly.

“Come home quickly, I miss you.” You say no longer caring just how needy you sound.

“I’ll try my love. After all, we do have very important guests coming later tonight.”

You smile at that, “You adore my younger sister way too much.”

Jumin lets out a deep chuckle, “And our niece is even cuter.”


You let out a content sigh as you examined the table spread you had set up. An elegant white table cloth clothed the smooth ebony table, held in place by a vase full of peonies (Easter egg! Go read peonies if you haven’t ^^) that you had placed as a centerpiece. White plates with gold spirals stood guard along the edge of the table, the gold matching the faint yellow of the napkins.

You smiled as your eyes drifted to the corner of the table. A child’s high chair stood right in between two dining ones, and you let out a laugh as you saw how out of place it was.

Ding

The sound of the doorbell draws your attention away from the table.

“Coming~” You say as you make your way towards the front door.

You swing the door open with a large smile on your face.

Your younger sister stands in the doorway, a similar smile on her face.

“Hey!” She greets cheerfully, and you quickly pull her into a hug before making way for her to enter the penthouse.

“Wow…’ She breaths as she enters. She sets the car seat in her hands gently on the floor, looking around the penthouse in wonder. “You know, I’ll never wrap my head around the fact that you live here.”

You laugh in answer, you attention solely on the angel strapped inside the car seat. You snap the handle back, and smile down at the little girl buckled inside.

“Hello Akari” You whisper quietly as you lift your niece out of the seat.

She giggles in your arms, blubbering when you rub your nose gently across hers.

“How old is she now?” You ask your sister, turning to face her as you place Akari on your hips.

“She’s about a year now.” Your sister answers, eyes bright as she watches the two of you.

The two of you play with Akari for a while, watching her explore the penthouse and babbling away.

The sound of the front door opening draws your attention away. Jumin’s home!

You snatch Akari up from the floor, ignoring your sister who laughs at you, as you make your way to welcome Jumin.

“Akari, look who’s ho-” You stop short as you look up from the baby in your arms.

Rigid eyes greet you. Slightly shorter. Slightly more grey hair. Mr. Han.

The smile falls off your face instantly.

“M-Mr. Han.” You stutter out, your mouth suddenly dry. Why was he here?

Mr. Han looks around the penthouse slowly, eyes stopping briefly to look at your sister, at Akari, and then finally, back on you.

“I see that Jumin isn’t home yet.” He states.

You nod quietly, giving a little jump as you reposition Akari.

“Ms. MC, my son tells me that you’re quite intelligent.” Mr. Han says.

You backtrack. What?

“He flatters me Mr. Han.” You reply curtly.

You finally move your eyes to his own, and you instantly regret your choice.

An ugly sneer replaces his emotionless face. “Yes, it would seem that my son does flatter you. A little too much. You would think that someone with intelligence would take the hint after watching today’s interview.”

His words pierce your heart. But Mr. Han isn’t finished.

“And would you look at this!” He exclaims, gesturing to your sister and Akari.

“I’ve read up on your family Ms. MC. Your sister got involved with a bad man. Not only did he swindle her of everything, he even left her with a child! I’m not sure how you tricked Jumin, but I can see right through you.”

You rush to explain, “No Mr. Han it isn’t like that, I promise you! Most of the debt is already paid, Jumin doesn’t even know anything about i-”

“I will never accept you as my daughter-in-law.”

Mr. Han’s words cut you off harshly. He glares at you from where he stands, until his eyes slowly fall onto Akari, as if remembering that an infant were present this whole time.

“I won’t ever accept you. You, or your future children.”

His words come out like venom. They poison the air and taint the feelings in your heart.

As if on queue, Akari begins to cry, loud wails echoing off the empty walls. Off of Mr.Han. Your heart wrenches in your chest. It’s almost as if Akari cries for you.

Instantly your sister rushes forward from off the couch to take her daughter and you let her, stuck frozen in place from Mr. Han’s words.  After a few moments Akari’s cries turn to sniffles, and Mr. Han clears his throat as he prepares to leave.

“Please don’t let this drag on Ms. MC.” He says, before shutting the door firmly behind him. Shutting the door, on you.  


Annnnnnnnnd that’s that! I swear it’ll get more interesting soon!!!! Like I said before, I’m simply setting the stage at the moment. 

As always, thank you all for your endless support, and look forward to chapter 2 ^^

~Growing Pains~

How do a cat and dog hybrid get along? Very carefully.

cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader

Word Count: 10,302

The sun was already going to bed and the moon was beginning to rise for her job.  You got out of your afternoon class later than normal, your professor was one of those who was very passionate about their subject so you were kept almost 15 minutes past the cut off time.  You had just finished making a few purchases from the grocery store that was right next to the campus and with your bags in hand you start the relatively short walk to your apartment.  

Rotisserie chicken acquired, you head down the sidewalk, but as you are passing by a small alleyway you see movement coming from somewhere inside, causing you to freeze in place. You turn towards the general direction of the shadow, but don’t want to move any closer, not with your imagination running wild inside your head.

Cautiously taking a step into the darkness, you slowly take a peek, and then there’s a loud crash.  

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Crybaby

Summary: You’re the one who is always picked on, almost every day, and you’re so sick and tired of it. Nobody helps you, until one fateful day. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 3,109 Words

Warnings: Bullying, fluff, angst, a bit of violence and gore, sappiness 

A.N: I’m always one for women standing up for themselves, but this idea just came to me and some standing up happens in the end. I swear I normally don’t like ‘damsels in distress’ but this story just happens to have a reader character a bit like that. Sorry. 

You hate life. Specifically, you hate school. No, it isn’t all those tests and assignments that teachers wanted you to do all the time, because despite those being an absolute pain, it definitely isn’t the worst thing you endured. You’re actually a reasonably smart person, and you find classes relatively easy. However, outside of classes…things are pretty terrible.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a little blurb about how Y/N is shy about Harry going down there? Thank you Susie...

Running into the house after a hard day’s work had become much more enjoyable now that I had something to come home to.  I quickly deposited my coat and shoes on the front mat before bounding up the stairs to our newly minted bedroom.  I couldn’t wait to finish off our first full day living together as a real life couple.

He looked up from his spot on the edge of the bed where he had already changed into some sweats and a t-shirt before sitting down to tap away on his phone.  The moment he heard my footsteps though he looked up with a huge, welcoming, happy smile on his face.  He promptly set his phone down,

“Was wondering when you were going to make it home.”

I didn’t hesitate a bit as I walked towards him.  I slotted myself between his legs and set my hands on his shoulders,

“Traffic was a bitch.”

He gripped my sides, his head tipped up to look at me,

“LA traffic is always a bitch.”

I stared down into the face of my love for a bit before lifting my hand into his hair.  A content smile formed on my lips without my direction,

“I missed you.”

He nodded,

“And I missed you.”  He twisted me back and forth in his hands, “Want to me to make you some dinner?  Or we could get something delivered?  I could get take ou-”

“I have all I need…right here.”  I whispered softly.

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Heartbroken | Peter Parker (2)

Anonymous said: “Hello! Can u make one where the reader fell in love with Peter but he doesn’t feel the same way because he’s in love with Liz then he said something that break the reader’s heart so she avoided him and go on a date with someone else. But then peter realized something that he loves her and how much it hurts to see her with someone else, then you can take it from there! Thank you!”

Thank you for the request! This was probably meant for a different fic but it fit perfectly with the plot of Heartbroken so I decided to use it for this chapter. I hope it’s still okay with you. :)

Summary: As much as you were guilty for saying this, you hated it. You hated how your best friend was slowly falling for the beautiful dark haired girl. You were nothing to him. Nothing but a close friend and a bystander. You were just a girl who had lost her chance with her one true love. You were just a girl that was heartbroken. (I suck at summaries okay?)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,706

Warnings: Major angst and that is all there is please dont get mad at me

A/N: This was requested by so many people! So here ya go :) Some of the parts are in Peter’s point of view.

Permanent Taglist: @harleyquinnandscarletwitch@buckyappreciationsociety @rda1989 @milleniumxhan 

Heartbroken Taglist: (I tagged all the people that commented) @thephanphorever @sgtbxckybxrnes @thecreativeangel @maliasheda @tomhollandgavemecooties @starkintcrn @jvghead-jones-iii @everyartistwas-firstanamateur @ex-bookjunky @aesthetic-sks @fangirl4mbct @chicathekawaiichick @fosteringmermaids @whooooooooooooot @winterssmiles @riddikuluslysupernatural @patd–phan @wndas-romanoff @katflintstone12 @ok-ladies-lets-get-in-formation

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Calm in The Storm - Yoongi (Suga) Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by minshoot

Request: Could you do a BTS Suga imagine where he’s really stressed about work and he starts snapping at everyone and the others called you to calm him down. Love your imagines 💕

Word Count: 2127

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member/Group: Yoongi (Suga) of BTS

Summary: With a comeback coming soon, all the boys of BTS are more stressed than ever. Stress can bring anger with it, but there is always a way to get people to calm down.

A/N: Hi guys! I have a few drafts in the works, so multiple scenarios could possibly be posted this week. I am telling you guys, I may not post on Friday or Saturday because I have a few babysitting jobs lined up this weekend. (Oh the joy of being broke but too young to legally apply for a job in Texas… kms.)


 “Namjoon, what do you think about adding a piano section in right here?” Yoongi gestured to the bars displayed on the screen and pulled one side of his headphones off of his ears. Namjoon looked over the work that Yoongi had done and bopped his head as he tried to think of the lyrics that would be put over the beats and rhythms they were currently preparing. After a few seconds, Namjoon nodded and sent his sleepy eyed best friend a thumbs up.

 “I think it’ll work well with Jin’s solo vocals right here.” Namjoon walked back over to his spot at his desk and popped his earbuds back in as he continued to work.

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Eggsy had been the only constant in your life since primary school, you always hung out together and he’d even come to hospital appointments with you when your family had been busy. You had a prosthetic leg fitted when you were a toddler, and had fittings for new ones as you grew up. You and Eggsy would laugh about what booze you could smuggle in to festivals as the prosthetic had gotten bigger. You’d never tried it, but Eggsy always said one day you would. Most of your free time was spent at his house, but that stopped when his mum got involved with Dean. He’d come to yours instead and you’d sit and talk all night in your room about the future, your plans to move to the country and get out of London, and what your dream job would be. You loved him, there was no denying it, but you were sure he only saw you as one of the lads.
“(Y/N),” Eggsy said one night as you both lay there in the darkness of your room, trying to go to sleep, “will you go on a date with me?”
“Eggsy, are you being serious?”
“Of course I am.”
“Then yeah, I will.”
“Awesome. And I promise it won’t be Nando’s. It’ll be better than that,” he says.
“I like Nando’s though.”
“You really wanna go Nando’s on a first date?” He asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, I mean, we both like it. Doesn’t matter where we are really,” you laugh.
“Alright, Nando’s it is then love.”
As you lay there smiling, you can feel him doing the same on the floor next to your bed. Your hand falls off the edge of the bed and into his as he’s reaching up to hold yours.

That was the beginning of yours and Eggsy’s story together, it started out sweet, and despite the times he turned up at your door with a black eye from Dean, it stayed that way. Eggsy made everything easy, he accepted you for who you were, had seen you at your worst and your best, and you had done the same for him. It took you a while to be intimate, but it was worth the wait for him, as he sat there with his eyes wide with lust. Then your family had come home and you both quickly threw your clothes back on.
“Shit,” Eggsy said as he looked down at his erection, “fucking hell babe, I can’t go out there like this.” You stand there laughing at him before you eventually get your breath back.
“It’s fine, just stay the night,” you chuckle, going outside to let your family know he was staying again. You walk back in the room and Eggsy’s sitting on your bed with a pillow over his lap just incase you didn’t come back alone.
“Mum and Dean are away tomorrow night, do you wanna get dinner and stay at mine?” He asks. You bite your lip and nod, knowing exactly what would happen after dinner. You look down at the pillow on his lap and kneel in front of him, moving it to one side. His breath hitches as you pull him free of his trousers and underwear then start pumping him with your hand.
“Fuck, (Y/N)!” He moans.
“Shut up!” You hiss, worried your family might hear.
“Sorry love, but you are about to make me come,” he whispers as you go faster, looking him in the eye as you do, turning him on even more. Just as his head rolls back and his mouth opens, you place your lips around his tip and he shoots into your mouth, bucking his hips up as he does.
“Fuc-” he starts before you cut him off by kissing him. You lean back and smile as he looks at you in awe.
“Babe, you didn’t have to,” he says, running a hand up your neck and onto your cheek.
“Couldn’t have you walking around with a boner in front of my family could I?”
“True,” he winks, “I love you.”
“I love you too Eggsy.”
He smiles and takes you in his arms, laying you down with him on your bed. The words shared between you both came without any hesitation. You’d both wanted to say it for a while now, but neither of you had found the right moment until now. You wake up excited for the night ahead and rush off to work before Eggsy wakes up, leaving a note to say you love him and you’ll meet him at the cinema later. His smile lights up the room as he holds the piece of paper against his chest. The day goes far too slowly for you both and you almost run out of work when it’s time to go home. You quickly get changed and head out to the cinema, Eggsy already waiting outside for you.
“I missed you,” you say as he brings you in for a kiss, “how long have you been waiting?”
“Missed you too babe, and not long, only a couple of hours,” he laughs, winking at you. You head inside and take your seats, your hands interlinked for the entire film, not even breaking for popcorn. Afterwards you head back to Eggsy’s mum’s flat and he gives a sigh of relief when he opens the door and no one’s in.
“Thank fuck for that,” he breathes, letting you in before him. You walk in, then turn to him and grab him by the opening of his hoodie, pulling him towards his bedroom as you bite your bottom lip through a smile. His eyes start widening, knowing what’s about to happen as he chucks his keys on the side and lets you guide him. You back into the bedroom door and it opens, then once inside you let go of him and he strips his clothes off, trying his best not to take his eyes off of you as you do the same. The final thing to come off is his cap as he throws it to one side on the floor. You chuckle as his messy hair bounces up and down, then stand in front of him and run your hands through it as you kiss. His hands make their way down your back and squeeze your bum, pulling you into his hips. He leans back, gives you one of his infamous smiles and nods towards the bed, you lay down and he crawls up your body, kissing every part as he goes. You giggle as his lips tickle your skin, then he covers your lips and you close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his body on top of yours.
“You ready?” He whispers, reaching down in between your bodies.
“Yeah,” you smile, then he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pushes all the way in. You let out a moan at the feeling of him filling you up, which makes him groan as well, seeing your face etched with want.
“You okay?” He asks.
“More than. You?”
“Fucking great love,” he smiles, starting to move his hips. He gets bolder with his thrusting, the noises coming from you spurring him on. He buries his face in your neck, kissing your skin when he remembers, otherwise using it to muffle his groans. Each vibration on your neck makes you buck your hips up into him, meeting his pace and working together in perfect synchronisation. Suddenly you both hear the door slam, making you look at each other panicked.
“You fuckin’ bitch! You just can’t let me have a night out that doesn’t end in you crying,” Dean shouts as you hear Eggsy’s mum sob, “why the fuck is that prick’s door shut?”
Eggsy’s bedroom door flings open violently, Eggsy presses himself on top of you to hide your body and quickly grabs the covers to hide his.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ here? And with that dirty whore? Get out of my flat!” He yells.
“It’s my mum’s flat! Not yours!” Eggsy shouts back as his mum appears next to Dean.
“You’d better go love,” she says quietly, her mascara running down her cheeks, “leave them to get dressed, Dean.”
“Fucking sensitive bitch,” he spits, turning away from the door and walking back to the living room, muttering to himself under his breath. Eggsy’s mum bows her head, shuts the door and follows Dean as she hears the little girl start to cry. Eggsy looks down at you, a sad look on his face as he gets up, then sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. You sit next to him, kiss his cheek softly and nudge your nose against his skin. He turns to you, a small smile forming on his lips as he sees your face, remembering how lucky he was to have someone like you to help him escape. You both get dressed and walk out of the flat in silence, looking up at Eggsy’s mum briefly to see if she had stopped crying. She gives a weak smile to you both as you shut the door behind you.
“I’m sorry about him,” Eggsy says eventually.
“You’re not the one who should be saying sorry.”
“What he said-”
“He’s a fucking dickhead. As if I’m going to take any notice of what comes out of his mouth,” you laugh, “I love you. Nothing’s going to change that.”
“I love you too. You’re the only thing that keeps me going sometimes y'know,” he admits as you slowly walk to yours, hands interlinked and swaying between you. You smile and lean up, kissing him on the cheek.
“Same here,” you say. He finally lets a smile creep across his lips as his free hand feels the cheek that you just kissed, as if to save it and put it in his pocket.

They Are Not Happy

Originally posted by glittchiplier

Originally posted by floralcrownjack

A scream of rage and a loud noise could be heard coming from an abandoned house somewhere in the world. Luckily, no one was around to hear it. The fate of the curious person that decided to investigate would be worst than death.
Inside, two men could be seen.

No, those beings were not men.

One of them was black and white, like he just walked straight out of an old photograph, and was dressed in a impeccable suit. A vibrant red and blue aura surrounding him.

The other could be described as the complete opposite. Shocking green hair and eyes, completed with a pale green skin. His clothes were black and ripped and he used gauges in his ears. His body was constantly glitching, just like a computer malfunction, and a big scar on his neck could be seen.

But they did had a thing in common. They were both mad with rage.

“How dare they do this!?” Screamed the black and white man, his aura breaking around him as the walls of the old house trembled with his power. “Mocking us like we were nothing more than a joke!”

The green man was constantly glitching and so was his voice, screaming in a high pitch. “Your creator was the one to start all of this shit! I’m so close to get what it’s mine, and it’s not a fucking video that will get in my way! Those imposters are gonna pay!”

The monochromatic man snapped his neck to the side and fixed his already immaculate suit.

“My creator - as you like to put it - make me look like a coward and a fool in front of millions of people, instead of someone to fear and tremble at the mention of. If you think I will let this go unpunished you are mistaken.”

He controlled his aura and got closer to the glitching man.

“I called you here, not because I need you, but because we’re stronger together. So, I’ll make you a proposition, Anti.”

“What kind of proposition, Dark?”

“Something that should have been done a long time ago. Something that will make them regret this excuse of a video. Something that will make us take what it’s rightfully ours.”

Anti grinned. “I’m coming home.”

He quickly disappeared in a glitch, the laugh of the madman echoing in the empty space. Dark smirked, the sweet taste of vendetta closer than ever.

Odd Couple [Spencer Reid]

Summary // You’re the owner of a smal bakery and can be a little to energetic, your boyfriend is a genius who can be a bit eccentric and is hunting serial killers, some people tend to call you an odd couple.

Originally posted by holagubler

You and Spencer, the odd couple. The two of you had been together for a while now and basically everyone you knew and he knew called you two a very odd couple, at first glance you understood why. He was a genius with an odd fascination for serial killers that ended up in a FBI job whilst you were a sometimes too energetic owner of a small bakery who sometimes seemed to be polar opposite of him but with a closer inspection the two of you shared quite a few traits.

Garcia was the one who introduced you to Spencer, she was the first of the whole BAU to discover your new little shop, it sold more baked goods than bread, and immediately fell in love with it. She became a quick regular and often bought sweets for the whole team after a rough case and that is how you met Spencer, he was the second to come and thank you for them and of course the amazing quality, that ended up in a conversation with a little too much cupcakes and phone numbers.

“You know, I’ve really missed this place.” You commented as you stepped inside Garcia’s liar, it had been a while since you’ve been inside the FBI building, you’d been in here a few times, most times you spent with Garcia who invited you to come multiple times but lately business had been booming and you had little time to visit.

You had a wide grin as she turned around and hugged you a little too tight. “I am so sorry I haven’t been around more, they’ve been so busy on this case and I’ve constantly been looking up the most horrible things but they’re coming home.” She said quickly.

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I got tipsy again and wrote fluff

(A/N—on mobile so no formatting/cut. Not sure where this came from. I love you all.)

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She loved this feeling—like everything was buzzing and happy and alive. It didn’t last long, but Emma fully planned in taking advantage of her more-than-tipsy state from girls’ night out.

She’d ducked out early when the conversation turned to sex lives, because she didn’t need to hear how much or how little her mother or Regina, respectively, were having. Especially not when the subject of her own was waiting at home.

Killian didn’t usually wait up for her these nights, and tonight was no different. Once she got home, she quietly (as much as she could manage) tiptoed up the stairs to their room and slipped through the ajar door.

There he was, curled up on his side in their bed, facing where she typically lay, and one arm extended to the empty space she was about to occupy. His full lips were parted with gentle snores, his lashes lay thick and long against the apples of his cheeks, and his hair fell across his forehead to complete the adorable picture. It took everything she had not to squee out loud and wake him, even if that was half her goal in coming home early.

Quickly, she shed her outer layers of clothing and discarded her bra before slipping into her pajama shorts, barely taking her eyes off him for a moment lest she miss one minute of him at his most peaceful. Gone were the lines of worry etched in his brow or hiding at the corner of his mouth that never completely faded even though things were pretty peaceful. Instead, he wore a look of utter relaxation that she only got to see on rare occasions.

The alcohol still coursing through her veins made her hop up on the bed unabashedly, though she quickly regretted it when his eyes flew open immediately, blunted wrist raised in an instinctive defensive move.

“Shh, it’s just me,” she (tried to) whisper as she slid closer, and the look of panic on his face quickly faded to sleepy happiness.

“Swan, I missed you,” he murmured as he reached out for her, grabbing her and pulling her close so that their bodies aligned from tip to toe. “Did you have fun?” he asked with his head buried in her shoulder.

“Yeah, but I missed you, too, and I was thinking…” But her slurred thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a snore in her ear, and she pulled back. Killian was completely passed out again, a lazy smile in his lips now that he had his true love back in his arms.

Somewhere deep inside, her libido was protesting the change in planned activities, but as she saw how completely blushed he was, she couldn’t have any other possibly reaction but pure joy.

They had forever to have fun. Tonight, as she tucked her head against the soft hair of his chest and wrapped her arms tight around his waist, she had all she could possibly need.

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