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anonymous asked:

What would the US and SF bros do for their S/O on their birthday?

{ I am going to do some headcanons for it ~ }


✯ Blueberry ✯

 - It is like his own birthday! Actually, he wants that every day you pass with him it is going to be like your birthday, because you have to be always happy and relaxed. No tint of sadness in your eyes.

- Sans prepares a special scavenger hunt only for you, you have to resolve puzzles and riddles; the solutions of them will bring you to the presents (and to the cake Sans baked for you).

- The cake is something too cute to explain, it’s really big and smooth, coloured in pastel because he loves so much those colours.

- Rain of presents for you! He is going to spoil you all the days after, donating to you gifts, flowers, chocolates and a lot of kisses when you least expect them.

- At the evening, Sans and you will have dinner in a super cute restaurant he knows, it is a very nice and homey place, there everyone welcomes you singing “happy birthday to you”. All the employees and the clients sing for you like you are their friend.

- For the rest of the night hugs and cuddles like there is no tomorrow (if you want more than simple cuddles you have to ask him~).


Stretch 

- Wait a moment… Is it really your birthday?

- Then, he sees the big red “X” marked on the calendar (Sans was the one to do it, pfff—). Papyrus feels the shame crawling on his back.

- He totally forgot it, but you should have known it from the very start you decided to date him. It was like a contract, and his laziness was one of the clauses. Now you must keep the entire “Papyrus box” as he is without complaining.

- The next days, he will sing to you a “very merry unbirthday”, offering random cups of tea. Forgetting your birthday was a joke, you know? You are so suspicious (pretend to believe it).

- Papyrus is not a party guy, so he will not organize something too big. You are passing the day together watching your favourite movies, eating junk foods and cuddling.

- For the cake, he buys it at Muffet’s, you are sure her sweets are delicious, at least.


Blackberry 

- Sans was preparing himself for this day from months. Everything must be perfect, since you are perfect and he is a perfectionist.

- He brings you to the most luxurious restaurant of the city; the two of you have a reserved hall, and Sans trained a group of waiters to be extra fast and professional during this day. For example, the waiters do special choreographies when they are serving you the meal like it was a show.

- Sans engaged a band for the occasion, they play all your favourites songs and a special playlist he created; it contains all your relationship’s songs. Then, Sans will ask you to dance with him.

- After the dinner, he will confess to you his true love feeling, giving you a diamond ring, (he exercised so much in front of the mirror to say this phrase in the right way, he will blush like crazy but you are sure he is sincere).

-  Sans prepared the cake by himself, it is a very refined cake in its simplicity, because too much lavishness make things too much frivolous.

- And when you come back home that night, Sans has another surprise for you: himself. Can you ask for more?


Rus 

- Obvious, Papyrus remembers your birthday.  He memorized every date and occasion of your relationship even the little things.

- Papyrus lets you decide everything for this day. He will do anything for you. If you ask him to climb a mountain, he will do that. You want him to swim all the seven seas, consider it done! The most important thing to him is seeing you happy.

- Papyrus buys a personalized cake to Muffet’s, too. The cake has decorations that are related to your personality and things you like. He buys also many candies, cupcakes, desserts because they are still delightful.

- The two of you are going to order something at home, he does not have the effort to go outside and he does not like the crowded places as restaurants (he can enjoy only Muffet’s because it is a familiar place, it is like a second home to him). He wants to stay with you alone.

- His present for you is a photo album, inside you can find many pictures of you and Papyrus but especially yours, he loves taking photos of you (the ones where you are unprepared or taken by surprise are his favourites).

- He is going to spoil you all the next days, being like your personal servant (actually, he is very good doing the housekeeping jobs). All your wishes are his commands.

bts scenario: dirty talking

thank you for your request! i hope you like it! xx (sorry if it isn’t as detailed as you would have liked, i have exams this week so i’m pretty busy!)

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jin: jin would press kisses on any and every part of your body he could reach. “does that feel good baby?” he would say as he slipped his fingers inside of you, “you like the feeling of my fingers in your pussy huh? so wet for me…” you’d moan loudly at the feeling and the sound of his words. “i’m gonna make you feel so good baby, fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll be screaming is my name.”

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

yoongi: yoongi had been gone for a little over a month, and you had been missing him in more ways than one. that night when yoongi called you, you moaned into the phone at the sound of his voice. “ah? you miss me don’t you~” he teased to which you just moaned as you continued to touch yourself. “keep touching yourself babygirl, i can hear how wet you are for me, i want you to come with your fingers and pretend they are mine.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

hoseok: hoseok would be pounding into you at a fast pace and you would be choking on your moans, and begging for more. “you like that baby? you like the feeling of my thick, hard cock deep inside of you? making you feel so full?” your hands clutched the sheets below you in response to his words, “yes~ please,” you begged for more. “good girl, begging for daddy’s cock.”

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namjoon: “beg for me babygirl, beg for my cock,” namjoon would say as he was leaning over you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. “please, daddy, make me cum, i need your cock,” pleased at your words, namjoon would slam into you and start thrusting at a fast pace. “how many times do you think you can cum for me today, princess, two? three?” 

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

jimin: jimin’s head was between your legs, eating you out like a full course meal. you moaned over and over as your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the pleasure you were feeling. “you’re dripping for me baby, so wet,” jimin said as he continued his ministrations, “taste so good, so sweet, cum on my face yeah? then i can fuck you so good baby.”

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taehyung: it was minutes before taehyung had to go on stage for a concert, and he needed to get off. he pushed you against the nearest wall before ripping of your shorts and panties, you made no move to stop him. “i’m so hard for you baby, gotta fuck the shit out of you before i go on stage yeah? i wanna think about my cum being inside you as i dance around that stage, thinking about round two for tonight.” 

Originally posted by tonight-we-are-fantastic-baby

jungkook: “that’s a good girl, suck my cock. god you’re so good baby, so good for me,” the noises that your mouth made around his cock only made his orgasm that much closer. you pushed his length as far down your throat as it could go, making you gag slightly. “fuck baby, make me cum, i wanna coat your pretty lips in my cum, so pretty.” 

Originally posted by would-you-buy-me-pizza

bts scenario: you’re thick/curvy

as a fellow curvy girl, hope you all enjoy this! i made it into all the members btw, so everyone can get their bias. enjoy! xx

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jin: small kisses were being trailed up your neck as jin’s hands caressed your body. slow hands slowly pushed the hem of your tshirt higher and higher and jin gripped onto your hips. “god i love your hips, baby,” he whispered into your ear, “you’re so pretty for me.” a blush crept up your neck as you shook your head, “jin no…” “shush, princess,” jin bit down onto the supple flesh over your hip bone, “don’t finish that thought, you’re gorgeous.”  jin used his tongue and his fingers to make sure you knew just how gorgeous you were. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: yoongi’s sharp thrusts drew out loud moans from your throat as you tightened your arms around his neck. earlier that day, you had been insecure about your body, saying that your thighs were too fat along with your stomach, and yoongi was not standing for it. “you’re fucking gorgeous baby,” a hickey was placed on your neck, “say it.” he growled in a voice that you knew had no room for ‘no’. “i’m gor-,” the next thrust hit the most sensitive spot inside you, “i’m gorgeous,” you moaned. “that’s right, baby,” yoongi said, “my gorgeous babygirl.” 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

hoseok: “but hoseok,” your voice cracked as you protested his pleas, “this dress makes me look fat.” your face scrunched up in pain as tears flooded your eyes and one slipped down your cheek. “baby.. baby, no,” hoseok shook his head frantically as he came to stand behind you while you were looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. “you’re fucking beautiful,” his arms wrapped around the silk dress and your waist, “i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, baby,” he continued. soft hands pulled your arms away from covering your stomach, “i love you, all of you.”

Originally posted by gotjhope

namjoon: “wow,” you said as you watched the pretty girl on the screen dance with her partner in the cheesy romcom, “she’s really pretty,” you said as you slowly curled in on yourself. “yeah,” namjoon agreed, “but you’re prettier~” he teased as he kissed your cheek and cuddled you closer to his body. “don’t be jealous of her, baby, you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous.” he nibbled on your ear as you giggled, “so pretty, amazing, caring, smart, and beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. “joonieee stoppp,” you laughed as his fingers began to tickle your sides. “see? even your laugh is beautiful, never doubt yourself, princess.”   

Originally posted by rapnamu

jimin: the water splashed around your and jimin’s bodies and bubbles fluttered into the air as you squealed, “JIMIN!” jimin’s adorable laugh filled the air as he blew bubbles into your face. “this was supposed to be romantic, park jimin,” you huffed while trying not to laugh yourself. jimin reached forward and pulled your hips to have you sit on top of his thighs. “jimin, don’t, i’m heavy,” you whispered the end as you tried to scoot backward off of his legs. “you are not,” jimin grabbed hard onto your hips and tugged you back onto his lap, “heavy.” you giggled as he started to kiss up your neck, “jiminieee.” “i love you baby, don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

taehyung: your hips swayed to the music as you flipped the pancakes that you were cooking for you and taehyung. turning around, you went to go get the orange juice from the fridge but instead you were met face to face with a grinning taehyung. “don’t let me stop you,” he winked suggestively as he began to sway to the music as well. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you remembered you were only in a pair of booty shorts and one of taehyung’s tshirts. “tae, you’re embarrassing me…” you covered your face with your hands. “hush none of that,” he pulled his hands away from your face, “you’re gorgeous,” he planted a kiss on your neck, “gives me something to grab onto yeah?” “KIM TAEHYUNG”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

jungkook: sweat poured down your forehead and your back as you tried to keep up with jungkook while learning the dance moves to ‘dope’. you had wanted to dance with jungkook for a long time, to see him dance up close. “i almost have it,” you said as you pushed yourself harder, trying as hard as you could to get the move right. “babe it’s okay,” jungkook said as he walked up to you, taking your hand in his, “this is a hard dance, it took all of us hours to get it right.” you huffed, “i knew, i just want to live up to being the golden maknae’s girlfriend, and it’s kinda hard with all this,” you said gesturing to your body. jungkook growled, “don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, baby,” he said, “besides, watching you dance like that is really doing something to me,” he said as he ground his hips onto your backside, “let’s go home, yeah beautiful?”

Originally posted by dream-bts

YouTuber headcanons

(I KNOW I WAS BEATEN TOO IT BUT SHHHHHHHH)

- Zane is that one YouTuber that plays horror games and makes top tens. The Entire time he played finding Bigfoot with Travis, Zane kept running into big foot shrieking “LOVE ME YOU FUCK” at the top of his lungs. Travis is mortified

- Travis is that asshole friend that Pranks everybody for views

- katelyn and Zane did a collab once and now there permanent nickname is ‘smol and tol team’

- kawaii chan is probably a YouTuber similar to akidearest and probably walks around without pants on

- Dante is a music YouTuber and people ship him and Travis really hard

- nobody actually knows that rainbowshipping squad live together

- katelyn does a bunch of charity live streams including the others. Some of these live streams include: cards against humanity with kissing donation goals, nobody realised how raunchy of a team Zane and Dante could be and kawaii chan kept making dad jokes. Dance dance revolution hard mode, Travis nearly broke his leg and kept having to eat mayonnaise because he kept falling over. Christmas stream where they did stupid shenanigans. Uno live stream that was Dantes idea, everyone proceeded to beat Dante with soft fluffy pillows as revenge.

- Travis and Zane play those stupid steam games that are absolutely terrible and rubbish

- The entire rainbow squad have a quote blog run by aphmau for all the stupid Shit they said

- Zane made gene, Aaron, Garroth and Vylad do the cinnamon challenge. He called it “stupid people do this for the views”. Aphmau thinks Zane is bitter

- Katelyns YouTube is for music, but she doesn’t want anybody to know it’s her

- aphmau made Aaron do her makeup for a youtube video

- Lucinda has a makeup beauty channel with Sasha

anonymous asked:

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6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.


Carnivals.

They’re lovely to visit with your friends but honestly they were only so fun, especially if you lived in a small town such as Y/N did. It was more fun finding ways to dodge the billions of over hyped up, sugar crazed kids that ran past you in a hurry to make the next ride line.

Still though, lovely to visit with your friends and to have cheap fun.

“Are you sure it looks okay? Did it smudge?”

“Nope,” Y/N’s friend reassured her. “Your lipstick looks great. No smudging that I can see. Teeth check?”

Y/N smiled, following her friend’s gaze scan over her teeth and sighing contently when she gave her the thumbs up — no lavender colored lipstick stained anywhere it shoun’t be.

Y/N and her group of friends walked around the lot, holding cups of various sodas and sipping them lightly in the summer heat. They rode small rides, their favorite being the baby roller coaster they all dramatically screamed on gaining the odd looks of other families and children.

Various booths were set up along the fairgrounds, from ring toss games to basketball toss games. Y/N and her friends took turns playing the booths that caught their attention, a few of her friends going off to the Henna tent across the way. One booth though caught Y/N’s attention; and not in a good way.

The Kissing Booth stood proudly, a small line of pretty girls lined up to kiss the boy, a couple of daring guys stood waiting to kiss the girl on the other side. Only, the boy on the inside of the tent was Y/N’s ex boyfriend, Harry.

He looked better than ever, a bandana wrapped around his curly hair and a tan lightly kissed on his skin, giving him the resemblance of some
sort of Summer God. Harry gave flirty smiles and winks to each girl that stepped up, accepting the one Euro cost and leaning over the counter to peck them shortly on the mouth.

“Oh my God,” Another one of Y/N’s friends gasped. “I wanna go kiss that girl! Y/N, will you stand in line with me?”

Y/N stumbled, scrunching her eyebrows up in distaste as she motioned her head towards where her ex stood.

“Oh just ignore him.” She rolled her eyes, looping her arm through Y/N’s and pulling her towards the line.

A few guys stood before them and Y/N took this as her chance to pull her lipstick out, reapplying it through the camera app on her phone. She pursed her lips, mixing it evenly before taking her fingers and wiping off the excess.

“That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.”

Y/N looked up, meeting the eyes and coy smirk of Harry. He leaned on the counter, propping his head up by his hand and thumping his fingers boredly over his cheekbone.

“I’m not in line Harry.”

“And why not?”

Y/N snorted, packing her lipstick tube back in her purse. “Why pay money to kiss my ex when I can just… not.”

“Real clever.” Harry laughed, leaning out further to keep her attention. “Come over here and give me a kiss.”

Y/N paused, tapping her finger over jaw in pretend thought. “I’m good.”

“Don’t be like that, love. It’s for the fundraiser, yeah? All donations go to the hospital and you get a kiss in the process. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

After a war of internal battle, Y/N groaned, slipping a Euro out and smacking the bill on the counter. “One kiss. And it’s only because I care about the charity.”

“Definitely just for the charity.” Harry mused, planting his thumb and forefinger on either side of her jaw before planting a warm, opened mouth kiss to her lavender colored lips.

As much as she hated to admit it, she melted into the kiss. He kissed her warmly, tilting his head to the side and encouraging her own mouth to open with his tongue. Y/N slowly complied, forgetting all her bitterness towards who she was kissing and rather, simply enjoying kissing a familiar mouth.

After a solid 10 seconds, Harry pulled back with a sticky pop of their lips and laughing lightly at the her smudged lipstick, knowing he was sporting some of it on his own mouth.

“Come back here after I close the booth up in about an hour. I’ll give you all the kisses you want, no charge.”

THANK YOU

Thank you everyone- my friend has raised the goal amount and… guys… thank you. To those who reblogged and to those who donated… guys you gave her a chance to say goodbye to her nephew. To grieve and support her loved ones. A time when you’re supposed to be with family- you gave her that. 

Thank you. 

You gave a family closure. 

Thank you. 

You are all angels, blessed and kind and rekindled not only my faith in humanity- but hers. This is the first truly good thing that’s happened to her this year… and to come from such tragedy… it will help heal the wounds. 
You are all beautiful and she wants to thank you from the bottom of her heart- I know that her family will never be able to completely show you their gratitude- but, know that it’s there. 

Thank you. 

“My tears are bittersweet as I can now be where I am needed. Thank you all for helping me in such a tough time. God bless you all.” - Trigmy

anonymous asked:

Charity kissing booth. Cora tricks Derek into getting in line and slaps ten dollars down. Stiles cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders back to prepare to kiss the hell out of him.

As much as Derek loved his little sister, sometimes he really hated her. Like, now for instance, standing in line for a charity kissing booth.

It was a tradition for the Hales to attend the annual charity festival, every year the whole family making the short trip to the public park in the center of town. Booths and tents and other stands would set up on either side of the bike path that bisected the park, volunteers collecting money for charities and local small businesses.

Despite no longer being a kid, Derek encouraged them to continue the tradition. And most of his family members excitedly agreed.

Cora hadn’t wanted to attend, preferring to laze around in her room and text her new boyfriend all day. Their mother had insisted that she tag along with the rest of the family, claiming that Isaac would probably be there anyway since half of the county always showed up.

Now, Cora was exacting her revenge. And Derek could nothing about it without causing a scene.

As they had passed the section of the festival dedicated to games and activities designed to encourage people to donate to the county sheriff’s department, Cora had spotted a kissing booth. But that wasn’t what caught her attention.

It was who was manning the kissing booth: the Sheriff’s son Stiles. Also known as the guy Derek had been harboring a crush on for years.

Cora had downright manhandled Derek into the line, pinching his side and dragging him over to the booth. When Derek realized just why exactly his sister brought him there, he tried to run but she grabbed him and threatened to scream if he didn’t go through with it.

And the only thing worse than paying to kiss his crush would be his crush hearing his sister yell, “I can’t believe you don’t want to give any money to the sheriff’s department!”

So he stayed put and hoped that Stiles wouldn’t think he was too much of a weirdo. He also tried to formulate a revenge plot of his own to get back at his devious sister.

The line was annoyingly long, making a coil of jealousy curl in Derek’s gut. He was the one who used to write poems in the margins of his notebooks about Stiles’ moles, damn it!

Stiles greeted him with a smile when he made it to the front of the line. Before either of them could say anything, Cora slapped down a ten dollar bill and pointed emphatically at Derek before standing off to the side.

Stiles smiled almost shyly before straightening up and cracking his knuckles. Flexing his shoulders, he rolled his neck, looking like a boxer preparing for another round.

He grabbed Derek by the front of his shirt and tugged him into a deep kiss that stole both of their breaths away. Stiles licked into Derek’s mouth, shocking Derek so much so he flailed around wildly.

Pulling back, Stiles admitted, “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.”

send me a theme/prompt for a 500 word drabble!

For @skiretehfox’s Maximus AU which is one of my favorite iterations of Max (and it’s how I found your blog!) I fell in love with her at first sight and this is me singing praise and thanks for creating her and the whole AU. I hope I didn’t write her ooc and if I did, please correct me. Anyways, here’s the fic, enjoy!

Maximus Victory

Maximus was never one to be bothered to make an effort. In fact, she’s given up trying altogether. She’s learned at an early age that effort is futile but it’s not because of the ratio of attempts to failures, rather the opposite. Everything was just so easy to achieve and so predictable. The world was dictated by patterns and to accomplish a goal was to simply follow the set path with predetermined rules. Perhaps that’s why the only semblance to excitement there was in life for her was when she’s bending the said rules or when there were hardly any restrictions in the first place. Either works and since she gets bored easily, she doubles in both.

She majors both in Law and in the Arts, Photography in particular, at the same time. There’s a reason why she specializes in both of these areas. Manipulating the laws of legality was interesting enough to work as a brain-teaser for her on good days. Manipulating the laws of photography to get that perfect shot can be entertaining and fulfilling at times. And then there’s the hidden third Major in Time, manipulating the laws of space and time just because she can.

No, she didn’t fucking stutter. She has time powers, deal with it.

It’s a rather dull story if you asked Maximus and although it was surprising at the time, that excitement obviously didn’t last for the rest of her life. Actually, that got her the time powers in the first place: the end of her life, or at least it was supposed to be. Coming from a prestigious family has its own downsides aside from the boring parties filled with pretentious adults pretending to give a shit. For Maximus, she got kidnapped at the age of ten. The criminals weren’t even professionals and ended up accidentally shooting her. She would have died too or maybe she did die but her rewind just overwrote that history. Needless to say, someone other than her ended up with a bullet on that day.

Rewinding time? What-the-fuck-ever. She doesn’t give a shit.

Having time powers got old real fast. It was nothing that extraordinary for her as mastering any other skill. Within weeks she learned how to prevent the nosebleeds and within months, she could rewind for more minutes than she’ll ever need to. She’s confident that she knows how it works and mastered all of its tricks so much in fact that whatever thrill she felt on the first time had long since died along with the timeline where she’s supposed to be dead. The supernatural aspect of it has been normalized and has now become routine. In short, she got bored. She started to think that whatever this was just might be the most exciting experience she’ll ever get.

Her boring days carried on until she turned eleven and she attended a charity event in Seattle with her parents. She absolutely loathed these social gathering of hypocrites and if she had a choice, she wouldn’t be here at all. Unfortunately being a kid meant less free will on her part but at the very least she was allowed freedom to separate and roam on her own. The exhibit wasn’t even that interesting but it will have to do rather than the annoying adults that filled it. As she easily weaved through the groups of people she would have nothing to do with, she eavesdropped on voices that only spoke of bullshit.

Until she heard a voice that seemed to carry an IQ that was higher than the room’s average.

“What an insult.” The voice belonged to a girl with long blond hair and a scowl that matched her disgust. She’s standing by one of the art booths and muttering to herself far too loudly and condescending. “No one’s actually here to donate for the arts. Everyone’s too busy kissing ass with people instead of actually admiring the displayed masterpieces.” She glared at the room in general with great disapproval that Maximus couldn’t help but approve.

“Masterpieces?” She smoothly took a spot beside her with an amused smirk. “Point me at one when you see them.”

The girl turned to her, most likely surprised that someone would comment on her not so inner monologue. Her cheeks were tinged red with embarrassment but she quickly masked it under the guise of anger. She’s certainly a proud one. “Well of course I didn’t mean all of these!” She gestured to the entirety of the room and then crossed her arms. “There’s no such thing as a gallery filled with only the best works. More than half are usually dull stud shots just trying to catch a ride on the greatness of the actual good ones.”

Well she’s not wrong although Maximus wouldn’t want to inflate her ego by admitting that. At least this girl knew what she was talking about and she had the backbone to speak them out. Her eyes shone with the slightest of interests. “Huh, is that what you think so?” She tested her, intimidating.

“That’s what I know so.” The girl confidently replied and with a raised chin, she beckoned her, “And? What do you think?”

Maximus blinked. That’s new. So there truly existed a person who wouldn’t shrink from her. This girl could hold her own ground and who was Maximus to deny her conversation? “Hmm…” She hummed shortly and then pointed to one photo in particular. “Well this guy’s trying too hard to go for Avedon-esque.”

It was unexpected but the girl’s face lit up at the mention of the photographer. It was so bright and instantaneous that Maximus could have sworn that a flash literally went off. “You know Richard Avedon? He’s my hero!” She started excitedly and even jumped a bit when she fully turned towards her. When she realized that she had forgotten the proper but also boring TPO, she quickly composed herself. She held herself back but the embers in her eyes continued to glow warmly. “I mean… ahem, yes it is rather distasteful at how poor his attempt is. It’s an absolute disgrace. I can’t believe this crap is even here.”

So this girl apparently also knew how photography worked and Maximus is impressed because that’s already more than most of the guests’ actual knowledge of the art. “And how would your attempt be?”

“Obviously better than this amateur.” She scoffed and there was something with the way she said it, the power in her voice, that told her that she wasn’t just all talk. “See, the technique is just…” And then she proceeded to expound on how to pull off an Avedon photoshoot.

And although Maximus was not one to socialize, she thought that she didn’t mind spending time with this girl.

“Maximus Caulfield.” She finally said after their fourth conversation. There was a small but noticeable proud grin on her face. This girl had earned the right to her name and frankly, she enjoyed her company. “It’s a fucking relief to know that there’s someone here who isn’t a retard.”

The girl just nodded in agreement. “Likewise. You aren’t just air yourself.” Despite her proud attitude, there was a clear underlying tone of approval in her voice. “If you don’t already know, I’m Maribeth Chase. I suppose you can call me Mary for short.”

“Mary, huh?” She rolled the name across her tongue experimentally. Something about the name just didn’t sit right with her and she wracked her brain as to why. In the end, she couldn’t figure out the reason but she did figure out a new nickname. “Nah, I think I’ll just call you Vic.”

“Vic?” She repeated and with obvious confusion written on her face. “Why Vic?”

She shrugged. “Dunno. It just feels right.”

“Well I’m not the only one going home with a stupid nickname, Maxine.” She eyed her levelly.

“It’s Max, never Maxine.” Maximus shot back and then smirked. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Vic.”

They got along more than just fine, so much in fact that their parents already arranged for them to get married in the future.

Not like that made any difference since Maximus wasn’t planning on spending the rest of her life with anyone else. She already spent her first eleven years with boring complacency and she’d be damned if that lasted any longer. So they meet again at another gala the next month and then after, they scheduled a meeting without the crowd of overaged morons. Maximus found Vic interesting enough that she dropped from her current school and transferred to hers. Vic couldn’t believe what she did at first but she may have half screamed half squealed when her parents confirmed the fact. Maximus later found out about it and teased the hell out of her cute blushing face.

By the time that Vic got her pixie cut, they were already dating. The confession wasn’t as much romantic as it was spontaneous.

“Date me.” Maximus just suddenly dropped out of nowhere during an ordinary drive to the coffee shop.

The confession was just so unexpected that it almost passed by Vic’s head. Almost. In a few seconds, her brain stopped and so did the car as her foot slammed on the brakes. Her head turned and faced her, gaping. “What did you just say?”

“Eyes on the road, partner.” Maximus teased. “Did you know that most car accidents happen because the driver is looking elsewhere?”

“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me.” Vic snarled and Maximus smiled wider because even Vic’s angry face was cute. She didn’t share her same amusement though. She glared harder. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

“Sorry, did I stutter?” Maximus leaned in close, so close that their noses were almost touching and their breaths were warm and mixing, and oh god it was intoxicating for Vic. In a seductively low voice, Maximus whispered, “I said fuck me.”

A delectable shiver ran through Vic’s spine and Maximus’ teeth showed. There’s also the obvious coloring of her cheeks but Vic was adamant on powering through this. “Maybe I’ll think about it when you say what you actually first said.”

“So that’s a yes on fuck?” Maximus grinned devilishly.

Vic’s blush burned to a darker shade as she stammered, “F-Fuck, Max! Just say those goddamned words already!” And in a softer, more shy voice she whispered, “I just… I just want to hear them and know this is real.” And that’s Maximus’s signal to quit messing around.

She schooled her face into one of seriousness as she gazed deeply. No more fucking around. “Date me, Vic.” Before Vic could answer, Maximus’ lips were already on hers. And when she pulled back, she faintly heard the reverent whisper of a “yes” that she pulled from Vic’s lips. Maximus licked her lips with pride. “We’re gonna fucking rule the world together.”

As much as Maximus would have loved to skip to the part where they rule the world, Vic thought it was imperative for them to continue their education and this was non-negotiable. So fast forward to now where they’re in college. At least they share an apartment so she thinks it’s not all that boring. Maximus still doesn’t give a shit about things but Vic does and she makes it a point that Max knows.

“Max, get your lazy ass up already or you’ll miss your defense.” Vic scolded her for the nth time this past ten minutes. “Don’t make me throw water at you because you know I will if you don’t get up in the next thirty seconds.”

“And ruin the bed? Where ever will we sleep then?” Maximus gasped playfully.

“Obviously I’ll be taking the sofa and you’ll be sleeping on the cold hard ground. Twenty seconds.” Vic tapped her foot irritably by the bedside.

“Hey, don’t talk about our floor like that.” Maximus pouted. “Besides, it’s more comfortable than you think. The coolness is perfect for the summer weather.”

“It’s officially winter in two weeks. And no, you’re not getting any extra blankets to touch our impeccable floor.” Vic pushed. “Ten seconds.”

“Vic, it’s eight in the morning. My defense is at nine. There’s no need to rush. Besides, the prof is just as tardy as I am anyways.” Maximus reasoned but Vic was having none of that.

“Five seconds, Max.” She announced tersely and raised a glass of water threateningly.

Maximus immediately shot up at the last second, reached for the glass and downed the whole drink. “There. Now where’s my morning kiss?” She smiled lopsidedly.

“That hardly bears merit for a reward.” Vic scoffed as she took the glass and set it aside on the bedside drawer.

Without warning, Maximus leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. “I’m taking it anyways.” She grinned toothily.

Vic’s already used to Maximus’ impulsive displays of affection but she never did learn how to tame her blushes. “You’re insufferable.” She muttered but not with a small smile.

“That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you.” Maximus replied with a chuckle that ended shortly when she growled lowly, “So where’s my morning makeout session?”

Vic blinked. Her eyes quickly flitted to the clock and then back to her girlfriend, debating. She bit her lower lip in thought as Maximus licked hers in anticipation. Until finally, Vic let out a sigh and leaned forward. “Fuck it. Ten minutes tops.”

Maximus just grinned in victory. “Negotiable, right?”

And sure, life was still boring as hell most of the time and Maximus could still never be bothered to make an effort. But it’s moments like these that make her consider otherwise. Maximus couldn’t care less about anything but Vic worries about everything. Life has been less boring with Vic around and Maximus will do everything within her power to keep this life. Whenever she thinks of Vic, she thinks that maybe she’d like to at least try. Effort has never been her thing but maybe that’s just because she didn’t have a reason worth it before— before Vic. It’s different now and maybe she’s changed as well even if only just by a bit.

Maximus puts in a little more effort nowadays and even more so when Vic rewards her.

update

sorry if the art is coming in slow or as of late not at all since my computer has broke. it had a good run ;0; but its time for a new laptop.
if youd like to donate in helping me create art again you can send me $$ via my paypal: wakabearsensei@gmail.com.
the catch though! is that i really want whoever donates to share with me their tumblr and they will get to request a drawing and ill do it!
if you cant donate thats perfectly okay and i love you all regardless :) kisses mwa 💋

Darling, Hold me, Hold me, Hold me, 
And never (never), 
Never (never), 
Never (never), 
Let me go

Have any of you guys read or watched Never Let Me Go? Cause I did and now I have this horrific and amazing idea for a jily war AU where rules of donation thing apply to muggleborns. I just can’t get it out of my head.

I am still on hiatus and wondering whether or not I am coming back, but I just checked my asks to see if there was anything really scary like someone considering suicide. Nothing too scary, but a young man asked me to please reblog his fundraiser, which you can view down below. I’d greatly appreciate if you reblogged that to help him out if it’s not possible to donate.

I love you all very much, many hugs and kisses from your Mama Ely. Please take care of yourselves.

When Draco is being Draco

Hermione: Uh, how may I help you, Malfoy? This is a kissing booth, not a donation booth.

Draco: *carries a sack of cash and gave it to Hermione* Here, take this. So no one will kiss you and I will kiss you instead. Each penny I gave you must be repaid by a kiss. *gives a light peck on Hermione and left her stunned.*

*Everyone was swooned and teasingly stared at Hermione and Hermione was blushing like a red tomato.*

Hermione: DRACO MALFOY!!!!!!!

Valentine’s Day Kiss

inspired by a @ramendobe post

Megamind/Roxanne, pre-movie au

K+ rating

AO3  |  FFN


“Seriously?” Roxanne says.

“It’s for charity!” her boss says, gesturing expansively, a grin edging onto his face.

“Uh, huh,” Roxanne says, unimpressed. “Roxanne Ritchi gives a kiss for charity. Very…cute.”

“Right! It’s a Valentine’s Day thing!”

“Right,” Roxanne says, “so on Valentine’s Day, I kiss whoever donates the most money to the annual Metro City Children’s Home charity drive, do I?”

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