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What Happens When You Give a (Half) Dragon Some Nip


Sakura Gives Corrin a Strange New Tea

Note: This is Female Corrin.

“Sakura, please explain… Whatever this is.”

The shy princess jumped at Ryoma’s voice. She gave him a smile as she turned to face him. Her arms were outstretched, attempting to hide her big sister from view. Ryoma was far from amused.

“Sakura, I can see over your head,” he sighed.

“Well, Big Brother, you see, uh,” the princess said. “I gave Big Sister some tea.”

“You gave Corrin some tea.”

“I s-swear that’s all I did!”

Corrin let out a giggle. It made both Hoshidan siblings jump in shock. It was slow and heavy, and when Corrin rolled over onto her stomach to look at them they could see her eyes were clouded. She giggled again and flailed her arms and legs about.

“What in the world?” Ryoma mumbled. Gently moving Sakura aside, the red clad prince marched up to his little sister. “Corrin, explain what you’re doing.”

“Heeeeey, Ryoooooomaaaaaaa,” the half dragon giggled. Corrin then frowned and glared at her big brother. “Ryooooomaaaa, such a hard name, I’m gonna call you Lobster Brother!”

“I am not a lobster!”

“Big Brother Lobster!” Corrin yelled. It was slightly slurred.

“What was in that tea?” Ryoma turned to his youngest sibling. When she shrugged and offered a grin, the prince sighed once again. “Why don’t we go ask the Nohr - Gah!!”

Corrin had leapt up onto Ryoma’s shoulders, clinging to him and nuzzling against his head. She giggled and clung tighter when he spun around to try knocking her down. Her legs swung back and forth, nearly hitting Sakura.

“Let’s go find Dandy Xandy, Lobster Brother!” Corrin said. “And let’s go find my baby brothers!”

“Sakura, grab the tea,” Ryoma said as he left the room, Corrin still giggling behind him.


“Oh gods.”

The crown prince of Nohr could not look at his Hoshian counterpart. Not with their little sister dangling from his throat and giggling like a madwoman. Leo had covered his mouth and was struggling to contain his laughter. Ryoma had given up on trying to pry the apparently intoxicated princess from his body. Sakura held out the cup of tea to the Nohrian brothers, silently urging them to take a sip or smell it and identify what she’d made from that plant.

“Laslow, go fetch my sisters,” Xander told his retainer.

“O-Odin, fetch the Hoshidan siblings as well,” Leo managed to snicker out.

As the retainers left Xander moved to pry his little sister from Ryoma’s shoulders. The red clad prince seemed grateful. Corrin’s cloudy eyes met Xander’s bright and lucid ones, and she grinned once again. Ryoma shuddered at the rather sinister giggle she let out.

“Dandy Xandy!” The princess screamed. Xander froze and barely managed to catch her as she let herself fall from her brother’s shoulder. “Dandy Xandy, I’ve missed my handsome brother!”

Leo snorted and doubled over. His once contained laughter spilled out in hard, rough bursts. Corrin stopped rubbing her cheek against Xander’s armor to stare at her baby brother. Her grin was gone, the giggling stopped, and her eyes became even more clouded. They were more pink than red at this point.

“Baby brother?” She asked. It was a coo, and she reached out towards him. Corrin wiggled and slipped from Xander’s rigid grasp. Slowly she made her way over to the still laughing prince. “Leo?”

Gently she touched a hand to his cheek. Her armorless fingers brushed against his soft skin and trailed over his lips. Leo sucked in a breath and watched his big sister slowly get closer to his face. He blushed, a brilliant red to contrast his usually pale flesh.

“Baby brother!” Corrin let out a loud, sharp cry. Her hand left the prince’s face and both arms wrapped around his head. Corrin let out another cry and pulled him close to her. Specifically, her chest.

Leo let out a muffled noise of shock as his face collided with his older sister’s breasts. She didn’t let go, instead choosing to sway back and forth while continuing to push his head deeper into the softness of her cleavage. Xander was still frozen, Ryoma had simply shaken his head, and Sakura looked away blushing as well.

“Baby brother!” Corrin cried once again. “My poor sweet emotionless brother, big sister is here for her sad brother!”

“Emotionless?!” Leo huffed into Corrin.

“My poor baby brother!” She said.

“I leave you alone with Corrin for not even a full day, and this is what comes of it!”

Corrin released Leo from her grasp, whom let out a sigh of relief. She stared at Camilla and Hinoka, confusion lacing her gaze. She barely even twitched until Takumi entered her eyesight. The princess let out a squeal of joy and rushed over to him. Within seconds the second Hoshidan prince had his face stuffed into his sister’s chest.

“My prickly baby brother!” Corrin giggled, attempting to cuddle him closer. “How I love to see you, my sweet angry brother!”

Takumi simply hummed. His neck had gone red, and he didn’t make much of an attempt to escape her clutches. Corrin continued cooing over and praising him for a good few more minutes while the rest of the royal siblings stared in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. When Corrin moved on towards Camilla and Hinoka, Takumi made a tiny noise of disappointment.

“Big sisters, my big and sweet sisters,” Corrin mumbled, inching closer to them.

“Aw, cole here sweetie!” Camilla said, holding her arms out. Corrin grinned and lunged at both of them.

“Big sister has big big boobs!” She cheered as she squeezed one of Camilla’s breasts. Thrusting a hand out to meet Hinoka’s chest, Corrin remarked, “But big sister’s boobs are small.”

“Corrin!” The older princesses yelled in shock as she continued squishing and squeezing their chests.

“Camilla’s boobs are super soft and nice,” Corrin giggled. “But Hinoka has nice perky boobs that fit so nicely in my hand!”

“What in heaven’s name is in that tea?” Ryoma said.

“Apparently this has happened before,” Elise’s voice said. The energetic princess hopped into the room and stood next to Sakura, a tiny smile on her face. “Silas made her some tea and she did some weird stuff like this.”

“What did he call the tea, Elise?” Xander asked, finally out of his stupor.

“Nip tea, I think because of how her reaction to it reminded him of cat nip,” she said.

“Peri, Laslow, fetch Silas!” Xander barked at his retainers. The two bounded out the room not a second into his order. Around what to have been twenty minutes later, the two pushed Silas into the room.

“Explain.” Ryoma growled at him, leveling Raijinto at the man.

Silas squeaked and looked over to Corrin. To everyone’s surprise, the cavalier growled in distaste and crossed his arms over his chest. A glare was leveled at the oldest princesses.

“Damn it Corrin!” He yelled at her. Without much care he stood and tore her away from her sisters. He spun her around and looked at her cloudy pink eyes. He sighed and growled again, saying, “You were supposed to save that for our honeymoon!”

“I feel so good!” She moaned. Without warning she began to rub her body against her husband’s drunkenly relishing in his quiet moans of enjoyment.

“Like I said, my beloved,” he chuckled, gently pushing her away a bit. “That tea was meant for our honeymoon, now I’ll have to go collect more.”

Corrin whined and tried pushing against him to rub on him once more. Silas only chuckled and held her at bay.

“Lady Sakura, were you the one that made my special tea?” He asked. “I only ask because Jakob and Felicia know not to brew that blend.”

“Y-Y-Yes,” she shyly admitted.

“No worries,” Silas said. “I just need to remedy my lovely wife now.”

“Silas are you going to tie me up now like you promised?” Corrin asked, half a beg and half a question.

“Come on then, my dear!” Silas loudly said, looping an arm around her shoulders and leading her from the room.

The royal siblings watched as Silas promised to tie their sister up, fill her past her brim, and make her see the heavens themselves.

It was Elise who summed up everything they had just witnessed. “Those two are some kinky weirdos.”


For the lovely @mc-and-elise who inspired me to write this very late last night!

some headcanons:
> 6'7 & broad shouldered
> soft tummy
> never quite grew into his height, clumsy as a result
> long eyelashes
> talks in his sleep, but only in latin
> chews on his lip when deep in thought
> takes exceptionally good care of his glasses
> has moderate ocd
> is terrifyingly good at detecting lies even though he himself can’t lie for shit
> has a dry sense of humor; barely cracks a smile when he finds something funny (but completely loses it over bad puns—doubled over, in tears, snort-laughing)


Damon x Reader

“This is nice.” You admitted to Stefan who chuckled.


“Yeah, the urm… teen crowd gets a little old pretty quick.” Stefan smiled and flicked at one of the lights that lit the bridge.


“I dunno, the Caroline girl… Pretty cute Stef.” You teased making him double over and snort.

“She’s far from my type.” He chuckled and glanced backwards to see Elena stood with Bonnie both looking away when they met his gaze.

“She likes you.” you mumble as you link arms with your best friend and lean your head on his shoulder.

The two of you continued to talk quietly, neither noticing the dark haired vampire watching the two of you huddled together in the seemingly picturesque way.

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Caffeine (pt 2)

Originally posted by jikain

Member: Exo Chen/Jongdae

Type: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut in Next Part

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

You screamed, slamming your hand against your living room wall before tossing your phone onto the couch and falling down onto it, wriggling into the pillows, letting them muffle your groans of frustration.

This week had been going pretty great considering the breakup. Usually your breakups were filled with movies and ice cream and some friends braiding your hair and telling you to get it together but not this time. Well, you still watched movies and ice cream and talked to friends but since your meeting with Jongdae, things hadn’t seemed so bad. Your ex did cheat on you, and even though it hurt, there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

It was all fine and good until about an hour earlier, when the messages started popping up one by one, along with the string of calls that you continuously rejected.

I’m sorry

Please just let me talk to you

Please pick up

I wasn’t thinking okay

You weren’t sure what to think, what to say, what to do…your mind spun as you stared at your phone in shock. He didn’t seriously think that you believed him, right? Did he think you were that stupid?

Things would’ve just easily blown over if he hadn’t started spamming you with all these messages and voicemails that you didn’t even bother to listen to. You moved onto your back, grabbing your phone and turning it off in frustration, not wanting to see your ex do this. You were doing fine. You were doing really well considering it had only been a week and he just had to go and ruin it. You felt your chest tighten as the pain returned, and you cursed loudly, wondering why you had to feel this awful when you didn’t even do anything wrong.

You suddenly heard the doorbell ring and you froze on your couch, your eyes widening as you looked around your messy apartment. It wasn’t exactly messy perse, just a bit unorganized. You hadn’t done the dishes from last night’s dinner yet, and they were still piled in the sink. There was a laundry basket full of clean laundry that you were just too lazy to fold. Everything else looked pretty okay in your opinion, so you stood, running your fingers through your hair as you shuffled to the door.

“Hey neighbor,” chirped Jongdae as he leaned against your doorframe, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grinned.

Jongdae was probably the best thing that could’ve happened to you after your ex cheated. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d visit you at work, because that past week he’d walked in almost every single day to get coffee and chat with you. You’d see him in the mornings sometimes before he left for work, and he’d give you a cheeky grin, saying something cute like “Bye neighbor!” and giving you a little wave.

You smiled at him as he stood in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes travelled down your body. Your eyes shifted down too, and you cursed as you realized that you may have been a bit too underdressed with your oversized t-shirt and slightly too short shorts. You didn’t have work today, so dressing well wasn’t exactly a high priority on your list.

“I promise there are shorts underneath this,” you insisted, and you were rewarded with his musical laughter.

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth still twist upward as he replied, “No, no, I just thought you may be cold is all. Um anyway, I came over here because I wanted to ask if everything was okay.”

You lifted your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. “I think so? Why?”

“I heard screaming and banging noises so I figured that something was either very, very wrong or you were just having really fantastic sex.”

You snorted, doubling over as you laughed at how casual his words sounded. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you lifted your head to meed Jongdae’s worried eyes as you continued to shake with laughter. Seeing your face, his expression changed, his worried look changing into a smile.

“Sorry…I…no, no sex…” you confirmed in between little bursts of giggles, wondering why you were still laughing, knowing you probably must’ve looked pretty stupid at this point.

He grinned, his hand squeezing your shoulder lightly as you shivered, feeling him lean a bit closer to you. “Was it really that funny?” he asked, his brows lifting and his tongue peeking out to lick his lips quickly. You shrugged awkwardly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he watched you. “Wait no,” he began, his thumb rubbing your shoulder where he was still holding you. “Don’t feel shy, I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve just never seen you laugh like that before, it was nice, I’m sorry.”

Now you felt really embarrassed, and you looked down at your feet, nodding as you felt him release his grip on your shoulder. He cleared his throat before he continued, “Um well anyway, what was that sound from earlier? Are you sure everything is alright?”

You smile faltered and you heart sank as you remembered the building messages from your ex. Jongdae noticed the change, bending down slightly to get a better look at your face.

“Um…” you began, feeling him near you slightly. “Well my ex started texting me and calling me…like a lot…and I’m just a little frustrated.” You looked up to see his eyes widen, flickering between anger and disgust.

“What did you say?” he asked, his pitch slightly lower than before. “I mean, how did you respond?”

“I didn’t.”

His lips formed an ‘o’ shape as he slowly let out a breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “May I…see?” he asked carefully, realizing that you hadn’t known each other long and not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

You nodded, stepping away from the door and gesturing for him to enter before closing it, heading back to your couch where your phone was. You plopped down, turning it on again as he sat next to you, leaning in to look at your phone.

“What kind of a password is that?” he muttered sassily as you unlocked your phone and you turned, glaring at him before smacking his chest lightly. He held his hands up in surrender, laughing as he apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t look at anything…”

“Don’t make fun of my password…” you grumbled, making him laugh again as you looked back at you phone, gasping as you say how many messages had built up over the few minutes you’d tuned off your phone. Jongdae, noticed as well, grabbing the phone out of your hand and beginning to scroll through the fifty or so unread messages.

Jongdae clicked his tongue, his brows furrowing as he looked back at you. “Yah, this guy’s crazy. Twenty missed calls? What the fuck-” he was cut off by your ringtone as you ex called again, and before you could protest, Jongdae answered, putting the phone to his ear before you could grab it.

“Hello?” you heard the muffled voice of your ex on the other side, and you tried to grab the phone from Jongdae but he grabbed your wrists with his free hand pinning them together as he held the phone to his ear.

“Yah,” began Jongdae loudly, making you jump slightly. “Why do you keep calling her, huh? No- No, you shut up, why does it matter who the fuck I am? Your messages are so creepy dude, like fucking chill okay. She doesn’t want to-” Jongdae groaned loudly, turning to look at you, his hand tightening slightly at your wrists. “I’m sorry that you had to deal with this excuse of a human being, you did not deserve this man as your boyfriend,” he said to you apologetically before turning back to the call.

“Jongdae, I-” you were cut off by him yelling at your ex again.

“Oh, so you think that you’re better than me? You don’t even know me dude, why are you even-” he scoffed, clicking his tongue again. “Yah, you can’t seriously think she actually wants you back, right? Like please at least tell me you’re not that stupid…Oh my god, you’re a fucking idiot, aren’t you? My IQ is dropping just because I’m talking to you. You know what- no, no you listen to me, okay stop calling her, because I swear if I even see one tiny little message you will fucking regret it…God, do you kiss your mother with that mouth, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ugh,” he scoffed, pulling the phone off his ear and ending the call.

You stared wide-eyed at your neighbor as his thumb tapped away at your phone, his other hand still on your wrists. You tugged slightly and he looked over, his mouth opening as he released you quickly, apologizing.

“It’s…um it’s fine,” you mumbled, rubbing at your wrists. He stared at the slightly red marks he’d left, dropping your phone to gently grab your hands.

His tongue peeked out to lick his lips, and he whimpered softly. “Was I really holding you that tight? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Do you need ice or something?” You watched in disbelief as he rubbed the red spots soothingly, his brows crinkling.

“You,” you began, making him look back up at you with his brows crinkled. “What…wait why are you…what the hell just happened?” you muttered, blinking several times as you replayed the past few minutes in your head.

His laughter filled your living room as he released your wrists, grabbing your phone and tapping away at it again. “I hope you didn’t mind,” he chuckled, watching your expression. “Oh, also I’m blocking his number on your phone. You know how to do that right? If he ever bothers you with another number just block him again.”

You nodded, your eyes flickering to his face. His hair was ruffled and messy, and you figured he didn’t have work today because he was still home. His t-shirt and sweatpants made that even more obvious, but before you could keep studying your neighbor, his eyes caught you staring.

He laughed, “Do you think I’m being weird? Sorry, I just don’t like people who cheat. Well, honestly I don’t get the point. If you don’t want me, then tell me you don’t want me. Don’t just start seeing someone else behind my back.”

His words turned bitter quickly, and you bit your lips as you softly asked him, “You’ve been cheated on too?”

He looked at you again, the corners of his mouth twisting upward as he shrugged. “Maybe,” he teased, handing you your phone. You took it, sticking your tongue out at him and making him laugh again, his arms stretching to rest behind his head.

“Thank you,” you added, bowing your head slightly towards your neighbor. You felt his hand touch your head, and he ruffled your hair, chuckling slightly.

“Anytime, neighbor,” he mused before standing, stretching again. Your eyes met the strip of exposed skin at his waist as his shirt rode up when he stretched and you swallowed, knowing it was way, way too early to be having any of these thoughts. He turned back towards you, crossing his arms and letting his shirt fall as he looked around the apartment. “So, should I help you clean?”

“What?” You looked around, your eyes landing on the dishes and the laundry. Everything else seemed fine, and you looked back at Jongdae with your brows raised in question. “Um…is this really messy?”

His eyes widened and he shook his head, his hand shaking with it. “No, no I mean…I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, my old roommate was kind of a neat freak, and he kind of rubbed off on me I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes landing on the dishes piled in the sink. “Want help with the dishes? I can help you, really-”

“No, no,” you interrupted, standing and walking towards the kitchen. “I can do them myself, it’s alright, you don’t have to-”

“But I want to,” he whined, his bottom lip puffing out. “Ok, what about this. You scrub, I rinse. You’ll basically be the one doing the dishes, I’ll just rinse them and put them on the rack. Please, please, please I want to be helpful.” He stomped his feet like a child, pouting as you watched.

You rolled your eyes, giving into him as you stood in front of the sink, scrubbing and then handing him the soapy dishes for him to rinse off. He smiled, humming an unrecognizable tune as he ‘helped’ you with the dishes.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath as one of your plates slipped out of his had and clanged into the sink. It wasn’t broken but he still gave you a sheepish look, apologizing before picking it up and setting it on the rack.

You scoffed, squeezing more soap onto your sponge as you teased, “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

He burst into laughter, realizing what you were referring to. “Yah,” he chuckled. “I don’t say stuff like that in front of my mom, okay? Come on, do I really seem like that kind of person?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you shrugged, handing him a soapy cup. “I mean, I barely know you, and here you are in my apartment, doing dishes.” The strange reality of the moment hit you, and you were greeted with a wave of uneasiness. He seemed to notice as he set the cup on the rack before turning to you.

“Hey,” he murmured, and you turned up to the sound of his voice. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, feel free to kick me out. Sorry, I just…I mean I didn’t notice that this might be weird for you. You’re right, you barely know me, I should-”

“No, it’s fine!” you reassured, waving your soapy hands at him. “You’ve helped me a lot, and you live next to me. I mean, I’ll get to know you. I’m not uncomfortable.”

He smiled, “But seriously, I’m really glad you’re my neighbor. I was hoping I’d live next to someone I could talk to, you know? I’m really talkative sometimes so it’s nice living around others who are willing to talk to me.”

You hummed in agreement, handing him the last soapy bowl. “So, what would you like to talk about?” you asked, and he chuckled, rinsing off the bowl and setting it on the tray as you dried off your hands.

“Well,” he began, tilting his head in thought. “You seem to be in a good mood. Are you feeling better now?”

You nodded, handing him the towel for him to dry his hands. “Yeah, thank you. You know it’s funny, doing dishes actually helps me cope with things a lot. Or just chores in general, because I get so occupied that I forget that I was upset. It helps me clear my head…is that weird?”

“Not really,” Jongdae shook his head. “I mean, everyone has their little ways of getting over things. Like my old roommate? He’d always clean. The place would be extra spotless whenever he was upset about something.”

“Ahh, I see,” you nodded, shifting your weight as you felt the atmosphere turn awkward. “So what do you do when you’re upset?”

His eyebrows lifted and he licked his lips, his eyes teasing as he replied, “I’m not sure you want to know.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

His eyes darted around, not meeting yours has he rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean…it’s not bad…I just think you’d feel uncomfortable.”

“Just tell me, now I wanna know,” you whined. “What’s your secret? How do you get over breakups?” You raised your brows suggestively, and he wrinkled his nose leaning down slightly towards you. He turned his head to the side, flashing a grin and making your stomach flip as he answered.


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(one word prompt thingy)

“I can’t believe I’ve never seen it like this,” Kurt murmurs, reaching across the back seat of the car to slip his fingertips into the curls around Blaine’s ear. Rachel and Finn, still buzzing over their prom court wins, are chattering away in front now that Rachel’s shock has worn off and she’s got her usual command of her tongue back. “A whole year together, best friends for longer, and I’ve never seen it. How did that happen?”

Blaine shrugs sheepishly, hiding an embarrassed grimace in the corner of his mouth as he says, “I’m good at hiding it. I should have copied you; a top hat was so smart to beat the gel ban.” 

Kurt looks down at said top hat, resting in his lap since the car roof is too low for him to wear it. He runs a hand through his thick, mostly straight hair, which currently sits on top of his head in a tousled mess, a few locks falling over his forehead. “I could have gone without it,” he says, “if I really wanted to commit to this laid-back, rockstar aesthetic. Sometimes I can’t help adding a touch of dandy.” 

“You’d still look good without it, though. You didn’t need a hat.” Blaine keeps patting his hair every few seconds like he doesn’t know he’s doing it.

“Neither do you, Blaine, you look amazing. You always look amazing.” Kurt unbuckles his seatbelt to move closer, slipping into the middle area of the seat and putting the top hat next to him. 

“Kurt, seatbelt!” Finn yells, his crown slipping a little on his head as he looks into the rearview mirror. The seatbelt icon on the driver console started blinking and beeping as soon as Kurt moved seats. “They never let me drive the car, please, just be cool–”

“Relax, Finn, Jesus… I’m buckled in again, okay? Watch the road.” 


Kurt shakes his head, more amused than annoyed, then turns back to his boyfriend. He scoots in as closely as possible, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s arm and resting his chin on Blaine’s shoulder to gaze adoringly at him. “I love your hair like this. What don’t you like about it?” 

Blaine fidgets a bit in his seat, patting his hair again. “It’s so… big.”

“My hair is also big.” Kurt ruffles it, and as short, thick hair tends to do, most of the strands remain in an upward direction. 

“It’s frizzy.” 

“We live in a Great Lakes state, Blaine. Humidity happens. But you could have learned to control the frizz by now if you’d just let it be.”

“It’s too curly.”

“White people told you that.” 

Blaine snorts and doubles over laughing, as far as his seatbelt will allow. “Oh my god…”

Kurt giggles, reclaiming his spot against Blaine’s shoulder once he settles back again. “When Mercedes and I started hanging out, and I said something… without perspective, we’ll call it… that’s what she’d say. Bright pink lipstick isn’t flattering on her? Coach Sue’s body restrictions for the Cheerios are reasonable? The color ‘nude’ is a shade of peachy beige? ‘Kurt, baby, white people told you that.’”

“We don’t hang out with her enough anymore.” 

“We really don’t. Anyway, those beauty ideals are bullshit, Blaine. You can have your curls and still be the most attractive guy I know. You are. AND,” Kurt says, wagging a finger in Blaine’s face as he opens his mouth to speak, “before you even go there, because I know you want to… That includes Cooper. Cooper’s hair doesn’t matter.”

Blaine searches Kurt’s eyes, his expression still a little hesitant. “Really?”

Kurt kisses Blaine’s temple and digs his hand deeper into Blaine’s curls. “It’s your body, so do what you want with it. But just know that I’m attracted to you no matter what, and I’d love to see you like this more often, if you’re okay with letting me.” He scoots in closer, putting his lips to Blaine’s ear, and whispers, “Maybe the next time we get a night alone, hmm?” 

The feeling of Kurt’s fingers massaging his scalp and Kurt’s warm lips and breath on his ear sends a shiver down Blaine’s spine. When he finally looks over at him, he can’t deny it; Kurt looks like he wants to jump into his lap right then and there in the back of the car. 

Blaine turns and puts his own hand into Kurt’s hair – a special treat for him, too, since Kurt is usually so fond of the world’s stiffest hairspray – and watches the way his eyes slide shut like a purring cat’s. “Okay, Kurt. I think we can work something out.”

anonymous asked:

*busts threw the door* Pansexual! Jason and Bisexual! Leo ( valgrace) *moon walks away*

Hey friend! Your dance skills are incredible but we just got this door so try not to scratch it 😉

- Jason being pansexual was nothing new. He wanted to be open with everyone and came out as soon as he found out. He’s dated many people but never found anyone he was crazy about

- Leo never officially Came Out™ but everyone knew he wasn’t straight. He would flirt up a storm with any girl or boy campers that caught his fancy but never found anyone he was interested enough in to date until Jason

- The chemistry between Jason and Leo was obvious to everyone. Every time they talked, sparks flew (literally. Leo would have little sparks fly out of his hands whenever they were together)

- Leo makes the first move. Naturally he uses a stupid pick up line like “you’re so hot that just looking at you makes me sweat”. Jason stammers and blushes as Leo laughs and asks him on a date

- Their personalities are opposite but that’s why they work so well together. Jason helps keep Leo grounded, sets out plans for his projects, makes sure he’s doing mundane things like eating properly. Leo makes sure Jason remembers that he’s young and should be having fun while he can (because who knows when their last day will be)

- Jason playing “Burning Up” by the Jonas Brothers around Leo and cackling as Leo chases him to turn it off, because PLEASE Jason, HAVE MERCY

- Leo takes Jason out on fun dates, like laser tag and fairs and bungee jumping

- Jason loves Leo’s hair. Leo loves Jason’s glasses (and muscles)

- Imagine them watching Frozen and getting super into it. Imagine that Jason has already seen it and is giddily watching Leo face when Hans refuses to kiss Anna. Imagine Leo yelling at him because HOW DARE YOU JASON I TRUSTED YOU and Jason thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever, laughing so hard he doubles over snorting while Leo glares

- Jason being the butt end of Leo’s pranks. Most of which involve Leo stealing all of his shirts or pants, forcing Jason to leave his cabin red faced to retrieve them

- Jason recruiting Lou Ellen for a spell to temporarily turn Leo’s hair bright pink. He knows it worked when he can hear Leo screaming his name from across camp

- On a more serious note, when wars break out they refuse to leave each other’s side no matter what. They refuse to lose another family member. They plan strategies and direct people but aren’t afraid to fight so long as they’re next to each other

- Speaking of fighting: can you imagine them fighting side by side because holy shit. Fire requires oxygen, so imagine Leo catching wind on fire as Jason funnels it to enemies, making fire tornados that ravage everything in their path, being able to incinerate armies alive and burn down entire towns. Them being surrounded in a storm of fire, flames coming from Leo’s fingertips as smoke curls off his body and Jason turning it into a massive whirlwind that terrifies everyone. Imagine Jason calling down lightning and Leo making the explosion absolutely explosive

They’re so great together. Thanks for the ask, love!

Mod Isabel

I actually have this weird headcanon that whenever Luna laughs, she snorts? It’s so horrible, specially if someone makes her laugh to the point she’s doubling over she snorts and it’s really loud. She just wants to curl up and hide after, but instead she keeps doing it more to the point she sounds like a damn wheezing seal that she gives up all together. So, Luna has a very embarrassing laugh that she will throw you a look of daggers over if you even talk about it.

A Chance at the Hidden Power. Pt.8

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Warning: Swearing and mentions of sex

Summary: Calum in Y/N body goes on a date and Calum teaches Y/N bass.


I sighed for what was probably the 50th time today, looking at Calum across the room stuffing crisps in his mouth then picking the crumbs out from between his boobs and eating them. He was slouching on the sofa with one leg spread open over the arm rest and the other one stretched out in front of him. He had Michaels shirt on but he had tucked it under his bra because he was ‘getting hotter than hell’ in it, but he didn’t want to go through the effort of taking it off. Basically the way he was sat made me look ridiculously fat and I was starting to grow anxious of what the boys might think if suddenly they came into the room. When Calum stopped eating the Jumbo Bag of Cheetos, he wiped his hands all over the shorts I had just bought then started to squish his belly together then let it go, making it. That was breaking point.

“Calum!” I whined,  hurrying over to him and yanking the shirt out of his bra and pulling it down, making sure it covered his belly. He looked at me as if I was crazy and tried to pull the shirt back up but I kept it pinned to his hips and laid on top of him so he couldn’t move.

“What the fuck are you taking,” Calum mumbled before watching the TV and running his hands through my hair, wrapping his fingers around my short curls. I relaxed on top of him, moving my hands so I could rest my head on them but even that was uncomfortable so I threw my arms over the sofa arm and rested my head on Calums thigh.

It had been a couple of days since Amy’s phone call and the only words she said that played over and over again in my mind were that Calum and I would have to get along. I’m not complaining about that as so far we truly have been getting along but what if suddenly it was too end?

What if i’m always going to be Calum? Always stuck in the body of a famous rock star, but not being able to play the fucking instrument he’s connected with.

I wouldn’t dare giving up his dream. I’d have to learn the ropes of his job and so would he with mine. I kissed then bit Calum’s thigh before standing up abruptly, getting a harsh slap on the back of my thigh from Calum.

“That was rude.” Calum mumbled, rubbing his thigh then looking up at me with a frown and a pout. I nearly cried at the sight but I smiled at him cheekily and winked before grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet.

“If we’re going to be trapped in each others body we have to learn each others ways,” I said walking up the stairs pulling Calum with me by his hand, he nearly tripped up but grabbed onto my hip to steady himself. I walked into his room and grabbed his bass sitting down on the bed with it in the correct way (see! I’m not that dumb!). Calum raised his eyebrow at me and crossed his arms under his boobs, popping his hip out to the side but I just kept looking at him as if what I was doing was the right thing to do. Which it bloody well was.

“For god sake. How hard can photography be?” Calum said with a roll of his eyes and biting his lip in frustration.

“Well since it took me a whole 3 years to get a diploma, pretty fucking hard-”

“What? Harder than your dick every morning you wake up next to me?” Calum cut me off before doubling over with laughter, snorts coming from him which made me look and sound attractive. Not.

“Let me fucking finish you twat.” I kicked out at him making him yelp out, “First teach me how to play.” Calum’s face lit up at what I said and stopped is temper tantrum before it could get any worse. He sat in front of me on his knees and plucked a few strings, turning the bobby bits probably tuning it. Ever since the boys formed the band I was always fascinated when they, well Michael Luke and Calum, tuned their instruments.

Luke would always do it hunched over in the corner or on the edge of his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together in concentration, groaning and swearing loudly when he tuned it incorrectly. Michael would always sit next to me whilst doing it, making silly jokes about being surprised his fingers even reached the strings but finishing tuning it within a matter of minutes. But Calum would always sit in silence, only the smallest chuckle coming from him whenever someone said something funny. His tongue would peak out the side of his mouth, the deep pink contrasting beautifully with his dark caramel skin.

“Ok so lets get started,” he said plucking a string and looking up at me with a small smile and bright eyes. I nodded and smiled back at him, waiting for him to continue.

“This is the G chord” He let it ring and moved down to the next chord “This is D, A and E. And these are the chords I write most of the songs off.”

“Ok and what do they mean?” I asked him, watching as he retracted his hands away from the bass. He looked at me, questioning where this conversation would go to.

“Well they’re the chords Y/N.”

“And?” I really wasn’t sure what he wanted me to understand but for starts, it wasn’t going well.

“They make different sounds..” Calum said stupidly, giving me a dumbfounded look.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that. I’ve never touched a bass guitar in my life. I haven’t even touched Michaels guitar for crying out loud!” I was getting frustrated and Calum could tell, his eyes wide and his hands up in fake surrender.

“Fine sorry! Let me explain.” He mumbled before gesturing at the bass, “These are the tuning pegs, this is the head, neck body and the bridge. This is nut, fret and finger board. And these switches here are the controls, this one controls volume, this one controls bass tone, this one the treble tone and this one is the balancer. Got it?”

“Kind of.” I shrugged, taping my feet on the ground.

“Ok which song would you like to learn first?” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face and pulling at his hair slightly.

“Beside you, it’s my favourite.” I spoke grinning at Calum. He looked up at me and smiled, crinkles forming by his eyes.

“You mean that?” He whispered, putting his hands down on my thighs.

“Yeah. It’s one of the best songs you’ve ever wrote.” I said confidently. Calum chuckled before moving my fingers along the fret board.

“It starts of like this, pluck D A D G B E..”

“You know what I can’t fucking do this! Bass is too hard. I can’t feeling my fingers, my head hurts and I think I have a boner.” I panted after two hours of Calum teaching me the chords. Usually I was good at learning quickly, but every time we went from the chorus onwards I kept fucking up.

“Why and how the fuck do you have a boner? Plus, you’re actually doing really well.” Calum beamed up at me a look of confusion still in his eyes when he saw the boner.

“Ok but for today I think I’ve learnt enough and I don’t know.” I shrugged. We stared at it for a little longer before Calum spoke up.

“No, one more time! We’ll just ignore your little problem and sing the song, yeah?”

“NO! God no” I gasped, glaring at Calum.

“What can you not sing? You’re a world rock star.” Calum raised his eyebrows at me, a smirk on his face.

“1. You’re not a 'world’ rockstar 2. No I can’t sing.” I rolled my eyes, pushing Calums face away.

“But you’re in my body and you have my voice so you can,” Calum laughed, slapping my hand away from his face. “You can sing the last bit of it if you want too.”

“O-ok” I said exhaling deeply

“When we both fall asleep underneath the sam-” I stated to sing, but Calum’s laughter cut me off.

“Y/N, you got to play the bass as-well” he laughed “You got to sing and play, aren’t girls supposed to be good at multi-tasking?”

“Yeah but this is hard” I whined, lolling my head back for a minute before looking back at him.

“Start again” He said leaning back and watching me intently.

“When we both fall asleep underneath the same sky, to the beat of our hearts at the same time. So close but so far away.” I stopped playing bass quickly moving my fingers to the next chord and gave Calum a appoagetic look but carried on.

“Can you hear me?” Calum sang awfully and when I looked over at him, he was smiling up at me looking memorised. I laughed softly before singing again.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you.
She lies awake, I’m trying to find the words to say. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you.”
I locked eyes with Calum who was lip syncing with me, his eyes closed and hands clasped together, pressed to his chest.

“She lies awake.. beside you..I wish I was, I wish I was…
She sleeps alone; my heart wants to come home, I wish I was, I wish I was…”
I finished strumming up and down the bass and smiling in victory at Calum

“Well done,” he clapped. I stood up leaning Calum’s bass against the wall and flopping back down onto the bed. “Even though you skipped a lot of the end but oh well, you still did it!”

“My fingers hurt now,” I whined, ignoring the part about missing some of the song.

“Aww bub,” Calum giggled throwing himself on me and laying on my chest. “They will hurt but I use this cream that makes them more calloused and also the way your fingers move you get used to it, it makes you good at fingering too. That’s why girls love me so much.” He winked at me, drawing patterns on my chest.

I scoffed at him playfully before grabbing his hips and pulling the lower half of his body over my hips, his legs on either side. He smiled at me sweetly, kissing me on the forehead quickly before grabbing a hold of my camera, which was on the bedside table and turned it on.

“So whats your inspiration?” he asked, pointing the camera down at me. I heard of the shutter and saw Calum smile at the screen. Calum rolled off my body to the space next to me, his back against the headboard, sitting on the pillows. I moved over and laid my head in his lap so I could see what he was doing with my camera.

“I find something beautiful and I take a picture of it.” Calum rolled his eyes and gagged, clicking onto the photo gallery scrolling through the photographs.

“Theres a lot of Michael. So you truly do find him beautiful, ay.” Calum asked, his voice a little bit more deflated then before.

“Michael is a beautiful human, not going to lie. Probably one of the most beautiful things ever to grace this planet. But most of the time you ignore me on stage and Luke interacts with the fans and its hard to capture ones of Ashton.” I tried to shrug but I ended up jabbing myself in the face.

“You don’t have any of me.” he said sadly scrolling through the Japan concert photo’s, clearing not listening to what I just said. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

“I tend not to go near you or I delete them after I’ve posted them, in fear you might embarrass me on stage.” I mumbled into his leg but he could still hear me.

“What about this one?” he says showing me the camera, it was the picture of him smiling at the ground, looking absolutely hypnotising as the sun radiated off of him, his curls unruly and sunglasses halfway down his nose.

“I’ve never seen this one., Y/N..” He said almost questioning me. He looked at me for a sign of disgust but all I did was look right back at him. He narrowed his eyes at me before looking back at the photo and smiling.

“I didn’t realise I took it until we got back, but I kept it because you looked.. uh.. You looked something, I just don’t know what.” I lied quickly, not wanting to make his ego any bigger than it was.

“Thanks I guess?” He chuckled, running his hands quickly through my hair, “You’re pretty fucking amazing at photography.”

“Did THE Calum Hood just compliment me!?” I sat bolt up, playfully staring at him in a shocked state. He smiled before it turned into a scowl, quickly looking at the camera and turning it off.

“Yeah well- don’t get fucking used to it.” I sat shocked as his behaviour completely changed, his demeanour becoming hostile and nasty. He jumped away from me and sat at the end of the bed, placing the camera down rather sharply.

“Remember Calum, you have the date tonight which I’m pretty excited for please don’t ruin it.” I spat, “Like you do with most things.” I grabbed my phone and walked out of the room, slamming the door as loud as I possibly could.

*Calum’s POV*

I grabbed a hold the 'ELF - liquid eyeliner’ screwing off the lid and grabbing a hold of the thin brush, wiping off any excess liquid. I had managed to do the foundation and contour baking it just like Y/N had showed me a few hours ago.  Y/N wasn’t here as the boys grabbed a hold of her for a boys night and I was left by myself no matter how hard Y/N protests. She had told me the basics and I remembered how she did her make-up from the party a few days ago. Well apart from eyeliner.

Why do I have to go on a date? Its so gay. I’ve got to sit through a guy, who is probably gonna show his fuckboy side, talking about 'how beautiful I look’ and all those other cheesy pick-up lines. I don’t even know what Y/N saw in this Mason guy. Sure he was tall, had a perfect quiff and bright blue eyes. Almost like a dark haired version of Luke but more punk with tattoos and a nose ring.

I dipped the brush into the black eyeliner practising on my hand the flick. I closed my eye drawing a wing and colouring it in. It looked alright I guessed. I closed the other eye doing exactly the same, apart from a small cock-up. I put down the eyeliner and gave a deep breath looking at myself in the mirror.

I was sat in a red lace pair of underwear and a matching bra which pushed Y/N’s boobs up a lot, making them mouth wateringly delicious. I grabbed the mascara applying it to my lashes and trying not to poke myself in the eye with the brush. I screwed the brush back into the rest of the pot and put it in the make-up bag. I stood up fluttering my eyelashes at the mirror and smiling.

Oh damn! I made Y/N look good. I turned around smacking my own ass giggling as I watched it bounce, then giggling more when I could feel it jiggle as I walked to the other side of the wardrobe.

Y/N had such an amazing body and had an even more amazing ass but I just don’t know why she gets self conscious. However, I swear when I’m back in my own body I’m going to fuck her doggy style and watch her perfect ass bounce off my cock. I miss my cock. I looked down putting my hand down my pants and stroking over my newly shaven vagina. I haven’t yet masturbated, I’ve always wondered what it would be like. Maybe Ill do it when I get back from this stupid fucking date. But it would be even better if I watched Y/N do it to herself when she’s back in this temple she has as a body.

I pulled out Y/N’s little black dress and threw it over. At the front it had some sort of lacy material which went as far down as the middle of my breasts. I untucked my straightened hair from the dress flicking it over my shoulders. I heard a knock on the door and looked at the time, it was 7pm and he was here. Great time to put on Y/N’s heels, which hurt my feet so much. I put them on grabbing my bag and Y/N’s white cardigan.

I opened the door and Mason was stood there in a black shirt and blazer with very tight skinny jeans. The shirt was rolled up over his elbows showing off his tattoo’s. He had a black nose ring in and his hair was in a quiff, curls escaping around his neck though. I must admit, if I were born a girl I’d let Mason fuck me but there was something about him I didn’t like.

“Hey,” I said smiling as best as I could at him even though right now he was making me want to crawl back in my bed and call Y/N to come home.

“Wow, you’re-you breath taking..” He stuttered, his eyes straight straight at my chest.

“Jesus fuck,” I sighed rolling my eyes, letting the fake smile I had on fall.

“What? Please tell me you know how good you look right now.” Mason said, moving out my way as I closed and locked the front door.

“I always look good.” I smirked running my hands over Y/N’s incredible body, staring straight at Mason as I licked my lips.

“C'mon then, lets g-go..” Mason stuttered, following me like a lost puppy to his own car.

We had gotten to the fancy restaurant and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’d never taken anyone on a date, usually it would just be a one night stand. Also I’m not even classing this as a date, Im classing this as getting information, seeing if Mason was a fuckboy and free food. The overly uptight waitress took us to our table and we sat down and she handed us the menus.

“So tell me about yourself.” Mason said placing his menu down and smiling at me, taking a sip from the fresh water that was already on the table.

“I’m a world famous bassist and I’ve been on a lot of magazine covers along with touring with one direction” I said bashfully, Mason snorted wiping his eyes.

“Y/N you are funny, but really what do you do?” Fuck.

“Oh-h” I coughed “I love taking photos. Well i’m touring with my brothers band doing their photography and putting them online.” I smoothly recovered. “I’m also basically in charge of two out of four of them as well.”

“Oh, how cute.” He said, not sounding bothered. “What do you take pictures of?” I looked at him dumbfounded but he was staring at my tits, which is why he didn’t listen. I thought of all the things to say before I remembered what Y/N said earlier today.

“I take photos of beautiful things; things that inspire me.” I spoke, drinking some of my water.

“Oh sweet, so you take a lot of selfies.” He flirted with a wink, so I gave him a sarcastic laugh at how cheesy he was being and looked back down at the menu. The rest of the night went on like this and I was getting so freaked out about it I couldn’t finish my food. However to be polite I still went home with him, much to my gut feeling of something being of I did it for Y/N.

Once we’d gotten back to Mason’s house, I didn’t really think that much of it. It’s the first date and if he really was portraying himself as a gentleman then its not like he’s going to come onto me that fast. I put Y/N purse down on the counter top and looked around. It was a nice small flat and had a large TV with X-box in the middle.

“Do you have Fifa?” I asked

“Yeah, but you’re a girl.” Mason scoffed.

“Don’t underestimate me.” I smiled. Mason laughed walking over to the xbox and turning it on. He handed me a controller setting up the teams and the players. I sat down onto his lime green sofa, still wearing these heels but I’ve gotten used to them. I leant back as Mason joined me on the sofa.

“Ready to get your ass beat?”

“By you? Not a chance” He giggled. I just smiled, since I was in Y/N’s body I hadn’t had the chance to actually play fifa and when I play against the boys its to easy.

“Game on babe.”

We had managed to get through 2 whole games and I had won both of them laughing at Mason because for a dude he’s really shit at Fifa. I stood up going over to the kitchen and grabbing a beer doing my magic trick with the bottles. I heard a gasp come from behind me and Mason was smirking. ,

“I know this is super inappropriate from the first date, but fuck you’re so fucking sexy. Wearing this dress and you’re beautiful body and beating me at Fifa, like fuck Y/N.” Mason groaned walking up to me. He got super close pushing me up against the counter, running his hand over my legs and under the dress rubbing circles. I tried pushing him away but he gripped onto tighter and it was starting to scare me.

“I know you’re attracted to me Y/N.” he moaned pushing his crotch into me. WHOA NO. I used all my strength to push him off me before grabbing my purse and running out of his house making sure to slam the door. I ran as far as I could in these heels, stopping in a park. I sighed deeply before running my hands through my hair. Where the fuck was I? This was the worst part of touring, I had no idea where to go. The only thing I knew what to do was call Y/N.

*Y/N’s POV*

I laughed at something Michael said as we sat at the bowling ally. Luke grabbed a hold of the green bowling ball slotting his fingers into the hole and walking towards the lane. I looked at the time it was coming 11pm and that means the date with Mason for sure was over by now. I’m just hoping things went smoothly. Knowing Calum he probably sassed him too much and went home to sleep and eat.

When it was my turn I stood up and went to grab a ball but stopped as my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Caller ID Calum. I excused myself from the boys, saying that one of them could take my go and walked over to the bar. I picked up the phone pushing it straight to my ear.

“How’d it go? Is Mason a good guy? Isn’t he just so dreamy..what did you talk about? Did you make me look good?” I asked quickly, anxious to find out.

“Y/N,” I heard a whimper then a sob, I immediately tensed up, my fists clenching.

“Calum, are you ok?” I asked sternly.

“Please come get me.. I don’t know where I am and I’m actually really scared. Mason came on to me and I didn’t know what to do. I t-tried pushing him away but h-” He burst out crying, not being able to finish his sentence.

“Calum where are you?” I spoke softly in to the phone.

“I have no idea, I’m near a park and a restaurant called Bills burgers.” He hiccupped.

“I know where you are, we’re literally 5 minutes away, I’ll come get you Cal stay put,” I hung up the phone and started walking back over to the boys. Ashton was sipping on his coke and Luke was re-tying his bowling shoes.

“Whats up, everything ok?” Ashton asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Yeah, Y/N needs picking up I don’t think the date went well…” I scratched the back of my neck.

“And she called you?” Michael asked looking at me suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, so I’m going to go pick her up.” I shrugged, sitting down and taking off my bowling shoes and replacing them with my trainers.

“Wait she called you” Luke looked dumbfounded, looking at me as if i were crazy. I nodded and looked at them all with a 'jesus calm down guys’ type of look.

“I’m coming with you then.” Michael said sitting down and going to take off his shoes.

“No Michael, I’ll go by myself.” I said sternly, looking down at him.

“What so you can try kill her again?” He snarled, jumping to his feet and getting in my face.

“Michael..” I whispered “I’m so fucking sorry for doing that you know I am, but Y/N and I have gotten closer and I just want to go get her by myself, to make sure she’s okay. Please trust me as all I’m going to do is pick her up and take her home.” Ashton nodded at Michael, who then sat back down into the chair glaring at me. I never knew how much Michael actually wanted to protect me. He was such an amazing human and I miss him so much just looking at him. I turned around walking out the double doors and towards my car, quickly getting in and sticking the key into the ignition and listening to the car come to life. I reversed out of the car park and drove down the road. I knew exactly where Calum was; it was where Ashton first took me on our first day in LA when we were hungry but to lazy too cook. I drove slowly down the LA streets that were  filled with creepy old men and a prostitutes.

I turned the corner where Bills burgers were and saw the park. I parked the car on the curb and got out, locking the doors. I then entered the park, instantly spotting that Calum was swinging on one of the cherry red sings, but as it was night it almost looked grey. As I got closer I heard the squeaking of the swing and Calum’s light sobs. I walked over the grass making a almost crunching sound as I climbed over the cold metal gate and over to the swings.

“Hey Cal,” I whispered trying not to startle Cal, he jumped up from the swings as if he was scared but saw it was me and ran into my arms, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N, I can’t do this anymore, I want my body back..” Calum sobbed into my chest, his cries getting louder and more heart breaking. I kissed the top of his head and held him tightly.

“I know Cal, I know” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, quickly grabbing his phine and bag before making our way to the car, Calum looking up at me with glossy eyes and his head resting against my shoulder.

“I’m exhausted Y/N,” Calum mumbled so I picked him up bridal style, his arms wrapping around my neck and his face pressing against my shoulder. I carefully walked to the car, pressing the unlock button and opening the passenger door for Calum. I set calum down in the seat doing his seat belt for him, then taking off my jacket and laying it over his body. I closed the door and jogged to the other side of he car, spotting a few people poiting and staring at us. I glared at them before getting in and turning the car on again.

“How long do you think this will last?” Calum asked weakly from the passenger seat, his hand on my thigh.

“I have no idea, it could be another week, a month, a year or this could last forever…who knows” I replied, letting my hand interlace with his then driving back to the house. The place that we could truly be together without stress and anxiety of people being able to see us. Just me, Calum and our neediness.

“we need to work on our acting!” she said when she finally stopped laughing, “they think i hired you from craigslist!” they went on a double date with some of her old friends from med school, and every time they were questioned about their first meeting things got bad – phrases with double meanings, unladylike like snorts escaping from grace’s mouth, awkward laughter coming from both of them

 “i stopped your heart? really, doctor! that was terrible.” even though she was trying to be stern, she was smiling from ear to ear, blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

“at least you didn’t say our first meeting was shocking.

@theidealiist gets a starter. why? because alex is a little shit. 

anonymous asked:

How about one where the Matsubros make their crush laugh, like doubled over snorting kinda laughing for the first time?

This might not have been what you were expecting?? I dunno I kind of pulled this out of the air aha -Ashley

Osomatsu was already laughing at his joke, but when his crush began laughing so hard they snorted, he couldn’t help but laugh even harder. It took both of them a while to calm down.

Eyebrows high, Karamatsu kind of stared at his crush for a moment. The laughing was loud, and they were clutching their stomach. From then on he tried as hard as possible to make them laugh like that again

Someone as ethereal as Choromatsu’s crush could laugh like that? The emotion he felt was some mix of shock, confusion, and happiness. Most of the shock came from the fact that they thought he was funny.

Ichimatsu didn’t know how to react. Was what he said that funny? His crush looked like they were about to fall over from laughing so hard, and he had to he was sort of embarrassed at their reaction.

All of the reactions Jyushimatsu got from other people when he did his silly acts were different, and when he made his crush produce such a crazy, genuine laugh, he made it his goal to see them like that as often as possible.

Todomatsu tried to hold in his own laughter at the sight. Their laugh wasn’t as graceful as their “usual” laugh, and he poked a little fun at them when they choked from laughing so hard.

anonymous asked:

How would the companions/sole react to sole meeting the companions and their spouse having looked exactly like them<(companion). First meeting and then feelings after romance please :) (I'll let you decide about Hancock XD)

Challenge accepted. Okay for this I excluded: Ada, Codsworth, Dogmeat, and Strong (sorry!). I can see this happening hahaha I mean especially with all the mods making Danse in the character creator with a porno stache or something. Thanks for the lovely prompt anon <3

(first meeting) Well she thought they were a total spaz. They had just cleared the house of raiders, looked pretty cool doing it too. But the second they stepped into her cage so that they could get a look at each other, they promptly threw themselves against the walls of the cage dramatically. They also called her ‘Nora.’ Weirdo.

(romanced) Sometimes she hated the fact that she looked like Nora. Although Sole didn’t mean to, she knew they always saw Nora in her eyes. Apparently they had polar opposite personalities which was good. Cait would always grab Sole’s face and kiss them hard to remember that she was her own person. It made her feel like she was being blended in with a memory and she despised that. She made sure to show Sole every time that they were together now and not Nora and them.

(first meeting) Apparently the Institute had made an exact synthetic copy of Nora. Curie watched in shock as they ran up to her new synth body saying their old lover’s name over and over. Curie felt uncomfortable with entering a body that held so many memories for Sole but after they calmed down they said it would be fine. At least their voices were different. She always worried that this would become painful for Sole and so she made a vow to honor their memory as best as possible.

(romanced) Perhaps she was lucky? She tried so hard to be the very best her she could be Sole seemed to fall in love with her just for that. She was aware of Sole’s biases towards her but after realizing that she loved them too, none of it seemed to matter any more. Sole was in love with the person she was now and she them.

(first meeting) It was quite the scene. Sole came in like a banshee out of hell, gunning down all the ghouls outside the Cambridge police station screaming ‘Nate!’ and looking at Danse. His initial assessment was that it was a case of mistaken identity but during the fight he didn’t have time to worry about it. He did worry about it when Sole took his face in their hands to get a closer look at him though. He’d never had anyone that close to him in a very very long time. It was unsettling.

(romanced) Admittedly, he thought they just had really bad eyesight right up until he found out about his own identity. Then he had no doubt that there was a possibility of having at least 2 or 3 people looking exactly like you. One thing he had on Nate was a ‘rockin awesome body’ according to Sole (because they couldn’t see him in his power armor initially). Danse gets out of his power armor much more often around Sole, because maybe he likes the compliments just a little. It’s always followed my kissing.

(first meeting) He knew all about Sole long before Sole even met him. He knew about Nate too and was kind of shocked when he saw that their profile looked a lot like his current face. With just a few minor tweaks he basically could become Nate. This was going to be fun. The first time he met Sole, he managed to convince them that they were in the Matrix and their previous life was only an illusion.

(romanced) Nate must have been an absolute bore because he could get Sole laughing so hard they would be doubled over and snorting. Always good positive reinforcement. It was kind of fun to show them all the things he could do that Nate couldn’t like say “I love you” in 10 different languages. Even though they’re wanting to be close to him so much initially bothered him, eventually it became endearing and he ended up falling in love with this silly vault dweller. He made sure he defined himself separately so that Sole would never confuse them. Wearing a really cool hat helped.

(first meeting)  After stabbing the sorry fucker he heard a meek “N-Nate?” as Sole started feeling towards him with their hands and settled on his face. If this was any other situation with an attractive body-hugged vault dweller would have been a blessing in disguise but now it was a little odd. They made a face, which pissed him off a little, when they felt his face, squinting. After some silly assumptions, he learned that they’d lost their glasses and ‘stumbled’ upon Goodneighbor looking for Diamond City and his voice sounded uncannily like their lost “Nate.”

(romanced) He always made it a habit to check every mall for an optics store so they could always see him for who he is just in case anything bad happened. It was actually kind of funny, Hancock showed Sole sexual positions they had never even heard of. The things he would say in their old lover’s voice would make them blush for days and Hancock loved every little bit of it. He derived a special pleasure seeing their flustered face every time he’d glint his knife saying how he wanted to tear off their clothes as soon as they were alone.

(first meeting) Completely interrupted his meeting with Winlock and Barnes, it was actually kinda funny. They pushed the meaty gunners to the side like they were nothing and rushed him, calling him “Nate” whoever that was. MacCready, taking advantage of the situation, took the opportunity to smirk over at the gunners at this new found attention from an attractive vault dweller.

(romanced) “Nate used to…” became his least favorite word and he’d just roll his eyes and groan before Sole could finish. The deeper he fell in love with Sole, the more he began to hate Nate’s ghost hanging over him. Unbeknownst to Sole, he even tried to cut the sides of his hair shorter and switch his part so to look as different as he could. They had so many inside jokes and passionate memories, he hoped that everything he was doing distinguished him from Nate.

Nick Valentine:
(first meeting) It was a peculiar first meeting. He was tied up, they approached him saying he was an android “Nate” or something, then freed him. His first thought was ‘oh great, I got saved by this loony.’ They were a heck of a fighter though! He wasn’t sure how they were able to aim with them staring at him the whole time.

(romanced) He found that the best way to cope with him being so much like their Nate was to just let them talk about it while he listened. After they were done, Sole would feel a little better and they could return to whatever they were doing. He felt nervous about opening up about Jenny to them too but Sole took it all in stride and so he was going to do the same. The fact that they both had dead lovers was a bonding point for them. He always stroked Sole’s hair and rubbed their back as he embraced them to let them know he was there for them.

(first meeting)The first time you meet someone who looks like your dead lover you typically don’t expect them to swindle you for free admission to a city. At least Sole didn’t as they slapped a hand over their heard gasping “my goodness, Nora!” like she’d done something wrong. Whatever. Not one to have her manners lost on her, she made sure to show them around Diamond City. Their bashful glances at her were flattering!

(romanced) Her and Sole were two peas in a pod. Piper couldn’t see how anyone could be anymore perfect for Sole than she was. Sole even admitted it too which caused Piper to internally cheer. She saw the light she brought to Sole’s eyes. That light wasn’t there when they first met. Now as they snuggled noses under the covers, Piper thought herself of like a Nora 2.0 and she was here to be the best lover ever.

(first meeting) Went completely red in the face when Sole glomped him at their first meeting. Sturges whistled. He’d never seen such a good-looking person and the sudden close contact threw him off. It was obvious they thought he was someone else because they called him ‘Nate.’ He was almost sad when they let go, realizing that he wasn’t them. His crush probably started right then.

(romanced) Doesn’t care at all that he looks like Nate. He knew they were attracted to him because he looked the way he did. He wouldn’t change a thing. If it was his face that allowed him the opportunity to be so close with Sole then he was completely content. He loved hearing stories about Nate and Sole in the old days. Sole got this twinkle in their eye that was just beautiful.

(first meeting) He was a special gen-3 synth whose genes were specifically spliced so that it would mimic Shaun’s late father. He was aware and prepared for Sole’s bewildered expression. He even had a speech prepared for helping them cope. He perfectly batted away attempts at touching. He set boundaries. Everything.

(romanced) Never did he imagine that all the sincere touches and flirtations would lead anywhere. He expected romantic inclinations towards himself, considering their predisposition but he was unaware how subconscious falling in love really was. He’d planned to dissuade them from becoming attracted to him but now he was attracted to them. Sole had a warmth to them that he never before felt in the Institute. He’d keep them to himself.


(first meeting) It was time to meet the new recruits and brief them on the Fort Strong mission. Paladin Danse’s sponsor was understandably the last one there, for they had to take a vertibird in. When they came on deck, instead of standing in line with the rest, they made a beeline for him with outstretched arms, calling him ‘Nate.’ Maxson’s reflexes were quick and battle-seasoned so he snatched their hands away and pinned them to the ground within the blink of an eye. No one touches the Elder without permission.

(romance) He’d be lying if he said that the constant comparisons to Nate didn’t bother him, but he knew how important it was to respect the dead so he never once uttered an ill word against him. Sole could tell it bothered him though so every time they’d bring it up, Maxson would grab them and kiss their head. Sole would then get flustered and apologize. It was cute.

(first meeting) Sole completely ignored Des once their view began to focus on Glory which confused the hell out of her. Shoving her minigun in their face seemed to deter them but they were acting completely whacko calling her “Nora” and stuff.

(romance) She made sure to remind Sole each and every time. She knew they couldn’t help seeing Nora in her, how could they? She decided not to hold it against them but instead make sure to redirect their thoughts to see the present and not the past. She wanted Sole to respect the past but also see her in the present, and only her.

*whispers* Bones secretly loves puns and enjoys/encourages Jim’s terrible jokes to the highest degree, pass it on

anonymous asked:

Do you think when Hanzo really really laughs like crinkly eyes and snorting and he does the Chris Evans boob grab on his uncovered side

I stared at this message for, like, fifteen minutes. Trying to come up with a good response. Attempting to figure out how to tackle this. But I can’t, fam. This message is just…too good, too pure, too wholesome. There’s nothing I can add to this beautiful mental image. 

All I’m able to think of right now is Hanzo doubled over, snorting like nobody’s watching and squeezing his eyes shut ‘til they get all crinkly. He’s reaching for the boob (the signature Chris Evans move) and somewhere nearby, Jesse is smiling like a damn fool because he’s probably the one to make Hanzo laugh this much.

no angels

“no, there’s no angels
but yes there is love”

summary; dan and phil are detectives investigating the ongoing murders of citizens throughout london

authors; @blissphil and @danthrusts

beta; @celestialhowell ((thank u kate bless ur heart and Soul))

word count; 27k

warnings; murder, death, alcohol, vivid descriptions of violence, blood, swearing, pda, fire, implications of sex, major character death, implications of suicide


lindsboop says: lowkey jack the ripper

mandoodle says: i believe most of the murder-y parts can be skipped if they’re too much for you. it can still be understood, for the most part, if you skip them. 

title is from savannah brown’s no angels 


“Phil, seriously man, what’s going on?” Dan questioned, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, as they headed back to the headquarters. He glanced over at a silent Phil, his eyes glued to the window.

“Hmm?” Phil glanced at Dan briefly before looking out the window. “Nothing,” Phil answered and shook his head.

“Okay,” Dan replied, pursing his lips together into a firm line. He reached forward and turned the music up. He hummed and tapped his fingers along to the rhythm of the song. Phil tugged his lip between his teeth as he watched the cars pass. He realized that they were, in fact, parked in an empty parking lot. “Okay,” Dan repeated and turned towards Phil.

“Why are we in an empty parking lot?” Phil scratched the back of his neck and curiously glanced at Dan.

“We’re gonna talk.” Dan affirmed and turned the engine off, not permitting Phil to leave until they finished talking.

“Why?” Phil questioned and leaned back into the car seat, his eyes staying on the side window.

“I think you need it,” Dan turned down the radio.

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"The Not So "Gentlemen's Club"" One Shot

Author: Xxavian from sam-and-dean-life

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Warnings: None 


“Guys, why do I have to be the stripper?” You ask as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Being Sam and Dean’s little brother was never easy, especially when they were old enough to enter strip clubs and you weren’t.

“Stop complaining Y/N.” Dean says from outside the bathroom. You could hear your brothers laughing from the other side of the door. This was so not funny. 

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Accidentally In Love

i was supposed to do laundry and be productive and instead @uhjimmy convinced me to write a deanjimmy accidental proposal au so i did that instead

modern au, deanjimmy, 1860 words


It’s just after six when Dean drags his feet through the door of his house, sighing heavily. He kicks it shut as he shrugs out of his jacket, shuffling into the living room where he sees Jimmy sprawled on the couch, light from the tv flickering across his face, and Cas curled up in the armchair, laptop on his knees.

Jimmy looks over with a grin when Dean tosses his jacket over the back of the couch, moving to sit up. “Hey, Dean.”

“Hey, babe,” Dean greets softly, leaning over to steal a kiss before seating himself beside his boyfriend. “Hey, Cas,” he tosses Cas’ way, and Cas hums. “What’re you doing here?”

“He was helping me finish painting the guest bedroom,” Jimmy answers for his brother, curling up into Dean’s side. Dean smiles as Jimmy nuzzles into his neck, laying small, tickling kisses where it meets his shoulder. “It was his day off so of course I took advantage of him.”

“Of course,” Dean chuckles. “So you finished?”

“Yup.” Jimmy grins up at him. “Now all you have to do is put up the shelves in the bathroom and we should be good to go.”

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