dress or long shirt

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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yessss oh boy oh boy

angst i love

(here’s what i promised earlier

i had to do research on anemia so this might not be the best :’) )

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Lance pushed himself up out of his bed, a distant look in his tired eyes as he went to his bathroom to clean up. He took his face mask off and ran a hand across his face, humming low in the back of his throat at the feeling of the smooth skin against his more rough hand. A small smile found its way onto his face and he was reaching for the medicine cabinet when he heard someone pounding on the door. He left the bathroom to get his clothes and let the robe he had been wearing slide off his bare shoulders so it fell onto his bed. He took his time with getting dressed and just as he was pulling on his long-sleeved shirt, he heard the door open, footsteps falling behind him. He went to turn around when two slim arms snaked around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder. He turned his head and felt a small smile spread across his face when his eyes met Keith’s, a hand coming up to take hold of the smaller male’s.

“Keith, I have to finish getting ready.” He murmured, turning his head just enough to press his lips against his cheek. Keith let a low hum leave him, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more.

“Shiro wants us at breakfast. Told me to come get you.” Lance sighed and leaned back against his boyfriend, eyes slipping shut.

“I’ll join you all in a minute.” He began to pull away when Keith tightened his arms around his waist and back up towards the door.<!

“No, we gotta go now.” Lance’s eyes darted towards his bathroom and when Keith finally released him, he went to move to the bathroom when Keith’s hand intertwined with his own. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There’s was a concerned tone in the smaller male’s voice, trying to meet Lance’s eyes. The Blue Paladin silently stared at the bathroom before looking at Keith, clearing his throat.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s go.” He could take his medicine after breakfast, he’s forgotten before, it’d be fine as long as he took it right after breakfast. Besides, he didn’t take them yesterday and he was fine. Tired, very tired, but fine. Keith hesitated before nodding and slowly leading him to the bathroom, looking back at his boyfriend every few moments. Lance would just offer him a small, sleepy smile every time their eyes would meet.

As breakfast went on, Lance would start to space out, though he tried his hardest to stay concentrated on the conversations. He could feel eyes on him and when he turned his head, he noticed his boyfriends staring at him, both Shiro and Keith staring at him with concern in their eyes. He just offered them a smile before letting a sigh slowly fall past his lips.

When the group was getting ready to head to the training room, Keith and Shiro approached him.

“Are you okay?” Shiro’s voice cut through the haze in his mind and it took him a moment to respond.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” He waved a dismissive hand and smiled at them. A content little hum left him when he felt the Black Paladin’s lips press against his temple.

“We’re here if you need anything, Lance.” Keith took hold of one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. Lance just smiled and nodded, his mind wandering away from the thoughts that yelled ‘take your medicine’ to ‘i love my boyfriends’. He didn’t go to his bedroom, no, he went with Shiro and Keith to change into their armor. He pulled it on, moving slower than he usually did. Shiro and Keith noticed it and shared a concerned look. As they walked to the training room, they stuck close to him, hoping the way he was swaying was just because of lack of sleep.

Training seemed to be going well, the group was moving as a team now instead of as five separate beings. Just as the castle dropped more training bots, a loud thump sounded behind the three who were more hand to hand along with Hunk’s panicked voice yelling ‘Lance’. They all spun around and Pidge’s eyes widened as they ran to Hunk and Lance’s side. The Blue Paladin was being held by Hunk, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Pidge, go get his medicine!” Hunk ordered and the younger female nodded quickly before quickly taking off. Keith and Shiro rushed over to them, eyes widen and panicked as they stared down at their boyfriend.

“What happened to him-?!” Keith’s panicked voice was louder than usually, hands twitching to move and comfort his hyperventilating boyfriend.

“Is he having a panic attack?” Shiro’s voice cut in. His voice was calmer, though it wavered slightly as he tried to keep himself calm.

“Enough! He’s anemic, if he doesn’t take his iron pills, this happens. Now, one of you go get something for him to take the medicine with!” When Hunk noticed the two still standing there, he glared at them. “Go!” He snapped, snapping them out of their little daze. Keith was the one to bolt to the kitchen, Shiro dropping to his knees and taking hold of one of Lance’s hands.

Time seemed to go slow as they got the medicine to Lance, helping him take the pill. They sat together in the training room silently before Hunk sighed and carefully stood up, picking Lance up in his arms.

"I’m taking him to his room-” He started, pausing when he felt Shiro’s hand on his arm. He was quiet for a moment before sighing softly and moving to let the leader take his boyfriend from his arms. “Be careful with him.”

“Of course.” Shiro smiled softly before nudging Keith and leaving to take Lance to his room. The 19 year old had fallen asleep after they got him to take his medicine and the group had been relieved when he slowly buy surely began to calm.

They had to explain anemia to Allura and Coran, whom had both been trying to get them to put the Blue Paladin in the cryopod. Coran seemed more freaked out about it than Allura, but that was probably because he had gotten close to Lance over the past year or so.

“He’s going to be okay, right?” Keith stared at their passed out boyfriend, put his hand on the scanner so the door would open. He followed Shiro into the room and watched as he laid Lance down on the bed.

“He should be fine.” The older male murmured before letting out a soft sigh. He noticed Keith fidgeting and let out a tired chuckle. “Do you want to lay with him?” At the quick nod he got in reply, Shiro smiled softly and moved so Keith could carefully climb over Lance and lay on his side closer to the wall. His arms snaked around the Blue Paladin, holding him close to his smaller form. Shiro smiled softly before climbing into bed with them, one arm wrapped securely around Lance while the other was wrapped around both of them.

When Lance would wake up later in that day, he’d find his boyfriends holding onto him like he was going to disappear from their hold. After the incident in the training room, Shiro and Keith were constantly making sure Lance remembered to take his iron pills and though it was tiring, it was nice to know they cared.

Please do send me more prompts like this, this was so much fun to write!




In your household nothing was truly what it seemed; your mother was having an affair with her business partner, leaving your stepfather to work himself into a pit of denial. The only person who had real feelings under that roof was you. You felt disgust when your mother would blatantly lie to her husband, you felt overwhelmed and stressed because of university, and you felt the euphoria of your late night rendezvous with Taehyung.

Your stepbrother.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!taehyung + sub!reader, degrading, humiliation, spanking + strong language

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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ot13; the ways you said "i love you"

Originally posted by 12fools

feat: reader x seventeen 

genre: marshmallow fluff, random au with each member

word count: 6283

summary: the thirteen ways seventeen shows how much they care about you

rated p for terrible puns and tastefully executed profanity

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thejboy88  asked:

Even though I typically like the designs given to the girls in the Equestria Girls stories, the one thing that does get on my nerves is how they're all basically the same shape and face copy-pasted over and over. There's no variation in height, weight, the shape of their faces or anything, aside from minor aesthetic differences, like having Rarity with make-up or the like. If you were given the chance, what kind of differences would you give them?

More or less this:

Keep in mind these were all individual warm-up sketches I did throughout the day. So they’re neither the best sketches or the best designs. But they generally capture what I’d go for. The main intent is to make them all unique from each other, and suggesting their personalities.

Twilight would go full cute-nerd, taking on a bit of the anime-school girl look. Her body type is tall-ish and slender. This is Sci-Twi, btw. Pone Twi would probably wear something similar but a bit bolder.

RD changes very little. Her design is pretty good. For the sake of this, I took her skirt and just gave her gym shorts, but I personally think that RD has a good rotation of shorts, skirts, and skorts in her wardrobe that she wears as she she sees fit. Average body frame, if a bit on the short side–but she’s got a runner’s build with well toned muscles. Oh, and shorter hair.

I’d want to glam Rarity up a bit, while still casual keeping her outfit from being overwhelming. The focus would be on grace of line and form, with tasteful color contrast. She’s got a very even hourglass figure, and is fairly tall.

I’d make AJ a big gal. With an an impressive figure both in muscle and in curves. Definitely the tallest of them all. But I think she’d dress pretty practically in clothes she’d feel comfortable working in at any time. Jeans and button-top over an A-shirt.

Fluttershy would be tiny and adorable. The kind of girls that gets mistaken for 14 all through her 20s.  She’d wear rather modest but pretty clothes. Long sleeved shirts and long dresses. (Note: this was the last of this patch that I drew and I think it’s the weakest. Probably needs a redraw all together).

Pinkie has a stocky but rounded figure. THICC you might even say. The trick would be to make her clothes playful without being absurd looking. Color contrast and complex bits like frills will help, as well as pockets and zippers.

Again, these are all one-off preliminary designs. Good character design goes through a hundred iterations before settling on something for sure.

Kim Jongdae//Collision Course - Part 2

Originally posted by baekintime

Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1 / 2/ 3/ 4 /5)
Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU
Word Count: 5,165 

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My history professor is a huge fucken nerd and it's adorable

He wears collared polo shirts with cargo shorts and dress shoes with long socks and has these big framed glasses and he’s engaged to a polish woman and makes us try to read his polish books because it makes him feel better about his own pronunciation (his fiancée just kisses him whenever he gets a word wrong because she thinks he’s cute so he doesn’t really learn as fast as he could lmao) and today on the quiz there was a question about who wrote a famous history text and one of the options was Bathilda Bagshot and then afterwards he told us he was gonna get good and drunk before he graded our quizzes so our grades would be better😂😂😂😂😂

The Recruit (Chapter 17) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 78, Part I”

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT. IT’S A LOT OF FUCKING SMUT. like, blowjobs, light choking, vaginal sex, orgasms.. so much smut and cursing. IT’S SMUTAPALOOZA!

Author’s Note: yo… morning head is fun tho. im posting this for @mf-despair-queen who literally JUST begged me for Mitch smut. bless that fucking shirtless picture for making all of us collectively lose our shit. stay thirsty, my friends. 

Summary: Mitch gets a smut filled morning with Y/n.

Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen

Originally posted by alberto-rozende

You woke wrapped in nothing but his limbs and the bedsheets. You closed your eyes, tilted your head up towards the sun coming through the curtains, softly bit your bottom lip and sighed. You were so happy. You turned slowly and quietly, and looked at Mitch sleeping, gently pushing some of the hair from his eyes. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man you had ever actually seen in person, and his peaceful resting face made your heart skip beats. 

Mitch’s legs moved under the sheets and he rolled onto his back, turning his head away from you. You smirked. He wasn’t hard, but there was a small bulge that perked up under the thin white sheets on the bed. You rubbed your tongue along the bottom of your left canine and cracked a simple plot: you knew how you wanted to wake him up that morning.

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Centuries in the Making: Part 5

Prompt: Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“Did that count as our first date?” The words come out in between gasps for air.

    You’re both tired and covered in dirt and grime. He gives you a small smile, “No. I refuse to let it count.”

    You smile, “And why’s that? It would be a fun story to tell down the line.”

    He actually lets out a small laugh, “And my reputation would be shot.”

    “That concerned about your image, Mr. Mikaelson?”

    He looks you in the eye, “Only when it comes to you.” You smile at him, and as the sound of footsteps hits your ears, he offers you his hand and you take off running… again. You’d been dodging werewolves for the past six hours, and you were more than ready for a nice shower. Still, you were impressed with yourself. You weren’t someone who worked out constantly and you actually tried to avoid exercise like the plague. But you had kept up well enough. Elijah was too weak to fight and protect you at the moment. He hadn’t fed in nearly two days, and you knew he was reaching his limit. Your eyes flicked to the sky, you only had to last one more hour. Then the spell would be broken.

    You duck behind another set of tombs, and he pulls you flush against his body. He puts a finger to his lips, and you nod. You press as close to him as you can get, his arm hugging you tightly to his body. When he relaxes slightly, you pull back, “It’s your turn.”

    He closes his eyes for a minute, “What is your ideal date?”

    You smile, The two of you had spent what little down time you had, exchanging questions, learning more about one another. Your answer comes easy, “Dinner and dancing. What about you?”

    He gives a small smirk, “You’ll find out soon.”

    “I look forward to it.”

    You can hear the shouts some distance away, “You’d think they would have caught us by now.”  you murmur.

    “I suspect that they’re simply putting on a show at this point. They owe me a bit of a favor.”

    You raise an eyebrow, “A favor? For what?”

    He peers around the tomb, “I stopped my mother from activating the curse in the youngest wolves. That’s how I got into this mess.”

    You hesitate for a minute, “Why’d you help them? Rebekah always made it seem like wolves weren’t to be messed with.”

    He let’s out a sigh, “Hayley, Hope’s mother, asked for my help.”

    You give a small smile, “Hayley, as in the woman you were in love with?”

    He stares at you for a moment, “My sister needs to learn to keep her mouth closed.”

    You lift your hand and wipe off some dirt above his eye, “It’s okay to have had feelings for her, to still have them. The bond doesn’t erase things like that. We both feel it, and I’m fairly certain we both want to act on them, but if you need time …”

    He kisses you before you can finish. When he pulls back he whispers, “I still care for Hayley. As Hope’s mother she is a part of our family. But, you are mine and I am yours, and that is how things are supposed to be. What I feel for you, the magic that binds us, and ties my soul to yours is so much stronger. If today has shown me anything, it is that we are meant to be one.”

    You swallow the lump in your throat, before nodding, and then you smile, “It’s night time.”

    He smiles, “So it is. Shall we go home?”

    You nod, and the two of you start walking. You’ve almost made it to the gate when Elijah’s head turns ever so slightly. He let’s out a growl, “Niklaus.”

    “Is he okay?”

    “He’s with my mother. Get out of the cemetery, and go to Reussaus. I’ll meet you there in five minutes.”

    “Elijah …”

    “Please Y/N, I don’t want you anywhere near her. She’s dangerous, and I fear what she’ll do to you, to get to me.”

    You nod once, and he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. A second later, he’s gone. You step through the gate and back onto the New Orleans streets. It doesn’t take you long to get to the bar. And once you’re there, you settle in at the bar. “Word through the grapevine, is that you’ve had a rough day.”

    You look up and smile at the familiar blonde, “I look that bad hunh?”

    She smiles at you, “This is New Orleans, no one cares I assure you, but Klaus told me what was going on.You want a drink?”

    You shake your head, “I don’t drink.”

    Her smile is easy, “With this family you may want to start.”

    “I’ll pass.”

    She smiles, “I’ll bring you some food. I imagine you’re hungry.” You allow yourself to relax as you wait. You munch on peanuts for a few minutes, until a hand ghosts across your back. Turning, you meet Elijah’s gaze. His clothes are bloody and torn, but no one seems to notice.

    He’s tense, you can see it. Placing a hand on his cheek you ask, “Is everything okay?”

    He kisses the back of your hand, “Everything will be fine. In the meantime Niklaus will take you home. I need to feed, and that is best done away from home.”

    You nod, “Okay.”

    He smiles, and places a kiss on you cheek, then your other cheek, then your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. He smiles as he pulls back, “Go home, shower, order whatever you’d like, and we’ll talk some more when I get back.”

    You nod, and the next moment he’s gone. “You’ve turned my brother into a love sick idiot.”

    You jump at the addition of the new voice, scowling you turn to look at Klaus. He’s bloody and somewhat bruised, “What happened to you?”

    “A fight with my birth father, who should be dead, and another fight with my mother, who should also be dead.”

    You nod, “Life not working out how you planned?”

    “Not in the past thousand years love.” And with that the two of you head back to the compound.

    When you get out of the shower, he’s there waiting for you. He’s clean and dressed in sweatpants and a long sleeve tee-shirt. “You look better.”

    He smiles, and you climb on to the bed next to him. His arms wrap around you and you snuggle into the embrace. He kisses the top of your head. “It feels so natural.”

    You take in a deep breath, “Like breathing.” You agree.

    He hmms, “Would you mind if I stayed here tonight? If I simply held you while we slept.”

    You close your eyes, feeling warm, safe, and loved, “If you go, I go.” And with that you fell into the most peaceful sleep you had ever had.

Introducing the latest doll to my Shop. Voltron Lance McClain!

Lance is made of fleece and felt and is 16 inches long. He comes dressed in a grey shirt, blue colored pants and his green jacket.


Note:all clothes are sewn onto the doll except the jacket but one with removable clothes can be made.

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