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bts scenario: they make you feel beautiful

thank you for your request! reading fluff about stuff like this makes me feel better when i’m insecure, so i hope i can make others feel better too! every single one of you is beautiful and i love you so so much. i’m always here if you need someone to talk to xx

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jin: fingers trailed over your body as jin whispered lowly into your ear, “you’re so beautiful.” his lips trail over your cheeks and down your neck as he left soft kisses in it’s wake. “jin, stop,” you whined as your face flushed from the attention. “no,” jin shook his head, “you’re beautiful and i want to make sure you know it.” you rolled your eyes but continued to let him press soft kisses into your skin. “i love you, jin.” “i love you too, baby.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: yoongi’s strong hands pushed your thighs apart as he trailed kisses down your stomach. your stomach coiled in anticipation as he trailed further down. “so pretty,” yoongi praised as he blew air right over your most sensitive spot. “yoongi!” you said in surprise as you tried to close your legs, but yoongi was having none of it. “keep your legs open,” yoongi demanded, “i want to appreciate what’s mine. my beautiful baby.” 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

hoseok: hoseok’s fingers intertwined with yours as he pulled you close to his chest. “pumpkin?” he asked as he began to rake his fingers through your hair with his free hand. a few tears trailed down your cheeks as you dug your head into his neck, trying to stifle your sobs. “shh,” hoseok pressed a soft kiss to your hair, “it’s gonna be okay,” a shuddering sob left your body as you let him hold you, eventually the tears slowed, hoseok holding you the whole time. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

namjoon: strong hips pushed against yours as namjoon thrusts into you, firm hands keeping your hips in place. “n-namjoon,” you moaned as you tried to hide your face behind your hands from the embarrassment. “don’t hide,” namjoon growled as he thrust deeper, “not around me, you’re so beautiful.” lips met yours as he pulled you into a deep kiss, continuing to thrust. “so pretty,” lips attached to your neck as namjoon left a hickey, pleasure pushing you over the edge.

Originally posted by slapmon

jimin: jimin pulled you onto his lap as he turned on your favorite movie, the lights in the room dimmed. “talk to me, baby,” he said, “what’s going on.” after explaining all your worries and insecurities, jimin pulled you in for a kiss. “you’re so strong, baby,” he praised as he held your face in his hands, peppering your lips with kisses. “jiminnn,” you whined from the attention. “hush,” he chuckled, “let me give you all the love i can.” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

taehyung: taehyung’s lips sucked harshly against the skin of your neck, sure to leave a hickey. “look how pretty you look,” taehyung whispered against your skin, “you look so good marked up.” your cheeks flushed at his words but you couldn’t hide the small pants coming from your lips. “you’re so gorgeous,” this time he sucked a hickey right above your collarbone, “you’re absolutely breathtaking.” taehyung continued to cover your body in hickeys. 

Originally posted by piedpiper405

jungkook: “jungkook stop!” you giggled as he began to kiss all over your face. “nope,” jungkook stated simply as he continued to leave kisses across your cheeks. when you tried to push him away, he merely intertwined your fingers and continued his ministrations. you huffed and jungkook pulled away with a smile on his face, “feel better?” you crossed your arms, “no.” jungkook smirked, “well then i better keep going!” “jungkook no!” 

Originally posted by dailyjeons

anonymous asked:

Can you pleeeease do a fic of the "i'll always be the rain cloud to your sunshine"? I think you are the best person to write it!

You are absolutely not the only person to have given me this prompt and I love it SO much 🙊 I even think I maaay have written it in a Bechloe one-shot months ago but I don’t have time to find it this morning before work so here we gooooo. Thanks anon ❤️ *edit - it’s now late afternoon here and I’ve spent this morning before work and the longest lunch break I’ve ever been allowed to have since starting this job, writing this one-shot so I hope you guys enjoy 🤗*

Chloe stepped into the apartment she shared with Fat Amy and Beca, tugging her suitcase through the door behind her. She let out a happy sigh. Sure, she’d stayed behind in France for a week longer than the other Bellas, but nothing beat finally being home.

Chicago has spoilt her rotten over the past week. Taken her on posh dinner-dates in Paris, bought her jewellery for her to remember him by while he was still posted in Europe. Until he came back to the US in a couple of months time. They’d laughed and chatted and smooched and-

-and yet still, nothing made her heart feel fuller than returning to this pokey little apartment in Brooklyn. One that was so small Chloe and Beca had no choice but to share a bed due to Fat Amy’s insistence in ‘needing her space’.

The redhead perched on the edge of the bed. On Beca’s side. It was weird to be back here. When they’d left Chloe had still harboured feelings for her best friend. Feelings she’d been enduring for seven years. Chicago changed all that. Had kinda helped her…forget…about those feelings.

Chloe felt a wave of sadness submerge her body, and tears began to prick her eyes. She was so scared. Scared of now entering the next stage of her life where it was no longer acceptable to have these feelings for Beca. No. She’d had all the time in the world to tell the brunette how she really felt, but as always, Chloe had wasted that time. She wished she’d been more aware of how precious the moments she’d shared with Beca had been. She’d shared a bed with the woman for three years for crying out loud!

Beca had been offered a recording contract. She’d assured Chloe and Fat Amy that she’d still live in New York with them, but that she’d have to go to LA at intervals. But as Chloe looked around the tiny apartment she realised how different everything already felt.

Her eyes clasped upon an envelope that sat, propped up against the cookie jar on the small kitchen table. Her name was scrawled on the front of it and Chloe knew it was Beca’s handwriting.

She took a deep breath, then stepped up to the kitchen table, picking up the envelope, then taking a seat on one of the chairs around the table.

Her heart was hammering as her fingers fumbled to undo the envelope. Beca didn’t write cards. Not unless it was a birthday. And even then the woman would usually only ever put her name at the bottom.

Chloe pulled out the card, tears still in her eyes, and she let out a gentle smile. On the front of the card was a photo of a close-up of a cow’s face. The redhead opened the card and let out a small gasp as she saw that Beca had written on both sides of the inside.

Hey Chlo,
I’m really sorry I’m not home when you get back from Europe. Like I said last week, I’ll have just missed you at the airport.

Chloe sniffed as she remembered Beca announcing to the Bellas that she would have to fly out to LA a week after they returned from their USO tour. The week that Chloe had ended up spending in Europe with Chicago..

I hope you had a great time with Chicago. I hope he treated you well. And I hope he makes you happy. Because you deserve to be really happy.

Chloe noticed a slight smudge in the ink, as though Beca had spilt some water on the word ‘happy’ then frantically wiped it, accidentally smearing it in the process. She knew what Beca was like. The brunette would have been really annoyed about that.

Shit, sorry I haven’t congratulated you yet on getting your place at vet school, which was the whole point in me getting you this card! And now I’ve written shit! Twice! Sorry!

Chloe let out a light chuckle, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as she read her best friend’s words in Beca’s voice, such was how conversationally the woman had written the card.

So CONGRATULATIONS! Seriously Beale, I’m so proud of you! You dug deep, worked hard, and it’s all paid off. You’re gonna be an awesome vet! I honestly couldn’t be prouder.

Chloe let out a deep shuddering breath. Beca was right, she HAD worked hard. But she’d done it. She’d finally got into vet school.

I’m going to be away for a few weeks but..it might be longer so.. I don’t want to ruin whatever you’ve got going on with Chicago but I’ve spent a long time thinking over this past week without you here with me and I realised just how much I’m going to miss you while I’m away.

Chloe felt her heart skip a beat and return with an almighty thud as she read Beca’s next sentence.

Because I’m kinda in love with you.

What?? Beca was..in LOVE with her! Chloe stared at those words, reading and re-reading them in Beca’s handwriting. The knot in Chloe’s stomach unravelled itself and the redhead let out a huge sob of relief. Beca loved her! Chloe brought a hand to her mouth as she continued reading.

And I get that it’s the shittest thing for me to do - to tell you in a card, when you’d just returned from Europe where you’d been hanging out with your boyfriend and I’m not even here to talk about it with you or fight about it with you or however you might react to reading this card. But for the first time ever (and probably the last time) I’ve listened to Amy who assured me you needed to find out at some point.

Chloe noticed there were more smudges on those words and the redhead began to wonder if Beca had maybe been crying when she’d been writing this card.

I get that things might be awkward between us now, but I’m hoping my time away in LA will be enough for you to forgive me? Then maybe we can keep being friends. Because like I said I really am going to miss you. And I don’t think I could handle not being friends with you, especially with this whole crazy recording contract thing. You’re like my rock.

Chloe wasn’t sure how long she’d gone without breathing, but she didn’t care. How could Beca possibly think that she wouldn’t want to be friends with her any more?? If anything..Chloe would’ve taken this opportunity to tell Beca that she felt the same way. But it was too late. Beca’s flight to LA had left three quarters of an hour ago. Chloe had no idea how long the brunette would be away for. And so much could change in that time.

So for what it’s worth - if it’s worth anything at all - I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you no matter how crazy our lives get.

I’ll always be the rain cloud to your sunshine.

Chloe let out a small smile, gliding her thumb delicately over those words. It had always been a joke between them for the past couple of years that Beca was like a rain cloud with her ‘moody, pessimistic demeanour’ and Chloe was like sunshine with her ‘smiley, optimistic attitude’. Something that had collectively made them such great leaders when guiding The Bellas through college.

I’ll text you when I land in LA of course.

“Of course” Chloe thought, having always insisted that any of the Bellas text her to tell her that they’d arrived at whatever destination they had been travelling to.

And..I hope we’re okay.

Chloe swallowed loudly. Of course they were okay. She adored Beca and everything about her. Reading this card only made Chloe love her more. And her heart broke when she realised she didn’t even know when she’d next be seeing Beca to talk to her properly about it.

Love Beca xx

‘Love’ and two kisses. Beca never put kisses at the end of anything. And the woman used the word ‘love’ very loosely, if at all.

Chloe let out a heavy, shuddering breath as she closed the card over and stared at the cow on the front again. Beca loved her. Beca was in love with her! She hadn’t made it all up had she? It seemed like something Chloe would daydream about.

The redhead opened the card again, her eyes immediately drawn to those sacred words “Because I’m kinda in love with you”. Nope, she definitely hadn’t made it up. And all of a sudden Chloe burst into tears, sobbing loudly as she brought her free hand to her mouth and bawled loudly into it. For so many years she’d wished and dreamt and hoped that Beca might have some tiny ounce of feeling for her that stepped beyond friendship. But she’d only over dreamt that Beca would fall in love with her.

Now all Chloe could do was stick around in New York and patiently wait for her best friend to return home. She’d happily wait weeks. Heck she’d even wait months for Beca to return home to her. She’d even wait ye-

Chloe jumped as she heard a key quickly scramble in the lock of the apartment door. She flung her eyes over, expecting Fat Amy to bundle through the door. But to her shock, it was Beca!

“Shit..” Beca muttered under her breath, hesitating as she looked down at the open card in Chloe’s hand. Chloe was speechless. “Listen, Chlo, I’m sorry..I hoped I could get back before you and get rid of that card-“

“-you’re in love with me?” Chloe interrupted, sniffing loudly. The apartment fell silent as the two best friends stared at one another. Beca looked terrified, clearly unable to work out if Chloe was happy about this news or not. But she presumed the latter. The thing was, there was no going back.

“Yeah” Beca croaked quietly, and Chloe raised her eyebrows, taking a huge deep breath and looking back down at the card in her hands. This was so much to process.

She thought she’d done it. She thought she’d got over Beca once and for all. She’d found an amazing guy, Chicago, who had asked her to promise to wait for him to return to the US in a couple of months time. And she’d agreed, because she felt there was absolutely, categorically no way Beca would ever reciprocate her feelings. Ever. But she did. Beca. The girl who she’d been hopelessly pining for during their time together in college. She reciprocated those feelings!

“Please,” Beca began, tears starting to well up in her eyes, having had to watch Chloe stare at her card for too long, “I don’t want things to get weird between us. Just..try to forget what I’ve said and how I feel and just..let’s continue with our li-“

“-why aren’t you on a flight to LA?” Chloe blubbed, looking up from the card in her hands and over at her best friend, standing slowly as she did.

“My flight got cancelled. So they changed the date of my meeting.” Beca said honestly, “That’s why I dashed back, to try to get rid of that card before you read it.”

Chloe raised her eyebrows, “You weren’t ever going to tell me?” she asked quietly, in a hurt tone. She watched as Beca swallowed loudly, tears really brimming in her eyes now. Then the brunette gently shook her head.

“Why?” Chloe asked, slowly walking towards her best friend.

“Because..” Beca said, hesitating as she tried to find the words to explain her intentions. So she let out a shaky breath and shrugged, “You kissed Chicago. He made you happy. Far happier than I’d seen you look in years. And I saw your Instagram stories of the two of you together this past week and..when I got to the airport..I guess I realised that I’d never made you look that happy. And that by me telling you how I felt..well that would’ve been selfish of me. So that’s why I was planning on getting rid of that card.”

Chloe looked down at the card Beca had just motioned to, her eyes focussing on the smudged words that had clearly been touched upon with Beca’s tears while she’d written it. This was the rawest Chloe had ever seen her best friend be. And it was all for her. Beca’s steely demeanour now stripped back to reveal the woman Chloe truly knew better than anyone. This was HER Beca.

“I…” Chloe said with a heavy sigh, “have been in love with you for seven years.”

The redhead looked up at her best friend with a soft smile and a shrug. Her heart soared as she saw Beca hesitate, her little mouth dropping open slightly in surprise.

“Oh..uh..” was all Beca could muster.

“So Amy was right, I did need to find out. And I’m so glad that I know how you really feel.” Chloe said sweetly, sniffing as tears began to return to her eyes, her previous tears having now dried to her cheeks and chin.

“Why?” Beca asked cautiously.

Chloe took another step forward, now mere inches from her best friend, “Because now I can do this..” she whispered, and the redhead gently brought her face towards Beca’s and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

It was the briefest of actions, but in that time both women let out huge sighs of relief, goofy smiles on their faces as they parted. They gently smoothed the tips of their noses together.

“Hey there sunshine” Beca whispered.

“Hey there rain cloud” Chloe whispered back.

Day 2: Fairy Lights

Fun fact about this story, is that it is a true story and happened to my uncle. I know I’m still a day behind, but I think that I’ll be able to get the next one out after I finish my exam. I hope you enjoy! ❤️


“Come on Shiro, it’s time to decorate outside,” Lance said tugging on Shiro’s arm until he got up from the couch. Shiro groaned and draped himself across Lance’s shoulders.

“Do we have to?” He whined, nuzzling his face into Lance’s hair. Lance huffed and leaned his head back on Shiro’s shoulder.

“Yes, it’s our first Christmas in our own house, we have to decorate it!” Lance cried, turning around in his arms and looking up into his face. Shiro smiled and leaned down to peck him on the lips.

“Alright then, let’s go,” he said leading Lance over to the door, hand in hand. He tugged a hat down over Lance’s head, covering his eyes jokingly.

“I’ll go grab the lights,” he said kissing the knit hat where the bridge of Lance’s nose would be.

“You’re the best,” he said before turning and heading out the door. Shiro sighed and headed to the storage closet and dug through the boxes before pulling out the brand new package of lights out of the back. Lance was extremely excited to decorate their house and bought the lights last Christmas while they were still looking for a place to move in together. Shiro smiled at the memories and back out of the storage, not bothering to put everything back in order.

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His weakness

Request

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: language, intoxicated, sexual assault, smut, fingering, thigh riding ( wrap before you tap)

Summary:  She was a mortal he was a god. He could some much better than her but here he was crawling back practically begging for her. She was his soft spot his weakness. She was a mere mortal but she was his everything.

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen


She knew what happened.She broke his number one rule. She was light weight and was always completely intoxicated after three drinks, and she just had eight. It was his number one rule no drink.

NO DRINKING, NO ALCOHOL 

She hadn’t followed his rule. 

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Modeling Sessions [m]

Synopsis: Your nude modeling portfolios are due in a few days and, with all your sketches an absolute mess, Namjoon offers to help; though, his idea of aiding your lack of skill is different that what you thought…

Originally posted by slapmon

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader // artist!au

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: finally dug this oldie out


Two more minutes until class is over — two more aching minutes left to finish the sketch of the bare model that is posing with ductile in the center of the art studio.

You are busying yourself with the details of the fair model, attempting to perfect the shading of her skin under the dim lighting despite having half of her body drafted onto your paper. Then, those two minutes pass by within a dream, the timer blaring off to indicate that the session has run out of seconds — that you have run out of time.

The model breaks from her pose, standing upright and stretching her limbs as you strive to catch the last of her sitting, but you do not catch it and all you are left with is a half drawn model — four, to be exact. It is always like this; your class has been working on perfecting the nude portfolio for a week by now, but you do not hold a fraction of what perfection in bare beauty on paper is.

Your head hangs low when you let out an exasperated sigh, tired from your lack of skill. The nude portfolio that should have all the poses of each model from the past week is due in six days, and that date draws out the stressed artist within you. You are a painter, a photographer, a graphic artist — everything but someone who sketches nude models to perfection.

Which is probably why your classmate who situated himself next to you is releasing bubbly laughter from his mouth the moment he sees your exposed sketches.

You dart your eyes towards him. “What do you want, Namjoon?”

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BTS Reaction: You're Stabbed by His Enemies | mafia au

Mafia series:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Requested by anon

Thank you so much, love! 😙 hope you enjoy!

Warning: graphic violence, blood, language

A/N: a continuation to BTS Reaction: You’re Kidnapped

You stare up from your spot on your bed, never breaking eye contact from the man with the knife. You know you’ve seen him before, but you can’t remember where. He sneers at you as he runs the knife over his fingers, the tip glinting menacingly in the moonlight.

“Where’s your husband, y/n?” He asks, already knowing the answer. He sucks on his teeth, mouth screwing up in mock pity. “Never here when you need him the most.”

You gasp when you feel a pop and liquid pools between your thighs.

“Oh, no,” he clicks his tongue, watching as your pyjama bottoms become soaked. He sits next to you. “Hell of a time for the baby to come.”

Gliding the knife over your stomach, his eyes never leave yours. The grin that spreads over his face at your panic is sinister, and it’s something you’ve seen before. It’s the smile that haunts your dreams, the smile you watched form of the face of your tormentor as he tortured you those many years ago.

“Tony!” You gasp in recognition just before he plunges the tip of the knife into your side. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as the knife sinks deep.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispers. “Been a while.”

He grabs your cellphone from your bedside table and casually scrolls through it, his hand still clasping the hilt of the knife dug deep in your flesh. He holds your phone to his ear.

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Igazából

Elegem van abból, hogy a korosztályom úgy viselkedik mint egy 10-12 éves gyerekekből álló csürhe. Az egyiknek az a baja, hogy valami fiú köcsög volt vele a másiknak meg, hogy a szülei nem vesznek meg neki mindent amit kér, aztán van egy másik fajta akit minden nap más fiú dug meg és sír ha kurvának nevezik meg nem is érti meg mert agyhalott. Megsúgom hallkan ha nem ordítasz egésznap mint egy szerencsétlen idióta akkor is fogják hallani ha beszélsz( hiába nem akarják). Az a lány aki folyton a fiúk miatt sír még csak képekről se látott faszt és egyszerre legalább 10 fiúval irogat plusz napi 400 srácot ölel meg. A kis elkényeztett picsáknak annyit, hogy a szüleid is egyszer megfognak unni és mivel ennek nem vagy tudatában valószínűleg az utcán végzed vagy mosogatni fogsz egésznap, hogy enni tudj. A sűrűn baszott “lányok”-ról meg annyit, hogy nem érdemelnek törődést és nem is fognak kapni soha

in my first lecture on shakespeare the lecturer opened with the words “Shakespeare is bisexual. Most literary evidence points towards this, and it is the most commonly accepted understanding of his sonnets in modern literature.

so if I have to read even ONE essay that comes to this ‘shocking’ conclusion this year, so help me god you will NOT pass this module”

anyway this is your reminder that shakespeare is bi, 100% bi, super bi, and laura jenkins wants people to shut up and focus on his fucking nature imagery thank you goodbye.

stammi vicino

Another print for Anime Midwest! (Which is happening this weekend, so come say hi if you’re attending!) 

I’m so glad I finally was able to draw these two.

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so uh, about aizawa,