elated face

I just had the most random thought that I now really want to happen.

let me set the scene. the squad is at school, as usual, and marinette, for some reason, has alya’s phone. (wouldn’t put it past her to take someone’s phone considering her track record ayy lmao) she’s taking selfies on it, some super cute but most just pulling incredibly dumb faces. 

then, on the cusp of one hella gorgeous photo where she looks like an actual angel, sunshine boy™ adrien agreste comes over from behind with a friendly and slightly awed* “hey marinette!”
(*he’s a one woman man, of course, but dang. she looked real cute in that almost selfie. can ya really blame him?)

she sees him in the phone screen and she’s shook. her expression transforms into one of pure unadulterated joy and somewhere in the seconds that pass instantaneously and yet feel like hours, she captures a photo right then. he’s in the background, looking incredible as always, and her eyes have just shifted toward him, and her expression is lovestruck. like, undeniably so. but something happens in the moment that prevents her from even noticing or looking back on the photo, and she gives alya her phone back later without having even seen said glorious selfie.

then alya. oh, alya. being the wonderful friend and impeccable wingman she is, she spams the squad group chat (bc don’t even try to tell me they don’t have one) with several of marinette’s selfies, pretending to be mad about mari taking her phone. but they’re all stunning photos, of course. and (, of course, ) the one is included. adrien sees the photo and.. oh dang. has this always been a thing? has this always been her beautiful reaction to simply seeing him? is there a reason she’s so happy? and how has he literally never noticed such elation on her face before?

he messages nino immediately. ‘dude. this photo. marinette looks really happy to see me?? I mean, it looks like she does anyway- maybe I’m reading into it. does this mean anything? is she normally this excited to see her friends?’

nino’s reply is instantaneous.

‘dude. DUDE.’


'are you actually that blind? pay attention to her expressions and mannerisms the next time u see her. hopefully you’ll understand. we’ll see.’

he follows nino’s instruction and after surprisingly very little time at all, it hits him like a ton of bricks.

she does not, in fact, act this way around all her friends.

that spark of light in her eyes, that elated smile; those are marinette specials reserved for very few things. raspberry macarons, fashion, and apparently:

“plagg, I think.. I think marinette dupain-cheng likes me.”


yuzuru hanyu in the kiss and cry | yuzuru and 2017 worlds gif collection (1/?)


#just wanted to appreciate the adorableness of Betty & Jughead in this scene. #first Jug’s comment about her as they entered the door. #then Betty’s bouncy hoppity skip as they yelled surprise and that elation on her face. #plus Jughead’s hilarious shock face. #then her proud girlfriend expression when he realises it’s all her plan. #and then her touching his arm when drunk Archie comes over to hug.

“Long Distance” ( Suga Smut)

Originally posted by nnochu

Title: Long Distance

Featuring: Suga (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17 super smut, lots of dirty talk

Summary: Yoongi misses the sound of your voice.

Requested by anon!

“Are you sure you can stay on the phone? You won’t fall asleep?”

Yoongi being so far away was always like slow torture, and you weren’t sure if your nightly phone calls made it better or worse. Tonight he sounded extra lazy after a long day, but insisted on calling you anyhow.

“I’m sure; I just really wanted to hear your voice.”

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*waiting for American Gods to load up*

hub talking to me: I wonder how they’re going to adjust this story for television, because there’s a lot of stuff they’re not going to be able to show.  It’s way too graphic.

Brian Fuller: Hold my beer…


Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: implied smut boiiiii

A/n: just a short little fic I wanted to get out because this idea has been on my mind for ages! I didn’t really put that much effort into this one because I’ll most likely write up a smut version of this ! Newt is such a hot nerd wow

Originally posted by ucresearch

Pretty red lips, hair slightly curled. Tonight you were dolled up and ready to head out for dinner with your friends. Newt bit his lip as he sketched the way you looked tonight, making sure to emphasise the darkness of your eyeliner. He could barely contain himself as he observed you, wand in his mouth, pencil drawing out the curves of your body in that tight-fitting dress. He wasn’t much of an artist, but he made sure to at least capture every rare creature he came across.

“Newt, are you coming?” Queenie chimed as you, Tina and Jacob were filing out the door. You lingered there, your painted nails tapping on the wooden frame as you waited.

“Sorry, I just needed to note something I remembered.” He replied, hoping that he wasn’t blushing under your gaze. He looked down upon his notebook before he closed it up, binding it and throwing it into his suitcase.

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I Get to Love You

Requested by @sgarrett49:  Hi may I please request an Eggsy imagine where instead of the Princess he comes home to/marries the reader? Just snippits of their life together after the events of Golden Circle ex: their honeymoon or them being domestic?
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x female Reader
Warnings: Plot fix-it’s from yours truly to the best of my abilities. A few NSFW references and Eggsy level swearing. *Y/F/N = your full name.
Word Count: 2,082. yikes.

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danerdyturtle  asked:

"I said I love you" for Yuuri and Victor

I hope you wanted an entire 5+1 because… it is an entire 5+1. This one has all the feels… If you wanted a funny one, let me know and I will write another for you!

Canon, In Series just like Quiet Moments Make Us Who We Are

Five Word Prompts – Yup still send them and distract me!


The first time it happens, Victor is standing on the ice watching Yuuri quietly work through the step sequence for the Eros routine. Yuuri’s head is bowed toward the ice, his hands are fluttering next to his body and his movements are subtle as he thinks through whatever is bouncing in his head. Victor is drawn to the way Yuuri looks, the concentrated focus of Yuuri’s eyes paired with the dream-soft actions make up the beautiful contrast of Yuuri Katsuki.

He can’t help it. Yuuri is a constant source of gravitational pull and Victor never has the strength to resist. Gliding next to his skater, Victor reaches out and touches Yuuri’s shoulder. When the smiling brown eyes peer up at him, Victor’s feels his heart skip a beat. Yuuri says something with a blush that Victor can’t hear through the sudden influx of heartbeat drums in his ears

The words are muffled against the gloved fingers Yuuri is drumming against his own lips as he says them again and Victor blinks. “What?” he asks, confused smile on his face.

“Nothing,” Yuuri sighs as he hits play on the remote and slaps it back into Victor’s hand. As the whirl of action begins in front of him, Victor is already forgetting about it.


The crowd was roaring around them. It had been a spur of the moment decision, made as Victor had run toward the opening of the rink. Yuuri had attempted to quad flip, Victor’s heart had quad flipped in his chest, and now all he wanted to do was kiss the hell out of his boyfriend.

He took a single breath, resting on the barrier wall as he heard Yuuri call his name. Bringing his head up, Victor smiled seeing the elation on Yuuri’s face. Then he was leaping, tackling Yuuri onto the ice as Victor tried to protect Yuuri’s head and kiss Yuuri’s lips at the same time. Yuuri tasted of Victor’s chapstick and a hint of salt. It was a taste Victor loved and craved at every moment. Pulling back they exchanged brief words smiling at each other as if no one else existed. In that moment, it was only them, pressed flat on the ice, two hearts beating in syncopated rhythm.

A small skater appeared above them, her grin accompanied with a slight blush to her cheeks. Laughing, Victor stood and carefully pulled Yuuri to his skate-covered feet. Hips banging together, they clumsily made their way off the ice and toward the kiss and cry. Brows coming together, Victor looked down at Yuuri’s smiling face. “Did you say something?” Victor swore he had Yuuri’s voice, but the crowd was still a deafening force around them.

“It’s…” Yuuri trailed off, cheeks becoming scarlet as he shook his head, “thank you.” He finished, wrapping his fingers around Victor’s as they sat down on the bench.


If there was a more stubborn person than Yuuri Katsuki, Victor hadn’t met them. Planting two feet on the ground, Victor wrapped his hands around the comforter on the bed and dragged his skater onto the floor. With a thud, Yuuri hit the ground. Hushed curse words hissed out while Yuuri yanked the blankets from Victor, rolling into the infamous Yuurito.

“Practice, Yuuri,” Victor huffed, his bangs fluttering over his forehead as he bent down over the snuggled lump. “Yuuri, get up, seriously…” Flopping on the ground in defeat, Victor poked Yuuri’s side with his foot. “Honestly…”

Before the rest of Victor’s speech about determination to win and perseverance could tumble from his mouth, he was engulfed by blankets. Yuuri’s warm arms pulled Victor into a cuddle pile on the floor, nuzzling against Victor’s neck with a whisper of words tickling Victor’s collarbone. “Yuuri…” Victor whined, not hearing what was said but giving into his frustrating and adorable boyfriend nonetheless.


The light was filled with glinting gold, reflecting the hints of the same color in Yuuri’s watering eyes. Despite the choir and the ringing bells, Victor felt the world narrow to the two of them, breath catching as Yuuri pulled the glove from Victor’s hand.

Beautiful words, ones that Victor would remember for the rest of his life passed between them. His chest was so full of love, Victor swore Yuuri’s heart had joined his own inside of him. Victor pulled Yuuri into him, holding his favorite person and now his fiancé against him in a silent thank you for everything. When Yuuri looked up, Victor let a single tear slide as the choir began to sing and Yuuri’s lips moved with barely audible sound. Understanding without hearing, Victor leaned down to kiss his love.


Barcelona was filled with thunderous applause as Yuuri struck his final pose in the middle of the ice. He was beautiful and perfect, and Victor wanted to scream about it to anyone who would listen. That was his skater and his fiancé who had skated the most incredible routine and Victor was ready for another Cup of China kiss.

He saw Yuuri hesitate though. Victor noted how Yuuri looked at him, pausing briefly before skating off the ice and into Victor’s arms.

It was their discussion the night before, one that had lasted far too late without finding a resolution that was still between them now. Victor wanted that wall gone, and as soon as Yuuri’s score was announced, he swung the verbal sledge hammer.

Watching Yuuri skate, Victor’s decision had crept in, settling at the front of his mind and tap dancing there until it could escape into Yuuri’s ears. The flush of Yuuri’s cheeks and the bright smile, told Victor his decision was the right one. As Yuuri tucked his chin onto Victor’s shoulder, Victor heard the rush of Japanese words against his ear. He wanted to know what Yuuri was saying, but instantly they were surrounded by reporters and he never got the chance to ask.

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The hallway was dim as Victor stood leaning against the wall. Nerves were not usually a part of his routine before skating, but this program was going to be different. He smiled down at his costume knowing that Yuuri would appear any moment in the blue version.

It had been Victor’s idea, a mind bee buzzing rapidly in his brain as he had waited for Yuuri to return to Japan. Recalling the night in the ice rink, when Victor had first showed Yuuri the bones of the program, a warm feeling flooded his body. He couldn’t wait to see Yuuri now, and regretted his idea about getting dressed in separate parts of the locker room.

“How do I look?”

Victor pushed from the wall. Yuuri looked like a prince in his blue costume with his hair slicked back and his playful smirk pulling at his lips. “Stunning, my love.” Victor closed the distance and pressed his lips to Yuuri’s.

“Victor…” Yuuri pulled back, lacing their fingers together and pulling Victor toward the opening to the rink, “we are going to be late.”

Yuuri was right, but Victor couldn’t resist yanking him back again for one more kiss. Parting with a laugh, their hands stayed intertwined as they took their place at the barrier.

The announcer signaled it was time for Yuuri to take his place. Releasing Victor’s hand, Yuuri skated onto the ice. Before Victor could internally lament about missing his fiancé, Yuuri was racing back towards him. Victor let himself be tugged into Yuuri, the barrier wall uncomfortably smashed between them. Yuuri was saying words in his ear that Victor couldn’t hear and then pulling away to race back to the middle of the ice.

“YUURI!” Victor called, feeling the insatiable need to know exactly what Yuuri had said. “What did you-”

“I said I LOVE YOU!” Yuuri yelled, winking as he set himself in his starting position.

At his place on the side, Victor felt his heart flipping as the tears stung his eyes. The nerves disappeared in a cloud of hearts, and suddenly, Victor couldn’t wait to get on the ice with his Yuuri.

anonymous asked:

Makkachin runs away and Yuuri just happens to be the person who finds him

The rain pounds.

Yuuri bows his head and pulls his hood farther up to try and protect himself, but it’s to no avail. The ink on the pages that he is holding streams down the paper and, realizing that he’d been too caught up in covering himself to cover his precious cargo, he shoves the pages inside his jacket and zips it up. They’re covered in images of a poodle with the words “FOUND POODLE” written in bold, black lettering, but as the water blurs the letters, they become less and less legible.

There goes all of the money he’d spent printing the posters.

He finds shelter underneath an awning outside of a cafe. He’s not far from home, but it feels like a failure to go home with a soaking wet jacket and posters and no progress having been made to find the lost poodle’s home.

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Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams

Part 2/3: Heliophilia

Part 1 - AO3 

A/N: This part made me hate life and everything in it. I’ve re-written it more times that I can count. Sorry for making you wait this long, this didn’t want to come easy at all! I hope at least it’s semi-decent and enjoyable. :) Also, this is 40 something pages long so you might wanna grab some snacks or drinks and make sure you have plenty of time for that disgrace of fanfiction. Anyway, hope you enjoy! 
A/N (2): Later on the chapter, when the steamy action starts, the song that’s playing is Ready For Love by Bad Company. Listening to it will get you more in the mood. ;)
Warning: Rating changed because Serpent Jughead only comes with a lot of sin.

The River Vixens.

Young, beautiful, sanguine, an ornament of fine femininity throughout the entire sports history of the quaint town of Riverdale.

Cheryl Blossom; the Redhead Amazon, the top of the pyramid, the woman in charge, the H.B.I.C. of this squad of model-like beauty and long legs. The leader-born, even though second-born, the rebellious spirit, the cold sweat laced wet dream of every teenage boy that couldn’t make it to her selective list of conquests.

Veronica Lodge; the Midnight Pussycat, the city girl that shook the easy-flowing waters of the town that lay sleeping, the socialite that climbed the school’s social ladder overnight, the cheerleader that got the quarterback in an fairytale adolescent love story that was bound to lead to a June wedding somewhere in Upper East Manhattan.

And then, Betty Cooper; the Ethereal Goddess, the student most-likely to succeed, the trophy daughter, the next-door sweetheart, the old starlet beauty with doe eyes the shade of lush meadows and pouty lips in the prettiest cherry color of Lolita innocence.

The girl that came from a successful line of Coopers. (Hal Cooper, varsity captain of the championship winning football team of 1984, Alice Cooper (nee Smith), vice-captain of the cheerleading squad, Student Body President, Prom Queen, Chic Cooper, head of the school’s newspaper, star football player and top scorer of Riverdale Bulldogs, his jersey with the number 26 still hanging proudly on the school’s gymnasium, Polly Cooper, multiple award winning Mathlete and the first and only cheerleading captain to achieve first place for the River Vixens at the Nationals.)

The girl that had the background and the talent to be Vixen captain but refused because she knew that was her cousin’s childhood dream.

The girl that passed out on last year’s Homecoming, even though she was going to be crowned Queen, to mop over ice-cream with Veronica because Archie was being a dick.

The girl that held Kevin’s hand the first time he came out to his father.

The girl that self-stitched Archie’s practically ruined punching bag, making it better than new.

The girl that wrote an expose about sexual harassment and rape culture flourishing inside the grounds of their high school, a place that was supposed to shape brilliant young minds not deteriorate them.

The girl that co-founded the first high school club of young feminists.

The girl that was volunteering at the Southside.

The girl that stood her ground against a seemingly dangerous but poorly educated Serpent.

The girl that right now was being just a girl, rolling her glorious hips in some tight spandex Nike training shorts in ash grey in coordination with her fellow cheerleaders but better than the rest, sassier, deliciously tantalizing.

Jughead Jones was putty for all the versions of that girl.

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How About That Drink?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendo, mild violence (Sparring)

Word Count:  1097

Summary: Bucky’s your new sparring partner in your group training session

A/N: I don’t know how happy I am with this but I also wanted to get something posted for you guys…Feedback greatly appreciated !!

Your name: submit What is this?

I smirked victoriously as I knocked Tony back down onto the floor for the third time, my knee braced against the middle of his back. He huffed in frustration, managing to turn himself around so he was looking up at me, a disgruntled expression on his face. I laughed, tapping my finger against the middle of his chest. 

“Come on, it’s like you aren’t trying at all.”

I pushed myself back to my feet, helping Tony to stand before lowering myself back down into a fighting stance, a smile playing across my lips. I loved the days where we all trained as a group, being able to use some of the pent up energy that the boxing bag just didn’t get rid of. Steve had us go over multiple techniques and fighting regimes but hand to hand combat - Like Natasha - was my forte.

“Remind me again why we’re all learning this?” Tony grumbled, stretching out his arms while looking at Steve. We’d been on the mat twenty minutes and while I’d knocked him on his ass a few times already, he hadn’t been able to land even his first hit on me.
“Well we don’t all have fancy metal suits to protect us,” Clint replied from the sidelines, Tony glaring in his direction.
“Aw Tony, I’ll go easy on you this time,” I jested. “I promise.”

He mumbled something under his breath before getting back on the mat, lowering himself down into the same stance I’d taken, his fists in front of him as he prepared for my attack. I licked my lips, sending him a quick wink before I launched forward, using his outstretched hands as a foot hold, wrapping my leg around his neck. I used my body weight to try and tip us forward, hoping that Tony would lose his balance but I was surprised when Tony leant back instead, toppling both of us onto the floor, his body on top of mine. I would have been annoyed over not being able to see that coming but the look of elation on Tony’s face was enough to send me into a fit of laughter.

“I did say I’d go easy on you I suppose,” I said as Tony helped me back to my feet.
“Easy? Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t even see that coming.”
He ruffled my hair affectionately before stepping off the mats, grabbing his water bottle as he sat down. I turned back to Steve.
“Who am I going against now?”
“I’d go,” Clint joked from his seat. “But that just wouldn’t be fair on you y/n/n, wouldn’t want it to be an uneven fight.”
“Come show me what you got Barton,” I replied, cocking one of my eyebrows. “I’d have that smirk wiped off your face in seconds.”

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A Different Version of Heaven

Request: “Helloooo could I please get a Credence x reader where they have (what I can only describe as) ‘holy fuck I missed you’ sex? Like one of them went away & when they come back & they’re alone it’s all desperate & passionate & they can’t keep their hands off each other?”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut (duh)

A/n: ok idk why but I have this headcanon that Credence and his gf would move to the country after being together for ages so that he could escape the big city so yeah their house is like in a very peaceful farming district.

Newt gave you a hug goodbye, his tired eyes filled with appreciation as he lugged himself back into the taxi. You had just returned from a long trip to Africa, assisting the Magizoologist in his endeavours there. It had to be about 3am, and you expected to find your boyfriend sound asleep. But before you could even knock on the door to your house, it swung open, revealing a tear-filled Credence. For a second he stood there, taking you in, while the quiet whistle of the night breeze filtered through the trees on your property. Then in an instant he had engulfed you, sobbing silently into your shoulder, holding you so tight that it was a struggle to breathe.

But you didn’t care, you didn’t need air when you had him. So you dropped your bags, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your entire body to him. It was a wordless hello, but neither of you needed to utter a sound to portray how much you had missed each other. After what seemed like a good ten minutes, Credence loosened his grip slightly, a bright smile on his face.

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Across the Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty-Seven

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up

Considering the speed of the royal carriages, it was impressive, in Odin’s opinion, just how fast word of mouth got back to the people of the city, telling the people that the commoner partner of the second prince really did exist, she was not just some fairytale or rumour and was adored by the royal family. The court knew of her, of course, they gossiped about her constantly for the first few weeks, but with no sign of her after that, they began to assume Loki had gotten what he wanted from her or that they had parted ways by other means, but the common people had never been told, they were never told such things. When the two carriages came inside the city boundaries, the people watched them closely, looking especially to the second less ornate one, since that was where they knew Ariella would be. They had heard about her, now they wanted to see if they could see her, but Loki ensured they could see nothing, though both he and Ariella were intrigued by their curiosity.

‘Did they send messengers galloping to the city?’ Loki scoffed as the carriage went in the palace gates before pulling up outside.

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beautiful // jonah marais

request: hey!! i’d like to request a jonah imagine where y/n is feeling a lil insecure and like she asks jonah why he loves her and they like lay down on the couch or the bed and cuddle up as he tells her??

uh i may have gone too far? idk bc the request said a lil insecure but i kinda went really far with that. despite that, i love this so so much. basically it goes deep but then it gets fluffy. but i hope y’all enjoy!

triggers: cyberbullying/hate comments, self-destructive thoughts, cursing.

y/n sighed as she stared in the bathroom mirror, the comments from only a few hours earlier invading her thoughts.

y/n doesn’t deserve jonah.

y/n is too way ugly for jonah.

y/n is such a fucking bitch, jonah needs to find a new girl.

y/n will never be good enough for jonah.

tears pricked at y/n’s eyes, taking every bit of her self control to keep from sobbing her eyes out. she took a deep breath, trying her hardest to push the negative thoughts from her brain, but to no avail.

never good enough. never good enough. never good enough.

the phrase echoed through y/n’s head, spinning her brain around in circles. y/n’s eyes picked out every detail on her body, from her hair down to her feet. the stretch marks, the freckles, the scars. every imperfection was amplified a thousand times in her eyes. tears began trailing down her face, causing y/n to hastily wipe them away.

no, they’re not worth your tears. you’ve never let the hate get to you before, why is it getting to you now? you’re better than this.

she thought, but the tears kept on coming in steady streams. y/n gripped the edge of the sink, trying desperately to keep herself standing. 

jonah deserves better than you. you will never be good enough.

her body seemed to fail her as her legs buckled. y/n’s back slid against the sink cabinet, the cold bite of the tile stinging her thighs.

months upon months of hate came crashing on y/n like a tidal wave, sweeping her off her feet and into the deep dark ocean.

y/n’s hand was clamped over her mouth in an effort to suppress her heavy sobs, her body shaking with emotion. she hiccuped loudly, feeling her chest compress tightly. her breath raced, y/n fiercely trying to control herself.

“y/n? baby? are you okay?” jonah’s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

y/n opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was another whimper.

“baby? please open the door,” the doorknob jiggled, reminding y/n that she had locked it earlier to prevent a situation like this from happening. she stayed in the same position, her body still racking with emotion. she couldn’t even bring herself to lift her hand up to unlock the door.

“babe? you’re scaring me. please just open the door,” when all she responded with was more cries,  his fist knocked on the door several times, getting increasingly louder with each knock. jonah grew frustrated, violently jerking the doorknob until it finally unlocked.

jonah flung the door open, his eyes searching wildly for the form of his girlfriend. his eyes softened immediately once he saw the shaking frame of y/n, himself immediately getting on his knees.

“baby? please look at me,” he spoke softly, taking his own hand and placing it on her thigh. she slowly lifted her head up, revealing her puffy eyes and bloodshot irises. tear tracks streaked her cheeks, the warm drops still running down her face.

jonah lifted his hand off her thigh and rested it on her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears. he felt his heart break at the sight of the love of his life in the state she was in.

“what happened?” he asked, looking directly into her tear-stricken eyes. she took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. but having jonah there made it much easier to do so.

“i was reading the comments on your latest instagram photo,” she mumbled, thinking of the adorable photo jonah had posted of himself kissing her cheek. it was a complete candid, with both of them having elated expressions on their faces. the negative comments entered her brain again, a new wave of tears forming in her eyes. she didn’t even have to finish her sentence for jonah to understand what she was talking about.

“no, baby. never listen to those people. i love you more than anyone could possibly imagine. come here,” he stood up, taking her hand and helping her stand up. they stood in front of the mirror, with y/n’s back pressed against jonah’s chest. “if anything, i don’t deserve you,” he continued. “i mean look at you, you’re beautiful,” he pointed towards the mirror. y/n had a puzzled expression on her face, for all she could see when she looked in that mirror was all the hate and negativity. “and i love every single thing about you,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“i love your hair,” he kissed the top of her head. “your eyes, your lips, your skin, your nose,” he pressed kisses all over her face, causing a small smile to begin to form. “i love your arms, your legs, your torso,” he pressed light kisses onto her neck. “i love every single freckle and scar and mark on your body,” he smiled down at her, sending warmth through her veins.

“i love the way you laugh, the way you smile. i love the way you blush when you’re embarrassed and the way you bite your lip when you concentrate. i love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you love. i love how the crinkles by your eyes appear when you smile. i love how you care so much about others, no matter what they do to you. i love the way you hand fits perfectly in mine. i love how when we kiss, it’s like nothing else in the whole world matters.” jonah paused for a moment before continuing.

“i love each and every flaw and imperfection, because to me, they’re perfect. i love you for you, and no amount of hate will ever change that,” by the end of his speech, y/n was crying again. but this time, she was crying at the beauty of his words.

“i love you so much,” she whispered softly to him, leaning up and kissing him. she poured her heart out into the kiss like he did with his words, unadulterated love and passion being conveyed through their embrace.

slowly they pulled away from each other, looking into each other’s eyes. smiles graced their features as they stood there, in the middle of the bathroom.

“can we go cuddle?” she asked him, being met with an enthusiastic nod and a smile. hand in hand they walked to the bedroom, promptly collapsing onto the bed into each other’s arms. she kissed him again, this time with a smile on her face.

“you’re the best thing to ever happen to me,” she told him honestly. he smiled at her, warmth filling both their hearts.

“and you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

Oral Exam

Summary: Dan shows off his oral skills.

Warning: Blowjob, Dirty Talk, teacher!Phil, student!Dan

Word Count: 1,372

A/N: Everyone in this story is of legal age. Still, don’t shag your teachers kids.

I just want to say thanks to @sarcellesonja and everyone else who helped me fix this fic. Thanks for the help. Loves!

I wrote a fic similar to this one, but with teacher!Dan and student!Phil. You can find it here.


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Phil sits behind his desk. His classroom sits empty. He glances up at the clock. He takes a deep breath and attempts to focus on the papers sitting in front of him. The door will open soon and Phil isn’t sure he’s ready.

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anonymous asked:

Hello my dear Ea. I hope you would consider expanding your fanfictions to the Six of Crows fandom. Your writing is the brainchild of Leigh Bardugo and Sarah J. Maas. Bardugo's dark, complex, heavy to Maas's intricate, ambiguous, and misted writing styles impregnate your own style. The Six of Crows fandom is very quiet, and I'd think you'd be the perfect one to help it rise up. The Dregs could use a Wraith-like writer like you.

Dear anon: I hope this lived to your expectations, as it has to mine. I need a major refresher on Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom, as they are one of the rare books I am currently not hoarding in my library. If you want to send me details and summaries of this fandom, I beg of you so I can focus more on other relationships and scenes, rather than this futuristic one. The offer extends to everyone as well. Thank you for the prompt idea.

He was starved. Not for the grains of sustenance, but for something much deeper. An elusive abstract thought that knocked quite concretely against his heart and roared in his mind. 

Crooked Crow

The sky was bleeding.

Not the clear droplets of the salted water churned over cycles of time through shifting, phasing forms—but the thick, crimson cursed and created lifeblood of the slowly deceased and tortured mutilated.

Kaz Brekker leaned against his cane, staring at the scarlet sea that had gathered near the port, swarming into the crashing of waves of the roaring ocean.

Behind him, his crew celebrated in their houses, the tinkering of the glasses clinking and whisper of shared laughs and easy smiles filling the sordid rooms. In front of him, the Bastard of the Barrel imagined the ghost of a ship reigned through the infested seas of crime, a congregation for the crooked.

It was that one ship that held a chipped crack of his heart. It was that one ship that crushed the crooked. It was that one ship that carried his one facet he needed to continue—other than greed.

The scent of the rotten bodies did not drive him from the pier when the thin thread of hope of the ship docking held him firmly. The lines of blood pooling around his shoes did not have him walking away, but rather rooted in position. The overhaul of loneliness chained him to the pier.

For living life of emptiness had satiated his brain, but never his soul. His desires, long suppressed, a facet of one of his oppressed for the cravings for more and more riches. For too long had his dream of bathing in golds and silver and diamonds and crystals been fulfilled, leaving the blowing wind’s whisper of what else could their possibly be?

Surmounting over challenges from Van Eck’s heist to infiltration the Ice Prison…the days of the impossible had been checked.

Except one impossible did escape from him. Right from his fingertips, and could have been captured by the words ripping from his mouth.

“I will have you without your armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

The sound of true elation, of his heart thrumming an answering beat—the source of hope and soothing had dissipated upon that sailing ship—a forged weapon to make a difference, to bring down slavers and the wrongdoers that had wronged her and her mandate.

He was fooling himself. He didn’t give a damn about the ship. He only cared about the captain of the ship.

Inej Ghafa.

The Wraith.

The only Suli he believed that existed.

A shadowed, nimble shape crossed through the dampened mist and polluted fog.

Air left his lungs, and the Bastard of the Barrel untucked a handkerchief out of his pocket.

The shape emerged through the blur, an avenging angel of darkness with a mission of lightness.

Stepping out of the puddles of red, the Bastard of the Barrel wiped away the liquid-ruby coating the edges of his shoes.

The shape crested the end of the dock, the sound of the engine hissing towards its final gasp of air.

Strolling towards the very edge, the Bastard of the Barrel welcomed The Wraith with a calculated charm emanating from his inked body.

The shape shuddered to a stop, the sound of the platform slamming into the port. Shouts of victory from the latest conquest filled his ears, but he filtered through each sound until he heard that mystic laughter he could drink on till his sorrows drowned away.

When the first feminine figure stalked down the ramp with a panther’s agile, Kaz Brekker welcome Inej Ghafa home.

“Your…your ankle is fine?” Kaz Brekker rasped out.

Inej slowly turned her head at the man who had never learned what it was to be a child, to become the master and monster of the darkness, and thrived on the cunning and feral side of nature’s vices.

“Only a scar.” She tilted her head, and curled her legs into the office’s balcony. “Another reminder.”

“Is he dead?”

“Six feet under, strung and gutted.”

A grim smile. “Good.”

Silence fell upon them, and Inej looked back out the window where the moon faintly shone her beams onto the ghastly settlements, sticks and woods and stones fortified as a testament to the already weak will to survive.

Footsteps crossed the threshold, and a towering figure stood next to her small yet sturdy frame. She blinked up into the grayish rays.

A hand touched the top of hers, and it took years of vigorous training and restrained silence to not jolt.

If she looked down at the cold skin touching hers, he would most likely withdraw. So Inej made the bold decision to lean her head against his chest, soaking in his presence that had filled her past and present, and perhaps her future.

Kaz seemed to be walking the same path as she, as he slipped down onto the balcony next to her, wrapping hesitant arms around her waist. Inej swore she could feel the saints smiling down on her as the male tucked her under his chin, nimble fingers stroking her hair.

They said nothing as they stared out into the tranquility of oblivion in which Inej could detect the traces of music.

“Is there a celebration?” she said almost accusingly.

The fingers against her hair stopped. “Is this not one?”

“Saints, Kaz,” Inej drew a breath. “I thought Jesper or Nina were avoiding me.”

A heartbeat later, Kaz’s fingers resumed their ministrations. “That’s not possible. To merely not want to have you—” He fumbled with the words, shifting his weight slightly. “You are my Saint, Inej Ghafa. And I am the King of the Dregs.”

“Not Wraith?”

Inej didn’t need to turn around see the crooked smile when she already knew the man who had risen from the darkest holes of penury and violence to form an invisible empire of loyalty and creed.

“Is there a Suli proverb preventing you from being both?” The coldness of his touches kissed her exposed skin, sending flickers of warmth to every pore.

“I don’t think Saints are killers, Kaz,” she mused.

Silence. Then:

“You removed my gloves, saw my sins, and revealed the fallen,” Kaz said, his voice sandpaper. “Not all Saints arose because of holiness.”

“Kaz Brekker, what are you saying?”

From the fringes of vision, he knew that he would not his fairytale with Brody. From yesterday’s excursion resulting in today’s bloodshed, he knew that he had his years long vengeance completed. From today’s knowledge, Pekka Rollin’s strung and gutted body meant a chance at what Nina had so often preached, what Jesper claimed he fought for.

Inej gasped as a flutter and storm of crows streamed from the office, a flurry of darkness and softness, feathers beating into the night. When the sullen atmosphere fell calm again, Kaz had set her on her feet, where the rest of the crew—Jesper, Nina, Matthias, and Wylan—stood at the door frame, empty cages hanging from their arms.

Nina’s sweet sound of laughter warmed the room, Matthias staring not at the fact Inej was in Kaz’s embrace, but at the Grisha’s face of elation and contentedness. As Jesper grinned at Wylan’s red face, Kaz leaned down to Inej’s ear, his lips brushing her skin.

“You are not just my Saint,” Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, whispered. “But my salvation.”

Soft Kitty Gabe

((AN: This is a commission I received from a dear friend. The concept is much like in Loveless, everyone in the world is born with cat ears and tails that are lost when you lose your virginity. Unbeknownst to most of the world, there is a reason Gabriel Reyes always wears that beanie of his. This focuses on a more dominant reader with a slightly more subby Gabe. Sorry I’m horrible at summaries >0<))

It had been a full year since you had joined the reputable international peacekeeping organization known as Overwatch. A little more than a year since you had stopped hiding your own ears and tail. And only five minutes since you had discovered that the Commander of Blackwatch still had his tails and ears, just like you.  

It was common knowledge that everyone in the world was born with two sets of ears, two regular human ears on either side of the head and two fully functioning sets of cat eats on the very top of the head. A tail matched the coloring of the ears, but unlike your feline counterparts, the tail was fully prehensile, able to move and lift and hold things at the owner’s whim. One’s ears and tails were an important part of their person, in your opinion, something that’s with you from the first day of life before, more often than not, being lost in a puberty-induced moment of ‘passion’. Biologist still hadn’t provided an answer, but after one lost their virginity, the blood flow to the ears and tails would slowly diminish before they would completely fall off.

It was considered a badge of honor in high school to lose one’s ears and tails, teens eager to brag about losing their ‘baby’ ears and finally being ‘grown up’. You hadn’t subscribed to that school of thought, your parents emphasizing that it wasn’t the time you’d lose them but who you’d lose them with and how you’d feel after losing them. So instead of rushing, you waited. From high school graduation to joining the military during the Omnic Crisis before eventually joining Overwatch, you held a fond inert captivation with your ears and tail. Still, you had grown used to hiding them, covering them easier than dealing with the constant social backlash.  Scarves, hats and bows masked your ears, your tail often wrapped around your waist, covered by long shirts or skirts or baggy pants. But when you had joined Overwatch, you had decided it was time for a change, decided you were tired of constantly withholding a piece of yourself away from others. On your first day of work, with bated breath, you had reported to Commander Reyes with your head unwrapped and tail free.

While his eyes had lingered on you that day, something you had nervously noted,he hadn’t treated you any differently than anyone else that had fallen under his command. That should have been your first sign that the Blackwatch Commander was different, you instead reading it that the man valued his sense of professionality over the shock value at someone still having their ears and tail. Over the thirteen months you had been with Blackwatch you had formed a playfully flirtatious camaraderie with Commander Reyes, or Gabi as you had taken to calling him off the clock or in private. It had started subtly, a quick tongue and good-hearted humor something you had always relied on to deflect any of the cruel humor that was tossed your way. Gabriel almost instantaneously reacted back, the two of you never giving the other an inch.

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He Is Heaven

Request: “How bout some nice PASSIONATE sex with Kylo? Like you’ve been with him for a few months, but he’s always so distant and withdrawn, but with great understanding and patience from you, he’s now opening up more–especially in the bedroom where he’s able to convey his affections better physically rather than verbally. hell yeah hell yeah”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1940

Warnings: smut… 

A/n: I DIE FOR ROMANTIC KYLO AHHH SORRY BYE also wtf this turned really poetic-ish at the end but I’m kinda really digging it? Lemme know what you guys think! x

Originally posted by kylorenlovesme

Your hands slid across each other as you passed in the hallway. You frowned, turning back to the tall shrouded figure as your gripped a crumpled-up piece of paper in your hand. Kylo continued walking without peeking back to see your reaction. Under his menacing mask he wore a playful grin.

You unfolded the paper, wondering why it needed to be passed in secrecy. It wasn’t as if your relationship with the knight of Ren was being concealed from anyone, so you considered the act to be quite strange. The note was written messily, but your eyes flicked firstly to the wonky heart drawn at the bottom of the page. You then began to read.


Please meet me at my quarters in 5 minutes. I have a surprise.

- Kylo

You couldn’t help but let out an excited giggle at the out-of-character note, clutching it to your heart as you twirled on your feet, heading straight for Kylo’s room. Once you arrived, you rocked on your heels impatiently. A familiar protocol droid then passed by the hallway, and you engaged in light conversation as you waited. A couple minutes passed as you spoke, then suddenly you were engulfed in large arms from behind, being picked up and spun around. You let out a surprised squeak, but once you realised it was Kylo who held you, you burst into a wide grin.

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