A short story based off a conversation I had with @warriorsredux discussing river spirits and “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”. Thanks to them for answering a lot of questions and giving me a little advice.
We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.
‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’
I was perplexed how could he not see why?
‘I love you because you’re you.
I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.
I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.
I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.
I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.
I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.
I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.
I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.
I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.
I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.
I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’
I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.
The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.
Hello, hellooooo! It took me a while but I DID IT! I really do hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think! All the love, B xx
The smell of booze is in the air and the music is pounding loudly, much to your discontent. The blinding light of your phone’s screen tells you it’s half past four in the morning and you are done. Done with your drunk friends, done with the loud music, done with your feet hurting in your heels, done with your restrictive outfit, you are just… done.
Harry, standing at the other side of the room, clad in his white dress shirt and dress pants, is looking dishevelled, with his hair a mess and his cheeks blushed, the result of the mixture of the alcohol he’s consumed and the heat of the stuffy club. You can see he’s tired, his eyes in slits as his fingers get a little looser around the glass in his hand. His friends, however, are not and he can’t say no to them for the life of him, especially when he was the sole reason as to why all of you were out for the night.
Having sold out his first solo tour in a matter of minutes, his friends had decided to take him out for a night on the town to celebrate the accomplishment and you, being one of his closest friends, couldn’t miss it. He’d told you he’d need someone to take him home and who were you to deny him? You were used to it by now.
It was always the same routine: the two of you would go out and by the end of the night, his fingers would be gripping to yours as you guided his drunk self out through the back doors of whatever club you had gone to, towards the town car he hired for the night, his head resting on your lap as soon as the door closed behind you. That was the routine and everyone knew it and it was why, wherever Harry was, you were there too.
But think about parents!Hinny like Easy A’s parents.
Ginny: I had a similar situation when I was your age. I had a horrible reputation. Lily L: Why? Ginny: Because I snogged a whole bunch of people. Mostly guys. Lily L: Mum!
Harry: I’d take a bullet for you, you know that. Right between the eyes. I would slit my throat rather than say something to someone that you didn’t want me to say. Lily L: That’s not necessary, Dad, but that is comforting. Ginny: You know, I dated a homosexual once. For a long time, actually… a “long” time… Lily L: Tell me you didn’t marry and have children with him.
I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see
Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it
too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve
“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some
and holding out his arms.
“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.
“You’re gonna drop me!”
“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider
now and motioning for Misha to move.
“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”
“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”
“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a
whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.
“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from
somewhere behind the monitors.
“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time,
with an urgent look on his face.
Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing
one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.
They both immediately tumble to the ground.
“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”
“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily
towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.
Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re
supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”
“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be
“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside,
bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight
in the air.
“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the
same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”
Jensen quickly drops Misha again.
Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a
mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.
And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his
muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.
“Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward
across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying
a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”
Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is
why I fell for you in the first place.”
He’s prepared to be dropped this time,
and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.
“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.
“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees
as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”
A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all
Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone
just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”
Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs
to lay off the pizza!”
“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says
suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.
“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just
eager to get this scene over with.
“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way
Jared is carrying me!”
“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.
“You know exactly
why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil!
You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it
Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a
Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”
Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily
rubbing his temples behind the monitor.
“Are we ready yet?”
“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at
Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.
“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it
sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.
“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into
Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from
smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get
“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my
dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”
“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.
“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.
“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try
this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”
Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here
if you need me.”
“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness
all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.
Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other
side of the set.
Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s
Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.
With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in
Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of
the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.
“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move
his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.
“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very
“You sure?” Misha asks again.
“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.
Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”
Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.
“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”
“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.
“Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.
“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”
“Well, I need to hold onto something!”
“You need to hold onto my ass?”
“It’s got the most grip.”
“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to
laugh, squirming a little and it eventually throws Jensen off balance.
“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha
rolling dramatically onto the ground.
“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he
might just burst.
“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha
is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re
just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”
With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the
overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on
the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!” and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity
that he’s just lost.
As someone who loves snakes, I really love Snake. Of course that also means I really love his snakes, and as someone who’s always been kind of a biology nerd, I thought to try my hand at classifying them. This was honestly really fun to do, and I hope some of you enjoy it!
…. says Keats.
Starting with my personal favorite, Emily is without a doubt a kingsnake, and if we want to go further she’s most likely a red milk snake. The distinctive pattern, bands of yellow and black on red, are actually a trademark of many kingsnake species. This clever disguise is used to mimic the venomous coral snake, keeping predators away.
Some fun kingsnake lore, these constrictors got their name because they hunt and consume other snakes when given the opportunity. They even hunt rattlesnakes, and have a high immunity to their venom.
Next we have Oscar, who is most definitely a red-tailed green ratsnake. Don’t be fooled by the name, their tails are typically not red, but a light brown. Oscar was also very easy to identify, the tail and the cute blue tongue really gave it away.
Interestingly, this species is known for having quite the attitude when kept in captivity, which I find translates well into Oscar’s cheeky personality. These snakes are also exceptional hunters, waiting in treetops to strike birds in mid-flight.
My second favorite noodle, Donne, is a tiny little thing called a blind snake. At first I thought he might be a worm snake, but the length and lack of eyes made me reconsider (blind snakes have very small rudimentary eyes that are barely visible, especially from a distance). These little cuties are harmless, and indeed small enough to sit on the human ear, at only 8 cm long (they can grow up to 16 cm, but not usually).
This dazzling noodle here is a corn snake, but not just a corn snake. Goethe is partially albino! If the striking fluorescent orange coloring and pretty pink eyes weren’t enough, he’s got a lovely pattern that certainly screams “creamsicle” to me.
Unlike Oscar, corn snakes make lovely pets with even temperaments, second only to ball pythons (though I guess I’m a little biased).
Unlike Goethe, Keats is completely albino… which made pinpointing him a little difficult. It also doesn’t help that he has no patterning whatsoever. So, going by the shape of his face and his total size, I’d say Keats is most likely an albino gopher snake.
This one was a little tricky, despite his pattern it was difficult to pinpoint what Wordsworth could possibly be. After mulling it over, I realized he’s a corn snake. Though the pattern might look a little different, it follows the same rule, and the head and pupil shape match.
A good rule of thumb, if the pupil is round and the head is small, it’s most likely a constrictor. Venomous snakes tend to have slit pupils and skinny necks (and big fat heads). This helps identifying to some degree.
Wilde is a big ol’ snake most people know, a boa constrictor. As far as they go, he’s certainly tiny, but his face and body shape are near identical (the pear shaped head is pretty indicative of large constrictors).
Despite being fairly small for a boa, Wilde is still a hefty snake, and would probably weigh upwards of 20-27 kg. That’s a lot to hold on your shoulders!
Unlike the rest of Snake’s snakes, Webster stands out in that he’s the only venomous one here. His pattern, bright yellow eyes, and slit pupils all indicate that he’s a copperhead. Another difference between venomous and non-venomous snakes, the fangs are only prominent in venomous snakes (non-venomous snakes don’t need to pump venom, so their teeth are smaller and hook-shaped). Despite being a pit viper, copperhead’s venom has a low potency, and the snake themselves are considered none aggressive.
Despite searching through almost every arc and skimming through the ovas, the only panels I’ve found of Bronte were of absolutely no help… I can’t even fathom what he might be. He is… a mystery.
Summary: There’s quite possibly nothing you hate more than Min Yoongi and his stupid, stupid face—and the stupid, stupid way he makes you feel. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut, Camp Counselor AU Word Count: 11,371 Author’s Note: What better way to celebrate the summer than to mix Min Yoongi and camp counseling? Also, this is my first time getting to write really sarcastic Yoongi and I was really living. And to @minsvga – hEY thanks for encouraging sarcastic Yoongi in the first place, and lots of sinning; this is all your fault.
As soon as you step off the bus at the top of the mountain, surrounded by trees and forest and the fresh smell of pine, miles and miles away from your family and the troubles of everyday life—there is without a doubt in your mind that you’re reached your home. The sun is bright, hitting your eyes as soon as you depart from the vehicle, which only serves as a benchmark for what the next few weeks would consist of. And for the most part, you cannot wait to bask in the freedom and the responsibility and the adventure of resuming your counselor position at Camp Bulletproof for the fourth year in a row.
There’s an endearing aspect of being a regular at Camp Bulletproof, one that comes with smiles and waves exchanged with counselors who share the same experience as you, ones you’ve known for many years and have a friendship that can transcend the fact that you all didn’t see each other a lot more than you actually saw each other but that doesn’t stop any of you from spending hours on end supplying backstories for stories or sharing tales from school. It’s a gesture that is done very willingly given that some of these people have plagued your childhood and some of your most fond memories. For the most part, you can’t wait until after hours so the counselors could all have some time to catch up.
Request by: @iamaquackson Summarized:Tom and the Reader get into a fight and then… HOT MAKEUP SEX.
Warnings: SMUTTTT, Swearing cause it’s the best and Tom does IRL :,) DID I MENTION SMUT? SO IF YOU’RE BOTHERED PLS DON’T BOTHER READING.
Word Count: HELLA LONG 2,500 + Felt in a descriptive mood in the beginning x)
A/N: I reached 1.7k today OMG THANKS FAM FOR ALL THE LOVE & SUPPORT
Tonight you were going out to a club with Tom and Harrison. You couldn’t wait for a drink, it’d been a long day and you needed it. Tom had an interview and wanted to go out to drink. Harrison was with him today and it was always fun with the both of them.
You were currently getting ready for tonight looking through your closet. Sliding the hangers to the side as you looked at some of Tom’s favorite things he liked you to wear. You were getting laid tonight after not seeing him for two weeks. It was going to happen, you needed it.
The dress you picked was a black short dress that fit you perfectly. You called it the holy grail dress cause Tom’s hands are all over you whenever you wear it. Slipping it on you look at yourself in the mirror. Turning around to see it hugging your ass , a grin on your face at the sight. Reaching for your heels you set them on the floor. Bending over you pick up the heel that tipped over.
“Fucking hell, you’re wearing the dress” Tom’s voice comes from behind you making you look. His gaze is glued to your barely covered ass.
“Yeah I am, now lets go and have fun” you smile slipping on your heels and walking out of the closet. Tom quickly following behind you smacking your ass hard. A yelp leaves your lips as you see your boyfriend run towards the front door.
“Bitch!” you shout at him rubbing the stinging feeling away.
“Jerk!” He sticks his tongue out at you before opening the door.
The music vibrated to your bones as you danced along to the music. Your feet were aching but you were not taking these expensive heels off. A smile on your face as you danced with Tom. His hands slid down your body from starting at your breasts down to your hips. You could feel how hard he was as you were grinding against him.
Your back was against firm chest as your hips swayed to the beat. Harrison was in the corner making out with some random red haired girl. A few people recognized Tom but haven’t bothered him. Women stared at him like he was a piece of meat. Turning around in his arms you pull his shirt. Crashing your lips against his in a needy kiss. His hand caresses your face as his other grips your ass tightly.
A small moan leaves your lips as he lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. Tom bites your lower lip tugging it a bit. Tangling your fingers in his curls pulling them a bit. Tom lets your leg go once Harrison walks over with the red haired girl.
You were left panting in Tom’s arms as him and Harrison yelled at each other to hear each other. Giving up of trying to hear each other the four of you walk back over to the seating area. The red haired girl holding onto Harrison, her eyes practically eye fucking him. Your lips were red and tingly from the intense makeout session with Tom.
“Mate, we’re going to head out.. see you for our workout sesh tomorrow” Harrison hugs Tom before walking away with the girl.
“I n-need a drink, I’ll be back baby” you kiss Tom on lips before walking away from him. You head over to the bar pushing through the crowd of people. Making your way to the bar you grab a bartenders attention. Holding onto the bar for support due to your feet aching.
“What can I get you,it’s on the house” He grins looking down at you, jesus he’s tall. He sends you a wink leaning against the bar counter. Smiling up at him you ask him for two shots of tequila and a Corona.
Pouring the shots for you he sets them down. You take them quickly biting into the lime that was placed beside the glasses on a small dish. He hands you the beer that you gladly take. Taking a couple of sips sighing from the feeling of the alcohol buzzing through your system.
Holding the beer as you make your way back to see something that makes your blood boil. Another woman was with Tom, her hands all over him. His eyes widen when he sees your figure behind her. Before he can even say anything you yank her hair pulling her backwards.
Pulling down so she falls on her ass, her stiletto breaking from the fall. Her face holds fear as she tries to get up. You place your heel on her chest making her stop moving. The look in her eyes held fear , people around you started to form.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are but if I ever see you around Tom again I won’t stop from breaking a bottle on your whore head” your tone full of venom as you pour your beer down on her face. She struggles but your heel digs into her chest making her cry in pain. Her coughing as she choked on the alcohol filled the air.
“Babe, stop people are recording” Tom pulls your arm pulling you off the woman. Turning around you get out of his grasp throwing your empty beer bottle on the ground. The glass shattering flying in different directions.
“I’m leaving Tom” your eyes filling with tears as you shove people out of the way. Your legs shakily walking as fast as they could towards the entrance. Tom calling after you making you grit your teeth.
Walking out into the chilly night air made your buzz end immediately. The wind blows your hair behind your hair behind your shoulders. You knew where Tom lived and would walk until you could get an uber or something. The sound of your heels clicking filled the London air. A shiver running down your spine as another gush of wind blew by.
A car was slowly driving next to you as you walked. Looking over to see Tom’s Audi slowly driving next to you. The window rolling down to show Tom looking at you. Cars were lining up behind him but you didn’t care.
“Darling,get in the car please!”Tom begs as you keep walking down the sidewalk. You couldn’t even stand to look at his face right now.
The car stops and Tom gets out causing cars to honk. He walks over to you lifting you over his shoulder effortlessly. Damn his strength. Your legs thrashing as he carried you to the Audi.
Opening the car door he tosses me into the back seat .Locking the door till he gets to his side of the car. Unlocking it he gets in keeping it locked making you pout in the back seat. The whole car ride home was dead silent.
“She was all over you Tom” you rip your hand out of his. If you could see a color it would be red. He knew how you felt when you went out together. She was practically grinding on him.
“Wait, are you going to blame me? You’re not as innocent as you think darling” Tom seethes walking into right after you. Snapping your head in his direction so fast your hair flipped over your shoulder. Your eyes narrowing into slits over at your boyfriend.
“Fucking excuse me? ” You snap walking up to him poking his toned chest with your maroon acrylic nail. Is he trying to seriously turn this on you?
“You were practically flirting with the bartender for drinks, don’t think I didn’t see..” Tom’s posture changing into a tense stance. His face held anger just like yours.You didn’t even flirt with the bartender? What the fuck.
“Fuck you Holland” you slap him across the face leaving a handprint on his cheek. The slap hurting your hand cause part of your palm hit his jawline. Adrenaline pumping through your veins watching as Tom’s chest rose up and down quicker.
“Fuck you” he grits out through his teeth. Your hand was trembling as you reached for the ring on your left hand. Taking it off you throw it at his chest making it ricochet off somewhere else.
“Take your ring Tom, I knew you weren’t ready to commit” tears were falling down your cheeks as you head towards the bedroom. Anxiety was flowing through you as you headed towards the closet. Kicking off the heels Tom got you and reaching for your suitcase.
“Angel, please it wasn’t what you thought, I swear I didn’t even have my hands on her… She was so damn perss-”
“We’re fucking engaged Tom and you even let her get near you like that?” you laugh grabbing clothes and throwing them in the suitcase. Fear was sketched over his features as he watched you pack. You two have never gotten into a heated argument like this, let alone pack a bag.
“Angel,listen to me dammit!” Tom grips your body pulling it to his. Feeling his hands cup your cheeks making you look at him. Your eyes lowering to his lips as he talked but you tuned him out. Gripping his head pulling his face to yours pressing your lips against his.
Your mouths move in a perfect sync as he pushes your body against the wall. A gasp leaves your lips when your back hits the wall. Tom takes the advantage of sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand lifting your leg around his waist.
“T-Tom” you moan out as his lips move to your neck. The feeling of him sucking the skin made your knees weak and you dripping wet. That is your weak spot and he knows it.
His hands reach behind you unzipping the dress letting it fall down to the floor. Your body naturally chilled when the air touches your skin. His body heat instantly warming your skin up. His lips leave a trail down your body leaving you a breathless mess.
Watching as he slid your thong down your thighs . Stepping out of them he throws them to the side. Lifting your leg above his shoulder you place your hands on the wall for some kind of support. Lord knows you’re going to need it.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful..” His voice low with arousal as he kisses the inside of your thigh. Feeling his lips moving slowly towards where you wanted him the most. He bites the inside of your thigh making your head tilt back.
“I-I’m still mad at y-” your sentence being cut off by his tongue licking up your slit swirling around your clit. A moan fills the air as you grip onto his curls. Looking down he sends a wink up at you making your legs wobble. His fingers sliding into your dripping pussy as he slowly pumps them in and out of you.
“Still mad at me Angel?” he asks giving your clit a kiss,still pumping his fingers in and out of you picking up a faster pace. The eye contact between the two of you made your breath hitch in your throat. Your hips were moving involuntarily needing more than just his fingers.
“F-Fuck Tom I-I” you couldn’t even form a sentence. Gripping his curls as pleasure builds up inside of you. Your stomach tightens as you feel the urge to cum.
His fingers withdrawing from inside you making a whimper escape your lips. Tom lifts you up carrying you to the bed. Laying you down on the soft black comforter. He strips himself of his shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Sliding his shirt off letting it fall to the floor behind him. Your eyes watching his muscles move as he undressed himself.
He is a work of art.
Tom gets on the bed positioning himself in between your legs. He groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. Your breathing was shaky from the endorphins running through your body. He places his his forearm next to your head as he slides into you. A moan escapes Tom as he fills you up completely.
“P-Please” you mumble against his neck.
Veins prominent as he clenched his jaw tight,thrust going in and out of you quickly.His free hand grasped your hip tight, nails digging into your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Moans were falling from your lips as he pounded into you.
Gripping onto his back scratching your nails down his back. Tom hisses from you scratching his back, thrusts becoming deeper as he angled your hips up. Moans filled the air as he pounded into you, pleasure pulsing in your veins. Tom’s lips crash down on yours in a passionate kiss. His thrusts slowing down but hitting you deep still.
Running your fingers through his soft curls as the two of you kissed. A moan escaping you causes you to break the kiss. Your head turning to the side as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Hot wet kisses were placed on your neck leaving you a panting mess. This man would be the death of you, how could you stay mad at him through all of this?
“You know you’re my girl right?” Tom breathes against your neck, his breath making your sore neck twinge. His hands grab yours entwining them place them beside your head. Tilting your hips up he goes deep hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
“Y-yes Tom, I’m yours” you moan out squeezing his hands as the pleasure built up inside you. Your legs were shaking from how close you were.
“Fuckin’ hell” Tom moans into your neck his thrusting getting faster. You could tell he was getting close because he was getting more and more vocal. The headboard banging against the wall the faster he went.
“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered as Tom rested his forehead against yours.Reaching down he starts rubbing your clit in quick circles.
Taking your free hand to place it on the side of his cheek. Guilt sinking your chest for slapping him earlier. Your thoughts being interrupted as your orgasm sends a wave of pleasure over you. Tom slows his thrusts as he releases letting out a low moan. You laid there panting as Tom rolls off of you.
Sitting up then falling back down on the bed due to fatigue hitting you like a bag of bricks. Tom gives you a quick kiss before getting off the bed. Your eyes staring at his ass cause it’s perfection. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor slipping them on.
Tom tosses you his button up which you put on. Getting off the bed, your legs wobbling a bit as you walk over to a mirror buttoning the shirt up. Your curls were deflated and into waves now, your reflection wasn’t as bad as you thought. Tom leaves the room making a pain in your heart start to form. Looking over at your suitcase on the floor with clothes thrown carelessly into it.
“Now darling… I know you’re upset with me, but can you please forget about what happened tonight? I didn’t want her on me because I have you.. I chose you to spend the rest of my life with,not her.. Now I’m going to ask you again and pray you still love me.. will you marry me and be Mrs. Holland?” Tom asks holding up your engagement ring you threw earlier.
Nodding with tears in your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck pressing your lips against his. He smiles grabbing your hand and slipping your ring back where it’s supposed to be. Placing your hand on his cheek he turns his head giving the palm a kiss.
“I love you,Bitch” you grin at Tom playfully,a snicker following after.
“I love you,Jerk” he winks lifting you over his shoulder running towards the kitchen. The only sounds that filled the house was laughter, funny remarks and some Netflix.. maybe some chilling too..
A/N: Guess which tv show I was watching while I was typing this..
You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.
a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.
“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.
Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.
Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!
Warnings: Smut & Language
Word Count: 3k
“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.
“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”
Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.
“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.
ORthe one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.
“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.
“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.
Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.
“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.
“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”
They’re in the middle of research when Human Jane stands to get some coffee. An addictive substance that nearly all Humans drink. That in and of itself confuses Xon’a, but he ignores it now. The Human Guide book had been very helpful in understanding the humans love for things that are bad for their health.
Only when he looks up, he freezes. On her bottom is a red stain.
He jerks into a standing position and knocks over his book. Human Jane turns around with surprise.
“H-Human Jane! You are bleeding!” She frowns and looks down at her arms. “No-no, your bottom! We need to get you to medical!”
Suddenly her cheeks turn very, very red. And then she laughs as Xon’a pushes a chair out of the way to get to her.
“No, I’ll be fine, I just need to go change. Sorry about that,” she puts the coffee down but Xon’a picks her up.
“You are dying, Human Jane, you need medical!” She lets out a squwak, and shakes her head.
“No no! I just have my period, all women get it! It’s totally normal for humans!” Xon’a puts human Jane down and stares at her with narrowed slits.
“…Normal? What is a Period? I thought it went at the end of your sentences?” She started to laugh, cheeks still blushing.
“Periods are our menstruation. We get it once a month. Our bodies prepare every month for a baby, but when theres no baby, the lining of our uterus sheds and the blood is pushed out of our bodies. I usually get mine for 7 days.” Xon’a stares in horror at his human friend.
“T-that is not normal. Y-your insides shed? Like molting?” Human Jane grins.
“Totally is, some women get cramps, other people it hurts a lot. For me I usually just get cramps on the last few days. But we use pads, tampons, and cups to hold the blood until it’s over. I just must have forgotten to change my pad this morning.”
Xon’a takes a step back and looks down at the chair, stained with a small puddle.
“That is a lot of your life blood. I think you are ill!” He says. Human Jane laughs again.
“That? That’s pretty light for the first day. Don’t worry, this is nothing! If only you saw childbirth!” He blinks again, his slitted eyes narrowing.
“Birth?” Human Jane blinks.
“You guys create your babies out of spores, right? Well, ours grow in our bellies. Then we push them out of our vaginas. Sometimes, we have to get cut open to get the baby taken out.” Xon’a lets out a horrified squall and jerks back.
“W-why do you continue? H-how are there so many of you?” Human vagina’s were small, and he’d seen a pink skinned baby before, and a brown one, but they were both so large! Both babies heads were incredibly large! How in the Gods names could they have squeezed a babe out of a small hole like that? And getting cut open? Human Illa had said childbirth was wonderful!
Human Jane shrugs. “My grandmother had eleven children. All natural. She said childbirth was beautiful. I think it’s more the whole, holding the baby afterwards that is beautiful. My mom only had two. When my brother and I did something stupid she’d say that she didn’t suffer through eight hours of childbirth to give birth to two dumbasses.”
Xan’a began to breath rapidly, and looked at human Jane.
“The rumors are true: Humans truly are terrifying creatures.”
Human Jane frowned and cocked her head. “I mean, it’s not that crazy. We’ve been doing it for hundreds of thousands of years.”
Xan’a sits and closes his slitted eyes and inhales deeply.
Now he understands why his father told him to befriend the humans, but never cross one. Who would willingly have children over and over again just to be ripped open or cut open when there was plenty of children already among the five planets they currently inhabit?
Check out these new homebrew paladin-oriented magic items for D&D 5e!
Armor of Command
Magic Armor (any medium or heavy), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin or cleric
A set of +1 armor that shines dimly with divine light when it deflects a blow. A paladin or cleric attuned to the armor can use their Channel Divinity to cause the armor to shine brightly with divinity, calling to a creature to submit to its power. You may force a creature that can see and hear you within 80 ft. to make a CHA saving throw with a DC equal to your spell save DC. On a failed save, the creature drops to their knees and bows to you in submission until your next turn. Regardless of the result of the saving throw, the creature takes 2d8 psychic damage.
Belt of the Sacred Mount
Wondrous Item (waist), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A leather belt with plates of steel every few inches. The belt buckle depicts a golden horse’s head. When the wearer summons a creature with the Find Steed spell, the creature gains a bonus to attacks, damage, and AC equal to the wearer’s proficiency modifier.
Boots of Enmity
Wondrous Item (feet), Uncommon, requires attunement by an Oath of Vengeance Paladin
Boots that are of patterned reddish brown leather with steel toes that look like a hellish church gargoyle. An Oath of Vengeance paladin attuned to these boots may spend a bonus action to teleport to a space adjacent to a creature currently targeted by their Vow of Enmity ability, provided the creature is on the same plane of existence and within 60 ft. of the paladin.
Magic Weapon (any martial), Uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin
A compelling weapon is gaudy and covered in fine metals and gems and is slightly larger than an average weapon of its type. It deals a bonus 2 psychic damage with each hit. When the weapon scores a critical hit, the weapon casts Compelled Duel on the creature hit. Creatures immune to the charmed condition are immune to this effect.
Magic Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A set of iron and chain gauntlets with fingerplates that look like sharp dragon scales. It gleams with sickening iridescence. A paladin attuned to the gauntlets can make a melee spell attack against a creature. If the attack hits, the paladin may spend any number of points from their hit point pool for their Lay on Hands ability to deal an equal amount of necrotic damage to the creature touched. You may spend 5 points at once to poison the creature for 1 minute in addition to any damage you dealt. The creature can attempt a CON saving throw with a DC equal to your spell save DC to negate this effect.
Crown of Radiance
Magic Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A simple golden band studded with glowing orange gems that rests on one’s head at about forehead height. This item’s magic adds 10 ft. to the radius of your Aura of Courage, Aura of Protection, and Aura of Hate (if Oathbreaker paladin). This item also increases the radius of auras generated by spells such as Aura of Life, Aura of Purity, and Aura of Vitality.
Divine Storm Pauldrons
Magic Item (shoulders), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A set of heavy metal shoulder guards that have stylized lightning bolt motifs segmented by faux rope fashioned of bronze. You may spend an action to deal 8d6 lightning damage to all creatures you designate within a 30 ft. radius centered on you. Creatures that succeed at a DC 16 DEX saving throw take only half of this damage. Once you use this ability, you cannot use it again until you complete a long rest. In addition, your Aura of Courage, Aura of Protection, and Aura of Hate (if Oathbreaker paladin) are suppressed until you finish a long rest.
Gauntlets of Divine Shielding
Magic Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A set of bronze gauntlets that are warm to the touch, and surround themselves in a sphere of white light when used. When the attuned paladin uses their Lay on Hands ability on a creature, they may instead grant them a shield that absorbs an amount of damage equal to three times the points spent for the Lay on Hands ability. This shield disappears once it has absorbed all of the hit points it can handle, or at the start of the paladin’s next turn.
Glove of Cowardice
Magic Item (hands), Uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin
A single silver gauntlet that has a relief of a face wracked in pain on the backhand plate; a depiction of a suffering sinner in the afterlife. A paladin attuned to the glove may spend 5 points from their hit point pool for their Lay on Hands ability and touch an adjacent creature. That creature must make a DC 14 WIS saving throw or become frightened of the paladin for 1d4+1 rounds. The creature may make a new save at the start of each of its turns to end this effect.
Greaves of the Mounting Heavens
Wondrous Item (feet), Rare, requires attunement
A pair of steel greaves with patterns representing the layers of the plane of Celestia. You gain a +4 bonus to skill checks and saving throws against spells, abilities, and other effects that would knock you prone.
Helm of the Smiting Glare
Wondrous Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
This shiny bucket helm has etched lines emanating from the eye slits. Use your Channel Divinity as an action to fire a ray of energy from the helmet’s eye slits, dealing energy damage to a single creature within 60 ft. of you that you can see. The creature can make a DEX saving throw to halve this damage. The save DC is equal to your spell save DC. The damage dealt is based on your alignment (see below). The damage dice stack with one another for a total of 6d10 damage.
Evil: 3d10 necrotic damage.
Good: 3d10 radiant damage
Chaotic: 3d10 fire damage
Lawful: 3d10 cold damage.
Neutral: 3d10 force damage.
Lance of the Blessed Beast
Magic Weapon (lance), Very Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A +1 lance that is fashioned to look like a giant, stylized unicorn’s horn. The hand guard is adorned with white horsehair. When the wielder of this weapon travels at least 20 feet straight toward a target before attacking that target with the lance, the weapon deals a bonus 2d8 radiant damage and the creature hit must make a DC 15 STR saving throw to resist being knocked prone. In addition, critical hits with the lance heal the wielder for 2d4 hit points.
Maul of Radiant Echoes
Magic Weapon (maul), Very Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A heavy +1 maul that emanates pulsing waves of holy energy from its head. One end of the head is flat while the other is a mass of carefully overlapped metal triangles pointing away from the flat end. A paladin attuned to the maul uses their divine smite ability against a creature, up to one creature adjacent to their foe takes an amount of damage equal to half the damage dealt by their divine smite.
Medallion of Authority
Wondrous Item (neck), uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin or cleric
A gleaming medal that takes the form of a universal symbol of your deity and purpose. As such, it looks different for each person that attunes to it. You gain advantage on intimidation checks against creatures that are diametrically opposed to your alignment (lawful-good’s opposite is chaotic-evil, neutral-good’s opposite is neutral-evil, etc.), and gain advantage on persuasion checks against creatures that have the same alignment as you. If you have a true neutral alignment this item has no effect.
Wondrous Item (back), uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin or cleric
This royal purple brocade cape is decorated with embroidered with the written beauty of the Celestial language in gold trimmed by floral embellishments. You may use your Channel Divinity as a reaction to instantly teleport a single willing ally you can see within 60 ft. of you to a space adjacent to you.
Shield of Divine Spellwarding
Magic Armor (shield), Very Rare, requires attunement by a 14th level paladin
A +1 kite shield of mirror-like platinum emblazoned with a holy symbol. The shield is embellished with a gold rim and tassels of golden thread. You may expend one use of your Cleansing Touch ability to cast Counterspell against a spell that would affect you or at least one ally within 10 ft. of you.
the prompt: Jungkook scenario when your pregnant unplan baby he finds the test when you get home he starts yelling, blaming you throwing things,tells you to gtfo of his life with the baby saying fucked up things. So you leave Korea 3 year later you come back with your daughter and you guys see each other again he tries to win you back angst beginning but fluff ending?
category: heavy angst + fluff ending
author note: it’s time to see how good destinee’s character development skills are. also y/n didn’t leave, jungkook did. hope that’s okay. im so proud of myself for writing this?? I didn’t give up and I’m glad i didn’t. anyway, this took forever to write you can literally see my writing improve as you keep reading its kind of funny anyway let’s go!