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anonymous asked:

Could you explain Lito/Hernando/Daniela's relationship? Is it canon polyamory or what?

Oh my god, I wish I could say it’s canon Polyamory but I suppose it’s a little more complicated than that. 

So far, the only ones confirmed in a relationship with each other are Hernando and Lito, but they both are very physical and loving towards Dani, who is clearly physically attracted to both of them. 

If I had to guess, I’d say —like many times in real life— they are just enjoying to do ‘whatever this is’ and being a family without the need of labels. 

However, if you want some possible proof of it being poly-ish here are a few things:

  • In s1 there’s a point where they are all sleeping cuddled in bed in their underwear
  • Hernando going as far as to leave Lito for not standing up for Daniela
  • Hernando saying it’s not home if Dani is not there
  • Lito saying “let’s go home” after all three reunite
    • “I think that the fact we could all fit in the tub, means it must be ours.”
  • Lito and Hernando’s constant reassurance to Daniela that they love her and her personality and she’s not a burden in their relationship
  • Lito and Hernando defending her from her parents and taking her in. 
  • “I know this is hard for all three of you to understand, but I have a relationship with this two men that isn’t based on threats, or control or money.”
  • The way they comfort her after and kiss her and hug her. 
  • Both Hernando and Daniela being Lito’s arm pieces, all three of them always presented as a unit. 
  • Daniela started off being attracted to Lito but there’s a clear emotional connection between her and Hernando. 
  • All the domesticity. 

Now, I do have friendships that are that close, even physically, and still are purely platonic, so I’m not saying it’s not possible, but I feel the show is slowly edging us towards that climax of all three accepting they are in their very own kind of relationship. I also think it’d be fun if Daniela got a bf next season and it threw them off/made them jealous/made them realize they are already kinda together. 

Sorry if I wasnt really active, I have my intensive class this week, meaning that I have to draw non stop for 6 hours with onlumy 2x 10 mins break ahaha. I took this class to improve the way I draw nature and I guess background in general?? so the entire class draw outside. But its like fucking hot in Paris right now so it makes it even more difficult ahah. And I have a lot of homework to do but I just finished it ;;; Now I’m going to bed since I only slept 3 hours last night ahah dont kill me Anyway I love you all a LOT! I will never stop to say this eheh. And also sorry to all the people that I hurted, idk who but really sorry. OK NIGHT NIGHT💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Used To This (Lin x Reader)

Sorry this took so long to get up, I’ve been busy. Buttttttt, here you guys go! Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: swearing, implied smut, making out

Words: 1515

Your back smashed against the wall of your bedroom as his soft lips attacked your neck. It was your first day at a new job tomorrow, and you weren’t really looking forward to having to cover the marks up, but in that moment, you couldn’t care less. He hit the backs of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands tangling at the base of his dark hair. Your lips met his once again as he laid you down on the bed, and, well, you can guess what happens from there…

You woke up to a strong arm pulling you closer, not having a clue in the world who he was or why he was there.

Wait a minute…

You lifted up the covers to find yourself and the guy next to you stark naked.

Great. No recollection of last night, and I’m most likely going to need to leave before this guy wakes up.

You wrestle out of the guy’s grip, pulling a blanket with you to wrap around yourself. This action startled him, causing him to shoot up and fall out of bed. You had to hold back your laughter, but you needed to stay composed. His head shot up from the other side of the bed, looking at you with wide eyes. He quickly pulled on his pants, checking his phone and mumbling to himself in what sounded like a mixture of English and Spanish.

“Shit, I’m definitely going to be late,” he groaned, grabbing his things.

“So, um,” you hesitated, not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it already was.

“I, uh, really gotta go,” he scratched the back of his neck.

“Lin,” he mumbled, awkwardly holding out his hand.

“Y/N,” you stuttered out your reply, reluctantly shaking his hand.

“Um, I’ll see you around, maybe?” It was silent for a good minute.

“Probably not… I need to, uh, get ready,” you blurted, abruptly ending the silence. You slipped into the bathroom before he could say anything else, waiting until you heard the front door shut. You slid your back down the door, collapsing onto the floor.

That is hands down the most awkward situation to ever occur.

Maybe I can just start tomorrow, I’m already going to be late.

You shook your head at yourself, before hurriedly showering and getting ready.

By the time you showed up to your first day, you were 43 minutes late, your hair was still wet from your shower, you had mascara smeared up by your brow bone, and one of your socks was falling off.

At least you made it there alive, before dying of embarrassment.

You made a last second effort to make yourself even more presentable. It didn’t do much, so you took a deep breath and walked in the doors. You hadn’t met anyone you were working with yet, all you knew was that this was supposed to be some huge project based on some Founding Father.

Who does that? And why?

Almost immediately after entering the theater, you were surrounded by bright, happy faces.

At least they remember what they did last night. All you have is an idea.

You greeted everyone, smiling. You even hugged Jasmine, like the Jasmine Cephas Jones. You couldn’t really believe it. As you were all talking, you learned more about the job you had.

“So, basically what you are is an understudy for the Schuyler sisters. If one of them can’t go on for whatever reason, it’s your job to step up and take their place.” You nodded, paying close attention. You were already late, which you had apologized profusely for, and you didn’t want to seem like a slacker. One of the doors slammed, causing everyone to look up and see what was going on. You were in the middle of a conversation with Daveed, when someone entered the room.

“There he is! Y/N, you’ve gotta come meet the mastermind behind all of this,” smirked Daveed, pulling you over to the small cluster of people that had gathered around whoever had just entered the room. Together, you pushed your way through to the front.

“Y/N, meet Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

He wasn’t facing you, but the second he was, the color completely drained out of his face, and you’re sure it was the same way with your own.

“I, uh, I should probably go find my dressing room,” you quickly stammered, pointing behind you and attempting to smoothly walk away. However, that wasn’t the case, and you quickly stumbled over someone’s leg, causing you to fall and whack your head off one of the armrests in the chairs. Daveed and Jasmine hurried over to you, but Lin was frozen. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you since he first saw you here.

“I’m fine, I just need to go,” you quickly grabbed your things and full-on sprinted through the doors, hoping to find an empty room, a bathroom. Hell, at that point, a closet would’ve worked. You eventually found the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

Glancing in the mirror, you noticed a small cut above your right eyebrow, a trickle of blood running down your face. You groaned, cleaning yourself up. You didn’t want to go back out there, not yet, so you paced back and forth, trying to find something to think about other than Lin.

Soon enough, you were faced with knocks on the door that progressively got louder the longer you ignored them.

“Y/N, you have to come out sooner or later,” you recognized Daveed’s deep voice.

“If you don’t come out, I’m going to get Jasmine,” he half-threatened, although you knew it wouldn’t do much. Once you set your mind to something, you weren’t going to give in to anything. So, much to everyone’s dismay, you stayed put. You heard a groan, before footsteps getting further away. You rolled your eyes, knowing what came next.

“Y/N, I will not hesitate to pick this lock,” Jasmine warned. You stayed quiet, before some rustling sounded on the other side of the door, before slowly opening. She peeked her head in, before closing it so Daveed couldn’t get in.

“C’mon man,” he groaned, but nonetheless walked away.

“You need to come out now,” she coaxed, rubbing your arm. You refused, and after going back and forth for a good 15 minutes, you gave in. Jasmine did a little celebratory dance, cheering. You just laughed at her and rolled your eyes. Gathering your things, you walked out, afraid of what might happen after that.

Lin was nowhere to be seen, and a script was shoved into your hands. Whoever handed it to you went on and on about how you’ll make a great addition to the cast and how everyone was excited to work with you. You thanked them, before settling down into a group of Daveed, Anthony, Jasmine and Renée. You all went through a few songs, warming up your voices before you did anything too major. In the middle of “The Schuyler Sisters”, someone cleared their throat and you looked up only to find Lin. He motioned you over, and you warily followed. You walked back into what you were assuming was his dressing room, and he shut the door behind you.

“So… New job?” He laughed.

“Yeah,” you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I’m glad you’re here. I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever see you again,” he said, not making eye contact.

“Why is that? Like, why do you want me here?” You questioned him.

“So I can do this,” he replied, before passionately pressing his lips to yours.

You felt like you were on Cloud 9 when he kissed you, you couldn’t deny it. It was like someone released thousands of butterflies into your stomach and whenever you kissed him, they went wild. Your hands instinctively went to his hair, tugging just the slightest bit, causing him to let out the slightest moan. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, faintly tasting dark coffee. His hand squeezed your ass, causing you to gasp, leaving him with the same opportunity you had.

He picked you up and carried you to the couch, sitting you down on top of him. You grind your hips the slightest bit against him, driving him absolutely insane. He pulled you closer, pressing your lips together more furiously.

Someone coughed and you whipped your head around, seeing Daveed and Jasmine standing there with wide eyes. You made an attempt to fix your hair, quickly getting off of Lin’s lap.

“I knew it!” She yelled, punching Daveed’s arm.

“You could practically feel the sexual tension radiating off of them,” she smirked, taking the $20 that Daveed held out to her. Your face burned, redness blossoming across your cheeks.

Lin quickly composed himself, before kissing your cheek, grabbing your hand, and pulling you out of the dressing room. You rubbed your lips, which were swollen from just a minute ago.

Damn, I could get used to this.

Who needs sleep anyway?
  • ISFJ: INTX were you snapchatting at 3am last night?
  • INTX: Uh, yeah I guess.
  • ISFJ: We've talked about this! You're always tired, you should go to bed sooner, not be up on your iPhone until 3am!
  • INTX: Oh I didn't go to bed after that snapchat.
  • ISFJ: INTX, what time did you go to bed?
  • INTX: Not sure, everyone was sending their streaks complaining about waking up early.
  • ISFJ: :0
Magizoologist 101-- Newt Scamander

Day 3: Write a 10 step list on how to be “______”

How to be a magizoologist

Words: 1223


1: Adopt all the animals. All. Of. Them.

“Awe (y/n) look! He’s all alone the poor bugger… Can we please take him in?” The two of you, being you and your boyfriend, were currently looking for new creatures, and when Newt caught word of the Bowtruckle nest, you knew he had to go.

“Newt, honey, you have a whole tree of them,” His eyes looked down to yours and silently begged you, “Of course, but I get to name him!”

“And what will his name be huh?” He laughed, picking up the little creature and resting him on his shoulder.

“I think Pickett would do quite nicely.”

“Well yes, I think it would too.”

2: Learn to live out of a suitcase. Enchanted or not.

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Uncertainty Pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut/ slight Fluff/Angst

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: You needed distraction from your issues with Yoongi, and Taehyung seemed to be just the right one to do the job.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

You were left confused and unsure, the image of Yoongi’s last text perpetually flashing before your eyes. You didn’t love Yoongi, this much you knew, although you did find him somewhat attractive, especially that night, but that’s all there was to it.

However, the last thing you wanted was to hurt anyone’s feelings, especially if that person was someone you considered a friend of yours. And you knew how strong of an emotion love was, you knew what it was like to be in love, what it felt like to be rejected in love, and how painful it was.

Although you believed that you made your stance quite clear, you decided to reply to Yoongi’s text, trying to explain how you feel about all of that. You reached for your phone, opening the chat with Yoongi. He didn’t add anything to the last lines of his confession, that was sent a few hours ago. During this time you tried to distract yourself with other things, like watching TV, going for a walk or just listening to your favorite music playlist, none of it truly helping.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi, but I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I think it’s better if we just stay friends, and I really, truly hope we do. It’s just that I doubt we are in any way compatible with each other, and I am sure, you will one day find the one you will be looking for, but I’m afraid this won’t be me.”

“What makes you think that? That we aren’t ‘compatible’?”

His text arrived only seconds later, taking you by surprise. You had to reflect for a couple of moments, gathering all of Yoongi’s personality traits in your mind.

“You always seem to be somewhat unfeeling and apathetic, and not like one who relies on others. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing, it’s just not something I look for in a person I’d want to be with.”

“That’s not true, Y/N. Please, just give me a chance, I can show you that I can be different!”

“I don’t want you to be any different. Please just stay the way you are, but accept, if possible, that I don’t want us to be anything more than friends.”

Several minutes have passed, you already prepared yourself to receive a long text, encouraging you to reconsider everything once again, but it was quite the opposite.


So, that was it, 'okay’. Yet, you were fully aware that the issue isn’t over for Yoongi with a simple 'okay’. A part of you wanted to go over to him, talk to him in person, see his true reactions and emotions, instead of just typing emotionless letters into a chat. You thought you were able to just do it, confront him, since you were easily able to simply hook up with him before, but you couldn’t get yourself to do it. It was if you were chained, unable to move even the tiniest bit. You let out an annoyed sigh as you buried your face in your hands.

You decided you did your part, and now it was Yoongi’s task to get over it, something you couldn’t and didn’t want to interfere with.

Coming to the conclusion that just sitting there, overthinking everything will achieve nothing, but dragging you down, you eventually got up, stretched yourself and headed out of your apartment. A couple of weeks ago a new coffee shop opened in your area, which you haven’t bothered to visit yet. But since you didn’t have anything better to do at the moment, you decided to drop by.

You opened the door of the shop, the scent of coffee and pastries coming your way. While pacing to a free seat near the window, you looked around, perceiving little details about the ambience. Little house plants placed around, their dark green color creating a nice contrast to the otherwise mostly brown colors of the shop, several lamps hanging low from the ceiling, making the tables shine in a comfortable light, paintings of coffee beans and all sorts of other botanical things hanging on the walls.

As you waited for your order to arrive, an espresso with some cream on top, you listened closely to the music playing in the background, consisting of relaxing piano sounds. It made you forget all of your problems, tranquility streaming through you.

Just as you started sipping on your espresso, you knew that everything was completely fine, even if just for this tiny little moment. All of your worries about Yoongi, gone.

From now on, you decided to visit this place every day, enjoying the calming effect it had on you, and so you did it. The next few days you went there, at the same time, taking the same seat and the same order. Nothing ever changing, until one day a handsome young man decided to approach you.

“Hey.” He took the seat opposite to you.

With a surprised expression on your face you looked up, exchanging glances. “Hi.”

“You’re kind of a monotonous person, aren’t you? You come here everyday, sit at this place and drink the same espresso, doesn’t it get boring after a while?”

“How did you even notice? Were you watching me or what?” You asked him cheekily, ignoring his questions.

“Nonono- I mean, not directly. I just tend to look around, when I’m getting bored and somehow my eyes always end up in your direction.” A rectangular smile smile appearing on his face, a glint in his big, dark brown eyes. You were quite astonished by his deep voice, that didn’t really match with his otherwise rather cute facial features.

“I see, I see. And no, it doesn’t get boring. I’m not really a fan of changes.” That was true in various ways. You wanted things to stay the same, like you wanted Yoongi to stay in your life as just a friend, but you quickly dismissed any memory of him, not wanting to ruin this little chat in which you for some reason found your amusement in.

“But isn’t it kind of a change that I’m now sitting here in front of you? Does that mean I should better leave?”, he asked mischievously, making you suppress a chuckle.

“That’s a change I can live with, actually. So, maybe you have an interest in sharing your name with me?” You continued to keep your rather cheeky tone.

“I’m Taehyung. And you?”


“So, Y/N..” He started to scribble a line of numbers onto a piece of paper. “Maybe you’d like to meet up some time, I’d really look forward to it.” He reached you the piece of paper with his phone number written on it.

“I shall consider it.” You smirked at him, as he stood up, ready to leave.

“I hope to see you again. Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Taehyung.”

You watched his steps as he made his way out of the coffee shop, the way he said your name echoing through your mind. Once he was out of sight, you lowered your head to take a closer look at the numbers in front of you, certain, that you would make use of them.

Once you arrived at home, you noticed that you had received a text by Hoseok.

“Y/N! We’re having a gaming night today, wanna come?”

“Sorry, I guess I’ll pass on this one. Work was exhausting and such, Imma need some time for myself to relax.”

“ :( You always seem so busy lately, don’t overwork yourself, Y/N!!”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m all fine. Wish you lots of fun at your gaming night.”

Slightly irritated you sank down on your bed. You kept making up excuses the entire week in order to avoid Hoseok. In fact, you didn’t want to avoid Hoseok, but you knew that a certain someone was most likely going to be there as well, someone who you wanted to avoid at all costs, at least until it’s all water under the bridge.

You exhaled as you took out the piece of paper from earlier, dialing the number.

“Hey, Taehyung, Y/N here. Wanna meet up tomorrow?”

“Sure! There’s gonna be a fair in town, wanna go there?”

“Of course, when?”

“At 5?”

“Deal, see you there.”

The next day

You took one last look at the mirror, brushing your hair once again, before finally leaving to head towards the fair, where you were supposed to meet Taehyung.

The autumn wind sent a light breeze towards you, making your legs feel cold, causing you to walk faster. Passing by little stores you made your way along the street, until you were able to see the beginning of the fair.

Next to a candy shop you saw him, the rectangular smile returning to his face as he noticed you coming his way.

“Hey, Y/N.” He gave you a slight hug around the shoulders.

“Hey, Taehyung.”, you replied with a smile, his sparkling eyes warming your heart.

“So, should we go?”, he asked sheepishly. You could have been mistaken, but you thought you noticed a blush having been brought onto his face.

You simply nodded in approval, strolling around the fair with Taehyung walking by your side, always cautious to keep a little space between the two of you.

Although you didn’t know him for a long time, you knew that he was a joyful person with a kind heart. He always let out those cute little giggles, whenever you said something funny and you admired his excitement for certain things, for example when you were watching a turtle race.

“C'MON DAISY, YOU CAN DO IT! JUST KEEP GOING!”, he cheered for a little turtle, that stood still halfway through, not able to be bothered to budge an inch.

Later, you two stopped by at an arcade with claw machines, Taehyung insisting to give it a chance.

“But Taehyung, those things are just a scam.”

“You just say that, because you haven’t seen my skills yet!”, he retorted determinedly, as he put a coin into the machine.

You exhaled as you watched him press some buttons, but to your surprise, it seemed to somehow work out. A stuffed panda was grabbed by the claw, which you expected to drop back any moment, yet it made its way to the end.

“Yes!”, Taehyung cheered, while pulling the stuffed animal out of the machine and reaching his arms out, passing it to you. “How cliché.”, you thought, yet gladly accepting it.

“Here! Although you doubted me..” Again, the rectangular smile, in which you started to take quite a liking to, spreading across his face.

Afterwards you two went for a walk at a less crowded place, talking about some little trivial things.

“I really enjoy your company, Y/N.”, Taehyung said with a friendly smile on his face.

“Likewise, Taehyung.” You paused for a moment to collect your thoughts. “You really helped me take my mind off things.”

“What things? Did anything happen?”, he asked with concern.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s nothing big, I was just overthinking some things.” Yoongi’s image flashing before your eyes. “But don’t worry, it’ll pass with time, I’m sure of that.”

Taehyung stepped closer to you, holding you tight, not drilling with any further questions, as he noticed you weren’t too keen on talking about it.

You really enjoyed this moment, Taehyung’s chest pressed closely to yours. You felt his heart beat, faster than usual., but so was yours.

You looked up to the sky, as you noticed colorful lights spreading across it. Fireworks. All of these pleasant colors and patterns leaving you in awe, as you absorbed the view. But just moment later, something else caught your attention, as you tilted your head to the man in front of you, his face illuminated by the firework’s lights. His big eyes making you feel things, your heart racing. Before you knew it, your faces kept moving closer, foreheads pressing together.

“Y/N-” His deep voice made a shiver run down your spine. “I think I like you, Y/N.”

“I think I like you too, Taehyung.”, you replied sheepishly, as his lips were coming closer to yours, lightly brushing your skin, before finally attaching. Soon, he moved his hands closer to your waist, laying his arms around it, while you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping them gently.

“Please, just call me Tae.” He broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes piercing through your soul.

“All right, Tae.” You leaned in for another kiss, feeling his smile against your lips. A small part of you was thinking about how cliché this entire scene was, a kiss under the sky, ablazed by fireworks, but the rest of you didn’t care the slightest bit, only wanting this lovely moment to never end.

Later this evening, Taehyung escorted you to your apartment, not wanting you to walk alone in the dark. This time, your bodies were closer to each other as you walked, nearly no space left between them.

Once you were standing in front of your apartment, you locked eyes one last time.

“Thanks for the evening, Tae. I really enjoyed spending it with you.”

“Likewise, Y/N. I hope we see each other again, soon?”

“For sure.” You stepped a little closer to him to give him a little peck on the cheek, before you hushed into your apartment. Once you closed the door, you sank back, leaning your back on the wall, reminiscing about this day’s events, Taehyung’s handsome image going through your mind. Absentmindedly you reached for your phone, checking if you had received any messages in the mean time, unknowing what mood swing it will make you experience.

It was three texts. All by Yoongi.

“Y/N, I know you are avoiding me and Hoseok.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Can we talk about this in person?”

You felt your heart tighten, as you snapped back to reality. However, he was right. You didn’t want to avoid neither Hoseok nor Yoongi any longer. You needed to talk to him, to get this off your chest.

“Imma drop by your apartment tomorrow, then we can talk about everything.” Seconds after you pressed 'send’, you received another text, assuming it was Yoongi being in his 'replying as fast as possible mood’, but it was actually Taehyung.

“Hey, Y/N! I wondered, would you like to come over tomorrow? Just having dinner and chilling.”

Your mood becoming happier as you read Taehyung’s message, looking forward to see him again, making your heart beat faster by the thought of it.

“I’ll be there.” Seconds after you sent the text, you received a reply by Yoongi.

“Okay.” Another 'okay’. You exhaled as you lost yourself in thought. Meeting up with two different men the next day, you wondered how everything was going to turn out.

The next day

You didn’t want to delay anything any longer, therefore you made your way to Yoongi’s place as soon as you were done with work. Your steps becoming heavier as you came closer, but you wouldn’t chicken out. You wanted to fix everything.

You knocked at the door, waiting a few seconds. Then, it swung open, Yoongi standing in the door frame.

You tried to not let him notice your astonishment as you caught sight of his appearance. He looked tired and drained, hair kind of messy, his eye circles more visible than usually, yet he brought out a weary smile at the sight of you.

“Hey. Y/N.”

“Hey, Yoongi.” You stepped inside as he indicated with a hand gesture for you to do so. Blurry memories from the last time you stepped a foot in here came to your mind. When he pinned you against the wall, you succumbing to your neediness, guilt rising up inside of you.

The two of you seated yourselves on the couch, an awkward moment of silence filling the room.

Finally, Yoongi spoke up.

“Y/N, look, I’m sorry if what I said to you has left you irritated. But please, you should be aware that avoiding Hoseok and me won’t work out in the long run.”

“I know that.”, you said sighingly. “I just kinda wanted to wait things out, hoping it’d all return back to how it was, after some time had passed.”

“See, Hoseok is quite down lately, bothered by you missing out on all of his 'fun’ activities.” You noticed how Yoongi tried to put the focus of the conversation on Hoseok, rather than himself.

“What about you, Yoongi?” A moment of silence.

“You look like a complete mess, what is going through you?” Another moment of silence.

You lost your patience and leaned forwards to grab his wrists, looking him straight in his glazed eyes. Subconsciously you held your breath, the memory of how you looked at each other that night coming back to your mind. After that, you had blamed the strange feeling inside of you and your racing heartbeat on the alcohol, but right now in this very moment you were completely sober, yet still somehow stunned by looking at him.

“It just.. hurts, I guess. Knowing that your love is unrequited.” His voice faint, slightly trembling.

Without any further thought, you gave him a hug, your hand reaching for the back of his head, playing with his hair.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, ever.”, you said with a calm voice. “But this wouldn’t work out. We aren’t meant for each other.”

“I hear your heart beat.”, Yoongi stated bluntly, you becoming paralyzed as you noticed its elevated beating for yourself.

“Even if you don’t love me right now. Why are you so sure, that this can’t change? How can you know that you won’t be able to love me one day?” His voice clear now, yet a trace of desperation perceivable.

“Yoongi, I already told you-”

“Told me what?”, he interrupted you. “I can tell you, the impression you got from me is wrong. I am not 'unfeeling’ or 'apathetic’, at least not when it comes to you. And that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

You fell quiet, your mind overflowing with thoughts, possibilities, and memories. Maybe you should give it a chance? But then again, what about Taehyung? His kind and joyful nature, you sure could imagine being with him. Yoongi on the other hand was completely different, but was it really that much of a problem? You couldn’t deny any longer, that his presence made you feel things.

“Yoongi, I-”, you searched for words, uncertainty spreading through you. “Let me think everything through and we’ll see what the future holds, okay?” You answered calmly, your forehead pressing against his. You wanted to lean forward for a kiss so badly, feeling his soft lips on yours one more time, but you contained yourself. As of now, you didn’t want to raise too much hope, as you were still too unsure how to feel about him.

Yoongi’s answer was a light smile.

“But most importantly: I won’t make up excuses anymore to avoid you. That was stupid of me, I’m sorry. Next time Hoseok makes some plans, count me in!” you said in a cheerful tone.

“I’m glad to hear that.” The light smile still holding onto Yoongi’s face.

“However, I gotta go now.” You got up from your seat, keeping your date with Taehyung in mind.

“See you, Yoongi.”

“Yeah, see you. Y/N.” You felt his stares at your back, as you firmly made your way out of his apartment.

A huge weight was lifted off your chest. You were quite content with how your talk ended up, especially since now you could enjoy spending time with Hoseok and Yoongi again without having to worry. Sure, it might still be a little awkward between Yoongi and you, but everything would work out somehow, you were certain of it.

In the evening

You found yourself in front of Taehyung’s apartment door, exhaling deeply before knocking. You went for a more comfy look, a skirt with a matching blouse, your hair loose, nothing too flashy.

The door swung open, the iconic rectangular smile greeting you.

“Hey, Y/N! I’m glad you came.” He hugged you tightly, the scent of his cologne indulging your senses.

“Come in, I already made dinner.” He lead you to his living room, two bowls of rice with vegetables standing on the table in front of his couch.

“Oh my god, Tae, you’re such a sweetheart!”, you announced delightedly. His cheeks turning pink as soon as you called him by his pet name.

“Here, make yourself comfortable.” He indicated for you to take a seat on the couch, which you promptly did. Meanwhile Taehyung got out the remote to turn on the TV, so that the sounds of the movie that was televised were filling the room. The plot was something about love and drama, like everything nowadays.

As you both continued eating, you couldn’t help but stare at his large hands, wanting them to do unholy things to you so badly. Meanwhile, Taehyung was inconspicuously moving closer to you, gently putting one hand on your thigh. Subsequently, you leaned your head on his shoulder, noticing how the upper buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a part of chest.

“Tae..”, you purred, as your hand reached to his cheek, making him direct his head towards yours. You took a close look at his big dark brown eyes, before leaning in for a kiss. The at first innocent kiss soon developed into your tongues swirling around each other, occasional moans coming out in between kisses, while you laid your hands on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it entirely, leaving his chest fully exposed.

You licked your lips as you savored the sight in front of you.

“Tae~” The neediness clear in your voice. Promptly, he grabbed you by your waist and placed you on his lap, his large hands grasping the fabric of your blouse, taking it off of you in one swift motion. Meanwhile, you unbuckled his belt and tugged at his jeans, whereupon he sat up a little, so that you could pull them down, tossing them somewhere on the floor.

His erection sticking through the fabric of his shorts. You leaned forwards to caress its tip, feeling the tension rising in your core, your panties dripping wet.

Shortly afterwards, you felt his hands on your ass, pulling down both your skirt and your panties at once, throwing them on the floor as well, your bra following soon after, forming a pile of clothes.

Now that your naked body was fully exposed to him, you grabbed his wrist and held it towards your lower body region.

“Touch me, Tae.” He didn’t need to be told twice, as he pushed two fingers into you.

“Ahh-”, you gasped out, his long fingers hitting deep into you, pushing back and forward, hitting just the right spot.

A number of passionate moans was brought to your lips, overwhelmed with pleasure. Wanting to reciprocate this pleasure, you removed Taehyung’s erect member from his shorts, enveloping it with your right hand.

It’s fairly bigger than Yoongi's”, you thought for just a little moment, instantly regretting this thought. This is Taehyung right here in front of you, he should be the only one you are thinking about.

You started to affectionately stroke his shaft, but the sudden absence of pressure in your folds caught you by surprise, making you squeak needily. Taehyung reached for his wallet, taking a condom out of it and put it on. Then, he grabbed your hips, placing you on top of his tip.

“Ride me, baby.”, he groaned with his irresistible deep voice. You sank down on him, slowly, taking him in inch by inch. Once he was fully inside you, you moved your hips a little, adjusting to his length and then, your mind went completely blank. Instinctively you moved your hips. Up and down. Faster and faster, making a moaning mess out of both of you. Meanwhile, Taehyung leaned his head towards the back of your neck, planting kisses and sucking on its skin. You knew it was going to leave marks, but you couldn’t care less in this moment, completely giving in to the pleasure

“Fuck, Tae, ahh-, you feel so good.”, you whimpered breathlessly, your moans becoming more ecstatic as Taehyung began to move his hips as well, thrusting deep into you.

“Do you like it like this?”, he teased you seductively, your head eagerly nodding in response. You threw your arms around his shoulders, your vision fading to black, never before having experienced such ecstasy.

“T-Tae, I’m close-”, you gasped, knowing he was too, his movements becoming faster, in need of release. His last thrusts were accompanied by a long, deep groan, driving you over the edge. You felt your fluids flow all over Taehyung’s cock, as you reached your orgasm, dissolving into pleasure.

For a couple moments you just pressed your foreheads together, breathing heavily, the sounds of the TV scarcely perceptible.

Shortly after, Taehyung picked you up, placing you on the couch and left the room for a moment. He quickly returned with his condom removed and a blanket in his hands, which he placed on the couch. He lay down, while pulling you to his chest, making you rest on top of him. He covered you with the blanket, while tenderly whispering into your ear.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tae.”

Novaturient: Part Four

Authors Note: Just a warning, there is like a weird shift in point of view that I didn’t realize I did. Also, I’m posting this story on other sites but with a OFC, just to let you know. ALSO, I apologize about the wait.

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

“You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.” Bucky joked lightly, avoiding the accusations coming from Steve.

 "That’s not an answer.“ Steve pointed out. 

Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes before glancing up from the book he was reading. "Look, Steve. I get what you’re trying to do.” He breathed out honestly.“You want to find me a nice girl, so I won’t be lonely and it will fix everything, right? But I don’t need one, yeah? And Y/N is definitely not that girl, alright?" 

Steve fell silent because he knew what Bucky didn’t. He knew that Y/N’s timer had gone off when she had run into Bucky. He also knew that Bucky would never know unless someone told him. 

 Bucky went back to his book quietly,"Can I read in peace now?”


 You had tuned out the surroundings, which is actually harder than it looks to you since your powers were so in tune with everything. Two weeks has gone by since that night in the hotel with Bucky. Two weeks since you woke up alone in the messy sheets, not even a note to say that he had left. 

 Your fists collided with hard bag, harsh smacks echoed the walls of the training room as the music blared through the headphone in your ears. It wasn’t loud enough. You could still hear that beep. You could still see that timer hit zero, yet, no love. That morning proved it. 

The morning you woke up with marks from the night before, the very things that made you whimper and moan for him the night before, now made you cringe. They were reminders of what you could never actually have. You jumped out of your zone when you felt his presence in the room, you ripped your headphones out and turned to him

.“What?” You sighed.“Can I not get any peace and privacy?" 

 Bucky smirked a little bit,"Oh, no. You can’t. Cause this isn’t your room, darling. If you want privacy, go to your room. I need to blow off some steam too.”

 You huffed quietly, turning your music off and shoving your phone in the pockets of your shorts.“Whatever, just leave me alone.”

 Bucky grabbed your arm gently on the way out,“Hey.” He breathed out, realizing that you weren’t your usual self.“You good?" 

 You looked up at him in bewilderment,"Why do you care?” You replied aggravatingly.

 "You aren’t yourself. You didn’t even have a come back, I thought this was our thing?“ He asked, a little bit of concern in his voice. "You thought wrong, Barnes.” You murmured.

 "Look, I get it. You’re going through some things, but we’re still partners, and Steve is going on a mission, I was actually hoping you could help me.“ He admitted, just trying to get you to feel better without actually showing concern.

 "What could you possibly need help with?” You asked. 

 "Well, Steve said you knew about this soulmate stuff, and everyone keeps talking about it. I was just curious, he told me to talk to you.“ "You gotta be kidding me." 

 "I’m not." 

 You let out a long sigh, running a hand through your sweaty hair."I don’t know what to tell you. I would never put my timer on.” You told him. “Why not?”  

“Because it was distraction, it would compromise me during a mission if I met my soulmate then. So I would take it off, the time would pause.”

 "What if you met your soulmate without the timer?“

 "You wouldn’t know. Unless they had it on. Your timer would then count down to the next time you meet. For some people, you never see again. Timer goes blank. For some people, the timer keeps going.”

 "What happens if your soulmate dies before you meet?“ "The other person timer stops when their heart does. Some people’s timers will stop if the heart stops and then come back if it starts again.” She explained, a little annoyed that she had to explain it to the man who was her soulmate but would never want her.

 "My timer never started.“ He stated,"At least not until I was the Winter Soldier.”  

You looked up at him,“What do you mean?" 

 Bucky looked around,"Can we talk somewhere else?" 

 You nodded quickly, following Bucky back to his room which was dim with the light on the table. He had books and papers everywhere because he was trying to catch up on everything. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and you followed his actions. 

 You let go of your angry to hear him out, but that didn’t mean you were gonna forget. However, you still had the undeniable need to be there for him.

 "When Hydra still had control, the men who taunt me to motivate me. Even as an assassin, I still had slight emotions.” Bucky explained,“They picked up my timer, I guess. When it started in like 1991 , they’d put it on me, let time run and then take it away when I acted out. Prolonging my time. They would threaten that if I stepped out of place, they’d follow me until I found her and then they’d take her away. When I got my memories back, I never put it back on. I left it at the apartment I was living in. I didn’t want to put her in danger. Last time I had it on I had 9 hours left." 

 You were speechless, trying to form words and failing."I-I think you shouldn’t keep yourself from having a normal life. You never know, she might be able to handle it.”

 Bucky rolled his eyes,“No.” He murmured, shaking his head.“ It’s not just Hydra I’m worried about. She needs to find someone else because I’m not the guy.”

 You went silent, taking his words to heart.“You don’t even want to know who she is? Did you even think about what she wants? What if this girl has been wanting desperately for that time to run out, for you to come love and accept her. What if she needs you?" 

 "No.” Bucky glared at you.“You know, for once I thought you would understand since you never put your timer on. You’re doing the same thing I am, protecting your soulmate. It’s better that way and you know it. So there isn’t really a difference between what we’re doing.”

 "Yeah, there is.“ She told him impulsively."My timer already went off.”

 "Wait..“ Bucky paused, a little taken back and his face changed. No doubt he was thinking he had slept with some guy’s girlfriend."I didn’t know you were with someone-" 

 "I’m not." 

 "That doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t you be?" 

"Because he’s dumbass, and isn’t that fond of me.” Y/N admitted.

 Bucky looked down for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.“I–" 

 "It sucks, I know. I don’t need sympathy. I’m getting over it.” “You’re just gonna give up? Maybe you can make him come to his senses…”

 "Don’t do that.“ Y/N snapped,"Don’t act like you know, okay? Don’t act like you care, either. I know how he feels. I’m getting over it, and no, I can’t. He’s fucking stubborn and I’ve tried. Don’t give me some false hope. I’ve already been disappointed.”

 Bucky looked up at her in surprise. He didn’t realize that this soulmate had meant so much to her. He was also taken back that she had accused him of not caring. He did feel bad for her. “Look, doll-”

 "Don’t.“ She glared up at him. All she could think about was how he breathed her name that night.

 "Look, Y/N,"He started over,"Jesus, I just wanted to talk, alright? You seemed upset, I didn’t realize that this was such a touchy subject. I also wasn’t expecting you to be so aggressive today. I’m trying to reach out, to be partner, you know." 

 Y/N laughed shakily,"You want to reach out, learn more about me." 


 "The only reason I’m alive right now is because of the timer, because of the idea that some who loved and accepted me was out there and I didn’t want to let them down. I was pushed around all my life, forced into isolation, mental wards, and therapy for years. And all I could think about was that I had a count down to when I’d be happy. And I fell in love with the idea

. I waited desperately for it to go off, and every time I took it off, I broke because there was a chance I’d meet him and I wouldn’t know it, and when I’d figure it out, it’d be too late. And I was, Bucky. I was too late. I ruined it, and now I’m trying to find out what I need to fix myself. So yeah, soulmates are a touchy subject and you wouldn’t understand because you can’t even find it in you to get up and go find the love of your life, and that says something, Barnes.”


Day six of @kiribakuweek2k17 and I’m bringing more fluff!  Check the tags for more notes on this piece if you’re interested!

“You know I wanted to be there today.”

“I do.”

“It wasn’t my fault I got called in to work last minute.”

“I know that.”

“There was an emergency downtown and my Quirk was best suited—”


Kirishima snapped out of his rambling and turned at the sound of his name.  Bakugou sat up in bed with his arms crossed, watching Kirishima with a stern gaze. His book lay discarded on the nightstand and he had moved his glasses to the top of his head.  Kirishima chewed his lower lip.  He felt awful and the way Bakugou looked at him wasn’t helping.

“Come here.”

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Easter Bunny. (SR)

Warnings: slight smut at the end not edited 

Your pov:

“Okay Derek here it is.” Spencer said handing the costume over to him. “Now wait ten minutes okay? We need to go wake up the kids.” He said smiling over at me. I smiled back and headed for the stairs. We walked towards Olivia and Luke’s room. I cracked the door to peep my head inside to see them still sleeping soundly. I smiled and turned the lights on. “Olivia, Luke guess who’s here!” I said excitedly. Spencer walked to Olivia’s bed and sat down on it as she crawled in his lap yawning. His arms came around her small frame as she looked up at me. “Who?” She asked with wide eyes. “The Easter Bunny is here!” I said loud enough to wake Luke up. “Mom it’s too early.” He said in his sassy voice that he most definitely got from Spencer. I gave him a little pat on the backside as he slouched up. “Oh now just because you’re six doesn’t mean you can’t be excited about the Easter Bunny.” He sighed and slid out of bed on the soft carpet. “Let’s go with daddy downstairs.” I said grabbing Luke’s hand as Spencer carried Olivia. I turned towards her, “Are you excited for the Easter Bunny?” I asked tickling her stomach. She smiled widely and wiggled wanting to be put down. Spencer let her go as soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs. He smiled at me and placed his hand on my backside, ushering me into the family room. Spencer pulled me into his lap as he sat down on the couch to wait for Derek to come in. “Mommy when is he coming?” Luke asked impatiently. “Hey! The Easter bunny could be a girl!” Olivia screamed as Derek came through the door. I looked over at him and almost cried of laughter. “Look who it is!” I said pointing over to the tall bunny. Both of them screamed running over to Derek tackling him. “What did the Easter bunny bring you?” Spencer asked resting his chin on my shoulder. I looked at him smiling and kissed his lips softly. “Oh my girl, what did you get?” I asked sitting on the floor next to her. “The Easter bunny brought me a dress mommy!” She said excitedly trying to put it on over her pajamas. I giggled to myself and helped her put it on over her nightgown. “Look at you! You look beautiful!” I said patting down her coffee colored hair. She turned to Spencer and held her arms up as Spencer placed her on his lap. “Do I look at pretty as mommy?” She asked Spencer. My heart fluttered at her question. “Of course baby, you and mommy always look so pretty.” He answered her. I smiled in admiration and turned my attention towards Luke. I laughed and shook my head seeing him sitting on Derek. “Buddy, the Easter bunny needs to go to the other kids houses okay? You need to get off of him.” I said laughing. He got off of Derek and came over to me showing me his new truck. “Wow look at that buddy! Do you like it?” I asked sitting on my knees in front of him. He nodded his head rapidly and smiled. He ran over to the couch jumping on Spencer. I smiled to myself seeing Spencer cuddle up to both of them. I turned towards Derek, “They Easter bunny is leaving now, say goodbye and thank you!” They both screamed in unison, “Bye bunny, thank you for the presents.” I smiled and escorted Derek out of the house. “Thank you Derek.” I said as he took off his head. “Anytime.” He said smiling and walking towards his car. 

I walked back into the family room to see the little ones in the floor playing with toys. I walked around them and placed myself onto Spencer again as his arms circled my waist. He softly kissed my neck nibbling up to my ear. “I love you.” He commented, laying his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you too.” I told him back brushing my fingers through his soft curls. “How about you say we let them sleep a little longer and you and have a little fun?” He asked quietly in my ear. I laughed as the chills rose over my body. “Who wants to go back to sleep?” I asked. They both nodded and yawned as they ran to the stairs. “Well that was easy.” I said as Spencer and I walked behind them. 

When they were both in their beds fast asleep again, Spencer and I made it to out room. As I was closing the door, he pinned myself against him and the wall as he put his lips on mine roughly. I whined and pulled on his hair. “Why do you have to look so hot?” He asked pulling off his shirt that hung on my hips. His lips roughly sucked over the skin of my neck as I bit on my lip trying not to moan. He kissed his way down my chest and stomach until his knees were sat on the floor. I heard a quiet knock at the door. “Mommy, Daddy?” I heard Luke say. I felt Spencer place his forehead on my leg and slightly mumble ‘fuck’. I quickly threw Spencer’s shirt back on and opened the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” I asked. “Can I take a nap with you and daddy?” I looked back at Spencer and smiled as I let Luke in. “Come here buddy.” Spencer said as he patted the seat next to him. Luke climbed onto the bed and placed his arms around Spencer’s neck. “Daddy what did you get from the Easter bunny?” He looked over at you desperately. “I haven’t gotten my present yet, the Easter bunny comes later for adults.” I snorted and chocked on a laugh knowing exactly what he meant. “Oh.” I climbed into bed with the both of them and cuddled up to Spencer as Luke cuddled into me. I ran my hands  through Luke’s hair and turned to face Spencer. I puckered my lips as his came down to mine. “Later?” He asked mumbling on my lips. I giggled and smiled. “Later.”

A Lovely Night (1/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 1,481

Warnings: Alcohol mention and… That’s pretty much it. 

A/N: Guess who juut watched La La Land and it’s obsessed with it? That’s right, me and @hamilbye​. Inspired by the soundtrack we started writing our first fic together and we are loving it! We hope you guys like it too. PS: listen to the La La Land soundtrack while reading this! haha <3

askbox | ren’s masterlist | nat’s masterlist

“C’mon  [Y/N], you need to go with us!” Natalie was at your bedroom’s door, wearing her sparkly dress with amazing heels. She stared at you as you hid your face with one of the pillows placed on your bed.

“I don’t wanna!” You answer, the voice muffled by the pillow.You sat up and Natalie entered the room, sitting by the end of the bed. “These parties are full of people with egos that wouldn’t fit in the same room if they had to.”

“That’s Broadway, love. You want to make it here, and for that you need to know the right people. There’s someone in that crowd worth your time and effort.” You eyed her like you didn’t believe a word she said, even though you knew there was truth in her statement. “Now grab that pretty dress you never used and put some red lipstick on, we’ll wait for you.”

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1000 followers smut

Sorry I’m only joking would never do that promised I would post it today and I don’t break promises. Really sorry haha didn’t realise how many people were waiting to read it. It has taken me a while to write this one and I have tried really hard. Hope it doesn’t disappoint and you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you thin and thank you again for 1000 followers. Enjoy!!!

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Smile (Prologue)

Jungkook x Reader

MeBeforeYouAU! Series


A/N: Guess whose back back back Back again gain gain Guess whose back guess whose back. I’m back!!! Sorry this took so long really. I hope you enjoy this new series that I’m creating and please anticipate for more!

Prologue / 1. / 2. /


The probability of having a fatal car crash in the state of New York is 1/8,860, which gives any average person more than wiggle room to prevent themselves from such actions. However, not all the time is fate on the person’s side, as Jungkook can clearly point out.

A thriving career, supportive girlfriend, a multitude of talents; all put on the line with one night in the big city.

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I couldn’t think of a good title x~x

Title: Daddy
Pairing: OhmToonz

Request: This just popped in my head but, Cartoonz is always calling Ohm daddy in videos and when they meet just out of spite Ohm calls Cartoonz daddy instead and he sees that Cartoonz is flustered..time-skip to them getting together, Ohm accidentally calls Cartoonz daddy while they’re having sex and Cartoonz is immediately turned on and leads to even better sex.


“When is their plane suppose to land?” Jon asked from the kitchen. Luke looked at his phone before cussing silently. Standing up he grab his keys off the stand and started slipping on his shoes.

“Come on Jon.” He said already opening the door. Jon hurriedly put his shoes on running after Luke. When Jon got in the car Luke handed him his phone. “Text Ryan and ask them what airport they’re landing at.”


Luke looked around the waiting room, Jon standing next to him, phone in hand. “Do you see them?” Jon asked. Luke shook his head and walked over to the chairs. Sitting down he pulled out his phone and scrolled through Twitter. Jon walked towards the food stands, whinging about not getting anything to eat.

“That’s all you do, is eat.” Luke yelled after the tall lanky, dark haired, male. Luke chuckled when Jonathan flipped him off. Looking back at his phone he saw Bryce had texted him.

TolFuk: Where are you guys?

Luke made a mental note to never let Jon use his phone… Though he might keep Bryce’s name. Before Luke could write back, Bryce sent another message.

TolFuk: Never mind found Del. We’re headed that way.

Luke stood up when he saw Jon walking towards, Bryce and a short guy with him. The guy was almost a head or two shorter then Luke, a little on the chubby side. Not obese, more like some baby fat clinging to his cute flushed cheeks, that a framed a huge bright smile. He was practically drowning in his grey hoodie and of course bunny ears attached to the hood. Think black rimmed “hipster” glasses framing his shining hazel eyes. Fluffy brown hair, that tempted Luke to run his fingers through, fell into his face. The boys smile brightened even more when he spotted Luke standing there.

“Got your bags?” Luke asked. Bryce and Ryan nodded. Getting into the drivers side Luke waited for everyone else to get situated. “So what are we going to do? I mean after we drop your bags off at the house.”

Everyone looked thoughtful before Ryan spoke up, voice innocent. “Can we get ice cream daddy?”

Luke stared at Ryan, mouth wide open. He ignored the tingle that ran up his spine, a small flame burning in his stomach. Swallowing hard, throat and mouth suddenly dry, “Yeah sure, d-do you guys want to get ice cream?”

Jon wiped away the tears gathering in the corners of eyes, laughs slowly subsiding. “Y-yeah ice cream sounds good.” Bryce just nodded.


After they dropped off Ryan’s and Bryce’s bags they headed to the closest ice cream shop. After Luke parked the car everyone got out and headed into the shop, excited for the creamy treat. “What do you guys want?” Luke asked.

“Banana Split!” Jon yelled out.

“I want cookie dough.” Bryce said looking at Luke. Luke nodded at the two then looked at Ryan.

Ryan glanced at the menu before looking back to Luke. “Vanilla, please.”

Luke nodded, “Okay you guys go find somewhere to sit, outside. Except you Jon, you have to help me carry this stuff.”

Luke handed Ryan his ice cream before sitting down next to him. They sat in peaceful silence enjoying their cold treats. Luke glanced at Ryan and froze. The vanilla ice cream was melting and small droplets were running down Ryan’s fingers, faster then light pink tongue could catch. Luke stared at Ryan’s tongue as it flicked out and licked up the ice cream, some getting onto the corners of his lips. Quiet snickers caused Luke to look away quickly, tips of his ears burning.

“What?” He snapped at the two.

“Noth-thing.” Bryce said in between laughs, Jon snickering silently.

Luke glanced back at Ryan just in time to catch the heated look in his eyes, before he went back to his cone.


Luke leaned back in his chair sighing loudly, rubbing his tired eyes. His door creaked open and a mess of brown hair poked in. Luke glanced over, “What Ry?” Ryan walked into the room, fidgeting.

“Can… This is gonna sound weird…” Ryan mumbled. He looked ready to run.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s not weird. What do you want, Ry?”

“Can I um… CanIsleepwithyou?”

Luke stared at him. “…What?”

Ryan sighed heavily. “Can I… Sleep with you tonight?”

“Jon had you guys watch a scary movie.” It wasn’t a question but Ryan nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

Ryan climbed into the bed and slipped under the white covers. Luke slipped off his shirt and slid in next to him. A squeak made him pause, he looked over to Ryan, who was hiding his red face in his hands. Luke chuckled quietly, “Night Ry.”

Silence flew across the, making Luke think Ryan was asleep. Then a quiet voice spoke up, “Night daddy.” Luke bite his tongue to stop the groan from escaping.


“Me and Bryce are going to he store.” Jon yelled as he slipped on his shoes. “You guys need anything?”

“Did you get the list of the fridge?” Luke asked coming down the stairs. Jon nodded, holding up the slip of paper. “That should be everything we need then.”

After they left Luke walked towards the kitchen to get something to drink. He stopped when he saw Ryan coming done the stairs. Luke did a double take when he saw the shirt Ryan was wearing, it was his. Luke’s eyes unconsciously traced down Ryan’s body. He was wearing Luke dark red sweater, grey sweatpants, and white ankle socks. His brown hair hanging limply in his face, damp.

He smiled when he saw Luke. “Where are the others?” He asked when he was next to him.

“They went to the store.”

Ryan hummed, “We should do something while there gone.”

Luke throat suddenly felt dry.

“We should watch a movie.” Ryan said eyes excited.

Luke nodded, “Yeah sure. You go pick out a movie and I’ll get the snacks.”

When Luke walked into the living room he saw Ryan sitting in the floor surrounded by movies. “Why do you only have horror movies?” Ryan asked glancing over his shoulder.


Ryan stood up and handed Luke the movie he picked. Then he sat on the couch, a can of pop in hand. Luke looked down at the movie case, The Grudge


Ryan whimpers and hide his head in his knees. Luke silently chuckling next to him. Luke looked back at his phone, scrolling through Twitter, before he got a lap full of a frightened Ryan. He looked down at the shaking big before wrapping his arms around him. A few minutes later, after the movie was over, Ryan sat up cheeks bright red. Ryan made no move to get, so Luke didn’t move his arms. Ryan watched Luke’s eyes as they followed his tongue when he licked his lips. They stared at each other for want felt like an eternity before Luke jerked forward and crashed their lips together.

Ryan moaned under his breath quietly, eyes sliding closed as his hands tangled in Luke’s hair. Luke’s hands gripped his hips tightly, pulling his body against his own. Luke licked Ryan’s lower lip, one hand moving up his back and into Ryan’s brown hair. Ryan gasped when Luke pulled on his hair lightly, Luke smirking. Luke trailed down Ryan’s neck, kissing and nipping, leaving marks behind. Ryan let a loud whine, his grinding down, when Luke lightly bit the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

Luke bite harder, worrying the skin between his teeth, Ryan whimpering and moaning softly in his ear. Luke’s hand slipped into Ryan’s pants and underwear, gripping him lightly. Ryan gasped, his hips stuttering, hands gripping tightly on Luke’s hair. Luke’s other hand slipped under Ryan’s shirt, his fingers tweaking Ryan’s nipple. Ryan’s back arched, a small whining escaping his lips.

“Someone’s sensitive.” Luke said, smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. Ryan pulled hi up into a sloppy heated kiss, his hips jerking in Luke’s hand. Luke’s tongue snaked into his mouth as his thumb swiped over the head of Ryan throbbing member. Ryan pulled back pants and whines pouring from his bruised, wet lips. His hands clawing at Luke’s shirt covered back.


Someone gasping loudly made them freeze. Luke slowly looked over and saw Jon and Bryce standing in the entrance of the living room, eyes wide. Ryan whimpered eyes glossy, cheeks burning red. “I- uh- We’ll just- Yeah…” Jon mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

Ryan hide his face in Luke’s chest. “Oh my god. That was horrible. They’re gonna tell all the guys.”

“They won’t say anything.”


“So um… Are you and Ryan…” Luke looked from his sandwich.

“Are we what, Jon?”

“Are you guys dating?” Luke stared at Jon for a minute before he sat his sandwich down.

“I-I don’t know…”

“How do you not know? You guys are fucking. How do you not know if your a thing or not?” Jon said sitting his empty cup in the dishwasher. Luke opened his mouth but stopped when Ryan came running into the room, a wet Bryce chasing him.

“Lukey help me! The mean monster is gonna hurt me!” Ryan giggled out climbing into Luke’s lap. Luke held in his laughter when he looked at Bryce again. He looked like a cat that was thrown into a pool.

“Wh-hat happened?” Luke asked trying to hold in his laughter.

Bryce took the towel Jon got and pointed at Ryan. “Your boyfriend pushed me into the pool.”

Ryan busted into a fit of giggles, clapping. Luke could understand why all of the fangirls loved when he done. It was adorable and Luke loved it. He loved hearing Ryan laugh, he loved being the one to make him laugh. He loved Ryan.


Ryan’s back hit the bed softly, Luke slipping his shirt off before climbing onto the bed. Ryan bit his lower lip lightly, anticipation burning in his veins. Luke hovered above him before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lip. His lips slowly trailed down Ryan’s neck, leaving kisses and marks behind. Luke’s hands ran up Ryan’s sides pulling his shirt up and off his body.

“I love you.” Luke mumbled kissing Ryan again.

Ryan wrapped his arms around Luke’s neck, one hand tangling in his hair. “I love you, too.”

Luke’s fingers slipped under the hem of Ryan’s boxers, sliding them down his pale legs. They kissed softly, hands roaming each other. Luke trailed kisses down Ryan’s body, skipping over his flushed straining cock. He smirked at the whine Ryan let out, nipping and suck marks into the skin of Ryan’s quivering thighs. He moved to Ryan’s butt, spreading his cheeks. Ryan squeaked when Luke’s tongue poked him, pressing lightly. Luke’s tongue keep prodding until the muscles loosened up.

Ryan squirmed, unsure of he should feel about this. It felt…weird but he also kinda liked it. Ryan’s thoughts were broken by Luke’s tongue pressing further in, brushing his prostate. A high pitched whine escaping Ryan his hands gripping the bed sheets. After a few minutes Luke slipped in two fingers, stretching his walls. Slipping his fingers out, he lined his throbbing member up. Leaning down Luke kissed Ryan as he slowly pushed in, Ryan gasping into his mouth. Luke paused waiting for Ryan to tell him he could move.

“M-Move…” Ryan moaned out. Luke nodded thrusting slowly, Ryan’s hand snaking around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss.

Soft whimpers and moans flowing from Ryan’s plump red lips as Luke thrusted harder. Ryan’s legs wrapped around his waist, his hands pulling on his hair. Ryan tossed his head, Luke biting at his pale throat. One particular word Ryan moaned out made Luke groan deep in his throat, body heating up.


Luke’s hands gripped Ryan’s hips and thrusted hard, hitting his prostate dead on, ripping a high pitched moan from Ryan’s throat. Luke pinned Ryan’s wrist to the bed with one hand, his other gripping his thigh. “Fuck, princess.”

Ryan whined deep in his throat, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. His flushed member slapping against his stomach with very thrust. Luke’s large hand wrapped around it, jerking in time with his thrust. Pleas and curses pouring out of Ryan’s mouth, hands clenching and unclenching. Another hard thrust and Ryan came hard, his back arching. “Daddy!”

Luke moaned under his breath, Ryan tightening around him like a vice. Luke thrusted a few more times before coming deep inside him, Ryan’s name slipping from his lips. Luke propped himself up on his elbows, kissing Ryan softly. He rolled over and went to get out of the bed but when Ryan latched onto a sleepy whimper leaving his lips. “Don’t leave…”

Luke chuckled softly and pulled the covers over their naked bodies. His arm wrapping securely around Ryan’s waist. Ryan curling into his chest a content sigh blowing out of his noes. Luke smiled and kissed his forehead lightly. “Night, baby. Love you.” He whispered into Ryan’s brown hair.

“Night, daddy, I love you, too.” Ryan whispered quietly before his quiet snores filled the dark room. Luke soon following him into the land of dreams, a small smile on his face.


I feel like that was absolute shite. Am not good at writing smut xD

A Jonsa drabble (of course, duh). A flash of inspiration thanks to the above. One shot modern AU fluff and I couldn’t resist. Sorry.


Don’t Tell (Her)

Sansa sighed loudly as she fell onto her bed in sheer exhaustion. She would take a shower after her nap. It had been a long shift and the four car pile up on the M51 motorway had sapped her of everything she had, when the victims came ushered in one after another. She had counted at least seven of them.

Seven survivors and none dead, she thought, thankfully.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, her ears registered a faint knock on her door. Sansa rolled her eyes, wishing she had her own place for the thousandth time.

“Come in.”

“Hi darling, I thought I heard you come home,” Catelyn sauntered in to greet her eldest daughter. Her bright blue eyes danced as she sat on Sansa’s bed. Sansa was exhausted beyond doubt but there was no need to brush off and dismiss her mother because of it. It was probably something she needed help with.

“So, your dad’s birthday is coming up and instead of the usual date night we always have, thought maybe we could plan something as a family. What do you think?”

Yeah, there it is.

“Right, of course, Mum. What do you have in mind?”

“Oh I don’t know love, maybe go for a short weekend getaway? Rent a ski chalet up north with the family? You’re so good at planning all these my darling, whatever you think I’m sure your dad would love it,” Catelyn suggested.

She was right. Sansa had a talent in organising family events and the most recent one was a luau for Rickon’s 12th birthday. Everything went perfectly as planned that day, even the weather cooperated. Sunny and warm, without a drop of rain. Sansa knew Rickon’s obsession with surfing wasn’t just a phase. It was one party to remember and it had earned her heaps of praise from everyone who attended. She stifled a giggle when she remembered the look on both her parent’s faces when he boldly announced his wish to be a professional surfer when he grew up. No doubt, the party anchored that dream firmly in him. Rickon with his sandy auburn hair and blue eyes would have no trouble looking the part.

“Did someone say ski chalet? Ooh can we go, can we go please?” a voice rang in excitedly as Arya who was looking for her mother, walked past her room and joined them.

Ugh. Great, leave the door open Mum, please, don’t bother ever shutting it. Ever.

“We’re going skiing everybody!” Arya bellowed, obviously trying to rally the rest. Sansa slumped back onto the headboard in defeat.

Yeah, okay call everyone in here please, how thrilling. Sleep, what sleep I don’t need sleep.

“What? Skiing? Really? When?” Bran’s head popped in seconds after. “Ricky! We’re going skiing!”

“Oh my god really? Good lord, of all freaking times..” Sansa sighed, waving her hands up in exasperation.

“Now, now, nothing’s been planned yet but I thought for Daddy’s birthday we’d do something together as a family. So I asked Sansa if she thought renting a ski chalet for the weekend would be a good idea,” Catelyn explained gently to her excited brood.

“Sansa, we have to go skiing, what’s there to think about? Get on it, will ya?” Arya demanded, plonking herself on Sansa’s bed, which suddenly felt very crowded.

Rickon and Bran leapt in and sat on the carpeted floor beside Sansa’s bed. “Yeah, can we go please Sansa? Pretty please? We rarely ever go skiing with Mum and Dad. Please?” Rickon pressed his palms together in a mock prayer to Sansa, his earnest face scrunched up adorably. In spite of herself, Sansa chuckled, how could she say no to that face.

“What’s happening? Family meeting?” Robb’s voice greeted them as he entered the already stuffy bedroom.

“Sansa’s going to plan a birthday trip for Dad. We’re going skiing!” Rickon shared excitedly with Robb, who was now already leaning against the wall next to Sansa’s bed and the boys.

“ Is that right? So does Dad get to know or is this a surprise?” Robb asked, chuckling at his brothers’ enthusiastic nods.

“We should tell him, you know he doesn’t like surprises. Plus he’s the one who needs to drive us up there anyway. So would be better if he knows,” Sansa finally spoke amidst all the enthusiasm and excitement in the air. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Well then, I guess that settles it. So a skiing getaway it is. So, I leave it to you my dear, I’ll leave my credit card details for the booking and let me know if there’s anything you need help with. Ooh, this would be such a great birthday trip for him, I know it!” Catelyn hugged her daughter and finally concluded the impromptu family meeting. Sansa nodded and smiled. She was too exhausted to say anything else and perhaps that would be a signal for everyone to get out of her room so she could rest. Sansa was seconds away from barking at them to leave but she was supposed to be a good example so she chewed on her lip instead.

“Okay everyone out of Sansa’s room, she just got home and she needs to rest. She can’t plan anything if we don’t let her rest. Come on everybody out the door now,” Catelyn playfully shooed the rest of them away towards the door and stepped out herself, as if on cue and gave a wink to Sansa. Sansa smiled back appreciatively and threw herself back on her bed and ducked under the covers.

Yes. Finally. Peace and quiet.

“Hey Sans-”

Sansa wished her bed would just swallow her up. Sansa gritted her teeth. “Oh my god, yes! We are going skiing for the weekend and yes, everyone IS going and I’ll take care of it. Now if you don’t let me sleep, I swear to god I’ll cancel the whole trip and all we’re going to do is eat breakfast at McDonald’s for dad’s birthday! Please just go away and let me rest!”

Sansa’s head popped up from under her duvet covers to see who was disturbing her this time.

“McDonald’s breakfast doesn’t sound too bad, honestly. I personally recommend the hot cakes,” Jon greeted her as he sat at the edge of her bed, watching her with an amused look on his handsome face. Sansa groaned and sat up, giving him an apologetic frown. Jon reached over and gifted her a much needed kiss on her lips. It was brief but just what she needed from her beloved.

“Don’t ask. Two words. Dad’s birthday.” Sansa shrugged and held out her arms to Jon for a hug. “I missed you.”

They hadn’t seen each other for days ever since Jon started his shift as a paramedic a week ago. Granted, it wasn’t a new relationship but it was a new job that meant irregular hours for both of them. She still missed him terribly.

“I missed you too, my love. I take it you had a long day?“

Sansa nodded as she pulled away from Jon. She must look terribly exhausted to him, but she didn’t care. Jon was here and it was all that mattered.

“Stay in with me?” Sansa pleaded with a playful pout. Jon chuckled. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to cuddle in bed with her. But they weren’t alone and it wasn’t appropriate. Even though he practically grew up with the Starks, he still respected boundaries. If they wanted to be intimate, it would be at the privacy of their own home. Which was going to be soon, since they both had decided to move in together once Jon had settled in with his new job. Plus, Ned Stark would be home any minute.

“Ah, I would love to my gorgeous girl, but you are in desperate need of a nap and I promised Bran to help him build.. Something. I forgot what he asked me to do but I said okay.”

“Oh that’s too bad. Would be nice to have you in bed with me.”

“Oh no, no. Don’t you start it, Miss Stark. You know very well what will happen if I do get in that bed with you.”

Sansa giggled and nodded. True enough, having him in her bed would be the next best thing, but she wouldn’t get any rest, if her furtive glances at the zip of his jeans were any indication.

“Don’t worry, my shift is done for today so I’ll still be here when you wake up,” Jon reassured her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Sansa inhaled deeply, he smelled of soap and clean clothes, which reminded her of the shower she so badly needed.

“Tuck me in, then?” Sansa asked, tugging at his sleeve playfully. Jon smiled and grabbed hold of the covers as Sansa laid her head back on the pillow.

“Kiss you later, sleeping beauty.” Jon kissed her again as she closed her eyes and finally drifted off to sleep. Jon stepped out and closed the bedroom door, heading downstairs to the kitchen where the rest of the Starks were.

“So, I take it she agreed to the skiing weekend thing?” Jon asked Robb, joining him at the dining table who was watching Bran and Rickon play their video games on their tablets.

“She did. Told Mum it was an idea for Dad’s birthday and run it by Sansa. I mean, it is DAD’S birthday. And skiing. If it’s one thing we Starks do well, it’s family vacations. And we’re crazy about the cold. Which is odd to me. But yeah, great suggestion. Mum liked it. Plus, it’s Sansa. She loves planning stuff like these. She won’t say no,” Robb grinned as he rambled on, passing him a beer.

Well she better not. I’ve got everything planned out in secret to make it a weekend to remember.

Jon stuffed his hand into the right pocket of his jacket and squeezed the little velvet box he had been holding onto for the past few days.

Robb saw and smirked at him. “So, you really going for it huh?”

Jon nodded and smiled at Robb. He took out the box and opened it for Robb to see. It was worth six month’s of his salary but he knew it was perfect for her.

Originally posted by frozen23polar

Malec Parenting: Rafe’s Room

Because Rafael was five when they adopted him, he had a large say in how his room would be set up. Going to the furniture store was an interesting experience for the entire family.

“You can choose which bed you want.” Magnus told him in Spanish. Rafe’s eyes went wide, questioning. He looked at Alec who nodded, guessing at what Magnus had just told the little boy, and hoisting Max further up on his hip.

Rafe began to wonder through the aisles of beds, staring at them in wonder. Magnus and Alec followed after him, smiling to themselves. They went through the store like this for thirty minutes before Rafe figured out that this was an important decision he needed to make. Suddenly his face turned serious, and he began analyzing beds.

Alec laughed, “He’s gotten so serious.”

“Indeed. I wonder what he just realized…” Magnus replied.

“Probably that this is really happening.” Alec sighed. “He’s had a hard life… I wonder what he makes of us…”

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