here's another one before i go

anonymous asked:

so theres this AU where Junkrat is a tattoo artist and all i can imagine is Lucio going to him to get a tat on his butt or something and junkrat just. internally screaming. why is this man so fine?

I’ve seen that AU! I’ve also seen something where he does piercings? But we’ll go with tattoo artist.

I feel like Lúcio would visit to get another tattoo in addition to the one he already has to like… show someone it isn’t that bad? Like Lena or Hana or someone. Like he has this big one on his arm and so he decides to get one on his ankle.

And I thought his cute frog logo would be nice but then I thought about his AoE graphic in HotS and how that would look cute around his ankle so I think that’s what he’d go with and he’d stroll up to Jamie with the design in hand and be like “Hey, I’d like this on my ankle please.”

and Jamie just freezes and forgets how to talk for a minute bc holy shit, Lúcio is beautiful. Then Lúcio has to awkwardly clear his throat and Jamie is all flustered like “Sure, mate, you want it that color or something else?” 

and they go through the whole process with Jamie just barely making eye contact and Lúcio thinking it’s adorable and Hana just popping bubble gum in the back like “this is much more interesting than watching the process of Lúcio getting a tattoo.”

So Lúcio sits down and Hana comes over on her phone and takes a picture, like a before picture, and Jamie is all nervous even though Lúcio isn’t really talking to him anymore, but Lúcio starts laughing and Jamie’s chest constricts.

I think Lúcio would ask Jamie questions about how long he’s been working there and stuff like that, small talk and Jamie nervously answers but then starts to warm up to him. And then he starts making Lúcio laugh and he just beams like he just won the lottery and Hana is just soaking all of this cute flirting up.

When he’s finished, Jamie scribbles his number on the back of a card and slips it to Lúcio and says “U-uh, call me if you, uh, want me to make any changes or anythin’” and Lúcio just takes the card and looks at it and Jamie is just blushing madly. Like please let this gorgeous man understand what he means by that.

And Lúcio just smiles and says he’ll definitely call him and Hana gives him a thumbs up and then they leave and Jamie knows without a doubt that it’s possible to fall in love at first sight.


Pinescone Yuri on Ice AU, some redraws from ep.7, I don’t want to pick between who is who, so I’m gonna go with Dipper as Yuuri, so Mabel can make him all of the costumes <3

Something to Consider before you Curse: Reversals

Before I get into this: I don’t have any issues with cursing, but I am seeing people jump into them quickly, and even casting them against each other on here so I’m going to explain some shit that people need to know if this is what they want to do.

Before the Three-fold law was brought to the forefront because of Wicca, there were a few commonplace ‘rules’ many, many witches followed, one of which was: To never use your power on a another witch.

This was not because of morals.

This was because there are ways of sending things back to the caster. A witch attacking another witch never ended well for either party (or their loved ones, really, because nothing ever just effects one person), it was essentially declaring a never ending war, because yeah you may have thrown up some protections, but all that has to be done is a reversal spell more potent than whatever protection you gave yourself. Rinse and repeat until one party gives up.

That being said, here’s two reversal spells I have in my book of mirrors. I have adapted them and combined other published spells to make these, so if you happen to have the same books as me some parts may be familiar.

I have tested these.

Hex & Curse Reversal Candle

  1. Get a new candle, you’ll want it to be large. The longer the candle burns the more powerful the spell.
  2. Turn it upside down. Carve off the bottom until the wick is exposed and can be lit.
  3. If necessary, slice the top so it can stand flat on it’s top, upside down.
  4. Dress the candle in any oils or herbs you find appropriate to help you with this. Meditating on it can help if need be. Different curses/hexes are better stopped by different things, so if something feels right, use it. Just make sure it’s safe.
  5. Light the wick, while chanting
    “Let this evil done against me reverse itself, as I have reversed you.”
  6. Meditate and focus your intent while the candle burns. Do it until you feel it is enough. Let the candle burn out. If you stop meditating on it and feel like you should a few hours later while the candle is still burning, do it. When the candle burns out, the reversal is complete.

Hex & Curse Reversal Spell

  1.  Gather 6 blackthorns, or pine needles.
  2. Create a wax (or clay, if burying) image. It does not have to be specific, it can be a generic human figure. If this is a curse or hex, this spell will be able to trace where it came from.
  3. Stick a thorn/needle through each hand, while saying
    “The evil you have crafted returns to you.”
  4. Stick a needle/thorn through each foot, while saying
    “The evil you visit upon me returns to you”
  5. Stick a needle/thorn through the mouth, while saying
    “The evil you spoke returns to you”
  6. Stick a thorn through the forehead
    “The evil that you think and create returns to you.”
  7. Burn, or bury the image

People: But imagine if Victor leaves Yuri!! Or one of them dies!!! Or one of them can’t go back to one of their countries because homophobia!!! Imagine the ANGST and the DRAMA and the-

Me, a tired queer:

Originally posted by diablito666


One of the warmups from my stream! I really wanted to get the feel for my stylus again by working in hatching and textures in the same way I would with pencils (it was fun to say the least)

Like I said before, Vietnamese Keith is one of my favorite headcanons for Voltron bc 

1) I’m Vietnamese 

2) Vietnamese people are hardly represented in TV shows in general

Voltron leaves a lot of room for Keith’s backstory so I don’t think it’s far fetched!! I could see him missing foods from his childhood, and going to festivals with his parents as a wee child. TToTT Here’s a doc by @lutrinaee if you want to see more about this headcanon from another voice! (Thanks for putting this together! <3<3)

Anyway! This is Keith donning an aó dài with a lion design (aha!), which I based off of the costumes for the Lion Dance Festivals in Vietnam. :> Thanks for reading <3


More photos of White House staffers reacting to the news about Trump:

At least 150 WH staffers came out to hear Obama speak. They lined up in the garden behind the press, listening intently. When he was done, they applauded for a solid minute, at least. Your pooler saw three staffers crying, and many others with closed eyes or staring up at the sky.

The mood here is somber and quiet. Your pooler asked one aide in tears what was going through her mind; she said “I’m just sad,” before walking away. When it was suggested to another aide that today was bittersweet, the aide replied, “I don’t know about sweet.”

Guys, I need to take a break from my usual silliness to talk about what we’re all thinking about, one way or another: Election Day.

Here in Japan, it’s already Tuesday. I’m going about my day as usual–I actually have a class to teach in just a few minutes. I have to keep this swirling nervousness inside me because it’s an observation lesson, so I have to be in my best behavior.

But don’t think, for one second, that this isn’t affecting me, too.

I know a lot of you are probably like me: before this election, you couldn’t have cared less about politics. I bet some of you even wish it wasn’t happening.

But it is.

It IS happening.

Tomorrow will be a day that will go down in history books; it’ll be something your children read about in schools. It’ll either be known as the day we NARROWLY dodged a bullet…or the day the world ended.

So what I’m asking of you, here and now, is to VOTE.

I don’t care if you think it’s a hassle. I don’t care if you don’t like either of the candidates that actually have a CHANCE to win the presidency. I don’t care if your morals are screaming at the top of their lungs that this election is rigged to high hell–VOTE.

This is bigger than your morals. This is bigger than you, and your vision for what America should be. Because this is what America IS, and you need to face it, deal with it, and VOTE.

More specifically, vote Hillary Clinton.

Yeah, yeah, I know–some of you don’t like her. Some of you would rather a third party candidate than either Hillary or Donald.

But let me ask you something: do you really think any Republicans are going to be voting third party? Do you actually think, seeing all the numbers and statistics that have been EVERYWHERE on here, that your champion actually has a chance, when it’s been proven over and over again that VOTING THIRD PARTY DOESN’T WORK?

And do you think, for even one second, that your friends will still stand by you, you who split the Democratic vote because of your morals or whatever–do you actually think they’d be able to look at you the same, after you helped hand Donald the presidency?

Would YOU be able to face yourself in the mirror, knowing you helped make that happen?

Again, this is bigger than you, your morals, and your vision on what America should be. This is what America IS.

Face it.

Deal with it.

Vote Hillary Clinton.

And for those of you who say it’ll be too much of a hassle to vote, let me put things in perspective for you:

For an absentee ballot, I had to register to vote online, wait until it was confirmed, print out my ballot, provide documentation that proved that I was who I was, and negotiate the mailing of said ballot from my post office. In Japanese.

And you’re telling me you can’t stand in line for a couple hours? If that’s your argument, then you’ll find limited sympathy from me, if at all.

I know this task is daunting. There will be bigoted scum watching the polls, challenging your rights, trying to prevent you from performing your civic duty.

Do not let them win.

Do not let this literal spawn of Satan win.

Vote Hillary Clinton.

Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader-What do you mean?

Thank you @juanchachi for requesting!! I changed a few things and I hope you like it! 

“What do you mean, ‘I can’t go to the party’?  I have attended many of your galas before and I do not understand why I cannot join you to another?” asked Damian.

His father sighed and said, “This is very important for Wayne Enterprises and your brothers are not able to come.  They usually are the ones who watch over you during these events, but since thy are not here, you are staying here with Alfred.”

“Why do you keep treating me like a child?!?” Damian shouted.

He grit his teeth and walked away, hoping not to break anything fragile during their fight.  He clenched and unclenched his hands while traveling up the stairs.  Titus was by his side in an instant and nudged his hand.  Damian looked at his companion and smiled.  Titus could always calm him down whenever he was in a mood and he was thankful for that.  Alfred watched the youngest of the family stomp up the stairs with Titus in tow.  He looked over to Bruce and shook his head.

“He needs a companion other than Titus, Master Bruce.  Do you think we can contact him and ask to drop her off?  They are around the same age and will have to get to know each other eventually.”

“I know.  I’m just worried that he will scare her off,” Bruce said.

“If I know Miss (Y/N) correctly, she will be the one who scares him away,” Alfred said with a slight smirk crawling onto his face.

Bruce laughed and shook his head, “I think she has spent too much time with him if she’ll scare Damian.  I’ll call him and ask if he can drop her off before patrol before I leave for the party.”

“I’ll go fetch the camera.”


“What do you mean, ‘I have to go spend time with the Demon’?  Are you trying to sentence me to death?” you asked your dad.

“I know that he’s a pain in the ass, but you’re gonna have to deal with him until Bruce finishes playing ass-kisser at the party,” your dad said with a gruff voice.

“And what will you be doing while I’m going to the first annual Wayne Hunger Games?” you questioned while folding your arms.


“I could be out there with you and make life so much easier.”

He rolled his eyes and threw you over his shoulders, “You’re going and that’s final.  If you even think about escaping the manor Alfred will contact me, and I will drag your sorry ass back there.  Do you really want to have a bad first impression?”

You laughed and said, “I’ll give him hell.”

“That’s my girl!!”


Your dad had driven you to the manor on his motorcycle.  You had your bag packed with all of the necessities: clothing, weapons, back-up weapons, a taser, two cellphones, random supplies and some books.  Isn’t that what everyone needs when seeing a Damian Wayne in the wild??  

“Welcome, Miss (Y/N).  It’s wonderful to see you again,” Alfred said with his heartwarming smile.

You smiled and ran up to hug him, “It’s nice to see you again too, Alfie.”

He chuckled and waved to your father, who just nodded and drove back to the city.  You watched him travel down the road until you could no longer see him.  Alfred then guided you through the entrance and into the kitchen where a wonderful aroma was coming from.

“Did you make cookies?” you squealed.

Alfred chuckled and nodded.  He grabbed the plate and offered.  You grabbed the one on the top and bit into the sugary goodness they call a cookie.  

“You gotta give me this recipe.  Dad can cook, but he can never replicate your cookies,” you said while grabbing another cookie.

“As long as you don’t give it to Master Grayson I will,” he responded.
“Awesome!!” you shouted.

“Who is this Pennyworth?” a voice asked behind you.

You turned around and saw Damian Wayne standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a scowl on his face.  You heard a bark and felt something bump into your hip.  You looked down and saw a dog nudging you.  You smiled and scratched behind his ears.  He licked your face and walked to Damian’s side.  You laughed and wiped the slobber off of your face with your jacket.  

“I’m (Y/N).  It’s nice to meet ya,” you said while holding your hand out.

He looked at your hand and walked passed you.  You dropped your hand to the side and frowned.  You knew that he was a ‘Demon’ from your dad, but you finally get why they call him that.

“Jerk face,” you muttered under your breath while grabbing another cookie.

“I will leave you two alone then,” Alfred said and walked off, abandoning you in the kitchen with an asshole and his adorable dog.

“I hope that father didn’t adopt another sob story,” Damian said.

You whipped your head toward his direction and said, “Excuse me?  Listen here you shit stain, your father did not adopt me or pick me off from the streets.  I happen to live happily with my badass dad and have respect for those I have around me.  Before you say anything from that shitty mouth of yours, how about you stop your judging and actually get to know the person you spoiled ass.”

You grabbed the plate of cookies and walked out of the kitchen.  Damian just stood there with a horrified expression painted on his face.   He never expected that colorful of a vocabulary from someone his age.  Titus nudged his side and walked out of the kitchen.  He scowled once again at the thought of you stealing his companion.

Saying you were pissed was an understatement.  He did not have the right to assume you were just another sob story that was taken off of the streets by his father.  You weren’t trying to overreact, but your anger got the best of you.  You sat on the very comfortable and expensive couch in the living room and ate Alfred’s cookies while watching your favorite movie and scratching Titus’ ears and head.  He was nuzzled to your side and rested his head on your lap.  You wondered how a nice dog could belong to the bag of dicks that was in the other room.
“Titus!  What are you doing?  I hope you are not feeding him those diabetic disks that you call food,” Damian said while walking up to you and Titus.

“Yes.  I’m feeding your dog Alfred’s most delicious cookies in the world that I only get to have every few months,” you said sarcastically while returning your attention to the movie.

“Your sarcasm is not appreciated, brat,” he hissed.

“Are we starting the name calling game? I have a lot of great ideas for your names and I don’t think you’ll want to hear most of them,” you said while smirking, “assbutt.”

Damian’s face went from angry to confused.  You tried to hold it in, but you bursted out laughing, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to return the plate.  Even if Damian is not friendly, he’ll be fun to mess around with until your dad comes to get you.

“Who is this?” Damian asked while holding your locket.

Your eyes widened and raced to take it out of his hands.  He held his hand high, but you knew how to win this game.  You turned around and walked away, but turned back around and tackled him to the ground.  You pried his hand open, took the locket and put it back on your neck.

“You had no right to take this,” you said while leaning up against the counter and shoving another one of Alfred’s cookies in your mouth.

“Who is in the locket?” he asked once again.

“My dead family. You happy now?”

You took another cookie from the second plate and ate it.  You didn’t like to talk about your old family because it brought up too many memories.

“What happened?” he asked.

“My parents and siblings were murdered five years ago and my grandfather died due to natural causes a year later.”

“Did they get the murderer?”

“Why were you talking about your father earlier?  I thought you said that he was-”

“My adoptive dad you idjit.”

“I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry that I said those things to you.  It was irrational and unfair to you.”

“Apology some-what accepted,” you said while smirking.

“I guess that will suffice.  Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked.

“My grandfather was a boxer and he taught me everything he knew before he passed.  I also took many self defense classes because of my parents, but I perfected most of it while I lived on the streets and when I was adopted by my dad,” you said while pulling yourself up on the counter.

“Did you look up to him?”

“Yup.  He was my role model and basically took care of me when my parents couldn’t, which was all of the time,” you said while faintly smiling.

“How did you meet your adoptive father?” he asked.

“I busted into his apartment and tried to steal some food.  He tried to stop me from leaving and received a fist to the face.  If his friend wasn’t there he would’ve been knocked out on the floor with a nasty headache.  He gave me some more food while he asked me how long I’ve been on the streets and offered for me to stay awhile.  That was about three years ago.”

“Maybe we do have some things in common,” he said.

“Care to explain?”

“I was raised by my mother and grandfather and I looked up to him like you did to your grandfather.  Now I live with my father and Alfred.  They saved me from a very dark future.”

You nodded, “I guess if I never ran into my dad I would become a criminal and get my ass kicked by you and your father.”
Damian’s eyes widened, “You know about that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course I do.  Do you even know who my dad is?”


You smirked and said, “Better not ruin the surprise then.”


“Miss (Y/N), your father has arrived,” Alfred said.

You smiled while jumping out of the couch and running to the entrance.  He was talking with Alfred while you jumped on him and gave him a hug.

“You didn’t miss me too much did ya?” he asked.



You looked behind you and saw Damian with a shocked expression on his face.  You and your dad laughed.  

“Did he do anything?” Jason asked while glancing at Damian.

“Yup but I used by colorful vocabulary and everything turned out well.”

He held out a fist and you bumped it.  You let go of him and dropped yourself on the ground.

“Go get your stuff.  Roy is at home with a bunch of junk food and over fifty movies, so get your stuff and let’s get out of here.”

You squealed and ran off to the kitchen to grab your bag and pack all of Alfred’s cookies.  Jason watched you run out of the room before glaring at Damian.

“If you ever hurt her, physically or mentally, I will kill you slowly and make sure they will never find your body.  Not even Bruce will be able to find you.  She will be visiting more often due to me being out on missions and you better not do anything again.  You got it?”
Damian gulped and nodded.  

“I got everything!! Let’s go!!” you shouted.

“Bye (Y/N)!” Damian shouted.

“Bye Damian!” you shouted.

Alfred put a hand on Damian’s shoulder and said: “Be thankful she did not overreact when you said all of those things to her.  Master Tim was not as lucky as you when he first met her.”

I am all here for Blitz and Hearth kissing for the first time in a time of distress (much like Percabeth’s first kiss) but I think this might be my favorite scenario right now:

Magnus and Hearth have to go one way, Samirah and Blitz have to go another. Magnus is having a heart-to-heart with Sam and they say goodbye. Blitz and Hearth are being their usual selves and talking/arguing. Before Blitz leaves though, he takes a long, meaningful look at Hearth and kisses him.

 It lasts for a few seconds and Hearth kisses him back while Magnus watches them, a bit embarrassed by displays of affection but he’s not going to say anything in this situation. 

They break apart and Blitz leaves with Sam. Magnus goes over to Hearth, snaps him out of an apparent daze and signs, I didn’t know you two were together.

Hands shaking a little, Hearth signs back, Neither did I.

Im jumping on the lacelot bandwagon for a bit here but its more just lance centric.

So imagine lance meeting or perhaps getting kidnapped by lotor (obviously) and Lotor being nice to him and stuff, complimenting him, “Such a shame the others don’t realize the heart of the universe pilots the blue lion.” and just going on about how lance is special in one way or another. And at first Lance isnt stupid, he barks back things like “shut up, they know im special” or “i AM important to them.” etc. Even thougg he feels as if he’s lying a little in the back of his mind because he isnt sure if they even appreciate him. And so after countless times of arguing back Lotor decides to let Lance go but before he does he says “dont worry blue paladin, if you change your mind i will be here waiting for you to return so you dont have to live in their shadows anymore. I’ll make to give you all the love and appreciation you deserve when you arrive.” and that kind of makes lance think for a bit before he takes off to the castle ship.

Fast forward, he gets there and the first thing he hears is Keith yelling at him for disappearing in the midst of battle and a lecture from Shiro about why he needs to be more carful and alert. Hunk and pidge ask what happened to him. Lance is hurt that no one realized he was kidnapped after screaming into his mic for a minute or two before being silenced. Lance contemplates whether he should tell them about lotor but decides not to. He then gets called by allura who tells him to be more carful out in missions and that mistakes are crucial at the time and that he must try harder to be with the team. After that, he tries to help the team when they’re doing something. After another mission and another failed attempt to get his word into shiro, thay night he starts contemplating what Lotor had said to him before he was let go. After another few weeks of things as usual for him, his last straw was when Shiro told him to “stop being childish Lance, that plan might not work.” which was followed by silent stares. He ended up snapping at everyone. Which goes a bit like :

“Lance! dont talk to shiro that wa-”


“Woah okay dude chill ou-”


And with that he walks out. Later that night he waits till everyones asleep and sneaks out and leaves in Blue, at first he doesn’t know where he wants to go so he just flies aimlessly in space before he stops and opens a wormhole. Once on the other side he spots the galras ship and when he lands in it he is greated by Lotor. With tears in his eyes he looks up at lotor before looking back down and closing them before buring his face in lotors neck. Lotors only words are “Welcome back, Blue Paladin, lets get you all settled in.” before lifting him up and carrying him to his quarters.

After a week without lance Shiro and Allura send a tracking signal for blue and pick it up on lotors ship. They prepare for battle and on the others ship they pick up the signal and track how far they are from them and prepare for battle aswell. Lotor made sure lance had no knowledge of the tracking and battle.

Finally the castle ship arrives and to the paladins surprise when they break into the ship, they are greeted with an armored lotor and galra soldiers and Lance by lotors side, holding him close. As the battle goes on lance manages to help capture the paladins. Allura and Coran manage to escape but lotor knows that they will be back for the others eventually. After they are captured lotor tells his guards to throw lance in there with them. As lance screams “i trusted you! why?” and kicks, lotor just grabs him by his face while hes being retained and says “did you really think i was being serious? Clearly i was only after the capturing of Voltron and its paladins.” to a teary eyed lance before he is dragged away to the cellars. Once thrown in he and the team make immense for now as time is crucial. (They make sure to rebuild their friendship and bonding later on properly) and make a plan to escape. Since Lance has been there longer they ask him how to get out with their lions. After finding the lions and getting ready to escape they find themselves stuck as lotor finds out and tries to stop them. After battling with galra soldiers and lance managing to injure lotor, they manage to escape through a wormhole allura had opened after she recieved their coordinates.

Back at the castle they use lances knowledge of the ship to try and find a way to defeat lotor, and each apologize to lance privately for ignoring him and all the things they did. Especially Keith and Shiro. Allura and Coran included apologized to lance as well. Although it may not solve anything fast, lance is happy that they apologized to him. And with that he knows that they’ll be able to build a stronger bond with time.

RP-Starters: Trouble on the Way

”Sorry, hate to wake you up. But I think I heard something.”

“I think we’ve been followed for a while now.”

“We’re not alone.”

“I don’t think we should go that way.”

“That’s a trap if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Hold still, maybe it/he/she/they won’t notice us.”

“So, we just need to choose the lesser of two deadly evils, then.”

“Wait here, I’ll go check it out.”

“Maybe we should take another route, just to be safe.”

“Don’t move or it’ll attack!”

“I have a bad feeling about this…”

“That wasn’t there when we arrived, was it?”

“A lot of people have gone missing here. Be careful.”

“Keep your eyes open, that probably wasn’t the last of them.”

“We have to move out before they come here.”

“They want to keep us on edge, tire us, before they finally attack.”

Want A Massage?

Alright so I am so very sorry it has taken me so long to post something new and I hope y’all aren’t mad. I just had a solid week of exams and I was working and studying so I’ve been pretty busy but we’re all goo to go now! 

ANYWAY, here’s another one that was requested by an anon:

“will you do a smutty one where the joker is stressed out so reader gives him a massage and it leads to more? thank you ;)” 

I hope you all like it and as always your feedback is very important to me so please let me know how I did haha


You heard the door slam before you saw him. Great, it was one of those days, something must’ve gone seriously wrong. You sat up from the couch and looked over at him. He was fuming, face relative flushed in angry, fists clenched, back slightly hunched. Oh god this was bad.

“Hey baby, how’s a goin’,” you asked quietly, careful to not set off any bombs in him.

“What does it look like Y/N? You think it’s all sunshine and rainbows here? Don’t be dumb, you know how it’s going,” he said angrily. You nodded and turned back to your book. You never let him push you around or be abusive in any way, you were stronger than that, but sometimes he could get a bit mean so you knew it was best to leave him alone.

“Alright, well I’ll be here, let me know if you need anything,” you mumbled with your nose in your book. He looked at you and came to sit beside you. You were laying down taking up the whole purple couch. He lifted your legs and slid under you. “Ya wanna talk about it?” You stayed focused on your book expecting a no from him but instead he shocked you and mumbled a sure. You looked up in disbelief.

“Someone tried to kill me today.” You were confused, that was nothing unusual.

“Okay. And? That’s definitely not the first time and it sure as hell won’t be the last J,” you commented.

“They got close. They got too close. I almost fucking died today Y/N,” he said, his voice getting louder with each word. By the end of his simple sentence he was yelling out in frustration. You moved closer to him on the couch and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Awe I’m sorry baby,” you said as you kissed his bare neck. “Want me to make it better?” He looked up at you, curiosity in his eyes. You ran your hand across his chest and back and then moved up to his tense shoulders. He always loved massages. Your father had been a massage therapist before he passed away, bless his soul, you thought. Over the year and in to your teenage and early adult life he had taught a few tricks and tips, mostly to relieve your own stresses but you found them to be quite helpful, especially on J’s tense body.

“How?” He inquired.

“Well I could give you a massage? I know that always helps you,” you said quietly as you continued to rub from his shoulders to his chest and back. He purred at the feel of your hands. “C’mon, you need it. I’ll go grab my massage oil and a towel and I’ll be back down, or you could come up to the bed with me where there’s more room.” It was an innocent offer only aimed to relieve the man of the pent up stress he holds.

He nodded and followed you upstairs, cheekily pinching your bum on the way up. You pushed open the door to your shared room and plopped down on the bed.

“I thought you were the one giving the massage baby girl,” he commented.

“I am. Now sit your butt down and shirt off,” you ordered. He chuckled at you and proceeded to peel his half unbuttoned dress shirt. You laid a towel down on the bed and instructed him to lie down face down on the towel. You took a seat on his ass and poured some of the lavender scented oil in to your palms. “Might be a little cold,” you warned as you placed your hands on his back, your skin a dark contrast to the paleness of his skin. His muscles visibly tensed but relaxed as soon as you started to move your hands soothingly up and down his back.

Digging the heels of your hands in to the fleshy muscle of his back you started your massage. He groaned as the pressure from your hands started to relieve the knots and aches from his back. You repeated the movements of your hands going up and down his back, working out all of the stiffness. You knew he loved it when you really put everything in to it so you gently pressed your elbow in to the meaty parts of his back. He groaned in satisfaction which made you smile with satisfaction.

“Mmm yes baby, that’s how I like it,” he muttered. You continued your actions, rubbing his tense body with a variety of different strokes you knew he enjoyed. “My turn,” he mumbled without you hearing him.

“Hmm? What was that baby?” Before you could say another word he had you flipped on to your back, him hovering above you.

“Oh my gosh, J what are you doing? Turn back around, I’m giving you a massage remember?” You tried to push him off you but failed.

“Oh I’ve got other things in mind babydoll,” he said with a smirk on his red lips. Your heart raced at the idea of what he might do. “You wanna help me relax kitten?” You nodded and bit your lips. “Then help daddy relax.” He slid down your body, placing small wet kisses here and there. Your breathing picked up as he got closer and closer to your most sensitive area. He slowly licked the inside of your thigh, devastatingly close to where you wanted, no needed, him most. He continued his torture for a few minutes, warming you up, making sure you know what’s about to come.

“C’mon, please just do it already,” you groaned in frustration. You could feel his smirk against your leg. Butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach in anticipation. A shriek left your mouth as he unexpectedly licked up your wet slit and sucked your clit in to his mouth. You felt the cold metal of his silver adorned teeth press against your sensitive skin and it sent a shiver down your spine. You hands immediately flew to his green hair and yanked at the roots in pure pleasure.

“Ah ah ah princess, no touching,” he said as he briefly pulled away, using his hands to pin your wrists down. You writhed in frustration as you wanted nothing more than to pull him closer to you.

“I need more, please J, I need more,” you begged. He plunged a finger in to your dripping heat and started pumping quickly, brushing your g-spot with each hard thrust. He soon added a second finger, the intense waves of pleasure bringing you close to your first orgasm. He lapped at your clit and curled his fingers deep in your pussy finally bringing you face to face with your orgasm.

“Yea baby, cum for daddy, cum for me baby girl,” he whispered in to your pussy. The husky tone of his voice matched with the deliciously sexy words sent you flying over the edge. He continued his assault on your clit as your body convulsed due to the pleasure. He groaned in to your pussy and licked you clean before coming up and smiling his metallic grin at you. “Much better baby girl, much better.”

This Is My Version : A Conor Maynard Fiction

Based on the original song by Conor Maynard.

Not requested.

I moved in with the Maynards and Josh for a couple of months now. I was studying abroad here in London. Just like any other cliche love story, I was crushing hard on Conor.

For the past few weeks, Conor and I have been flirting back and forth until one day, he stopped. Last week, when I complimented his outfit, he just stared at me blankly before turning around and head back to his room and changed another outfit. I was confused at his actions, why did he do that? Ouch. I shook it off and go on with my day, thinking maybe he was just not in a mood for compliments, as if.

As usual, I was staying up watching Gotham. I wasn’t worrying about Conor (pfft), I was just binge watching my favorite TV show, no harm right? Jack and Josh went to Caspar’s place to make a video so I got the whole house to myself. I was in my PJ’s, slouching on the couch while eating some chips. I looked up at the clock, its hands reading 1:26 am. I decided that I should call it a night before standing up and hid my chips at the back of the cupboard because I’m sure when Mikey, a friend of the boys, visits them, he’ll go through the cupboard and eat anything that is found.

I picked up the remote control and turned off the TV and at the same time, guess who’s back. Conor. He was holding his car keys in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. 

“ How was the party?” I asked. Conor looked at me with hesitation, put the bottle on the kitchen counter before walking towards me. I felt my heart beating rapidly. He was in front of me now and I could smell the alcohol from his breath.

“Can you just be quiet for a goddamn second?” He said.

“Excuse m-” I was cut off by Conor again, spitting his most vulgar comments at me. 

“Excuse you what? Honestly, do you ever shut up? I was totally fine before you moved in and now your presence irritates me. You’re so fucking annoying.” He spat.

I was at the edge of crying. 

“I’m not going to argue with you, especially when you’re drunk. Talk to me when you sober up.” I answered.

I put down the remote control and turned my heel, walking around him and down the hall to go back to my room,then I felt a strong grip on my arm.


“Let go of me, Conor.”

My arm was starting to hurt and I doubt there will be bruises on my arm with the amount of force that Conor put in to.

“Get the fuck out of the house. You’re not welcome here.” 

“What the hell? I pay rent too, you know.” I look at his dumbfounded face.

“I don’t care if you pay rent or not, you are not welcome in this house. I don’t welcome sluts.” He said.

Slut? What the actual fuck? Last time I remembered having sex was that it didn’t happen.

I was mad. I walked towards Conor, making him taking a few steps back until his back hit the wall.

“Call me anything you want but don’t ever, ever, call me a slut.” I said with my pointer finger poking his chest.

He laughed once. “That’s what all sluts says! Just admit it, you’ve been fucking around with Jack for the past few months.”

I held my fist high up, ready to punch him, until I saw a figure standing by the door…

It’s Jack.

Part 2?

Originally posted by thecwspn

“Did you see the way she asked if you wanted anything? Y/N has the hots for you little brother.” Dean remarked as he playfully elbowed Sam in the side. 

“Dean. She asked both of us if we wanted another beer, not just me.” He nudged Dean back, harder this time, to physically punctuate his point. 

Dean started laughing, his lips twisted into a mischievous grin. “She may have asked us both, but your the one she kept drooling over. Her eyes trained on only you. The little blush and curtsy thing she did when you told her you didn’t want anything before scooting off.” 

“That didn’t mean anything Dean. Let it go. We are all here to have a little fun.”

“I bet Y/N would love to have a little fun with you anytime and you wouldn’t object if she did finally make a move on you.” 

Sam felt his face starting to turn red. He had been falling for you for weeks, but never thought to act on it. But if Dean was right, you were feeling the tension too. He started reevaluating his thoughts and got lost in them. He didn’t notice you had returned until you had to cross over his lap to get to return to your seat. Sam tried hard not to take in your figure as you slid across. 

“Sorry Sam.” You said, finally making your way across him and into your seat. 

“’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” 

Sam quickly looked away and saw Dean’s shoulders rolling with laughter. 

“What is so funny?” 

“You two are as red as these guys’ boxing gloves.” 

{Reaction} When another member confesses to EXO’s S/O.

My first request is how EXO will react if they hear one of their members romantically confessing to their s/o ot12 please.

Note: ah, you know how to challenge me ehe~ I hope you enjoy. (I feel like I’ve done something similar before, but here we go anyway)

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chanyeol tensed as he listened in on you and Kris talking. He knew you were best friends and respected that fully, but as he heard the words ‘I have feelings for you’ making an involvement his heart clenched painfully. Chanyeol isn’t the type to be overly protective or restrictive, but he does feel the insecurity of thinking you’d leave him for someone better. He sighed, somewhat relieved as you told Kris you didn’t see him that way, but he still felt the emotional strain of the thought of losing you entered his head.

Chanyeol: “Aish, why is there so much drama in this life…”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Kyungsoo bit his lip as he looked across the room at you and Kai. The two of you seemed to be having a somewhat serious conversation. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw you pointing at him, clearly he was involved in whatever this was about. He rose to his feet, somehow going unnoticed as he approached. His heart jumped to his throat as it finally clicked what was happening. Jongin was confessing his love to you. A wash of anxiety filled him, even though you rejected Jongin, the thought of you dropping him for Jongin was fresh in his mind.

Kyungsoo: “Emotions make my head hurt…”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by cheolyans

You and Baekhyun had been together for a while now, but due to press and fans, you decided that it would be best to keep it under a secret until it was a better time to release the truth of your relationship. However this does come with quite the consequence as Baekhyun found out during a game of truth or dare. Jongdae was asked who he was crushing on, and drunkenly, he admitted it was you. Baekhyun, who was also slightly intoxicated,was in half a mind to punch him in the face, but you gave him a look, reminding him he couldn’t know about it and Baekhyun sighed.

Baekhyun: “Aish, he shouldn’t confess to people who are in relationships.”

{y/n}: “Keep your voice down, will you?”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by purpleuhan

Sehun returned home from work, slightly confused to see Luhan’s car parked in the driveway. He shrugged, assuming he’d been waiting for him or something. He entered the shared apartment with you, but silently stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a section of the conversation that was happening in the next room. “I know you’re with Sehun, but I love you… and it kills me to see you loving someone else.”

Sehun’s breath hitched angrily, what gave Luhan the right? You were clearly in a happy and stable relationship, why did he feel the need to interfere? Sehun was about to burst in and give a piece of mind, but it seemed you were already beating him to it.

{y/n}: “I’m sorry Lu, I love you, I really do… but not in that way. You’re like a brother to me, and I’m with Sehun. Sehun is who I want to be with. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t lie to you either. I don’t see you in that way.”

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by elaysium

Yixing felt a sense of protection over you now he knew that Chanyeol had confessed to you. You didn’t know Yixing had been listening in, and neither did Chanyeol, but even though you’d rejected Chanyeol, Yixing still self a sense of discomfort and anxiety. He held your hand tighter when Chanyeol turned to smile at you, and he’d take up the space between you both when you’d sit together.

{y/n}: “Are you okay? You seem uneasy, Yixing.”

Yixing: “I’m fine…”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by blondejongin

Jongdae and Minseok exchanged glances and they both overheard Tao confessing to you in the dead of night in the dorm. They’d left their shared dorm to get some water after a long Chinese study session while you, Chen’s girlfriend had been hanging out with Chanyeol in the studio. Jongdae bit his lip as he heard Tao confess his deepest feelings for you, though felt somewhat relieved when you turned him away.

{y/n}: “Tao… I- I’m sorry, but I love Jongdae, and therefore I can’t return your feelings.”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kyungsoo was confessing to you, and Minseok could barely believe it. He stood in the next room, listening in on the conversation with a blurred mind and a confused heart. He felt as though the world was crashing around him as the sincerity of Kyungsoo’s words sounded. He felt utterly numb, and that didn’t leave, even when you rejected him. He stood in the kitchen, heart pounding loudly as Kyungsoo entered the kitchen to leave. The two looked at each other for a long moment, before Kyungsoo continued walking in silence before leaving the building completely.

{y/n}: “Minseok… you… did you hear that?”

Minseok: “Unfortunately.”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by huntertainment

Tao could barely contain his anger as he heard Sehun confessing to you nervously in the next room. He bounded in, his eyes irritable and fiery. You looked sheepish, until you noticed Tao, and your face drained to a very pale colour. Sehun rubbed the back of his neck, sighing, clearly not expecting anything to happen even though he’d poured his heart out to you.

Tao: “What’s going on here?”

Sehun: “I was just leaving.”

Tao: “I thought so.”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by lawlliets

Jongin had told Suho about his feelings for you before now, so he was aware of it. Jongin wasn’t the spiteful type, there was no way he’d do anything to you knowing you were with someone else, but that didn’t stop him from confessing how he felt. Suho hadn’t heard the conversation, but you’d told him what had happened. He sighed, pulling you into his arms in a comforting way.

Suho: “It’ll be okay, Jagi.”

Lu Han

Originally posted by luedeer

Luhan bit the inside of his cheek as Yixing confessed his feelings for you before his eyes. The three of you were in the same room and tension was quick to rise. Luhan held your hand tighter underneath the table and Yixing uncomfortably told you the truth about how he felt.

Yixing: “I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer.”

Luhan: “Leave, please.”

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Jongin sighed as he watched you walk Baekhyun back to the dorm, one arm around his waist and his arm over your shoulder. You were sober, Baekhyun was completely wasted. Jongin watched the scene as Baekhyun started to cry, his true emotions pouring out like a waterfall.

Baekhyun: “I always pretend like I’m cool with you and Kai being together, but it fucking hurts, you know? I want to be the one to hold you at night and send cute messages. But you’re with one of my best friends and there’s nothing I can do about that. I only pretend like I’m okay with it, do you know how much heartbreak you’ve caused me-?”

Jongin: *storms over* “I think that’s enough.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by krismehard

Minseok had confessed to you in front of Kris, not to spite him, but in a way that was mature and clearly well thought through, Kris appreciated that. Minseok explained that he’d liked you for a while but that he respects that you’re with Kris. You seemed uncomfortable, but clearly appreciative, like Kris, that he hadn’t been horrible about it.

Minseok: “I just thought you should know… I’m sorry”

Off The Hook - 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader (baby drabble)

Words: 100
A/n: why not

“Doll, come back!” Your boyfriend called after you as you ran around the building.

“No!” Giggling, you continued to run, “Shit.” You realized you were at a dead end.

Bucky slowly walked up to you with a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets. “Look what we have here.”

“Bucky, please, spare me. I’m too young to die.” You began to beg.

Bucky smiled, and you really thought he was going to let you off the hook. But before you could even say another word, Bucky jumped for you and tickled you. “You’ll never get away from me!”

maybe one day ill make this into a full imagine

Stydia fic recommendations

so, i decided to read some of my favorite fics before 6x01 airs so making another list felt like a good idea. you can see the first one i made here. 

Peripheral Vision - Prompt: When Stiles drops Lydia off after meeting with Vallack, all she manages to get out is “Thanks for not letting me go alone.” But Stiles has so much more to say to her, and she listens to him. She remembers. [MISSING SCENE]  (honeslty just read all of  @wellsjahasghost stydia fics)

maybe someday we’ll get it right  - 5 soulmate universes that Stiles and Lydia don’t end up together, and one where fate wins out and they do;  i think everyone on the fandom has read this but this fic fucks me up so i had to mention it.

You Can Stay With Me For Now by @rongasm - Stiles and Lydia bridge the gap. only the best fic to read between s5 and s6 (i am actually mad we will never see those scenes in canon.) 

Underneath this pale moon sky - Remember I love you. written by @braveprincesa oh god please read this.

Colors -  Stiles Stilinski loves Lydia Martin in every color of the rainbow. someone needs to talk with me about this fic, it’s one of my fav ones and i re-read this while making this list opsss. by @winterblues

Please Leave A Tip - coffee shop AU. i really like this one.

these things will never change (series) -  Sometimes love is messy and complicated. idk what i should tell you because it could be a spoiler! This is my all time stydia fic so enjoy!

and there we’ll feel what’s human inside her- lydia martin character study and part 3 of the out of the ash series by @madgrad2011

Also, if you want to read my fics, here’s some of them:  AyurnamatI’m tired of this place I hope people change.Your eyes tell me everything

*Don’t delete text.* —December Challenge!!

September Challenge was amazing and I’d like to do another one before the year ends. If I get enough participation, it’s going to run throughout the entire month of December. Here’s how it goes: Each day I will be posting a work featuring the request of one follower —the content could be a song lyric, a quote or meaningful words; credits with link will be added on the description box. 

To be included, all you have to do is to:

♥ Be following me

 Message me what you want me to make a lettering of —whatever floats your boat but I will only take requests that are relevant and please don’t send me a paragraph.

You may include your FB and IG username (if you have one) only if you’re okay with me tagging/crediting you should I choose to likewise feature the work on those social media. 

I have never published an artwork on every single day of a month so this is definitely a challenge. I may fail or succeed but I aim to do my best and this is my way of saying thank you and spreading a little happiness to all my lovely followers before 2015 ends. <3