hi hello hope you enjoy!!

anonymous asked:

Can I request a Sora & Riku hug, please? Btw your art is really cute!!

Of course!! Does piggyback/koala hug count? :’D Poor Sora made himself sick loool

Aaa and thank you kind anon!! <333

Weight of Living, Pt. I

Pairing: Sebastian X Reader

Words: 700

Warnings: ANGST!!

Anon asked “Can you write a Sebastian x reader imagine where the reader goes to surprise Seb in Atlanta for filming and she waits in his trailer and he walks into his trailer and is kissing his costar or something like that??? I don’t condone cheating and I think anybody who does it is so low but I’ve been having that in my head all day and I love your writing.”

A/N: Part 2 of So Far. I have to say, even I cried in this part and I never actually cried when I was writing. Sorry guys! Let me know if you want to be tagged. There are 2 parts left.

Tagging: @cathvenger @themistsofmyavalon @mizzzpink @theassetseyeliner @yesixoxo @hollycornish

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“Huh?” What was that? Were his eyes playing tricks on him..? No. He was sure of what he was seeing. Another Sans.

He was not unfamiliar with the multiple timelines thing, but he was still very new to it all. Still, weren’t other Sans similar to this one usually… friendlier? Was this one different?

“Well, buddy ol’ pal, if what ya want is to go into this timeline, no one’s stopping ya.” He said, putting his hands on his pockets and turning to face the strange new mirror directly.

“I’m not gonna waste my energy on ya, unless what you meant by that comment was to pick a fight.”

Oh, he was different, if the grey lighting up his eyesocket was any clue. Certainly he looked to be like a ‘normal’ Sans, but this one was anything but. After all, he wasn’t even himself anymore.

“geh heh heh. so many of us are so hostile towards intruders, especially when they’re other sans. you don’t understand, really, just how many fights i’ve gotten into with blues. and they’re supposed to be less… hostile, than you reds.

“of course, i’ve never actually managed to enter your timelines. so i’m curious. and very willing to show force if required. just wanted you to know that up front.”

There’s something about him that’s off, and, well… the other is also a Sans. Perhaps he can pick up on it.

You’re Hot Then You’re Cold

Request: So i found this AU where the temperature is hot when the soulmate is near, and it’s cold when they’re far. Can you make one with barry allen where he doesn’t have an idea about how soulmate works and there was a time when the room suddenly felt really hot, he ask cisco and caitlin about it and they were like, no barry… it’s not. And then they realize the reader was in the room, you can write however you want it though hihi ☺️☺️💖

A/N: Hi hello! This one is shorter than usual but I hope you still enjoy :) It was a cute idea!

Originally posted by flashallens

“Y/N, you should go home, you’ve been here since early this morning.” Caitlin put a hand on your shoulder as you continued to look at the screen in front of you.

          You shook your head, determined to figure out how the newest meta-human was hitting Barry, even with his speed. He couldn’t even see how they were hurting him, he could only feel it. You had to find this solution as soon as possible, before Barry went out to fight them again.

          “You won’t be able to work well tomorrow if you stay up all night,” Caitlin sighed.

          “I’ll be fine,” you grumbled, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

          Caitlin just nodded and left, giving Barry a look that told him to go talk to you. Barry went into your design office and pulled up a chair next to you, putting his feet on the desk. “Take a break, Y/N, seriously. You look super tired.”

          You looked at him and sighed, rubbing your temples. “I just want to figure this out for you, you know. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

          Barry nodded and began to yawn, causing you to yawn as well. He laughed at your actions, giving you a “told you so” look. You rolled your eyes, “you know it’s only because I saw you yawn.”

          Your forehead started to sweat, making you realize how hot it had gotten in the room. You began to fan yourself with a stack of papers laying on your desk. “It’s really hot in here. Did Cisco turn up the heat on the way out?”

          Barry shrugged, “probably. I’m going to head out, I’ll turn it down for you. Don’t stay too late, okay?”

          You saw a smile in Barry’s eyes and nodded, hoping to take his suggestion. But you weren’t leaving until you made progress. “Bye, Bar.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, so I'm curious. Some fandoms seem to have those big must read fics that everyone just knows. Do they exist in this fandom too and if they do, would you mind telling them? Thanks!

Hey :) I definitely think we do have a couple of those big, must-read ones, but it’s always hard to pinpoint them when a fandom is as big as ours (and have been going on for such a long time as well!) so if anyone has any further suggestions, please send us an ask or submission or like a message in a bottle or something (??), I’m happy to add things to this post later :)

1. The Red Hall chapters 1-46 and chapters 47-59 by lukinha_jesus
Oh dear. Yes, okay. So The Red Hall. Undoubtedly the most famous McLennon fic and possibly the dirtiest one as well. Oh, yes, let’s start with a very very serious NC-17, BDSM and dubious consent warning!

Basically, Paul wants to make a bit of money and joins Master John and Mistress Yoko’s exclusive and private sex-slave club establishment place thingy (can you tell it’s been ages since I read this lol) as a sex worker. Now, that bit is consensual and all, but then all the rest of it is pretty bloody intense for Paul to say the least. It’s a slow burn and it’s veryyy long and while there is lots of sex, it’s also very emotional when it comes to the Paul/John bits. I don’t know what it says about our fandom that this is the most talked about fic, but nothing good, I’m certain :)

2. The Japanese Incident by Luciana_Jesus (21 582 words, NC-17)
While loads of people love The Red Hall, some (our very own Strawberry for example) actually prefer another one of lukinha_jesus’s chaptered very smutty fics - John dares Paul to drink something which turns out to be a really powerful aphrodisiac. Paul is on fire, there’s no bird in sight, only an awfully helpful John Lennon. (My favourite is still Black Olives though! - 4 607 words, NC-17)

3. Fun in the Loo by blackidd (2 305 words, NC-17
I might be a tiny bit biased here, because it’s one of my personal favourites, and, okay, this one might not be as iconic, but still pretty well-known. Ringo is just about to leave the loo, when John and Paul stumble in and well… they have sex. And Ringo watches them. Amazing stuff.

4. Lifting Latches (6 365 words) and Sending Postcards (15 367 words, NC-17) by thinkpink20
Oh thank god, finally one that’s not as pwp-ish! This one is truly amazing, a first time/getting together teenager boys fic with beautiful characterisation. Paul and John swap t-shirts, and also somehow change the nature of their relationship… (By the way check out thinkpink20′s other fics as well - they are all incredible!!)

5. 50 Years Ago Today (4 010 words, R) and The Follow Up (10 469 words, PG) by whatsherass
These are not as well known anymore (they were written 10 years ago wow!), but regardless, pretty iconic and a must-read in my opinion.

Two imaginary interviews with Paul, featuring a McLennon coming out of sorts, and they’re so perfect and realistic that sometimes you have to remind yourself it’s not real - it originally had 3 parts (the second contained John’s revealing tape), but unfortunately because of libra6484’s deleted LJ account it’s not available anymore :( Anyway, the two interviews are still amazing, and they make sense even without the second piece!

*** tetila suggested we should also add
Boy, You’ve Been A Naughty Girl by merseysidestory (NC-17, about 52 000 words)
It has a beautiful John voice! Don’t let the crossdressing scare you off, because that is so not the point of this story. It’s absolutely amazing and my favourite McLennon fic.

And I couldn’t agree more with all that - it’s a pretty famous one too, so shame on me for forgetting about it…! -.- Thank you so much for suggesting it!! :) :)

Here are a couple other ones that are fairly well-known in the fandom and could be worth looking into:
Come And Go With Me + The Contract + Dear Friend

And also two pretty popular authors:
hb_princess (can find all her stuff on the sidebar of her blog) + beatle_boot

And I guess, I just kind of assume that you’re fairly new to the fandom (hi, hello, hey, welcome, hope you enjoy!) and if so, you absolutely have to have to have to MUST check out fionafu’s artwork.

Here we go then :) As iconic as it gets here in McLennon world, I guess :P
- Blake xx


genre: angst, romance, marriage, divorce
characters: reader and namjoon, bts
word count: 1777


You want the divorce. Your marriage is not the same. You don’t think he loves you anymore. This is the right thing to do…right?

Part 1//

Part 2  Different

The days following Y/N’s departure from their shared life were much more painful than she could’ve imagine it would be. At first, she tried treating the situation as normal, ‘cause to her, Namjoon had abandoned her long ago before her request for the actual separation.

But everything was different.

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So this is the super belated ereri secret santa gift for one of my fave blogs aetheride!

Hi, hello, I hope you enjoy it! I really liked the idea of an elven Prince Eren and his beloved knight Levi, so I decided to go with that prompt instead

Sorry about the bg, those usually aren’t my forte, but this was actually really fun from beginning to end and I hope it’s what you want <3

Again, super sorry for how late this is

In Another Life (5/7)

Chapter 5

| O N E | T W O | T H R E E | F O U R |

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You wished for a new life, you wanted one, you got it.

Word Count: 583

Tags:@kyara2015 , @brookemaloley , @imaginesofdreams , @kairos34 , @maddiepalos , @lucifersnudes , @bit-of-a-timelord , @nebulaeofpie , @shamvictoria11 , @swtltlmrvlgrl , @relatedkpop , @ncoleys , @rachael-othman , @ncoleys , @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory , @winchesterswantmypie , @obsessedwithatwell , @ignorantart123 , @meatballevan , @koehlerhwu , @xxsenpaizoellaxx

Warning: None

A/N: Here is chapter 5!! I hope you enjoy ♥

“Hello?” His voice snapped you back into reality.

“Sorry, it’s just.. Is it really you? Steve Rogers?” You ask, smiling a little bit.

“Yeah, my name is Steve Rogers, but who are you?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow.

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Boy: Luke Hemmings
Request: Yaaaas
Warning: smut; language

“Don’t touch me.” I growled, shrugging his hand off of my shoulder.

His blue eyes gleamed with tears.

“Please, baby I didn’t mean it.” He begged, moving towards me again.

I stepped back. “If you didn’t mean it, then you wouldn’t have said it, Luke!” I raised my voice.

A noticeable wince flashed across his face. He didn’t like yelling, let alone when it was from me.

“Y/n, ple-”


He looked dumbfounded, eyebrows knitted together tightly.


I sighed. He was making it harder than it had to be.

Big, bright blue innocent eyes stared at me, warm tears falling freely.

“You don’t mean that…” He whispered, the small apartment falling silent.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” I sneered, turning on my heel.

My feet moved over the carpet, the softness causing tears to brim behind my eyes.

Luke’s hand caught my wrist, spinning me to face him.

“Don’t make me go, please.” He mumbled, looking towards the floor. The silver of his lip ring moved against the skin of his lip as he tugged at it.

My heart ached at the sight of him so torn. But then again, he shouldn’t have opened his mouth.

“You’re on the couch then. Goodnight, Lucas.” I told him, ripping my hand from his fingers, leaving him standing alone in the middle of our living room, jaw slack.


Standing in the bedroom, it felt a little bit empty without Luke’s tall frame with me.

The air in the room was quiet, all except for my breathing and the sounds of the city outside my window.

Turning my head, I stared at the clock.

3:41 am.

Fucking hell, I wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

A sigh released itself from my lips as I slipped off Luke’s t-shirt, the soft confines of the fabric now gone. The cold air of the bedroom nipped at my bare skin, making me shiver.

I admired myself in the full length mirror that sat in the corner of the room, my waist curving inward. Now, I wasn’t unhappy with myself, but I wasn’t the happiest with myself. But then again, who was?

Loud engines and horn honks resonated up the walls of the alley and into the space of the small room, irritating me.

I usually slept better with Luke beside me, but he pissed me off so I was going to have to deal with it.

Lying back onto the soft mattress, I made an effort to get comfortable, relishing in the warmth of the duvet.

Until the door creaked open and shimmering blue eyes peeked through the door.

“What d’you want, Luke?” I huffed monotonously.

He sniffled. “I-I’m really sorry… I promise I did not mean a single w-word I said earlier.”

“C’mere,” i stood from the bed once again. “Come show me how sorry you are.”

He looked confused now.


“Make love to me, Lucas.”

My heart raced and a dull throb erupted from between my legs as he ripped his Green Day shirt from his body, muscles flexing as he stalked towards me.

Luke’s hands gripped my ribs, pulling me as close to him as possible.

A look of pure lust and adoration etched itself onto Luke’s face, his pupils dilating vastly.

Qucikly, soft, pink lips were pushed against mine as hands wrapped around my waist. The rough callouses on Luke’s hands stroked the bare skin my hips as I was laid down onto the soft mattress. 

It took me by surprise. 

Usually whenever Luke and I fucked, it was rough, heated and quick. 

But tonight, Luke and I weren’t just fucking. We were making love.

“Tonight’s about you.” He whispered, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, looking to me for permission. 

With a quick nod of my head, he slowly pulled them down, tossing them to the side. “Fuck.” He groaned, the wetness between my thighs growing as he kissed the inside of my thigh.

I arched my back, unclipping my bra quickly as his tongue traced a line down my stomach, below my navel.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He mumbled, right above where I needed him.

I groaned when he stopped, staring at me intently. “Fucking do something, Luke.”

A chuckle tumbled from his chest as his tongue quickly delved between my folds, a sigh and a sharp gasp releasing from my lips. The coolness from his lip piercing took me by surprise.

Luke’s hands trailed up my legs, hooking over my hip bones to hold me down as they began writhing upwards. “Patience,” he murmured, licking a stripe downward. “Is key, my love.”

I whimpered when his lips attached themselves to my clit, a finger pushing into me slowly yet harshly.

“Fuck, Luke.” I moaned, fingers tangling and twisting through his blonde locks as he continued flicking his tongue over me.

I knew he liked where he had me; shaking and whimpering as he pushed me to the edge. I was at his mercy.

My body felt empty as he pulled back from my clit, the slight stubble on his chin shining from the moonlight seeping into our little apartment bedroom.

Any trace of anger I had felt towards him earlier had seemingly vanished.

“What the hell, Luke!” I growled, the loss of his fingers taking a toll as I was so close to coming. A smirk took on his heavenly sculpted face.

“Not yet.” He whispered, standing back from the bed. His hands pushed his flannel pajama pants from his pale legs, only a pair of thin AE boxer-briefs separating the two of us.

“Luke, please.” I whimpered, the bulge in his underwear making me even more impatient.

A smirk formed on his pink lips as his tongue shot out, wetting them slightly.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, eliciting a small moan to slip from my own lips. “I’m not even touching you, y/n.” He teased.

“Please, Luke. I need you.” I whimpered, tears brimming with how much I needed him.

Luke lowered himself to above my ear, biting at the lobe. “What? What do you need, y/n? What do you want me to do?”

All sense self-control was now gone out the window. “You! I need you, Luke! Touch me, fuck me, eat me, I don’t care.” I screamed, irritated with him.

Thankfully, that was all he needed.

With one last reassuring kiss, he pushed into me slowly, I low groan falling from his lips. The sound of Luke moaning was the sexiest thing I could imagine.

“You’re so tight.” He panted, hooking my legs around his waist, hitting deeper as he thrusters harder.

I moaned when he slammed into me, seeming to looking for something. His hips rammed into mine roughly, pivoting ever so often.

“Fuck!” I cried, a high pitched gasp squeezing itself from my legs. My fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, leaving small crescent moons in his skin.

“There it is.” He sighed, his forehead pressing to mine, forearms laying by either side of my head. He had me trapped but I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer.

“Shit!” I moaned as Luke continue to either graze or slam into that same spit over and over again, the familiar burning and tightening starting up in the pit of my stomach.

Luke wasn’t the first person I’d ever been with sexually, but he was the first person I’d been this intimate with.

It wasn’t about fucking, or giving pleasure to one another through sexual advances with him. It was about the small things; my favorite coffee in the morning, the smell of a failed attempt at making breakfast, or the times when he tells me I’m beautiful and brushes a hair behind my hair.

Luke was the first person who got under my skin to figure me out; to figure out what made me tick and shake and scream

“I-I’m almost-” He started, a groan and a slew of curses stringing into one incoherent sentence.

I nodded, my own orgasm building to new heights.

“Fuck, Luke!” I cried, my back arching into his chest as I hit my high with a force, milking out his own orgasm.

A loud groan filled the air as his face scrunched up and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. My hazy eyes focused on the vein popping out from his neck as his head tilted upwards.

Riding out our highs, I pulled his face to mine, kissing him passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pulling out to lay next to me.

The city below our shitty apartment fell quiet as if it knew about Luke and I’s love-making.

“I know,” I breathed, cuddling into his side. His pale skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making him more attractive than usual. “You proved that.”

He giggled his manliest giggle, kissing my nose before mumbling a quiet ‘I love you’ and closing his eyes.

I followed his lead, whispered an 'I love you, too’ as the room fell silent.

I didn’t know much, but what I did know was that I couldn’t wait for to hear his morning voice.

hi yes hello. i hope you enjoyed that, it took me forever to write because i got bored. but its done now! yay! 

anyways, send me some requests or w/e. ill try and get some done tomorrow and whathaveyou. :-)

i love you sunshines!


#2- You tell him you're pregnant (4/4)

“Hello xx could you possibly do a visual preference of 4/4 when you tell them you’re pregnant? Thank you so much!”

This was a lot of fun to do and it gave me intense feels. Enjoy. x


*laughs* “This is so amazing, (Y/N). We’re going to be parents.”


*gasps* “Oh my god….” *smiles*


“Guys… she pregnant!” *cheers and laughter*


*on Keek* “Hi guys… I’m gonna be a dad!”

Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoy this c: It bothers me a lot that Ash’s isn’t black and white but oh well. Send me your requests! x


omq-its-frankie-blog  asked:

Hey I live in the same town as you, and I wondered where you get your hair done because your hairs always so lovely!! btw I used to be taught by your husband in French and Spanish!

Hello! Oh cool- I hope you enjoyed his lessons!

I go to the cutting rooms on Ivy Road and have Alicia (ask for her, she’s the best!) xxx