i almost got heart attack

Smile - Yoongi (Suga)

Description: It felt like millenniums had passed since you had seen him and your busy modelling career and his even busier photography career managed to keep you both apart, until tonight

Pairing: reader x yoongi

Genre: fluffy smut

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: firstly, the gif isn’t big and it’s making me very uneasy and second, im sorry…you’ll see

The modeling industry was a bit more hectic than your course leader had portrayed it to be but your spirit never allowed you to back down to any challenge…until today. You were privileged to meet and work with models from all different corners of the world never once regretting one encounter but your manager had went ahead and changed that whole perspective.

“y/n,” You had all just finished up a shoot on the beach and she walked over to you with a towel, “we need to talk,”

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From Starbucks to where we are now (Elliot Alderson x Reader Smut)

Request: An imagine where reader (girls) is as socially awkward as Elliot and works at Starbucks. Elliot comes in one day and she notices him extra and then a few days after HE asks for her number but she says no but writes it on his cup. And then some relationship stuff and fluff, and maybe some smut at the end if you’d like.

A/N: I hope you like and enjoy this imagine, because I do! Leave your comments behind!

Word count : 2,032


“Next, please!“  You shouted and took care of the next customer in the line. Today was a very rough day at Starbucks. So many people came in and out and you barely had time to take a little break. Unfortunately, one of your co-workers fell ill so the whole work was waiting only for you and for another girl. It was pretty exhausting. You had to take orders and serve people at the same time, while your other co-worker prepared everything.

After a few hours, you were very tired and your feet began to hurt terribly. You took a look at your watch and noticed that only three hours had left for your end of work. Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself together and continued your working.

As always, there were some jerks who tried to hit on you. You experienced such things every time at work. But you didn’t pay much attention, not even defend yourself. You were not the type of girl who socialized a lot. You were different. You rather spend some time alone instead of meeting people or going out. Besides, you barely had friends to hang out with and reject everybody who tried to spend some time with you. The only friend you had was Amanda, your co-worker. She was nice and funny. You could trust her.

Once you gave an old lady her order, a young man at your age stepped in front of you. You gave him slight smile. “What would you like to order?” He stared at the menu behind you, surveying it thoughtfully. Then his green-blue eyes gazed at yours. “What would you recommend?” His question took you off guard. Normally, you never got questions like this. Something told you that he was very different than other people, maybe even more different than you. Your eyes wandered at the black hoodie he was wearing. You always had a thing for hoodies in general. You almost had a collection of different colors of hoodies in your wardrobe. Admittedly, it suited him very well.

“Uhmm.. I would prefer Caramel Macchiato, sir.” You replied politely. His eyes still was fixed on you, which made you feel very uncomfortable. It felt like his eyes would pierce wholes through your body. “Caramel Macchiato it is then.” You wrote down his order as he took a place at the end of the room. You followed every single move he made, so mesmerized by this young man because you knew he was unusual. As he looked back, you instantly tore your eyes away from him and told Amanda to prepare his order so you could give it to him.

A few minutes later, you nervously walked to the young man of whom you did not even know his name. “Here you go!” You mumbled as you lay the cup of Caramel Macchiato on his table. “Thanks.” He said before you walked away with some strange feeling in your stomach.

It was not the only encounter with him. He would used to come every day from now on, always ordering the same drink and sitting at the same spot, while he used to tip something on his laptop. You wondered what he did.

Once in a while, he would stare at you, observing every move you did. You must say, you kind of liked his attention. He was very handsome and the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life.

“Hey..” You heard someone mumble behind you. As you turned around, you saw him, clothed in his usual black hoodie you fell in love with. Sometimes you wished he would give it to you so you could add it to your collection. “Hey..” You answered. It was Sunday and the store wasn’t as much as full as it used to be. He handed you over some money. “The usual, please.” You nodded and started to prepare his order.

“C-can I have your number?” You almost got and heart attack and nearly dropped the whole macchiato on the floor. What was he asking? Your number?  “No!” You shook your head. How could you give him your number? You didn’t even know that guy. You turned around only to look at his sad facial expression. “What a pity..”  You thought about it. Maybe giving a try?

He wanted to grab the cup in your hand but you pulled it away from him. You sighed, grabbed a marker and noted your number on the plastic cup, which made him smile widely. After he went out of the store, you hoped inwardly not to regret the choice you made. And you didn’t.

Only a few hours later, he called you only to tell you that he wanted to meet you. And since you had no other plans for the week,  you agreed at his offer.

You spent your first “date” in his apartment. His name was Elliot Alderson, a very wonderful name, and he was working for AllSafe. As you suspected, he was pretty different. You found out he suffered from anxiety, depression, paranoia and delusions. Besides, being touched made him feel very uncomfortable but he made an exception when it came to you. He didn’t mind you touching or hugging him, no he felt better.

You always used to play with Flipper, because you loved dogs with your whole being. And Elliot loved watching you when you played with her. You told him about your hoodie collection, that you loved long walks, dark rooms and coffee. That’s why you also worked at Starbucks. The rest of the night you used to cuddle a lot, watching films on Netflix while eating Popcorn.

From that day on, you both were dating each other. He would take you out for long walks as you used to like and sometimes spent the whole night with you awake and surrounded by the dark, talking to you about different stuff. And you grew to love him every single day. He created feelings in you that nobody had before. He may be awkward or unusual but he was interesting too and you loved him.

It was a rainy day as you came back from work, paying Elliot a visit. Actually, you spent every day in his apartment, he even asked you if you’d like to move in with him. You clothes were wet from the rain because you were too silly to take an umbrella with you. All you wanted was taking a nice shower, wearing some of Elliot’s comfy clothes and cuddling with him on the sofa.

He greeted you with an amused smile as he opened the door, giving you soft kiss on your cheek. “Save your silly comments, El!” You warned him and entered the apartment. On your way to the bathroom, you took of your jacket and shoes, Elliot watching you. “I’m taking a shower, babe.” You told him. You were too busy with taking off your clothes so that you not noticed that you hadn’t locked up the door.

And of course, Elliot took the advantage of sneaking into the shower. He was waiting for this moment a long time. As you stepped under the shower and turned off the water, you were greeted with hot warm water, that instantly calmed your tensed muscles. You sighed contently, feeling the exhaustion washing away from your body.

Suddenly, two strong arms were wrapped around your waist and you flinched at the sudden contact. You were almost screaming if there wasn’t Elliot who held his hand over your mouth. “Shh.. baby.. It’s me. “He whispered seductively in your ear. “Elliot! What are you doing here?!” You hissed, as he pulled away his hand. “Wanted to shower with you. What else?” You slightly felt nervous because it was the first time he would ever see you naked. You were very self conscious about your body, and didn’t like it very much. “Elliot, please go out.” You pushed him away but it was useless since he was stronger than you. “No..!” He whined. “I want to shower with you!” You turned to him, looking lightly sad. “Elliot, please. I don’t want you to see me like this.” He stared at you confused. “Like what?”

“My body.” You gulped. “I don’t want to see you my body like this.” He pushed you against his well built chest, stroking your wet hair lovingly. “What’s wrong with your body?” He asked. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his tender flesh. “I don’t like my body, El. I feel fat.”

“That’s nonsense, (Y/N). You’re not fat. You’re perfect.” You smiled a little bit at his statement. “And besides, I don’t care what you’re look like. You’re beautiful to me. Inside and out.” You pressed your body against his, mumbling an “Thank you,Elliot.” He kissed your forehead. “May I show you how much I love you?” You exhaled nervously, knowing exactly what he meant. It was your first time and he would take your virginity in a bathroom. Not really the way you imagined your first time, but hey it could be very exciting. You nodded your head in determination. “You may..” You softly spoke.

Elliot pushed you carefully against the wall, his lips were pressed against yours, kissing you with hunger and lust. His hands were trailing all over your body, leaving shivers wherever he touched. As he nibbled on your neck, a low moan escaped your lips and you could feel yourself getting wet between your legs. Elliot found your sweet spot with no difficulty, sucked and licked the tender skin.

You wrapped your hands around his body, your nails digging into the skin of his back. He pressed you more against the wall, loving the way you made him feel. You could notice his erection against your stomach, biting your lip. “Jump.” Elliot panted and you did as he ordered, wrapping your legs around his waist. He continued to pleasure your neck until there was nothing more left than hickeys. Although they would be visible at work tomorrow, you could care less. You were too much into this moment and enjoyed Elliot’s amazing mouth on your neck.

One hand wrapped around your waist, his other hand trailed down to your sensitive area, his thumps teasing your clit. You rolled your eyes in pleasure, moaning out his name. “Elliot!” He continued to tease your entrance and later on inserted one finger into you, pumping his finger in a slowly and agonizing way. “Mhmm, Elliot.”

Elliot could get used to the sweet sounds you made because of him. He looked at you in admiration, how you bit your lower lip, trying to muffle your moans and how your eyes fluttered with lust. He couldn’t wait any longer and slowly slid himself into you. His already hard erection was filling you completely, stretching your walls. Deep and low moans escaped your lips and after Elliot gave you time to adjust to his size, he began to move. First very gentle and carful, later wild and passionate.

“(Y/N)!” Elliot groaned, pressing your foreheads together, losing himself in this intimate moment. Thrusting harder, he hit one spot you craved for the whole time, making you yelp. He kept thrusting  that spot, making you see the stars. Slowly, you felt something build up in your stomach and knew that your high was approaching. “I-I’m going t-to cum, El!” You panted. Elliot nodded his head. “I’m c-close too..”

You buried your face again in the crook of his neck, feeling your high coming closer and closer. Suddenly your walls clenched around Elliot’s member and you arched your back, screaming his name. Elliot rode you through your orgasm and after his thrust became sloppy, he came himself. You were on birth control, so you didn’t mind him releasing into you. You both took a moment to calm down from your highs. Elliot pecked your lips, sliding out of you. “I love you, (Y/N). It was beautiful.”

“I love you, too Elliot.” You responded. “And yeah, I agree with you. It was beyond beautiful.” You washed each other before you stepped out of the shower. From now you were definitely a fan of bathroom sex.

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Anon asked: Headcannons of dating Lydia Martin and being deaf ❤️

Warning: mention of sex

(A/N): I love this idea guys , Lydia x deaf!reader is my favourite pairing <3. When I say terapy I mean when a deaf person goes to the Speech therapist, and help the deaf person talk ,  a friend of mine is doing it and although it’s fucking hard , he can almost talk completely normal.

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  • she already knew sign language, but she is still going to ask you if she is doing it right or sometimes mouth some words
  • gossiping with signs (she loves it)
  • not having problems with her screams
  • but also being sad cause you don’t have the chance to hear her voice
  • if you want she will help you with therapy, scratch that, she will do it even if you don’t ask for it (Speech therapist)
  • Lydia sometimes will dance out of the nowhere when her favorite song comes out the radio, she will drag you and make you dance with her. She will tap your shoulder at the rhythm of the song
  • super overprotective girlfriend
  • like wow, you won’t know if someone says something bad about you , but she hears everything
  • She will sign you something like “I’ll be right back love, I forgot something to do, wait for me on the library” she will kiss you cheek walking away with a smile, but once she is close to that person who insults you, or said something bad to you, she will put that “bitch you’re dead” face.

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Harry zipped up his bag and carried it to the door. Paul had thought of everything, except for Harry’s hair products. He had washed his hair this morning, but looked like a mess because the hotel’s shampoo had turned his hair into one dry mass.  

Texting Barbara, he paced the room, waiting to be picked up. She texted back immediately, reassuring him that they’d get his hair in order before the first interview for the day.

He stopped the pacing when he thought of Louis. His skin prickled with the memories of last night, with the feeling of Louis’ fingers had left all over Harry. He touched a bruise on his hip, losing focus.

Last night had certainly been hot. A one time thing, but hot nevertheless. Something to remember. Louis had been demanding, and at the same time he’d seemed so giving, a little insecure even. Harry reckoned he’d been the same. After all, they didn’t know each other well, and didn’t know the other’s boundaries and preferences.

Yet, Harry had felt like they had slotted together quite well. It had been easy to read Louis, to understand his body language. In the same way, Harry hadn’t needed to use words to make Louis understand what it had been he’d wanted. Louis had simply known, had read every single one of Harry’s needs before he had the chance to voice them.

Harry had left Louis’ room after the third time getting each other off. They hadn’t really talked in between. Whenever Louis had said a word, Harry had shut him up with a kiss, and every kiss had led to them riling each other up again. Louis had complained the whole time, but every complaint had been accentuated with him biting Harry’s skin, a low moan, or a loud whine. Even if he had been complaining about hating Harry, hating himself for getting into bed with Harry, he had been into it, and had complained even louder each time Harry had withdrawn.

There was no doubt that Louis had wanted it the same way Harry had.

Hopefully now, they’d be able to move on from it. The tension between them was solved, they had given into the attraction. With that, they should’ve got it out of their systems. Looking at Louis now, Harry wouldn’t think about kissing him, or what it would be like to touch him, to make him moan. He was over it now. That’d make working with Louis so much easier from here on.

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Sick (but not of You)

Hi!! can i request a fluffy Changkyun scenario where he’s sick and you have to take care of him? thank you~~~


pairing: reader/changkyun

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

author: Admin E


“What?… No, of course I made some soup for him but-… Listen, he won’t wake up… I’m not gonna do that… Okay, I’ll try… Yes, thank you… Yes, I’ll call when I need something. Bye.” You sighed as you hung up the phone and turned around to look at the sleeping male on the couch.

“You called Kihyun?” Changkyun asked and you almost got a heart attack.

“Jeez, I thought you were dead.”

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It’s my party and I will cry if I want to

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: post CA:CW, where Tony and Steve were lovers before everything got destroyed

summary: it is Tony’s birthday and he is not looking forward to it with his team and Steve being gone. Turns out that he has more friends and life likes to surprise.

length: 4 275 words

warnings: starts with angst to end with kind of fluff

a/n: okay, not gonna lie, I was struggling with this fic. initially it was suppose to have a sad ending, but, honestly, I don’t like writing sad endings if I don’t plan on making it better. so, I changed it! I think I am much happier with his fic now. hope you like it! title is a lyric from the song by Lesley Gore “It’s My Party”. Inspired by SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING - NBA Finals Spot #1 - “The Invite”.

Happy Birthday, Tony!!

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It’s my party and I will cry if I want to

“Tony…”

It was too nice to wake up. Not yet.

“Tony… Hey, babe.”

A wet kiss just in the middle of his forehead. He knew the drill. It was a warning and if he won’t wake up, the wet kisses would continue, leaving wet spots all over him. Someone was acting like an overly happy puppy.

Tony stuck his tongue out in disgust, making a face into the pillow. “Whaaaat?”

“Open your eyes.”

A nose nuzzling against his nose. Go away, puppy.

With a groan, Tony complied, knowing that he won’t get any more rest anyway. He saw bright blue eyes looking back at him.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!”

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Ah jesus christ, I just got all my IM notifications at once. I almost had a heart attack at the noise my browser made. It sounded like R2D2 being put through a blender.

anonymous asked:

How do you think the chocobros would deal with a s/o that likes to nap everywhere /but/ the bed and couch (the floor, windowsill, at the desk, etc)? [Lol imagine them coming home seeing them collapsed on the floor and almost getting a heart attack]

I got really lazy formatting this one… in any case, I don’t know if I actually answered your question…. In any case, they’d all probably curl up next to em, wherever they are.


Noctis has been gone all day, attending meeting after meeting and if someone even starts the word “Majesty” he’s gonna snap. He’s absolutely exhausted. So he comes home and he’s surprised when he smells dinner in the kitchen. He walks in there to try and find you, but you’re not there – however, there’s a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove on low heat and noodles in the strainer. But where are you? He walks into the living room and you’re asleep on top of the coffee table next to the couch, phone on the floor nearby. He chuckles a bit at your antics and grabs a blanket to throw over your prone form. He turns the stove off, then settles on the couch. When you wake up, there’s a coaster stuck to your cheek, but you smile softly when you see Noct snoozing soundly on the couch.
Honestly, Prompto would be the one who sees you on the floor and absolutely panics. He accidentally wakes you up because he doesn’t think to check for your pulse. You’re really whiny because he woke you up from your nap, but you can’t get mad at that pouting face. He asks if you want to come to bed, but you just chirp, “Nope!” and roll over, closer to the wall, and conk out again. Prompto doesn’t understand how the hardwood floors are possibly comfortable but he lays down next to you anyways, snapping a couple photos before dozing off with you.
When Gladio comes home from one of his more intense workouts, his first thought is food. So he drops his stuff and goes to the kitchen, and he’s chugging water and munching on a sandwich while he looks for you. He finds you curled up against the window in a blanket burrito. You don’t have any pillows with you. Gladio has to keep himself from laughing at the sight of you nearly falling off of the windowsill, because he knows that if he laughs he’ll wake you up. He goes to freshen up, and after he’s done, he plops down underneath the windowsill (because he doesn’t want to run the risk of falling), pulls you into his lap, and falls asleep there. Yeah, he would have preferred the bed, but he could sleep anywhere if you were there with him.


Ignis wakes up, and the bed is cold, and the smoke alarms are going off. It’s ten minutes before his alarm clock goes off. Everything snaps into place rather quickly and he’s up faster than he really should have been. There’s smoke everywhere and he’s a little panicked. What in the world is happening??? He goes straight to the kitchen, because where else would the smoke be coming from, and he finds you, half-on and half-off of the counter, a spatula in hand and (what he assumed to be) breakfast literally on fire in the frying pan. He swears so profusely that he’s ashamed afterwards, shaking you awake and pulling you away from the fire before throwing a lid on the flaming food. The fire runs out of oxygen and goes out, and then he’s laughing, because this is absolutely ridiculous. You’re only half awake when he leans down and kisses you and then tells you to please never make breakfast again if you’re tired.
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Hi guys. I’ve been absent, I know that, and I’m sorry. Unfollow me now if you don’t like it when I don’t post regularly. We just found out that my dad has liver cancer that may have started in the lungs or the pancreas. So I won’t be here as much as I used to be. I will post a fic every week or so but that’s as much as I’ll do. I’m moving away so that’s even worse on my family and I. Again, if you don’t like it when I don’t post every single day, unfollow me now and please don’t ask when I’ll post because that makes me feel even worse. 

Thanks for the support. See you around.


Update: Scans said it’s only in the gallbladder, the liver, and the lymph nodes around the liver which is basically the best case scenario we were praying for. Prognosis looks good even though it’s stage 4. He’s getting the surgery soon! Keep him in your prayers and thoughts please.


Update: My dad’s surgery is on the 28th of this month. I’m terrified because, in case you have’t studied human anatomy and have not gone to medical school, the liver is basically the HELL NO zone for surgeons since one nick and the patient bleeds everywhere. They’re providing 15 bags of blood for him during the surgery. 15!!! Idk if you ever donated blood before but Christ that’s a lot of blood meaning they’re expecting him to lose that much.

On the bright side, the 2 surgeons both got their MDs from UCLA and they specialize in the liver and gallbladder only and not the GI Tract system which is super comforting for me anyway.


Update: The results for the small surgery he had 2 days ago came back. Surprisingly, it’s better than the best case scenario we were hoping for. It only took one lobe of the liver, a tiny portion of one of the lymph nodes, but all of the gallbladder. We were afraid it began in the liver because that would have meant it could spread elsewhere. But the mass began in the gallbladder meaning it only spread locally and there is like a 1 in 1000 chance that it could have gone somewhere else so that’s good news too. They gave him 2 months off to heal and miraculously, my mom’s stupid boss finally gave her a month off to care for him.

I can’t say this enough but thank you to everyone for the kind words and messages. It helps me a lot to know I have people I can talk to. Thank you thank you thank you.


Update:  He gave me a scare a couple of days ago when he called and said he had chest pain for 2 hours (which if you know any small medical stuff, your mind immediately goes to heart attack) and I panicked but they performed tests and it wasn’t so thank God because I almost got a heart attack. And the tests for the nodules came back. It just seems that it’s liver cirrhosis and they don’t really have a reason for it. Good thing is it isn’t liver cancer so yeah. He went home  and they start Chemotherapy after he heals so maybe in a month-ish. I am a little scared because the doctor said Chemo for the next 6 months is really dangerous and some people don’t make it so I only have faith at this point that if he made it this far, then he could go for a while longer.

The doctor also said that he took out as much as he could and he wanted to take out more but he couldn’t because my dad would have most certainly not made it so I’m assuming that’s why they’re doing chemotherapy.