i am not very happy with the colouring but oh well

Harry Potter being raised right, by Sirius Black who just ‘fuck rules, Moony, I’m not letting my Godson live in hell’ because he managed to transform into his animagi form and escape the scene of the crime before he got caught, and took Harry before Dumbledore said anything. Him technically being an Honorary Potter, still gives Harry the protection from Voldemort, while at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Him carrying a baby Harry, who just started speaking, his first words being, ‘Dada’, which makes him start to cry and ‘no, Harry, he’s not here. It’s only Padfoot and Moony now.’ And Harry giggling, because he’s only an infant, and is innocent like that.

Harry being sent to Neville Longbottom’s grandmother’s place during full moons so Padfoot can take care of Moony.

Harry when he’s 2, and can only call them ‘MoonMoon, and Pa'foo’ and laughing when they play Hide And Seek, and Moony just found Padfoot and Harry sleeping on the couch, Padfoot protectively draping his paw around Harry, in his animagi form, and Harry clutching onto the fur happily as he sleeps.

Moony and Padfoot buying a toy broomstick for Harry when he’s 4, and he learns to fly before he can walk, but, 'Its only two feet about the ground, Moony, relax.’

Harry finding the portrait of the Black Family tree, and seeing Padfoot blasted off of it. Harry getting angry, and drawing Padfoot back onto the portrait, with 'Padfoot’, with his crayons, and putting 'Moony’ next to it, and later covering all the other people in his black coloured crayon. 'I’m covering them up.’

Moony and Padfoot telling Harry the truth about his parents when he’s 7, because 'He’s old enough, Padfoot, and he needs to know what really happened. We’d be no better than those Dursleys if we didn’t.’

Harry understanding completely, crying a bit, in the middle of the night, but making sure no one heard him. The next day, Harry asks about his parents, and what they were like.

Harry getting small things that belonged to Lily, that Moony and Padfoot got from the house, and kept for him, including a picture of James and Lily’s first kiss, and many small muggle items she had from when she was small. He also got a sweater that belonged to James, which was from his Quidditch Practicing days.

Moony and Padfoot teaching Harry small jinxes and counter Jinxes when he’s 8, and Harry sneakily using a jinx on Padfoot because it was a prank war, and every prank war means at least one man having pink hair.

Harry when he’s nine, and being prepped on everything to do with Hogwarts, and how to get away from trouble, and which teachers to avoid or go to in the school, if Harry can’t contact Moony or Padfoot.

Harry being 10, and waking up in the middle of the night, to see Moony and Padfoot sleeping together on the couch, Moony putting his head on Padfoot’s lap, while his hand is in Moon’s hair, as he was playing with his hair before he fell asleep. Harry giggling, because 'Moony and Padfoot are in loveeee~’ yet neither of them deny it.

Harry getting his letter to Hogwarts as soon as he turns 11, and Moony and Padfoot’s throw a small party to celebrate, inviting Neville as well.

The three of them going to Diagon Alley, and many people greeting Harry, and Padfoot boasting about it, while Moony laughs.

Harry getting to meet many kids who might meet him at Hogwarts, including Ddaco Malfoy, and Padfoot growling when he sees Lucius, and says 'they’re a bad sort, Harry, keep away from them,’ but he didn’t listen, and being the small outgoing kid he was, he went to say 'Hi! Are you going to Hogwarts too?’ And Draco, actually being surprised and smiling awkwardly because his father was talking to the shopkeeper, at the corner of the room, so he didn’t know what to say, and he nods. Padfoot smiling because Harry looks happy, and Moony thinks that maybe Draco might be different.

Harry promising to send them letters every single day, by owl, while he hugs them goodbye, and runs towards the Hogwarts Express, waving at them until they are no longer visible.

Harry keeping his promise and telling Moony and Padfoot all about Hermione Jean Granger, and Ronald 'Ron’ Weasley, who are his new best friends, and Draco Malfoy 'who is an absolute git sometimes, but can actually be a sweetheart.’ and how Hermione and Ron managed to help him battle a troll in the girls bathroom, as well as meet Fluffy, the three headed dog, and how they played a game of wizard chess, and defeated Lord Voldemort, who was stuck on Professor Quirrell’s head, and how, when he saw the Mirror of Erised, he saw Padfoot, Moony, Lily, and James, (Or mum and dad) standing next to him, while they sat in the house. Oh and 'I’m seeker for the Gryffindors! Just like dad!’

Harry receiving a howler the next day, which was the day before Ron received it, and hearing Moony scream himself raw, 'YOU WERE TAUGHT BETTER THAN TO FIGHT WITH SEVERUS— “Moony, it’s Snivellus, Harry meant no harm, I’m sure of it.” — AND HAD ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO DISOBEY ORDERS. PADFOOT, DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY? “I’m proud of you, Harry, keep up the good work. Tell Snivellus that if he irritates you any longer, he’s gonna have to speak to me.” PADFOO-’ And the Howler ends, bursting into flames, while Ron is laughing, and Hermione smiles, while Draco hollers a “congrats Potter!” and I AM SORRY FOR TAKING UP YOUR TIME BUT I VERY WELL NEED THIS IN MY LIFE, AND SO DO YOU.

anonymous asked:

Wait, who's whitewashed in New Mutants?

*Cracks knuckles*

Roberto “Bobby” da Costa AKA Sunspot is a biracial, white/Black Brazilian man. (The fact that he is Black is actually a crucial part of his origin story too, considering he discovered his powers because racist assholes physically and verbally assaulted him in the middle of a soccer game.)

This is Bobby in the comics, vs his actor, Henry Zaga:

They got the Brazilian thing right, but gee… something seems to be missing. I wonder what it is.

Cecilia Reyes is a Black Puerto Rican woman. She was originally going to be played by Rosario Dawson, (while not perfect, definitely better than who they ended up with) who backed out of the role for reasons unknown. (She probably saw what shit it is.)

This is Cecilia in the comics, vs her actress, Alice Braga:

Well, isn’t that weird. But what an innocent mistake, am I right?

Danielle “Dani” Moonstar AKA Mirage is a Cheyenne woman. A Cheyenne woman with dark skin, and who you could never call whitepassing. 
(Dani has also been one of Marvel’s punching bags for a while now, and I am still eagerly waiting for them to give her her powers back and let her rejoin the X-Men where she belongs instead of fucking around in Asgard.)

This is Dani in the comics, vs her actress, Blu Hunt:

Huh, interesting. I’m sure casting a whitepassing native girl is totally coincidentally matched with the other whitewashing, yeah?

“But Blu Hunt is a First Nations woman, shouldn’t you, a First Nations woman, be happy they didn’t cast a white woman to play Dani?” Well, yes and no. Yes, I’m not as angry as I would be if they casted a white actress, as Hollywood ever so frequently does. But we are not required to be happy for Hollywood doing the absolute bare minimum when they should be aiming for accuracy. You know what the optimal casting would be? A dark skinned Cheyenne woman. Like Dani. But I would have been pleased with at least a dark skinned native girl period. And when you pair this casting with the casting of the two other characters of colour, it’s really fucking interesting how supposedly out of their international search for actresses, they could only find a whitepassing girl as suitable to play this very much not whitepassing character.
Like, if someone came up to me and said “Hey, do you want to play Dani, we know she’s one of your favourite characters!” I would say no. Because while I am half Mi’kmaw, I am whitepassing, and Dani is not.

And finally…

Xi’an “Shan” Coy Manh AKA Karma is a Vietnamese lesbian, who eventually is also an amputee. Shan was the first leader of the New Mutants…

And yet she is not even in this movie. They just. Cut her out. She is the leader of the very team they are making the movie about and they erased her entirely from it.

“An Asian lesbian you say? Oh no. We can’t have that in our movie.” 

Now, all of these characters have faced whitewashing in the comics from time to time, as well. Comicbook whitewashing is a thing. But that doesn’t mean the movies should follow suit. I’ve seen people post pictures of whitewashed art of these characters and say “look, it’s great casting!” You are comparing whitewashing to whitewashing and need to shut the fuck up.

So, this is my biggest problem with the New Mutants movie, if you can even call it that.

…My second biggest problem is that it’s fairly fucking obvious what the plot of the movie is, based on the trailer and comic knowledge, and I’m gonna go ahead and skip a story about the kidnapping and torture of an Indigenous child with the ability to create illusions out of people’s fears and thus turns the place into a haunted house and by extension is the villain of the movie by what will surely be a Shocking™ plot twist.

Dead Girl Walking (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2066

Warnings: Steamy content (well, the title gives that away)

Summary: Connor and Y/N get cast as JD and Veronica in their college production of Heathers. This doesn’t help the crush Y/N has been harbouring on Connor since freshman year of high school.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: Here it is!! This was partially inspired by some requests I got for this, and partially inspired by my Heathers!AU with @memeing-through-a-window

“Hello everyone! To those of you who do not take drama as a class, I am Mr Reyes. I will be directing this production.” Mr Reyes said, and there was a spattering of applause across the auditorium.

“Now, I’m sure you’re all dying to find out your roles in our upcoming production of Heathers. Here we go.” Mr Reyes said, and everyone inhaled sharply.

I crossed my fingers and looked over at my best friend Zoe, her eyes shut tightly in anticipation.

“In the role of Martha Dunnstock, Alana Beck.” Mr Reyes said and we all clapped politely, looking at Alana who was smiling brightly.

“The role of Kurt Kelly goes to Jake Dillinger, and Ram Sweeney goes to Richard Goranski.” A celebratory whoop came from a few rows back, and I chuckled at the boys’ reaction.

“The roles of Mr Kelly and Mr Sweeney will go to Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere.” I smirked slightly, knowing that Mr Reyes was slightly sneaky with his casting of those roles.

“Mr and Mrs Sawyer will be played by Chloe Valentine and Brooke Lohst.” I clapped softly, glancing over at the pair.

“And now, onto the Heathers themselves. Due to the lack of women interested in this production, we have had to give some of our Heathers to the men.” Mr Reyes said, and I snorted, drawing some attention.

“Heather McNamara will be played by Evan Hansen, and Heather Duke will be played by Jared Kleinman. Heather Chandler, our only female Heather, will be played by Zoe Murphy.” Mr Reyes said, and I squeezed Zoe’s hand.

She was smiling widely, and I knew she was going to crush it as Heather Chandler.

“The lovely Christine Canigula will be playing Ms Fleming.” Christine beamed at Mr Reyes, and I felt very happy for her.

“This leaves our two leading roles. Jason Dean will be played by Connor Murphy, and Veronica Sawyer goes to Y/N Y/L/N! Congratulations to you all.” Mr Reyes said, and I looked over at Connor, my eyes wide.

I’d been crushing on Connor since freshman year of high school, and here we are, freshman year of college, and those feelings haven’t gone away.

“Now, rehearsals will start next Wednesday, so be ready. The original cast recording is somewhere online, so listen to it. That’s all.” Mr Reyes said, ushering us out of the auditorium.

As soon as we were out the double doors, I was bombarded with various congratulations.

“You’re so lucky, oh my god.” Zoe said, wrapping me in a side hug. I felt my cheeks go pink, and I smiled gratefully at her.

“Thanks. I do, however, have to have fake sex with your brother onstage. You know how I feel about him, Zo.” I said and Zoe cackled, throwing her head back.

“Well, let’s just say things might end up working out for you two.” She said, winking at me. My cheeks went a brighter pink, and I went to say something, but was interrupted by someone coughing.

I whirled around to see Connor standing there, his hair partially covering his face.

“Hey Y/N. Can I talk to you for a sec?” Connor asked and I nodded, glancing back briefly at Zoe.

Connor shot me a half smile, and walked away. I trailed behind him, jogging slightly.

“So, what’s up?” I asked, catching my breath a little. Connor rocked back and forth on his heels, and I frowned slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering, seeing as we’re going to be spending a lot of time together onstage and in rehearsals, if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch with me?” Connor asked, wringing his hands together.

My cheeks went a bright shade of pink, and I nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. I mean, yeah, of course.” I said, realising I was probably coming on too strong.

“Awesome. I’ll, uh, meet you here at 12. Today.” Connor said and I smiled brightly at him.
“Bye Y/N.” He said, and I waved him off.

“Bye Connor.”


“You guys are coming along incredibly. Everyone except Y/N and Connor can go.” Mr Reyes said, and I glanced over at Connor awkwardly.

Everyone else trailed out of the auditorium, until it was just Connor, Mr Reyes and I left.

“Now, I thought you two would appreciate not having everyone else in the room for this next song.” Mr Reyes said and I gulped, looking at Connor with wide eyes.

“I think you two both know which song I’m talking about. We won’t go through the full choreography just yet, but we still need to start rehearsing it.” Mr Reyes said, patting the both of us on the shoulder.

I took in a deep breath and walked up onto the stage, fidgeting with my blazer. I wasn’t in my proper costume, but I was wearing an outfit that resembled my costume.

“From the top, you two.” Mr Reyes said, pressing play on the music. It started playing and I bit my lip.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday eight am, I’ll be deleted.” I sang, glancing over at Connor briefly.

“They’ll hunt me down in study hall. Stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?” I sang, walking forward a little.

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike.” I looked up at Connor, who was now lying down on the raised platform.

“Wait. Here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking. I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, walking up the platform stairs.

“Before they punch my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, standing in front of Connor, who was now on his feet.

“Veronica. What are you doing in my room?” Connor asked, and I shushed him, waving my hand about wildly. Mr Reyes chuckled, and I took in a deep breath.

“Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you.” Connor’s eyes widened at this line, and Mr Reyes’ laughter increased.

“Heather says I gots to go, you’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth, and lose them tightie whities. C'mon!” I sang, undoing my blazer.

“Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walking. Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking.” I said, shoving Connor down by his shoulders.

“Let’s go, you know the drill. I’m hot, and pissed, and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.” I sang, trying to keep my voice even as Connor’s hands crept up near the hem of my skirt.

I crouched down, looking Connor in the eye. I noticed that one of his eyes was coloured differently, and I felt my heart lurch.

“And you know, you know, you know. It’s cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.” I sang, putting my hands on Connor’s chest.

His chest was surprisingly firm, and his face was rapidly reddening. “So the world’s unfair. Keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Let’s make this beautiful.”

“That works for me.” I pressed my lips to Connor’s, and kissed him with fervour. He kissed back eagerly, and I pulled off my blazer, still keeping our lips together.

I pulled off his shirt, and I let out a gasp at the sight of his bare chest. I pulled away from the kiss, and noticed Connor’s eyes cloud with something dark.

I pushed him down so he was on his back, and I was straddling him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I started kissing his neck and moved my lips further down his chest, kissing furiously.

“Yeah! Full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking.” I sang, reluctantly pulling away from Connor.

“How’d you find my address?” Connor sang, sitting up slightly.

“Let’s break the bed, rock this dead girl walking!” I sang, throwing my arms up in the air.

“I think we tore my mattress.” Connor sang, glancing towards the ground.

“No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew.” I sang, getting a good look at Connor. His eyes wide, his cheeks flushed and his hair mused.

“Okay, okay.” He sang quietly, earning a chuckle from Mr Reyes.

“Get your ass in gear. Make this whole town disappear.”

“Okay, okay.” Connor sang, his voice stronger this time.

“Slap me.” Connor stage slapped me at this line, and my cheek tingled at the contact.

“Pull my hair.” Connor tugged my head back by my hair, and tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Touch me there, and there, and there.” My breath hitched as Connor’s hands roamed over my ass and breasts.

“No more talking. Love this dead girl walking.” I sang, hitting the high note with ease. Connor sang his part with ease, and I drank in the sight of him beneath me.

“Love this dead girl! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” We both sang together, our bodies harmonising perfectly.

“Ow!” Connor said, grimacing slightly.

“Yeah!” We both sang, and I was surprised at how well Connor could sing. The music concluded, and we were both panting.

Mr Reyes applauded, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “Very well done, you two! You have excellent chemistry, I must say.” Mr Reyes said, as I awkwardly clambered off Connor.

We picked up our clothes and pulled them back on, smiling as we walked off the stage.

“I’ll see you at Friday’s rehearsal. I can’t stress how good that performance was, especially for a rehearsal.” Mr Reyes said as we left the auditorium.

The doors slammed shut behind us, and the air became thick with awkwardness. “I, uh.” I stammered, my cheeks burning.

“I’ll, um, see you on Friday.” Connor muttered, walking away quickly staring at the ground as he did.


“Opening night, people! I just wanted to congratulate you all on your work over the past couple of months, so, congratulations!” Mr Reyes said, applauding us.

I fidgeted anxiously with my costume, the indigo scarf I was wearing seeming to weigh a ton.

“Hey, Y/N, you ok?” Connor asked, and I turned on my heel to face him. The dark costume of JD suited him perfectly, and I felt seriously attracted to him.

“I’m really nervous. What if I screw up? What if I can’t hit one of the high notes? Ugh.” I said, running a hand through my hair.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Connor said, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. I looked up at him, noticing the stage makeup that accented his already beautiful features.

“You are going to knock this out of the park. Your voice is absolutely stunning, and I have the utmost faith in you and your abilities.” Connor said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my cheeks.

I felt my cheeks flush, and I noticed Connor’s cheeks were a similar colour. “Thanks.” I muttered, looking right into Connor’s eyes.

He rubbed circles on my cheek with his thumb, and I took in a deep breath. I leaned forward and connected my lips with Connor’s.

His eyes widened briefly, but he closed them quickly, kissing back eagerly. I tangled my hands in Connor’s hair, tugging on it gently.

He let out a groan, and he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer to him. Suddenly we heard a cough and pulled apart, turning to see where the cough had come from.

We saw Zoe standing there in full costume, a smirk wide on her face. “God, Veronica, drool much?” She said and I snorted, glancing up at Connor.

“It’s not like I’m throwing my panties at him, Heather.” I said, and I noticed Connor freeze momentarily.

“Oh, but you will be soon enough.” Zoe said, winking at the two of us. She walked off with a perfected strut, and I let out a sigh.

“She’s the worst.” Connor muttered and I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“She’s not that bad, Con.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“My god, I love you so much.”

Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)


You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.


[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.


{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: everyone keeps asking why they both keep wearing the pink & yellow color scheme mixed together (they share clothes)

Here you go!

Kimberly had been wearing Trini’s bomber jacket all day, the same bomber jacket Trini wore when they first found the power coins, the jacket Trini wore the first time they met. Something about the jacket made Kim’s heart clench, it smelled faintly like her, trees and pinewood, the smell of the forest, calming and refreshing. Kimberly could also smell the hints of a floral perfume, but it didn’t cover the earthly smell. The jacket smelled like Trini, like safety. Kimberly hadn’t meant to take it, she really hadn’t. She had climbed through Trini’s window last night, same as always, with krispy kreme donuts, for the sheer irony, and she lost track of the time, she usually does when she is with Trini, finding herself lost in the girls bright smile, her doe eyes, everything about Trini was warm, and comfortable. Trini was home. Kimberly always made sure to leave before the sun rose, every time, to make sure that she didn’t get caught by her parents, even though leaving Trini was difficult, her girlfriend begging her to stay and cuddle, among other things, though she usually was pretty good at saying no, the keyword being usually. Last night, she wasn’t as good as saying no as she thought she was, which was proven in more ways than one.

Kimberly had woken the next morning, the sun shining through the window blinding her, as she was laying in bed with Trini, the majority of her clothes spewed across the room, Trini’s soft brown hair spread across the sheets in front of her. The smaller girl was pressed up against her, Kim’s arm thrown over her midsection, holding her close, the other girls chest falling at an even pace, Trini’s light snoring filling Kim’s ears. Kimberly took in the calm for a moment, appreciating the beautiful girl in front of her, who was also her girlfriend. She then realized where she was. At Trini’s house, in the morning, after sneaking out of her house to see Trini. Kimberly jolted out of bed, quickly checking the time on her phone, which was in her pants, which were thrown across the room, on Trini’s desk, along with the assortment of their clothes everywhere, it was five a.m., giving her about an hour to get home, before her parents realized she wasn’t home. Trini started groaning, as Kimberly ran around the room, trying to grab her clothes, as she rushed to get home. Trini’s words were barely audible, but Kimberly could make out a “what the fuck?”,also a “its too early for this”, and a “come back here,” which is what Trini said as she pulled Kimberly back, tugging on her arm, Kimberly falling back into the bed, as Trini tried to pull her closer, Trini still being half asleep.

“Trin! Trini I have to go, unless you want my parents to find out their daughter isn’t home.”

Kimberly exclaimed, trying to pull herself from the other girl, who was incredibly strong, but if she was being honest, she wasn’t really trying that hard, not wanting to leave herself. Trini’s grip didn’t loosen, still pulling Kimberly closer, a small smirk on her face.

“Well that’s too bad princess. Maybe if you hadn’t suggested other activities last night, you would’ve been home on time.”

Trini teased, a mischievous grin on her face as she yanked the other girl forward again. Kimberly was about to yell Trini’s name but stopped herself, realizing that Trini’s parents were literally across the hall. Kimberly falls right next to Trini, their faces inches apart. Her breath hitches as she tries teasing back.

“Suggested, huh? So last night, that’s what you think suggesting is?” 

Kimberly hadn’t suggested it, but she certainly wasn’t opposed to it, she also wouldn’t admit that she was secretly hoping.

“I don’t remember you saying no, or complaining, but I do remember a few other words, like OH TRIN-“

Kimberly silences the other girl with a kiss, as they both melt into the kiss, Trini’s hand coming up to frame Kim’s face, her grip loosening on the other girl, allowing Kimberly to slip out of her iron grasp. Kim pulled away from the bed, a whine leaving Trini’s mouth, and rushed to grab all her clothes and her jacket, and she wasn’t really paying attention, mainly because of her incredibly adorable girlfriend whining and begging her to stay, even though they both knew how that’d turn out. Kimberly threw on a bunch of random clothes, anything she could pick from the assortment on Trini’s floor, before kissing her girlfriend quickly and rushing home, barely making it back before her mother came to ‘wake her up’.

What she hadn’t realized until she walked into school, was that the jacket she was wearing wasn’t hers. The sleeves were too short, it wasn’t long enough at the waist, it smelled faintly like pinewood and cedar, and it was bright yellow. It was Trini’s, which meant her pink shirt, and pinkish red jacket was at Trini’s, and that they had accidentally switched clothes. Kimberly didn’t mind, they’d done it before, but just in the safety of each others rooms, she liked the vague smell of Trini left on the collar, she liked how short the sleeves were too short, reminding her of how small her girlfriend was, something Trini was very defensive about, but Kimberly knew she secretly liked being the small spoon, having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss Kimberly, and wearing Kimberly’s clothes. She knew that nobody who didn’t know them personally wouldn’t notice, but she knew the boys would notice, but they didn’t know that Kim and Trini were dating, although they had been asking questions and wondering what had changed between the girls. So when Kim walks into english, which she has with Jason, she notices his eyes do a double take of the outfit, and how he narrows his eyes curiously, examining how Kim was acting, looking for any of the cues that she had been with Trini, happy, blissful, bashful. Jason wasn’t clueless, he was the team leader after all, he also knew the girls very well, noticing that they had changed in terms of friendliness, so Kim knew that he noticed she was wearing Trini’s jacket, and she waited for him to ask. Thirty minutes of class passed before he said anything.

“You’re wearing Trini’s jacket” 

It wasn’t so much a question, as it was a statement. Kimberly doesn’t turn her head away from the front, she just skims over her outfit before saying.

“I guess I am.”

Jason’s face scrunches up in confusion, as he nods his head slowly, looking back at the teacher. Kimberly had to contain her smirk, she could go along with this, teasing the poor, innocent boys.

What Kim didn’t know was that Trini had also switched her clothes, wearing Kimberly’s bright pink shirt, a colour very uncommon on her, but Kimberly had no complaints. As they went on through the school day, both girls got different confused questions from the the boys like, “um isn’t that Kim’s shirt?” and “when did you decide to start wearing the colour pink?” or “yellow’s new?” The girls were both getting joy out of seeing the boys confused, and Zack very suspicious.  

At the end of school, the boys confronted the girls, determined to find out what had been going on between them, ready to get their answer. As the girls were leaving school, both wearing a mix between pink and yellow, the boys stepped in front of them, Zack’s arms crossed, Jason eyes narrowing, trying to figure out what was going on, still slightly confused, and Billy, sweet sunshine child, just stood there, still very confused himself, but not really caring, a small across his face. Jason starts off.

“So…what’s going on with you two?” 

He asks vaguely, gesturing between the two girls. The girls share a quick glance, small mischievous smirks pulling at their faces, as they continues to tease and act clueless.

“What do you mean red? You jealous?”

Trini teases, causing Jason to stutter, his face almost as red as his suit. He doesn’t say anything else. Zack though, Zack wasn’t afraid to press.

“You’re sharing clothes, even perfume I think. You go out on cafe dates like everyday, and you two are suddenly very close, much closer than before, so what’s happened?”

He states, not wanting to push any boundaries, knowing he’d get his ass kicked. The girls just smile, and intertwine their hands and Billy just says sweetly.

“Well if you guys are happy, we’re happy too.” 

He says before clapping his hands, giving the girls a reassuring smile, but something in his eyes is telling them that he knows, that he understood, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Trini’s smirk widens as Kimberly speaks.

“Thanks Billy, and what can we say guys, we’re just your regular gal pals.” 

She pats Jason’s arm, before pulling Trini’s arm as they pick up their pace, leaving the boys clueless, but not a minute later, Kimberly hears Billy say something and then Jason and Zack yell in unison.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!!” 

Trini tugs Kimberly as they start to run, the boys chasing after them, questions being shouted, as they ran away, together.

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

What I Read This Week

(16/7/17)

So many amazing fics updated this week!! I’m SHOOK!! It was also my sister’s birthday this weekend so I tried to spend some time with her before she left with her boyfriend for a week, so there won’t be too many fics this week as a result. 

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Mature, 177k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story.

This fic… I s2g it’ll be the end of me. THIS CHAPTER WAS SO INTENSE I CANNOT BELIEVE…. so much happened and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts by Reiya, Explicit, 149k (WIP)
Part 2 of the Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’. One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story.

Oh man, I’ve been waiting and waiting to see this scene from Viktor’s POV ever since I read UMFB&MHA and yep… it hurts just as much as I thought it would. The next chapter will hurt even more and oh lord…. I’m not ready for the pain!!

with these things i’ll never say by missmichellebelle, Gen, 1.8k
Yuuri has been Victor’s PA for well over a year now, but no matter how many times Victor has told him otherwise, he still leaves actual handwritten notes for Victor to find.

Literally the cutest office/business AU I’ve read!! Such a good and easy read, thumbs up!

Namaste by Katri Jardine (heyanapau), Teen, 10k (WIP)
Phichit drags Yuuri to a yoga class, but when the instructor walks in Yuuri can’t imagine himself anywhere else.

I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC OH MY GOD! “He’s wearing a tight, black, long-sleeved crop top that perfectly accentuates the muscles on his arms and shows off the man’s toned abs.” When a fic includes Victor or Yuuri in a crop top you know it’s going to be a good one… ;)

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 183k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.

I am not okay… that’s all I have to say…

Boyfriend Colours by Ashida, Teen, 2.5k
“My uniform.” Victor blurted back, finally looking down to see Yuuri, to realise he’d just had the best idea of his life. “What about it?” Yuuri cocked his head again, lost at the sudden turn in conversation. “Can you… try it on for me?” he whispered it soft, this tentative question that Victor hoped more than anything Yuuri would say yes to.

I am literally sobbing this is so so so cute and amazing I love everything about this HP AU!!! SO. CUTE.

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

You look so good in blue

Richie has never had a favourite colour.

Not like his friend Ben, who’s favourite colour was orange like Beverly’s hair, or his friend Stan who’s favourite colour was light grey like the feathers on a mockingbird. No, Richie has never had a favourite colour.

That’s why tonight Richie was wearing a white shirt. Nothing fancy. He usually wore bright obnoxiously patterned Hawaiian shirts, but he knew if he showed up in one of them that Eddie would kill him. Literally, he would murder Richie. He might be small but wow, he had a firey temper on him.

So a white shirt it was. Along with his nicest pair of jeans, and an attempt to style his unruly hair. Richie noted to himself that this was probably the most effort he’d ever voluntarily put into his appearance.

Richie checked his reflection in the window of his car, attempting - and failing - to flatten his hair, before giving up and turning around to face the house in front of him.

He knew this house. He had been in this house a million times. He probably spent more time in this house growing up than he had in his own. This was nothing new.

Taking a deep breath, Richie allowed himself to move forward, to walk up the driveway to the familiar house. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but before he could, it swung open.

Richie’s heart stopped. This was it, this was the moment he had been waiting for since he was eleven and now here he was and he was probably going to die of cardiac arrest.

“Eddie…” Richie said, his voice barely audible. For the first time in his life, Richie was at a loss for words.

“Hi Richie,” Eddie said shyly, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Richie on the cheek. “Let me just grab my keys and then we can go, okay?”

Richie just nodded dumbly, his brain not being able to generate a response right now.

He watched Eddie disappear back inside his house, then watched him reappear a few seconds later, keys in hand. He stepped outside and pulled the door shut, locking it behind him.

“You ready to go?” Eddie asked, turning to face him.

Richie looked at Eddie, taking in his appearance fully. The shorter boy wore a pale blue sweater with black skinny jeans and light blue converse. Atop his head, perched on perfect brunette waves, was a pastel blue flower crown.

“Richie? Are you okay? You’re just staring at me and not saying anything?” Eddie asked nervously, reaching out to grab Richie’s hand and threading their fingers together.

Richie looked at their entwined hands. Eddie’s fingernails were painted blue.

Richie felt a surge of love for the boy in front of him.

“Of course I’m alright Eddie Spaghetti, I’m here with you aren’t I?” Richie asked, a smirk on his face as he used their joint hands to pull Eddie in close to him. Their chests were pressed together and Eddie was looking up at Richie, their faces just inches apart.

Eddie pulled his hand away from Richie’s, and looped both his arms around Richie’s neck. Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie’s lower back and pulled him in impossibly closer so that they were pressed together completely.

“You’re such a dork,” Eddie said affectionately, his eyes flicking from Richie’s eyes to his lips, and then back.

“Maybe…but I’m your dork,” Richie replied, leaning down to catch Eddie’s lips in a kiss.

Eddie responded eagerly, moving his mouth against Richie’s in a practiced motion. Richie ran his tongue along Eddie’s bottom lip, and Eddie opened his mouth, allowing Richie to deepen the kiss. Eddie only pulled away when he felt one of Richie’s hands move from his back and slide into the back pocket of Eddie’s jeans.

“Mm-Richie,” Eddie mumbled against the other boy’s lips, pulling away from the kiss. Richie chased his lips and pressed another kiss against them. “Richie. We. Should. Go.” Eddie said, in between quick kisses.

“But this is so funnn” Richie whined, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and unwrapped his arms from around Richie’s neck, and grabbed Richie’s hand to pull him towards the car.

“Later” Eddie promised with a wink, and Richie’s heart stopped for the second time that night.

Kissing Eddie, now that was nothing new to Richie. He and Eddie had been doing, well they had been doing whatever it is that they do for a few weeks now, ever since the day that Eddie had pressed his lips against Richie’s as they stood on top of the cliff at the quarry.

He and Eddie had been the last ones left to jump down into the water, Eddie having being hesitant to jump as usual.

“Live a little, Eds,” Richie had told him. Eddie had turned to look at him, then marched forward with determination. He had reached up and threaded his fingers through Richie’s hair, using it to pull his head down and then he had kissed Richie firmly, and without warning.

The kiss had lasted all of 3 seconds before Eddie had pulled away.

“Don’t call me Eds,” He had said, then turned and ran towards the cliff, jumping off without hesitation for the first time.

Richie had stood, shocked for a second, before shouting out in happiness. Then he had ran after Eddie and jumped off of the cliff into the water below.

But now, as Richie sat in his car, Eddie in the passenger seat, Richie wasn’t sure how to act.

Yeah, he was the one who had asked Eddie out on a date. And Eddie had blushed and smiled shyly and said, ‘yes, of course he would go out with Richie, he thought he would never ask.’

When Eddie had opened the door, its like a floodgate had been opened in Richie’s mind. Thoughts of them holding hands in the hallway, thoughts of them celebrating anniversaries, thoughts of them leaving this shithole of a town together. It made Richie nervous.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked him, disrupting Richie from his thoughts.

“Yeah I’m good” Richie replied, with a smile that Eddie returned. Richie reached over to rest his hand on Eddie’s thigh, winking at him when he raised an eyebrow. Eddie just rolled his eyes.

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination, Richie pulling over to park while Eddie peered out the window.

“We’re going for ice cream?” Eddie asked, his face lighting up with a smile.

Richie nodded, a fond expression on his face as he watched Eddie get excited. He had chosen this for their date because it’s something that they had done since they were young, but they hadn’t been in a while as just the two of them.

“Come on now, Eddie Spaghetti, the night is young and so are we!” Richie exclaimed, putting on his best southern accent.

“Beep beep Richie,” Eddie said, climbing out of the car and adjusting the flower crown on his head.

Richie did the same, locking the car door and slinging his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. They walked into the ice cream shop like this, parting ways when Eddie went to sit in a booth and Richie walked up to the counter to order.

“Bubblegum, right?” Richie called out to Eddie.

“Yep!” Eddie replied, without turning around.

Richie ordered it, and he ordered a chocolate cone for himself. He paid and went to join Eddie in the booth.

“Here you go babe” Richie said, handing Eddie the ice cream.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t the first time that Richie had called Eddie an affectionate name like babe, or baby, but it was the first time that he had done it without Eddie’s lips on his neck, or without Eddie’s hands under his shirt.

The two boys talked whilst they ate their ice cream. It was no different to any other time that they hung out, but both boys were more aware of every flirty comment, of every lingering touch.

Richie was so much more aware of the way that Eddie’s eyes lit up when he laughed, of the way Eddie’s hair curled around his ears.

And god was he aware of the way that Eddie’s tongue was flicking out to lick his ice cream, and the way Eddie was purposely making eye contact with him while he did it.

“Eddie you have, um,” Richie started “You have ice cream, on your um, lip,” he mumbled, gesturing to the blue smudge on Eddie’s bottom lip.

“Oh, do I?” Eddie brought his hand up to wipe at his lip, completely missing the area that the ice cream was on.

“No, here, let me,” Richie said, and leaned in to kiss Eddie. He swiped his tongue along Eddie’s lip, and then pulled back. “There, got it.”

“Thanks” Eddie whispered, his cheeks dusted with a pink blush.

Richie looked at him, at the blue flower crown on his head, and his lips stained blue.

Richie had a favourite colour, he realised. His favourite colour was blue.

Fuzzy socks

Here we are, the time has come for some fluff. I hope you all enjoy and if you wanna be tagged in future work then let me know! Also, I will have another request out tomorrow.

If you ain’t into the clown then w h y are you here? I ain’t in the main It movie tags sooooo 👀👀👀👀

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When the colder days begin to roll in you know that you must absolutely whack out the fuzzy socks to keep your feet warm. You had several pairs of these socks in various colours and designs, ranging from simple, bold colours to rainbow socks and animal and Christmas prints.

You just so happened to be wearing your multi-coloured fuzzy socks as you sat on your sofa reading a book when you heard a jangling of bells behind you. Slightly creeped out, you placed your book down and slowly turned your body round to peer behind you. And that was when you saw him. A tall clown with a funny grey suit and alarmingly blood orange hair. He was grinning at you with slightly yellow bucked teeth, a stark contrast to the red and white make up smeared all over his skin. You gulped.

“H-how did you get in here?” You asked quietly. He chuckled and stepped forward, the bells on his suit jangling.

“I have my ways.” He said gleefully and then he leaped upwards, making you scream and fall backwards off the sofa, your legs dangling in the air. He was now perched on the top of the sofa smiling down at you and drool beginning to bubble out of his mouth. “Tasty, I can smell your fe-” his sentence cut off as his alarming eyes settled upon your fuzzy socks. His smirk disappeared to leave a look of confusion as his head tilted slightly. “What are those meant to be?” He changed the subject. You sighed in relief and waggled your toes a little as the clown wrapped his hands around your ankles.

“They’re fuzzy socks.” You said.

“What is the purpose of fuzzy socks?”

The clown was no longer interested in what his original goal was. His attention was now taken by the peculiar socks that he knew for certain were not around in the 80’s. Or at least, he had never seen them before his long rest.

“Well, it’s colder now cuz winter is just around the corner so these socks keep my feet warm when I’m home.”

You explained as calmly as possible, despite the fact that you were in an uncomfortable position on the ground staring up at a terrifying clown clutching onto your ankles. Said clown scrunched his nose up as he processed your words carefully. Then his hands shifted to touch the soft material of the socks, accidentally tickling you in the process. He grunted as your feet squirmed in his grip.

“Stop moving, little one. I’m trying to feel the socks.” He grumbled, tightening his grip and forcing your feet to hold still. He pulled one of your legs to the other so he could take hold of both of your feet with one hand whilst he bit his glove off his hand to cop a feel of the socks directly with his bare fingertips. And boy did you wish you were able to have taken a photo of his face.

The moment his bare hand took hold of one of your feet again his amber eyes widened and twinkled in delight, an excited grin spreading across his painted lips. His bucked teeth poked out from inside his mouth and he giggled giddily.

“Soft! Soft, soft, soft!” He squealed, his hands delving into the colourful material. You were squirming rapidly and a bubble of your own laughter joined his. He wasn’t scary anymore, he was more child-like and adorable after his newfound discovery. When laughing became unbearable, he allowed you to pull your feet away and roll onto your stomach and push off the ground so you could stabilise yourself. He loomed over you but the unnerving feeling he once resonated was replaced with content.

“Hey, I have more if you, uh, want a pair.” You suggested awkwardly. He pranced around and clapped his hands joyfully, the bells on his suit jangling.

“Yes, yes! I do want some for myself!” He cried and you chuckled at his enthusiasm.

“Okay there, buddy. I’ll grab a few pairs and you can choose.”

You dashed upstairs, your feet thumping loudly on the wood, and pushed into your bedroom and straight over to your chest of draws. You pulled the sock draw out and grabbed a handful of your fuzzy socks to show to the clown. But when you turned around, you didn’t expect him to be directly behind you, his tall figure in the way of the light on the ceiling. You screeched and dropped the socks in your terror and he giggled.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to scare ya there!” He chimed but you knew he didn’t mean that at all. You huffed and set about picking up the socks you had dropped and carrying them to you bed to set them out.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You scolded but he wasn’t listening. His eyes were upon the various pairs of socks now out on display.

“So many…” He sighed and you scratched the back of your head.

“Uh yeah… I just like them a lot.” You mumbled, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He giggled and rubbed his hands together.

“So! Which ones can I have?” He asked gleefully and you shrugged and let out a puff of air.

“Whichever you want really. Your choice.” You responded with a smile. His joy was so apparent that even you felt slightly hyper, the butterfly feeling in your belly becoming almost unbearable. You watched as his still ungloved hand shot out and brushed along all the pairs of fuzzy socks, a shiver dancing through his body. He stopped at thr fluffiest, most brightest pink pair you had and he chuckled gruffly. He snatched them up and spun round on one foot, clutching the socks to his chest.

“Mine!” He announced proudly. You held in your need to laugh, an inner pain in your heart spreading through you.

“Sure are…uh.” You realised you didn’t know his name. His eyes glanced in your direction, widening alarmingly with his left eye drifting to look in the wrong direction.

“Oh I am sorry, I never introduced myself! I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown!” He said gleefully, his head shaking and the bells ringing out in the room. A thin trail of drool had begun to dribble out of his toothy mouth onto the ruffled collar around his neck. You chuckled nervously.

“Well then, Pennywise, I hope you’ll like your socks.”

“Oh I will!” He replied happily. And then his mouth formed an “o” shape as an idea popped into his head. He reached for his left wrist with his free hand and tugged on one of the bells there, pulling it off the suit and holding it out to you.

“Here, take it. You’re my favourite human now.”

Wait. His favourite human? You didn’t dwell on the strange statement and instead took the offered bell from his large hand. It was a simple white bell with red string wrapped in stripes through it. You’d imagined it was once a vibrant red and white but it was now faded and aged. And yet it made you feel warm inside at the thought of the simple gesture.

“Thank you, Pennywise. I do think I have some chord to attach it to so I can wear it.” You smiled up at him and he pranced again from one foot to another in happiness.

“Oh good! So very good to hear, (y/n)!”

He parted the pair of socks and to your surprise, he slipped them onto his hands like ridiculous thumbless gloves that didn’t match his outfit at all due to the nature of the colour. But nonetheless, you were happy he liked them and he wasn’t considering his original intent of his visit. He smirked down at you and bowed slightly.

“As much as I enjoyed visiting you today, I have a lot to do. But hey, I’ll come by again soon.” He said more calmly than he had ever been since his arrival. You nodded slightly and pushed your hair back.

“That would be nice.”

With one last giggle, the clown slid away through your bedroom door but as you rushed to watch him leave, he had already disappeared. You sighed gently and turned back to your bedroom with the intent of finding a cord for the bell, and when you had the new necklace around your neck, you stuffed the socks back into the sock draw casually.

It was only then that you realised he had known your name and yet you had never told him what it was.

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Office Job (M)

CEO!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral, rough, anal?

Word Count: 3,853

Summary: You just started a new job as the assistant to the CEO of a big company. Turns out the CEO is your high school crush…

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting it on my sideblog.


This is it, you thought as you walked up to the impressive building of your new company. It’s your first day on the job working at the company of your dreams. You look up, slightly intimidated by the sheer size of it all, and the expectations of your role. You take a deep breath and continue walking in, shiny new employee pass around your neck. You step into the crowded elevator and wait impatiently for it to take you up to the 20th floor. You step out into the reception area, and walk up to the desk.

“Hi, I’m y/n; it’s my first day here and I’m supposed to meet up with Mr. Kim?” you say, unsure if your information is correct.

“Hi y/n, I’m Ava. Welcome to Park Enterprises. Have a seat, Mr. Kim will be here shortly.” she says with a smile. You return her smile and take a seat, and wait. Two minutes later, a tall, lean, handsome man walks through the door.

“Y/n?” You stand up and walk to him, offering your hand. “Hi, I’m Namjoon. I’ll show you around and get you settled.” He shakes your hand firmly, offering you a warm, adorable dimpled smile. “Follow me.”

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Paris: Désirer Lingerie (Bill Skarsgard)

Based upon: Your boyfriend, Bill, taking you on a lavish trip to Paris for your birthday. There, he rents a penthouse suite, takes you to an expensive restaurant and the most luxurious lingerie boutique in all of Europe. To top it off, you finish the night by laying in bed drinking champagne and making love.

He had gone all out for her birthday, splurging on a trip to Paris, along with a luxury hotel room, dining and shopping money. The extravagance was transparent from the moment the couple stepped into their suite for the weekend.

“Bill…” She said, completely at a loss of words for her surroundings.

The floors were a deep hardwood, completed with a sand, marble tile in the kitchen and winery area. The walls seemed to be miles apart from each other and with the open floor plan, the room looked excessively large. She could see at least five beige couches in the living room, each with either a coffee or corner table in front of or beside it. She could not believe what she was seeing.

“This must have cost you a fortune.” She breathed, looking back to her lover with a worried expression.

He walked up to her and placed his hands just above her elbows, pale eyes meeting hers. “I have the means. You don’t need to worry.” He assured her.

She knew money was no issue, his recent success in It and his prior time in Hemlock Grove had given him more than enough money to get by. It was just that she did not want him to think she needed or even wanted such expensive things.

She bit her lip and surveyed the room once again, she had to admit it was lovely. All of the walls were entirely made up of a thick, hard glass, leaving not much of the city to the imagination.

Her eyes widened suddenly. “Bill. This is a penthouse.” She stated, turning back around to face him.

A small smirk played on his lips. “It’s you’re birthday, sweetheart. You deserve it.” He replied smoothly.

A faint blush coloured her cheeks. “It’s a lot, more than I would even begin to ask for, but… thank you. It really is gorgeous.” She confessed, fiddling with her fingers.

He gave her a genuine smile and took her into his arms, her head laying on his solid chest. Their luggage lay forgotten at the door as they shared a sweet embrace. Finally, he pressed his lips to the top of her head, giving her a swift kiss before pulling back.

“Let me put the bags in the bedroom and then we can head out.” He said, taking a hold of the suitcase handle and pulling it out of the way.

“Okay.” She agreed.

The sound of the rubber wheels on the suitcase against the beautiful hardwood floor went unnoticed by the woman as she moved to gaze out of one of the floor to ceiling windows. She stood there, mesmerized by the view of the Eiffel Tower only a short distance away; black street lamps, quaint cafés and cobblestone streets.

A few moments later, Bill emerged from the bedroom, finding her gazing out the window at the endless city below. He came up behind her and placed his large hands on her shoulders, then ran them down her arms slowly, as if she would break under his touch. The soft, silk fabric of her black playsuit that reached her mid thigh felt divine against his hands. She leaned back into her lovers chest, arms folded in front of her, as the back of her head met the crook of his neck. She did not notice that he peered down at her, his eyes taking in her collarbone and top of her breasts that the v neck had exposed with her movement.

“Where are we going?” She wondered, eyes never leaving the city.

He laced his fingers with hers. “Somewhere in town. You’ll see.” He replied, his soft lips right near her ear.

She took her gaze off the view before her and turned her head to press a chaste kiss on his sharp jaw.

He moved back and took her hand in his.

If only she knew that the spending did not stop there.


The lovers strolled down the cobblestone sidewalk aimlessly, peering and going into some of the passing stores.

“My God.” She marvelled, looking up at the sleek, silver lettering that read: Louis Vuitton.

The building looked to be about four stories high. It was pristine white, accented with warm orange lights that casted a expensive glow through the store.

Bill smiled at the sight of her, watching her wide eyes dart around, taking in the fancy shop.

They continued on for two more blocks, hand in hand, and it was beginning to reach late afternoon.

“What are we doing for dinner?” She wondered.

He stuffed his free hand into his jacket pocket. “I have reservations for Clair de Lune. French cuisine.” He clarified.

She leaned into his tall frame, placing her head on his shoulder. “It sounds lovely, Darling.” She thanked, tightening her grip on his hand.

He pressed his lips to her forehead and watched her as she smiled up at him.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“Bill?” She asked, confused by his action.

“We’re here.” He said simply, turning to face the store.

Her mouth almost dropped when she read the name: Désirer, meaning ‘To Desire’ in english.

She took a hold of his arm and stopped him, “This is… very expensive, Bill.”

He knew that this trip might overwhelm her, but he could not help himself; he wanted to give her everything.

“I am so grateful for everything, I am. But the hotel, dinner… I don’t want you to spend too much. I just want you to know that I don’t need this, I’m not asking for it.” She added, feeling guilty at the thought of taking more of his hard earned money.

He took a step closer to her and combed his fingers through her hair near her cheek. “I want to give you this because I love you. I know you would be just as happy watching television back home.” He joked, earning a smile from her.

“Okay. Only a couple of things.” She caved.

Deal.


Désirer was a stunning store. It was adorned with dark, oak floors; heather grey walls; lights that backlit the closets and white-beige, plush chairs with small fur throws. The lighting was dim but not dark.

Dėsirer certainly lived up to its title: the most expensive lingerie store in all of France.

A middle aged, beautiful woman with champagne blonde hair greeted them as they entered the boutique. She donned the modest and professional uniform of Désirer; black turtle neck blouse with three small, silver buttons and black slacks paired with shining black heels.

“Hello, welcome to Désirer. Is this your first time here?” She asked politely, her cerulean eyes gleaming.

The younger woman gave her a friendly smile, “Yes.”

The blonde clasped her hands in front of her. “You are in for a treat then. Désirer is the most highly regarded lingerie boutique in all of Europe. We carry only the products of the finest designers and makers. You can ensure your lingerie will last for a very long time.” She explained, making the young woman take a deep breath. The best in Europe, not just France. “Do you need any assistance with sizing? I can measure you in a dressing room.” She finished.

“Oh, no thank you.” She assured the older woman.

The sales woman gave a polite smile and looked at the pair. Together they looked a stunning couple. His stark white dress shirt over black trousers and her silk playsuit looked elegant yet young which was perfect because after all, a young couple.

“If you have any questions please feel free to ask.” She recited, turning half way around before stopping herself. “Black and white look fabulous on everybody, but I believe red is your colour.” She confessed.

The younger woman felt dazed. 

“It is my favourite!” She exclaimed softly, completely in awe of how these people just… know things.

The older woman gave her a final smile and left the pair to browse.


It should have been obvious. Of course they would have separated, bedroom sized dressing rooms.

Inside the lighting was slightly darker, the main source of it coming from behind the rectangular, floor to ceiling mirror. There was a black curtain to separate the person dressing and the brown leather chair, along with a pedestal to stand on in front of the mirror. An actual white pedestal.

She slipped into the first set of lingerie he chose for her, all of it black and laced.

She pulled the curtain back and stepped onto the pedestal, fluffing her hair as she looked into the backlit mirror. The material felt delightful against her smooth skin.

She looked at Bill in the mirror and her heart skipped a beat.

His usually pale green eyes were clouded with a dark lust, he looked as though he would take her right there. His eyes started at the top and trailed down her body, looking from her see-through lace bustier to her laced garter belt, sheer lace thong and transparent, black stockings. Even her jet black heels fit the outfit perfectly.

“I don’t even want to know how much this costs…” She breathed, looking back at her own reflection.

He stood slowly, making her eyes shift from her own to his. “This… is worth every penny.” He said huskily.

She turned to face him and he ran his large hands up her sides, making her shiver. They reached her breasts and squeezed her softly, eliciting a moan to escape her lips.

“Bill… don’t…” She whined softly. He knew fully well that she would beg for him if he continued to touch her.

He smirked and backed up, taking a seat in the leather chair once again. “This one is a yes. Go try on another.” He ordered, looking her over from his comfortable position.

She complied, walking back to the curtain much slower than usual. Two could play that game.


She ventured on another path when she tried on the next outfit, going for a less outright sexy look to…

His eyes hardened once again.

She stood before him wearing all white; zip-up corset with sheer fabric over her stomach but solid white covering her breasts, a tightly laced thong and see-through stockings attached to the garter ties.

The fact that he could see almost all of her, yet fabric covered her stunning breasts and the lace was so close together on her underwear that he could not see her, made him want to tear it all off her. It left too much to the imagination.

God.” He began, his voice a low moan. His eyes raked her body and she turned for him, letting him see her backside.

She looked over her shoulder and gave him the most sinless look he had ever seen.

“You look so fucking innocent.” He groaned, hand gripping the leather fabric.

She turned back to face him, that virginal look still on her face. 

“Am I not?” She wondered, her expression seemingly unaffected by her aroused lover.

“Not when you tease me like this.” He retorted deeply.

“Like?” She asked easily, the word slipping from her mouth naturally.

She strolled towards him, his eyes watched her movements like a hawk. He was seated with his back against the chair and his legs crossed, right foot propped on his left knee, staring at her.

She slipped onto his lap effortlessly, placed her hands on both arm rests of the chair, and looked at him calmly. She looked the image of chastity, expression so good-intentioned and pure, body relaxed and mind appearing to have no idea what he was thinking.

“Wearing white doesn’t make you a good girl, Darling.” He said smoothly.

“Hm. Does it not?” She asked, tone filled with faux confusion.

The pale green was becoming laced with black each passing second. 

“No.” He confirmed.

She pretended to consider his stance. “If you say so.” She said simply then rolled her hips against his. She moaned at the action, feeling him hard underneath her.

“That’s more like it, Darling.” He praised.

Her head dipped forward into the crook of his neck and she continued to roll her hips against him. His large hands gripped her hips and pushed her against him faster.

“Bill…” She whimpered softly.

He took her lip between his teeth and pulled slightly, teasing her mercilessly.

“Can we-” He kissed her lips, “go back to the… room?”

He held her against him and nodded. “Try on the red and then we’ll go. I want to have you.” He said.

She stood and made her way back to the curtain. She wanted nothing more than to buy the lingerie then go back to the penthouse; to be able to feel him inside of her.

Part 1 of 2

title: assembly required

rating: t

ship: nalu

summary: “natsu you fuck, I sent you to build a wardrobe not marry my fucking sister” - they probably have the movie rights to this one

notes: AHHH @rivendell101 I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FIFTEEN  YEARS TO DO alisha won second place (1.5K words) in my 2.2K follower giveaway and requested a nalu soulmate au involving writing on their person and while I had one written and ready to go like two weeks ago I went to IKEA and bought a wardrobe and while I was dismantling the stupid thing for the second time I had an idea and rewrote it.  this went over 1.5K words but oh well lmao 

notes p2: ok so in this au you’re born with half a word on your wrist, and your soulmate has the other half.  the word isn’t necessarily the first word your soulmate says to you, and you’ll know it’s them because it will flash a colour when one of you says it.  


From: Sparkypire

Time: 8:47 AM

Natsu(5) + {[Any situation(the amount of people)(proximity to Gray Fullbuster(5) OR Gajeel Redfox(3))] - Presence of Erza Scarlet(2)} + Access to pyrotechnics of any sort + Access to his phone = total level of destruction possible, plus-or-minus 2.

To: Sparkypire

Time: 8:48 AM

What the fuck?

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keep it. | m

➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 5140
➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy.
➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy!
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JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did you go?

You: YG called me in to his office.

JiJi: Is everything okay?

You: Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.

From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go around his large desk and settle in his seat.

“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone there with her that she trusts.”

“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled enthusiastically.

“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”

You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once more that Chaerin is in secure hands.

“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”

“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”

“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet… he’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes… sir, I will.”

With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there, either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you had left it, empty.

You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.

“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap. “That you still owe him dinner?”

“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”

“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head snapped up. “You know, just to— “

Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you speechless.

Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”

“You coloured your hair?”

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No Longer Forgotten

Fandom: Marvel (Thor’s movies)

Summary: Based on: “Imagine baking Loki his favourite Midgardian cake for his birthday, and him being deeply surprised because he told you when his birthday is just once and yet you’re the only one that remembered it and made him celebrate it after many years” by @imaginemarveluniverse

Word count: 1,573

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Originally posted by lokis-quinn

A gentle humming was lighting up the kitchen bathed in the soft sunlight. You checked the oven, looking proudly at the growing cake you had made by yourself. It seemed to be all right, but you got cautious after your previous attempt at baking, which is cooling down on one of the kitchen counters, completely burnt and inedible.

You sat on one of the chairs, trying to avoid looking at the ungodly mess you have made in the process of baking. Flour was covering the floor with a thin layer that you couldn’t get rid of with the broom. You should probably wash it, but you felt weak at the mere thought of it. You were so tired that you could fall asleep standing. Actually, a quick (but normal) nap was a very tempting thought – your sore legs would rest, and your eyes, which you have rubbed with a dirty hand, almost burning them with flavouring…

No! No rest before you finish. You wouldn’t survive another round of starting everything from scratch. Of course, you would certainly give up after another defeat if the cake was meant just for you, but it wasn’t this time. You had a very special occasion and wanted to make everything perfect…

A knock on the door was as surprising as unusual. You have barely any close friends and none of them lived nearby, so there was no chance they would randomly decide to visit you before speaking to you first. And this couldn’t be the mailman, because you had a letter-box on the other side of the building. No one was visiting you like that. Maybe someone got lost or one of your neighbours wanted to ask you something?

You flattened your hair which you had no time to even brush today, but gave up on trying to cover your war with the kitchen – the only thing that could help your clothes get back to socially acceptable standards was a solid wash.

You opened the door with a light smile to greet…

…Loki.

You said none of your friends would visit you unexpectedly? Well, you have forgotten about the one, now standing right in front of you – the only one that you would be more than happy to see every other day but today – and the one that was supposed to come tomorrow. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if you weren’t preparing him a birthday cake. A kind of surprise. And a present. Which you were supposed to give him on his bloody birthday.

And now he got suspicious. He probably had the right to be, since you froze in the doorway, with your thoughts literally screaming and your heart racing.

“Is everything okay…?” Loki asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows and peeking in over your shoulder. Your lack of words had worried him.

“Of course!” you said with a totally unnatural, high-pitched voice. And there goes your cover…

“So… May I come in?”

“Yea-… I mean… Nothing is-… Maybe tomorrow, you said tomorrow? Of course I didn’t forget about our tomorrow meeting and neither did you, right?” you rambled, feeling smaller and smaller.

Green eyes looked at you appraisingly.

“If you have a guest, you can just tell me. I just appeared to be around and thought that I may come in, but there is no need to…”

“No! No, no, no!” you almost shouted, but quickly calmed down. The longer you were postponing it, the worse it was becoming. You took a deep breath, moving to the side. “No one is here, I just… had a bad day. Kind of. You are welcome anytime.”

Loki hesitated a bit, but entered your home, looking around suspiciously. He was clearly searching for any signs of what was bothering you, but besides the ungodly mess in the kitchen, nothing has caught his attention. He knew your house well enough to catch any change given the amount of time you two hang out up with there.

“Well, now  at least I think I understand why you didn’t want me to see all this,” Loki gestured to the pile of dirty dishes completely covering the sink.

You shrugged, standing at the doorframe. You had to admit that the tall man in a visibly expensive suit in no way fitted in that room. You were actually surprised that he came inside of it, not afraid of omnipresent mess. Thank God that Loki was your friend and wouldn’t get mad over some stains on his clothes that you were almost sure would appear out of nowhere. Or at least you thought he would. It wasn’t your fault you’d spilled some things. A few times. Because you happened to be a little bit too enthusiastic.

“You still seem to be stressed,” Loki noticed, making himself sit comfortable on one of the chairs. He crossed his long legs, piercing you with his gaze that you had no way to avoid.

“I’ve just had a bad day,” you carefully selected your words, knowing that you were treading on thin ice. You could almost hear it breaking as Loki was working you out openly. “Nothing serious. Tried to keep my mind away from everything, and well, you see what happened.”

“You mean this burning… thing?”

“Yeah, I kind of forgot about it for a bit too long, got distracted. I’ll have to throw it away…”

“I meant the one burning right now.”

“Wha-…? Oh, shit-…!” you rushed to the oven, almost breaking your legs on the way.

You didn’t even bother to look for a dishcloth, hissing over the sting of pain when the temperature kissed your palms. And almost destroyed your cake, apparently. You put it on the table, between empty packages and a sugar container. It didn’t smell that bad, but the obvious black spots on the sides were ruthless. And you were so close… But, after putting some icing that would easily cover them, a very thin layer of icing, maybe of different colours, who knows…

Loki observed the race of emotions on your face. You were like an open book for him after all those years of knowing each other. He had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue, but let it go, seeing how downcast you were.

The man cleared his throat.

“I bet it tastes better than it looks like.”

“It doesn’t look bad. Look there – this is a burnt cake. This one is… just slightly more crispy.”

“Who have you made this for?” Loki asked curiously.

“No one,” you answered a little too quickly for him not to notice.

He smirked wolfishly. You felt a rock forming in your throat. You knew that grin – it meant that Loki would never drop the subject that sparked his interest before getting to know every detail.

“So I may have a piece after it cools down?” he asked innocently.

“No, you can’t,” you said firmly.

“Why?”

“Because I have to decorate it first.”

“Oh, come on,” Loki smirked. “One piece won’t ruin your very necessary decorations.”

“Yes, it will, because this has to be perfect.”

“But you just said you made it for yourself. Since when do you care over the look and not the taste…? It’s so uncommon of you, I am starting to worry about you, you know?”

You groaned loudly, accepting your defeat. He would never stop, and you were too tired to argue with him for hours.

“I hate you,” you muttered, resting your head on the table.

“And you still didn’t answer my…”

“Because it’s for your birthday, maybe?! Okay, I know it’s not today, but you were supposed to come tomorrow. That’s why everything is a mess and I’m completely not prepared… Loki, why are you so pale? I mean, more pale than usual. Is everything okay?”

Loki was indeed frozen, with pure disbelief on his face.

“You did… what? How did you know about my birthday?” he uttered, suddenly in loss for words.

“You told me.”

“But that was ages ago!”

“And I’ve got this thing called a calendar. I just made a note, Loki. There is no need to act so surprised. Besides, you scare me and I’m not sure if you are okay or not… I tried, okay? I’ve just always been a disaster in the kitchen, that’s why I screwed it up…”

“Am I okay?” He repeated your words with raised eyebrows. “Are you actually asking me if I’m okay with my first birthday present in years? Do I look like I hate receiving goods? I’m a god, I love all of them, let’s be honest…”

You stopped him.

“Wait, so you’re saying that no one has celebrated your birthday in…?”

“Exactly. And now let’s move on to the main course, because the more I look at it, the happier I feel,” Loki licked his lips, which earned him a small laugh from you. It was another great thing about that day and it was still early.

He had almost forgotten how enjoyable birthdays could be when celebrated with someone close. He smiled to himself when you were looking for a plates.

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he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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The Joy of Socks

yeah, idk either, really. Happy birthday, Harry! [AO3]

Presents for Potter: Saviour Seeks Socks

What do you get the man who single-handedly saved us all from You-Know-Who? A luxury holiday? A bottle of Ogdeon’s Finest? Soap-on-a-rope? Harry Potter’s birthday is coming up, and the Prophet managed to secure an exclusive interview with the man himself. We asked what he really, really wants to receive on the big day.

“A wise man once said to me, you can never have enough socks,” said Potter. “Once you reach a certain level of fame, no one gives you socks any more. At the time, I was too young to truly appreciate the remark, but now I get it. Socks are a great gift—and I never get any!”

So there you have it. Harry Potter needs socks! You can send him some, c/o the Prophet, and we will make sure he gets them. But who was the learned individual who gave Potter such advice? Some have suggested that [cont. page 3]

“How many is this now?” Ginny asked, unwrapping yet another package.

“Today? Including those that were sent to work? Or in total? Because I think we must be close to five hundred pairs, by this point,” Harry replied, holding up another pair. “Ooh, look, these ones have snitches on them, that’s cool.”

“This’ll learn you not to speak to the press ever again,” she said, shaking her head. “‘Dear Mr. Potter, I hope you like these socks, I knitted them myself, also thank you for saving us from Voldemort, love Doris Englow, 94’.”

“It never says that,” said Harry. She held up the note. “Oh, how sweet. Honestly though, the Prophet needs to stop claiming I did everything ‘single-handedly’, they’ve never given enough credit to—dear God, those are the most hideous socks I have ever seen.”

“Don’t be rude to Doris! She put a lot of time into them, and personally I think mustard, lime green and beetroot are lovely colour combinations,” Ginny said. “When did you even get interviewed, anyway?”

“Last Tuesday I was coming out of the canteen at work, and some reporter was lurking. They asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and for a moment I felt like channelling my inner Dumbledore. Don’t worry, I’ve learnt my lesson. Never again,” he said firmly.

“I wonder if he knew all he had to do was complain to the national press about not having any socks, and he’d be sorted for life,” mused Ginny. “Look, the Chuddley Cannons have sent you an entire box full of their entire range.”

“Ron’ll be delighted,” Harry said. “I’ll give them to him later, when we all meet up.”

“Great,” Ginny said. “And what about all the rest?”

“There’s got to be some charity somewhere who’ll accept a donation,” he said.

All of these?” Ginny said doubtfully. “What would anyone do with a thousand socks?”

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My Bread and Butter

While shopping at the local market, Adrien attracts some attention.

This oneshot was inspired by @ryuusadesu and some of her own venting! And of course my brain—every time I see something remotely cute, I think about how the situation would apply to the lovesquare/ML universe!!

(ao3 link)

Hope you enjoy reading!

Adrien walked down the market sidewalk, hands already slightly full of groceries he had already purchased. The morning sun lazily made its way through the slight overcast and streamed across the various overhangs and openings, making Adrien smile as he looked skywards, already noting the few breaks in the clouds.

Today was going to be a lovely day.

He shuffles some of the bags in his hands in order to glance at the list in his pocket. Just about everything on the list has been taken care of, and it’s then that a selection of baguettes at a nearby stand catches his eye.

Chatting briefly with the vendor, Adrien selects a fresh baguette, tucking it under an arm as he pays for it, nodding in thanks before continuing down the market.

As he walks, the grocery items on display are switched out for flowers, colours blooming and petals unfolding in the soft wind. Just before he really delves into the flower area of the market, a tug from the inside of his jacket gives him pause.

He looks up to see a cheese stall. Wheels of cheese piled high, samples displayed on a cutting board. A sharp smell overpowers the bouquets next door and Adrien chuckles before whispering down into his jacket.

“I already brought you Camembert,” he chuckles lowly, shaking one of the bags in his hand.

“But Adrien,” comes a voice from his jacket, “I have a very advanced palette! All cheese should be tasted!”

Sighing out a half-hearted sigh, Adrien walks over to the cheese seller, laughing at the excited wiggles in his jacket.

Once armed with another bag—this one carrying its own special scent—Adrien makes his way into the flower area of the market. Bright colours and sweet scents fill the air and Adrien pauses, wondering if he could manage carrying a bouquet all the way home, along with all the bags he already has.

He was pondering an arrangement of delicate lilacs and tulips when a sudden whistle from behind him causes him to jump.

The sound made him immediately blush on instinct. It had been years since he modelled professionally but still the attention and reaction it garnered from people left him embarrassed.

On instinct he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head, only to quickly realize his hand was much too full to accomplish such a task. Instead he stands up straight, masking his face with composure and finesse, as he was taught to do so.

He was an adult. He could most definitely handle himself. And besides that he was not an object to be objectified over. It had happened so many times before, a loud wolf whistle, followed by excited screams. Someone asking for a selfie or autograph…some people getting far too comfortable with touching him. At worst he would just have to politely excuse himself was all. He was fine.

Holding his head up high, and with some pink still staining his cheeks, Adrien turned around—

Only to burst out laughing at the familiar face the met.

There she stood before him, one hand cradling piles of flowers and the other holding a half-full basket. The small mischievous smile on her face bloomed as she joined him in his laughter.

“What?” She said as their laughter died down, “You are quite handsome! And all beauty should be appreciated, no?”

She stepped forward, the gentle light played across her face, causing Adrien’s smile to falter into sudden awe. The blush on his face reddens. He snaps himself out of it just as quick as she nears him. As she comes to a stop in front of him, she raises her basket in offer for Adrien to deposit the groceries into. He complies, setting down the various bags of vegetables, cheese, and fruit into the basket.

Tilting his head to the side, he stares at her. “Well, um,” he says, “I, um…thank you?”

He scratches the back of his head momentarily before remembering himself and reaching for the full basket. He grabs the handle from her taking the bulk of the groceries in hand.

She smiles up at him, and he gets distracted my the freckles on her cheeks.

Adrien clears his throat, suddenly he feels too warm. Trying to recover himself, he returns her smirk, trying to channel his alter ego. “I don’t think your husband would appreciate you wolf whistling at handsome men in public markets,” he says.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, he appreciates it just fine” she laughs as she reaches to take the baguette from under his arm, lessening his load.

“Well…yeah” he chuckles, looking away shyly, “You’re not wrong.” Inwardly, he curses his lack of charm.

She stretches up towards him, her lips puckered and on instinct Adrien bends over slightly. His cheek meets her lips for a quick and playful kiss.

All of a sudden, a sharp smack on his behind jerks him forward. Stunned, Adrien turns. He stares at Marinette, who seems to be struggling to uphold a face of innocence. Behind her back, she holds the baguette, fresh from having struck him across the rear, like a weapon she wants to remain hidden. When she meets his wide-eyed expression, she looks ready to explode with laughter.

Trying to once again compose himself, Adrien straightens up, a sudden thought coming to his mind. He smiles.

“What,” he begins, “admiring the buns now?”

That does it. She bursts into giggles, her eyes closing tight as she shuffles the baguette into the same arm that holds the bouquet of flowers. Her now free hand covers her mouth. She nods lightly.

He smiles at her.

As her laughing subsides, she wraps her arms around the bread and flowers, the petals brushing against her face. She breathes in the fragrant smell and presses her lips together, as if she were trying to rein in any further giggles on her part.

With bright eyes she looks up at him, her own face painted light pink with blush. They stand there, a happy couple in the midst of a bustling marketplace.

She steps closer to him, a large smile breaking out across her face. In a quiet whisper, she says, “I loaf you.”

For a few long seconds, he simply stares at her. His heart is so full and he is simply overcome with happiness. Finally, the Chat Noir part of him scoffs, even as his flush reddens.

“My Lady,” he says dryly, “that’s a baguette.”

She pouts cutely at him. Her brows furrowing in mock annoyance.

“Well, it’s a bread product!” She counters.

He smiles at her. “I think you can do better. After all this time with me, you would think your pun ability would be more proficient! You’re not quite at my level of wordplay it would seem!”

She takes a step back, narrowing her eyes at him. “What?” she exclaims, “Oh please! I am just as good, if not better! Remember that time we were looking for a new couch? What was it I said…?” He chuckles. She’s rambling. “Oh! That one couch that was blue and orange! Ugh, do you remember? And I said ‘Oh! Well as long as it gives us compliments every time we sit down—’”

Laughing lightly, Adrien takes a step forward, cutting off her off with a kiss on the forehead.

She freezes. He leans back to look down at her, enjoying the blush deepening on her cheeks. She fumbles for a moment, biting her lip and looking anywhere but his face.

Finally she glances back up at him.

“Ummmmm…” she begins, and he leans back in close to catch her soft whisper. “I baguette you?”

He laughs freely as he leans down to cover her lips with his. Just before he closes the distance between them, he whispers, “I baguette you too.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Kel, is there any way you can do a tutorial on drawing in black and white then changing it to colour? I always see artists talk about doing that to preserve values but I don't understand how to transition from b&w to colour without just recolouring the whole picture. Thank you so much, you're always such a blessing ;w;

HI!! I don’t use that method to color, but it’s basically adding layers (with different coloring modes) on top of your b&w layer to get the final colored drawing. 

THIS IS A VERY QUICK EXAMPLE and you can definitely polish it further than what I did. At the end you can merge everything and paint over it to fix stuff/ brighten colors too. HERE are a couple of tutorials that explain it rly well I think: 1, 2, 3 !! This method is called glazing, so you could try googling that to find out more if you want!! 

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