i fell super hard for you

So last night I was sleeping with my girl and the way I cuddle her, my face is in her boobs and sometimes makes it hard to breathe but that’s okay because boobs right, well I guess I was super tired and I fell asleep right away and woke up gasping for air because my face was just being suffocated by her boobs and you know what, if that’s how I was going to die then that would have been fine by me


Queen- Bohemian Rhapsody.
The Beatles- Abbey Road
Step Brothers
Dragon Ball Z- Ginyu Force Pose. 

Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

Originally posted by khalblogo

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Wrong Place, Right Time.

Request from anon: Hey. Love your writing. Can I request a fic where Reader sleeps naked. Bucky’s so exhausted after a mission he barely can keep his eyes open and doesn’t realize he’s off by a floor, quickly showers, and collapses into bed. Next morning Bucky wakes up with no way to leave the bed without waking Reader. Both of them are mortified when they realize what’s happened but eventually it leads to them revealing they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. (Smut or fluff, but preferably both). <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,456

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW, unprotected sex…..anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been the fifth mission in as many days for The Avengers and they were all exhausted; Bucky more so given that he was still having a daily fight with the memories that taunted him 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and so as they all headed to their respective living quarters he attempted to do the same. A feat of which was made more difficult by the fact that it was becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes open. 

One by one each of the team left the lift and soon enough he was the only one left to reach his room. He turned his attention to the buttons on the panel at the side of the doors – his vision wasn’t exactly his best friend at the moment though so the buttons that would usually be so clear were now completely out of focus for the tired soldier.

The only option he had if he wanted to get any form of sleep tonight was to go on memory and press the one he was sure he usually did.

By the time the lift doors opened he was particularly asleep. His aching body all but fell on the floor as he stumbled over to what he believed to be his room.

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BTS Reaction to: their S/O overworking themselves

Thank you to anon for the request!

***I do not own any of the gifs***


Jin would go into complete mother-mode when he saw how exhausted you were. The second he found out you hadn’t been eating properly, he’d drag you into the kitchen and sit while he made you feast. Jin would feed you so much you wouldn’t be able to move afterward, so he’d scoop you up and carry you to your bed where he would tuck you in and force you to rest. 


When Yoongi found out you were overworking yourself, he’d get so concerned even though he frequently does the same thing. He’d take you by the hand and force you to cuddle with him on the couch. Yoongi would be so comforting; he’d stroke your hair and give you forehead kisses while begging you to take better care of yourself. 


Hoseok would drop absolutely everything he had to do to focus on taking care of you. He’d want to do everything he could to make sure you took a break from working so he’d run you a bubble bath and offer you a massage afterward. I imagine him being very sweet about it as well by showering you with compliments on how hard you work all the time and he’d probably do something really cheesy like buy you a bunch of roses. 


Namjoon would start lecturing you on the dangers of not taking good care of yourself, but he would always mean well about it. He’d tell you that you always work so hard for what you want, but that you needed a break sometimes. He’d also probably end up going out and spoiling you with a ton of gifts like candles and bath bombs so you could take a day for yourself. 


Jimin would try to take really good care of you when he noticed that you couldn’t do it yourself while you’d been working so hard lately. He’d wrap you up in comfy blankets on the couch and would bring you hot chocolate. He’d then lay down with you and would stroke your hair while singing softly until you fell asleep. 


When Taehyung saw how hard you’d been working lately and that you barely had time for yourself, he wouldn’t say anything directly, rather he’d immediately begin planning a relaxing date to surprise you. He’d probably prepare a super romantic candle-lit dinner and I imagine him playing music and dancing with you around the house; he’d just want to make sure you had a relaxing break from your work because he knew how hard you were constantly working. 


Jungkook would feel so bad when he saw how hard you were always overloading yourself. He’d try to be really playful and cute with you so you could get your mind off of working. Jungkook would also keep bugging you until you stopped to pay attention to him and he’d then drag you away to go get some ice cream. 

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Smoulder- Epilogue

Summary: Remember when this was a oneshot and it turned into a 160k fic which took almost a year to write? Lol *sobs because it’s over*

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Smoulder- Epilogue

“If you don’t stop twitching your leg, I’m going to break it.”

Adrien paused at Nathanael’s warning. A brief pause. A second’s pause.

He tried to contain himself. He really did.

A moment later, and completely subconsciously, he began to fiddle with his seat tray.

Nathanael groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Adrien apologised hurriedly, fully aware of just how irritating he was being. “I’m just nervous.”

Nathanael grinned at that.

“Really? Nervous?” he replied, tone as dry at the recycled plane air surrounding them. Quietly, he folded his own tray open, so that he had somewhere to sketch. “I had no idea banana-boy.”

“Don’t be mean tomato-head,” Adrien whined, flopping face-first onto the tiny plane window. “I’m trying my best to not be a pain.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Eschewing his own internal dilemmas, Adrien shot up, a sunlit beam brightening his face.

“You quoted it!” he cried, throwing his arms around a reluctant Nathanael. “I knew you liked Star Wars! I knew it!”

“I never said I didn’t,” Nathanael responded coyly, tapping his pencil to Adrien’s nose before bringing it to his mini-sketchbook again. Overcome by curiosity, and a need for distraction, Adrien took a quick peak at what he was drawing. A fluffy tail. Some kind of wolf maybe? Or a fox? Maybe a cat? Adrien wasn’t sure from the angle he was staring. “I just didn’t have any interest in seeing it before being made to by my roommate. My roommate who is, inconceivably, nerdier than I am.”

“Did Louis know? I bet he would’ve had something to say. Or shriek. Louis shrieks a lot,” Adrien mused, scratching the back of his head as he was still restless. “Well if he doesn’t your secret’s safe with me. What happens in London stays in London.”

“True- and you know it’s never come up. The Star Wars thing,” Nathanael replied with a small smile, his eyes distant. It was a look Adrien had come to know well over the past year. He’d dubbed it Nathanael’s ‘dream face’.

Having realised the horrendous London rent prices were worse than that of Paris (how was that possible?) Adrien had quickly asked Nathanael move in with him and his friend had jumped at the chance. Adrien couldn’t blame him, he’d seen Nathanael’s old place. The mould on the wall had looked like a demented clown and it still gave him nightmares.

They’d been roommates the entire year.

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mood: Eliot advising Hardison to be more assertive in his relationship with Parker, realising he’s the one asserted over the whole evening, ending up secretly proud of it.

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Supercorp: Kara comes home to see Lena and their toddler in a makeshift fort.

Kara landed softly on the balcony that Lena had insisted be installed when they moved into their new house; it was out of sight and meant that Kara didn’t have to worry about being seen when Supergirl was needed.

She entered the hallway, unclipping her cape as she walked towards the bedroom. Kara hung it up; there had been too many discussions with Lena about just leaving her cape pooled on the floor, she quickly changed and headed towards the kitchen where her nose was telling her Lena had been baking cookies.

With three cookies in her mouth and two more stashed in her pocket for later, Kara wandered towards the living room where she knew she would find her wife and daughter. What she didn’t expect was to see an expertly made fort taking up the majority of the room; chairs had been carefully stacked upon tables and what Kara estimated was the entirely of their linen collection was hung, tied and secured in place.

‘Someone’s been busy!’ Kara smiled as she surveyed what could only be her wife’s handiwork.

She heard a giggle from inside the fort and her heart melted. Suddenly a head popped up through the middle and Lena beamed as she saw Kara. She was dressed in one of Kara’s checked shirts, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

‘Jess wanted to build a fort…’ Lena explained waving her hands around.

‘Mommy helped meeeee!’ a little voice yelled from inside.

‘Hey Munchkin!’ Kara giggled, ‘can I come in the fort?’

‘Password!’ was the yelled response. ‘No helping’ Jess added pointedly, looking at Lena.

Lena looked down at the little four year old who was standing with hands on her hips and chuckled; it was amazing at times how much she mirrored Kara in her stance, but the attitude; she was becoming more and more like her namesake everyday.

Lena remembered confronting her secretary, her friend, after she realised how many ‘accidental’ dinners with Kara Jess had sent them on, finally forcing them to admit their feelings for each other. Jess had chuckled, for a genius it took you a long time to realise love was right in front of you, which had caused Lena to laugh loudly. She had brushed off any thanks Lena had tried to bestow on her and jokingly told her they could name their first child after her… and so they had.

‘Cookie!’ Kara yelled out as she pulled out one of the cookies from her pocket.

There was a slight giggle as one side of the fort wobbled slightly.

‘OK, not cookie… How about Hippopotamus!’ Kara tried, thinking about the book Jess was currently obsessed with, demanding it be read every night.


Kara looked at Lena, utterly unsure of what the brilliant mind of their daughter had come up with. Lena grinned and subtly brushed her hand over her chest.

‘Supergirl!’ Kara smiled as she realised the hint her wife was giving her.

‘Yes!’ Jess squealed, ‘you can come in!’

Kara floated over the arm of the sofa to where the entrance seemed to be, before crawling in to finally see her daughter. Jess met her at the doorway and excitedly pulled her through, pointing out the various ‘sections’ to the fort. There was an area for colouring in, one corner had most of the cushions from the sofa and a small collection of books and the small chess set Lena had brought from her penthouse was also set up.

‘It’s nearly your bedtime Jess’ Lena said softly, knowing the argument that was about to occur.

True to form, Jess pouted, the spitting image of Kara.

‘How about we read a book in here, then you can go up?’ Lena suggested.

Jess nodded and reached over to pick up her favourite book;  Hugo the Hippopotamus and snuggled in between her mothers, helping to turn the pages and giggling at the various voices they made.

When Kara closed the book, Jess immediately reached for another, deciding to try and push her luck.

‘Jessica Alexandra Luthor’ Lena called out pointedly, ‘we had a deal.’

Jess scrunched her nose up at hearing her full name and opened her mouth to protest.

‘Uh huh’ Kara interjected, ‘up to bed, come on.’

Jess sighed but made her way out of the fort, taking her book with her. Her mothers followed, bringing the rest of her belongings.

‘I’ll tidy up down here, you make sure she actually goes to sleep…’ Lena chuckled at Kara, knowing their daughter had a habit of pretending to sleep.

Kara scooped up Jess and carried the squealing toddler upstairs.

Lena sighed in contentment as she tidied away the chess set and colouring in books at the domestic life she never thought she would end up with. She found herself wondering at times if it was all real; Kara as her wife and their beautiful daughter,  it was something she never imagined happening because of her last name. The name Kara had insisted on taking when they got married;

You’ve worked too hard to turn the Luthor name into one recognised for good.

Your last name doesn’t define who you are.

Lena Luthor is who I fell in love with; I love you because of it, not in spite of it.

A Super and a Luthor; it has to be one of the greatest love stories ever told.

Lena was brought out of her musings by the sound of her wife coming down the stairs.

‘She’s asleep, actually asleep’ Kara clarified, ‘I’m going to grab us a drink’ she smiled as she headed back towards the kitchen.

Lena chuckled; it was obvious Kara was making another cookie stop. She leaned over the back of the sofa to switch on the fairy lights she had hung in the fort earlier, before turning off the main lights in the living room. She quickly slid off her jeans and crawled back into the fort to rearrange the pillows to lay down on, letting her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through it a few times.

‘Password!’ Lena playfully called out as she saw Kara approach the fort by the shadow on the sheets.

‘Supergirl’ Kara chuckled.

‘Uh huh’ Lena teased, ‘that was for the family fun fort earlier; this fort is strictly adults only…’

Kara stuck her head in the entrance, her breath hitching in her throat as she caught sight of her wife illuminated by the twinkling lights, clad only in her shirt and knickers.

‘You’re beautiful’ Kara husked out, slightly in awe.

‘Close enough’ Lena purred as Kara made her way towards her.

Kara crawled until her lips were millimetres from Lena; only closing the gap when she heard the spike in Lena’s heart rate.

What happened at the airport was an embarrassing mess. The boys and staff could barely move. Rocky supposedly fell. MJ got separated from the group on the way to the van. They all looked super stressed. i really hope no one got hurt. (In on vid it looked like mj was limping but i hope its not an actual injury) And i hope aroha in the future know better than to do this. Its not that hard to give people personal space and respect. Wanting to be close to your fave doesn’t give you the right to put other people’s safety at risk.

Mysterious Helper

Request: Arthur x reader, where reader is excellent warrior, maybe use sword or bow

Pairing: King Arthur x Y/N

Summary: The reader sees Arthur getting into a bit of trouble and, even though they’ve never interacted with each other, decides to help out. (This happens around the beginning of the movie, when Arthur is talking to the vikings)

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,103

A/N: Since the request didn’t give a plot, I took the liberty of making up my own, and somehow I don’t feel like it fits super well with the request, but still. Ever since Charlie Hunnam showed up on screen I fell in love with his character and now have quite a couple of requests for him lined up, so thanks so much for that. i love you guys. Also, if you’re a writer and watched/liked the movie, I highly encourage you to write about it, because I have barely seen any people talking about it (it’s also quite new, so it makes sense). And if you haven’t watched it, I really recommend it. (Finding gifs of Charlie as Arthur is hard, help)

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Mysterious Helper

Over the years, you’d come to know almost everyone in Londinium, yet few people knew you. It  was a decision you’d made purposefully, of course. You didn’t really see the point in being well known, since all that seemed to arise from that was conflict, but there was one person that did: Arthur.

Arthur was known around Londinium for being a scoundrel and not to be messed with, a reputation he’d acquired for himself after all his little adventures with his clique, of which he was the unspoken leader. There was just something different about him, a little spark that made him special, yet you could not pinpoint what it was. It was almost as if he was born a leader, having it somewhat in his blood.

And, even though you had no knowledge of it, you were both fairly similar.

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(Dis)like at First Sight - Seungcheol (S. Coups) Angst

Originally posted by souppa

 Request: Arranged marriage with hoshi or hiphop teams? Cold hearted, being a meanie stuff like that? Fluff ending please ❤

Word Count:1352

Genre: Fluff/Angst(?)

Member/Group: Seungcheol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Every girl dreams of the day she gets to walk down the isle in a white gown, so how come yours felt more like a nightmare?

A/N: I’m sorry posts are kinda more spaced out now, I am back in school and preparing for my last exams in the next few months along with a few band competitions. I’ll probably post more on the weekends and a few times throughout the week.

 It’s strange how quickly emotions can fog up human judgement. Rage can turn to grief in mere seconds, which can cause anything to go south. You always hear about arranged marriages, yet its quite rare to meet actual participants in the old-fashioned act. Maybe if you and your surprise fiancé had known a bit sooner than a week before your wedding about what lied in your futures, he wouldn’t have been so mad about it. Yet here you are, in a bustling room of women, getting ready to marry somebody and close to tears. 

 Your hair was in a classic up do with a a sheet of lace veiled over your head. The cream colored gown that was wrapped around your figure accentuated points and curves you where never aware that you had, and your make up did wonders to compliment your skin tone. It’s amazing what a few thousand dollars can do to someone with the help of a mask of make up and fake happiness.

 “(Y/N), are you almost ready? Your father is waiting outside the entrance to the church, and the organist has already played eight songs!” Your soon-to-be mother in law called from outside the door. A stray tear dripped down your cheek as you clenched the skirt of your dress. You quickly checked to make sure that you’re make up was not running, then you finally stepped out the door to get into the limousine.

 Inside the church, Seungcheol’s family waited alongside yours. Long pieces of silky white fabric were draped along each pew, with a light red carpet splitting the room in half. Orchids in vases were scattered along the edges of the room, and a table near the entrance displayed a book for each guest to sign before going to sit in their spots. The sound of an ancient organ echoed through the room, the melodic ebony and ivory keys releasing a sound that reflected a joyous occasion. At the head of the alter, a not-so-eager Seungcheol stood with his hands crossed over his pelvis. His suit was neatly pressed without a single piece of lint or hair caught on the smooth black fabric, and his hair had been neatly styled. 

 “Is she going to show up?”

 “I heard that she is in love with someone else and is planning on ditching the ceremony!”

 “I bet she’s only in it for the money…” Bouts of gossip extended from both families mouths, some positive and some negative. Suddenly, the creaking of the large oak doors opening interrupted every conversation.

 You and your father took a step into the room, and every person seemed to stop breathing as they took in your appearance. Your (length) hair was neatly pushed back and adorned with a long lace veil, but the natural makeup you wore still was eye-catching even when semi hidden. Your long gown trailed for a few feet, and the pristine bodes was covered in sparkly jewels with the occasional pearl thrown in. They expected the best considering how wealthy the Choi family was, but even this exceeded their expectations. The only person that was not in complete awe of you was your soon to be husband, Seungcheol.

 As you reached the alter, Seungcheol stepped forward to let you shift from your father’s arm to his. 

“You look nice today, brat.” It was supposed to be a compliment, but his cold tone and icy features pierced very ounce of happiness in the words and almost made it sound like a threat.

 “Thank you.” You looked down, and the Minister began the ceremony.

 “I now pronounce you man and wife.” As soon as the words left the old mans mouth, cheers erupted around the room. Seungcheol’s iron grip latched onto your hand and you both turned around to walk out. Flower petals rained down on your heads as you left, but you couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of self-pity that had begun to sink in your stomach. Even when the door to the limousine was shut, nothing but cold stares were exchanged between you and Seungcheol.

 “How about you tell me a bit about yourself?” The mousy voice that left your mouth was almost alien to you, but Seungcheol nodded nonetheless.

 “My name is Choi Seungcheol, and I am 21 years old. I specialize and business, and my father arranged this marriage because he considers me ‘anti-social’ and thinks that I would otherwise be hopeless in finding myself a wife, and your father just so happened to make a deal with him. What about you?” His words felt like poison stings, but you decided to try and be kind anyway.

 “I am (L/N) (Y/N), a (Age) year old woman of all trades. Until recently, I was working part time to earn the money to help pay my family’s bills and hopefully get to open my own bakery one day. It’s nice to meet you, and I hope I can be a suitable wife for you.” A smile peaked through your lips, but Seungcheol simply avoided your gaze and looked out the window.

 “Sounds like you married me for the money, huh?”

 All evening, you and Seungcheol were busy introducing yourselves at the wedding reception. His family seemed to be fun of you, but his frosty ways didn’t change at all. After the ‘first dance’, you both quietly ate and sat next to each other as the party went on without you. After the last piece of cake was served and the last drop of wine had been drank, you and your new husband clambered over to the car that would escort you to the hotel you would be staying at for the night. The drive was a silent one, and nothing felt better than finally getting to step out of the tense space.

 The hotel room was quite simple. The walls and floors were matte nude tones, but each room contained utilities that were most likely more expensive than anything you had ever used in all your years of living.

 “This room is really nice-”

 “Shut up. I get it, you are coming from a poor lifestyle, but I’m not here to hold your hand. Don’t act like this is even love, and just stay out one my way.” His words brought tears to your eyes and fire to your cheeks. You let out a croaky gasp, and did something you never thought you would do; you hit him on the chest. It wasn’t hard or anything, but the force caused your knees to buckle and you fell into a heap on the floor.

 “You know what, Seungcheol? I’m trying to make the best of the situation, and you are making it super hard. Yes, I did agree to this to help my family, but that is what love looks like! You are a cold hearted bastard, and this isn’t how marriage works! At least try to be nice, and maybe one day we can learn to love  each other…” Sniffles left your mouth and you hugged your knees. The room was silent, but the growing worry that your pleas had fallen on deaf ears was ringing violently throughout your head.

 Never had you felt so alone with another person. But then again, never had you felt as shocked as the moment that Seungcheol actually crumbled to the floor and rested a warm hand on your shoulder.

 “You know what… I’m sorry. I don’t really know what marriage is like, but now I realize how hard this day must have been for you. I just… I want to tell you that I’m willing to try, I guess.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and collected your tears, and your watery eyes finally glanced up at him. For the first time that day, a small smile was apparent on Seungcheol’s face. You stared at him for a few seconds, then embraced him with all your strength.

 “Let’s try this. Together.”

I took examples from my own experiences to do this, so sorry if the scenarios look iffy, or even a teensy bit angsty to some :P

I am so sorry that 707′s is huge! I got carried away with it :P

ASKING FOR OPINION: If it’s too long that it’s annoying, tell me by any means so that I start putting half of it under the cut or something

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  • Most of the times, it doesn’t even pop up as often.
  • Pizza nights, game nights and go out for movies. It’s like the perfect college love life.
  • But one day, Yoosung was meeting up with a bunch of friends, and he wanted to bring you along.
  • You had already met them through webcam, so why were you suddenly so anxious to see them in real life?
  • The day before the meeting, you suddenly pull out.
  • This poor boy is so confused.
  • Why won’t you meet them? You’ve talked to them before? Are they not nice? Did they say something to you?
  • It was very difficult to calm him down, but you finally tell him that you were insecure about how fat you were.
  • He’s super quick to correct you that he doesn’t even let you finish.
  • “You’re so soft, both inside and out. It’s just who you are, and there is nothing to be ashamed of about that.”
  • This prompts the both of you to share your insecurities with each other.
  • By the end of the day, you both feel like you know each other better.
  • “No matter what you look like, it’s you as a person I love.”


  • The insecurities got worse when you started dating him
  • Every time you’re in public, you can practically feel everyone judging you from every angle.
  • You start going out on dates less frequently, and this irritates Zen to no end
  • Especially since you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about what’s been on your mind.
  • One day, you tell him you want to go to the gym with him
  • He’s ecstatic (since this is the first time you wanted to go somewhere in weeks) but confused as well.
  • Then he sees how hard you’re trying to work out, but tire so much quicker than him that you start sulking.
  • When he stops what he’s doing, and asks you what’s wrong, it all comes pouring out.
  • About how he’s so perfect, and you’re not, and you don’t deserve to be with him
  • *cue dramatic gasp*
  • “Sometimes I wonder what did I do to deserve such a kind and pure person like YOU, and here you are worried about what you look like?”
  • “I fell for you because of how you supported me through tough times, not because you looked a certain way.”


  • She’s already super busy, yet she still looks so pretty and slim.
  • It gave you an inferiority complex on so many levels.
  • Overtime, she notices that you want to go out less; preferring to stay at home and relax.
  • Which she doesn’t argue over; it is nice to have room to breathe once in a while.
  • Your clothes are always loose and free flowing; She admires your style a lot.
  • Overtime, you have lessened your food portions to the point where now it is half of your usual.
  • Get ready lads, shit is about to hit the fan now.
  • Suddenly your behavior, your clothes, and your patterns.  Everything makes sense.
  • She forcefully serves you how much you should be eating, despite your protests.
  • “There is absolutely no reason to adopt unhealthy practices simply because you have all these misconceptions about yourself.”
  • Before you can defend your “misconceptions”, she heaves a big sigh and apologizes for snapping at you.
  • “Your beauty shines through every little action you do; your body has very little to do with it. So please, don’t worry and be happy.”


  • This man thinks the entire world revolves around you; and sets his standards according to you.
  • This leads you to try to match the standards of everything a corporate heir’s significant other should be like.
  • One day, he had decided to take you shopping, just to shower some love on you.
  • One day, while you two were out window shopping, he had found a shimmering black dress that he absolutely wants you to try on.
  • When you tell him that it is a few sizes too small, he immediately calls in the manager of the store to ask for a size more suitable for.
  • The manager looks at you very piercingly and then states that the store does not cater to plus sizes.
  • It tore you apart to hear the words that had been toiling around your mind the entire day. His world doesn’t provide for plus sizes
  • Jumin very easily sensed your mood rolling downhill and threatened the poor manager to rid him of his job by the end of the day.
  • Before Jumin could ruin anymore livelihoods, you drag him out of the store.
  • He doesn’t understand why you let that manager and other people talk to you like that.
  • He is rambling and ranting as you two continue walking around the area.
  • “You are still leading a better life than all those women who starve themselves to death just for the sake of something as shallow as appearances.”
  • It’s almost funny how much offense he is taking on your behalf.
  • You pull him to kiss him on the cheek, and he stopped immediately.
  • He takes this as a nice way to shut him up and takes you to your favorite café


  • Boi has military training to back him up on his unhealthy obsession with junk food
  • You scold him every. Single. Time. And all he does is take another packet and eat it in front of you as you’re yelling at him.
  • Even you don’t understand why you yell at him so much, it’s an uncontrollable reflex at this point.
  • One day you were enjoying a family sized packet of Doritos by yourself in the kitchen.
  • Seven strolls in, whistling as he grabs a packet of HBC.
  • Then he notices your packet of Doritos
  • Both of you narrow your eyes at each other playfully.
  • You thought it was going to be another match of Doritos vs. Honey Buddha Chips
  • You bring out your usual point that HBC has a lot more fats in it than Doritos.
  • But then he points out that you’re the one who is fatter than him, so you were just projecting your problems against HBC
  • You look down in silence, suddenly extra aware of the fact that you are wearing shorts.
  • He’s slapped his mouth shut and is raining apologies upon you, but you just get up and leave; leaving behind the packet you were munching on as well.
  • Over the next few weeks, he’s doing everything he can to apologize
  • Grabbing onto your leg, bowing and begging, bringing your favorite food.
  • But you just wouldn’t budge.
  • What finally wins you over is the presentation he made of Doritos being better than HBC while wearing a sumo fatsuit that puts regular sumos to shame.
  • “You’re still my wonderful and bootyful MC; maybe the Doritos have some kind of power to give you such beauty and grace.”


  • He had invited you as his date/honored guest to his latest photo exhibition
  • You were so happy about the level of success this particular collection had achieved, you had bought a dress just for the occasion.
  • He had headed out to the gallery before you to check on some things, so he gave you a peck before saying goodbye
  • It’s a good luck kiss, don’t I deserve one?
  • You hurriedly go and change into the beautiful dress- looking forward to V’s reaction when he sees you
  • But when you put it on, suddenly it doesn’t look as good as it did before?
  • Was it always this short and tight?
  • Were your arms always so… bulbous?
  • You sat there in front of the mirror and tears started pouring out of frustration
  • You were planning out how were you going to cancel on him, until suddenly he burst into your shared bedroom and grabs his camera from the bedside table.
  • He then looks at you and jumps at the sight. You get even shyer aww
  • “You are so stunning in that dress! But why are you crying…?”
  • You hug him and mumble something about not deserving to be standing next to someone so acclaimed as him.
  • “Do you know why you are my muse for most of my photos? It’s because no matter how many different ways I click the camera, I’m never able to capture your perfect essence.”


  • It was never an issue that stayed at the forefront of your thoughts. Back of your mind, sure.
  • Saeran was never particular about how you looked, and you knew that.
  • One day, you had finally coaxed him into going out on a date.
  • But then surprise surprise, all your nice clothes are waiting in the laundry pile
  • Both of you are just too lazy to do chores and now it’s just biting you in the butt
  • Now all you have is the lacy camisole you had bought last week, which could go with some capris.
  • You weren’t sure why you bought it; it just looked pretty at the time.
  • You refuse to wear it, and try to find something else to wear but it’s just. not. right.
  • Saeran literally doesn’t give two shits about your problem.
  • “Why don’t you just wear what you’re already wearing?” No I just wanted to wear something special
  • He holds up the camisole “What’s wrong with this then?”
  • You stammer out that it doesn’t compliment your figure and it shows off your flabby torso.
  • You could practically see the irritation on his face and just give up and wear it to prove that its not good enough.
  • But when you show it to him, he suddenly can’t look at you in the eye.
  • See, I told you this looked bad.
  • He then looks up in alarm and grabs your shoulders.
  • You’re probably just saying that so that we can get going.
  • No matter how much he is refusing, you try to change out of it, but he doesn’t let you.
  • Instead he’s practically forcing you out the door.
  • “For Christ’s sake, MC. The one time I agree to go out so that I can show everyone that you’re mine and you want to just sit there because your tee shirt is too small”
  • You want to correct him that it’s a camisole, but you let him go as you both make you way to the mall.
Fell Goth has some problems he should probably take care of

So uh, I’m a shy bean and I don’t really write hard nsfw [and I kinda don’t want to post this on my blog] but this is a little nsfwish, and I really just needed to get this out and wanted you to see it so have some Fell Goth/Palette I guess


The original Palette was a fucking crybaby.

After hearing from Fell Goth how the original Goth was most likely half dead in Fell Palette’s basement, he had come to the conclusion that Palette was a fucking crybaby.

He’d burst into tears, pleading with him to do something, like he was the only one who was feeling hurt.

“Your pissy little Goth ruined what my Palette and I had. Why the fuck should I do shit for you?” He’d snapped, teleporting away before Palette could speak again.

But now that he was really thinking about it, Fell Palette and he hadn’t really had much. A fling every so often, drunk sex, Fell Palette’s masochistic tendencies, and the fact that Fell Palette treated him like shit. Those were all the things he’d ‘had’. That they’d ‘had together’.

Looking back on it, it didn’t seem so bad then. But Fell Goth could count the original Goth as a blessing, because now he was away from the poison that was what he used to have, that was Fell Palette.

So if Fell Palette could take Goth, Fell Goth didn’t mind having Palette.

This explained why he had Palette pressed up against a wall, writhing against him.

Palette was crying again, breaths hitching and his voice slipping with little moans and whimpers he didn’t want to make. Fell Goth ignored the tears and latched onto his neck, sucking and biting and forcing Palette to let out those pretty moans that only made him want to continue.

“G-Goth, Goth, please, s-stop!”

Fell Goth stopped. But Palette barely even let out a sigh before Fell Goth was back on him, pulling open his shirt and leaving sharp bites on his ribcage.

“How funny it is to hear you beg… And to beg me of all people, to stop?”

Maybe he was projecting a little. But the sound of Palette’s voice was similar to Fell Palette’s voice, and it was full of tears and laced with terror. And he was absolutely squirming with the thoughts of what exactly he could do to make that voice scream out in pain, in pleasure, to beg him and plead with him to stop.

But he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t stop, because when had Fell Palette ever stopped for him?

This was going to be done his way.

He was going to use this Palette as a toy, the same way his Palette had used him.

No whiny little crybaby was going to stop him.

fanfic by Fae


  • Garrus: Sooo about that fish tank you fell through...Now I’ve got a story to tell the family when they meet you for the first time. Always helps to break the ice with turian in-laws.
  • Shepard: In-laws.
  • Garrus: What?
  • Shepard: You said 'in-laws'.
  • Garrus: I...ah.....um.........Well crap. It wasn’t supposed to- I mean I had a real...hrm. That is to say if you even wanted to...
  • Shepard: ....
  • Garrus: I mean....do...you....?
  • Shepard: I do.

inthedarknessofthesun  asked:

Are you awake? Viviane and Kallias

Beware the angst. (And the fact that I’ve already forgotten the dynamic of these two, so I’m sorry this is super short!)

Despite the chilling cold, the depth of night that seems almost natural to the hours of the season, Viviane finds the night does not suit her.

Night is long. Night is dark. And it is lonely.

Wrapping herself in the thick wool robe she keeps by her bed, Viviane finds herself strolling to the balcony where moonlight glistens below her on the pure white snow. It fell hard all day in a torrent of wind and ice she supposes she should be used to by now. Instead, she had found herself holding back tears lest they turn to sleet and join the fray itself.

Now the land lays quiet. Not a drop left to fall. Even the clouds have flown away as though to beg her forgiveness and leave her with a blank canvas of beautiful starry sky to behold. Viviane does not see the heavenly gems above her. She sees only the moon, full and glowing and somehow empty.

It’s beautiful. All of it. And she knows it. But it feels intangible. Incomplete. Perhaps it is a good fit, she feels. That she should find herself Lady of something that matches that endless void inside herself that has failed to heal all these years gone by. In a land that never thaws, she wonders if her heart will ever truly manage to escape the same fate.

It is a time before she vacates her position, not leaving until her fingers have gone numb resting on the frosted railing. She collapses on the bed and finds the moon still watching her from the expansive window of her ceiling, perched in the highest reaches of the palace. Watching her as he does.


The only warmth beneath the chill. The only star amid an endless sky. Her heart aches just to bear thought to his name.

“Are you awake?” she cries, tears falling unbidden and unloved on her cheeks.

Somewhere hundreds and hundreds of miles away, imprisoned deep beneath a mountain of stone and blood, Kallias lies awake and begs of her the same question.

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Just Listen

A/N: So I’m in a super bad mood right now and I’m also listening to I Found by Amber Run and I was inspired to write something angsty and sad so here y’all go!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)/me (or reader, depending on how you read it)

Warnings: Angst and sadness

“What do you mean, you’re ‘going to Germany’?!” I said through the phone to my boyfriend.

“I’m, uh, just going to be in Germany for a few days.”


“B… business?”

“Peter, you’re 15, what kind of business could you possibly have?”

“Superhero business?”

“Wow, last time I checked, Spider-Man didn’t take business trips.”

“Izzy, I-”

“Can you just tell me, honestly, what’s going on?”

He sighed into the phone. “Mr. Stark inducted me into his team. He and Cap are fighting, I guess, and he needed more members on his team.”

As he talked, I marched straight out of my apartment and to his own a few buildings down the street. “Cap? You’re on nickname basis with him? Peter, why didn’t you decline?”

I stood at his door now as he spoke, “Izzy, if the most rich guy showed up at your door and said, ‘Here, let me make you a better suit if you join my team, plus a free trip to Germany’, would you decline him?!”

His door opened, and I guessed that maybe he was about to walk over to my house, but I beat him to it. I hung up the phone and clicked my tongue angrily at him. “You can’t go to Germany.”

“My ticket is already paid for and ready.”

“Peter, how on earth does this strike you as a good idea?” I began to worry, and my heart began to pound in my chest.

He sighed again as he fell back into the couch, paused, hesitated. “I have to, Izzy. I just have to.”

“You are going against some of the strongest, most magical, enhanced, super people in the world. And you think that you have to do this?”

“Just listen for a seco-”

“What am I going to do when I found out that Captain America hit you so hard that you suffered internal bleeding? What am I supposed to say to Aunt May?”

“Izzy, listen to me,” he said in a tone that I didn’t recognize. It was harsh and sharp and frightened me. I immediately shut my mouth to listen. “What am I if I don’t try to help? Cowardly? How will people see me, how will they see The Spider-Man? I won’t be too amazing, now will I be? I need to do this because it’s the right thing to do. You’re all about morals sweetheart so please, please, see where I’m coming from, okay? I have to help.”

By now, I was crying. What if he did die? What was I going to do? I wouldn’t be leading a normal life, that’s for sure.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he said, rising from the couch and reaching to wipe the tears from my cheek. “I’ll be okay. I promise you, it’ll only be a few days. And then I’ll come back, everything will be like it was before.”

Aaaaaand I began to cry harder.

Peter seemed as though he was at a loss for words, and simply pulled me into a strong hug. “Sweetheart, you know I’ll be safe. I always come back alive.”

Eventually I stopped crying and wiped my tear-soaked face along his shirt. “Peter Parker, one day you’re going to send me into cardiac arrest.”

“I hope to God that never happens,” he murmured, resting his cheek on my head. “We’re going to live a long and happy life, you and me. I just know it.”

“Yeah, and the price to pay for that is to fight a few superhumans and you know, a giant bird-man and a magic girl.”

He chuckled. “I’d pay that price and so much more to come back to you.”

Synonym [Kyungsoo Semi-Smut]

This was requested a while back but I couldn’t write it sooner. Sorry to that anon that I left waiting. Anyways, it’s not super smutty but there’s some touchy parts I guess? Smut is hard [;)] no seriously, it takes some time to write and lots of imagination… anyways, enjoy. Ara~

Drops of water fell as we rapidly walked to my room. It was one of those moments where you rushed your step, kind of hiding from something, and yet you were alone. We were alone, hiding from the lights that came from outside; we made no sounds and could only hear our breathing. 
I could barely see him, standing in the middle of my room as he quickly started to undress. 

“K-Kyungsoo?” I whispered, not sure if I should close my eyes or follow him.
“I’m all soaked jagi.. and so are you. You should change before you catch a cold”
It was storming outside, it caught us off guard. I kind deny I enjoy when Kyungsoo kisses me under the rain, but being alone with him while we change, is another thing.

It’s not the first time and I doubt it will be the last, but he always manages to make me feel so nervous, even when nothing is going on. It’s like falling in love all over again, seeing how perfect he is, how flawless his silhouette it.

I probably was spacing out because I jumped the moment I felt Kyungsoo’s hand slide down my sides, embracing me from behind. 
“What are you thinking jagi?” He whispered into my ear, nipping it gently. “Is my back so breath-taking?” Soo teased.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt of course, I could feel his chest pressed against my back. I could feel his breathing match mine, I could feel his heart beating really fast.
“Soo… What are you doing?” I turned in his arms, facing that sweet boy that held me so close. I didn’t have to wait an answer to know what to do next. Our lips met with a gentle pressure, fire growing inside of me. Just a kiss was enough to make my knees crumble. 
“Do you know jagi… how much I love having you close?” He whispered, his hands playing with my jeans. Everywhere he touched, I felt like sparkles.
“H-how much?” I could barely speak, the heat in the room increased rapidly. Yet it all felt so pure, my room turned to be our sanctuary, our little paradise. The heat was the synonym of the love that emerged from the bottom of our hearts. Kyungsoo’s touch was like a physical poem, a sweet and warm melody. 
Carefully, he picked me up in his arm and carried me to the bed, before laying me down and slowly crawling on top of me. “You’ll see…”

“Did you heard that?!” He stopped his his kissing-my-whole-body-session. “I think it was the front door…”
“Must be my roommate…” I mentally slapped myself, of course she would come exactly in the precise moment when Kyungsoo had finally decide to show me his love. 
I guess I looked a little frustrated because he suddenly began laughing.
“What’s so funny Soo?!” I pouted.
He went back to kiss my hip bones, biting them a little. “Well… we have two options” His eyes looked directly into mine, making my whole body chill. “We can stop and watch a movie or…” He continued “We can be very quiet… and go to that place we’ve been wanting to go for quite some time now”
I knew that the synonym of that place was our sanctuary aka love and all the carnal actions it derived. I couldn’t deny I have been craving for his touch and more than just his touch for a while now. I couldn’t just refuse his offer because he was everything I wanted, our bodies cried for each other’s touch.
And he knew I felt that way, he knew that I didn’t want to stop.
“I love you jagi” He kissed me before his hands continued to wander over my body. “And I love being here… just you and me”

I could hear the rain drops, hitting my window. I could hear the traffic sounds of the city. I could see the street lights barely illuminating the room, enough for me to see the perfect silhouette that laid on top of me.
I could hear him groan in my ear, I could see those beautiful dark eyes that couldn’t leave mine for just a second.
And I could feel.
Feel how slowly he took me to that paradise, to that quiet place. The sanctuary we both built.


Road Trip

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: The title is self explanatory.

Word Count: 2,968

Warnings: Language, Light grinding, Light M/M 

A/N: This is my thank you to the +500 little cupcakes who clicked the follow button. This is a domestic polyamory fic. I love you guys so much! Also I’m going to be 25 tomorrow so I might get really drunk tonight. 

Originally posted by amor-delirium

You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.

“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s content.  

“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but giggle.

After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the driveway.

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#Choicescreates 8! “Friendship”

“Come on guys! Just one pic for the gram!”

“urrgh fine,” 

“let’s all stick our tongues out, 3…2…1…” *flash* 

“Hey! you didn’t tell us you’d smile”

“the zackster striked again!” 

I’m super excited about book 4, and I’m super proud of this too honestly! it’s been a while since I’ve been that excited!! aah my heart! 😊 Zack is a tricker, I worked around the little dialogue I wrote above, I had a hard time coming up with something but I’m happy about this! 

Also can I say that I am in love with their tank tops? Aaah I ruined myself! 

sorry for the coachella vibe hahahaah I couldn’t help myself! 

The new book cover inspired me a lot ! They were all present on the cover and they all looked ridiculously gorgeous! 

There you go guys! I hope you like it! @hollyashton and @firefly-hwufanficwriter ! that’s my entry for this week’s prompt! 😊

It took me 3 days but man I never enjoyed working on a piece so much ! 

I love how diversed they all are, playing with their colour palette was very fun!

What is sleep? Also I wanted to add a snap effect but gave up at the end haha

That’s it for me! Feedbacks are more than welcome

 Zack, Zig, Chris and James belongs to @playchoices

the artwork belongs to me :)