i had to make it black and white because it was too big dammit

Enough (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Baekhyun

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,667

Summary: You and Baekhyun have been married for two years. Somewhere during that time, things started to go wrong. Now you’re trying to leave. But can you?

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 81/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: sexual tension, extreme fluff

Word Count: 3,416

Dedication: @jistery for making hella awesome CYMFH moodboards

Tags: @halpdevon, @exadorlion, @lukassgoggles, @closestfriendivegot, @schokoobananaa, @justsmilingandnodding, @lapiamedots, @semoka, @kyller-biis, @alwayshesitantwiththepresident, @sarcastic-swl-dragon, @saturn-sails, @tallish-hobbit, @angelica-eliza-layafette, @gunsandshipsandpeggy, @thatdewdlesperson, @lafbagxette, @hamilton-trash-1, @cutebridge, @evil-weasel, @bad-l-ands, @thedisneyderp, @rose-is-in-the-void, @queen-bohemian-rhapsody, @genericusernameblahblahblah, @trash-sicle, @ichbindeindod, @dvddggs, @dreamingpastelcolors, @atomicprinceling, @aheadfullofglassbees, @jefffersons, @anitheunicorn, @creativescapist, @fruityfrootloops, @anonymouscrazyfangirl, @frannro, @nicnchill, @peachygroff, @fangirl6202, @thesebattlescarsarebeautiful, @lalalapin, @omlwhatamidoing, @wow-another-blog, @ordinaryornate, @spookytheoristpuppy, @nobeatnomelody, @hell-yes-puns-and-ships, @cheerioscheerios, @bellatrixmld, @spoiledbuni, @dammit-i-suck-at-this, @tinypathetichumanbrain, @ilove2badoable, @hoshizornyaa, @accidentally-impeccable, @coconuthoodie, @alexander-did-you-know, @theworldsasorrystate, @willoweve2011, @rainconfettis, @xaandiir, @woahtherebuddyfriend, @panda-powers, @ahyesfandoms, @yesthefightingfrenchbitch, @artandshitposts, @literallyhamiltrash, @gum-and-chips, @seiteixnalaicos, @aleciamagic, @lavender-random, @magicalpinkdolphin, @crustypantsu, @i-fandom-queen-stuff, @aham-threw-his-shot-away, @cennedixx, @skythornhollycat, @milolove1, @suspicious-protagonist, @rin-chu, @nefarism, @braabraaimloreo, @kilaco77, @ineloquent-scholar, @tryingandfailing, @fuvkinglou, @technoxslayer360, @just-me-an-asshole , @absolutemusicaltrash, @lawnmowerswig, @smolchinerd, @a-dott-ham, @bellatrixmld, @yourapplepiebetterbeworthit, @karmana-stevens-569, @bad-unicorn-of-hell, @fictionmeister, @new-poets, @shalanos, @celestialqueerfeminist, @crazyfangirl19, @patchesthed00t, @beycutebabe, @datbloodyunicorn, @crushingonhamilton, @awkward-turtles-awkward-cousin

A/N: more fluffy fluffy fluff.

Alexander sat on top of the stairway leading down to the gazebo, his eyes taking in everything.

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(captain boomerang ) - ( his babydoll )


You’re a Behavioral Sciences Major who’s writing a thesis on the urge to steal ( Kleptomania ) and what drives thieves to do the things they do.. You’re granted access to the Solitary cell of Captain Boomerang…, who you’ve chosen (because he reminds you of a boy you loved from your native Australia, which he happens to be!!!), and you’re left alone with him.. He’s been locked away for a little over 3 months with no female contact.. flirting and smut happen.


Reader x Captain Boomerang


Mature obviously

Word Count:



Okay, look.. I’m obsessed with Captain Boomerang now, dammit. So I’m writing porn for him. I know 99.99 of my writings are about wrasslin but my thirst level is so god damn high for Boomerang and I have all these different HCS about sex with him swirling around in my brain.. Anyway, I know this scenario is highly unlikely, but… For smutty purposes, he pulled off prison sex.

@roleplayeroftheyear You made me do this bby!!! and ILYSM for it.

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Title: Protection
Fandom: Servamp
Characters: Kuro, Mahiru
Summary: Mahiru is afraid of thunder storms, but no longer alone with his servamp’s company.
Notes: I’ve always had the headcanon that Mahiru is afraid of storms due to the accident he went through as a kid, but has always been alone due to his uncle’s work absence.

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“Fair Play” (M)


Member: Chanyeol from EXO 

Genre: Smut (M)

Request: “ I want to request a Chanyeol smut! 😝 he’s being flirty and dirty mouth, you and him were playing pool, he teased you that he can ‘do’ you as hard and rough as his pool shot and if he wins, he’ll really going to do that. He 'does’ you on the billiard table. Please make it rough (you are good at making smut tho hahaha) thxxx”

A/N: Thank you for requesting and i hope you’ll like it!  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ dammit now i feel like starting a Chanyeol CEO series…….

“Don’t worry, I know what to do Suho.”

“Ok so just remember that I only need to prove to Mr. Meyers that I do indeed have a date and then you’re free to ravish the bar to your full content”

“I SAID I KNOW WHAT TO DO SUHO” you laughed in his face, clearly seeing how nervous he was to make this deal happen.  You have been working for Suho for the past half year and if there was one thing you’ve learnt from working for a big successful CEO was, ‘don’t fuck it up’. Everyone in this world was so serious, that is before they actually reached the bar.

Suho had no time to focus on dating and in this world it was a must to have some nice arm candy by your side. So in those situations, you came into the rescue. You had fun accompanying Suho through these big galas because;

A.      Free drinks

B.      You gained recognition from other big CEOs in case things went downhill with Suho.

C.      Nice dresses weren’t so bad to wear….

D.      And the bartenders were often cute so…..you get the idea.

Tonight was a big night for Suho. He was about to close one of the biggest deals the company had in awhile, one he worked on for months now. And to say the least, he went all out. This morning you woke up with a big white box wrapped in a pretty little red bow, just near your bed. The custom made gown was probably more expensive than your entire apartment together. Needless to say she even looked better once it was on you. The red complemented your eyes and accentuated your curves just the way it needed to.

“Thank you again Y/N. For doing all of this for me” Suho offered you his hand, along with a smile.

”What are you talking about? I’m only here for the bartender” You managed to let out a laugh from Suho, yours coming out with his.

“Sure you are” he gave you a sarcastic look. Helping you out of the limo, only a minute after and you were already at the entrance of the amazing Meyers mansion.

“ABOUT TIME” Chanyeol and Kyungsoo ran at the sight of you. Both worked with Suho on this deal, both were also dateless. You’ve seen Chanyeol around the office many times but never actually had much contact with him other than ‘would you like some coffee?’. You had to admit both of the boys looked extremely polished tonight. Chanyeol recently dyed his hair a bright red, God knows why…but it did look better than you’ve ever imagined it could.  Kyungsoo had a slick black suit on, just right for his broad shoulders and built figure. Chanyeol had on what you could have sworn was the same exact suit, because when do men suits actually look different.

“You look rather ok cleaned up” Chanyeol made his remark for the night as you hit him across the shoulder, earning an obnoxious laugh from his devious smile.

All eyes were on you and Suho now. Almost instantly, you spotted Mr. Meyers and dragged Suho along with you so you could indeed confirm Suho wasn’t a lone wolf tonight and possibly free yourself from his grasp for the night.

“Suho, I see you’ve brought quite a beautiful young lady here tonight.” Mr. Meyers had his famous 3rd glass of champagne in his left hand while he greeted you two and shook Suho’s hand.

“This is Y/N. She works for me. We’re quite the team indeed” Suho smiled brightly at Mr. Meyers and tightened his grip on your hand.

“Well as much as I’d like to stay and chat with your beautiful assistant-“

“Date” Suho interrupted Mr. Meyers before he could make a rude remark.

“Date. I do believe we have some things to discuss.” Mr. Meyers offered to lead Suho into his office, Suho gladly taking the offer and mouthing a thank you at your direction.

Ok, Suho got his wish which now means you are free to do just as you wish-

“Would you like to dance Y/N?” A tower long Chanyeol stood behind you, taking you by surprise. He was all smiles and hope that you’d say yes.

“How convenient of you to ask just when the song has changed to a slow one.” You shook your head at his display of pearly teeth.

“I do have my ways” He playfully winked, offering you his hand which led to you taking it because why not dance with a tomato looking CEO.

The song that had suddenly switched was, Slow, soulful and really beautiful to listen to. Obviously Chanyeol thought the same because the smile on his face never disappeared. Your arms naturally wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer as his own hands made their way to your hips, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the beautiful piece.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispered into your ear, his lips caressing your ear.

“Thanks tomato man.”

“You don’t like it?” He let out a laugh, facing your face that was fighting a giggle too.

“No…It looks good but somehow teasing you sounds better than complimenting you.”

“Ahhh you’re a rough kind of girl aren’t you?” Chanyeol scoffed.

“Don’t even start.” You shot him a death glare.

“WHAT?” He burst out in laughter.

“One more sexual reference and I’m out” your fingers pointed at the exit.

“Fine, fine no sexual references…for now” He laughed again, earning a head shake and a scoff from you.

Another song came on, this time slower and more romantic, building an atmosphere along with it. You quickly glanced over to see Kyungsoo dancing with what seemed to be the assistant from the 3rd floor. ‘Damn, well done Kyungsoo’  you thought to yourself.

“Hey I have a suggestion.” Chanyeol suddenly interrupted your thought process.

“Go on” your eyes met again, faces inches away from each other.

“How about next event you come with….wait for it….ME!” He smirked at you.

“And why would I do that?” you scoffed.

“Because-“ his face suddenly was closer to yours, lips almost touching yours as he moved slowly closer and closer. Before you could realize what was happening, your eyes closed themselves as his flattered close along with.

“And to hype up the party a little, how about this next track!” The DJ yelled, changing the song selection to a more upbeat one. With cue, Chanyeol pulled away instantly, his gaze set on anything but your eyes. Nothing was left between the two of you aside from the awkward silence.

“Hey Y/N come on I have to tell you something amazing!” your co worker pulled you away from Chanyeol, leaving his gaze on the floor, smiling bitterly.

You could have sworn she wouldn’t shut up any time soon. Her story about the girl working on the 4th floor that just got engaged and how she met her fiancé was about the least interesting thing that has happened tonight. Your mind wasn’t even with her. Strangely it was thinking of Chanyeol.

‘He looks really cute in that suit and that smile shouldn’t make me feel things but it does. His hair looks really cute and for some reason I really wanna run my fingers through it but WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT YOU CHANYEOL GET OUT OF MY HEAD’. Your thoughts took over, leaving the woman’s story faded in the background.

“Oh I’m so sorry Y/N but I have to leave you alone for awhile. I heard that there was a cute bartender and I’m sure you’re curious too but- actually on another thought, you coming?” she winked at you.

“Ah no thank you, I’ll pass for tonight” you refused her offer, only wishing she would leave you alone. And she did, finally. And you were left alone. Suddenly you remembered that this mansion had a very big famous billiard room that you have yet to see. Making your way there, the door was already slightly open and the sound of pool balls being kicked around echoed through the room.

“Ah I thought I’d find you here” you leaned against the open door, smiling wickedly. Chanyeol turned around with a surprised expression right before it turned into that familiar smile. You made your way to the table and grabbed a cane.

“You play?” Chanyeol raised his eyebrow at you.

“Billiard isn’t the only thing I play” you smirked and sent him a sarcastic wink.

“Well would you look who’s making sexual references now” he chuckled.

“Thought I’d let you have a taste of your own medicine” you positioned your cane right in front of the perfectly triangle stacked pool balls on the table.

“You see…the thing is….it doesn’t bother me” a small smirk snuck on his face. “Tell you what. We play a match, if I win I get to go with you as my side kick at the next event. If you win, you get to do anything you want with me” he smiled.

“What’s….anything?” your eyebrow rose.

“A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G” he mouthed slowly.

“Great so making you go in the office one day dressed as a girl it is!”

“I did say anything….” He burst into laughter.

Without wasting any more time, Chanyeol made his first shot and from there on he was on a solid lead. Every shot you made, he beat. Suddenly you realized that you might not win that easily. Making another shot, you were now on the lead. Chanyeol looking bitter scrunched his nose and concentrated his mind back on the game.  His cane was positioned at the last 3 balls that were left on the table. One shot and he wins, two shots and you win. He shot you a quick smirk before hitting 2 of the balls at the same time, leading them to hit the 1 remaining ball.

Chuckling, Chanyeol threw his hands in the air, a smug smile written all over his face.

“I win” He made his way to your side.

“Hey there tomato man, don’t let this get into your head.” You shot him with a cute devious smile.  

“Oh come on you love my red hair” he smirked again, this time taking another step closer to you.

“Please…” you chuckled. “I love nothing about you. You’re obnoxious, filthy rich, childish and-“You were interrupted with the sudden touch of his lips on yours.

“Keep going” he hummed into the kiss. His lips caressed yours, slowly excitement took over Chanyeol and he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer by your waist. His tongue was asking for entrance against your now wet lips. Your lips took hold of his, letting him in and before you knew it he lifted you up on the pool table and his hand made its way to your thigh.

“Wait-“ you managed to get out as you pulled away, breathless.

“Is there a problem?” his breath was on your swollen lips.

“Do you really think that I’m gonna let you fuck me on a pool table?” you let out a little chuckle.

“Look, drop the act. We both wanna fuck each other and if I’m gonna have to stand here and stare at you for one more second in that dress then I’d probably explode.” His hand reached your cheek, his rough thumb caressing it.

You immediately attached your lips on his, falling into his rough approach. Your hands made their way to his chest, dropping his jacket on the floor and loosening his tie. He let go of your body for a minute and helped you strip himself. Undoing each button slowly to tease you, slowly he reveled his toned body and you could have sworn that his biceps were gonna tear that shirt apart. Where did he hide those?

He noticed you peeking a look at his body which made him smirk against the kiss. “Like what you see?” he asked. Instead of answering, you attached your wet lips onto his exposed neck, dropping his shirt completely while you worked on the hicky you had in mind. He moaned against your ear, dropping his head back. His deep voice gave you chills with every whimper he made. All the while his hands worked on getting your dress off, making stops along the way to feel your curves and chest under the red fabric.

Your hands grabbed his belt, quickly undoing it as his lips made contact with your chest, peeling the dress off of your body with every peck he left on your skin. He lifted you up with a quick movement to let your dress slip on the floor. Revealing your figure that was only wearing black lace panties, your breasts now exposed too.

Without hesitating, his hands pulled you closer to his body, leaving no space in between. He brought your lips into another heated kiss as your hands caressed his apparent bulge inside his black boxers.  You felt the cold metal of his expensive watch make contact with your thigh, his hands making their way to your wet spot. Moving the panties aside, his fingers ran through your folds, feeling how wet you were for him.  He couldn’t wait much longer with this game so his hands took action and ripped your panties in half. Immediately attaching his thumb on your clit, massaging it with pressure earned him a few more moans.

“Fuck me…..CEO Park” you whispered against his lips as his one hand squeezed your thigh in desperate. You had him wrapped around your finger, he wanted you more than anything right now.

A couple more circles around your bud and your arm pulled him onto your lips once again, begging him for more. His hands grabbed the band of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his long hungry erection. He pulled you closer to his hard on, caressing your heat. A deep breathless voice left moans at the length of your neck. Spreading your legs wider, Chanyeol grabbed your hips, guiding them as he slowly entered you. Moans made their way to his ears, leaving a hungry look in his eyes as he adjusted himself inside of you. Once he was deep in he began to thrust, first as slow as his hips could tease but increasing his rhythm once you started rocking your hips back and forth against his.  

His length ripped through you, leaving you breathless and your body on fire. His hands were all over your body along with his lips. Every thrust fed your need for him. His thrusts began to speed up as he felt your walls clench around him. Once he hit another one, stronger than all of the others, the ball of fire at the pit of your stomach came crushing down. A little after and Chanyeol came too with your name on his lips.

“I have to tell you something” he whispered with his head resting at the crook of your neck.

“Yes?” you brought his lips up to yours.

“I don’t play fair.” He pulled you into another kiss.

Charity Match - One Shot

In which the girlfriends play football against the boyfriends for another charity match.

Requested? Hella.

Originally posted by pastelvikk

Today was the day. It was warm, extremely sunny, which is typical for it being mid-July. Simon and I were running around our little flat, trying to grab all of our things and stuff them in our sports bags.

‘Let’s hope all my pre-match training will pay off.’ Simon said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and tossing it into his bag.

'Yeah,’ I said, folding a spare t-shirt neatly into my own bag.

'What do you mean, 'yeah’? You didn’t prepare anything!’ He chuckled.

'That’s the thing. I don’t have to. I’m just talented.’ I boasted at him with a smirk. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, and then Si’s soft lips pressed to my cheek.

'Yes, yes you are.’ He murmured in my ear, and then went to zip up is sports bag, leaving me smiling to myself. 'Ready?’ He asked.

I looked up at him, putting my bag strap on my shoulder. 'Yup,’ I said, fumbling around trying to find the keys to the flat.

'Off we go, then.’ He said, walking towards the front door with the keys to his Rover already in his hand.

'I love it when you wear sports clothes like this,’ Simon said. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on my thigh. I was wearing his Leeds FC jersey top, along with some skin-tight black leggings and all black Nikes. The top was white, so my black sports bra was slightly shining through. My hair was done up in a high ponytail so it would stay out of the way when we were playing football.

'Thanks,’ I giggled, keeping my eyes on the road. I could see a dimple forming in his cheek from the corner of my eye.

We were heading to yet another YouTube football charity match. Last time it was just the boys playing against some other guys from YouTube, which left all the girlfriends sitting on the side benches, complaining about how they should’ve been invited to play, too. This of course led to another charity match being held, except this time, it was the girlfriends against the boyfriends.

The girls I was closest to were Tara, Maddie, Asiah and Sarah. I was also good friends with Zoella though, and even she said she was coming, meaning we’d see the famous Zalfie on the pitch today. I’ve never seen Zoella play, so I hope she’s good.

Sometimes I tell Simon he brings out my competitive side. Simon was a striker in the last match, but because I’m so used to just playing with him, I was one of the two strikers on my team as well, the other one being Tara.

I met up with all the other girls outside the arena. We were here early, but there were already some fans waiting outside the entrance doors. Of course we couldn’t get away with it, so we stopped to take some pictures with them. Unfortunately, as more of them arrived, we had to tell them we had to go get ready in order to not get mobbed.

Inside the girls’ changing rooms, all of our kits were neatly hung on the wall. They were all a navy blue colour, and had our names on the back. The twist was that our boyfriends chose our names for us, and we got to choose their names. I quickly found mine, which had 'Si’s Baby’ printed on the back of it in big, white letters. I smiled and facepalmed at the nickname Si gave me.

'The name he gave me is so cringe,’ I said to no one in particular as I pulled the shirt over my head.

'I know. To be honest, I was really tempted to just call him 'Dickhead’. Sarah, Callux’s girlfriend, said, already fully dressed in her kit. We both burst out laughing.

'Dammit, we should have done that!’ I laughed.

'Next time, next time.’ She said, wiping the tears from laughing from her eyes.

'I really wanted to call him 'Poo’.’ Zoella made her way over to us. I smiled down at her; she was so small.

'What did you call him?’ Sarah and I asked in unison.

Zoe shrugged. 'Just Alf.’ And Sarah and I nodded at her.

'Wait, what did you call Cal?’ I asked her, already starting to laugh again. I knew she had something funny in store.

'Sarah’s shit.’ She said in a serious tone.

'Did you actually?’ Zoe joined in, laughing hysterically as well, squinting her eyes. Sarah nodded,  getting us all in fits of laughter again.

'What did you call Simon?’ Zoe asked.

'The Tall-ass French Fry.’ I told them and we all sank to the floor, our abs already aching from laughing too much.

'You guys know that the commentators are actually going to use those names when they say who’s in possession of the ball and everything, right?’ Tara, Josh’s girlfriend, asked us.

'No way,’ I said, widening my eyes in disbelief.

'So I’m going to be called Little Shmuggle for the next hour and a half?’ Zoe asked, pretending to be disappointed.

'I’m called Beard Girl, I don’t think it can get any worse.’ Tara giggled and then walked out of the changing rooms.

'I actually think being called just 'Sarah’ is a little worse. Shows Cal’s creative side.’ Sarah retorted and followed Tara outside.

'She’s Madd(ie) passes to Harry’s Girl Asiah as the girl’s team nears the goal. Asiah passes to Si’s Baby, who controls the ball.. and then SHOOTS AND SCORES. WHAT A MAGNIFICENT GOAL. THAT MAKES IT 5 TO 2 FOR THE GIRLS, WITH JUST 20 SECONDS LEFT OF EXTRA TIME. LOOK AT SI’S BABY CELEBRATING WITH HER FRIENDS, and here we have the Tall-Ass French Fry jogging towards her to congratulate her as well…’ You could hear the commentator scream into the microphone as I hit the ball to the back of the net, through Callux’s hands for the second time today.

Simon ran over and picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist, quickly connecting his lips to mine.

'Oi, quit supporting the other team, Simon!’ You could hear Harry yell from somewhere else on the pitch.

'Maybe you should try supporting your girlfriend’s team, too, Harry!’ Asiah yelled back at her boyfriend sarcastically. Simon broke the kiss in time for me to see Harry dramatically rolling his eyes, and then making a disgusted face when we made eye-contact.

Suddenly a loud alarm rang signifying the end of the match, meaning that the girl’s team won.

I just pulled my jersey over my head when I heard the door to the girl’s changing room open, resulting in many high-pitched screams.

'It’s fine, we’ve all seen our girlfriends naked before! Josh laughed as the boys walked in. I clutched my jersey in front of my chest, spinning around to see Simon walking over to me.

'Just wanted to say I’m proud of you,’ He said. He was still a little out of breath, his chest heaving up and down. He wrapped his arms around my waist, connecting our lips yet again.

All of us went back to the Sidemen house for an after-party, which basically consisted of us hanging around, watching a movie and ordering pizza. Simon and I were cuddled up together on the couch, finishing our last mouthfuls of the Hawaiian pizza we ordered.

Being pressed up close to his body combined with all of my limbs aching, I felt very sleepy. I was struggling to keep my eyes open.

'Tired? Simon whispered, lacing his fingers through my hair. I nodded.

'You’re so cute and I’m so proud of you,’ Simon chuckled, pulling me closer to him and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. His soft, messy blond hair tickled my jaw and chin.

'I’m proud of my Tall-Ass French Fry, too.’ I laughed, stroking his hair out of the way.

'Hmm, stop.’ He whined. He dropped one of his arms and let it hang over my body protectively, where is slowly slid down to my bum and left it there.

'Simon,’ I said in a warning tone, my eyes flashing open again. He just laughed, shutting his gorgeous blue eyes.

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 57/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: cussing

Word Count: 3,426

Dedication: @xaandiir for winning the contest!! Their work was amazing and I’m glad to be able to call them friend now!

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A/N: lil Angie sick day. Btw, I’m gonna try to get the links to work tonight.

It was one thing having a sick child. It was an entirely different thing to have a child that had to go through surgery and was in constant pain. The first one was simply waiting it out, the second was filled with constant worry and stress.

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Peter Pan Imagine Request/Sit Down and look Pretty.

Hey! Can you do a one-shot with Peter where he’s very protective over the reader, because he loves her, but doesn’t know how to show it. But the reader gets tired of it and decides to show him she can take of herself so she fights him and wins by pining him against a tree. And she kisses him but expects him to yell at her but he kisses her back? Sorry if it’s to complicated :)

Of course I can! Btw I love when you guys send me as much detail as possible, it makes it soooo much easier on me :)

Warnings:Cussing, bad ass reader, possessive Pan,Smut,Fluff.

You wake up, like every other morning you groan at how early it was, Peter was an early bird, and he expected all of his lost boy’s and very own lost girl to be up right with him.

You go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, “Ugh, well today is a bad hair day.” you say as you try to put your hair in a pony tail, your was very long, you hated it, you hated how it got in the way all the time, how it flew in your face, how it always got tangled up, the only thing that was good about your hair , was that you could whip your friends in the face with it.

After you brush your teeth and wash your face, you try to see what you want to wear.

“I could dress up, but what for? I don’t need to impress anyone.” so jeans, a green t - shirt, and black vans was your choice to wear.

You walk outside and see the boys already eating their breakfast, you sit down and join them. 

“Hey Y/n.” Peter says as he sits next to you.

Peter’s Point Of View

As I called her name, it was like world stop, how she turned around , her pony tail almost whips me in the face, but I wouldn’t have mind if it did, I loved her long hair, I loved the way it smelled, cinnamon and vanilla spices all wrapped in one, the way her her mouth grew into a smile, and her eyes were so small that when she smiled it was like her smile took over everything, you could barely see her tiny beady eyes, she was so beautiful, but she would never know, because I would never tell her.

Regular Point Of View

“Hi Peter!” you smiled gratefully.

“How’s your breakfast?” Peter smiled

“Perfect, as always.” You smiled

“Good, make sure to eat up love, we have a very big day ahead of us.”

“Got it!” you made a ok sign with your fingers as you stuff your face.

He chuckles and lets you enjoy your food.


“Ready boys?” Peter says

“YEAH!” they shout.

“Where are you guy’s going?” you ask

“Going to go fishing.”

“Why can’t I go?” you fold your arms.

“No offense love but I know you don’t like that stuff, its too violent.”

You laugh at that , “Are you serious? I may be a girl, but I don’t mind peeling the skin off a fish and cooking it.”

“Oh really?” Peter cocks a brow.

“Yes, now go on and lead me to the river dammit.” 

“Yes mam.” Peter smirks, he liked that you took charge, but he wasn’t going to let you near any fish, he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

All the boys start to fish and you’re left there with nothing, so you walk over to Peter.

“Hey, uhm Peter?” 

Peter doesn’t pay attention he is too focused on his fish he is about to capture.

“HEY!” you yell and scare the fish away.

“Dammit Y/n what?!” he shouts

“Where’s my fishing equipment?”

“You don’t get one.” he starts to walk away.

“Excuse me?” you say.

He just keeps walking.

You stand in front of him blacking his way with your arms folding and a tapping motion on your foot.

“Yes love?” Peter says as if nothings wrong.

“Why do you do this?” you ask

“Do what?” He smiles

“You treat me like, like, like-”

“A girl? Because you ARE a girl Y/n, come watch me fish and sit there and look pretty okay?”

“No thank you, I’m more capable of doing other things than sitting down and looking pretty.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.” You could he was getting mad but you didn’t care.

“And I’m telling you that I’m going to fish.” you look for a fishing rod and find a good lace to fish.

“Where are you going?” He asks

“Going to fish!” as you said that one of the boys had left their fishing rod on the floor

“If you so ever pick that rod up Y/n” Peter said in a very serious voice.

You look at him and pick it up.

“That’s it, the cages.”


You hated him, you hated him so much, you hated how he was so protective, he would never let you do anything, you wen’t even aloud to cook because he was afraid you’d burn yourself or something, you weren’t aloud to hunt because he said the weapons were too sharp, he wouldn’t let you gather wood because you could get a splinter , the list went on and on, he was psycho.

As you try to get comfortable in the cage you heard foot steps, you knew it was Peter.

“Well well well.” he says as he folds his arms nodding his head side to side.

You just give him a death stare.

“You must learn love, this is my island,therefore, whatever I say, goes, and if you disobey that, there will be punishments, as you have learned today.”

“You’re a psycho you know that?” you told him

“I do know that I am king of this island, and if you want to stay on this island you take that back.”

“Make me.” you stare at him in the face.

With that he takes you of the cage and pushes you against a wall.

(GASP) you make as this all happens so fast.

He puts his hand around your neck, and closes the gap between you too.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, nor you have no idea what I am capable of. You better  keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” as he winks he lets go of your neck and leaves you there, chocking, breathless, and feeling so vulnerable

You walk to your cabin, not knowing how to feel, was that suppose to scare you or arouse you? because you honestly felt both..

You haven’t felt a boy’s touch in so long that way, Peter as inches away from your face, you wanted to kiss him, and punch him all at once.


You wake up extra early to shower, last night was all too much , you didn’t have time to shower, so you did this morning, feeling refreshed you get dressed.

A flowy floral crop top, jeans, and white vans, with your hair in this pretty fish braid, were you trying to impress someone? Peter maybe? No yo shook your head, you tried to believe you were doing it for yourself, you knew in the back of your mind that was a lie.

You walk out and you see Peter, play fighting with a sword, a very sharp sword.

With that you ate your breakfast with the younger lost boys trying to pay attention to their interesting stories, but they weren’t that interesting and you were honestly interested in Peter.

“Come on boys, let’s play!” Peter shouts.

Today you were fighting with weapons, and you were very excited.

Lost boy after lost boy they tried to beat Peter, but he always won, it came down to one more lost boy then there were no more, and you were excited to next.

AGH!” the lost boy shouted as he fell to the ground.

“Haha I won yet again! Ahh the cleverness of me.” Peter shouts

“You’re forgetting someone.” you say holding your sword in your hand

“And what do you think you’re doing love?” Peter ask

“I’m next, so get ready.” as your put your sword up, signaling you were ready for battle.

“No. hell no, there is no way you’re fighting.”

“What are you scared of Loosing to a girl?” you said making fun of him.

The boys even laughed but when Peter looked at them they stopped.

“Put, the sword, down.” he said as he stared in your eyes.

“Stop telling me what to do!” as you run towards him, Peter puts up his sword and you two are actually fighting, fair and square.

The boys cheer you and Peter on, making you smile and laugh, you feel so good actually doing something, you were always the rough type, Peter just never let you do anything so he never saw this side of you.

Peter’s Point Of View:

The bloody hell was I doing? Was I really fighting her, why was she so strong? Why could she actually block me? Why was she enjoying this so much, every time she swung she would smile, every time she wold block me she would laugh, she was beautiful, even when she was fighting, at this point I was just too fascinated with her that I forgot where I was , she took that opportunity to attack.

Regular Point Of View: 

Peter’s mind must’ve been somewhere Else so I rook the chance and pinned him against the tree, I smile ever so cleverly.

Heavy breathing , sweating, eyes interlocked, there was complete silence.

“Well, get along with it, finish me.” Peter tells you.

Oh you’ll finish it alright, all of a sudden you look at his lips, they look so plump, so red, so delicious, you had to, you had to kiss him, so with that, you did.

You grab him by the collar and kiss him, the boys mouths drop and are in shocked.

“What the?”



“Is this suppose to happen?”

You hear the comments from the lost boys and as you were about to pull away Peter pulls you back in and kisses you back, your eyes open in shocked but quickly shut as you both melt into the kiss.

After you both need air you break up the kiss, you both quickly blush and smile, he rubs your face with his soft fingers.

“Peter..” you say blushing even more.

“Yes love?” Peter says.

“I still beat you.”

Peter grabs you hair and pulls it softly as he kisses you once more then whispers “Just wait for round two.”

Russian Roulette - Chapter 1

→ Reader x Sehun

→ After a fateful meeting with a very shady, dark, young man bearing the name Tao, you’re sent out on a fatal mission: wooing Tao’s good friend and assistant Sehun, into leaving his fiancee. 

→ Warnings: Smut in later chapters.

Word count: 1,9K

I lay awake in my bed, staring up at the surface of my ceiling. My soft, comfortable bed that has been there for me from all those terrible, stressful years of High School up until now. The only difference being; my bed used to be able to comfort me. My mind is in clusters, deep exhausting clusters. How- Why- Who- 

But it was all pointless. I had no clue. All I knew was that I had an appointment with Oh Sehun, personal assistant to the CEO of Huang Co, a incredibly big company in the country. 

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Doctor Yoongi

Originally posted by bwiseoks

suga x reader ; smut ; by admin shooga

word count :: 1719

Opening your agenda, you saw printed in bold black letters, DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT. “Dammit”, you thought as you grabbed your belongings. You didn’t hate going to the doctors but you weren’t a big fan of going to the doctors either. Well what’s the point of going in for check ups when you hardly get sick anyways? You sighed as you get into the car and drove to your local doctor’s office. When arriving, you entered the empty looking building. There was hardly any people there, maybe just one or two people in the waiting room and like three employees in their desk area. You walked up to one of the desks.

“Hi, I’m here for the 2:30 appointment.”

“Ah, okay, please fill out this information sheet.”

“Thank you.”

You took the handed clip board with the paperwork. You sighed as you went to sit down in an empty seat away from everyone and began filling out the information. Once you were done you went back to the front desk and handed back the person the filled out information.

“Thank you, please wait!”

You nodded at the response and went back to the same seat. It was only a few minutes before the nurse came out and called your name.

You looked and saw the nurse. You followed the nurse and finished the basic check ups. She told you to wait in the room for the doctor. You were supposedly meeting with Doctor Min today. “He must be new…” you thought. In fact he was a new doctor. There was a conversation outside the door. They were trying to whisper and keep their calm but that wasn’t working out.

“Have you seen the new doctor?”

“The one with black hair, right?”

“Yessss! He is so fine, I wonder how long it took for him to finish medical school, he looks young…”

“I wonder if he’s taken, I’d sure like it if he’d take me on a date, I’m so tired of those guys on the dating website.”

“Girl I know right… Oh shit he’s coming.”

The two people left at the sound of loud footsteps hitting hard against the tile floor. There was a loud knock against the door that sent cold chills up your spine. The door opened to reveal a young man, semi tall, black hair, with creamy white skin in a white Doctor lab coat. His facial expression was serious. He walked in and stood in front of the door. You were right, he was new.
“I’m Dr. Min Yoongi, but call me Dr. Yoongi. You must be Y/N, Y/LN. (Your First Name, Your Last name)”

His voice was deep, and all you could do was nod in response. He moved to the side counter and set down his clipboard, not once did your eyes leave him. He scribbled things down and looked through the small pile of paper filled with information about you. While watching him, you found yourself biting onto your bottom lip. You quickly rid yourself of the lip bite and all the impurity thoughts. He finally looked up from the papers and looked at you.

“Alright, I’m gonna check a couple of things.”

He reached for the stethoscope that was around his neck and put it on. He came towards you and said “Please sit up straight. I want you to take deep breaths. I’ll tell you when to inhale and exhale, sounds good?”

You nodded once again and sat up straight up as instructed. Every step he took in towards you, your heart was beating faster and harder. Knowing that your heart was beating hard, a thought processed in your mind, “fuck.” He grabbed the tunable diagram, and laid his left hand upon your back to keep you steady. “Fuck”, you thought again as he touched your back. His hands were cold, cold enough for you to feel it through two layers of clothing. To keep you from do anything stupid, you bit onto your bottom lip, hard.


You did as he told and inhaled deeply.


You released all the air from your body. He repeated this a couple more times at different places. When finishing everything, he wrote down some more information. He stood back near the side counter and filled out more information.

“It seems like you have frequent neck/shoulder pains.”

“Yeah. It would occur a lot out of nowhere.”

“Are you on any medications?”


“Have you thought of any therapy for it.”

“Not really..”

“Mm, you should get therapy, I recommend it.”

“Oh, um, do you have any specific place?”

“My hou-, I mean any professional place is fine.”

You bit your lips down even harder than before and looked on the ground to avoid any awkward eye contact, “did he just?….” You shook your head not trying to get the naughty thoughts get a hold of you.

“If you want, I can prescribe you onto something.”

You looked up immediately. “Uh, sure.”

“Alright, I’m going to prescribe you to Suga.”

“… Sugar??…”

“No, not sugar, this suga is different, s-u-g-a.”

“What is that?”

You watched as he set down all the materials and looked up at you and smirked. His nice facial feature and complexion did not add up with his devious smirk. It was hot and you were getting really turned on.

“I can demonstrate if you would like…”


He walked towards you, making sure to capture your eyes with his own. He slightly licked his bottom lip, eyes filled with dark lust. You weren’t exactly sure what he was planning to do but you wanted him to do it. You thirst for his touch because you too, had lust filled eyes. He leaned to the right side and whispered in your ear, “You’ll get to see how suga works.” His voice was deep and low, it vibrated down your spine and right back up. The chills appeared again. He leaned and placed his lips onto your neck. The warm sensations appeared and you couldn’t help but close yours eyes. Wondering if he should continue or not, he stood still in the same position. He knew you wanted more but he didn’t want to continue without your permission. You suddenly opened your eyes when you realized his lips were off your body. You wanted more, much more, so you wrapped your arms around his shoulder give him the okay.

He went back to your neck. His lips once again on your shoulder, giving small quick kisses while moving downwards. Upon reaching your shoulder wells, he applied more pressure with his lips. Not only did it relieve some pressure it also gave you pleasure. You arched your back a little, pushing forward to him. He leaned down pushing you down onto the check up bed. His lips not once left your body while his bottom half was grinding against yours.

You tugged your shirt and with his help, you took off your shirt as well as your bra. His kisses began to travel down to your breasts. His hands were on each hip and each kiss left a hot, burning scar. Even though you don’t know who this man is, you felt the deep, warm passion that was presented in his movements. He stood up and got off of you. You quickly sat up from the bed and eyed him as he unbuttoned his pants. You quickly got off the bed and stood in front of him, your hand over his, stopping him. He looked at you confused but you only replied with smile as you unbuttoned his pants for him. As the pants fell to his ankles, you grab a hold of hard, throbbing member from within undergarment.

You pumped his member slowly up and down. Your hands were cold, it was a weird feeling but he enjoyed it. His face was serious but a small smirk appeared. You leaned in and put your mouth over the head. You slowly took in more of him while you looked up at him. His head leaned back in pleasure but it slowly came back down and looked into your eyes with his teeth biting down into his bottom lip. You began to increase speed. His hand held the back of your head and helped you increase and take in more of him. You occasionally made eye contact with him then look back to focus on your task.

He stopped you and helped you up back on the bed. “I don’t have much time left, so let’s hurry this up shall we?” He took out a condom from his back pocket and bit onto the corner and pulled it open. He rolled it over his member while you quickly took off your pants and panties. He stepped in front of you and positioned himself before slipping it in. You moaned as you watch him. He put his index finger over your lips indicating that you should be quiet and proceeded to slip deeper into you. You arched your back and leaned your head back, gritting your teeth. Soft moans came out of your mouth. Although he increased his speed, his movements weren’t sloppy. He hit just the right spots making you feel an immense amount of pleasure which caused you to moan really loudly. But before the moan could come out, his lips were on top of yours, kissing you to prevent you from causing attention to the room. You came and tighten your walls.“Fuck, so tight.” He grunted as he rode your high until a reached his own. When he came into the condom, he slipped out of you and slipped out of the condom. He cleaned the area with paper towels and wrapped the used condom in it and threw it in the trash. He helped you slip back into your clothes because you could barely move and was panting roughly. After he finished, he went to the sink that was located in the room near the counters and washed his hands, looking back at you he asked, “You sure you gonna be okay?”

You nodded your head and he grabbed his clipboard and headed to the door. While turning the handle slowly he looked back and said, “well, Miss Y/LN, I’ll be expecting you next week.” He winked and smirked then walked out the door.

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25. "My nightmares are usually about losing you." Sasunaru of course! Bring on that angst!

“Wow. You look like shit,” Naruto blurted out.

This was his first time seeing Sasuke in over a month. Sasuke’s face was a near perfect white, hair matted to his forehead with sweat. His lips were pale and chapped. He was sitting at their table with a completely full glass of water next to him. The ice in it had nearly melted.

Sasuke stared back at him with his mouth ajar, any trace of shock on his face only lingering for seconds until he launched into ire.

“Coming from you? Really?

Sasuke gestured at Naruto, his voice a little raspy from his sickness.

Naruto sat before him in a wheelchair. He had an impressive black eye, one broken leg, a fractured collarbone, and a few broken ribs. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his hospital clothes yet.

This was the first time Sasuke had seen him since that mission that went dangerously awry. It was no big deal, Naruto assessed. He was a fast healer, and no permanent damage had been done. In only about a month, he’d be right back into the swing of things.

His friends had all visited him in the hospital over the week he’d been admitted. He’d had plenty of meals transported to him from Ichiraku’s. Sasuke was the only one who could not. Given the particularly nasty (and very contagious) sort of stomach flu he’d contracted, no one wanted him anywhere near a hospital.

“Naruto, could you explain something to me?” Sasuke asked slowly, his tone dangerous.

Suddenly getting smashed by a giant metal hammer wielded by a ten-meter tall behemoth last week seemed like child’s play. Naruto felt himself sweat. He nodded quietly.

“Do you recall, at the academy, when we were ten years old, and Iruka told us to at all times guard our back and spine?”

Naruto nodded.

“Then why the fuck did you allow yourself to get your ribs broken just a couple fingers’ width away from your spinal column?”

“I got him just where I wanted him to be! It was almost finished!” Naruto shot back defensively, immediately baited by Sasuke’s words. “How the hell was I supposed to…”

“You fucking idiot!” Sasuke shouted, abruptly standing up, the chair screeching out as it was propelled backward. “You could have been paralyzed! You could have died! Does that not get through your thick skull?!”

“Are you forgetting that I’m in ANBU? That we’re both in ANBU?” Naruto hissed and then winced as he felt a sharp pang by his ribcage. It was true that after this, their missions had become far more perilous. “It’s part of the job description!”

“You were reckless and impatient. What you did went against even the most basic training we’ve received since we were children. The job is dangerous enough without you fucking around!”

Sasuke’s knees buckled, the world spinning around him. He braced himself with his single hand, sloppily returning to his seat. He fought the instinct to vomit. He was too angry for this, but he felt so light-headed that he couldn’t even yell anymore. He glared at Naruto, making sure that his stare communicated just how displeased with Naruto he really was.

Sasuke was right, as much as Naruto hated to admit it. But he’d been so close to victory. And he had been victorious. He’d just sustained…a little bit more bodily damage than what might have perhaps been ideal.

“Sasuke…” Naruto sighed. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“Don’t change the topic,” Sasuke muttered, finding himself weak.

“You need to get some rest.”

Sasuke nodded.

“Don’t think you’re getting off the hook.”


The instant Sasuke’s head hit the pillow, he was out. Naruto wondered how long Sasuke had kept himself awake for Naruto’s return. Whatever Sasuke had caught was really a rough bug. Naruto could feel his heat from across the bed, the mattress giving as Sasuke tossed and turned. From time to time, Sasuke would grunt. Sasuke usually was so still and quiet when he slept.

The sharp pain in Naruto’s sides made any position painful. His leg, bound and in a cast, was awkward to move. He’d refused painkillers because he was tough, dammit, and he didn’t need an easy way out. Maybe that hadn’t been the best decision.

Suddenly, Sasuke shot bolt upright in bed with a loud gasp, holding his chest with his hand and panting hard, eyes wide open. The bounce in the mattress caused Naruto to wince, but in just seconds he was sitting up as well, despite the pain, his hand on Sasuke’s shoulder. Every muscle was tense.

Sasuke jerked his head to look over at Naruto, his body relaxing but Sasuke’s hand still on his chest. He freed his hand from his chest and ran it down Naruto’s marked cheek, as if he didn’t trust his eyes. Reassured, Sasuke collapsed backward, lying down again.

Naruto pet Sasuke’s sweat sheened forehead softly, pulling away Sasuke’s bangs as Sasuke’s breathing began to return to normal.

“Nightmare?” Naruto asked quietly.

“Mn…” Sasuke nodded

That day, when Sasuke was only eight years old… The day his family was massacred, and he came back to the mess to find the outlines of his parents’ corpses outlined in chalk…

“It’s okay, Sasuke,” Naruto mumbled, petting Sasuke’s forehead. It was wrinkled from his eyes being clamped shut. “It’s over.”

“What?” Sasuke mumbled, his voice already slurring despite how awake he had been just seconds ago.

“You’re safe now. You won’t ever have to endure that again.”

Sasuke still looked confused for a few seconds, his fever slowing his mind and dulling his inhibitions. Realization finally presented itself on Sasuke’s face.

“No. These days, my nightmares are usually about losing you.”

Before Naruto had a chance to respond, a soft and peaceful snore from Sasuke announced that he had fallen back into slumber.

Ganondorf Cat Cosplay tutorial Part 2!

With Fabrication done it was time to get painting and detailing done. Everyone has their own way of sealing foam up, Personally I use a spray paint black primer and do 2-3 layers.

Normally after that I use model paint acrylics but because of the details on the paint job I added a silver spray paint base. It was a good call because when I made a mistake with the acrylics not only could I fix it with a wet q tip, I could also use the q tip removal to do the actual detailing on smooth edges.

I would later glue tinted fabric to hide these edges

For the cracked chest I taped the underside with several layers of clear packing tape and then poured yellow resin on top carefully moving it around to fill the gaps. Once it dried I was able to peal the tape off from the underside creating the effect.

Most of the gold effects I actually used a gold flake pen for. You can find them near the spray paint in most stores. First time using one so I had to go back over with a little silver to fix the mistakes you see here. But the gold flake pen worked better than expected over the paint.

Next came the gold edging. I’m a big fan of using 3d puff paint (t shirt paint) for these. The bottles usually allow you to do lines fairly well and the paint remains malleable for a bit allowing you to go back over it (Next to it with careful force) with a small tongue depressor to smooth edges.

I still hate my paint job on the cracked breastplate. But the other turned out pretty well. Puff paint for edging and acrylics for the middle.

For the Gerudo fabric I took some white fabric scraps I had and sewed them together and turned them inside out to be long strips. Then I took some earl grey tea, and used the used the tea bag to stain each strip twice. Allowing them to dry in between staining. Tea coloring can’t be beat for that weathered look on fabric/parchment.

I went back to the puff paint for the designs after fabric gluing the strips into the design I needed. However I applied the puff paint with a paintbrush instead of pushing it out allowing for a flat design that still pops. You need to clean your brush immediately if you do this or you’ll really hafta scrub it to clean it later as puff paint likes to stick in the bristles. But its an effective application method.

Skip forward a bit applying the puff paint edging to ALL (Frickin heck) pieces I added small gems I bought and glued them on before taking the puff paint and dabbing small drops all around them for the flowered effect. (They sink as they dry). This shot was done before applying that to the front 2 gems.

Having tested out the fitting of the leather underneath it was time to glue both the leather and the fabric on to the shoulder piece. I used fabri-tac glue after roughing up the leather a bit for a better hold.

Also took this moment to finish the back detailing. Dammit almost none of you get to see this but I know its there!

The details of the cape was going to be too much to duplicate freehand for me… so I made a stencil… 

The circle was for reference.

I needed to secure the stencil more before using the gold spray paint. However I would go back later with black puff paint and sharpen all the edges of both sides of the spray job. Turned out better than I had hopped in the end, and saved a ton of time.

I would fade the edging of the puff paint better with another coat.

time to focus on the undershirts. A child’s sweatshirt turned into the top armor, I doubled over some fake fur and rolled the edge before sewing both on and then sewing the red thread that is present on the sleeves.

Velcro is your friend! The Armguards attach directly to the Gerudo cloth which was sewn unto the undershirt. Its a fast way to add them as the last piece of armor without needing to ‘attach’ anything around your cat’s (Pets) sensitive legs.

Both shirts done. The longsleeve goes on first with the sweatshirt on over.

The neck piece has a simple piece of elastic in the back. It was more comfortable for the cat than attaching it to the breastplate properly so this decision was made even if you can see fur on some pictures.

Next we did a test fitting to see the placement of the velcro for the chest piece…

and also the velcro placement for the shoulder piece to latch unto.

Once we had that all figured out and the velcro secure. I attached the cape to the leather under the shoulder as I had left a small piece near the collar not glued down.

Finally was sewing the eyebrows unto the wig. I pulled wool yarn apart and styled it around strings to make the rolled hair look. Each strip of hair attaching to a thin piece of foam. For the sideburns I rolled pulled yarn around with glue on the foam. Then I glued the loose fur on the backside and pulled it back in a flair. Afterwards I made a head harness with elastic and leather that glued on under everything securing solidly. 

There is a plastic jug side holding the painted foam in place with the edges sewn unto the base. the metal rods actually hold both sides and are secured via the head harness that was glued on. Each gem was sewn to the chain and then hand sewn to the wig after being attached to the large gem.

The eyebrows are connected via a small piece of thread for easier posing.

It slips right on over his chin and ears, you hafta fix the whiskers immediately but I gave his ears plenty of room so it wont irritate him.

And there you have it. A truncated 2 part tutorial of the process we went through to bring you all “Ga’nyan’dorf”

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 66/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 5,582

Dedication: @tryingandfailing for some headcanons for ange 🤣

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A/N: normalize breastfeeding. Ps, calm before the storm.

It was twelve in the afternoon and nearly everyone in the Jefferson household was fast asleep.

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The Fan Letter (Oswald x Reader) Part 01

Originally posted by upflyingwords

I actually wrote this months ago, thought I needed to finish the whole story first and now, however, decided to split it into parts … So, you recently moved to Gotham and are quite intrigued by all the articles about Oswald Cobblepot, the so-called ‘Penguin’ in the local papers. 

Warnings: my as usual rather bold language, apart from that none

Editor: @amandajuly81

Tagging: @penguinsweetest , @queencobblefreezestuff @red-panda-on-the-loose @oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction @umbrellas-and-tallymarks @ascoolasathestral

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Sketches and Coffee

Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Summary: Steve is an art student observing your dance rehearsals for his sketches. (Based on this prompt from otpprompts)
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
1,331 words

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE. You guys may know me (or not) from ao3 since I’ve already posted this one there BUT I WANTED A TUMBLR OKAY? So I’ll be slowly uploading my ao3 works into the blog and when I finish it hopefully I’ll take requests and write some more! <3 This is my first post, by the way. YAY. For those who didn’t read this one yet (and for those who will read again): ENJOY!

Steve entered the big white studio and sat down in his usual spot near the mirrors, dropping his bag to his side.

He was in his third year of his Arts degree and every Thursday and Friday he’d come to the dance rehearsals studio to see you.

See you? No! He meant sketch you. Them. The dancers. Not only you.

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Part 1 | Part 2

I got way more requests to make a part 2 than I expected. I love you all and I actually cried when I saw how many notes Part 1 got! Im???? So emotional??????? Anyway here’s part 2 I hope y'all enjoy:


Baz has been acting weird all morning.

I woke up to an empty bed which is normal, but what’s not so normal is that Baz was nowhere to be seen. I’ve slept over before and shared the same bed with him, but every time I wake up he’s there. Not always in bed, per say, but there. He would be walking around, getting dressed or brushing his teeth as he went about. But this morning he was nowhere.

I moved the plush comforter off of me and sat up to stretch. “Baz?” I called. No answer. I furrowed my eyebrows together. This was…odd, to say the least. Baz never not answered me before, despite his mansion of a house. His hearing was amazing; he could probably hear a pen drop in America from here. So why wasn’t he answering?

I stood up from the bed and made my way down the hall toward the stairs. Maybe he was in the kitchen making breakfast? He likes making breakfast when I spend the night. Once he even made me a whole batch of sour cherry scones, and that was when we were 14! Ever since then, I’ve been a little bit in love with him. And his scones, of course.


I entered the kitchen and it was dead silent. The scent of scones and bacon wafting through the air were but a memory in the back of my mind, a craving for food and time with Baz. I padded into the dining room, grand chandelier dangling above the centerpiece placed on the seemingly endless dining table. At the very end of that table sat Baz.

He was dressed in his usual weekend attire - black fitted v-neck and dark blue jeans. I’ve always loved seeing him in jeans. He looked so much more relaxed and comfortable compared to his stiff persona at school in uniform.

Seeing him sit there by himself reminds me of when I first saw Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. I was 11 years old in a taxi going down yet another unfamiliar road into a grand neighborhood with extremely large houses. It all seemed so surreal, but one house in particular caught my attention. The dark brick and mahogany wood house with grand stain-painted windows was a dark contrast from the surrounding lighter houses with their white woodwork and elegant window etchings. Amongst the great houses and well-trimmed lawns, I saw a boy. He was thin and dark with sleek black hair that was only a little longer than mine. He was standing in a window, eyes closed with a violin elegantly tucked between his chin and shoulder. I didn’t know why, but I was drawn to him. Instantly, I wanted more than anything to meet him and be his friend.

Maybe even his best friend.

Eventually I arrived to my designated home, which was conveniently yet painfully across the road from the boy’s. I got out of the taxi and stared up at the house, its elegance and grandeur sending out a message saying that it was untouchable and unapproachable. I took a sharp inhale when I looked back through the window where the boy was playing and saw no one there. I thought I had imagined him, or that maybe a ghost lived there. I got chills thinking about it and a heavy feeling of disappointment in my chest.

A couple hours after, I had finally made my bed and stuffed my suit case into the too big wardrobe. The amount of space made my clothes look so small and sad compared to the amount of space I had, my 2 shirts and 1 pair of jeans hanging lamely on the rail. As soon as I had closed the wardrobe shut, the doorbell rang. I answered the door expecting the taxi driver bringing back something forgotten - even though I had nothing to be left behind. Instead stood the boy accompanied by a tall, sharp woman who looked nothing like him. I wondered if she was even related to him, that maybe he was another foster kid that was coming to live in the same house as me.

The woman smiled politely, introduced herself, and asked for my foster parents, and I told her they were out getting groceries. The boy was intensely staring at me with dark grey eyes, a fragile looking dish balancing in his hands. I could feel his gaze like it was fire - warm and intense. I could feel myself blush when I locked eyes with him, his gaze never wavering as the woman took the dish out of his hands and let herself in. I stuck out my hand because how else was I supposed to know his name? The woman did nothing but bring him along. He took my hand and gave it a firm squeeze, so I squeezed back.

“Hi. My name is Simon. Simon Snow,” I said and gave him the same smile I had used at every adoption interview I’d been through. He smiled back at me and it was like looking at the night sky with no light pollution, stars shining through the pitch blackness of the murky void beyond them. “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch,” he said. My head spun at that. I had heard some interesting names while in foster care, going home to home with too many kids per bed and not enough food, but never had I heard such a posh name like that.

I giggled and let go of his hand, despite every fiber of my being protesting. “That’s too much for me to say - or remember. How ‘bout I just call you Baz?” He blushed a beautiful color, turning his cheeks a darker brown with a dust of pink on his cheekbones, and looked down at his shoes. He nodded and looked back up in time for the woman to appear once more. “Well we’ll be on our way then. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. er-”

“Simon Snow.”

“Mr. Snow. Just know if you need anything, anything at all, we are right across the street. Come along, Basilton.”

She took Baz’s hand in hers and lead him away. A pang of disappointment shot through me as he walked away with her. We stared into each others eyes until Baz turned his head toward where he was walking. I continued to stare until they were back in their house.

Now here we are, 6 years later in that dark old house across the street. More foster kids moved in after me but never too many, but when it all got to be too much I came here. Baz would play his violin until I fell asleep or read me a book by the fireplace. He always knew what to do and what to say, how to push my buttons and care for me. He was the best friend anyone could ever have, and I got ridiculously lucky.

“Baz?” I whisper. He doesn’t move, only stares out the window behind him. He clearly heard me whisper his name, how couldn’t he? I was only a few feet away and don’t know how to whisper properly (Baz always did say I could never be quiet, even when I tried). Dry leaves dance in the wind outside, and I think about making a leaf pile later to play in; maybe drag Baz along if he would just pay attention to me. “Baz,” I say, louder. Firmer. No question. I see his ears twitch, clearly hearing me. He still says nothing. Does nothing. I’m starting to feel irritated.

“Baz, what the hell is going on? Why won’t you speak to me!”


He’s yelling now. Good. He should hate me for the way I feel, for the way I’ve tricked myself into thinking we were something more. What kind of friend does that? What kind of person tricks their best friend into doing romantic things with them without telling them their true feelings?

I’m a monster. There’s no point in hiding it or denying it. Merlin, I should let this go. Let him go. He’d be so much more happier with a girl, living the white picket fence life with 2.5 kids and a dog. Why can’t he see that? Why can’t he just leave me to wallow in my self-loathing and hatred.

He deserves the whole universe, but I can only give him the void that holds the stars. I can only give him me.

He’s still yelling…


“Answer me, dammit!”

I can feel my eyes start to sting with tears. I haven’t cried in years, not really, ever since my mother died when I was 5 and my father abandoned me at a video store two towns from home 9 years ago. Tears roll down my cheeks and the salty taste invades my mouth. I breathe heavily and try my best not to sob.

It doesn’t work.


Oh christ I think he’s crying ohfuckohfuckohfuck what I do what do I do


He’s there in an instant, warm arms wrapping around my shaking form. “Shh,” he coos. “It’s alright. I’m right here, see? I’m here.” I sob once more and cling to him, his cedar and bergamot shampoo rolling off of him in a comforting, familiar way. I bury my face into his chest, tears and snot getting all over his pristine shirt.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” I look up at him, dumbfounded. Why is he the one apologizing? I’m the one who just started to break down in the middle of his dining room because he wouldn’t answer. Honestly, I must look like loon right now.

I back off a little and shake my head, but don’t let go. I don’t think I can ever let go.

“Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who just broke down for no reason.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at me. “Yeah but I ignored you. What kind of best friend does that?” I shrug and sniffle a little, “A git of a best friend.” I offer him a small smile to break the tension.

He smiles back, just a little, and then lets go. He reaches for a napkin off of the table, disrupting the elegant table set, and hands it to me. “Here,” he says. I take it and wipe my face. When I’m done, I look up at him, grateful for him to be in my life. Where would I be without him? In another home, probably. He was the only thing keeping me here, keeping me out of fights and trouble.

I’m about to tell him this when his smile disappears and a sad frown replaces it. He’s gone as soon as he came, and he’s out of reach entirely. He’s back where he was, picking up the chair I hadn’t even noticed he knocked down.

“Simon,” he says, cold and cutting. He never calls me Simon, not really. It’s always been “Snow,” sometimes “Si” when we would get drunk on his father’s whiskey. It feels odd and bittersweet to hear him say my name, like he was hugging me sweetly while stabbing me in the side with a sharp knife.

Chills run down my spine. He looks at me and I know he’s going to say what’s on his mind, what his thoughts are telling him. I know it from when I would hold him at 3 in the morning with him crying on my shoulder and muttering how he would never be good enough. I hate that look and always will. I brace myself and stare at him steadily, ready for whatever he is about to say and ready to help him however I can.

“Simon,” he says again, eyes like a wilting fire on the verge of burning out. “I’m sorry, but…I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”

A sharp, cold pain runs through me. Did he just say what I think he said?


Thank you for reading!! There WILL be a part 3, so do not fret. Sorry this took so long to make, but hopefully I can get part 3 done within the next week or 2. Anyway, thank you all! I would’ve never thought this would’ve gotten so much feedback and support as it did. I love you all and can’t wait for you to read part 3!!

Edit: since tumblr is being weird, here is part one, just take off the +


Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 63/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: mentions of anxiety, cussing

Word Count: 3,576

Dedication: @fictionmeister for having hella cute fanart!

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A/N: we’re getting closer!! 

The nursery was almost prepared for Mary’s arrival. Everything that was essential was set up. Her bed was made, the walls were painted, and all of the furniture was where it needed to be. Everything was perfect for the most part.

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