i have a round two coming up

New flat acquired. With a GARDEN! A shared garden, but its big, and it has a 6-10ft high wall, and the only way into it is through the back door of the flats, so no danger of anyone coming in and her escaping when we’re out there.

And it’s only 8 minutes cycle to work, 10 minutes from at least two yards. We are going to be limited to walking round residential areas, but I have half a plan to pack Mango into the car and take her to the yard every evening (for this horse I don’t yet have… shhhh) and walk her from there. And the street isn’t a through road, so nothing for Mango to bark at.

Now I have a grown-up list of things I need to update addresses for… but of course went to look for new tags for Mango instead.

maniacaltoaster  asked:

Do you think it's kinda weird that even though the characters in Villainous don't TECHNICALLY have good designs, while that kind of thing destroys other cartoons, in this one, it seems to work in its favor? Like, they look ridiculous, over the top, and crazy, but that feels like exactly what they're supposed to look like.

oh sweetheart let me tell you a little secret

the people who genuinely think the Villainous character designs are bad don’t know a damn thing about designing characters for animation

STRAP IN FOLKS IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER RANT LESSON ABOUT ANIMATION CHARACTER DESIGN WITH NOVA (brought to you by SCAD: “I pay $35,000 a year to learn how to make cartoons so trust me I know what I’m talking about”)

The first thing any character design class (including the one I took) will teach you is “have a strong silhouette”

You can probably recognize almost if not every single one of these characters just from their outlines! So let’s take a look at the silhouettes of the Villainous cast…

HOLY SMOKES THEY ARE HELLA DISTINCTIVE!!! And here we even see what is probably the design reason for Dr. Flug’s paper bag and Demencia’s huge fluffy ponytail - they add to the strength of their silhouettes immensely.

Now let’s examine both the shape language of the characters AND how they’re likely divided in terms of their digital puppet rigs (as Villainous appears to use both the hand drawn and rigging techniques), because the former is the second thing any character design class will teach you and the latter is incredibly important to the modern digital 2D animation process. (Apologies if my rig estimates are off, I haven’t had as much experience with 2D rigging as I have with hand drawn.)

Black Hat has the most variety out of the cast, but broken up he’s really just a combination of rectangles, triangles and one or two circles. His hat is also kind of a shape in and of itself, one that comes very naturally when drawing his head. Like a lot of villain characters his sharpness is highly emphasized.

Dr. Flug is ALL about squares and skinny rectangles, with his only rounded shapes being his eyes and shoes. Normally when you see boxy characters they’re on the very masculine or muscular side, meant to seem strong or imposing, but Flug is a wimpy, scrawny twig. That’s really unorthodox and something I like a lot about his look.

What’s super interesting about Demencia is that next to 5.0.5, she has the most circles and rounded shapes. Sharpness is added in her details which makes her design look a lot more complex than it really is. What’s great about digital animation and 2D rigging is it makes characters who have a lot of specific details like her much simpler to animate, so she really isn’t impractical at all provided you’re animating her using a computer.

And finally we have Beariplier Markibear 5.0.5, who I’m sure surprises no one by being a big old round baby full of circles. His nose and snout are of course triangles though. I like how he’s the most intentionally simple out of the cast, even going so far as to have a different eye style that almost makes him look like something out of an ultra-cutesy anime. He doesn’t fit in with and stands out a lot from the others, which is entirely the point.

To sum up, the Villainous characters are both simple enough to animate on a budget/deadline and interesting looking enough to want to watch, the perfect combination for modern 2D digital TV animation. These designs were MADE for a 2017 Cartoon Network show in every sense, with just enough early 2000s influence to feel fresh and new as well as classic and nostalgic. I want these guys to represent and become iconic of CN the same way Finn, Jake, Mordecai and Rigby have.

For the Hundredth Time...

We are in a dank cave with water flowing from somewhere. Our Cleric is fighting the last enemy.
Dwarf Cleric: I throw my shield, Captain America style.
Me GM: Ok.
(rolls nat 1)
Me: You throw your shield into the river.
Dwarf: What river?
Me: That one. (Points to map)
Dwarf: Shit.

Later…
He bought another shield.
First enemies.
Dwarf: I throw my shield at a random guy.
Me: Anyone?
Dwarf: Yeah.
Me: (Rolls to determine target.)(Target is himself. Rolls nat 20. To shake things up, I roll on the something happens table. “An old enemy returns…” is what I got.
Me: Holy shit. So…you throw your shield, it curves round, and conks you on the skull. (Rolls max damage possible)
Dwarf: At least I still have my shield.
Me: A river comes crashing down the mountain, and sweeps away your shield. As it fades away, you can see your other shield in the river.
Dwarf: I fight the river.
Me: (rolls nat 1)
Me: The river forms a water elemental, and the water elemental takes both of your shields…
Me: (rolls two nat 20s)
Me: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! THIS ELEMENTAL SLAPS YOU AROUND WITH BOTH OF YOUR SHIELDS UNTIL YOU ARE UNCONSCIOUS, AND THEN LEAVES.
Bard: I loot him

4

2/100 days of productivity.

Bravo to me. I have managed to successfully do two consecutive days of productivity. Can everyone please give me a round of applause. What a milestone this has been. 

Just been writing out and reviewing my thermochemistry notes. I have mock exams coming up in a couple weeks and my goal is to at least pass every single one. Wish me luck. 

What Lovers Do: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a friend with benefits relationship with the Winter Soldier himself: Bucky Barnes. You two have gotten the routine down: wake up, train, mission, come home, have sex, then act like nothing happened. It’s worked for you for a while now. But now that Bucky’s starting to see someone seriously, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Warnings: implications of smut, ANGST

A/N: I got too excited so I decided to just post the first part today! If you want to be tagged in the series, please send me an ASK. EDIT: Tagging is now CLOSED. 


You and Bucky laid on the bed, naked, sweaty and panting. You just went three rounds of your “bedroom exercises”. You stared at the ceiling still in the post-sex haze.

“I’m seeing someone.” Bucky sais breaking the silence.

You turn your head to look at him, but he continues to stare at the ceiling, “Oh?”

“I think it’s getting serious.”

Your mouth suddenly feels really dry. You knew this would happen eventually, but you figured you’d be the one to break it off. Not Bucky. You wished it was you to find someone. But no. You couldn’t. Not when the guy you just had sex with was the one for you.

“What’s her name?” You looked at him teasingly, trying to hide the pain.

Bucky smiled, “Melissa, but she goes by Mellie.” Bucky turns to you and props his head on his hand, “Y/N, she’s so beautiful, kind, and funny. She knows about my past and she accepts me for who I am. It’s-It’s so amazing. She’s so amazing.”

You have him a small smile, the smile not reaching your eyes, “I’m happy for you, Buck.”

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Knitting Witchcraft 101, a crash course by witchimplumis

To start this off, obviously there are TONS of ways to do a lot of this stuff. This is mostly the method I use. This also isn’t a tutorial to knitting, there’s lots of great videos out there explaining how to knit, if I tried to teach all of that in this post, it would be at least 3 times as long. Finally, most of this probably also works for crochet, but I don’t know the first thing about crochet, so I’ll let someone else weigh in on that.

Knitting magic is great for anyone, from witches on a budget (yarn, especially acrylic, can be dirt cheap), broom closet witches (it’s easy-peasy to pass off as a normal, non-witchy hobby), practical witches (you get a useful garment at the end!), and more. You can use it on its own, or as a part of a larger spell or ritual.

Intent

Much like all magic, a lot of knitting magic is intent and visualization. Before starting a project, come up with a purpose for the finished product. For this scenario, I’ll use a real project I’ve done. I wanted to make a shawl to help me in the upcoming school year.
When you’re knitting, focus on the purpose that you want to imbue the finished product with. Imagine your hopes for it entering each stitch, and being locked in place with your needles.
When you first start, it may feel mentally exhausting or draining, or it may be really hard to focus and you may find your thoughts drifting away, but as you practice you’ll get better and be able to focus longer. I find that once I start to lose focus the best thing to do is leave for a while and pick the project up later, once I’ve had time to clear my head.

Rs/ws

If you’ve been a knitter for any length of time at all, you know that flat knitting has what’s called a “right side” (the side that shows when you’re wearing/using your created object) and a “wrong side” (the side that faces towards you, like the bottom of a blanket or inside of a cardigan), or rs and ws on patterns.
When working out the beginning of my projects, I come up with two different intents, one for the outside world to see (right side) and one to affect only me (wrong side). So, in the example of my school shawl, I wanted other people to view me as capable in my field. So my rs intent was “I am a learned student of my trade.” On the ws, I choose an intent that helps me to acheive my ultimate goal (doing well in school) so the intent I used was “I have the focus required in my studies.”
HOWEVER, when working in the round, there’s no wrong side. So then how do you go about wrong side intents? Two options: one, have only one overarching purpose for all knitting (such as “I will succeed in my chosen field”), or alternate lines as you would if you weren’t knitting in the round.

Color/texture

Yarn comes in pretty much every color and color combination imaginable. Color associations/color magic are not only possible to do with yarn but strongly encouraged. I use lots of sources for mine, googling “color associations” brings up bunches of pages, or you can use your own personal associations. If you’re going to do this, read reviews for the yarn and check for or ask about color bleeding.

Textures are an often-overlooked factor. Prickly yarn can be used in a defensive spell, or soft yarn in one for comfort and warmth. Always keep in mind what kind of thing you’re making though, and try to work off of that. Some textures are not ideal for some uses.

Materials
Yarn materials are important to fit to your project. For example, you don’t want to make a knit bralette out if dish scrubby yarn (ouch). You have tons of options, but I’ll stick to the kinds you’re most likely to run into cheap-ish. My standing recommendation for all of these is if there is any way at all you can see and feel yarn in person before buying it, do so. I don’t recommend buying in bulk of you haven’t dealt with a brand or line of yarn before.

Acrylic- acrylic yarn is usually extremely cheap and comes in tons of colors and textures, some are shiny, others are really fuzzy, there’s all kinds for all purposes. It’s really great if you have allergies because it’s synthetic fiber.

Wool/superwash wool: usually somewhat coarse, wool is a natural fiber that comes from shearing specific breeds of wool-producing sheep. Some brands will even say specifically what breed(s) or country their wool comes from. In my experience, wool is much easier to work magic with than acrylic, however it will usually also be more expensive, and there are fewer textures and appearances available.

Cotton: cotton is a nice in-between of acrylic and wool. It’s a natural fiber, but I don’t know of anybody being allergic to it. It can come in many different colors, but not really any texture variety, they all just feel like cotton. If you’re not morally opposed for any of various reasons, Hobby Lobby’s I Love This Cotton yarn is by far the best cotton yarn I’ve found, in terms of softness. If you ARE morally opposed however, Sugar n Cream makes cotton yarn on huge spools very cheap.

Bamboo: it’s considered eco-friendly yarn. I don’t know how true that is, as I don’t use it enough to actually look into the carbon footprint of bamboo yarn. That said it feels like actual clouds and looks like them too.

Silk: we all know what silk is. Silk yarn exists. It’s on the expensive end of cheap stuff, usually only comes in small amounts.

Merino: wool that comes from the merino sheep breed specifically. This wool is really soft, I don’t work with it much because it’s usually really expensive compared to every other kind.

Novelty yarns: I love incorportating these. Some are great for practical reasons (dish scrubby yarn) and others are great for using some of their elements as part of a spell (like feathery yarns or beady yarns etc.)

Stitch types
I don’t think there’s a widely agreed upon set of associations for stitch type/pattern, these are just some common ones I’ve come to associate.
YO/lace- these large, open patterns I associate with “bigger” or more wide effects. Alternately, because they’re basically big holes in the object, allowing your intents to come out into the environment.
seed- just like its name, I associate seed stitch with potential and growth.
Garter- I tend to associate garter stitch with mundane life, alternately with its common use as a border stitch I associate it as a holding stitch, keeping things in (like secrets) or protected.
Stockinette- a super common stitch pattern for fronts of things, especially socks (as per the name). I tend to associate it with appearances, and spells like glamour aids.

Blocking
When/if you block, visualize the water charging your finished object. You can use scented wool wash in scents that are associated with the spell you’re doing, you have tons of options.

Beads, etc:
You can get all kinds of things at craft stores! I found crystal charms last time I went that would look great on a heavier-weight shawl, there’s beads of various different materials and colors, if I went over all of these things it’d take a whole extra post. Play around and see what you like.

Finished products:
Clothing- either for yourself or for others. Make ritual clothing or just a warmth-intent hat. Possibilities are totally endless.
Poppet- maybe make a poppet out of yarn? Stuff it with things you want the poppet associated with? Disclaimer: don’t burn knit poppets unless you are 100% certain ALL ingredients are safe to burn wherever you’re burning them. I prefer to “destroy” my knit poppets by stabbing them with knitting needles, so that I can reuse them, even better, make the end drawstring-style, so you can reuse it with different ingredients. Eco friendly witchcraft!
Spell swatch- I call it a spell swatch but it may have another name by now. It works pretty much exactly how it sounds, knit a swatch of fabric in varying colors, stitches, etc., based on what the spell is. Knit in beads or feathers or hair or whatever you feel like you should. Then pin it on your wall or carry it with you. It doesn’t have to (and probably won’t) look nice, it’s just a little spell to carry with you, like a very personalized sigil.

Other uses: knitting is great for meditation! Finding a simple pattern to knit for a while can leave your mind free to relax and do its own thing, I love leaving guided meditations, binaural tones, etc. on while I’m knitting things like socks or blankets.

I Hate You : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically jack and y/n hate each other but cant seem to keep their hands off each other)

i may do a part 2 to this so if you’d like me to just ask/request :)

“Move.” Jack nudged you as he walked by to get to the fridge. 

 "Wow, some manners would be nice.“ You shot back, rolling your eyes at him. 

“I’ll use manners when i’m talking to people I actually give a shit about.” Jack replied, moving back to sit on Caspar’s sofa. 

“Can’t you two just be nice to each other for 5 minutes?“ Joe groaned, sick of yours and Jack’s bickering. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you and Jack were like this, you have never liked each other. Since Joe introduced you - his cousin - to all of his friends last year, Jack has always been so annoying and pathetic towards you. No one really knew why, you both just never really clicked. However, the rest of the guys love you. You and Conor were super close but it was complicated as he’s Jacks brother and you tried to avoid Jack as much as possible.

"It’s not my fault he’s so immature.” You told your older cousin.

 “You’re both as bad as each other, to be fair.“ Conor laughed. 

 "Please,” Jack scoffed. “I don’t understand why I have to put up with her all the time." 

 “Because she’s our friend!” Conor defended you. 

“And she’s my cousin.“ Joe laughed. 

“I wish she wasn’t.” Jack took a sip of his water. 

“You do realise i’m right here?“ You asked Jack. "Grow up." 

 "Me grow up?!” Jack raised his eyebrows. 

 "Come on you two!“ Caspar laughed. 

You gave Jack the evils before going back to your laptop, scrolling through facebook. 

“So what are we doing?” Joe asked. “Ice skating?”

 "Yeah, buddy, how excited are you?“ Caspar exclaimed as he put his arm round Joe. 

"Get off me!” Joe pushed him away. “Well when are we going?" 

“Now, I think. The car’s here.” Josh told everyone, getting up from his chair. 

“So am I getting a car in 20 minutes yeah?“ Jack asked Josh. 

 "Yeah, you and Y/N are getting that one.” Josh replied. 

 "Why me?“ You groaned. 

“Because you two are being annoying today and need to sort your shit out.” Josh told us.  

“Josh, don’t be a dick head.“ Jack warned, eyeing Josh. 

 "I’m not. You two talk. This car is full.” Josh told us, everyone leaving.

 Everyone said their goodbye’s and eventually it was just you and Jack in Caspar’s apartment. Jack was in the same spot on Caspar’s sofa and you were still stood up, on your laptop, which was on the work top. 

 "You don’t always need to be a prick, you know.“ You spoke up, causing Jack to turn his head in your direction. He raised his eyebrows at you.

 "Yes, I do.” He replied before turning back to the TV. 

“Why?“ You asked, walking towards him slowly. 

“Because I hate you.” Jack replied, standing up quickly and walking past you. He placed his bottle of water on the side before slipping out his phone and leaning against the side. 

“I hate you too.“ You scoff, going back to your laptop. 

 Even though you really disliked Jack, you didn’t hate him. You hoped he didn’t hate you either. He’s just very annoying and has always been annoying. If he hadn’t held some sort of grudge against you since day one then you would probably get on really well. 

 You suddenly had a really good idea as you spotted Jack’s water bottle that didn’t have a lid on. Slowly wondering over, Jack’s eyes stayed on his phone, you went right next to him. As you leaned towards him to go for the water bottle, he spoke. 

 "What are you doing?” He snapped. 

“Uhh… Just getting…“ You started, leaning over and knocking the bottle towards Jack. The water went all over his white t-shirt that he was wearing and he immediately jumped away. 

 "What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. 

 "Oops, my hand slipped.“ You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.

 "You’re such a fucking bitch!” He groaned, trying to pull the back of his t shirt round so he can see the wet patch. 

“I wouldn’t wear that out if I were you.“ You giggled, watching Jack. His blue eyes were now narrow and angry, giving you the evils. 

“Fuck off.” He muttered, storming off into Caspar’s bedroom. Within a few seconds, he came back and walked to the corner of the living room where Caspar’s clothes were hanging up to dry.

 Jack picked up one of Caspar’s black t shirts, feeling it to see if it was fully dry. You guessed it was as Jack then took you by surprise and pulled his wet t shirt up and off. You immediately lost your breath as you saw Jack’s body. As you saw his glistening skin, you could feel yourself go bright red and tried your hardest not to look. It didn’t really work though as Jack caught your eye. 

“Stop checking me out.“ He teased with a grin. 

 "I-i’m not.” You quickly replied.

 You looked down at your laptop, trying to avoid the conversation. But you could see him in the corner of your eye as he just wasn’t putting on Caspar’s t shirt. Suddenly he started walking over to you. You gulped nervously, not trusting yourself. Jack went behind you, getting closer and closer. You felt yourself getting hotter as he placed his bare chest against your back. Why was he doing this? You hated Jack, why is he messing with you this way? You felt his crotch against your bum and his hand on your hip. He placed the t shirt down on the work top before moving all your hair to one side. 

 "Like what you see?“ Jack whispered in your ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body and you suddenly lost your voice. You turned around so your facing him, meeting with his grinning face. 

 "W- what are you doing?” You stuttered, not knowing where to put your hands as Jack kept getting closer and closer. His hands went to the work top either side of you, blocking you in. His body was now pressed against your own as he was getting closer again. As his face was just inches from yours, he muttered something. 

 "I really fucking hate you.“ 

 "I hate you too.” You mumbled back as his lips brushed against yours. You didn’t like him - you really didn’t - but the hatred had created this tension between you and he was standing there with no shirt on, his blond hair was messy but looked perfect, his bright blue eyes were dark and narrow and his lips were almost on yours. You couldn’t help yourself. 

As soon as his lips were pressed against yours, your hands snaked up his body and round his neck. He kisses you desperately, as if his life depended on it. As if he needed you more than anything. His lips were soft and felt good against yours and when he bit down gently on your bottom lip you couldn’t help but let out a moan. 

 "Jack.“ You gasped as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet marks. 

“Up.” He told you. Within seconds you were up on the work top and he was kissing the life out of you. He moved himself so he was in between your legs and his arms were around your waist. His tongue entered your mouth and your hands went to his hair, running your fingers up and down the back of his head. You were immediately snapped back to reality when Jack’s phone started to ring. He let you go within seconds and fished his phone from his back pocket. 

 "H-hello?“ Jack breathed out, clearly short for breath. You were exactly the same, out of breath. It took you a few seconds to actually realise what had just happened. Jack had kissed you. And you really liked it. The loss of contact from him made you realise how intimate you had been.

 "Now?” Jack spoke into the phone as he reached for the t shirt that was on the side. “OK, see you soon.” Jack slipped the t shirt on after hanging up the phone. 

“Uber’s here.“ Jack muttered to you, not even looking in your direction. You both grabbed your things and made your way down to the car in silence.

 / 

“Hey guys.” Caspar greeted you both as you and Jack met them by the ice rink. 

 "Hey buddy.“ Jack spoke to him. You were angry, to say the least. Why would Jack kiss you like that then not talk to you? So, what happens now… You’re just going to go back to hating each other. 

 "You guys have fun?” Caspar asked Jack.  

“Its never fun with her.“ Ouch. As Jack’s words left his mouth he answered your question. Yes, back to hating each other it is. 

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked you as you all picked up your skates. 

“Yeah.“ You sighed but Conor realised you weren’t. 

 "Y/N.” Conor warned, giving you a look. 

“Don’t worry, i’ll tell you later.“ You brushed him off, sitting down as you pulled on your skates. Your thoughts were clouding up your mind you didn’t even realise how long it was taking you to put your ice skates on. 

“Y/N?” Conor nudged you. 

“I can’t get them on.“ You groaned. The situation was stressing you out. 

“Would you like some help?” A male voice spoke up. You looked up to where the voice was coming from. It was a man, who worked on the ice rink, who was rather good looking. 

“Oh- Uh, yeah please.“ You smiled at him. He bent down to his knees and did up your skates. You stared at him the whole time, his dark hair was perfectly styled and his hazel eyes looked up at you when he had finished. 

“Thanks.” You spoke. He responded with a smile and held his hand out to you. At first you didn’t realise what he was doing but soon caught on and placed your hand on his. He pulled you up and flashed you a grin. It was good timing as the bell went off, signalling that it was ready for everyone to go on the ice. You thanked the man one last time before turning back to the boys. The first person who caught your eye was of course Jack, who was stood in between Joe and Josh, with the dirtiest look on his face. When your eyes met his, he began to shake his head. You shot him a questioning look but he just looked away. 

 All of you finally got onto the ice and you immediately grabbed onto the edge. So did most of the boys. Joe and Jack were quite good though as they skated off past you. You, Josh, Caspar, Mikey, Oli and Conor were all holding onto the edge for a little while until they all started getting more confident and skated by themselves. You were still holding on, moving your skates slowly on the ice but still slipping every now and then. You were no where near confident enough to let go. 

“Here.“ The same voice from earlier said as the man reach for your hand. 

"Second time you have helped me today.” You laughed as him help your hand tightly, going around the ice. 

 "You’re good at this, why are you holding onto the side?“ He laughed, running his gloved hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know, i’m just scared of falling over.” You replied. All of the guys were skating confidently round the rink, although Mikey and Oli kept falling over due to the others pushing them. 

 "I have to go.“ The man spoke after skating with you for a few minutes. Of course, he had to do his job. 

 "Well thanks, again.” You laughed. He winked at you before skating off. You decided to skate in the middle of the ice for a bit even though your heart was beating like crazy - nervous of falling over. Conor and Josh were just a little bit ahead of you so you caught up with them. You went in-between them, grabbing onto their hands. 

 "Well there she is!“ Josh laughed as he saw you. 

 "Whos that guy?” Conor asked as you all skated together, hand in hand. 

What guy?“ You asked. 

“That guy you were just with.” Conor replied. 

 "Oh, i don’t know, he just helped me.“ You shrugged.

The three of you skated together for a while until Josh tripped and pulled you both over with him. You were not happy with him but couldn’t help but laugh. You decided to skate by yourself for a little while to get your balance right. Until you felt someone behind you, nudging you out of the way. You reacted quickly by grabbing onto their arm so you don’t fall. You were met with two bright blue eyes that you loved to hate. As you gripped onto him, you were still unsteady so Jack grabbed onto your waist, helping you gain your balance.

"Why did you do that?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he grinned. 

“Funny.” He shrugged. 

 "I hate you.“ You groaned, getting out of his grip and skating off. 

"Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked as he skated beside you. 

“What are you talking about?“ You snapped. 

 "That guy.” Jack replied. 

“He was helping me, Jack, grow up.“ 

 "Whatever, babe.” He teased as he grabbed your hand, which took you by surprise. 

 "What are you doing? Get off!“ You pulled away but he didn’t let you go. You both lost your balance on the ice and Jack pulled you down with him as he fell. It was so embarrassing as you fell right onto the ice next to Jack, making your clothes soaking wet. "For fuck sake Jack!” You whined. 

Getting up, you were so angry with Jack. Why does he always wind you up? Its like its his mission to annoy you. 

 "Sorry, babe.“ Jack laughed as he got up. ”

Fuck off!“ You snapped before going over to tell the boys you were leaving. 

/

 You had finished your shower - at Joe’s, where you were staying - to realise everyone had come back here.

They were all so rowdy you could hear them a mile away. As you got out, you realised that your clean clothes were in the washing pile that was in the wash room. Everyone was downstairs by the sound of it, so with your towel wrapped around your wet body and tip toed out of Joe’s spare bedroom go the wash room. 

“Y/N.” Jack’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. You turned to see Jack at the top of the stairs, in the same black t shirt he was wearing earlier. His hair was messy but look good as always and he held a tight expression on his face as he looked you up and down. 

 "I- i’m just getting some clothes.“ You told him as you sped walked to the wash room and picked up some joggers and a t shirt. When you walked back out onto the landing, you were thankful to see that Jack wasn’t there. However, when you went back into your room, Jack was stood there waiting for you. 

“What do you want, Jack? I’m trying to get dressed.” You sighed, placing your clothes down on the bed. 

“Are you still angry at me?“ Jack asked. 

 "I’m always angry at you.” You sighed. Jack ran his fingers through his hair and also sighed. 

“I need to get dressed.“ You told him again. 

 "So get dressed.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him. 

 Thinking about it for moment, you realised you could get him back for teasing you earlier. Walking over to the chest of drawers that had your underwear in, you faced away from Jack. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your towel to the floor. 

 You quickly opened the drawer and grabbed some underwear. Before you could even put them on, Jack  pushed you up against the drawers forcefully - not too hard though. 

“Don’t fucking tease me.” Jack groaned in your ear before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours. Your naked body was pressed against him as he kissed you harshly. Your hands were around his neck, fingers touching the bottom of his hair. 

“Clothes. Off.“ You muttered in between kisses. Jack broke away from you quickly as he pulled off his - Caspar’s - t shirt. As he went back to kissing you, you ran your hands down his chest and along his toned stomach - the contact causing him to moan against your lips which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. 

 Jack pushed you back so you were laying down on the bed. This was the first time he properly saw your naked body. His eyes scanned you up and down as his tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped his bottom lip. 

 "You’re so fucking sexy.” He said as he leaned down, kissing your neck, your collar bones, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. 

 "J-Jack.“ You moaned out as he kissed closer and closer up your thighs. 

“Mmh.” Jack hummed in response. Before Jack could do anymore, you leaned forward and undid his belt - hoping he’d get the message. Within seconds Jack’s trousers and boxers were both off. 

Your mouth watered when you saw the size of him. You’d always thought he was big - but not that big. You were a little worried about how that would even fit inside of you. 

“Please, Jack.“ You moaned, pulling him down to by the back of his neck. 

"What do you want, baby?” Jack breathed out, grinning at you. 

 "I want you to fuck me.“ You surprised yourself as the words left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. You needed him right now. 

 "Do you have a condom?” He asked, kissing you again. 

 "On. The. Pill.“ You told him in between kisses. 

 After kissing for a minute, Jack’s hand went to his member as he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his tip up and down your core.

 "Fuck.” You moaned into his neck before sucking and kissing his soft skin. Jack finally eased into you. Your arms went around his neck as you held yourself close to him whilst he thrusted in and out of you. 

 "I’ve waited for this for so long.“ Jack mumbled between thrusts. 

 Your moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom and the fact that this wasn’t even your bed turned you on even more. One of Jacks hands went to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure. 

As you looked up at him, you noticed beads of sweat starting to form on his skin and his dirty blond hair sticking to his forehead. 

 Both your hands went to his cheeks as you looked into his eyes. His breathing was in sync with his thrusts and he stared down at you with eyes full of lust. 

 "I hate you.” You reminded him as he rocked in and out of you. 

 "I hate you more.“ Jack replied, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips which made your stomach do flips. You could feel yourself getting close as your stomach felt tight. Your legs started to shake and your toes curled. 

 "Faster, Jack. I’m close.” You muttered as he kissed you again. 

“Me too, baby.” He breathed out. 

 The way he called you ‘baby’ whilst fucking you like this made your heart melt. Jack picked up pace and the bed began to rock. 

 You moaned out loud as you came around Jack, digging your nails into the top of his back. It didn’t take Jack long to finish either, releasing inside of you. As Jack pulled out of you, he kissed you again. 

 "Think I need another shower.“ You laughed. 

 "I’d be happy to join.” Jack smiled. 

 "Nope.“ You shook your head at him as he rolled off of you. 

 "Why?” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath. 

 “I still hate you, remember.“ You reminded him, getting up off the bed. 

“Wow, Y/N, I never thought you’d fuck and chuck me.” Jack laughed as you walked into the bathroom once again. 

frostedej  asked:

Draco using the toaster. Poptarts fly out. Draco ends up on top of something and stays there till Harry comes home.

“Don’t move, Potter!”

“Er– what?” Harry had just come home and had been about to step into the kitchen when he heard his boyfriend’s anxious directive.

“I said, don’t move! The second you move, that awful muggle contraption you insisted on buying will attack. Trust me. I’ve already become its victim.”

“What are you even–” Harry cut himself off as, rounding the corner, he caught sight of Draco lying very still on top of the island in the center of their kitchen. He was staring intently across the room at the shiny red toaster, from which protruded two garishly pink–

“Are those Pop Tarts?” Harry asked incredulously. He had no idea where Draco could have possibly come by the sugar-filled American snacks. Nor why Draco, who was still suspicious of all things Muggle, might have considered actually eating one.

“I said not to move, Potter!!”

Harry couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up at Draco’s ridiculousness. He was still laying perfectly still on the counter. “What happened?”

“Stop walking at it! It’s vicious! I put in one of those awful-looking things, and then I pushed down on the little black part just like you showed me. And I stood there and waited! And waited! And the inside started to change colours—and I think Weasley must have convinced it to support the Canons because it was hideously orange—but no matter how long I stared, nothing was happening! So I moved to get my wand and then BANG! The THINGS flew out and right for my face. My face, Potter. And if you don’t cease your laughter right this minute I swear–”

Sorry, sorry!” Harry gasped, forcing himself to take the situation seriously. “And how did you end up on the island?”

“Well… I don’t really remember. But the time I realised what was happening, I was already laying here, and I didn’t want to risk moving again.”

“Right,” Harry said. “Well, as you can see, I’m moving and am miraculously unscathed by the things. The toaster is perfectly safe.”

Draco looked highly suspicious, but still somehow found the courage to sit up and slip off the counter. “I want that thing out of our house, Potter! If you think it’s so safe, I suppose you won’t mind if I just leave you to defeat it on your own.”

With that, Draco turned up his nose and stomped out of the kitchen. Probably going off to check for wounds, Harry thought as his lips turned up into an amused smile. 

He was just making his way over to unplug the toaster—Draco’s word was all but law, so he had no choice but to get rid of it now—when his cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Harry, mate!” It was Ron. “Did Malfoy use the toaster yet?” He sounded full of anticipation.

“The…” Harry sighed as he realised that his boyfriend might not be so ridiculous after all. “Ron. What did you do?”

Harry could somehow hear Ron’s grin over the phone. “Oh, you know. Nothing much. Charmed it to turn orange when he tries to use it. Harmless.”

“That’s all?”

“Well… George did say there might be a few… side effects—”

“Side effects like it attacking my boyfriend’s face?”

Ron laughed shamelessly. “Oh, Merlin, they went for his face?! Oh that’s priceless!”

“Ron! You can’t do that! You know he doesn’t understand Muggle things! How did you get him to try it out anyway?”

“Oh, it was easy! Just gave him some of those Pop Tart things and told him they were your favourite snack,” Ron answered offhand.

Harry’s heart clenched unexpectedly with a wave of affection for his boyfriend. Which was quickly followed by a wave of guilt for laughing at him after all he’d tried to do was make Harry what he’d thought was his favourite snack.

“Ron, I’ve got to go. And you two need to stop your ridiculous prank war. You know if you really do hurt Draco’s face, I’ll never be able to forgive you.”

Ron made a gagging noise. “Gross, mate. Go be a champion for Malfoy’s face somewhere else. I’ll stop hexing your toaster when he stops confunding me every time I go to the bathroom at work.”

Harry smiled. “Fair enough. I’ll see what I can do.”

He hung up the phone and walked over to the toaster, unplugging it and shoving it into a plastic bag. Then he went to find his boyfriend, who was reclining on the sofa reading a copy of Witch Weekly, which Harry was very aware by now was definitely also for Wizards, Potter.

Harry quirked the corner of his mouth and held up the sack full of offensive appliance. “I thought I could go by Ron’s tomorrow on my lunch break to see about dropping this off and charming it to look like his old toaster?” he tried.

And succeeded. Draco’s face broke into a very satisfied grin. “This is why I love you, Potter.”

Harry’s grin developed into a full-on smile. He plopped down on the sofa, held up the sad excuse for a pastry he had taken from the toaster and offered, heedless of Draco’s increasingly disapproving expression, “Pop Tart?”

anonymous asked:

I like how your drawings of the boys have different things that make them unique. like kook's eyes and jimin's wing thingys. can you tell us all the detail for the boys :0

LETS TALK ABOUT CHARA DESIGN HECK YES

  •  I guess Jungkook’s design is pretty easy to get ahah. Irl he has really big eyes and bunny teeth so it wasn’t difficult for me to come up with! Then for the sparkles: I really wanted to accentuate this “innocent” or “clueless” vibe. His eyes are expressive, you can really see his passion in his eyes when he sings! Not saying that the others aren’t passionate, it’s just that his eyes are so expressive like he doesn’t even need to speak, you can directly see what’s going on (in my opinion ofc). So I just thought that sparkles would be a great representation of that! Also Jungkook isn’t 100% innocent, he loooves to tease his big bros. I know that I didn’t really have the chance to show this side of Jungkook, but since he’s such a tease, the gap between this and his BIG SPARKLY EYES is funny :^DD. At first he only had two “white bubbles” in his eyes, but then I said fuck it and added an entire galaxy. ALSO THE NOSE YES, I removed the nose. I want people to concentrate on his eyes, so I thought that the nose took too much place and was kinda useless? for his design. Actually a lot of people don’t even notice that he doesn’t have a nose ahah. And I think he looks so funny with his mouth on the nose area.
  • Tae’s design was also easy for me to come up with! He has amaaaaazing eyes, big and elongate, and ofc THE LASHES DAMN. Also he is really playful and that’s what I wanted to accentuate. So I mixed these ideas and bam I created his eyes. I really like it because it looks like he has something in mind like “ha ha ha :^DDD how am i gonna tease ma bros”. ALSO his iris aren’t round, it’s like two straight lines. I think it goes well with the playful side and the “blank tae” side lol. I also draw his amazing brows and his squared smile, he’s so cute ;;;
  • JIMIN. There’s two Jimin: normal sized and smol. For the normal sized Jimin I just try to replicate his natural eye shape, he kinda has puppy eyes! So nothing big. Of course the lil wings because he’s really sweet and just an angel in general. NOW THE MOST INTERRESTING PART: smol Jimin. Because some people always tell me “WHY DO U DRAW JIMIN SMOL, HES NOT THAT SMOL PLUS YOONGI IS ALSO SMOL, 0/100″, listen I’ll explain. The thing with Jimin is that he’s really cute but at the same time he really wants to give this “manly” vibe if you know what I mean. You know the “IM DA MAN IN DIS HOUSE”. So I just thought “ok, there’s cute Jimin, and manly Jimin but still cute, ok let’s create two Jimin”. Smol Jimin always wants to fite everyone and he’s fierce (like in my “not today what really happened”). That’s why I draw smol Jimin: because it’s funny af. Jimin likes to appear manly, but the fact that he is 30 cm in my comics makes everything pretty funny. This is the reason why I don’t often draw smol Yoongi, because he doesn’t give a fuck. 
  • Namnam ayyy!!! I recently changed his design so it’s a great occasion to talk about it! This man is S O F T, 100 % soft. He’s just cute ok, like look at his smile, I’m sure he’s sad when he walks on flowers. So I wanted him so have big iris (kinda) and also squared ish eyes. Because with this I can do two different things: softysoft Namnam and istg i’m done with everyone Namnam (like  in the last panel of the BS&T jpn ver comic), very easy to make :^DD And I added a white bubble inside because cute ok. He’s cute fite me. And finaly the flower on his head. He loves nature so so much so I just thought “why not adding a flower”. And ofc I never forget the dimples.
  • Hoseok’s turn :^DDD!! I just wanted him to be a sun ok, so that’s why I did. He has sunlight all around him, he’s like a walking sun. His eyes always look like he’s smiling even when he’s not. I also add a slight aegyo sal. THE NOOSE. So Hoseok is the only one with a different nose (i mean Jungkook doesn’t have one so it doesnt count). It’s simply because I personally think that he has an interresting nose shape and I just wanted to draw that! His mouth is basically a heart when he’s smiling and sometimes I add the dimples (i love dimples).
  • I talked about Gigi’s design here!
  • FINALLY SEOKJIN. I just l o v e his design. I love to draw him so much. Irl his eyes are really big and he kinda has cat eyes so I just drew that. His eyes are pretty round but yeah not like Jungkook. I like this eye shape because it makes him look sometimes playful and sometimes sassy depending on what I want to draw! Also he has two lashes because he’s pretty. And, the, sparkles. He’s just pretty so he needs his sparkles around him that’s all :^DDD

DONE holy shit it was long to write, I can talk about this forever I’m not even joking

dine and dash (stefan salvatore ft klaus mikaelson, part ii)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for a while in high school, but like most high school relationships, college got in the way. You wanted to move away and Stefan couldn’t find the strength to let go of his life and home in Mystic Falls. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Boston and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s the first time you two are seeing each other since the break up. That’s not the case with some of your other friends, however.

Pairing: Stefan x Reader, Klaus x Reader, Matt x Rebekah, Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Caroline x Enzo, Elijah x Hayley (not mentioned in this chapter)

Warnings: SMUT, dom!Klaus, visual smut, fingering, cursing

A/N: HI!!!!  okay so just a heads-up that the italics are a flashback and purely smut. I thought I wanted the reader to end up with Stefan in this, but idk anymore. I will say, however, that you will see smut from both Nik and Stefan in this fic. Some flashbacks and some current. please let me know what you think!! (gifs aren’t mine!!)


Previously

As soon as Stefan walks away, you shake your head and pour yourself a glass of bourbon. You swirl the glass around, staring at it until you hear Elena and Caroline’s voices. You turn to face them, raising a glass as Caroline places her hands on her hips.

“Y/N! The clipboard,” she huffs, walking over to you with said clipboard in hand. “I’ve made hotel arrangements, I just need you to pick who you’ll be sharing a room with.”

“Let me guess, you’ve made me a list of all possible roommates, huh?” You grab the clipboard and Caroline nods, smiling.

“Ah, good,” you hear a deep British voice and look up to see Enzo walking over to you two. “Now that you’re here, Y/N, my girlfriend and I can spend sometime alone.”

“Hey to you too, ass,” you narrow your eyes at him as he smiles and wraps his arms tightly around you.

“You know I’m happy you’re here. And not just because Caroline can take a break now,” he pulls away and winks at you, intertwining his fingers with Care’s.

“Yeah, yeah. You two deserve some alone time. Caroline, go. I’ll figure things out here, I promise. Besides, I’m sure you’ve sent me at least a dozen emails containing proper instructions.” To prove your point and insure that Caroline doesn’t protest, you pull out your phone and show Caroline all 15 emails that you’d received in regards to the wedding.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Caroline sighs, shaking her head and smiling at you and Enzo. “I know you just got here, and I’m sorry. Thank you for doing this. I owe you!”

“Just remind me not to hire you as my wedding planner if the time ever rolls around,” you chuckle and push Caroline and Enzo away from the bar.

“I will be your wedding planner and you will get married and–oof okay fine we’re leaving!” She pulled Enzo into a bedroom and you smile, looking at the clipboard.

“Y/N!” Of course before you can get any work done, you’re already smothered in a hug by the one and only Damon Salvatore.

“Damon!” You try to move your arms so he could hug you, but he’s got a bone-crushing grip on you. “Please I am human do not break me.”

“Oh, crap! Sorry!” He quickly lets you go and you take a deep breath, pressing your hands against your ribs. “I’m just excited to see you! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, don’t worry,” you groan and stretch, cracking your neck as Damon gives you a wierd look. “Stop that, my neck was in a wierd position for like three hours! Airplane seats aren’t as comfy as you think.”

“How’s Massachusetts treating you?” You two start walking back to the bar and Damon wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Undergrad was fun, more than one would think. Law School wasn’t bad either, to be honest. I finished the program a few months ago. How’ve things been here?” You grab your bourbon as Damon reaches around the bar to pour himself a glass.

“It’s been wierd. I’ve been alive for over a century, but I finally feel at home here and now,” he looks towards the living room and you follow his gaze: all your friends laughing and teasing one another while planning on of your weddings.

“I’ve missed this,” you whisper, eyes resting on Stefan’s figure for a second longer than necessary all the while hoping that Damon wouldn’t notice.

“What was that?” Damon, of course noticed.

“That was nostalgia, Damon. Hopefully the last of it,” you down your bourbon and look at the clipboard in your hand. “I’ve got a wedding to plan, so please–”

“Y/N!!!” You hear a pair of voices call out your name, music to your ears.

“Matt, Beks!!!!” You hold your arms out for your favorite couple, missing them more than you’d care to admit.

“We’ve missed you so much,” Matt, of course, wraps his arms around you first, squeezing you and kissing your head.

“We really have, things haven’t been the same,” Rebekah places her head against your chest as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“Aw I’ve missed you too, babies,” you kiss Rebekah’s head and Matt smiles at the two of you.

“My two favorite ladies! I’m so–”

“Excuse me, Donovan?” A very threatening whispers comes from behind Matt and you recognize the voice as the bride’s.

“Not including you, of course, Bon! Come on!” Matt stuttered as he tried to clear himself out of the hole he’d just dug. Meanwhile, Rebekah lets you go and you meet Bonnie’s eyes.

“Come on, he hasn’t seen me in years. I think it’s okay if he likes me a little more,” you laugh as Bonnie glares at you. “COME HERE!”

You and Bonnie quickly wrap your arms around one another, squeezing each other and whispering thank and ‘i love you’s.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married!” You squeal as Bonnie laughs, holding her hand out to show you the ring.

“Yeah, well, Kol is very–”

“Sexy? Handsome? Good at making love?” Kol steps in next to Bonnie, a cocky smirk on his face.

“I was actually gonna go with persistent, but sure baby,” Bonnie boops his nose. “Whatever makes you happy.”

You laugh and Kol hugs you from the side, pouting at Bonnie as she shakes her head, smiling.

“Bonnie’s being mean to me,” he sticks his tongue out at her and you shake your head.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get married to him, Bonnie? Child marriages are a terrible idea,” you whisper loudly, hand covering the side of your face that Kol could see. Everyone erupts in laughter and Kol groans.

“I forgot you two were best friends! You’re supposed to be on my side,” Kol gently nudges your shoulder and you smile up at him.

“I’ll always be on your side, loser. I’m glad you two are getting married!” You squeal and give him a tight hug, pulling away to smile at him and Bonnie. “So happy for you two!”

“We’re so glad you’re here,” Kol smiles at you and walks over to Bonnie, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple.

“I’m happy to be here. Now, you two have a cake testing in half an hour and I have to look over hotel arrangements and say hi to all the other losers,” you rub Bonnie’s shoulder as she smiles up at Kol. “Also, there’s no way you two lovebirds are going there alone. We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Y/N, we’ll be fine! We’re not teenagers, come on!”

“Sure you’re not, Kol. Tell your hormones that,” you brush him off and look around for a responsible adult. “Elijah! Stefan! Stefan’s girlfriend! Gather round.”

All three of them walk over to you with tired expressions, not that you care exactly.

“Alright, Bonnie and Kol have to go taste testing, but I don’t trust them alone simply because we’ve got a tight schedule that we have to follow if we want me to live. That being said, I need you three,” you point at Elijah, Stefan, and Stefan’s girlfriend individually. “I need you three to chaperone. Got it?”

“Um, sure. Who are you?” Stefan’s girlfriend speaks up and you turn to look at her.

“Your worst nightmare if anything goes wrong today. Your regular nightmare if you don’t fuck things up. Call me Y/N,” you give her a sweet smile as Damon, Matt, and Rebekah try not to laugh. “Now off you go, everyone!”

You shoo them away, Stefan’s face hardened after your interaction with his girlfriend.

“God, I’m so fucking glad you’re back,” Damon laughs as Matt and Rebekah agree .

“Matt, Beks, I need you to pick up Hayley and Hope, Marcel, Cami, Freya, and Davina from the airport.They should all arrive within 15/20 minutes of one another. The first one lands in half an hour, so get going!” You hand them a sheet with all arrival times, terminal and gate numbers, and hotel arrangements if needed.

“Perfect. See you guys!”  Bekah and Matt grab everything and head out.

“So, anything for me to do?” Damon asks and you look at the crowd, only to find Kai and Alaric arguing rather animatedly about party treats while Elena tried to stop them.

“Yeah, you keep an eye on them. Make sure the idea for the party treats is figured out by tonight. We need decorations ready tonight, too. The color theme is yellow and egghsell white with hints of light green so please get me something by tonight,” you give Damon a look and he nods, finishing up his bourbon.

“One daddy coming right up,” he smirks and walks over to the group as you groan.

You place the clipboard on the bar and eye it, taking a look at everything that needed to be done tonight. Then taking a look at everyone’s hotel arrangements, the times, the baggage. You pour yourself another drink, hoping the jetlag doesn’t catch up with you.

“Need some help, love?” Klaus asks, sitting on the stool next to yours.

“I just need to relax, but I know that I can’t with this wedding coming up,” you swirl your cup and look over to Klaus.

“I can definitely help with that,” he whispers, letting his eyes rest on your lips, and you shake your head, trying not to think of that night.

“Klaus, come on,” you chuckle and look back at the clipboard, hoping he leaves it alone.

“I’m just trying to help, love,” he whispers, his fingers tilting your head to face him.

“Help me some other time,” you bring your lips closer to his and press them against the side of his mouth. He still for a moment as you turn back to the clipboard, trying your hardest not to think of that one night in particular with Klaus.

You’d spent plenty nights with him before. He was one of the few people from back home that you’d actively try to see, the only one who could take your mind off things. This time was different though, this time, he reached out to you. He wanted to see you, wanted you to help him forget. He said he’d surprise you one of these days.

Normally with you two, everything happened fast. A rush of teeth against flesh, nails raking down one another’s sides and back, a primal need to have the other succumb to your will.

That time in particular, Klaus tied you up. You two had never done this before, but you always wanted to try it with him.

“Does my baby girl have some rope?” Klaus cupped your face, gently tilting your head up.

“Y-yes, she does, sir,” you whispered and turned away, grabbing some rope from your closet.

“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “Now Sir needs you to strip yourself of everything but your panties and spread out on the bed, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you turned away, blushing wildly as you obliged. You spread yourself out on the bed and his eyes ravaged you before the rest of him could. You shifted under his gaze, more aroused and more insecure by the second.

“Nuh-uh, love,” he tsked, shaking his head at you as he walked closer and removed his tie. “Sir loves looking at you. He loves seeing a slight tremor pass through you every time I rake my eyes up and down your beautiful body. He loves seeing your nipples perk up the longer they’re left unattended. He loves that beautiful pussy of yours, god that is breathtaking.”

You whimpered as Klaus stopped at the edge of the bed, lowering himself so that his nose was barely brushing against your clothed slit. You begin to move and before you can do so, Klaus raised his eyebrows at you and you stop immediately.

“If baby girl wants my mouth on her, she has to play by Sir’s rules. Okay?” He whispered, gently placing a finger against your panty-covered opening.

“Oh, y-yes si-sir,” you groaned softly and bit your lip as Klaus teased you.

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, his tone huskier now as his eyes flash golden. “Sir is going to tie up your wrists, okay? The safeword will be watermelon.”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, eager to have Klaus’s hands all over you. You’d thought about this for a while now.

“Hold your wrists out for Sir,” Klaus climbed on top of the bed and straddled your waist while you lifted your arms to him. He smiled and wrapped the rope around your wrists, eyes growing hungrier by the second. His eyes trailed up and down your body, clearly loving how you looked tied up. The longer he went without touching you, the more impatient you became.

“Are you going to touch me or are you just going to keep staring at me, huh?” Before you could think, the words spilled out of your mouth and you could feel the air around you still. You could feel the change in Klaus’s demeanor. He was never going to touch you now.

“What is one thing that Sir asks of you, the only thing that I ask of you?” He growled out, removing himself from on top of you.

“S-sir asks me to be patient and not speak until spoken to,” you whimpered and looked down, ashamed that you’d broken his one rule.

“And yet you do the exact opposite,” he glared at you, sitting at the edge of your bed and pulling you up towards him. “How many times do you think Sir should spank you for disobeying him?”

“F-five?” You whispered, still unable to look at him. You’d never gotten spanked more than five times.

“Wrong answer. I was thinking more along the lines of 10,” he breathed against your lips as you gasped, finally meeting his gaze. “I want you to count each one, okay?”

“Y-yes,” you couldn’t look up at him, you could barely speak without your voice breaking.

Klaus pulled you over his lap, gently rubbing your panty-covered ass.

“Sir really likes these panties,” he pressed his lips against your back before speaking again. “He would’ve loved to rip these off with his mouth.”

You wanted to beg him to touch you, to bite you, but you knew that would only make this situation worse. So you stayed quiet as Klaus continued to press soft kisses along your backside, once on each cheek and then moving lower.

“Sir loves your filthy little pussy, you know that?” His lips brushed against your lower set and you couldn’t help but whimper at even the slightest touch.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Sir won’t eat you out yet,” he nuzzled his cheek against your ass as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your panties. “His fingers, however, will give you a wild orgasm. You’ll feel each slap even more after I finger-fuck your wet pussy.”

You couldn’t help but to groan at his words and at his hands. His fingers stayed outside your panties but the fabric somehow added friction with each touch. He held your hip with one hand while the other teased you. He pressed one slender finger against where he knew was your eager opening. You moaned loudly and he did it again, this time pushing the finger and the cloth deeper in you.

“Who knew having your panties on made you even more vulnerable?” Klaus growled as he used his thumb to tease your swollen clit. He leaned down to lick a small strip over your panties, from your opening to your clit. That way, the cloth was more flexible. He bent both it and me to his will. His thumb worked tirelessly against my clit as he brought forth another finger and quickly rammed it against my panties, the thickness of his fingers wrapped inside the cloth made me shake.

“Oh, that’s it. You’re getting closer, aren’t you?” He bit your thigh, careful not to sink his teeth into you.

His fingers swiftly removed the cloth and found their places against your pussy. His thumb was pressed against your clit, not moving and not letting you move. Meanwhile, his fingers quickly rammed in and out of you, your walls clenching around them as he grew merciless. You screamed his name, barely yelling out a warning as you came all over his fingers and your panties. He chuckled lowly, wiping his fingers against your panties and pulling them back up against you.

Before you can come down from your high, you feel Klaus’s palm make contact with your ass. Over and over and over. 10 times over to be exact. You knew because you counted. You knew because Klaus apologized and made you cum 10 times after that to prove his guilt. You, of course, didn’t mind the spanking, but you wouldn’t tell him that for a while.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” A hand waving in front of your face pulls you out of your rather embarrassing thoughts.

Originally posted by malachaisangel

“Yes?” You clear your throat and turn to face Jeremy, completely ignoring Klaus’s rugged smirk to your side.

“First of all, I’m so fucking glad you’re back. These people are all crazy,” he pulls you into a hug and you laugh, realizing how much you’d miss this annoying kid.

“Second of all,” he pulls away and smiles widely at you. “Kai and I don’t know who we’re rooming with. I don’t think anyone else does either.”

“Oh, right. Well,” you clear your throat and grab the clipboard, flipping through the pages until you find one titled hotel arrangements. “It says here that are couples are rooming together; Bonnie and Kol will be staying in separate, larger suites; everyone else will get paired off and one lucky trio will get a larger room but will have to band together.”

Everyone nodded, seeing as it made sense thanks to Caroline.

“Now let’s see. It says here that the Saltzmans are all in one huge room. Elijah, Hayley, and Hope are in one room. Matt and Beks, Davina and Cami, Stefan and Ivy? So that’s her name, hm,” you shrug and continue reading the list to those present. “Damon and Elena. Caroline and Enzo. Tyler and Liv. Freya and Luke. Kai, Marcel, and Jeremy. And that leaves me with Klaus. Any questions?”

You look up to see the others have poured in as well: cake testing is over and Matt and Beks are back from the airport with all the folks.

“Yes,” Kai pipes up, looking rather concerned. “Does that trio room have three beds because I refuse to share one with dirty Jeremy over here.”

“No, Kai. You all have share one King bed. We’re making a porno,” you shake your head and Kai’s eyes grow wide. “I’m kidding Kai. Three separate Queen beds for three sassy queens. Any other questions?”

“Yes, why are you sharing a room with Klaus?” Stefan’s eyes meet yours and you do all you can not to walk over there and punch him.

“I didn’t want to be part of a lucky trio and Klaus is one of my best friends. Now, any questions that concern you?” You roll your eyes at him and Stefan shakes his head.

“Yes,” Ivy pipes up and by now you’re fuming. “Who are you, seriously?”

i got you this rose and i need to know

Summary: She’s all looks, Petunia is. Tall, thin, elegant. Sheets of blonde hair frame her face, white and pink pearls adorn her pale neckline. And when her eyes squint and her teeth show—that’s when Lily knows she’s in trouble.

Word count: ~2.4k words

A/N: For the two loves of my life, who share this glorious day as their date of birth. I love you to the moon and back. @bantasticbeasts @yulbos. (Also, thank you @ shawn for letting me borrow your lyrics for the title. Could not have done this without u)

FFN / AO3

*

It’s all very complicated.

At least, that’s what she tells herself.

 

i.

They were arguing again—Lily can’t really remember what about, except that it hadn’t been exactly pretty. The second Lily’s insults became directed at her brother-in-law, an awful man named Vernon Dursley, Petunia got all angry and shrilly like usual, and then Lily’s tongue got sharper, and –well.

Her sister had wanted to make a point, and so it was only natural that when she implied Lily was unable to get a boyfriend of her own, which was—supposedly—why she was so incredibly rude to Vernon, Lily would have blurted out that she was in fact, in a relationship, thank you very much.

In hindsight, Lily reckons she should probably get a new mouth, one that waited for her to think before it started talking. Wouldn’t that be fucking great.

ii.

When Lily comes home after school one day, she finds her sister sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a gossip magazine—either Ok! Magazine, Grazia or Marie Claire, she doesn’t really remember.

“You’re not really dating, are you, Lily?” is the first thing Petunia asks her, with her nose turned up in disgust as she stares down at her younger sister. “No respectable male would be caught dead with you.”

Lily scoffs as Petunia places down the magazine. “First of all, why do you assume it’s a guy when I’m as bisexual as they come—“

“You’re confused, is what you are—“

“—and secondly, I’m not messing with you. I have better things to do with my time than find new and exciting ways to annoy you,” she replies, rolling her eyes.

A dangerous smirk dances on Petunia’s lips, and as her eyes light up, she says, “bring him ‘round for dinner, then.”

“I will,” replies Lily, staring defiantly at her sister’s eyes, daring her to go ahead.

She watches as Petunia picks at her impeccably manicured nails. “Next Saturday, at seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”

“We won’t,” Lily snaps, her voice two octaves too high.

Petunia smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth and perfectly hydrated lips.

“Fantastic.”

iii.

She’s laying on top of Potter’s bed, with her feet hanging off from the side and her face pressed into his pillow. She lets out yet another long and pained whine, and then says, “what have I done?

“How should I know?” he replies from the leather swivel chair, biting his lip and furrowing his brown in concentration as he attempts a triple head combo on Ultimate Mecha Strike III. “The only thing you’ve done since you got her was complain about a ruined life. No clarification whatsoever.”

“It’s really bad. Like, worse than Sirius’-obsession-with-Gasolina-bad.”

He looks over at his bed and pauses the game, carefully placing the remote control on his lap.

“Get on with it, then.”

“I may have…” Lily’s cheeks are redder than her hair now, and for some reason, she can’t find it in her to face him.

“Yes?”

She gasps for air before blurting out, “I-may-have-told-Petunia-I-was-dating-someone.”

James, the idiot, throws his head back and lets out the loudest bark of laughter, one that can only be rivalled by Sirius’ that one time during the year eleven ball when they saw Dumbledore roller-blading through the venue.

“It’s not funny, Potter,” she huffs, because of course he’d revel in her agony.

“On the contrary, Evans, it’s hilarious.”

“She wants me to bring them over for dinner this weekend,” adds Lily, looking absolutely miserable, and of course, James replies by laughing even harder. “What am I going to do?”

He pauses to think for a second, furiously running his hands through his hair, when suddenly, his eyes light up.

“What?” asks Lily, mid-ponytail-adjusting.

“I could be your fake-boyfriend,” James proposes, shrugging his shoulders like it isn’t that big of a deal. (It is.)

Lily lets out a breath.

“Would you?”

“This will really annoy Petunia,” he prompts, licking his lips.

She looks down at his mouth, but shifts her attention back to his eyes before replying, “so it’s settled then.”

James stretches his hand forward. “Carved in stone.”

Lily takes it, and they both hold on for slightly longer than necessary.

“Brilliant,” she nods. “Thank you for doing this, Potter.”

“It’s no problem. I’ve always liked a good ruse.”

It’s a shame, then, that in reality Lily is completely infatuated with the bloke and would love nothing more than to grab him by the collar and shove him into the nearest closet. And, when Algernon –Potter’s cat– comes in with a bacon sandwich, it almost feels like he can sense how distraught Lily is over the whole thing.

Much later in the day—Potter invited her to stay over for dinner, because of course he did— they’re sat in his carpet, soaking up the moonlight, a bottle of rum that James nicked from Euphemia’s cabinets swinging back and forth between the pair of them.

“You were my first kiss, Potter,” Lily admits.

“You were mine, too.”

She tries convincing herself of how lucky she got, because honestly, it’s quite the perfect set-up. They’ve been mates for so long now, and she’s at his house more often than not, and he took her as his date to his second-cousin’s wedding.

Still, there’s something tugging at her heartstrings, but she vows to try her damn best to squash it. Whatever butterflies she’s got going on have got to go.

iv.

At precisely seven o’clock, Lily rings the doorbell, James at her side, holding her hand. When Petunia opens the door, he tightens his hold on it.

The house looks just like always, but tonight it feels even colder. It’s not particularly pleasant living with Petunia and her husband, but even Lily is not used to the icy blue hue that colours the kitchen. It’s the dead of winter and it almost feels like the weather is doing it on purpose. Maybe Petunia had something to do with it—she’s always liked having connections.

Petunia greets the two of them with a smile, a fake one, of course, and looks Potter up and down as if she’s testing him, as if she’s testing them. She can hear Vernon’s voice coming from the living room, rough and gravelly, and Lily hates it, hates that she feels like an outsider in her own house. James senses this, and presses a kiss on her left temple, all part of the act, nothing short of bittersweet.

They make their way to the dining table, calm and quiet, and James puts his arm around Lily’s shoulders, a silent way of telling her he’s there and she can rely on him for support.

She knows. He is her best friend, after all.

Petunia serves them meatloaf and mash, with green beans on the side. Vernon tucks right in, blissfully ignorant to Lily and Petunia’s silent argument. Vernon Dursley is not dumb, but he’s also not particularly clever, and Lily wishes that was the worst she had to say about him.

Today, however, he’s not important. What matters is that she and James make their sham of a relationship seem believable enough.

It’s harder for her than it is for him, she learns. He doesn’t have to think before reaching up to trace the back of her hand, or to flick her on the nose. Lily guesses he must have loads of practice in pretending, what with every ploy he pulls with the rest of the Marauders, his brothers in everything but blood.

And so, because he knows Petunia, James doesn’t launch into an elaborate story of how the two of them came to fall in love, and then into a relationship. Instead, he sums it up in two quick sentences, tries to act as normal as possible, and stares deep into Petunia’s eyes as if to say ‘I’m on her side.’

If Lily’s parents were here, it’d be different, he’d be different, but they aren’t. They aren’t—and well, Lily finds it best not to dwell on such things. This is what she has to deal with. This is her life now.

She is certain her sister can feel the animosity radiating from James’ body. He’s tense, and Lily can feel his leg jumping up and down in a failed attempt to let go of all the pent-up energy. She places her hand on his thigh. He looks down, and then his eyes trace the skin up her bare, freckled arm, to her exposed collarbone, to her flushed cheeks.

She’s all looks, Petunia is. Tall, thin, elegant. Sheets of blonde hair frame her face, white and pink pearls adorn her pale neckline. And when her eyes squint and her teeth show—that’s when Lily knows she’s in trouble.

*

“She saw right through us,” Lily breathes, holding her head between her hands as she crouches down on Potter’s sofa.

“You don’t believe that.”

“I do,” Lily murmurs, and then her silent sobs become louder and it doesn’t take long for her to be drowning in her own tears. It’s a good thing his parents aren’t home.

“Hey, hey, hey,” James tells her, his voice so gentle that it’s barely even there. “What’s wrong?”

She can’t really tell him, of course. Can’t tell him the way it stings, because he’s a damn good actor and she’s desperate for it to be real. It’s overwhelming, and she’s tired, and she just wants to go home, but where even is that anymore? Certainly not at the house, where she’s treated like absolute garbage, and has been for the better part of two years.

“Lily?” he asks, running his hands through his hair, making it even messier than usual, and Lily wishes it could all just stop.

“I think I’m having a panic attack,” she says, and realisation dawns upon James’ face. It doesn’t take long for him to go into full-blown nurse mode. It’s not unusual for Lily to keel over with anxiety. Now that he has a name for it, he knows how to deal with it—he’s done so before.

“Lily,” he starts, slower this time, “breathe with me, okay? We’ll count to ten.” In and out, in and out. “You’re doing great, I’m right here.”

She closes her eyes and does as she’s told, and eventually her head stops spinning and she clings onto James like he’s her only lifeline. “Thank you,” she croaks out, and he shakes his head and assures her that it was no problem.

“How can I help?” James asks, carefully sitting next to her. Lily shrugs, at a complete loss about what to do. He is, too, until an idea pops into his head, except it’s coming from a place of wishful thinking, and so ridiculous that he doesn’t know if he should share it.

Lily, of course, notices. “What is it?” she asks, biting her lip so hard it could bleed.

“We could… um…”

“Yes?” she prods.

“We could practice,” James coughs. “For when she’s around.” He can feel his flaming hot cheeks burn, but when he sees the way Lily’s shoulders relax and her eyes light up, it’s worth it.

“You don’t have to do that, James,” she tells him, in the quietest little voice. It’s sweet, and somewhat hoarse, and he’s oh so very attracted to her.

“I don’t mind.”

She bites her lip again. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Besides,” he presses, “it’s not like we’ve never done it before.”

That was true. They’d been about fourteen at the time. It had been right after school, and they were bored out of their wits and wanted to get it over with.

“So there’s no reason for it to be awkward,” Lily replies, excitement starting to bubble in her stomach.

“None at all.”

“That’s great.”

James nods. “I’m going to kiss you know.”

And so he does.

v.

It’s been two months since the beginning of their charade. Neither of them have been able to sleep, the fact that this is only a ruse tugging at their brains, ripping at their insides. It didn’t take much to convince Petunia, to be honest. She just… walked in on one of their practice sessions and that was it. That, of course, only meant that now they absolutely had to keep it going.

Besides, it’s not like they can fake-break up to get it off their backs. No, Petunia’s annoying as is, it simply wouldn’t do to add fuel to the flame. They’re too young to be prey.

It’s the beginning of March and they’re back in his room, the colourful walls mocking their shared misery. In the midst of the strained silence, Lily hears James mutter, “I can’t do this.”

“Huh?”

“This,” he says, this time a little louder, gesturing to the space between the two of them. “I can’t keep this up anymore.”

He wouldn’t. He can’t. No.

“It was your idea!” she counters, panic starting to cloud her vision. She’s desperate, scared out of her wits that this is their downfall. She can’t lose him too, not him, she’s lost so much already.

“Yeah well,” he starts, and Lily notices how he looks about to burst, “I thought I could ignore my feelings, but I guess not, uh—“ his mouth clamps shut. He’s said too much, and there’s no turning back now.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lily asks, the tiniest hint of hope flaring up inside her, and she’s trying to contain it, because it’s likely that she only heard him wrong, but she can’t. She can’t and it’s taking over.

“I’m in love with you.” It’s Earth-shattering. “I’m in love with you, and I can’t deal with it anymore. I can’t stand not knowing what’s real and what’s not, or if there’s anything real at all, because—fuck I wish it was, all of it—“

Suddenly, her body is flush against his. Their lips are tangled together and she’s prodding his mouth open, and it’s desperate, really, the way he’s clinging to her back and she to his neck.

And then, they slow down, and it soon becomes more laughter and smiling and teeth-clashing-against-teeth than actual kissing, but it’s fine, really, because now Lily has her answer. This, right here.

This was home.

Not A Kid

Originally posted by jensen-jay

Request: Could you do some Dean x (virgin, lot younger)reader kind of thing, where she is badass and hunt with Team Free Will. She is in love with Dean and he feels something for her but age gap is an issue, so he ignore her in that way. So after maybe some fight, she spills how she feels about him. He try to push her away but at the end he breaks and some fluff end kissing love making (her first), etc…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, smut


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Wrong Place Wrong Time (1)

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Part 1 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

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Word Count: 2,467 


“Chanyeol no I can’t, honestly!” You whined, trying to pull your arm out of his tight grip, but his grasp was too tight and he continued to drag you along with him.

“Quit complaining Y/N, this will all be worth it. I promise”. He dragged you round a corner and you could hear the sound of muted music not far away.
You and Chanyeol had been close friends since he was 14 and you were 12. 10 years and counting. He lived across the street from your house, you’d noticed him often and saw him in the neighbourhood of course, but you never spoke to him. It wasn’t until the day that you had realised that you were in the same school that you began to speak, sometimes he’d speak to you during lunch breaks, depending on his mood but mostly you’d walk home together or watch a film at one another’s, it always felt good knowing someone in an older year group. It had made you feel like the ‘it’ girl and you couldn’t lie about the fact that you enjoyed the jealousy that other girls elicited, he was cute after all, but you had only ever really seen him as a brother and that was good enough for you.
Ever since you had started working as an apprentice at a business firm last year, Chanyeol was constantly trying to make you spend more time with him since he didn’t really see you much in the day. He worked too, although he didn’t have specific shifts, it seemed as though he could be called out whenever. Chanyeol never really went into depth about his job and so you didn’t really know what his occupation was over the last 4 years. You assumed his job wasn’t one he could boast about and so you didn’t want to pry and push him to explain himself if that wasn’t what he was willing to do.

So here you currently were, standing outside of a club that you really didn’t have the time for and just as equally, didn’t have the desire to be at.
“Chanyeol seriously,” you groaned “I have an important meeting with the boss tomorrow, I have to be on my top form, I don’t have time for this”

“You’ve been saying that to me for the past year Y/N. You really should make time for your friends you know.” He smacked you lightly on the wrist as if scolding you and pulled you inside the club.

Music was blaring out loud, lights dancing around the room. The night was young, yet there were already a number of drunken people on the dance floor. Great, you thought to yourself rolling your eyes.

“Don’t be such a killjoy Y/N” Chanyeol nudged you in the back with his elbow. You sighed frowning up at him.

“You know I can’t stand drunken people Chan, and clubs for that matter.” You looked around the room in disgust, and felt a sense of defeat as you came to the realisation that Chanyeol would not permit you to leave anytime soon. He dragged you towards the bar and made you sit on a stool.
“I’m not thirsty” You said dully looking at how his hair that had turned a bright purple under the fluorescent lights.

“You don’t have to be.” He said, sliding a glass of something or other across the bar towards you. “Drink up” He clinked his glass against yours, and downed whatever was in his cup in one breath. You quirked your brow and shook your head at him.

“Why?” you asked, screwing your face in disgust. He laughed at your reaction and pulled a face back.
“Why not?”
You shook your head again, thinking of the many ways in which you could try to escape this situation, but nothing came to mind, so unfortunately for you, you were stuck. You tried to pass time by scrolling through your phone, whilst Chanyeol bought himself another drink and finished yours for you, when a familiar looking man walked up to the two of you. You recognised his short dark hair and big round eyes, he walked up to Chanyeol, the height difference growing even more apparent the closer he got.
“So you decided to come then?” he stared at Chanyeol, looking seriously unimpressed. Chanyeol jumped spilling some of the drink in his cup on his shirt.
“Ahhh, Shit –Kyungsoo, man what the fu- you scared me asshole.”

“Pay more attention then.” He replied in a less than bothered tone. “How many times have I told you, it’s D.O. when we’re out here!?” He paused for a moment, just noticing you were there, he glanced over at you, his expression unchanging then turned back to Chanyeol. “Why did you bring her here?”

You scoffed. Stupid prick you thought to yourself, you had bumped into Kyungsoo on more than one occasion and he made it very clear that he wasn’t your biggest fan. Although he never outwardly did or said anything to offend you, it was his expressions that pissed you off the most; he just always looked angry and unimpressed to see you, and then spoke about you to Chanyeol like you weren’t there. One time you’d even heard him say to Chanyeol that he should no longer continue to have a friendship with you, who did this prick think he was. You scoffed again looking down at your phone screen and waiting impatiently for Chanyeol to defend your honour and to be honest he wasn’t doing an amazing job at it.

“Come on Kyungsoo –”

“D.O.”

“Whatever. Look it’s not a bad night out, we’re alright tonight. Okay just chill out” he patted him on the back, and took a quick look at you over his shoulder. You were still scrolling on your screen but were looking at them in your tunnel vision. Pathetic, one of your oldest friends couldn’t even stick up for you properly.

“That’s not the point Chanyeol, how many times have I told you not to mix business with pleasure, this place isn’t a joke. You of all people should know that. Get her out of here now.” You could just about hear them over the loud music. What was Kyungsoo talking about, business and pleasure? Did Chanyeol work here at the club?

“Kyungsoo, I –”

“D.O.! God damn it Chanyeol! And no, just get her out!`” he hissed taking a quick peek at you over his shoulder then signalling for the bartender to pour him a drink. Chanyeol took a deep breath and stood up from his stool walking over to you.
“We should go Y/N” he said poking your leg playfully.
On any other day you would’ve been more than happy for him to request you leave the club. In fact 10 minutes ago you would’ve been happy at his suggestion. But now not so much, only because you felt you had to prove a point to Kyungsoo.

“No I’m fine, I’ve just started easing in” You smiled up at him, and signalled to the bartender for a drink.

“But you have work tomorrow, I wouldn’t want you to get too tired or drunk or anything” Chanyeol laughed nervously, why was he acting so strangely and why was he actually following Kyungsoo’s orders.
“Oh?” you hung your head on the side, looking directly into his eyes. “So now you care about my work? I’m fine Chanyeol I’m staying put and I handle my drink, you know getting drunk isn’t my thing.”

“You should listen to your friend” Kyungsoo said, lifting his head to look at you, his expression still blank. “This is no place for a woman who has work early in the morning. A hangover isn’t the best outfit to wear to work now, is it?”
Such a condescending bastard. You let a shaky breath through the best fake smile you could plaster on your face.
“Thanks for your concern, but once again, I can handle myself. Thanks. Kyungsoo” you added spitefully at the end. He glowered at you momentarily then dragged his eyes away and back down to his cup. You smiled to yourself and let out a breath of victory. If your friend wasn’t going to defend you, you’d do it yourself.
Just then another man approached you, He was a little bit taller than Kyungsoo and his black hair was parted down the middle, showing way to his forehead, you found that you couldn’t tear your eyes from his boxed jaw as he spoke.

“I’ve just got word from upstairs that they’re lurking. Have you got anything on you?” He looked between both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Kyungsoo nodded whilst Chanyeol shook his head

“Why haven’t you got your –” The guy paused and stared at you for a minute. Sighing heavily he turned his attention back to Chanyeol. “How many times have I told you not to bring your whores to the club Chan?”
Whore! Who the fuck was he calling a whore!?

“She’s not a whore” Chanyeol frowned, taking a step closer to you. The second guy laughed lightly and smiled and Chanyeol.
“So what is she? A ‘lady of the evening’ Chanyeolie, a whore is a whore, stop being so modest” he smiled smugly and eyed you up and down hungrily, making you feel sick. You were so ready to punch him in the face.
“She’s not a whore, she’s his friend” Kyungsoo said. His expression finally changing, into one of disgust, but it changed nonetheless.
“What” The second guy frowned, looking at your face “So you’re not a whore? Then what are you doing here?”
“No Jongdae, she’s not a whore. Stop it” Chanyeol pouted, irritation evident on his face.
Jongdae. Waste of a nice name you thought to yourself.

“Why the fuck are you calling me Jongdae out here? And where are your arms?” Jongdae flicked Chanyeol in the forehead.
“Because he’s an asshole, he’s been calling me Kyungsoo all night. And also because, again, he is an asshole” Kyungsoo grunted and threw Chanyeol a look of disgust.
Just then the music cut and you heard a loud bang. Followed by a handful of screams.
“Oh my God, what was that?” your eyes were wondering around the room frantically trying to find where the noise came from. But you couldn’t see much as there were people running about widely.
“Chanyeol I told you to get your friend out of here, what part of that didn’t you understand!” Kyungsoo shouted, this time his face was alight with rage, and he pulled out a gun from his inner blazer pocket.
Oh my God. Your eyes widened and you began to panic, why did he have a gun. What was going on. Without even having the chance to think, Chanyeol grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of the stool towards the door, but when you had reached, a lanky man standing there with what looked like a machete was blocking the exit. He smiled at you coyly causing Chanyeol to step back, his grip still tight around your wrist.
“Fuck!” He shouted running with you back to the bar where Jongdae and Kyungsoo were still standing, but this time armed.

Oh, it had just clicked. Arms.

“Why the fuck is she still here?” Jongdae screamed at Chanyeol “And why the fuck didn’t you bring your arms?”
“The doors blocked. And we were supposed to be good tonight! This isn’t my fault”
“Have you ever heard of an ambush Chanyeol? God damn it!” Jongdae ran a hand through his hair in anger.
“Stop arguing you two” Kyungsoo grumbled handing Chanyeol a glass bottle. Chanyeol knocked it against the counter of the bar, smashing the end, he was left behind with a jagged weapon.

“Chan- Chanyeol, what are you doing, what’s happening?” You whimpered, tears forming in the back of your eyes. You were so scared and you needed some air otherwise you were sure you’d pass out.
“Don’t ask him stupid questions right now whore. Can’t you see we’re busy?” Jongdae hissed at you, slipping a gun out of his back pocket and disappearing to the end of the dance floor.

“She’s seen too much” Kyungsoo shook his head at you, you were sure you’d never seen anyone so angry in your life and you were dangerously close to bursting out crying.
“Just get her out of here, through the back Chanyeol, we’ll discuss this later. Suho is not going to be happy!”
Chanyeol grabbed your wrist again pulling you towards the back of club, near the DJ kit.

“Chanyeol, what’s going on?” You cried, unable to hold back your tears any longer, you were terrified and your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

“Don’t ask me questions right now Y/N” he shouted, he sounded so hostile; he had never sounded like this before. You were wondering whether or not it was actually Chanyeol you heard, because it was impossible for such a friendly giant to be this type of way.
You had just approached the corner, about to make it out through the emergency exit when all of a sudden a man with a knife had jumped out of the shadows towards you. Chanyeol let go of your hand, pushing you to the ground. You landed hard on your back, closing your eyes wincing at the pain. When you opened your eyes again you saw Chanyeol pushing the broken bottle into the man’s neck and ripping it out again, he pushed him down on the floor beside you and stomped on his windpipe with the heel of his foot.
You let out a blood curdling scream. “Oh my God Chanyeol. You –Oh my God” You were hyperventilating shock was starting to kick in and you couldn’t breathe.
“It was either you or him, which did you prefer?!” He shouted “Now get up and let’s get out!” but you were paralysed in your spot, unable to move. Sighing he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders, running outside through the emergency exit.

You had been outside for a minute now, regaining your breath. Chanyeol had positioned you between the wall and his body so you could stay upright. Just as you were finally beginning to calm down. A car screeched to a halt beside you. It was blacked out and you couldn’t see who was in there at all. The window was wound down and a gun thrown out. Chanyeol caught it with his right hand and pushed you towards the car.

 “Get in” he said gruffly.

 “What?” You breathed, barely a whisper.

 “I said get in the fucking car Y/N and be quick about it!” He held the gun up to your head. Not making him repeat himself a second time you walked towards the back door, when it swung open from the inside.

“Get in, whore.”

Going to the Movies

Summary:  Reader and Dean go out to the movies.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1553

Warnings: SMUT (oral male receiving, fingering, unprotected sex), fluff

A/Nt:  This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge.  Congratulations Kari!  My prompt was “Going to the movies” and I chose Dean, obviously.  This is unbetaed so all errors are mine alone.

Originally posted by yofidfids

 

You walk into the bunker library to find Dean sitting in front of his laptop with a huge smile on his face.

“What’s up babe?”

“Look what I found,” he says, turning his laptop toward you.

You look at the screen; it’s a website for a drive-in movie theater a few towns over.  You grin back at him.  “I have a feeling were taking a drive tonight.”

“Y/N I’ve always wanted to go to a drive-in.  Sitting in Baby watching a movie with you sounds like a perfect night to me.”

He pulls you into his lap kissing your back.

“What do you say?  Can I take you to the movies?”

“Of course,” you say leaning sideways to look at him.

He dips you down, his lips trailing up your throat before he captures your mouth with his.  Your hand grips the back of his neck and his free arm pulls you closer as the kiss deepens.   You break away to catch your breath.  “What’s showing?”

“Who cares?”

You laugh.  “Ok, well when do we need to leave?”

“It’s a two hour drive, if we’re on the road in a half hour we could make the nine o’clock show.”

“I’ll get ready,” you jump off of his lap and dash to your room.

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I started to read fics again, and this time EVAK fics / oneshots ‘cause that’s my way to keep Skam/Evak alive on my mind, bc the show is on hiatus(?)

I’ll be updating new fics as soon as I read new ones lol

Credits to these two sweeties: @parallel-univers @valtersensei

1- The Moments In Between

“A look at the moments between O Helga Natt and Passe på meg.”

2- I’m not in love

“Even never transferred to Nissen in his third year, so they meet in college instead.
Uni AU in which Isak doesn’t believe in love but Even Bech Næsheim won’t stop kissing him.”

3- A whirlwind that’s coming ‘round

“Isak’s classmates have been looking forward to this ski trip for months. It’s supposed to be a five-day extravaganza of letting off steam, drinking, and hooking up, all under their teachers’ noses. And sure, there’s some skiing, too. But when the week finally rolls around, things get more complicated.”

4- Insomnia

“Even wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and a pillow case covered in blood and proceeds to take care of his boy.”

5- Get Rid of Her

“Even still transfers to Nissen in his third year, but Isak and Even get introduced through their parents. FriendsToLovers AU in which Isak calls Even 'bro’ a couple of times and is forced to watch old-ish movies with him in hipster movie theaters.“

6- Winter Cabin  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys.”

7- Your love is my turning page

“Isak is drunk in love. Even loves to tease him about it.”

8- Stay

After 3x08

9- That time with the body painting

“Even finds body paint and convinces Isak to let him use it.”

10- Do you think he’s in love with you?

“maybe even’s not in love with him, but he’s certainly in love with even”

✧ ( TRUE BLOOD SENTENCE STARTERS.

warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Hi, I’m looking for that thick translucent plastic sheeting. ❜
❛ Uh… We don’t sell that here. You can try at Home Depot’s.. ❜
❛ I cannot believe you don’t have that here. ❜
❛ That’s nasty talk, I won’t listen to that. ❜
❛ They ain’t scared of you, honey child. ❜
❛ When I wear makeup, I get bigger tips.  ❜
❛ Not everybody wants to have sex with you. ❜
❛ Y'all bitches don’t know what you’re missing. ❜
❛ Do you have any of that synthetic bottled blood? ❜
❛ You have any idea who you’re messing with? ❜
❛ I have no sex life to speak of, so … ❜
❛ Wonder how much one would charge for something like that? ❜
❛ Do I taste different from other people? ❜
❛ May I ask you a personal question? ❜
❛ You said you could glamour somebody into letting you bite them? ❜
❛ You don’t like not being able to control people, do you? ❜
❛ Why can’t I hear your thoughts? Do you even have any thoughts? ❜
❛ I think we need to stop seeing each other. ❜
❛ I had to bury my bloody clothes because I didn’t want my grandmother to find out. ❜
❛ Who’d have thought? Getting carded at a vampire bar. ❜
❛ They don’t die. I’ve got nothing but a future with one. ❜
❛ Take me in you. Feel me in you. We are together. ❜
❛ See bitch. You gonna wish you ain’t did that. Watch. ❜
❛ Do you think they’re capable of lovin’ a person? ❜
❛ We started many of the mysteries about ourselves centuries ago. ❜
❛ Now if I remember what feelings were, mine might be hurt. ❜
❛ Does that weird you out? We could always go someplace else! ❜
❛ Everyone has to eat, right? We are all links on the universal food chain. ❜
❛ I texted you three times… Why didn’t you reply? ❜
❛ Right now you need to do is change out of your clothes.. there’s vampire in your cleavage. ❜
❛ You’ve done this before, haven’t you? ❜
❛ I chose it. I chose it when I chose you. ❜
❛ So why don’t you go to sleep and let me be the one to worry about it. ❜
❛ So why don’t we just leave it on me, okay? ❜
❛ Oh my God, you are even better looking than you were yesterday. ❜
❛ You broke an ancient and fundamental law. ❜
❛ However, I’m feeling a bit… creative. ❜
❛ I find myself doubting whether you were ever truly human. ❜
❛ Your blood was replaced with mine. ❜
❛ I’ve been trying to explain to you at length, you have been made vampire! ❜
❛ Crap on your rules! Crap, crap, crap! ❜
❛ I don’t obey anybody! Those days are over. ❜
❛ How would you like to learn how a real vampire feeds? ❜
❛ There are others who would have done far worse and you know it. ❜
❛ Why won’t you leave me alone? ❜
❛ The vamps here are scary as shit. ❜
❛ Talk to me. Lean on me. I’ve leaned on you plenty. ❜
❛ We can go some where else if that’s how you feel about it. ❜
❛ Who cares? What matters is being with the people you love. ❜
❛ Your history is so fucked up, you have no clue what family is! ❜
❛ That’s not fair. I do have a clue. ❜
❛ This is not your territory. You have no voice here.. ❜
❛ For a vampire, you are a terrible liar. ❜
❛ What makes you think I want him back? That I’d even take him back?  ❜
❛ What are you doin’ here? I ain’t said nothin’ to nobody. ❜
❛ That can be arranged quite easily. ❜
❛ You know I don’t love you! ❜
❛ What more can I give? What is it that you want from me? ❜
❛ I let you into my house, into my bed, and into my heart. ❜
❛ All I stood for, all I believed in, I violated to be with you! ❜
❛ There are wolves in our hen house. We must defend our flock. ❜
❛ I could have you outta here in seconds. ❜
❛ The other humans wouldn’t think twice about hurting us. ❜
❛ You expect us to sit on our thumbs while you round up your men to come lynch us?  ❜
❛ I do not wish to create blood shed when none is called for. ❜ 
❛ Stand down, everyone. People, go home. It’s over now. ❜
❛ Now, I reckon I’ve already been to heaven. It was inside your wife. ❜
❛ Oh, hello darling. I was just getting to know your plaything. ❜
❛ You always did like to prey on the innocent.  ❜
❛ We had two marvelous nights in your hotel room. ❜
❛ There’s no excuse for domestic violence. ❜
❛ The bullets would’ve pushed themselves out. ❜
❛ I ain’t perfect either. I’m the guy people laugh at. ❜
❛ And how were we supposed to know that this time he meant it? ❜
❛ And who has to fucking clean that up? Me, not you, Me. ❜
❛ How’d they manage to abduct you? ❜
❛ Was it one minute or two minutes?! ❜
❛ Where were you tonight around eleven o'clock? ❜
❛ How many vampires have gone missing in your area? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the ladies room and stare at ourselves in the mirror. ❜
❛ If I do get into some kind trouble, you’ll feel it right? ❜
❛ What are you?!? What are you?!? A-a demon? A devil?! ❜
❛ Hey, Bud. Wait up. Where you going’? ❜
❛ Every time we clear one murder, two more spring up. ❜
❛ That was the best sex I’ve had in decades. ❜
❛ Didn’t you hear me? I quit! I’ve had it with this shit! ❜
❛ You should be more concerned with what I want from you. ❜
❛ Why were they all shiftin’? You almost shifted. ❜
❛ You have always so enjoyed making others suffer. ❜
❛ I welcome death because only then will I be truly free of the disease that is you! ❜
❛ Your nature?! It was never mine! ❜
❛ You haven’t suffered at the hands of others for a very long time. ❜
❛ I thought you would have been excited. ❜
❛ Fuck the Authority! It won’t be able to prove a thing. ❜
❛ Things may be getting complicated soon. ❜
❛ I’m afraid I acted somewhat impulsively while I was gone.. ❜
❛ It won’t be able to prove a thing. I made sure of that. ❜
❛ What good would it do to share my pain with you? ❜
❛ If I can’t go on, you must make a new vampire. ❜
❛ We’ve lived through so much for so long. It can’t end this quickly… ❜
❛ A hundred years I’ve been with you. ❜

Sweet Girl

Shoutout to @permanentcross and @stylesunchained for all the help and listening to me whine.
This is my first piece of writing, so please be nice!

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You knew this was a bad idea. Going to Harry’s house this evening, when you know full well you’ve been slowly growing feelings for him. Feelings for your friend, one of your best friends, feelings that shouldn’t be there.

You’ve been friends for years, but now he’s around more and you’ve spent more time together, you’ve began to feel that warm tingle inside your belly whenever you see him. You have to suppress a smile whenever anyone mentions his name to you. When you see a text from him you all but scramble to pick your phone up and reply immediately. You’ve fallen for him. And that is why going back to his house, just the two of you, is a bad idea.

You’d been out that evening with a small group of friends for dinner and drinks. Catching up, laughing and sharing bottles of champagne. Time had flown by and you’d all been saying your goodbyes before you went to call a taxi.

“You can’t get a cab all the way back to yours at this time, love. It’s bloody miles away.” Harry mutters, leaning over your shoulder to see the taxi company’s number on your phone.

“Don’t have a lot of choice, do I?” You say, turning round to face him.

“Come back to mine, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He says so casually, not knowing the feelings you’ve got festering deep inside. You feel your stomach twist into a tight knot that feels as if it could never be undone, no matter how hard you try. You want to say no, because you know spending time together alone in such close proximity would just make matters worse for you, make your feelings grow more, even though right now you don’t think that it’s possible. But you know if you say no that he’d fight it, and right now you’re too tired to fight anything alongside the internal battle you’re fighting with yourself.

“Alright then, cheers.” You politely smile, despite your hesitations, before saying your final goodbyes to your friends and go with Harry to where his driver is parked.

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You are visiting your uncle for the first time in 9 months. You’ve heard from other family members that he’s gained a significant amount of weight but you think it’s because he quit smoking. You knock on his door and are surprised by his appearance when he opens it. He stands in front of you with his arms wide open for a hug. But you’re too distracted by this big lump sticking out of him. As you go to hug him you feel slight movement from his belly which presses against your flat tummy. “Ah my nephew! How the hell are you!? Haven’t seen ya in a while!” He grunts under his breath as if he is tired and out of breath. “Yea I see you’ve put on a few pounds huh?” You say smiling as you poke his enormous ball belly. “Yea I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something” he says as he waddles to the couch. He plops down lazily and says “would you tie my left shoe first though? I haven’t been able to reach my feet in months haha” you walk over and kneel down to tie his shoe, confused but obediently. As you look up he begins to rub his beg belly as if to draw attention to its heaviness. “Oof so i haven’t just put on weight because of food… your uncles got two big boys growin’ in this here big ol belly…oof…I’m due any day now actually ” you look up at him in shock. But oddly turned on by the way he yanks his shirt up, exposing his big perfectly round lump of a belly. He grunts and groans as he opens his legs to accommodate this growing gut. He lifts his heavily pregnant belly slightly so that it is completely out and bulging over his tight belt. “Well I’m happy you’re having twins but why didn’t you tell me? I wound’ve come over a long time ago to help take care of you and these two” you say smiling as you reach up to pat his belly. “Yea I’m gonna need all the help I can get around here … these two big boys are heavy and boy do they love to kick me in the ribs! …why don’t you do your uncle a favor and grab that lotion sittin’ over there and rub it onto this big ol gut of mine… it’ll feel good and maybe even calm these two down. ” you di as you’re told and rub the lotion all over your uncles growing stomach…

anonymous asked:

It's killing me because every time he leaves I tell myself,this is the last time and ill never go back to him I tell myself he's hurt me enough,but every time he comes back with open arms and I go running into them like nothing bad ever happened between us,when I was young I thought love was roses,dates and all round happiness between two people I thought it was being there for each other through everything always supporting someone else but maybe love is forgiving someone who isn't even sorry.

No baby, love is choosing yourself first. It is standing up for yourself, and not letting someone hurt you time and time again. Love is having the strength to walk away when you know in your heart of hearts that it’s the right decision to make. It’s putting yourself first, out of self-care, out of self-respect. You shouldn’t have time for someone who flits in and out of your life like you don’t matter. You shouldn’t have time for someone who doesn’t love you the way you deserve.

Remember, love yourself first. Always, always love yourself first.

magnusbaene  asked:

how about some squad observing magnus and alec being in love? alternatively: magnus and alec in the institute, being competent but also cute af, if you'd like ♥

the institute is a steady buzz of activity when alec finally escapes from his meeting, hours of back and forth with stubborn clave ambassadors refusing to admit that there was still immediate danger, even with Valentine in chains. Someone had taken the soul sword, and Valentine was way too calm for a monomaniac in custody. in the end alec had decided to ignore their advice, which was quite plainly that they should fix up the wards and resume business and usual, and would instead lead an investigation into the missing mortal instrument himself.

when he finally reaches the ground floor, exhausted and irritable, he finds a certain warlock leaning casually against one of the desks, deep in conversation with clary. it makes alec smile, the tension in his shoulders falling away the closer he gets and it makes something soften inside that magnus falters mid-sentence to fix alec with a comforting smile. “rough day at the office?” he asks, producing a cup of to-go coffee and a paper bag, “i brought you breakfast”

“if that’s a croissant from the Parisian bakery i will marry you right now” alec tells him, stealing a soft kiss and gladly accepting the proffered food. beside magnus, clary offers alec a warm smile. that’s a thing they’re doing now, smiling at one another; tentatively easing into the kind-of-almost friendship they’d thought about before everything happened with clary’s mom. 

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