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RFA+V+Saeran: Smut #1 (Part 1)

Requested by an anon: ″Hello! My request is RFA+V+Saeran react to seeing Mc naked in the shower. Like smut and fluff please!!! Thanks <3″
Because this is multi characters so i’ll make it short for each of them. Hope you’re ok with this anon~

Side note: Because I don’t do headcanons, so I do mini fics but it’ll be too long. So for this #1, I break it into two parts. Starting from next request which will be up after #1 Part 2, I will choose 4 characters that I feel I may do a better job.
Also, I didn’t do shower for all character. I change the setting a bit.

Warning: SMUT!

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Yoosung:
I’ve been playing LOLOL all night and realize just how late it has gotten. I tell the guild’s members that I’ll stop temporarily to go take a nice shower then be back soon. With that, I stand up and make my way towards the bathroom. Perhaps my mind is too occupied by the game that I don’t notice the noises from inside at all. I open the door and the moment I do, I hear high pitch scream.
“Mc!?”

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fwb // harry styles oneshot

The moment Harry entered your place, using the key you had left him, he was met with the sight of you in his black mesh see-through shirt that he had left at your place a couple of months back, your bum peeking out from underneath it and he silently growled from the fact that you were wearing his favourite red lace underwear.

You turned around at the sound of the door opening and you greeted him with a bright toothy grin, one that looked so innocent and sweet, one that contradicted heavily with what you were wearing. He cursed under his breath when he found his shirt unbuttoned, your sternum and part of your chest out on display. He approached you slowly and slid his hand under your shirt and around your waist, his lips pressing to your cheek and then very quickly letting go.

“Nice outfit.” Harry smirked down at you, stepping away and taking off his boots, leaving them neatly by the door.

“Thanks. I know.” you chuckled slightly, amused at his greeting.

You both stalked to the kitchen and he sat at one of the stools, his phone in his hands, typing away.

“So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a bit.” you broke the silence, preparing him and yourself some coffee.

“V’ been good. Great, actually. You know I’ve been busy with the album and promo and what not. But it’s a good time.”

The last time you saw Harry was about a month or two ago, and you two had spent the morning sprawled between the sheets savouring your time together.

“Well glad to know the rockstar cut some time out of his very busy schedule to come hang out with me. I’m honoured, really.” 

“Will always have time for you, petal, you know that.”  

You smiled at his sweet tone. You handed him his cup and climbed up the kitchen island to sit close to him, your feet dangling and occasionally touching his thigh.

“You know petal? Spending these past two months without you made me realize how much I miss having you around.” He grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to him so that your knees would be surrounding his figure.

“Hm. Don’t you go soft on me, Styles.” You raised an eyebrow at his behaviour. You weren’t complaining, it was just odd. You usually spent your time teasing each other or making snarky comments. So, him being all sweet and nice was something you still weren’t sure what to think of.

“Oh, and I also missed fucking your tits.” He added, with a straight face, his head coming to lay on your chest. You laughed loudly at his comment, your hand weaving through his hair and massaging his head.

“There you go, I thought I lost you for a second in the midst of all that lovey dovey shit.” 

“But I really did miss you though,” he mumbled against your chest.

You lifted up his chin and locked eyes. “I’ve missed you too.”

When you leaned in to kiss his nose, his eyes fluttered shut. He felt frightened by the way that simple little action made his heart beat faster, and ignited a flame in his whole body.

You pulled away and jumped off the counter too quickly for his liking and he pouted at you.

“Listen, I’m gonna go take a shower really quickly, and then I’m going to give you all my time for the rest of the day, okay rockstar?”

“Can I join you?” 

“No, I said it was going to be quick, and we both know you and I have very different interpretations of the word ‘quick’.”

“Fine.” He huffed out, getting up from his spot and moving to the couch.

“Won’t be gone for too long.” You assured him again and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

As he sat on the couch, Harry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He had missed you. A lot. Not just the time you spent together fucking each others’ brains out. But, your post-sex cuddles, your useless and silly conversations, all the inside jokes that you’ve accumulated throughout your time of knowing each other, the way you looked sleeping next to him, your blushing cheeks whenever he pinched your bum whilst cuddling, the way you would sometimes pinch his as payback, and your laugh. Fuck, he loved your laugh.

He was stunned by his own thoughts. He wanted to tell you everything he thought of you, but he was certain that you would undoubtedly end the agreement you two had set up, and he would probably never see you again. That would kill him. So, for now, he would just keep his mouth shut.

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A/N: this was so fucking bad omg, but feel free to tell me your opinions anyway lmao

anonymous asked:

It's like Jimin knows exactly what his hand on Kook's neck does to him, because Kookie just goes pliant. I'm still..? I don't even know, I'm speechless. This moment says so many things, oh God.

《● I am not saying this is becoming my favourite Jikook moment , but this is becoming my favourite Jikook moment (Before it was properly the one where Jungkook closed his eyes when he back hugged Jimin). Did you see how Jimin slowly rub his hand across his neck forward then back Jimin’s fingers applying pressure on Jungkook’s neck ?! It was near his vein I think. I lost it at that point ! And then he ajdbdhbfjg , I can’t get enough of Jikook!

● Im so.. the way jimin slides his hand slowly across jk’s neck and kinda digs his fingers in is just wow.. i can’t blame jk when he reacted instantly like that and closed his eyes… and it looked so natural for them and jin kinda freaked out omg.. makes me wonder what are the actual boundaries those two have crossed.. they always have some sort of vibe between them that makes me feel some type of way. there’s definitely something going on between them whether they told one another or not. Shit 》
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Is his reaction due to the fact that it was Jimin touching him or is his neck one of his sensitive points or both.. the way Jimin lightly slided his hand and then the pressure he put, i guess he would know about it. Gonna stop talking about that hand on neck thing cause it was…yeah.
The whole thing seemed natural though and its not the first time jimin leans on him like that faces really close (he actually did it in the middle of a concert) so I guess it’s normal for them whatever it means (it’s probably how he greets him in the morning go figure). Jimin kinda wandered to the side a bit like “did i just do that in public” when the fans screamed but Jungkook definitely doesn’t have any boundaries when he is the one initiating skinship with Jimin.
Jungkook’s face though…. I could talk about it for hours. As soon as he felt jimin’s hand on his ear the boy was gone. Did he have to close his eyes and smile like that, that utter enjoyment on his face sends me.

“This is the perfect day.“

The soft rustle of leaves above them caused Arizona to cast her eyes skyward, and as the breeze lightly fluttered around them, she smiled as a single red leaf came slowly spiralling down, landing on her arm with a feather-light touch.

"Almost.”

Callie leaned over, her fingers brushing blonde strands away from the other woman’s face, and she dipped her head, dropping a soft, sweet kiss on waiting lips.

“Now it’s perfect.”

The sparkle in Arizona’s blue eyes was enough to set Callie’s heart racing, and as the smaller woman laughed in delight she reached up to tug Callie down towards her again, this time deepening their kiss for a long moment before letting go. Her long hair was spread across the fleece blanket under them, the picnic basket long forgotten as they simply laid together under the bright October sunshine. It was an unseasonably warm day for Seattle, and with their young daughter away at a birthday party for the afternoon, the two women had decided to take advantage – a decision that both of them were ecstatically happy about right now.

“Do you remember the first time you took me to this park?”

Arizona turned her gaze toward her wife as she voiced the question, and nodding slowly, the other woman replied, her hand coming to rest comfortably along Arizona’s abdomen.

“Of course. It was our fourth date. You were wearing that satiny white top I liked, and your hair was straightened, but starting to curl cause it had rained that morning.”

She snaked her hand along the soft, cotton long-sleeve that adorned the blonde today, slipping underneath it to trail across the smooth, silky skin at her waist.

“I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

“Sweet talker.”

“I mean it, Arizona,” her fingers tracing lightly across the skin of her wife’s stomach, Callie leaned in and kissed her once again, “You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Arizona’s fingers wound their way into a long, dark ponytail and she sighed happily, tugging at the other woman until her upper body covered her own, deepening their kiss again with the gentle bite of a lower lip. She didn’t care that they were in a public park, that the wind was picking up and leaving goosebumps along her chilled skin – she had never been happier than this very moment, and she wanted nothing more than to memorise the taste and the feel and the love of the woman beside her.

“I love you. I’m so in love with you, Calliope.”

“Say it again.”

Kissing the blonde slowly, Callie murmured the words against soft lips, her own hand slipping into the silky, wind-swept hair on the blanket below. Her heartbeat sped up, a smile threatening to overtake her face, and although she could feel the emotion passing between them she simply wanted to hear it again. She would never tire of hearing it.

“I love you.

She couldn’t help it then – the words overwhelming her in the best possible way – and she pulled back only a fraction as a smile lit up her expression. Dark eyes met the lighter ones below, and she let her hand trace the perfect contour of Arizona’s jaw, stopping only to capture a strand of blonde as it fluttered again in the breeze, twining it lightly around her fingers.

“I love you too. I’m so happy that I found you.”

Brushing their lips together again, Arizona hummed contently, blinking up at the sky as Callie leaned back and away, taking her warmth with her.

“We have to pick up Sofia soon.”

The blonde pushed herself up too, tugging her sweater around her body as she sat up and glanced at her watch. She leaned in to kiss her wife once more, laughing softly as Callie turned her head and her lips made contact with a cheek instead. Completely oblivious to the other woman pulling out her phone, Arizona simply sighed, closing her eyes as she nuzzled close, her heart full and content and wanting to stay in this moment forever. It was only the soft click of the camera that brought her out of her reverie, and she opened her eyes, turning to see the brunette holding the phone out in front of them, a grin etched across her face.

“Callie! Some warning next time!”

“Mm, nope,” capturing the smaller woman’s lips, Callie reached up, plucking a piece of fallen leaf from blonde hair, “candid is so much better.”

She pulled back, swiping her thumb across the small screen to open up the photo album, and her smile grew tenfold as she looked at the perfect moment captured in front of her. She quickly typed out a text, sending the photo to Arizona, and as the blonde’s phone chimed quietly beside them, she looked up with a grin, blue eyes meeting hers. The blonde picked up the device and opened it, and the look that flashed across those eyes was one that Callie would never forget. Arizona smiled slowly, her face lighting up the space between them, and she simply gazed at the small photo – a moment in time that conveyed the most beautiful, irrevocable love between them.

“I have a leaf in my hair.”

Callie laughed then, finding Arizona’s free hand and tangling their fingers together between them.

“I know. It’s perfect.”

Blue eyes gazed at the photo again, and they lingered over the simple message written above. They looked so happy. So in love. Callie was right – it was perfect.

May we always be this happy, my love.

Arizona pulled her hand back, her thumbs quickly moving across the screen as she sent a text back, and she glanced toward the other woman with a smile as she watched her read the reply. She leaned her head on Callie’s shoulder, and a strong, warm arm immediately wrapped around her, pulling her close for one more minute before they really did have to leave. 

We will be.

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Thanks to @heelyqueen for the pic and the inspiration :)

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Are You Drunk? || Tyler Down x Reader

I’ve legit had this idea in my head for days. Tyler getting drunk for the first time is my religion.

Word Count: 790

Warnings: Drunkenness

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    When your parents had said they were going on vacation the week before your birthday, meaning you would have free reign of the house, you knew exactly what you were going to do; throw the party to end all parties.

    After nearly a month of planning, and one long night of shopping, everything had been put into place. Everyone who was remotely decent would be coming, no jerk-offs invited. Especially not Bryce, even though he offered to bring beer. You had very un-gently let him know that you had Jeff Atkins for that.

    So the night arrived and now here you were, cheering alongside a few other people who you had yet to learn the names of as a pair of girls started doing body shots.

    You felt a tap on your shoulder, and when you looked to see who it was you were greeted by the nervous face of Clay Jensen. He said something, but with the music blasting so loudly you couldn’t quite make it out. You gave him a confused look. He grabbed your shoulders, pointing you in the direction of the kitchen.

    Your eyes widened when you caught site of Tyler, who was half falling out of a bar stool, his face squished uncomfortably against the countertop. He had at least five bottles sprawled around his feet, and that was just what you could see.

    You gave Clay a pat on the shoulder and nodded, slipping through the crowd. Once you had made it to the kitchen you approached Tyler slowly, placing a hand on his lower back.

    “Ty,” you said softly. “You okay?”

    He groaned loudly, flexing his fingers. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, wobbling unsteadily, despite the fact that he was sitting down. He looked around, squinting at the party going on just in the other room. “Wha- I donnn’-” he slurred. “Heyy, babyy.”

    You resisted the urge to laugh. “Oh, okay. You’re one of those types of drunks.” You picked up one of the empty bottles, tossing it in the trash. “How many did you have?”

    He shrugged his shoulders sloppily, nearly toppling out of his chair. You caught him by the waist, comparing the way his long legs stumbled to a newborn deer trying to walk. “Prolly’ like, uhhh, ssseven,” he replied.

    “Seven?” you asked. “Come on. Let’s get you some water.”

    “No!” he snapped. His voice came out louder than even he was expecting, apparently, because he took a moment to recompose himself. “I havta tell you ssomethin’.”

    “You can tell me later,” you replied.

    He grunted, forcing himself out of the chair and onto his feet. You kept an arm around his waist, supporting him as he nearly tripped over his own two feet. When he tried to grab another beer from the fridge, you steered him away and towards the stairs.

    “Okay, sweetheart,” you said, guiding him carefully up each step. “I think you need to go lay down in my room.”

    “I havta tell youu,” he said again.

    You ignored him, pulling him down the hall and into your bedroom. You brought him towards your bed, chuckling as he fell backwards onto it. You untied his shoes and pulled them off, chucking them somewhere to the side.

    “Beer is grrreat,” he slurred as you pulled the blankets out from under him.

    “Mmhm,” you hummed.

    As you were fixing the pillows behind his head, he grabbed your wrist, pulling hard. You lost your balance, toppling over onto his chest. He rolled over, trapping you beneath himself. His lips found the crook of your neck easily, leaving a trail of careless, wet kisses.

    “Okay, time to move,” you gasped, squirming beneath him. “Tyler, come on.”

    His curly, disheveled hair tickled your cheek as he moved to your collarbone, his hands beginning to wander down. You pressed your palms flat against his chest, trying to push him off. The harder you tried, the heavier he seemed to become.

    “Ty,” you whispered.

    His hands found the hem of your shirt, not wasting a moment before pushing up underneath it, smoothing against the skin of your stomach. You bit back a pleased sigh, trying to find some other way to take control.

    You hated to admit that you were enjoying yourself. You couldn’t. Not like this, while he was drunk off of his ass.

    He stopped suddenly, collapsing onto his side. His breathing slowed from a pant to a steady rise and fall. Just when you thought he had fallen asleep, he motioned for you to come closer. You moved onto your knees, leaning in to listen.

    “I hadta tell youu that I, um, neverr had alcohaall beforre,” he murmured.

    You sighed, a smile itching at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, I figured.”

Isak + the Boys fic

Title: What were you afraid of?

Summary: Isak and the boys have a talk about the amazing-ness that is Evak and Isak’s sexuality. (this story is also posted on my ao3: briennejamie)


“I don’t actually believe that’s possible.”

Magnus, Mahdi, Jonas, and Isak were sitting on the floor of Jonas’s living room surrounded by snack food and beer cans while Star Wars: A New Hope played on the T.V. as background noise. As usual, Mahdi and Magnus were having a “friendly” argument about something stupid while Jonas and Isak enjoyed the free entertainment. 

“Or, maybe, it is possible, and you’re just dumb,” Mahdi joked. Isak and Jonas laughed while Magnus gasped, putting a hand to his chest, in mock offense.

“Dumb? Me? Excuse me, I am well fucking versed in- you know- tons of shit. Intelligent shit. You’re just mad because I’m right,” Magnus spat. Jonas and Isak continued to lose their shit laughing. Mahdi just shook his head.

“I can’t believe you bro,” he said, giving up on trying to convince Magnus of anything. The guy was really stubborn about certain things. 

“All right, all right,” Jonas interrupted, hoping to prevent any more bickering, “Let’s just talk about something else, yeah? Like, school or girls or some shit. Anything but this,” he laughed. 

“Fine. I’ve got something then, how’s Evak?” Magnus decided on. Isak looked up in surprise, as suddenly the attention was on him. 

Isak laughed a little. “Uh, good. It’s good. Great, actually,” he said, nodding his head. Magnus immediately smiled, Mahdi nodded contently, while Jonas just looked at him.

“So, all of that shit, with his girlfriend, the bipolar disorder, and all of that, that’s done?” Jonas asked. Isak could see his best friend’s concern. He knew that ever since the beginning of Isak and Even’s relationship Jonas has been worried about him. He saw it in Jonas’s eyes when the boys first met Even, and he saw it during Christmas in the way Jonas looked between the two of them hesitantly. Jonas just wanted to make sure Isak was okay, he always wanted that.

“Yeah, that’s all done. Sonja’s out of the picture, and we’ve talked about his bipolar disorder and everything so it’s chill.” Jonas nodded his head at Isak’s words, contented.

“So,” Mahdi began after a beat of silence, “do you like, love him or whatever?” he asked. 

Isak was surprised that it was Mahdi who asked him of this, he always seemed the most uninterested in Even and Isak’s relationship. But maybe he just didn’t like to pry.

Isak licked his lips. “Yeah, yeah I do,” he nodded. Mahdi smiled at him.

Magnus looked ecstatic. “Oh, my god, honestly, Evak forever,” he exclaimed, his voice raised up the octave tripping over the word “evak”. The boys laughed at his enthusiasm. 

“Yeah, man, you know, he’s just amazing,” Isak continued. “Like, I honestly never thought that I would meet someone, especially someone as great as him.”

Magnus raised his eyebrow. “Why not, bro? You managed to get every chick you set your sights on before. Why did you think that you’d never meet someone?”

His curiosity was genuine. For once, Isak felt like he could talk about this kind of stuff. Before, he’d have shied away from any question remotely personal, except with Jonas. Now, he knew that these were the guys that would stick by him through any shit he could lay down.

“With girls… with girls it didn’t matter. I didn’t give a shit if I fucked up, if they rejected me or whatever. Like, I never thought that I’d ever actually date another dude despite being, you know- gay.” Isak looked up from his hands, feeling vaguely uncomfortable with the eyes of his friends on him.

Jonas was lightly nodding his head, Isak could see that he understood. 

Magnus didn’t. “Wait, so you were just gonna like, keep dating girls and shit, and just, I don’t know, eventually marry some girl even though you’re gay?” Isak would almost be offended if Magnus didn’t sound so confused and concerned.

“I don’t know if I would have actually made it that far. But yeah, that was my plan,” Isak admitted. 

“You know that being gay isn’t a bad thing, right?” Mahdi asked, letting his worry slip through. 

“I know.” Isak let himself smirk a bit when saying this. It felt strange looking back on everything, on every idiotic expectation he set for himself, every stereotype he tried so hard to fight against becoming. It all seemed so far away.

“So… what were you afraid of?”

Isak turned to his best friend, who, of course, asked the only question that really mattered.

“I guess I just didn’t want to be some stereotype. I didn’t want people to look at me differently, think about me differently, talk about me behind my back. I didn’t want all the weird expectations that come with being gay. I didn’t want my parents to hate me, because I can never be all the things they used to talk about. I especially didn’t want you guys to treat me differently, to think that you couldn’t talk about girls just cause I couldn’t give less of a shit, to think that I wasn’t worth your time.”

After a long pause, Mahdi was again the first to speak. “Well, I don’t know about all that other shit. But with us, you’re chill. You don’t have to worry about any of that shit.” 

Isak nodded. “I know that. At least, now I do. I never really thought you guys would hate me or some shit, I was just too far into my own head about all of it.”

The boys all made their little indications of understanding. Jonas was even smiling a bit.

“Cool bro, as long as you know you can come to us about this shit,” Jonas said.

Isak nodded. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Magnus interrupted, “time for the real question.” The boys couldn’t hide their amusement as they looked at their overly excited friend.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be,” Isak asked, snark slipping into his tone.

Magnus took a breath in preparation. “Who’s hotter: Ryan Gosling or Ryan Reynolds?”

Mahdi and Jonas couldn’t help but laugh, quite loudly for that matter. Isak nodded his head slowly, putting his overly exaggerated contemplating face on.

“Hmm… Ryan Gosling, hands down,” Isak decided, laughing when he saw Mahdi’s incredulous expression.

“What! C’mon man, Ryan Reynolds is way better than Ryan Gosling,” Mahdi exclaimed.

“I thought I was the gay one here,” Isak joked. The laughing in the room intensified, Jonas was even bent over holding his abdomen.

“Yeah, but like, compared to Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds is clearly the superior choice,” Mahdi reasoned. Isak smiled, the image of his blonde dork of a boyfriend flashing into his mind.

“I have a type, I guess.”

Jaebum Im As A Boyfriend

-Both in personality and in Zodiac. JB is a Capricorn


-Matching couples outfits! Lots of them in black. 

“Black is a nice color, Jagi, just wear it you look cute.” 

Originally posted by jitonic

-Him being annoyed at how you coo at him when he smiles, but it makes him smile even bigger. 

“Aww, Bummie!”

                           “Stooop!” *Covers his face with a pillow*

-As a Capricorn it’s hard to win over JB, he takes love slow and methodical; but once he’s yours he will stay committed for life. 

-Cats. You must love cats, everything about them and want to have multiple cats. You’ll have five cats, an all white one, an all black one, one gray one, and two plain colored kitties.

“You kiss those cats more than you do me.” 

      “Jealous much?” *says while cuddling his favorite kitty*

-Holiday cards featuring you, Jaebum and the cats in matching sweaters. 

                                          *Don’t question it.*

-Having chill moments where you guys don’t talk you just enjoy each others presence and read, or watch TV. He’s quiet a lot, just thinking, recharging his batteries. Don’t think he’s mad, he’s just deep in thought. 

Originally posted by curlstae

-Born under the sign of the Capricorn, Jaebum shows his feelings for you through his actions and not his words. He may not say much; but what he does shows you how deeply he truly cares. Holding your hand, touching your face, bringing you food, genuinely asking about your day. 

-He loves taking pictures. Capturing your side profile in light, him behind you while you’re cooking. Maybe it translates into the bedroom. He’ll save the good ones in a folder marked: Jagi and Bummie.

-Subtle skinship. Your his, you know this but the way he slides his hand into yours when you’re sitting down. Or how his arm wraps around your waist when you’re watching the sunset confirms this. He’s all about the right touch at the right time. 

Originally posted by j-miki

-Those damn meme faces. You’re in the middle of a conversation and boom, blank faced stare. You’re sitting there wondering if he farted or if he’s contemplating black holes affect on space-time.

            “JB, do you hear me?”

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes

-Capricorns don’t usually have a big circle of friends. They prefer small, intimate relationships with people they can trust and depend on. Being a dependable sign themselves, this matters to them. The fact that Jaebum holds you so close is a sign of this. 

-He loves soul music, and you’ll constantly have him singing in your ear. Crooning some new hit by The Weeknd, Zayn, or someone. Walking in on him hitting that perfect note, and he just stares at you like: Yea, I did that. 

-Knowing that he has his moods, and gets angry easily. He doesn’t like to take his anger out on you so he just asks for his space.

    “Jaebum…I”

           “I know >>>, just give me my space. I love you, but let me blow off some steam.” 

-He acts tough and cool, like nothing bothers him but he’s actual sweet and his feelings do get hurt. He probably doesn’t want you to know that, but he wishes you’d understand words bother him too. 

    “I have feelings too >>>, sometimes you just say shit like I don’t have a heart.” 

-He’s a protector. 

That’s one thing he will never back down from. He will stand up for you, your relationship and your love. JB doesn’t like to be bullied, and he can definitely dish out the sass. Don’t mess with his friends, or his woman. 

     “I would hope you weren’t talking to her. Idol or not I’ll kick your ass up and down this street.” 

-Capricorn JB knows how to manage time and money. You may think he doesn’t pencil you in, or think about you during his busy schedule; but he’s planning time ahead to see you and make you feel like his princess. Capricorns are hard workers, and realize hard work brings success, but they also know how to manage that time for important things and people. 

-Be prepared for Jinyoung and Youngjae to be your best friends. The people he is the closets to, would naturally be closest to you. Don’t be too jealous, that he hugs Youngjae in his sleep when they have to share a bed. 

Originally posted by wangmins

-Slow, sensual kisses. The kind that come from nowhere. You’re loading the dishwasher, and he comes over taking the plate out of your hand. Back against the counter, his warm hands cup your cheeks, as he moves his lips over yours. Tickling breaths against your mouth, he presses his lips against yours. Once, twice, the full effect of his mouth on yours, slowly driving your mad. 

-Teasing touches. He’s the type to squeeze your ass when no one is looking, or slap it coming down a hall. Pretending to not know whats going on when someone looks around. He kisses your knuckles with one hand on thigh. 

-Daddy in the bedroom. Nothing else leave your mouth, don’t let him have to tell you twice. Behind you with a handful of coils, curls or kinks he’s pile driving into you, teeth on your earlobe asking you just who you belong to. 

  “Say it, come on yobo I wanna her you.” 

       *you groaning as he gives your read end a slap*

   “Harder daddy.” 

         “That’s my girl.” 

The glory that is Jaebum shall not belong to just anyone! The perfect sweet and sassy girl, who can pull off a cute look one moment and melt ice with a piercing stare the next shall be his. JB is a man of action but also one to take it slow and plan out his next move. He’s methodical, yet daring. A soulful creature yearning to find the one he sings about in love songs. 

anonymous asked:

I really love your art. Could you possibly show us your way of drawing different body shapes?

Sure!

This will go well with my thoughts on developing your own style, and it uses same basic principles as my tutorial about cartoony skulls, meaning it’s all about simple shapes!

Here’s some sketches of two basic body types on the left, and two more shapely/complex ones on the right;

If you haven’t noticed the basic difference right away; the heavy body type has round, soft lines, while the slim one has sharp lines and corners.

If you want to draw a heavy-set person, you should stick to softly curved lines, while if you want to draw someone who’s slim, the sharper the lines and corners, the skinnier they would seem.

A curvy female figure can often have sharp and round lines, giving it a very dynamic feeling.

A muscular male figure often appears very triangular, with the triangle pointing downwards, while a female figure is pear-shaped / a triangle pointing upwards.

Ok so I finished these and they were just kinda weird floating dismembered torsos so I added something to make them nicer to see;

First there’s the skinny two;

A female body tends to have a bottom-heavy figure, while male body is often top-heavy (but that’s not always the case, figures can be very different).
I added some bottom curves to the left one and wider shoulders to the right one to show that the triangles pointing up/down can be applied even to characters who don’t have a very shapely figure.

Next is the chubby two;

How fat is distributed in a human body is important to know when drawing heavier characters; a female body will primarily become bottom-heavy, while a male body will generally gain a big stomach area.

Also! Pay attention to lines on this one and the previous one; notice that the skinny two have many straight lines in their figure, while nearly all the lines on the heavy two are curved.

Lastly, they shapely two;

These two have their fair share of curved and straight lines, generally with a female shape there’s more curved, less straight, and with male shape there’s more straight, less curved.

The curved/straight line dynamic is the most important one when it comes to drawing different body types.

Often (but not always) starting / young artists have a much easier time drawing skinny people, because your hand is still stiff and in search of style.
As your hand gets looser, you become more familiar with round shapes - they come more naturally, and you add layers of thickness to your figures. 

It can be hard to get the right curve and get the body looking right - and study of anatomy will help you IMMENSELY with that might I add - once you get comfortable with drawing curves, they can easily become one of the most fun things to draw.

One suggestion I have about drawing curved lines is, don’t go steady. Don’t draw them slowly and carefully, just release your hand, and do it over and over and over until you get it right. Pretty sure I suggested this in my style ramblings but, drawing croquis is a GREAT help to get familiar with the human figure and it’s curves.

So that’s about it, I hope this helped!

ONE FOR THE ROAD, ONE FOR ME - CHAP ONE, 3.2K

(also on AO3)

The first chapter of my fic for @shippingwithstiles day 3!!! i’ve still got another scene or two to write before it’s finished, but i wanted to make sure i got it posted on the right day lol.

shout out to @inell for convincing to write this and being hella helpful and sweet, and to @thedaughterofkings for being as wonderful a beta a cheer-reader as always, and one more to @iamsorrymyfriendbutwedonot for some close editing!!

April 3rd - Black Magic (Supernatural Stiles)

[and also secretly April 2nd-I Kissed a Girl (Stiles/female), snuck into the background to make up for missing that day lol]


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Allison didn’t look too great when she answered her front door. Well, really, she looked the same as she always did—obnoxiously pretty and generally well-put-together—but she didn’t have the same warm smile on her face that she usually did when she greeted Stiles. Instead she looked kind of grim, a frown on her lips and a little crease of worry between her eyebrows.

“Hey, Stiles,” she said. “Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime. What’s up? Your text sounded kind of urgent.”

She stepped back to let him through the door and closed it behind him, ushering him into the apartment.

“I might have a tiny situation,” she admitted. “Or potentially not-so-tiny, I don’t know yet.”

“Okay,” Stiles said slowly, following her down the short hallway to a home office type room. He leaned into the doorway, hands in his pockets and watched curiously as she came to a hover in the middle of the room. “And you call me for this situation? Just me? Seems more like a Scott thing. He’s usually the one everyone goes to for situations.”

“He’s busy with alpha things,” Allison said distractedly. Her hands flitted over the back of her dad’s desk chair for a moment, then skipped over to the nearest shelf to run along the spines of the books there. Her eyes were just as restless, darting around the room on a loop without ever settling on anything. “And anyway, I don’t think his help is the kind I need. This is more up your alley.”

“Feel free to tell me what ‘this’ is anytime,” Stiles said mildly.

He couldn’t think what kind of thing would be up his alley but not Scott’s, unless it was specifically a magical problem. But even then, most people would go to Deaton before him, which was understandable. As strong as his spark was and as much progress as he’d made so far, he still wasn’t up to Emissary level yet. He was still an apprentice, at least technically speaking. And besides, he felt like Allison would’ve said magic right off the bat if that had been the case.

No reason for her to be this cagey if it was magic. It was kind of making him jumpy. He wasn’t nervous yet, per se. He wasn’t getting any overwhelming sense of impending doom like he did with a lot of the situations the pack had found itself in over the years, but the way Allison was biting her lip and twisting her fingers around each other wasn’t particularly reassuring either.

Abruptly, Allison turned to face him fully and let out a quick breath.

“Dad went on a hunting trip,” she said bluntly. “And he hasn’t come back yet.”

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Alien Children

((fic by @pomrania, in the Blind Faith AU. More of this might or might not get written in the future. Anyone who recognizes the Nightside reference here receives the knowledge that I think they have good taste in books.))

She had seen the two before. They hung around looking for odd jobs they could do; always together, never apart. She thought they were male, but it was so hard to tell with aliens. The little skin they exposed – how fragile were these creatures? – was closer in colour to bone than anything healthy. They had entirely too many fingers, and their heads were smooth and hornless, like a baby’s.

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SHE WAS MY PURPOSE

You have cancer but Justin stands you up in your date.- pt 3

PART ONE     PART TWO

JUSTIN’S POV

The waiting room was empty from what I could see, no one occupying it exept for the receptionist who was typing away at her computer. I slowly took a seat with a loud and nervous sigh escaping my lips in the process. In a doubled over position, I rubbed my hands across my face and tapped my foot on the floor anxiously. She was going to be okay. She had too.

I texted Hailey earlier, informing her that I made it to the hospital and was outside waiting but I never got a reply. After a while of anxiously waiting in the room, sniffling was heard coming from down the hall. My head snapped up only to spot Kendall making her way over to me, wiping away a few tears.

I shot up out of my chair and ran over to her, engulfing her in a comforting hug. “Kendall, what’s happening? Where is She?” I anxiously asked.

“S-She’s in recovery. Her surgery just finished but she hasn’t woken up yet. They won’t tell us anything until she does.” Kendall sniffed.

I looked up out at the direction she had just came from, to spot Hailey exiting a room. That has to be Y/N’s. With one more comforting squeeze toward Kendall, I quickly left the sobbing girl to her friend and ran down the hall to the room Hailey exited.

Monitors could be heard beeping about, making the brightly lit up room seem dull. Continuing to make my way into the room, I finally found my girlfriend, lying on the hospital bed.

Several wires were hooked to the poor girl, all leading to some crazy, scary looking machine as Y/N slept peacefully on the bed. She looked peaceful at least - but I know under the soft and calm look was endless amounts of pain and suffering.

This hospital room was new and a little cleaner compared to Y/N’s old one. I knew she was sick of that room since she spent every minute of every day in it, so a change is nice but I already know she’ll be sick of this one soon. Knowing this just reminded me about how impatient and easily bored she would get before the cancer. A small smile crept up my face at the memories.

But that smile quickly disappeared as soon as I hit reality again, and the reality was that those memories are in the past, and right now Y/N was fighting for her life in an unconscious state in front of me. I made quick to place myself in the seat by her bedside, grabbing ahold of her dry, scabby hand.

The heart monitor beside her bed continued beeping on, giving me an insight that she was alive and breathing, even if it didn’t seem like it. With the pad of my thumb, I rubbed up and down her small, delicate hand, occasionally moving it up to kiss the back of it.

I should have been here. Not out with my friends. I made a massive mistake going out with them instead of being here and now it’s my fault. Maybe if I had taken her away from that scrawny room for a while things would of changed. Maybe if I had kept her from worrying about me and showed up like I promised she wouldn’t be sitting like this right now.

As the ‘what if’ thoughts circled my Mind, I couldn’t help the tears that had welled up in my eyes and fell far from my eye. God how I wish this never happened. And I mean everything. I wish she never was diagnosed with cancer. Or at least had it been me. She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve to be locked up in a room with tubes coming out of her body, suffering. No one does.

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, revealing Y/N’s doctor entering with a clip board in hand. I stood up “Dr Cawfield?” I asked.

Doctor looked up from his clipboard, “Justin. I didn’t know you where here.” He said.

I quickly wiped my tears and looked down “uh, yeah. Hailey told me what was happening and I came down as soon as possible.” I explained.

He nodded, looking back down to scribble something about Y/N’s condition onto his clipboard. “So? I-Is she gonna be okay?”

Doctor Cawfield sighed sadly. “I won’t be able to tell until she wakes up. All we can do is pray.” And with that, he clicked the pen closed and left the room.

Living up to his words, that was what I did. I prayed by Y/N’s bed for what seemed like an hour. Her hand wrapped around my two as I mumbled things up to God, hoping he would hear me and answer my wishes to keep Y/N alive and help her get through this.

What felt like forever had passed by. I was currently curled up on the bed next to my baby girl, cradling her small petite body in my arms. I somehow managed to fall asleep in the few hours I was in for, and before I knew it, I was being slowly awoken by the tugging of my hair.

At First, it seemed as though I had forgotten where I was, choosing to ignore the feeling until everything came back to me, and my eyes shot open to reveal Y/N running her hands calmly and softly through my hair. Her small, pain filled eyes staring down on me as I looked up at her.

Quickly, I jumped up, immediately pulling her into a tight but yet gentle hug. She hugged back with all the strength she could mutter, and I leaned down placing a long passionate and loving kissing to her lips. My skin made slight contact with the tube connected to her nose, depressing me slightly as it reminded me that my baby was sick.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered. She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself.”

“how did you know I was blaming myself?” I asked. “I know you better then you know yourself, I know you blame yourself so stop. This would have happened if you came or if you didn’t. In fact, I’m happy you didn’t come. If you did then this would of happened in public and I might not have made it to the hospital in time.”

That was a pretty smart point. I sighed, burrowing my face in the crook of her neck to which she cradled my head. In that moment, the doctor re-entered the room. Y/N and I slowly and hesitantly released each other to look back at doctor Cawfield.“

"Y/N, your awake.” The doctor smiled sadly “how are you feeling?” He asked sweetly.

Y/N smiled but I could see the pain behind it “I-I’m fine. Just a bit sore.” Followed by a cough, she leaned back against the bed, her hand still in mine.

“Well, I….we got your results.” The doctor sighed. From the way he had presented the news, I began to grow worried. Hailey, Kendall, Kylie, Khalil, Za and Maejor had all walked in at that moment.

“I’m Afraid the treatment isn’t working and the cancer has spread. I-I’m so sorry to tell you this. But you may not have long left.”

And in that moment, everything in my world came crashing down upon me.

***

I entered our hotel, wiping my feet at the door. Today’s show was great and I was so happy to be able to come home to see my baby. After she was diagnosed with a couple months to live, her first request was to come and travel with me on tour. There was no way I was turning down my baby’s wishes so I instantly Let her.

she was currently sitting by the TV with fredo, laughing about something they’d seen on his phone. Once fredo noticed me enter the room he smiled up at me then turned to Y/N.

“Okay beautiful, ill leave you alone with yo boy.” Fredo placed a kiss on her forehead before getting up and leaving the room, sending me nod and a ‘hey man’ on the way out.

I quickly made my way over to her, attacking her beautiful face with kisses. She giggled, leaning into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned back, making sure she was comfortable.“How was your show?” She asked.

“It was really good. I wish you could come see one.” I sighed. “You know I can’t. It’s too dangerous for my Health.”

“I know.” I sighed. For the rest of the night we talked about normal things, recalling old memories of back when Y/N didn’t have cancer and laughing. It reminded me of the old times.

“That was the funniest day of my life.” Y/N said after discussing an old memory.

“Yeah it was pretty funny.” There was silence for a while. “ I love you, so, so much.” I whispered. I felt her smile.

More silence until suddenly, her breathing quickened, and I felt her begin to get heavier. Then she spoke.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to die in my arms.” Her voice was hoarse and weak. I looked over at her, seeing her eyes looking duller then usual and her face looking paler. I immediately began panicking.

“No, no! Y/N NO please!” I yelled, shooting up. Her head slowly descended back on the couch as she rested. “It’s okay.” She whispered, a tear slipping out of her eye.

“No you can’t leave me. You can’t.” I sobbed. Quickly, i ran to the front door, opening it to shout down the hall “SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE ! Help please!”

I immediately ran back, cradling her body in my arms. “You gonna be okay. Your not gonna die.”

“Justin, we’ve been preparing for this. You knew it was coming we all did. You have to let me go.” She whispered.

“I can’t.” I cried. “ I love you too much.” A tear rolled down my face, falling into her cheek. She picked up her shaky hand, slowly swiping her thumb underneath my eye.

“Justin.” She cried. I looked down on her. “ I love you.” And in the sentence, I watched as the life slowly drained from her eyes, and her body fell limp in my hands. I choked a sob, looking down on her in shock. “No…no no no no! Please no! Come back to me! Don’t leave me baby!”

Scooter ran into the room followed by a few other people. Once everyone had seen the scene, they immediately ran over. With force they pulled me away from her body. I put up a fight, refusing to leave her but soon enough, I was kneeling on the floor with people around me, in attempt to Comfort me.

But nothing they said was going to work. The only thing that would ever make me happy again was having Y/N back. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. The only thing that settled my sadness slightly was knowing that she was in a better place, finally at peace and out of pain. And that’s all I wanted. For my baby to be happy, even if that meant eternal misery for me.

Cause I love her. And I always will. She was my purpose.

Relax Princess.

“ could I request reader upset/stressed about finals and Calvin comforts? ily “
This is so damn late, I apologise. I hope this is okay, I also apologise for how short it is. Enjoy. c:  


The palm of my hand rests against the side of my head. My eyes are focused on the word document opened up on my laptop in front of me. I heavily sigh, fluttering my eyelids shut. This week of school was finals week, and I couldn’t be anymore stressed. I have to write a five page essay for English, and I’ve gotten two lines done so far. Did I mention it has to be due tomorrow?

I lean back in my computer chair, groaning. As I place my hands over my eyes, I hear the bedroom door creak open.

“(Y/n)?” I hear a soft voice speak. It sounds hesitant and questioning.

I turn my head to the side, my eyes taking in the sight of Calvin’s messy brown hair. His long legs covered by his grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt sitting comfortably on his frame. “Are you okay dude? I heard you groan and I-” his sentence is cut off when his brown eyes flick towards my laptop screen, noticing the document.

“Is that an essay?” He focuses his eyes back onto me, giving me a small lopsided grin. He’s slowly making his way towards me.

Sighing, I nod my head, “It’s so stressful, I have to type out this summary for English and it has to be five pages. I’ve written like one line an-” I feel a soft, slightly chapped pair of lips move against mine carefully. My eyes widen in shock before I melt into the kiss, my lips moving against Calvin’s.

He gently pulls away after a few seconds, a large smile replacing his grin. He moves his head forward once again, his lips planting a small kiss to your forehead. His hands are held out in front of me. I hesitate before placing mine in his, our fingers immediately intertwining.

He pulls me out of the bedroom and into our living room. Sitting us down on the couch, he leans back against the soft white cushions, ushering me over to him. I swing a leg over his thighs and smile as his arm encircles around my waist. My head rests on his shoulder, my chest pressed against his tightly. His hand is resting underneath my sweater, gently rubbing small circles into the skin just above my jeans.

“Just relax princess” Calvin whispers into my ear, placing a soft kiss underneath my ear. I smile widely, closing my eyes and snuggling my way closer to Calvin.

I Can’t Save Her: Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nudity, FLUFFFFFFFFFF!

Word Count: 1663

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Christmas <3. It’s so fluffy! I proofed/edited this without my glasses because I don’t want to get out of bed to find them (just in case I missed something weird, ha!) Tags are at the bottom!

I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3

Originally posted by dailysebastiangifs

Originally posted by xxvampirediaries

“Buck?” I asked sleepily as I reached for his side of the bed. My hands came up empty and I slowly opened my eyes to find him. He was standing by the window with his back turned to me. His shoulders seemed tense – I could tell something was bothering him. I grabbed a blanket off the bed and held it to me as I crept up behind him. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him behind his ear. He seemed to visibly relax at the contact, and turned to face me. “Good Morning,” I said shyly as I smiled at him.

“Good Morning. I’m sorry – I couldn’t sleep so I went down and got us some breakfast and then I just sort of ended up here,” he shrugged with a sad smile.

“Is everything okay?” I was worried – whatever was bothering him had happened since I had fallen asleep last night.

“I’m fine doll – I promise. Guess what?” he asked with a grin. He was always good at deflecting conversations when he didn’t want to talk about himself.

“What?”

“Merry Christmas.” He bent down to kiss me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Merry Christmas.” I smiled at him as he looked at me intently.

“Since one of my presents is already unwrapped I think I’d like it now,” he said with a laugh as he swept me off my feet and carried me back to the bed. He laid me gently on the bed and laid down beside me. He kissed me sweetly –  the fierceness that he had earlier was gone. He broke away from the kiss to look at me. “Have you changed your mind?” he asked quietly.

“About what?” I wasn’t following his behavior this morning. He seemed to be completely opposite of what he was like last night.

“Do you still love me?” his voice cracked as he asked.

I paused for a moment. I wasn’t sure why he would think I would say something and take it back in the span of a few hours. I sat up a little and looked down at him as I tried to decipher where his sudden change in mood had originated from. “Yes – of course I do. I wouldn’t say something like that if I didn’t mean it, Buck. It’s all I could think about while you were away,” I whispered.

I was hoping my reassurance would lift his mood, but he returned my answer with a soft sad smile. “Can I give you your Christmas present?” he asked quietly.

“But yours is back at the compound,” I protested.

He put his hand up to stop me from continuing. “This is something that I just want to do when we are alone, doll. You can give me my present later. I have been thinking about this for weeks – and I just want it to be between us,” he said seriously.

I chuckled nervously. “What did you do… steal a baby for me or?” I asked. This did merit a small chuckle and shake of his head. He got up off the bed and crossed the room. After rifling through one of his bags he returned with a small box in his hand. He sat on the bed and fumbled with it nervously. It seemed as if he was suddenly uncomfortable with the thought of handing me the box. He kept looking everywhere in the room except for at me. “Buck…”

“I never talk much about my family. It seems like that was another lifetime ago… I guess because it was. Being ripped away from them the way I was and then finally waking up one day with my memories coming back to me in bits and pieces…. It was like losing them twice. Have I ever told you about my younger sister?” he asked as he finally turned to me.

“You’ve mentioned her a few times…” I answered softly.

“When Steve helped me get away from HYDRA I found out she was still alive so I tracked her down. She was in a nursing home that catered to patients suffering from dementia,” he scoffed and paused. “There were a few moments where she would remember me. She’d look at me and I’d know that she knew who I was. A few months after I found her she passed. When I went to the facility where she had lived to take care of everything they said she had told them to give me this box.” He paused and looked at it sadly. “You see… the day before she passed she had a moment of perfect clarity and she knew who I was and remembered enough of our talks during my visits to write me a letter. When she was done she tucked it in this box and handed it to her nurse and told her to make sure I got it. She went to bed and died sometime during that night.” He smiled sadly as he opened the box. He fished out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me. I unfolded it gently and began to read it.

Bucky,

I know you worry about me, but you shouldn’t. I’ve lived a long life and a happy one. So when I’m gone – don’t dwell on what you wish had happened for me. I want you to let go of the past. You can’t change it and you shouldn’t punish yourself for it. Don’t waste your life chasing ghosts. You deserve to be happy. Please be happy.

Find someone that loves you and don’t let go. When you find them know that you deserve every minute of it. I wanted to give you mom’s ring. I’ve worn it every day since I can remember. My hope is you will find someone special to wear it.

Be present. Be loved. Remember who you are.

Your Loving Sister,

Rebecca

 

I looked up from the letter to see Bucky holding the ring. I couldn’t formulate a sentence let alone a thought. “I’m not asking you to marry me…. I’m not saying this is one of those ridiculous promise rings that Steve will not stop talking about…. I just knew last night… after you said you loved me…. that you’re the person I want to have this. I want you to wear it… I mean if that’s okay with you… When Rebecca gave me this I never thought… but somehow she knew before I did that you would show up one day…” he trailed off and looked at me hopelessly.

I had tears spilling over my lashes. “Of course I want to wear it!” I sputtered as I threw my arms around his neck. He chuckled softly and slid it onto my ring finger on my right hand. It was a perfect fit. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

“Now you see why I didn’t want to do this in front of Stark and the others,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I want you to have it as a reminder of me when I’m not here…” he added softly. I pulled him closer to me on the bed and snuggled myself next to him.

“Hopefully you won’t be gone as often – so I can just wear it because I love you,” I added softly.

He sighed and replied, “Hopefully. We should sleep a little more – it’s really early and I’m sure Stark has a full night of events lined out for us.”

“Mhm…” I responded groggily as I began to drift off to sleep.

Maybe I dreamt it but I thought I heard him whisper, “Merry Christmas, doll. If I’m lucky maybe one day this ring will be more than just a reminder.”


I woke up to Bucky shaking me gently. “Doll – we should probably get back to the compound,” he said softly. I blinked at him sleepily as I tried to wake up. Suddenly I realized I had nothing to wear but the red dress that laid crumpled on the floor.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I complained as I turned over to try to sleep more.

“I have a pair of sweats and you can wear one of my extra hoodies,” Bucky added as he rolled me back towards him to keep me from falling back asleep.

“Fine,” I sighed grumpily. He smiled at me triumphantly as I managed to slowly get up from the bed and put on the clothes he handed me.

It was a cold December morning and the sky threatened snow as we hopped into a taxi to head back to the compound. I nervously twisted Bucky’s ring on my finger as we sat in silence. The feeling of the ring felt like some type of promise – a promise that he would always come back to me. The feeling was amazing – my heart began to race and my palms started to sweat. “What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly – the sound of his voice caused me to jump. I looked at him sheepishly as he raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“I… um… I was thinking about you,” I responded shyly as I stared at my palms.

“What about me?” I could hear a hint of amusement in his voice – he always liked catching me off guard.

“This morning.”

“Oh…” he sounded a little unsure of himself suddenly.

“I was just thinking about how this has been the best Christmas I have ever had,” I added sweetly as I peeked up at him through my lashes. His face erupted into one of his rare smiles – the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Can I tell you a secret, doll?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“This has been the best Christmas I have ever had too,” he said as he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. “I love you,” he sighed before kissing me again.

“I love you too,” I whispered back and grabbed his hand and held it in mine.


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Expensive Gifts

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Featuring: none

Word count: 949 words

Warnings: fight, one swearing word but a little bit a fluff at the end, 

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Notes: I’m back home now! Sorry I didn’t post anything this weekend but I’m back!

Originally posted by avengingclaims

Being Tony Stark’s girlfriend wasn’t like everyone thought it was. People used to believe that everything was about parties and glam but it wasn’t like that. Well…yes, it was but there was much more behind that not so many people knew. You had to deal with the press every time you went to a public place, especially if you went with him. Those long hours at every party seeing girls flirting with him. He turned all of them down but still, as his girlfriend, it wasn’t pleasant to see. Not at all. 

And of course, the fact that he was Iron Man wasn’t helpful at all. You loved that he was, you loved the fact that he saved so many lives. But having a relationship with him put you in a dangerous place. And not only that, you didn’t know when he would come back home from a mission or the state he would be in when he came back, or if he would even come back. 

He knew all your worries and he tried to make it up to you the best he could. But sometimes he just got it all wrong. Most times, all you needed was cuddle up with him at the end of the day, going to have a walk around Central Park or just a kiss and some reassurance, and most time what you received were strange and over expensive gifts you didn’t even need. Things like dresses, all kind of technology, jewellery and so on. Everything he gave you was beautiful and you knew he meant it well, but you hated when he spent so much money on you when you didn’t need it. One week it had been an especially tough one for you. You were stressed about your work, Tony had been away for two missions in four days and your mum was always on the phone trying to manipulate your life as always. But what sent you over the edge was getting home and Tony saying he had a surprise for you. 

“What is it?” You asked taking off your shoes. Usually his surprises were something extravagant but you really hoped he would surprise you today. Indeed he did.

“You know all the times you’ve complained about that old phone you carry around right?” He asked taking a box from the table and walking over you. 

“Yeah…” You frowned taking the box from his hands slowly.

“Well, you don’t have to worry anymore”, he said smiling. With a sigh you opened the box revealing an iPhone. But you didn’t recognise the type so you looked at him. “It’s not even out yet! Apple won’t release it until September but I managed to get one for you. I also made some changes so you can have a holographic screen like mine”, he explained happily.

You really wish you liked it. You knew it was a good phone, the best one in the world and it wasn’t even for sale yet. You didn’t even want to know the prize of it. But seeing the device only angered you. Not saying anything since you didn’t want to hurt his feelings you smiled at him and kissed his cheek softly before walking to the room. Definitely, the best thing you could do was taking a shower to relax. 

“Honey?” Tony’s voice followed you through the mansion. “Are you ok? What happened? Is it the colour?” He asked.

“No Tony is not the damn colour!” You finally exclaimed turning to look at him. “It’s everything! All you do is buying me expensive shit I don’t even need and for what? To make up for all the times you’re away? For all those missions? Why?” You said looking at him. He looked at you speechless, it was obvious that he didn’t expect that outburst but being honest, neither did you. “Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate everything but can’t you just stop? I don’t need a Dior dress when you come back after a mission. I don’t need any Chanel shit after seeing a bunch of stupid girls flirting with you just in front of me! I don’t need a fucking iPhone 7 that’s not even for sale, Tony!” You stopped and took a deep breath, waiting for him to say something but since he didn’t, you just kept on talking. “What I need is you. That’s everything I need when I come home after a shitty day. I need you to kiss me, to hug me and to make me feel better. Because this won’t do it, that I can assure you”, you said putting the box with the phone in it on the living room table. 

“I…” He looked down at the box and then at you. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t know you felt that way about…this. I know I’m not around as much as I should because of my work and I…”, he frowned. “I just want to give you everything”, he added looking at you.

“And you give me everything just by being with me, don’t you understand? There’s no need for all these over expensive gifts”, you said walking towards him to hold his hands in yours. “If you want to buy me something, then buy me a box of chocolates and that will do it. But please…stop with the Diors, Channels…and everything. I don’t need that”, you said squeezing his hands.

He looked at you and pulled you closer for a tight hug, he wrapped his arms around you and snuggled his face in your neck as you kissed it softly with a sigh. He was such a good man and you didn’t deserve him. Not at all. 

Jeep Fun l Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): thank you anon for requesting this because it was the first request i ever got, yay! and I actually thought it was so fun to write, lol. You can send your requests and I’ll try to write the ones that i feel comfortable with <3 hope you enjoy!

prompt: Car sex isn’t as easy as people make it look.

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Date nights with Shawn were your favorites.

After months of being together, you got the hang of the places where it was least likely to get caught by paparazzi, or even fans. It wasn’t that your relationship was a secret, but you both preferred to keep it low, and that’s why you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere. You had no phone signal, but the stars were shining bright as you had never seen them before, and you had food for days, so nothing could go wrong.

“I love this.” you whispered as Shawn caressed your hair, with his arms engulfing you in a warm hug, and both of your bodies leaning on his Jeep’s hood.

“What? An eternal supply of food and stars?” he joked and you laughed softly on his chest.

“Don’t be silly,” you left a kiss on his clothed shoulder. “I love everything about this… I love the stars, I love this weather, I love being with you without fearing being bothered by something. It’s just you and me, and the stars… and our eternal supply of food” you said, making the both of you chuckle.

“Well, I can do without the food, and the stars, but I can’t really be without you, so as long as you’re here with me, I know I’ll be okay” he told you, making you smile.

“You just quoted Sleeping With Sirens,” you said making you both laugh.

“It always work” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, silly” you smiled up at him, placing your hand on his clothed, firm chest.

“I love you even more.” 

Your smile grew even bigger, and as you saw your boyfriend’s face was lit up by the moonlight, and you couldn’t resist the urge that took over you as you stood on your tiptoes and softly grabbed his lower lip between your teeth, earning a low moan from him. You released it before running your thumb through his delicious lips.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a cheeky smile decorating his features, but it was easy to notice his breathing was picking up some speed.

“Just felt like doing that.” you told him shrugging your shoulders while unconsciously biting your lip at his state.

“You felt like doing it, huh?” he said grabbing you by your waist and placing your body between the car’s hood and his hard body. He slowly lowered his hand from your shoulder to your lower back.

“What are you doing now?.” you asked him knowing what his intentions were, but you loved seeing him in this state.

He shrugged before answering your question: “I just feel like doing this”

What followed was the type of kiss that made your knees weak, and you noticed as your chest started heaving up. His beautifully shaped lips were one of your favorite things about him; every time your lips were touching his was different, yet so familiar. You let him have control, since your body was trapped between his body and his Jeep, so you didn’t hold back when you felt his tongue ask for entrance. Your hands started wandering his clothed arms, but your actions were interrupted by Shawn’s hand who started slipping your jacket off your shoulders, but a strong wind appeared, making you shudder from the cold.

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Friends Like These (3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1390

Summary: You and Bucky are more than friends and less than lovers, due to both of you not having the courage to take things further. But thanks to your friends and conveniently coincidental experiences, some things might just meant to be.

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a while, I wasn’t really satisfied with this one but it has been in my draft for too long opps. Also I’d like to point out that this part is dedicated to my ho @bbbarneswrites because God knows I drop so many innuendos to the poor gal lmao. Please enjoy! :)


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Of Pups and Alphas – 3

Prompt: Stiles thinks it’s a good idea to make a comment about your weight. You don’t think so and decide to let Derek take care of it.

Characters: Derek x pregnant!reader, Stiles

Warnings: none, pregnancy?

A/N: Can be read as a stand alone. Part 1, Part 2


Your belly was now large enough to comfortably rest a bowl of popcorn on top of it and despite how much almost every part of your body ached it was awesome.

Stiles had been over the whole day, keeping you company while Derek painted the nursery. You had wanted to do it yourself, but you weren’t even surprised when Derek forbid it – leaving you on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

You listened to Stiles whine about school for approximately half an hour before you decided that it was time to check up on Derek. Taking the bowl off your baby bump you placed it down on the couch and attempted to stand up.

You grunted, but soon let yourself fall back.

“Help me,” you instructed, waving your hands at Stiles.

Stiles jumped up from the couch and grabbed your outstretched hands, pulling you to your feet with some effort.

“Woah, it’s getting really hard to get you on your feet. Good thing Derek is the strong type, huh?”

You slowly lifted your head and as soon as your eyes met Siles’ he realized that he made a mistake.

“Are you saying I’m fat?” You hissed, balling your hands into fists.

“Uhhm… no, no. Just a bit round? But you are pregnant so that’s good, right?”

Immediately your anger was gone and replaced by sadness, your eyes welling up with tears. You were pregnant no one could blame you for having mood swings. Stiles panicked, his hands nervously hovering over your body.

“No, no, no. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it. I swear!”

“I’m going to tell Derek,” you said, sniffling.

Stiles paled, “Don’t tell Derek! We’re friends, right? You don’t have to tell Derek. Do you want pizza? I can get you pizza… or some burgers? I’ll sneak them in for you. I know Derek doesn’t let you eat any fast food.” He rambled in an attempt to calm you down.

“Are you saying I only eat unhealthy food and that’s the reason I’m getting fat?!”

Stiles frantically shook his head, but you started to full out cry and screamed loudly, “Derek! Derek!”

You barely had closed your mouth before Derek came barging into the room, immediately positioning himself in front of you.

“What did you do?” Derek hissed at Stiles through gritted teeth, growling lowly when he smelled your tears.

Stiles backed up a few feet, plastering an innocent expression on his face while looking at you pleadingly.

“N-Nothing. Nothing happened. She just wanted to ask if you’re already done, but you can go back now. Wouldn’t want to disturb you,” Stiles babbled.

Derek raised an eyebrow, “I know you’re lying.”

Derek looked at you over his shoulder, asking “What did he do?”

Stiles mouthed a please at you, but you already had pointed an accusing finger at him, “He called me fat!”

Derek snapped his head back towards Stiles, who by now had broken out into cold sweat, growling at him again. He stalked up to Stiles, the muscles in his arm bulging when he crossed them in front of his chest.

“You did what? You know that this is my pregnant girlfriend, right Stiles?”

“I didn’t call her fat! Come on, it’s y/n, everyone knows that she’s hot!” Stiles exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis.

You had to hold back a smile, knowing that Stiles just made the wrong move.

In a matter of seconds Derek’s hand was around Stiles’ throat, easily lifting him off his feet.

“Are you hitting on my girlfriend?” Derek’s eyes flashed red and you almost felt sorry for Stiles – almost.

Stiles shook his head, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something, but Derek’s hand cutting off his air supply left him wordless.

You watched Derek snarl at Stiles for a few seconds before you stepped in, placing one hand on Derek’s arm.

Derek glanced at you and slowly loosened his hold, letting Stiles slide down the wall.

Not bothering to check up on Stiles Derek wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose in your neck. You sighed happily, leaning most of your weight against Derek, one of his large hands sprawling across your baby bump.

Derek’s chest moved in a pleased rumble when he felt the baby kick against his palm. Meanwhile Stiles had managed to sit himself up, glaring at the both of you accusingly.

“Are you serious right now?! You’re cuddling and ignoring me after he almost killed me?”

Derek only grunted in response, solely focusing on your and his child’s scent.

“Okay! I can take a hint. I’m leaving,” Stiles exclaimed and stomped out of the loft, still rubbing his sore throat.

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Hi there! Could you please do a scenario where Saeran feels insecure he's not good enough for MC compared to his brother since she's always laughing and smiling at his jokes. And MC reassures Saeran that she loves him. Basically a fluff with an established relationship. Thank you! <3 (I think you're doing a good job for just starting this page. You're appreciated too just remember that and take care of yourself.)

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Unfinished Business Part 5

BTS Gang AU

Genre: action, fluff, angst, strong language, +18 content, gang material 

Read to find out who the reader will end up with. There will be several chapters of this so I hope you’re ready to die and anticipate many things. <3 love youuuu (don’t hate me)

Word count:2198

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PART II / FINAL CHAPTER

Read Part 1 here

Rating: Mature / R
TImeline: Season 7
Summary:  Fresh off a particularly brutal case, Mulder tries to finally make good on his promise to take Scully on a nice trip to the forest, only to stumble onto evidence that there may be more to a local urban legend than just rumor and superstition.

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, PHILES!  Special thank yous to @kateyes224​ for being the best friend and beta extraordinaire for this beast, @2momsmakearight​ for the non-stop brainstorming, and @gilliansboobs​ for the unwavering support through my late night meltdowns while writing this and the amazing gif and banner.  I couldn’t have done this without you guys xo



Again, please read Part 1 or you’ll be more lost than Mulder and Scully in this story.

He could feel its weighty presence on the other side, sitting there just waiting for him to move, and his heart quickened as he watched four fingernail impressions press into the thin fabric just inches from his face, scraping painfully slow down the length of it to the ground.  The long, vibrating sound it produced was nearly deafening in the quiet of the night, followed by a staccato clicking, like stone tapping against stone, repetitively.

They were outnumbered.  Greatly.  His eyes flicked to the location of the gun, as he mentally calculated the length of time it would take for him to get to it, and dig it out of the bag.  It would create too much commotion, probably take too long, and he’d risk Scully getting hurt or attacked in the process.

The clicking grew louder as it got closer to the tent wall.

Careful to keep still, he shifted his eyes towards a still sleeping Scully, his eyes pleading with her to stay asleep, to keep quiet.  He’d wait it out, he decided. The animals would lose interest eventually, he reasoned to himself.  They had to.

And suddenly all he could hear was receding footsteps, growing quieter and quieter, then nothing but the crackle of the fire outside.

With a sigh of relief and one last look in the direction of the gun, he turned towards Scully and pulled her close.  It would be a long night.

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