i love simple clothes on him

RFA+Saeran & V Give Valentines Day Cards to MC


  • It’s basically him on a card
  • Inside he still writes “I LOVE YOU” in big letters 
  • “Yoosung we live together now…” 
  • Yoosung: *intense blush*
  • “Come here…” you give him a kiss. 
  • He’s so relieved he didn’t verbally babble again. 


  • Simple and to the point
  • There’s a map to the bedroom inside
  • When you walk in the room Zen’s naked on the bed with a red bow on his head
  • Zen: *wink*  (*^∀゜)


  • She’s new to the Valentines Day thing
  • She hands you a card, flowers, and chocolates
  • It’s simple but it still makes you blush
  • “What are you checking off?” you ask as she pulls out a clipboard. 
  • Jaehee puts it down and takes her clothes off. 
  • “Step 3 in the Valentines Day plan,” she states firmly. 
  • “Jaehee!!!”  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 


Version 1:

  • Inside he writes “I love you kitten” in beautiful script
  • There is also a paw print in ink from Elizabeth the 3rd
  • “Oh my goodness Jumin! I love it, thank you!” 
  • You hug him tight. 
  • He feels accomplished and proud. 

Version 2

  • You hold the card up. “Who the hell is Katie???”
  • “Wait…that must be a printing error,” Jumin tries to explain. 


Version 1

  • “Aw Saeyoung. This means so much.”
  • He grins proudly. 
  • “So you would even let me see it now?” (◕‿◕✿) 
  • “Right now?”  (⌐■.■)
  • “Yeah, sweety!”  (◕u◕✿)
  • “Sure…right after I use the bathroom” he sprints to his computer.  (⌐■_■)

Version 2

  • “Aw Saeyoung. This means so much.” 
  • “I know deep in my heart you would let me see yours too, right MC?”
  • You sweat nervously. “Mhm.” (ʘ‿ʘ)
  • Right?” (¬_¬)
  • *Shady side eyes* “I’ll be right back.” You run to your computer. 


  • This is not his kind of Holiday
  • He’s super awkward but this poor thing is trying really hard
  • He couldn’t find a card that didn’t make him cringe 
  • You smile sweetly and hug him. “I love you too!” 
  • “That’s not what that says…” 
  • “I know, but it means more that you’re trying.”
  • He grimaces but hugs you back. 
  • He’s happy your satisfied but more than anything he could cry knowing how much you accept him. 

  • Everyone thinks he’s too sweet for his own good
  • But his game is slick
  • You were not expecting this. 
  • Your looking around the house and you find him naked in the bathtub with some slow jazz playing. 
  • There’s romantic lighting from candles and rose petals scattered about. 
  • “V…” you’re at a loss for words. 
  • “They say when you lose one sense your other senses are heightened. Let’s put it to the test shall we?” 
  • You smooth blind motherf*cker. 

BONUS: Vanderwood 

Say My Name

Originally posted by bangtan-life13

Say My Name
Demon!Jungkook | Reader
Description: The demons aren’t just in your head. They’re also in your bed. But whatever you do, don’t say their name.
Warning: Intercourse, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk?, Slight Overstimulation
Word Count: 3,081
A/N: Inspired from this FMV from this ask. Holy fucking shiiiit I thought I loved Sub!Kook more but now I’m conflicted even MORE.

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Reference Sheets! (Part Two)


Again, thanks for participing! Now let’s go with the RottenBerry child!

Name: Cassis (suggested by @nekophy sempai!) with Cass (suggested by @imagine-candied-eyes) as his nickname!

Age: 12-14 (In human age)

Pronouns: He/Him 

Basic Info:

This guy is not a child, but rather a combo/fusion between Death and Blueberry. He has the basic appearance of them both and soe mashed up details I wanted to give him like his eyes! Since Reaper is often shown with just his right pinprick, I decided to gave Cassis the opposite of that (thanks to those who voted for this option!). His left pinprick is the one that glows while the other is just white.


Combining Reaper and Blue’s clothes was kinda hard because they have pretty simple designs but I managed to make something in the end. His cloak and scarf are the most important things for him and he always keeps them clean! 

Due to the fact that his cloak is a little big for him, he only uses it when he’s outside his house (or when a god -coffcoff”Lady Toriel”coffcoff- goes to visit him and Papyrus).

The crosses and stars on his desing are just cute things I added so his outfit wouldn’t look too simple, I love to make details to the clothes of a character x3U I also used mostly blue for him, adding some gray and black to make the blue more dark

Main Story:

His story is kinda sad. You see, all my children (and I think all the children in general) are from different multiverses where two characters fall in love (or make them by accident) and create a kid.

In Cassis’s multiverse that wasn’t like that.

There, Reaper and Blueberry fell in love after having some time knowing each other. The gods told Reaper he shouldn’t do it since he could end killing Blueberry by accident, but he didn’t care. It was like those stories of forbidden love the humans always made. 

At first, they were fine with having a relationship whithout kisses, but soon Reaper started to feel bad knowing that Blue wouldn’t be able to experience those romanitc things the couples do. Not even a hug or just holding hands. It was like having a relationship with a hollogram or a deadly creature that could only hurt you. And honestly, it was true.

One day Reaper told him how he felt and Blue, again, said he didn’t mind it. In the end, it was him the one who wanted to touch his lover. He was afraid of losing him for not being able to do simple things like that. Blue was one of the few people who didn’t hate him for what he is.

But even after that, he couldn’t ingnore those thoughts, so Blue decided to give him what he wanted… even if it meant he would die.

They met in a garden filled with lots of white flowers (a place Blue loved to visit. Reaper had to be careful to not to kill them) and there, Blue surprised him with holding his hand. Reaper froze and started to panick while Blue was feeling a inmense happiness for finally touch his lover. Feeling his life slipping away, he told Reaper how much he loved him and kissed him before dying in his arms.

Blue died happy, but Reaper was left alone, feeling terrible for doing this to his love and for just being him. He wanted to go back in time, to prevent this from happening, but sadly, he couldn’t do that. Not alone, at least.

He buried Blueberry in his favorite spot of the garden, took soul and went to ask for help to the only one who could be kind enough to hear him: Toriel.

The goat lady was surprised, to say the least. She and Reaper didn’t have the most happy relationship, and honestly, she thought Reaper would get bored and leave the monster after a while. But he proved she wrong when he begged her to help him… but she couldn’t. Blueberry wasn’t from this universe so she couldn’t help him. Unless…

There was a way to bring him back, but it must require one big sacrifice. In order to bring him back to life, it was needed to use a god’s soul. Reaper didn’t hesitate and offered his soul to her, asking her if she could call his brother and Blue’s brother when she was finnished. She accepted and then the process started. She fused both souls and used Reaper’s body as a vessel for the new soul, making them a baby again with now, a new soul. I wasn’t longer Reaper nor Blueberry. It was now a new life, whose name was Cassis.

the process was more compliacted but I can’t explain everything here. Gosh this is getting too long xD

When both Papyruses discovered what happened, they offered to take care of Cassis so they could, at least, have some time with their brothers. Even if they weren’t themselves anymore. From that moment, Cassis was raised in both Underswap and Reapertale. He grew up allready knowing what happened and sometimes acting like both Reaper and Blueberry. 

And one day, he managed to go to another multiverse, just for curiosity, and ended meeting that universe’s Blueberry and Reaper, who were both shocked and sad hearing what happened to him. After that, they “adopted” him and offered him a place for when he went to visit them. Little Cass now had lots of homes and a huge family!

So, Cassis is not Blue and Reaper’s child. He is technically them. But he thinks of they as his parents and they love him like he were their son!

(You’re free to see him as their child or a combo. Don’t worry uvu. I HOPE HIS STORY ISN’T TOO MUCH COMPLICATED :’’’’’D)


Cassis is very energetic and friendly. He is always happy and likes to be with people. Although, he can also be very lazy (It’s like he was a kitten. He can go from full energetic mode to lazybone mode in seconds) and dark from time to time. When you see him wanting to be alone, it’s because he’s getting flashbacks from his previous life or feeling melancholic. Cassis loves all of his family and friends, specially his brothers. Even if he is the god… or demi-god of death, he doesn’t like it and is very happy to not being able to kill. 


He can’t kill people, but can see an aura around them, whose color dependes if they’re near to die. He’s able to take someone’s soulf if they’re allready dead too. Cassis is also able to put people to sleep or make them sick by touching them if he concentrates enough magic.

Besides that, he can fuse Reaper and Blue’s weapons into one sword, knife or an spear. He mostly uses the spear just because he thinks it’s cool! Other weapons include Gaster Blasters and chains.

Extra facts:

-Loves hot chocolate (since Detah like coffe and Blue sweets)

-He has insomnia.

-He loves ravens

-His favorite colors are blue and black

-He likes to visit Reapertale!Toriel

-A cinnamon roll that can act like a sinnamon roll 

Tags for him:

#Cassis sans

#Cassis combo

#RottenBerry combo

#Cassis fan art (If you wanna draw him!)

Sorry if they’re any spelling mistakes ;v; 

You Walk Out During A Fight{Part 2}~ BTS Scenario

{Part 1}

I had to split this into two part due to me going all out and stuff, hella fluff some light fluffy smut, so this is the {Vocal Line} for the rest click here {Rap Line}


Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

It was two in the morning when you finally walked bacl into your apartment. It wasn’t deadly silent, it was quiet though. Your shoes kicked to the side and you jacket dropping to the ground. To tried to hang it up, as you walk deeper into the apartment the light in the kitchen was on, making you sigh. Walking in you expected the mess still be there, but it was clean. Spotless even, hearing shuffling down the hall making you freeze when the noise came closer keeping your back to the kitchen entryway. It stopped, and a heavy huff of air was let out, suddenly you felt trapped.

Arms wrapped tightly around you, making your breathing stop. His nose nestled into your shoulder as his grip tightening around you making your hand grip his arm. The small gesture made his eyes water as he take s breath.

“It’s so late.” He whimpers, the noise made your heart break, turning around in his arms he lifts you onto the counter. His eyes look at you, his lips parted with his hand resting on your thighs.

“I know.” You mumble bringing your hand up to his face, your thumb running across his bottom lip. He lets out a shutter as he leans into the palm of your hand. His eyes closed as you finger catches the tears that fall.

“I was so scared.” The words made your chest tighten as he moved between you legs, your hands move to his shoulders, rubbing them as you nod.

“I know.”

“I sorry I was so….so frustrated and I didn-”

“I know .” You mumble bring his face closee to your, you nose brush as he take a deep breath. His eyes open, the glass like eyes stare at you as he leans forward.

“I love you.”

“I know.” You mumble, your lips pushing against his. His hands move up your thighs, moving the cloth short you were in up. His lips push against yours, the simple movments made both of you moan as your hand move to his hair. The pulling of his hair made him groan as you detached his lips from yours, the loss of the feeling of your lips made him wine. The nose alone made your core tingle, but the sound he made when your lips latched onto his neck made you grow animalistic. The way you nipped and sucked at the skin, colors of red and pinks splattered across his neck.

“Y/n.” The way he moans your name was like a cry for help, his hand gripping your sides. “Please.” He whines when you finally pull away from his skin, a hiss like sound made him shiver. Looking at his skin, a small smile lifted on your lips at the sight. His eyes closed, lips parted and head lightly bow’d. His chest moving up and down, as pants leave his body.

“Look at you baby, all my marks.” You mumble, you finger running over the red and pinks that are covering his neck. He flinched slightly when one close to being open touch your fingertip.

“Ow….Y/n…the boys are going to tease me.” He wines burying his head back into your neck.

“Jin, you’re lucky I came back I almost went to bed at my office.”


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You were laying in bed listening to randon songs, when a sudden weight is on you making you jump. There blonde hair was a mattes mess and limbs sprawled out leading to laughter passing you lips. His chin rest in your chest as he poutes. “I told you so.”

“I’ll bite you ” he mumbles smriking at you as his lip touch your collarbone.

“Kinky.” You muble win hid teeth nipped at your skin, the feeling made you jump. As he moves up your body, his hips brushing against yours making you moan.

“You want kinky? You should be punished after walking out during our fi-ow!“he wines when you pinched his arm, he looks at you as he jerks his hips into yours. "Not so fun is it?” His voice was a growl as he lets his lips connect with yours. The feeling made your hands move up and cup the sides of his face. He lets a smile slips past him when you rolled you hips with his. Soon he rolla off of you, bring your body ontop of his. Lips still attached as his hand place themselves onto your hips. Your hands move from his face to his shoulders, the squeeze you gave him made him yelp in pain. Pulling away you frown, you hands massaging the tender muscle. He lets out a moan, his eyes closing as his head falls onto your chest. His mouth parteds as his body relaxes

“I told you so, didn’t I?” You tease him making his hands tighten onto your hips. The feeling of his hands made you smrik aa you pull back, your body roll off of his, back facing him as you close your eyes.

“Y/n!” He wines making you giggle as his arms wrap around you. “Baby.” He mumbles into your neck making you laugh even more.


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“Yes, I know Jin-Oppa….yes I know….I’m on my way home….yes…..he pissed me off I needed to blow steam..” You were talking into your cell phone as you walk down the hall. Jin had called you talking about the slight panic Taehyung had when you didn’t come home all night. You had slept over at one of the people you had been paired with for the project. She had insisted it, so you were walking home in one of his shrits you had left in your car and a pair of her sweats. “I’m here now Jin..I know…I tell you about it later. Bye Oppa.” You hang up as you unlock your door, walking in you were greeted by the sight of Tae sitting on the ground. Hus eyes looking at a framed photo. “Tae?” You voice did nothing as he cruled into himself, the picture falling onto the ground.

Walking to him, you bend down and sit next to him. His knees pressed to his chest his head bow’d down making you frown. Your hand reached over snd touched his shoulder. His body tensed even more as a sob leaves his lips, pulling him into you he falls into your side. His body still cruled into itself. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled making you sugh as you kiss the top of his head, “I just wanted you to pay attention to me, we’ve both been so busy and I j-”

“Shhh, it’s all good Tae.” You mumble moving his head up, his eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks looked raw and his lips were dry. You lean down, you lips touching his making him moan. His hand moving up to touch the sides of your face, the simple movment made you guggle as you pull away.

“I’m a really a brat?” He questions making you rise a eyebrow.

“Yes, but so am I.”


Originally posted by parkjiminer

“Y/n, open up!” He yells through your door, you roll your eyes as you turn your music up. The pounding only got louder lesvibg to you being worried he’ll get in trouble. Rushing the door you open it and glare, he was wearing a sweatshrit you two offten share, and his hair was a mess. His eyes had bags as he looked at you.“Thank god, I’m so sorr-”

“Shut up.” You snap grabbing him by the nape of his neck. His hands grab your hips as you pull him into the apartment. Pushing him back against the closed door he lets out a moan, as your hand runs down his body, stopping on top of his growing bulge. The movment made him pull back from your lip and begin to pant as you tighten your hold on him. His eyes squeeze shut as you lips trail up his neck. “Am I childish now?” You grumble making him moan as you nip at his ear. The noise alone made you shiver but when you pulled back the look he had made you growl.

“Y/n.” He wines the way he looked at you as you backed away you body completely leaving his. “Please.”

“Bad boys get punished.”

Unexpected Stranger

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Are you sure this is the kind of route you wanna take? I mean after all, you have your pick at any girl in Villenueve.” Lefou asked as he watched Gaston wallow in ale at the tavern after another of his infamous failed attempts to woo Belle into marrying him.

Gaston lolled his head to the other side of the armchair to give him a half-hearted scowl as he sighed heavily. “They’re not the same, Lefou. Belle is the only one who intrigues me, everyone else pales in comparison to her.” He lamented.

“There must be someone else worthy enough for you.” Lefou exclaimed as he made a grand gesture of looking across the crowded floor to examine the ladies standing around and laughing with one another.

“How about her?”


“Hmm, her?”

Gaston shook his head. “Forget it, Lefou. Belle is the only one for me.” 

Lefou looked on at his friend in discontent, not knowing how to make him feel better, not even an incredibly catchy song that ends in a dance.

Deciding to let him have his moment, Lefou sat back and didn’t say anything else on the matter.

The bar was filled with it’s usual ambience, small creaks of bar stools being bushed about and an endless murmur of conversations that all swirled together and created an overall hum to the place. One could only describe it as peaceful, until the front doors were unlatched and the distant howl of the wind outside came whirling in and distributed that peace.

Naturally, all heads turned to discover who was causing the disruption, they all must have recognized the person because in an instant everyone back to their own affairs.

“Who is it Lefou?” Gaston asked, his hand now lazily covering his eyes.

Lefou stood up on the ledge of the fireplace and looked over the heads of people, his eyes found the girl and his eyes went wide before he sat down again. “No one.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Lefou. Now tell me before I grow impatient.”

Lefou looked around before leaning his head closer to Gaston’s ear. “The old musicians daughter, you know, the one who used to play the violin for the Opera in Paris?”

“I never knew he had any children.” Gaston said, his intrigue piqued, leaning his head up to find the girl.

Lefou’s face contorted into one of worry. “Y-You really needn’t bother, she’s sort of…”

“I’m fairly certain the word you are looking for is blind,“Came a voice from the other end of the fireplace. "My eyesight maybe gone but that doesn’t mean I don’t hear every word you’re saying, Lefou.”

Gaston’s eyes followed the voice and he came face to face with the girl, his head immediately came foward. You were a pretty thing, he wouldn’t have been able to even tell you had no eyesight had it not been for the unfocused gaze of your eyes and the fact that your hand had a tight grip on a leather leash of the dog next to you.

Gaston cleared his throat. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of being introduced to you.”

Gaston watched your head tilt slightly to the side as an unreadable expression flickered on your face. “Oh, that’s new, I’ve never heard your voice before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

A gentle smiled graced your face, and Gaston found himself eagerly awaiting your next response.

“I never forget a voice, a small perk that sort of makes up for the lack in sight.”

A smile of his own worked it’s way onto his face and he nodded. “I believe you. My name’s Gaston.”

“Well I’ve certainly heard of you,” You mused as your hand readjusted itself around the leash. “Regardless, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. My name’s (Y/n).”

“Lovely name, it suits you.” Gaston said as he took in more of your appearance. Your clothes were simple but in very fine condition, the colors of the fabric were more muted and toned down in comparison to those around you. But to him it made you stand out all the more.“

A tall man in a blue overcoat walked up to you and gently tapped your shoulder before placing a small brown bag into your hand before disappearing with a farewell.

"You must excuse me, I am only running an errand for my father. But it was very nice to meet you, Gaston.”

Gaston stood from his armchair and slowly took your hand in his own and placing a short kiss to the back of it. “It was very nice to meet you as well, Miss (Y/n).”

He saw the smile rise on your race before you nodded and tugged on the leath, letting the dog lead you out of the tavern with ease.

Gaston watched you until the doors close behind you, blocking your view from him, before he returned to his chair.

Lefou watched him get lost in his own thoughts again, but it was different. Gaston’s expression was soft and there was a certain glimmer to his eyeew that Lefou couldn’t place.

“Perhaps it’s time we head home?” Lefou said as he stood from his own spot, only to notice Gaston still stuck in his dreamlike state.



“Shall we head home?”

Gaston’s eyes focused again and he looked up at Lefou before shaking his head and moving to his feet. “Let’s, but on the way tell me more about this (Y/n) girl.”

Lefou helped him with his coat and hat before eyeing him curiously. “Any particular reason why?”

Gaston smiled off into the distance as they walked outside. “Because I would like to know.”

Allergic Interaction

Inspired by @edorazzi‘s BEAUTIFUL little OCs Amun and Carter and all of their antics, Miraculous’ titular character Chat Noir AKA Adrien and his affliction with feathers, and my recent jackpot of allergies. Enjoy!

Also found on AO3.

           Amun would say his luck with the accursed food was dismal at best.

           Hazelnuts, as he learned since his revival, were not, in fact, cursed but some sort of chemical thing, as Angelo put it, caused him to have a reaction in his immune system. Since his internal organs had recently been re-growing, that meant that former hives evolved into far worse reactions when exposed to the fatal nut.

           His luck was dismal because, even after learning of this and learning enough English reading to avoid it, they were in France, and, therefore, French was written everywhere. Amun hadn’t even thought to ask someone to read it to him - he knew the language of French but not how to read it - when he’d eaten that chocolate bar offered to him by one of the clerks at the museum.

           If not for Angelo’s quick grab for the Epinephrine pen upon seeing Amun go red and begin to wobble from dizziness, this might have been his second death.

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You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

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Paris: Wish Granted (Bill Skarsgård)

Part 2 of 3

Just like everything else that day, Clair de Lune exceeded all expectations. It was by far the nicest restaurant she had ever been to. The lighting was dim enough to appreciate the single flaming candle in the middle of the table. The deep woods that decorated the interior made the whole atmosphere feel sensual and provocative. Then there was the food; nothing like she had ever tasted before.

“This is so good.” She praised, having taken a bite of her Streak Tartare.

He smiled at her from across the table, noticing how breathtaking in her dress and that she seemed to be in high spirits. Nothing made him feel better about himself than knowing he had pleased her. Considering it was her birthday, he was going to make sure he did that and more.

He took a sip of the red wine he had ordered and began on his Salmon en Papillote with Tomato Curry and Beans.

She ate her meal slowly. First, she was focussed on savouring the delicious favours of all the different ingredients. Then, because he became extremely distracting to look at. He wore a black fitted dress shirt, her favourite, and trousers while his brown locks were parted to the left. They say that similar to red, black is one of the most attractive colours someone can wear. That night she realized how accurate that statement truly was.

He watched as she pushed around the remains of the Steak Tartare with her fork. He raised a brow at her.

“Are you feeling alright?” He pressed lightly.

She met his eyes and nodded, attempting to look as nonchalant as possible. She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t enjoying the restaurant, but she did not want him to know that she couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of him settled in between her legs.

The look he gave her was still questioning. He knew her well enough to see right through her. But what he did not yet know was that by holding eye contact with him, it took a lot from her to not bite her lip. He was so good-looking that night.

Reluctantly, he dropped his gaze and went back to his food.

She tugged at the sleeve of her navy blue, boat neck dress that hugged her body tightly, only flowing out a little at the bottom of the long skirt, nervously. Imagining how tauntingly slow he would remove her dress, stocking and lingerie moved her into a dreamlike state. Maybe it would be even nicer if he ripped them off my body.

When he caught her gaze, she crossed her legs subconsciously, clutching them tightly together underneath the wooden table. Seeing her shift in her seat gave him more than enough of idea of what she was doing. It evoked a smirk from him, going unseen by her as she speared another bite of Tartare onto her fork.

After forcing herself to swallow the mixture of steak, vegetables and Worcestershire sauce, she finally casted a look up at him. He was still smirking.

“You’re very worked up. Aren’t you, Darling?” His voice sounded completely normal, as if they were having a simple conversation over the weather rather than each other’s desires.  

She swallowed hard when she saw his dark, passionate expression that contrasted the tone of his voice dramatically. She could not reply, so a bit lip was all he got in response.

“What are you wearing underneath that dress?” He asked lowly.

She clasped her hands together and watched him lean against the back of the leather chair he sat in, peering at her expectantly. If they had not been in this restaurant, he would have lit a cigarette and allowed the smoke to float behind him as he watched her fiddle with her fingers under his intense stare. Yet even without the cigarette, his gaze still held the same sharpness that only made her closer her legs tighter.

“The black set.” She spoke, voice so quiet that only he could hear her.

He nodded in approval, “Good. You look gorgeous in it.”

A soft blush spread over her cheeks. Even after all of the years they had spent together, he never failed to make her feel like the most special person in the world. They way he spoke left nothing to doubt; he meant every word he said.

“Mademoiselle, would you care for more champagne?” A waiter enquired.

She let out a startled gasp and placed a hand over her chest, not having heard him come up behind her.

“My apologies, Mademoiselle.” He said quickly, eyes going wide.

She composed herself automatically, “Nonsense, I’m terribly sorry. Yes, I will have some more.”

He nodded kindly and tipped the pine green bottle to its side, slowly filling her glass back up.

If anyone knew how to get her heart beating even faster in that moment, it was Bill. She felt as if she would pass out when he began to speak to her in Swedish:

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight, Darling?”

Her eyes instantly opened wider and snapped up to the waiter who was pouring the champagne into her glass. He looked perfectly unaffected by what Bill had just wondered of her so casually.

“I am going to go down on you until you beg me to fuck you. You are going to write underneath me and scream my name as you come.” He finished, expressionless.

Thankfully, the waiter tipped the bottle upright and she hurriedly gave him her thanks. When he started off to another table, she turned to Bill with wide eyes.

“Do you want me to do those things to you?” He asked her, still speaking his mother tongue.

“Yes.” She whispered breathlessly.

Her chest was rising and falling at a much more rapid pace than usual, giving him a pleasant view of the top her breasts as they pushed against the fabric she wore. The whole situation was terribly erotic.

He looked at her pointedly.

“Yes.” She tried, stronger this time.

He leaned forward, placed his folded hands on the table and gave her a penetrating stare. She could feel his look deep down in her core. It was a feeling she wanted to welcome, only not in a restaurant where she could hardly relieve it.

“Beg for it.” He demanded.

She reached out and took his large hand in her smaller one, grasping it tightly. The look he gave her was expectant, yet he allowed her to hold his hand, knowing it comforted her.

Swedish was not her native tongue, but she believed she knew enough to give him what he wanted. She took a breath and spoke:

“Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard that I’ll feel you for days. I fucking need you now, Bill.”

That was enough to satisfy him.

He stood, pulled out his leather wallet, fished out a hundred dollar bill, and placed it on the table. The waiter gave him a nod from the other side of the restaurant.

He outstretched a hand to her, which she gladly took, and pulled her out of her seat.

She wanted nothing more than to have him inside of her. All of the endless teasing all day had her frustrated, and wanting him more than ever before. Soon, her wish would be granted.

They strode out of Clair de Lune.

All of the lights in the penthouse suite were off except for the chandelier in the bedroom. It emitted a soft, orange glow which dimly lit the room, along with the cars and streetlights in the bustling city many stories below them.

“Turn around and step out.” He commanded.

She complied, turning her body back to face his and stepped forward, out of the dress that pooled at her heel clothed feet.

He ran his smooth fingers down her cheek, causing her heart to beat erratically. She could become undone just by his touch.

“Can I take you while you wear this?” He requested, fingers trailing down to the thin strap of her bustier.

Although he was touching her, it was not where she truly wanted it. The brushes of the pad of his thumb against her already hot skin only heightened her desire to feel him somewhere else.

“Mhm.” Was all she managed to get out. She was far too distracted by the feeling of his cool fingers against her warm skin.

He tsked her, “Use your words, Darling.”

Oh, did it ever turn her on when he scolded her. They never assigned any sort of roles in their relationship, but as she truly got comfortable with him, he realized that she loved when he was in control. He found that he liked that too.

She peered up at him through her lashes.

“Yes. As long as you don’t rip it.” She cautioned.

His hands slipped down her body until they reached her waist.

“I could always buy you another.” He said simply, lips hovering over her neck.

Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips against her pulse point. The feeling of him kissing, biting and sucking had her succumbing to his touch.

“N-No, you… promised.” She reminded him through breathy moans.

He nipped at her neck then sighed, he had promised her that.

“Fine. You win.”

Her eyes opened at his response, lips widening into a mischievous grin as she pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” She wondered, batting her lashes innocently.

The game was all about who held the power. He had it for most of the day, purchasing hundreds of dollars of french lingerie, dressing in the clothes he knew drove her mad and telling her he wanted to have her in public. But the power could be stolen in a split second, and she held it over him mercilessly.

“Don’t push it.” He warned her.

His threat seemed idle, a feeble attempt to take back the dominance. She laughed and shifted her weight onto her back leg.

“What are you going to do about it?” She taunted, eyes gleaming. Oh, did she ever love this game.

His intense stare seemed to affect her less now. That was until, of course, he spoke five simple words:

“I won’t let you come.”

There. That was it. He had taken back the power.

“You wouldn’t.” She spoke, yet sounded less sure of herself than she had a moment before.

She shifted in her position.

“I think we both know that I would.” He said, matter-of-factly.

She looked into his eyes to see if he was lying. He was not, and his dominance returned; something that she welcomed gladly.

It was going to be a fantastic evening.

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BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend’s Touchy Habit

(A/N): To be honest, if I was in a relationship, I’d probably do this all the time x’D. Especially if it was them. Touching Jiminnies abs though. 🌚 Thank you so much for requesting, anon! <33

Kim Seokjin-

He had been standing in the dorms, talking to Jungkook when he felt small hands travel up the hem of his shirt and run up his back. I think Jin would take this habit of yours as just another way you show him you love him, which is exactly what it was. He wouldn’t mind as much as some of the other members, depending on where you two were. He didn’t mind it most places, unless the two of you were in public. If you two were in public he’d probably hold your hands when you went to habitually slid them under his shirt. 

*Kissed the knuckles of your hands softly* “ Not right now, jagiya. There are a lot of other people around~. “

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Min Yoongi-

I really don’t see this boy being a big fan of your habit. I don’t think he’d really understand why you had to put your hands under his shirt or sleeve to touch him. What was wrong with just touching him directly? Though, I feel like if he really loves you, he’d put up with it. He’d sigh or give you a face every time he’d feel your cold touch against his milky skin, but he’d do nothing about it and be quick to brush it off and go back to what ever he was doing at the current time.

*Looks at you, giving you a weird face* “ I don’t understand you, babe. “

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jung Hoseok- 

Hobi would love it. It would make him feel so warm and loved. Not to mention the fact that he would find it absolutely adorable. When he felt you hands slide against his skin directly he’d turn to you and grin, brightly. “ You’re so cute, angel!~ “ he’d chirp often, following it with a sweet, caring peck on the lips. It’d be like your way of hugging or holding hands in public, something special you did to him to show your love and he adored it.

*You slid your hand under his sleeve when he was holding you, gently rubbing the skin. * “ Why are you so cute, (y/n)?!~ “ *He would kiss your cheek*

Originally posted by nycbtslover

Kim Namjoon-

If I were you, I’d find away to retain your habit when it came to this boy. When ever your hands would slick up under his shirt, he would immediately take it as a sexual suggestion. Who could blame him? His adorable baby was touching his skin directly in such a loving way. If you were at home or alone, this would probably end up in a heated make out session and sex. But, if you were in public, he would probably clear his throat in some way of warning you what you were doing to him.

*You two had been cuddling all day, watching movies and eating snacks. That was until your hand ran up his stomach, underneath his baggy sweater. He’d look at you and grin.* “ Do you really want to start this right now, baby girl? “

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Park Jimin-

Shy shy shy. Every time you push you hand against his skin, underneath his clothing would leave this cutie a blushing mess. When you first did it, he might pull away and look at you, in shock, but as he realized it was more of a habit for you, I think he would like it. He would become embarrassed, but would smile, feeling your love in the simple gesture. 

*You hug him from behind, running your hands up over his toned stomach. He would blush and giggle a little.* “ Ah, you scared me jagi. “

Originally posted by yoonmin

Kim Taehyung-

This little squish would LOVE it. I feel like he’d have a very similar habit. His would be a little less often and bold since he wouldn’t want people to see your skin or think he was pervert, but I feel like he’d be the type to run his hand up your shirt and rub your back when the two of you are cuddling, or to lift your shirt up a little and wrap his arms around the exposed skin. Touching you and your skin, I feel, would be a relaxing thing to him, a promise to stay each other’s forever.

*You were talking to a friend you hadn’t seen in a while when you felt your shirt lift up a little and warm arms wrap around your waist, overlapping the skin. You’d stop talking and look up at him.* “ Don’t mind me, baby. Just keep talking. “ *He nuzzled into your hair as you continued the conversation.*

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jeon Jungshook Jungkook-

I think that this not so innocent bun would be another person to not really like your habit. I feel that if you tried to put your hand up his shirt he would jump and look at you in shock. “ What are you doing jagiya?” he’d ask, blinking. He might let you put your hand up his sleeve, but I feel like that still make him a little bit uncomfortable.

*You slid you hand up his shirt and he stops talking mid-sentence to stare at you in shock* ‘ I don’t know Hyung I- “ *his eyes snap to you* 

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

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What FT couple (in your opinion) do you think would be the most okay with public displays of affection? :) Also, hello!

I think this would be a tie between NaLu and Gruvia. Simply because of Natsu and Juvia’s personalities. 

Natsu doesn’t give a shit about what other people think and wouldn’t think twice about showing Lucy affection. He’d initiate tongues and all kisses, bear hugs and keeps an arm slung over Lucy’s shoulders whenever she lets him get away with it. If anyone had a problem he’d start a fight over it. 

And Juvia loves to dote on Gray (and he laps up the attention, but is too cool for school to show it). I can see him blushing over the simple touches, Juvia bringing his lunch to the guild, patching up his clothes, and kissing his cheek whenever the opportunity rises. The small things affect Gray the most. 

I see Natsu and Gray ribbing each other all the time over the PDA

Gray telling Natsu to “keep his hands to himself and get a room”

Natsu mimicking Gray getting flustered and ends up with a fist to the face “WTF Snowflake!” 

Originally posted by pushforwardd

Infatuation - Part 7

Originally posted by got7kings


Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, crime, murder, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

“So this is my house.” Yugyeom told you as you entered his living room.

You and Yugyeom had went to your house, so you could pack your essentials. As much as you tried to avoid it, it looked like you were actually going to be staying with Yugyeom. 

“Here I’ll show you the guest room.”

Keep reading


// The One Where Y/N and Lip have sex//

//Part two of Gallagher’s Good Girl//

//Part One//

Her mother’s voice rang through the house, it was loud and overbearing especially when she wanted to put a point across. This week’s argument involved Y/N’s involvement and time spent at the Gallagher’s house, her mother barely got to see her growing child. Y/N sat there and let her rant, letting all her heartfelt emotions pour out of her mouth.

“I don’t want you seeing that boy lip” she finally commands, Y/N head snaps up, her eyes staring at her mother. She shook her head softly trying to process the words that were coming out her mouth. “His whole family- if you can even call them that- is horrendous, you’ve been picking up terrible habits from them!”


“No, I want what is best for you and that boy Lip is bad for you, he’s a distraction, a simple phase that your father and I let you play with for long enough” her voice holding great weight, her eyes tearing up at the thought of not seeing Phillip again, not feeling his warm hands wrapping around her cool body. Not smelling the stale scent of cigarettes on his body or the strong alcohol on his lips.

“Mom please” she tried begging but her mother held up hand, not wanting to her the please of her daughter.

“It’s for the best” her father commented, she stood up quickly, her eyes watching them.

“Mom I love him” she sobbed out finally, she scoffed at her ridiculous statement

“Love, what do you know about love? Please enlighten me on your take of love!” She laughed, Y/N knew it was sarcasm and decided to keep her mouth shut, she couldn’t disobey her parents no matter how wrong their opinion was.

Y/N has been avoiding Lip for a couple weeks, not returning any of his calls, ignoring his pleas at her door to open up. At school she’ll take a different route to class, completely avoiding his usual hand out spots. Her sudden disappearance from Lip’s life didn’t just affect him, it impacted Debbie whom continually curse at Lip for losing Y/N, not holding on tight enough. Carl missed having her around, all the pet names she’d call him brighten his day and she didn’t judge him when he told her his weird thoughts. Even Fiona missed the soft laughter and happiness she brought forth.

“Y/N!” Lip yelled, his eyes catching sight of her, she didn’t spare him a glance she kept walking ignoring his constant pleas. Finally his hand grabbed her bag, he swiftly yanked her back, with a soft thud she landed against him her body instantly relaxing into his embrace, God she missed it. “What the fuck Y/N, why have you been ignoring me”

She was now facing the Gallagher, “Phillip-”

“Don’t you fucking Phillip me! I’ve been worried sick wondering what I did wrong! I- just” he was now calm, he let his hand drop to his side, his face returning to its normal color. “Why have you been fucking ignoring me?”

“I want to break up” Y/N simply stated, her voice cold and harsh. Lip shook his head, his hand grasping her face forcing her to look at him

“No baby, you don’t want that! Just tell me how to fucking fix us and I’ll fix it! I fucking fix it” he cried out, she removed herself from his touch shaking her head softly

“There’s nothing you can fix” she mumbled lowly, trying her best not to break down it front of him. She adjusted her before walking away from him.

“But I love you” his voice whispered, she froze, she couldn’t help but let the tears run down her face. Sucking in a deep breath, she continued on.

Y/N sat on her bed flipping through the various magazines that lay sprawled on her bed. Her eyes scanning over the latest outfits and makeup trends. She gasped softly at the thump emitting from her window. A shadow laying flat across her floor. Slowly she got up, switching on the lights hoping the figure will disappear in the light. But it wasn’t a figment of her imagination it was Lip.

“Phillip!” She whispered harshly, her hand instantly running over his face and arms making sure he didn’t have in bruises on him. “What are you-”

“Y/N are you okay?” Her mother’s voice screamed

“Yes mom, just fell of my bed is all” she shouted back, her eyes staying on Lip.

“Phillip you need to go!” Y/N hissed trying to push him back out the window, he shook his head roughly moving past her. She watched him, analyzing his features, the redness of his eyes and how sunken in they appeared, his hair wasn’t in its usual disheveled stated but it was standing all over the place.

“I need to know I’m been trying wrap my head around it, I’ve been trying so fucking hard but I’m not understanding how you could just up and leave me! Debbie! Carl! Fuck even Vee and Kev has been asking about you, but you don’t fucking care do you?” Y/N looked away from him, she tugged on her bottom lip trying to fight the tears.

“You need to go Lip, please” she begged

“I just want to know why. Why?” He whispered, he moved his hand under chin forcing her to look at him. “I’ll know that this isn’t what you fuck want, for us to be apart” his lips slightly brushing over Y/N.

“Just tell me what you want” he whispers, Y/N grabs the sides of his face connecting their lips. Her body guiding them to the soften and comfort of her bed, her hands running through his hair. Lip’s hands resting on her waist running up her shirt feeling the soft of her skin against his fingertips, his hands cuffing her breast, she quickly broke away her breath against his chest as she watched his hands. Her eyes slowly flickered to his.

“If you want me to stop just tell me but know that I’ve been waiting for this moment when he walked in my house. I knew I fell in love with you, your infectious laugh-” he stopped, his lips falling to her neck before sucking on a sensitive spot she didn’t know she had. “To your hair, I loved the way you styled it, the way you stared at me but never said a word but I knew you felt the same way…” his hand slowly pushing off her shirt revealing her breast, his sucked on them gently, his tongue running over her lip before taking them lightly in his teeth. “To the way you say my name, you wouldn’t say Lip when we first start dating but I didn’t care. You were so innocent, pure, and mine”

“Just- make love to me Phillip” she moaned out, he smiled gently his lips resting on hers. His hand cuffing the side of her face before playing with the hem of her thin night pants, she shivered in delight, her breathing hitched when his lips kissed her pelvis. Lip’s hand pulling at her pants, she pressed her lips in a thin line, she slowly sat up, Lip’s naked form hovering over slightly. Y/N’s hand brushing down his chest before moving back to his neck. She flipped her around, her body positioned stiffly on top of his, Y/N’s hands placed on his chest while she fearfully looked at his enlarged cock.

“I’m not gonna hurt you Y/N, it’s will hurt yes but I promise you it will get better” she nodded slightly at Lip’s words. She sucked in a deep breath, she slowly grabbed his dick lining up him up to her entrance. She softly cried out when she encased herself around him. Her hand flew over lips, while she squeezed her watering eyes shut. Her body soon relaxed against him, she no longer felt a large foreign object inside of her but something pleasurable. Slowly she began bucking her hips, she couldn’t move any other pace in fear of hurting herself, she didn’t even know if she was doing it right. Y/N rested her forehead against Lip’s. His hand rested on her lips while he slowly moved in her.

“Phillip” she moaned softly against his parted lips, her hand caressing his cheek while his caressed her hips. She moaned softly when her ass met his hips. He moaned softly, he called out her name repeatedly. He gave a harsh thrust, she gave out a pleasurable gasp while throwing her head back. He promptly flipped her over, positioning himself deeper into Y/N. Lip watched Y/N her breast bounced back and forth, the way she gripped the covers tightly. He loved the way her body arched with each thrust he delivered.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered as he came, his thrust becoming harsh and sporadic. “I love you so fucking much” he cried out. Y/N moaned softly as she came, her arms wrapping around Lip’s body that was pressed against hers. “Please don’t leave me” he whispered out.

“I love you too Phillip” she breathed out, he rolled off of her, his eyes instantly connecting to her. She slowly moved on top of him letting her lips connect back to his, the kiss was slow and sensual, Lip wasn’t use to the neediness and comfort from a simple kiss, he needed more. No, he craved more, his hands gripping Y/N, bringing down on his member. She moaned loudly, her eyes tightly squeezing shut. She yelped out when he suddenly entered her, he brought down harshly, the smacking on their skin filled the air. “Phil-Phil-” she tried moaned out his name but was interrupted by his quick thrust in her.

He promptly slows down, his eyes watching over the moaning girl. “I don’t deserve you” he suddenly cries out, Y/N watches her eyes laced with confusion and solemn. “God, I’m such a fucking dick, how could someone like you possible love someone like me? Fuck tell me that! Why did fucking leave me?”

“Phillip-” her hand runs down Lip’s face, he shuts his eyes pressing his face against her cool lips “I- my mom she thought it’d be best if I had a better- that’s not important Phillip. I love you, my darling you are so special to me. No matter how many times you drop the f-bomb in a single sentence or how all your clothes smells like smoke. I freaking love you, you are so unconditionally kind even though your outlook life needs to change slightly, I still love how real you are, not afraid of telling me the truth. I freaking love you Phillip Gallagher”

Lip chuckled softly, his hand running up her body, he simple watched her for a moment taking in the beauty that was Y/N. “Are you leaving me?” He whispered, she shook her head softly, a small smile pressed on his lips, he pulled the naked girl down on top of him. Her head nuzzling into her chest, she gently kissed his neck “I love you” he repeats

Bad Girlfriend

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Summary: Based on the song “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of a Deadman. Dean is concerned that you are not behaving like a good girlfriend; but maybe Castiel likes you that way.

Warnings: Sassy Cas, smut (male receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, grace!kink, dom!cas, a hint of voyeurism if you squint)

A/N: I heard the song and thought about how Castiel might not be the outwardly jealous and possessive angel some fics make him out to be. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to my master tag list and feedback is always welcome.

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fluffy-not-chubby  asked:

Ahhh! I hope you're still doing the Halloween asks bc?? Halloween?? Is my second most fav holiday?? (Dia de los muertos being first 💀😆) Anyways, rfa(v already counts as rfa right?)+ vanderwood and saeran: what kind of family themed costumes would they wear with their fam?

Ooooo! Dia de los muertos is also a good holiday!!! ^^ this one can be answered simply so here it is, i hope its okay! ~4


  • either animal themed costumes or game themed costumes!
  • Like you’re either the Aristocats or you’re Mario and the gang, no in between
  • He likes to make your own costumes! That way its full of love and he wants his children to know daddy cARES
  • not competitive???? but yes competitive. He makes the costumes as best as he can and he compares them to other families and even store bought ones
  • cries when his children are dressed up because theyre so adorable and he loves them so much


  • Superhero costumes!!!!!!
  • Why, you ask? The costume shows off his body and it makes him happy
  • not to mention he thinks his children are the heroes of his life??? Theyre precious and amazing and bring happiness and he just loves them
  • he’ll even go as the /villain/ while the kids are the superheroes if they want him to
  • not to mention he can put his acting to good work while he pretends to be beaten up. What cuties heck


  • homemade costumes for the win
  • you cant tell me she wouldnt try to get you and the babies to dress up as different sized coffees
  • Either decked out costumes that even /smell/ like coffee, or simple coffee-coloured clothing with a simple label
  • Taking tons of pictures of the children and crying, theyre so beautiful, she cant


  • Push him out of his comfort zone, do it MC
  • THROW HIS ASS IN LEATHER PANTS i would fucking d ie pl eas e
  • The kids love the hell out of it. They run around singing songs, playing their little guitars, even have a little boom box to play music as they rock out
  • he’s constantly face palming but he truly loves how adorable the rest of his family is. Everyone’s singing, playing, and having so much fun. He could deal with the leather pants if he could see the loves of his life being this happy


  • He is peter pan. He will fist fight his child to be peter pan, which makes you wendy. regardless of gender. you’re a girl? wendy. youre a boy? wendy. youre gender neutral? wendy.
  • You cant get him out of the tights for weeks after halloween someone please help this family
  • but hes so cute? Such a kid? He’s playing with the kids all the time, climbing up on light poles and jumping out of bushes
  • he even has the red hair, mc, are you positive he isnt /the real/ peter pan??


  • So extra but /so/ cute. Put that creativity to work, Jihyun. Are you ready?
  • HOME MADE. LARGE. FULLY FUNCTIONING. ROBOT COSTUMES. He has saeyoung help dont let him fool you
  • Custom costumes for each person of his family, even down to their favourite colour
  • Everyone walks like a robot the whole night, they even talk like theyre robots
  • Honestly cries when the kids tell him they wanna wear the costumes all the time?? His work? All the time?


  • Okay listen, the kid(s) wanted to do Disney and he Did Not™
  • but fortunately?? The kids also liked the villains in the movies
  • did he enjoy being dressed up as the villain? not necessarily, but it warmed his heart knowing that his child(ren) can love and accept someone with a dark past (pls let me love my husband)
  • and cutie helps /make/ the costumes. Hardcore. Making the costumes. Every lil detail. To make his family happy. Fight me.



  • Cops! And! Criminals!
  • Because??? The children think its fun?
  • “Look!” says the youngest, “I have my own taser!” its vandys. it is the precious taser. cue vandy freaking out
  • The kids make Vanderwood so proud though because they chase after Saeyoung with their batons
  • Though they’re constantly running from them? Throughout the whole night? Let Vandy Rest™ please
The Pirate And His Fish 2

“Do you really think that you can find her? We’re middle of an ocean, Jack!” Mr.Gibbs was trying to bring him some sense. He knew Jack was unpredictable but he never thought Jack would try to find a mermaid.

“Yes, I can. Mark my words Mr.Gibbs, I will find her.”

“You said you stabbed her tail. Maybe she died from blood loss?” Mr.Gibbs asked hopefully.

“No! I will find her. Beside the only thing my compass shows is ocean.” Jack was determined. He was going to find her. For what or why he didn’t know. Since that night he wasn’t thinking anything but her.

“Whatever you say, cap'n” Mr.Gibbs sighed.

She didn’t swim to the Black Pearl like she used to do since that night. She was terrified from him. She was alone again, swimming near a cave that she discovered and made her home. She was different. Her tail was black as night while others’ were nude with some glittering. She didn’t like killing humans, she always thought that they can be nice. That’s why she saved him. But he proved her wrong. He attacked her. Her tail still sting a bit.

She was colleting lost things. Like a trinket, tea cups, anything that survived from a sunken ship. She saw a shinny little gem and swam towards to it. When she get closer she noticed the web that was lying on sand. She quickly tried to swim back but it was too late. They noticed her presence on the web.

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“Captain we catched her!” Mr.Gibbs shouted from the deck.

“What are you waiting for? Pull her out!” Jack shouted.

The crew start pulling the web but when they reached out to bring her to the deck, she didn’t let them. She was screaming and flapping her tail in hope to be free. “Pull her, already!” With Mr.Gibbs’ yelling, the crew pulled the web roughly and cause her to fell on the deck.

When her tail hit the wooden floor, she started to change. Her tail changed into a pair of legs. Now she was just lying there, on her stomach. She was breathing hard and was too terrified to move.

The crew was looking at her bare back like a wild beast. “Find somewhere else to look at, you useless dogs!” Jack yelled angrily. He pushed past his crew and kneeled in front of her. He slowly removed his jacket and put it next to him. Then he reached to the web that was wrapped all around her. He ripped the web with his hands and freed her body.

Jack took his jacket and gently put it on her naked body. She slowly wore the jacket and looked at Jack. “Can you walk?” His voice was gentle despite the other night.

She carefully rose up from the ground. “Put your foot in front of the other.” She did as Jack said but her muscles were too week and caused her to fell. Jack quickly catch her and took her in his arms in bridal style.

Jack entered his cabin and laid her on his bed. She just lied there, not moving an inch. “Let’s find something for you to wear, aye?” Jack walked to his chest and pulled out a white shirt. “I swear I never wore it.” Then he turned back to her.

When she didn’t move or react he talked again. “I’ll be needing my jacket. It’s fine if you want to walk around naked but these men out there didn’t see a woman for weeks.”

With that she rose from the bed and let her legs hang down the bed. Jack handed her the shirt. “I will turn back so you can change.” He turned his back to her. She slowly removed the jacket from her body and wore the shirt. “I’m turning!” Jack warned before he turned back to her. There she was sitting on his bed, wearing his clothes and looking at him with fear and curiosity. Jack kneeled in front of her again and he tied up the shirt so that no one can see her breasts.

“What’s your name, love?” No word came out of her mouth. Jack sighed and went to door. “I have some things to do. I’ll be back shortly.” Nothing came out of her. Not even a simple nod.

Her eyes wondered around the room. There was a table not far from the bed. She hold on to the chair and slowly stand up. She put her foot in front of the other just like Jack said a few minutes ago but this one didn’t end up differently. She tried to hold on something while she was falling only to pour some ink on her legs.

She tried to get rid off the ink on her legs by rubbing her fingers against her skin. But it wasn’t working, also her bum was hurting too. Finally some tears pricked in her eyes.

Jack heard some noises and quickly ran to his cabin. When he entered his room, he saw her crying on the floor. He immediately kneeled beside her. “What’s wrong?” He asked, worry dripping from his words.

She sniffed and showed him her legs. Jack slowly touched her soft legs and smiled when he realized what happened to her legs. “You poured some ink on your legs. There is nothing to worry about.” Jack gently picked her up and carried her back to the bed. Then he pulled out a bottle of rum under his bed and a piece of clothing from his table. “Now, I’m gonna pour some rum on this and clean you up. Ok?”

This time she nodded. Jack poured some rum on the clothing and start cleaning her legs. After he cleaned her up he noticed that she was trying to keep her feet warm. Jack reached out to touch her cold feet. “You’re freezing.” Jack tucked her in.

He was about to leave when she decide to talk. “Why?”

Sooo, part 3?

Happy Birthday Love


Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader, Hank, Raven

Request: hi my birthday is the 17th can i have a charles x reader bday sex cuteness thing thanks :-) ~anonny

A/n: Happy Birthday anonny. I hope you like it and I tried to have it be cute but I honestly think I can’t really keep smut with Charles all that cute, The man does shit to me. Where ever you are, I hope I made it in time. I spent most of my day working on this, through my slight depression that’s been building. I really hope you like it.

Tag list: @marvelismylife @nea90sweetie @mysaria @originalwinchestervamp @incoherentli @fandoms-writer

Originally posted by endingthemes

               You woke to an empty bed. Charles must have gotten up early and didn’t want to wake you. Today felt different, not unusual different but different. It just happened to be your birthday. You got up out of bed and pulled on your (f/c) robe that you knew Charles loved on you. It covered everything and the bottom hem landed about five inches below your ass. It was your go to robe when you wanted to get a little touchy feely with Charles and today was your day so you thought it would be a good idea.

               You pulled your hair out of your face and into a ponytail before walking out of your shared bedroom. You slowly made your way across the mansion to the kitchen. You saw Raven along the way and she just smiled. She knew what today was, she gave you a quick hug and wished you a happy birthday.

               “It will be once I get my hands on a certain telepath.” She giggled as she walked away shaking her head. You made yourself a cup of coffee and found some fruit in the fridge for a quick breakfast.

               You finished your coffee and carried your fruit with you as you made your way to Charles’ study/ office. The door was open and you heard him talking to Hank about something. You leaned against the door jamb watching the two men talk. Charles was sitting on the edge of his desk as Hank stood a few feet from him. Neither man noticed you there until Hank turned to walk towards the door.

               “Oh, hi (Y/n).” Hank tried hard not to look at your robe covered body and tried even harder not to blush.

               “Morning Hank. I hope Charles wasn’t too much of a pain.” You heard Charles chuckle, you walked into the room so Hank could leave. You popped a piece of fruit into your mouth, smirking at Charles as you made your way closer to him.

               “Oh no, nothing like that.” Hank was practically stuttered as he almost tripped over his own feet as he left the room.

               “What are you up to today, love?” Charles extended a hand to you. You graciously took it as he pulled you into him. He took a piece of fruit from the bowl in your hand.

               “Hey, that’s mine.” You smirked at him as he popped the fruit into his mouth. You felt his hand slide down your side and made its home on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You had to bite your lip to yourself from letting a soft moan fall from your lips.

               “I know, love, and your mine.” You heard the hits of possessiveness in his voice which sent shivers down your spine. He tilted your head up and placed a soft kiss to your lips. You carded your fingers through his hair, holding him in place so you can deepen the kiss.

               He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge of his desk. His hands slid under the edge of the bottom hem of your robe, only to find you bare. He pulled back and looked down at you. His eyes widened with lust and his demeanor was now almost predatory. You couldn’t help but moan softly at the look he gave you.

               “Really, love. You walked all the way down here, like this.” You nodded your head. You didn’t care what the others thought of you because they all knew you were Charles’.

               “Well, can you blame me? It is my day, isn’t it?” You looked at him innocently. “Besides, darling. No one noticed that I have just this on.” You tugged the rope that held the front of your robe together, letting it fall off your waist as you shrugged off the top of your robe.

               Charles attacked your neck and shoulder. Nipping and sucking dark marks on your shoulder and neck. You had your fingers in his hair, racking your nails softly over his scalp which caused him to groan against your skin. You started unbuttoning his shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. He stepped away from you and quickly closed the door to his study, locking it to make sure no one walks in. You sat there on the edge of his deck, you pulled your robe away from our body and dropped it on the floor. Charles made quick work of his pants and the rest of his clothes, not wanting to make you feel under-dressed.

               He made his way back to you, dropping to his knees in front of you. He placed your legs on either side of his head as he looked up at you, smirking knowing exactly what he was about to do. “Happy Birthday, love.” He buried himself between your legs, causing you to throw your head back with a loud moan. You laid back onto his desk, arching your back off the hard wood. You felt Charles dig his fingers into the tops of your thighs, pulling a louder moan from you. He then slipped one hand from your thigh down and slipped two fingers inside you. He loved to make you squirm with his tongue and fingers. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you, pulling moans and whimpers from your lips. You let one of your hands reach for him, digging into his hair. You could feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and Charles knew you were getting close. The sounds you made were getting high pitched. He took his fingers out of you and replaced them with his tongue as his fingers rubbed harshly against your clit. The knot snapped. You came undone with his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He stood up and looked down at you, your juices made his lips glisten which caused you to reach up for him. You needed him right then and there, he needed you just as bad.

               He leaned down, pressing his body against yours causing you to moan as you felt him rub through your sensitive folds. He lightly grabbed your jaw, holding your face so he could kiss you. Sliding his tongue across your bottom lip, demanding entrance. You gladly gave him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You whined when he pulled away.

               “You ready for your present, my love?” You nodded your head as you tried to keep your breathing even. He pulled you up and helped you stand for a moment before laying you back down on the hard wood of his desk, chest down. You felt a sting to your ass followed by more. “You didn’t think I would pass up giving you your birthday spankings, did you?” You heard the smirk in his voice. He gave you a swat for each and every year, causing your ass to turn red.

               The next thing you felt was him teasing your entrance. He slowly and torturously pushed into you. You moaned as you stretched around him and he moaned at the feeling of how tight you were. Once he was fully seated into you, he sat there for a few moments. You needed him to move. You lifted your lower body up, showing him you were more than ready for him to move.

               He let his hands rest on your hips, gripping you tightly. He pulled back and slammed back into you. He placed his forehead against the center of your shoulders as he thrusts hard and deep into you. You felt him twitch inside you as he continued his pace.

               “Fuck, Charles.” You managed to moan out, more like almost screamed. He pushed himself to slam into you harder. You could feel the knot forming again in your stomach. Charles lifted one of your legs and set it on the desk, causing him to go deeper into you. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling of him sliding deeper into you. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping skin filled the room. The feeling of Charles enveloped you completely. He was slamming into you, surrounding you, and completed you completely. He slipped his fingers to your clit again, rubbing harsh circles on it. Throwing you over the edge. Silently screaming as your orgasm took over your body, dragging Charles over with you. Shooting himself deep inside you. The both of you chanting each other’s name, fuck and a slue a various curse words as he worked the two of you through your highs.

               He kissed your back as he pulled out of you. He helped you stand up right then helped you sit on the edge of his desk again. He was about to grab his pants but you stopped him, pulling him back to you.

               “Where do you think you’re going my dearest?” You looked up at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a simple soft kiss.

               “I was going to go get something to clean you up with, love.” You silently said oh and giggled.

               “You do remember that I can teleport, right?” You giggled at him when he remembered your mutation. “Really, darling. You’re a telepath and you freaking smart but you couldn’t remember that I’m a teleporter.” You chuckled softly. “Why don’t you grab your clothes and unlock the door. Then I’ll take us up to our room and celebrate my birthday some more.” You winked at him which caused him to smile at you. He did as you said and you wrapped your arms around him once again. Teleporting you both up to your shared bedroom, in bed with him on top of you.

               “God, I love you (Y/n).”

               “As I love you, my dearest Charles.”

               “Happy birthday love.”

Levi’s daughter [headcanons]

– He is well-aware of his physical strength, therefore we would refrain from holding his daughter while she’s a newborn out of fear that he’d hurt, break, or even drop her.

– As she grows older, he would throw all his inhibitions away and cuddle her whenever he gets the chance.

– She could be 16 and in front of her friends, but he would still force her to cuddle him.

– “Love. Me.” he’ll say through gritted teeth.

– If she gets embarrassed or refuses to cuddle him, he’ll start acting all passive-aggressive.

– “Okay. You don’t love your father anymore because he’s too old”, “18 years of providing you with food, clothes, and shelter but I can’t get a simple hug. I see.”, etc.

– He must not be put in the same room as her suitor/boyfriend/husband.

– “No boys until you’re 45. Promise me.”

– A few boys hurt his daughter. They were never heard of or from again.

– Whenever his daughter has a difficult time at school, work, home, or life in general, he regrets bringing her into this world as she would have no choice but to deal with its hardships/cruel realities.

– He’d either call by her name, “oi”, or “kid”.

– He briefly disappears during important events of her life because he doesn’t want to be seen crying.

– Her first period made him cry.

– So did her graduation.

– And her wedding.

– Daddy-daughter days every Sunday.

– He wouldn’t impose martial arts or sports on her. He wants her to find her passion on her own.

– He would prefer his daughter not to be like him. He wants her to embrace all the love, happiness, and care the world can offer.

– He’ll only spoil her if she has a valid reason for wanting/needing a certain item.

– His daughter is the greatest thing that has ever happened to him, and he swears that he would do his dying best to take care of her and love her.

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Wrath.

Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools. (Ecclesiastes 7:9)

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Why must He be so unfair? Why did He make them so perfectly? I had never thought that I would come to feel anger for any of my Fathers creations but I had. At one point in time he had looked at me the way he looks down on them.That anger I had towards them, Humans, had become my downfall. My Father’s last words to me as I fell from heaven were,

“Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end.”

Eyes breaming with tears, I fell from the heavens, to an earthy place, full of those who I despised, because of my sin, wrath.

It has been a year since my banishment and wandering this earth was painful until I met her. The light in my darkness. The embodiment of the perfection, which, I had despised, had become my alter.  I hadn’t thought that I would ever understand what my Father had seen in such fragile things, but she opened my eyes. She had been the only human being who tried to get close to me despite my insults, and cold exterior. That respect for her persistence quickly turned to a love of sorts. Now here we are, her body lain in my arms, as I slowly trace my fingers along her feminine curves bathed in sunlight.

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At Least Three Sizes Too Large - On Dean and John's Old Leather Jacket

I know I’ve been writing about this topic a handful of times before, but it simply remains a topic I am interested in and that happens to cause a tidal wave of emotions every single time as - whether consciously chosen by the creator of “Supernatural” at the time or not - this piece of clothing serves as such a fitting symbol and metaphor for Dean’s life from age 4 onwards. So what am I talking about - I guess the title of this post gave it away, didn’t it? ;) But yes, it’s John’s old leather jacket. The huge, beat up, faded, bulky leather jacket that Dean used to wear up until S5.

Now this may be a very unpopular opinion, but I always despised that jacket. And for more reasons than the obvious: that it didn’t fit Dean at all. Though that aspect is a vital and integral part of why this clothing item serves as such a massive symbol for a multitude of things connected to Dean’s story and his place in the narrative as well.

Because you see, the first thing that catches ones attention when looking at Dean in the early seasons when wearing that jacket is that it simply looks at least three sizes too big for Dean. The shoulders of the jacket don’t sit on Dean’s shoulders, it reaches far below his hips and just overall it looks as if Dean’s getting swallowed in all the material. Essentially that jacket not only makes Dean disappear almost, he looks lost in it. And he does so for good reason. His father was taller, had broader shoulders, was a very different built than Dean, he filled out that jacket. None of that can be said about Dean when looking at S1 for example where the fact that this jacket was not meant for Dean or rather that Dean didn’t buy it himself (unlike the purgatory jacket, but more on that later) is most striking.

Now the following is total headcanon, but I like to think that John passed down the jacket to Dean as a form of “recognition” or “act of pride” (I can’t quite find the right for word in English), basically a gift for Dean doing a great job with something, something like a sign that for Dean was connected with being valued, accepted and “a man” maybe to say it very broadly. Essentially I think to Dean that moment of receiving that jacket may have fallen together with a moment of pride and a sign of “love” and “attention” and “recognition” from his father that he craved.

Keeping this headcanon in mind, Dean wearing that old jacket, turns tragic rather fast - but then again, that may be just me as I am simply someone tending to focus on the drama/tragedy/more serious aspects of the narrative. Because while the jacket may have been meant as an honest gift out of the wish to show pride to his son, in the end to me this jacket symbolizes and highlights in such intricate fashion that Dean from the age 4 - and as he verbalized latest in 12x22 “Who We Are” - had to be so much more than any kid should ever have to be.

Because the way I see it, the fact that Dean is swallowed by that jacket and disappears in it almost is so telling and fitting to how Dean was forced to fill a role and walking in shoes two sizes too big - or rather a leather jacket at least three sizes too large - that he never could have. Yes that jacket to me symbolizes and captures the much too big responsibilty that was placed on Dean’s shoulder when he was a kid and was asked to serve as mom, dad and brother when he wasn’t even double digits - something any person would be overwhelmed by at any age but especially so when you are a child yourself.

So yeah, the fact that the jacket literally didn’t fit Dean and was passed down to him by his father (which is headcanon yes but bear with me) can be read as a direct pass down of “role” as well, a role not meant for Dean to play and fill, but that he tried to take up anyway, because that’s what Dean did and what he still does (though not as much as he used to, now it’s more that people try and manipulate him back into being what they want him to be because it’s easier for them, see Dean’s treatment by his loved ones such as Mary over the course of S12): trying his best no matter the circumstance and how unfair for him.

So the sheer size, the fact that Dean couldn’t fill his father’s jacket captures all of the above perfectly imo, furthermore however the fact that Dean practically swims in that jacket, as I said - seems to disappear in it - also describes rather disturbingly what happened to Dean after his mom died and his grieving father was unable to provide the love and nurture a growing kid like Dean after such a traumatic loss would have needed: Because with Mary’s death and what was asked of Dean and of what he needed to be and become, Dean the child (“Hunters are never kids, I never was”), Dean himself, the person he truly is or would have grown to become without the tragedy that followed his family ever since he was born, disappeared, was swallowed up and hidden like Dean’s body was swallowed by John’s jacket.

I know many people mourn the departure of that jacket (I actually secretly thank the person who stole it from set lol), but to me it couldn’t come soon enough. Because even though Dean is no longer wearing that jacket, it’s ghost still lingers on - even as far as into S12.

It’s also noteworthy how Dean used that leather jacket aside from simply wearing it - which was as a blanket. To me it almost carries a notion of “armor” in that regard, something like a “safety blanket” - which is especially an interesting aspect to ponder when keeping in mind that we see Dean sleeping fully clothed after Hell (the implications and conclusions drawn from that aspect alone are freaking devastating, I tell you) and often times using the jacket as his blanket. One may analyze that as a wish for (fatherly) protection that Dean didn’t receive and I won’t even go into how this whole topic gets all the more complex when taking into account how Dean later learns that his father did not break, when Dean did and what that does to Dean’s psyche and already more than fragile sense of self and self worth.

Tbh I actually was happy when Dean packed up John’s jacket when he decided to say yes to Michael (though you can draw a hell of a lot of very sad conclusions here too about how Dean sees himself and how important he deems himself opposed to his father or Sam), as one could have read it as him rejecting a persona and role he was forced to fill - BUT the reason why and how it happens is so tragic because essentially saying yes accounts to suicide for Dean, meaning he gives up playing his father’s role to literally give up his body to an archangel and giving up himself completely. There is nothing not absolutely tragic and sad and enraging about this, because Dean gives himself up again and again within SPN (that’s why he’s the true christ figure and will always be). Needless to say the jacket is right back in 5x22 “Swan Song” (if I remember correctly, I can’t check as I’m siting on the train - if he isn’t wearing the jacket there just scratch all of this paragraph) when he goes and tries to get through to Sam and protects his brother and stands with him, tries to keep him safe right until the end - the one thing both of his parents always failed at: keeping Sam and Dean safe. And once more in that moment as the whole episode with Chuck’s monologue fro the off and the story of the Impala replays the Winchesters’ story alongside the Impala’s and engraved into that is also the story of Dean, a young boy, who tried to be mother and father when all he should have had to be was himself, because just that, being Dean would have been more than enough.

So yeah, I was happy when that jacket was gone, even if Dean wasn’t freed and still isn’t from it’s symbolic power. That is why I loved it so much to see the next leather jacket he wore after he abandoned his father’s (even if maybe only because it was lost BTS) was in S7. You know, that gorgeous reddish-brown one that sadly didn’t survive purgatory (and even that you could analyze outside of the fact that the creators didn’t like the look of it on screen - idiots they are - with Dean being stripped off everything in purgatory). But the fact remains: Dean at some point during S7 went out to buy himself a leather jacket, a conscious decision. A leather jacket just for him. A leather jacket that fit. That he wasn’t swallowed by but that he owned, a leather jacket that highlighted just one simple thing: that it was Dean’s. Because being Dean is all Dean should ever have had to be.


Small and extra small sized fairy Meebos. It’s a robe, not a dress. Is what Meebo claims. It’s also not funny how hard it was for me to come up with a simple design that didn’t really look too much like a dress. I moved ideas to and fro, and somehow I’m still not quite satisfied, but I guess I’ll leave him be for now.
I initially started off with all the fairy designs drawing back to cross-Tales spirits, but these are conspicuously… half-naked, and it would feel totally wrong especially on little Meebo, so I figured I should really, really give him proper clothes, and robes seemed liked a decent option.

Srsly tho Meebo and Lailah would look so lovely in watercolours, with all these flames and waves twirling around… I’m also growing very fond of the idea that the fairies might be able to dissolve into their respective elements at will, because I’m sucker for elemental spirit things, and, not gonna lie, I really, really wished the Seraphim were able to do that in the original game because it’d be the coolest thing ever.