i meant to do this earlier in the week

Jeremy sings at Supergirl Panel
Jeremy Jordan

I did promise to upload this moment I recorded from the Supergirl panel in Telford, when someone asked Jeremy to sing. At the beginning everyone is shouting suggestions of what to sing. And i’m pretty sure the first loud cheer when he finishes was David Harewood.

Also he said he was embarrassed doing things like this, so picture evidence of his shy pose while he sang (and for a few questions following)

Real Estate Revenge

(TL;DR at bottom)

I’ve been a real estate broker in Chicago for nearly 20 years. I started at a very small independent brokerage. It was my first week there when the broker/owner gave me a lead. He was older and wasn’t in very good health, so he passed a lot of his leads to his agents.

One of the broker’s friends passed away and the friend’s son wanted to sell the house. I call the son who tells me he’s known the broker for 30-plus years and how close their families were. He seems like a really nice guy. I go over and check out the house. I work up a gorgeous comparative market analysis. I have other brokers check my numbers (I was new and wanted to do a perfect job for my new client). I rehearse my presentation, have my stuff professionally printed, prepare for any possible questions, have responses ready for objections, and I head out.

I dazzle this guy with my presentation. He likes the $135,000 list price I recommended. He’s fine with the commission. He has no objections, but he asks me to give him 2 months to clean out the house, give his siblings a chance to go through everything and then repaint.

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wakeup call | taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Pairing: Taehyung + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: hi <3 idk if i’ve already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they’re at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae “kiss me, I’ll explain later” :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!

Warning: Slight use of mature language

Reader’s POV

“Did I seriously have to come?” Taehyung groaned for the -nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.

Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile,“ Who else would besides my best friend?”

Rolling his eyes, he retorted,“ If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would’ve agreed to be your friend.”

Scoffing you teased,“ Well sir, you’re 12 years late.”

Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, “Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late.”

You shot him a glare and said,“ Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week.”

Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing,“Was my baby working too hard now…”

Yah, Kim Taehyung.”

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Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson



Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.

[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.

{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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😏Piercing Theories [Part 1] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  Ethan owns a tattoo and piercing shop and a girl comes in asking to get her nipples pierced and so he says yes and as he’s doing it he gets hard cause she’s super flirty and touchy and sexual about the piercings and once they are done he wants her to come to his house after the piercings have healed so about 2 weeks later she goes over and he fucks her and plays with her piercings a lot and just super rough with lots of dirty talk?  Maybe when she goes in to get them pierced she can say something like “i heard that a girl can cum just by playing with her nipples after they get pierced” and he just kinda brushes it off but then when she goes over to his house he’s like “why don’t we find out the answer to your question sweetheart” and then makes her cum just by that then fucks her

Warnings: TEASING


Originally posted by punishmedolans

I walked into Dolans Piercings as I saw no one was at the front desk. I peered around the corner and still I didn’t see anyone. “Hey I’m here for a piercing!” I hollered into the empty tattoo shop. Just then a guy from the back walks down the hall towards me. He was wearing a black tank top which showed off his sleeves of tattoo. He smirked at me letting out a chuckle. I was 

“Well I hope you’re not here for cookies. That’s across the street.” He let out a laugh at his own joke, but I didn’t laugh. “What can I pierce for you princess? Are we wanting a nose stud or belly button?” He asked with a chuckle. I raised my eyebrow in shock at his statement. “Gotta match your sorority sisters right?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Actually I already have my belly button pierced along with my nose. I even have three tattoos believe it or not. I actually came here to get my nipples pierced thank you very much. Can you do that for me or will you get too flustered?” I teased as he raised an eyebrow at me.

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“Excuse me?” He asked in a deep gruff voice. I smirked knowing exactly what was happening. He was getting frustrated. I handed him my ID as he scanned it in. “Alright second room on the right. Do you know your left and rights princess?” He smirked as he felt clever.
“Yeah and I know I would swipe left on you and right on your brother.” I chuckled as I knew his twin brother and him ran the shop. I went into the room as I waited for the guy to walk in. I took my shirt off revealing my red pushup bra. I checked myself out in the mirror as I arched my back in different angles to try and get my best look. I looked towards the door as someone walked into the room.
“Okay Y/N?” The guy wasn’t the one in the front. “Oh I’m sorry.” He apologized after seeing me in my bra. I quickly hunched over awkwardly as I heard a voice boom.
“Gray! I’m piercing her! You’re piercing a navel down the hall!” I heard Ethan snap as Gray chuckled awkwardly.
“Sorry about this. I think your new piercings will look good though.” Ethan then jerked Gray’s shoulder back out of the doorway and pointed down the hall. I chuckled as Ethan walked into the room and slammed the door.
“Unbelievable sometimes I swear.” Ethan huffed which made me laugh. “Okay let me look at your nipples.” He said with a smirk. I straightened my back.

“Would you like to unhook my bra for me?” I asked smiling innocently. He cocked an eyebrow at me with a smirk. I chuckled as his hand went behind my back with one hand and unhooked my bra. I placed my hands on the cups to keep my bra over my breast.

“Take it off.” I slowly slid my bra down my shoulders revealing my bare breasts. He looked up at me with a smirk. “I take it you’re a 34 B?” He smirks which I scoffed. He let out a chuckle as his fingers came up and pinched my nipples hard. I winced but he didn’t care. He rolled my right nipple in between his fingers as he stared at me intently.

“You know I heard you can make a girl cum just by playing with her nipples after she gets them pierced.” I watched as his jaw tightened to which I smiled. “Do you know if that’s true or not? I mean my ex could never make me cum at all. Most nights he would do crazy things, but he could never make me cum. Actually no guy ever has.” I admitted as he dotted my nipple with the small purple marker.

“H-How does that look?” He asked handing me a mirror to make sure they were even.

“Hmm I like it. It looks kinda hot. What do you think?” I asked biting my lip which caught his attention. His hands grabbed my hips tightly, but quickly released as he let out a grunt.

“They look damn good. And if you want we can test your theory. Breathe in.” I inhaled deeply as I felt the needle break the skin of my nipple. I let out a shaky breath to which Ethan smiled. He screwed the ball on as he bit his bottom lip. “Now as I was saying.” Ethan trails off as he rolls my other nipple in between his fingers again. This time felt different as I felt a shock go throughout my body. I threw my head back as I felt Ethan’s pinch tighten.

“Ugh Ethan.” I moaned to which Ethan stood up. I felt my nipple grow harder.

“Lie down. I can’t sit down to pierce this or else I will explode.” I chuckled at the effect I had on him. I lied back gently against the cold metal table. He flicked my nipple which made my head rise. “Earlier what I meant about testing your theory is breathe.” I inhaled deeply as the needle broke skin again. I jumped in shock, but Ethan held me down. He screwed the ball on as he sat me up. “Nipple piercings take about two to four weeks to heal. Come to this address when they have healed and aren’t too sensitive. Then I’ll make you cum by playing with your nipples.” He handed me a sticky note with an address.

“How do you know I want you to test the idea? Maybe I want it to remain a mystery.” I smirked to which Ethan leaned into my ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, you want me to make you cum.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll see you in two weeks. Remember to soak them in non iodized sea salt.” He smiled as he tossed me my bra.

“How much do I owe you? Like 70?” I hooked my bra on as I slipped my shirt back on.

“No trust me. We’re even. See you in two weeks sweetheart. This of this as a science experiment. A hypothesis if you will.” I gave him a puzzled look. “A hypothesis is an ‘if, then’ statement. If I play with your nipples, then I will make you cum.” I rolled my eyes as I noticed Ethan had a tent in his pants,

“And if I keep teasing you then you’ll have blue balls to the max right?” I chuckled to which he nodded.

“Sorry I can’t control myself when I have a beautiful bare breasted woman sitting on a table in front of me making sexual comments every chance she gets.” He huffed which I giggled. “They look good by the way.” He smiled.

“Thanks and well I’m not exactly leaving all hot and bothered. See you in two weeks.” I smiled as I walked out of his piercing room to see Grayson smirking.

“Hey.” He smiled shyly.

“Hey Grayson! Do you want to seem them?” They look really good according to your brother.” I started to pull my shirt off as Grayson stared at me.

“No one gets to see them except me Y/N.” Ethan snapped which was strange. He sounded extremely serious which threw me off guard. His eyebrows furrowed as I slipped my shirt back down.

“It’s fine Y/N. I believe they look nice and I’ve pierced plenty of nipples. Don’t forget to soak them.” He chuckled which I nodded. Ethan stood up and leaned against the door frame to which I saw his body was covered in tattoos.

“See you in two weeks Y/N.” He smirked as he walked pass me, of course his hand grazed my ass and he gave a firm squeeze.

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Domestic Bliss (Lin/Reader)

This is for the 10 minute writing challenge that someone asked me to do 300 years ago! @the-real-tony-stank sent me a prompt for some bedtime routine fluff, and that’s what this is. I meant to post this for her on Galentine’s Day, but Valentine’s Day works too :)

Word Count: 591

Note: Full disclosure, I actually took about 12 minutes.

As the credits rolled on the episode of Parks and Rec you had just watched, you untangled your legs from Lin’s and stood up off the couch to stretch.

“We should probably get ready for bed,” you suggested as you quickly finished the cup of tea he had made you earlier. “I’m just going to put the mugs in the sink. I’ll take care of them in the morning.”

“It was your turn to do the laundry this week. Any chance I’ll actually find clean pajamas in the dresser?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You gave him a guilty smile and he laughed. “Go take your shower. I’ll empty the dryer and leave clothes for you on the counter.”

As you walked past him on your way to the bathroom, Lin caught you by the waist and smacked a kiss on your cheek, making you squeal in surprise.

“Just so you know, I still like you even though you make me do your half of the housework.”

“Of course you do. You know you married up,” you said through a laugh.

You escaped his grasp and made a run for it as he started to tickle your sides, letting out a smug cheer when you made it to the safety of the bathroom. You were rinsing the conditioner out of your hair when you heard the door open followed by Lin rummaging through the medicine cabinet.

“Pajamas are on the counter, babe,” he called, clearly speaking with a mouth full of toothpaste.

You shut the water off and wrapped yourself in a towel, Lin wagging his eyebrows at you as you stepped out of the shower. You took the opportunity to shake your wet hair out in his direction and he laughed and jumped backwards. 

“See? If I did that, it would be grounds for divorce,” he accused.

“You do that literally every morning while I’m trying to get dressed, you jerk.”

“I washed the mugs so you don’t have to worry about them in the morning, and I made sure the front door is locked,” he said. You snorted at the obvious change of subject.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Now get out of my way.”

He left and got into bed while you finished up in the bathroom.

After brushing your teeth, you slipped into the clothes Lin had set out for you, rolling your eyes when you realized he hadn’t actually given you your pajamas. You walked out of the bathroom and saw your husband reading in bed, his hair somehow already wild even before sleeping on it for the night.

“Nice choice,” you said to him, gesturing at the old t-shirt of his that you had on.

“Hey, if I have to fold the laundry, I get to make a few wardrobe decisions,” he responded, lowering his book and giving you a pleased grin. “You know I like you in my clothes.”

Lin folded down the covers on your side of the bed as you approached, raising his arm for you to cuddle up under.

“Ready for lights out?” he asked.

“You can read for awhile longer if you’d like. I don’t mind,” you answered, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

He dimmed the bedside lamp and dropped a soft kiss on the top of your head. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of your husband gently scratching your back.


Pairing: Wonwoo - You

Summary: Wonwoo is an art student that hates drama class until his homework gets a little bit exciting.

Originally posted by wonwoowho

As much as Wonwoo loved art he just couldn’t stand his drama class, most of it was because of his annoying teacher, her voice was always filled with pretentiousness, her comments were always filled with judgement, she could never say ‘good job’ or ‘I like what you did there’ instead she said stuff like ‘that was nice but you got this wrong’ there was always a but and he hated it; she was also always late since she was a teacher at another school. Everyone else was really into this class because she was a director and a very good one, or that’s what everyone said, he had never seen her work, he rarely went to the theatre, just a few times as a kid with his parents but never on his own.

“Today I’m excited” His teacher said, he almost rolled his eyes at her comment ‘Now what?’ He thought “My favorite actress is doing a different monologue for three weeks and I want you all to go” He stopped listening after that knowing that she would email them the details later, she always did, he wasn’t excited at all but at least that meant no real homework for three weeks.

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Rodimus: There are only so many times you can do a Prime before someone calls you out.

Rung: ‘Do a Prime’…?

Rodimus: When Optimus wanted to get out of doing something he’d say he’d had a Matrix-induced vision and he had to work out what it meant.

*however many years earlier from this event*

Optimus is staring at a datapad while Prowl goes over stats. His optics dim. 

Optimus: *closes optics* I must go.  I am receiving a message from the Matrix. 

Elita: *somewhere* Hun, thats the second time this week. 

Sunday Shift

Started off as a memory of when I worked in retail, and grew into this klance fic. Hope you all enjoy :)

Words: 3928

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Keith, Lance, Allura, mention of Shiro and Pidge 

Pairing: Keith and Lance

Summary: Keith works a lazy Sunday shift at the local drug store, and finds it to be more boring than usual. It isn’t until a stranger makes his way through the front doors that the day takes a sudden, if not more pleasant, turn. 

The lines he had been rehearsing in his head were standard for retail workers. There was the “How can I help you?” line, and the more polite “What can I do for you?” one.  

They were almost second nature by this point, and Keith should have been able to ask them without batting an eye. Unfortunately the lines got muddled somewhere on the road from his brain to his mouth, and ended up coming out as a strangled “How can I do you?”  

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Better Without You || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 2)

Originally posted by baebsaes

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Angst

It was quiet in the hallway, save for the sound of laughter coming from your locker. Jimin had been telling you a story about his brother and him at the beach, resulting with both of them having sand shoved down their pants.

“Seriously. And neither of you told your parents?” You questioned, a grin spreading wide across your face.

“Nope. He shoved sand down my pants and I shoved it down his. There was no point in telling because than both of us would’ve been in trouble.” He said.

You laughed loudly at the thought and shut your locker, turning to face Jimin.

“You’re ridiculous.” You mumbled quietly.

“But you love it.” He replied, grabbing your hand to play with your fingers.

“Do I?” You questioned, pretending to think about it. Jimin mocked a look of hurt, only causing you to laugh louder. “Yes I do.”

A smile stretched across his face and you were about to say something else when a voice spoke up beside you. It sounded small and weak, but you knew who it was right away.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” Your eyes flickered over to the boy who had interrupted your conversation with Jimin. Jungkook looked at you with sad eyes and you could see something was really bugging him. The urge to ask him what was wrong was stronger than you had hoped for, but you managed to hold it down.

“Sure. Give me two seconds okay.” You told Jimin. He nodded and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek quickly, causing you to blush.

“Anything for my jagiya.” He said smiling. You couldn’t help the smile that came over your own face at his words. Jimin was a sweetheart and he made you happy, and that was all that mattered to you now.

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Important Lessons (Ch 4)

Your dose of my Saizo x MC college au has come ‘round again. I am so so sorry for the delay, I meant to have this done earlier in the week but I have had a combination of educational obligations and a really bad cold (springtime treats me so badly) But lo! it has come, it is here. 

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4

“Oichi. I have a problem” Your voice was muffled from the pillow you were laying face down on, as you were doing your best to avoid having to look in her direction. Rarely did you ever go to her for advice, usually she readily gave it to you before you realized you needed it…but this time was different.

Everything about this situation was different.

You heard her snort, as she reached over to pat your head, and you were sure she was giving you the ‘look’. 

The Oda family’s famous stare, equal parts withering and amused. The look had the ability to lead to smile and ice-cold stare at the drop of a pin.

It was deadly.

“And what can the great lady Oichi help you with today?” you heard her fall onto the mattress beside you and you were reminded how you ended up in this predicament.

You had just been laying on her bed really and truly minding your own business, watching her do school work, when the thought had hit you. The thought you did not want to have.

Of course, what had actually gotten you into this predicament was one old and fancy desk, at your university and a certain silver-haired fox of a man.

“I think I’m in love.” There it was. “With a guy…I…uh, I.just met?” Not all the way true, but it got your point across. Your great dilemma. The idea that had kept you up for the last two nights was finally out in the open. “The guy, well, you know who I am talking about.”

“Do I?” Her voice was calm, even, like she was sizing you up.

“Of course, the one that I have been seeing” a beat passed “Sort of”

“Oh, your secret lover.” Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and you had a feeling her stare was more mocking than kind. “Right, the one you refuse to tell me anything about.”

“Yes, him.”

A moment, complete silence.Were either of you breathing?

“Have you been taking your birth control?” she finally responded, making you shoot up, glaring at her.

“Of course!”

“Are you pregnant?” She reached out, pressing the flat of her palm against your stomach.

“What? No, of course not.” you wiggled away from her, moving to the end of the bed. “What the hell? That has nothing to do with what we were talking about.”

“Of course it does.”

“I could love someone and not be pregnant.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

“Well if you aren’t pregnant, and you aren’t planning on getting pregnant. Then I can tell you how I really feel about this situation.” Oichi idly moved her fingers through her hair, weaving a braid as she talked.


“Say it.”

“I’m not pregnant, I’m not planning on getting pregnant.” 


“How do you feel, Oichi?” You didn’t even let her word rest, jumping into the heart of the matter.

“You’re not in love” She waved a hand in front of your face. “Don’t be an idiot. “ Her voice was firm. “Whatever this guy has said to make you act this way, it’s not true.” There it was, no holding back on her part. You stared at her, shock flickering on your face.


“Oh come on, seriously? I thought we were smart enough to understand that most guys don’t mean anything they say or do. So whatever he said, don’t go rushing into a situation where you’re going to get hurt.”

“Wait- No Oichi.” You shook your head. “He hasn’t been…leading me on or anything. I’m the problem here. He pretty accurately defined the terms of our relationship.” Oichi groaned.

“Oh jeez.” She looked at you for a long moment. “Why did you allow yourself to become a permanent booty call to a boy that isn’t even good enough to bring home to me.”

“Because…because he is super hot.” You let the words tumble through your mouth, trying your best to cover any hint of what was actually going on.

“Are you serious?”

“And smart, and…and…I don’t know okay! There is just something about him.” You rolled over, resting your head in her waiting lap, finding comfort in her hands playing with your hair. “I can’t help myself.” It was true. There were many more reasons you felt that pull to him, from his acerbic humor to the way he looked at you. You were addicted.

“You know this is only going to hurt you in the end, if what you are saying…if that is really how he feels, and he doesn’t want a relationship, you’re going to get hurt.”

“I..I know that, Oichi.”

“You’re very sad.” She nodded to herself as she said it and you found that you couldn’t disagree.

“I know”

“So what do I owe the honor of this less than clandestine meeting?” You sat across from Saizo, ah wait no you meant Professor Kirigakure, resplendent in his environment, and looking at you with a mixture of interest and expectation.

You pulled out your phone, sliding it over the desk and to him.

“Professor Kirigakure, I just want a moment of your time to ask you a few questions about this.” You shot him a pointed look, watching him glance at your phone.

“Ah.” He raised an eyebrow. “These are your grades?”

“My grades for your class, to be more specific.” You clarified, gesturing at the phone. “More specifically my mid-term grade.”

“Yes?” He looked up, and for a moment your breath caught as the light of midday hit his eyes, turning them a blazing crimson.

“Y-You um, “ You had completely spaced out. Damn him and his eyes “You gave me an 89.4”

“This is true.”

“Which means it can’t be rounded up to an A”

“That is unfortunate, little lady, but I’m not sure what you expect me to do about it.” His statement made you frown and you placed your hands on your hips in response. He really couldn’t be serious.

“Professor, I think I showed enough improvement to at least get a 90.”

“What I am hearing is that we want an A, hm?” He was smirking, that trademark look on his face making you flush. “I thought I told you that I wasn’t going to give you any special favors.”

“It’s not a favor, I think I did well enough to deserve an A!” You huffed, crossing your legs and leaning forward in the chair. “ I know I improved.” You rested your hands on his desk, just inches from his own, trying your best to appear intimidating.

“You did.” He nodded. “Which is why you have a high B instead of a low C, little lady.” A blush began to climb up your neck. He….he did have a point, but still, still you had to get an A in that class.

You had gone an entirety of a collegiate career without making less than an A. It was a matter of honor. He wasn’t going to dishonor you academically, that was for sure. “You can still make an A, if you keep up your streak of good work.” He continued as if he had heard your thoughts.

You hated how he could do that.

Still you could only look at him, a pout emblazoned on your face.  He sighed, pressing a hand to his temple.

“You still have room for improvement, and you can be there for the final.” You nodded at his words, your eyes narrowed.

“Fine, professor.”

“Come now.” He sighed. “Where exactly do you plan to get with me, acting like that.” He grabbed your wrist, tugging your body over the desk.“I’ll help you, like I have been, if that is what you are concerned about.” His lips brushed against your cheek, and you felt his teeth graze your skin. It made you shiver.

“Saizo.” You sighed, the desk digging into your thighs uncomfortably. “It’s just my GPA.” You would have pulled away from him, really you would have, but he was looking at you with those eyes, and as he leaned back he pulled you with him, making you perch yourself on his desk.

Okay, maybe you wouldn’t have actually pulled away from him.

“Hush.” he leaned up, pressing his lips against yours,continuing to push you into a kneeling position as he stood, his hands tangling in your hair. You allowed him to snake his tongue into your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped from your hair down to the desk, effectively trapping you against him.

Jeez he was just so good at distracting you.

When he broke the kiss and went to pull away from you, you couldn’t help but grab the front of his dress shirt, holding him in place.

“Insatiable, are we?”

“Maybe.” You drawled your lips hovering over his. “But do you blame me?” His lips met yours again, this time slower, this time deeper.

“You’re really just a little bit dumb, aren’t you?” He gazed at you with a softness that make your heart ache.

Maybe you were just a little bit dumb.

A comfortable pattern emerged, and weeks seemed to fly by, filled with clandestine kisses and secluded meetings. Graduation was well within your grasp, and finals, although not quite yet looming, were just around the corner.

Perhaps the added danger only made the thrill in your heart grow stronger.

Still there was a barrier, you got no closer to the secrets of his soul, and he still wouldn’t let you into his room. Something, that oddly enough, was beginning to bother you.

After all, what could he be keeping in his bedroom? A wife? A dead body, perhaps? The last girl who chose to go snooping where she wasn’t allowed?

More importantly, he wouldn’t let you touch…him. Well at least, a certain part of him, It was strange, and more than a little unsettling.

You had met exactly zero guys in your life that didn’t want you to touch their dick.

Make that one, since you now had Saizo on your hands.

You were beginning to wonder about just how deep seeded his control issues were.

Still you found yourself on his couch on a friday night, lying comfortably against his chest, his hand in your hair.

Comfortable and safe.

Before you could think to express that thought aloud, the phone rang. Saizo answered, still holding you to him with his free hand, his tone obviously bored.

“To what do I owe the honor, little Lord Yukimura?”

It was quiet enough for you to hear the flustered voice of said boy, currently explaining his situation to Saizo.

“How- How do I talk to girls?” He asked, your eyes widened as you tried to stifle a giggle, glancing up to see Saizo rolling his eyes.

How cute.

“Is he serious?” You mouthed to Saizo, who only nodded, looking every inch like this was a conversation they had often.

“Yukimura,I believe the easiest way to do that is to open your mouth and hope sound comes out.”

Silence over the phone.

“That…That isn’t what I meant.” You almost couldn’t believe it. That very beautiful guy from the bar was so…so adorably shy.

“Well that did you mean? We have to use our words, don’t we?”

“I want- I want to ask this girl out!”

“Oh you have a crush?” Yukimura groaned on the other end of the phone and you let out a laugh you couldn’t stifle. Saizo’s hand was pressed against your mouth almost instantaneously, even as he set the phone on the couch’s armrest. You looked at him in confusion, but he said nothing to you, only replying to Yukimura. “Is that a yes? Or are you trying to take notes for the future?”

“Y-yes! I wouldn’t just ask a girl out for no reason.” Oh, he had put the phone on speaker. You felt his body shift, and before you recognized it you were under him, your body pushed against the cushions. You stared up at him, your eyes widening as his free hand traced your skin and he leaned over you murmur in your ear.

“Loud little ladies like you must be punished.” Your gasp was muffled, but noted, even as his hand dipped under your shorts. You wriggled against him. What was he doing?

“Ah” He licked the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “If you’re loud, he’ll hear you, won’t he? Is that what you want?” His voice was quiet, but then he spoke up.

“Of course you do, Yukimura. Now you need to tell her.” As Saizo talked his free hand stroked your clit, making you writhe against him. He was…so cruel! You bucked your hips against his hand, your fingers digging into the couch.

It was brutal to try and be quiet. He had to know, the way he was teasing you.

“Your question is how do you tell her?”

“Yes, what do I need to do? Do I need to buy her flowers? How do I do this?”

What an interesting picture, Yukimura had never asked a girl out, ever? Your thoughts were clouded, as you bit down on your lip. How odd to have Saizo as such a close friend, Saizo who literally was getting you off while on the phone with him. You reached down, unbuttoning your shorts, wriggling them off of your hips, allowing him more freedom of movement.

“Not always, just do what comes natural. The actions between a man and a woman should be organic.” Saizo punctuated his movements by moving two fingers into you, crooking his fingers. An involuntary judder of movement took you over as your body twitched in anxious pleasure.

He just needed to…to hurry up.

As though hearing your thoughts, he did the opposite, setting a languid pace with his fingers, making you want to grown in frustration, not unlike yukimura.

“E-Eh, natural, organic? I mean,  I guess we could go to a restaurant?”

“Not that kind of organic, not orgasmic either.” Saizo’s teasing tone made Yukimura stutter on the other end of the line.

You arched your body, trying to speed up his movements by quickening your own. Still he wouldn’t give you the relief you needed.

You moved one of your hands down. If Saizo wasn’t going to take care of you, you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself.

Just as you reached your underwear, the hand on your mouth was gone, clutching at your wrist instead. He looked at you, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Hey, Saizo. I need you to be serious. This girl, I mean, she is really something.”

“Just ask her on a date, that is the only advice I can give.” Saizo turned his voice to you next. “I would have thought you’d have better manners. If you make a sound. I’ll stop, how’s that sound little lady? You’ll get off so long as you’re quiet.”

You nodded, biting back a whimper at the look he was giving you.

“What was that Saizo? Did you say something?”

“Oh nothing, nothing. Just ask the girl out. Surely she can’t be that terrifying.” His pace picked up, adjusting his hand so that his palm brushed your clit every time he moved.

“She’s out of my league.”  the weight of his body was making your legs tingle, at least that is what you thought, your own hand was clamped over your mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. You. had. To. be. Quiet.

“How so little Lord?” How did he sound so bored?

“I…That isn’t important.”

“Just one of you remember to use protection. That is the only advice that counts”

“We aren’t going to!- I’m just going to take her to the movies, okay?”

“Great, tell her that.”  Your body jerked at the movement he made, and you tasted the iron of blood on your tongue.

Still if you could just make it a little further, a little more.

“Is that seriously all the advice you have to give?” Saizo sighs, as though he almost can’t believe he has to have this conversation.

“Yukimura, really. You are fully capable of what you are trying to do. I don’t see how you expect me to help.”

“You wrote a book about this…this stuff!”

“Oh is that what my book was about?” Saizo chuckled, “You might want to read it again, dear.”

They were still talking.

But really what they were saying slipped away from you, soundless moans threatening to break, to make you fail.

How much time had slipped through your fingers? You were wound up so tight, all you needed, you needed-

“Saizo, please!” Finally, you gasped his name, breaking the rules, but it worked, releasing the tension of your body and hurtling you over the precipice.

“W-Was that a woman?” Yukimura’s voice cut through your panting, Saizo leaned over you grabbing the phone with his free hand.

“Oh dear, little Lord, it seems I have to go.” And he hung up. All the while he slowed the pace of his hand, removing himself from you, leaving you panting and watching him.  “What should I do with you?” That was addressed at you. “I wanted to punish you, but the expressions you made were worth it.” His hand brushed at the gathered water at the corners of your eyes.

“I-…I think you punished me enough.”

“You can’t be serious.” You stared wide-eyed at Oichi. “You’re not going on a date with Sanada Yukimura.

“I am.” Oichi stood at the door, and she looked absolutely stunning,  as usual.

“Are you trying to give him a heart attack, looking like that?” You snorted.

“What are you saying I look bad?” She crossed her arms, glaring at you.

“No, no, the opposite, you look almost perfect, Oichi. He’s going to have a breakdown, this is your first date!”

“Right, so I am dressed to impress. I’d like a second date, too, you know?”

“Er, well. Okay. I mean, you’re very pretty, he’s just-” You trailed off, realizing you wouldn’t be able to explain to her what you knew or how you knew it.

“What, do you have some sort of inside information on him?”

“Uh, no, of course not.” You froze, blinking at her. “But really, you are stunning.”

“Duh.” she turned on her heels. “Don’t wait up on me, okay?”

Poor Yukimura was in for it wasn’t he.

“Calling my phone is an odd move, little lady.” Saizo’s amused voice cut through the speaker. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I was just calling because I found out who your little lord Yukimura is going on his date with.” You continued unabashedly, wanting to be the first to tell him the development.

“Oh, you were able to pay that much attention to the conversation, I obviously should have been working harder.” You couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks. Why was he so cheeky?

“M-Maybe you should have.” You settled on a bitten back reply. He laughed then, a sort of sound that made butterflies bloom like flowers in your stomach.

“You say that now, but I seem to remember you weren’t saying much then. “ His voice was like a purr in your ear.

“Because I wasn’t allowed to speak.”

“Oh so if we did it again, would you have something to say?” He got you there and you frowned in unconscious response. “Don’t make that face.”

“W-What, how’d you know I was making a face?”

“The same way I know that he’s on a date with your flighty roommate.”

“Did Yukimura tell you?” Their previous phone call had ended without it, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t called him back, although you felt like Yukimura was trying to keep this date a secret.

“No, he didn’t, in fact I didn’t really know either of those things, until just now, when you confirmed both, little lady.” You let out a sigh.

He was such a capricious man. 

“Saizo, you need a hobby, so you don’t tease me so much.”

“Teasing you is my hobby.”

“Your date was good?” You looked  Oichi over, not a hair out of place, and back by 10 pm. You smiled, your impression of Yukimura had not been wrong.

“Ah, um, yeah.” She smiled at you, a genuine grin. “We have another date scheduled for Friday actually.”

“Oh that is great!” You hugged her. “He seems nice.”

“Yeah, he wants us to eat dinner with one of his friends, actually.” She pulled away, holding you at arm’s length. “I was wondering if you’d like to come.”

“What?” You cocked your head to the side. “Like a double date?” You were not going to say yes, no way.

“No, not like a double date, he’s just got a friend coming, and I don’t want to be left out.”

“What kind of person brings a 3rd to a date when he isn’t planning on getting freaky?” 

“Please just say yes.” Oichi grabbed your hands, looking you in your eyes. No, not her puppy-dog eyes. You couldn’t say no.She really was dangerous.

“F-Fine, Oichi. I’ll go.” She smirked in victory.

“Thank goodness, I wasn’t about to sit with Yukimura and professor Kirigakure all night long by myself!”

“W-What did you just say Oichi!? Who??”

She had already walked off.

Oh shit.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Tagging: @jemchew @lexiiferr @frywen-babbles @tearscrime @nairil-daeris @honeybeelily @han-pan  As always, feel free to tag whoever (I mean to tag more people, but tumblr is being uncooperative) I hope y’all like this, and I hope you can smell the development of plot in the air. 

A Familiar Face

Klaroline Infinity Day 7 - Ideal Endgame Scene

A year, a century, what was time to an immortal? For Caroline, forty years meant love, laughter, fear and grief. With her daughters grown, she’s ready to stop playing it safe and to go looking for the adventures the world once promised.

She had forgotten how lonely it could be, the fate of a vampire. At home, the girls knew exactly who she was and what that meant - but they couldn’t possibly understand the weight of outliving such a phase in her life. Humans went through a handful of these complete shifts, but Caroline was realizing she would have to do this over and over again until she met the wrong end of a pointy stick.

Having buried both Stefan and Alaric years before and signed the Bennett School over to Josie and Lizzie, Caroline decided to take a well deserved retirement trip around the world for her sixty-fifth birthday. She had left a week earlier, kissing the girls at the airport. “I love you, call me every day.”

“Every week,” Josie promised sternly, onlookers probably confused to see a young woman asking her mother to call every day.

Because Caroline didn’t look her nearly sixty-five years; she didn’t look a day over seventeen, and she never would. It was a realization that came in waves, one that hit her again as she flew over the Atlantic to South Africa. The list of postcards and souvenirs she had planned to buy was much too short for someone of her age, but everyone had died or moved on with their very human lives.

The girls, obviously, would receive the brunt of her gifts. Matt never cared for her messages, and Elena didn’t even know who Caroline was anymore. Some of the school’s students kept in touch, but it wasn’t the same.

She was always missing the people she loved, and she wanted someone to miss her.

Shaking her head, Caroline glanced around the plane to distract herself from the morose thoughts. Brass curls caught her attention, but she turned to her book before she could let herself wonder why.

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Note:  This is an AU I’ve mentioned a few times.  To cut to the chase, Sheldon is a wizard and Amy is his student.  There will be at least seven chapters of this story (it’s mostly done, but still needs work).  I hope you enjoy it if AUs are up your alley.

“Excuse me, sir? Do you know any mages who are taking on new students?” Amy asked the short man in the square. She had taken to just questioning whomever she could find to ask. She had been inquiring all day, but none of the teachers in town were taking on any students. To make matters worse, Amy didn’t have much she could pay even if she could find a teacher. Plus the inn in town was taking bits of that, so the longer she took, the less likely she thought she would be to actually find someone. Still, she wasn’t giving up until she found someone who could instruct her in the magical arts.

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thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

It's five in the morning I just woke up AGAIN and my body has been doing this to me for the past week I am exhausted :(

I’m so sorry, lovely! I meant to respond to this WAY EARLIER - but fucking LIFE™ got in the way. Have some teeth rotting fluff (edit: whatever this ended up being) as my apology. I hope you’ve been able to sleep well since.

[EDIT] As a quick side note now that I finished writing it, I am super tired and just realized I changed tenses a million times - please forgive me if this or the characterization OR THE ANYTHING doesn’t make sense. XD I tried.

It’s common knowledge that Percival Graves does not sleep. The aurors tell Newt that the man’s blood is made of coffee. He ingests more cups of black, soul crushing coffee than he does water; or food, for that matter. One might even call it an addiction, if they really didn’t give shit about their job or their life. 

He takes his biggest cup in the morning - it is also his strongest cup. The sharp, heady stench of black roast can be smelt all across MACUSA every morning from Graves’ cup alone. From there, he has another two before lunch time. Sometimes, he’ll eat a sandwich or hotdog. Usually, he’ll forget. He’s only got time to brew a cup or grab a bite before his 1 o’clock meeting, and everyone knows what he’ll pick.

There’s another large cup that comes around 3. Another before the end of the day, and finally - after his most painful Wednesday meeting - a cup of blonde roast with just one dollop of honey, to soothe his enraged throat after a meeting of enraged interdepartmental fighting.

Everyone knows that Percival Graves does not sleep.

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All Of You Part 3

Taeyang x reader

Genre: Angst, romance

Au: High school!au

Words: 2984

Chapter: 3 / 5

Author/admin: Zoie

Beta: HO

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fatimaloveskpop said to kpop-reads:Heyyyyy! Can you write an SF9 Taeyang fic based on the song All of Me by John Legend? I’m so sorry my request is pretty lame​ but you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr so it’d be great if you could write this.❤❤❤❤❤

Author’s note: I’m a mess for taeyang and All of me by john legend. It puts me in my feels so hard and i cant help but write angsty shit in my feels so SORRY IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ANGST BUT IT GONNA HAPPEN.

Beta’s note: Literally, Zoie writes so fast. I’m such a slowpoke when it comes to beta-ing. Blame me for the slow updates, not Zoie.

“I hate you, but fucking love you at the same damn time. You’re making me go insane.”

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i am lost in you; [1/3]

powerful business woman alex danvers meets her personal assistant maggie sawyer.

inspired by chylers and flos glaad appearance.



Alex still wasn’t sure how she ended up running one of the biggest companies in the world. For real, she has no idea how it happened. But it did happen, somehow and now she is one of the most powerful women in the world and to say that she was proud is an understatement.

Sure, her sister may be Supergirl, an alien and a hero to everyone in National City but Alex was a powerful business women who owned half of National City.

And really, her sister was more a hero for her than most people can imagine, and she dearly loved her with everyone she had but there were moments when Alex wanted to strangle her. Like, when she decided to hire Alex a personal assistant because she ‘needed more time for herself’. But Alex knew Kara’s true intentions.

“Come on Alex, you really should start dating again. It’s fun, believe me.” Kara cheekily smiled at her bigger sister, while sitting on a thousand dollars chair, a file in her one hand and pizza in the other.

“I date.” Alex replied lamely and Kara rolled her eyes.

“Going out with someone on tinder for drinks doesn’t count as a date.”

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Matthew Tkachuk #1 - Festival

Anon asked: Can i request a matt tkachuk imagine where you guys go to a carnival together?

Yes anon you can request a Matt Tkachuk one! I am so sorry y’all that it has been taking a lot longer to write. Life has been kind of hectic recently but after today it should be smoothing out. Little side note: I have an ex-boyfriend who looks weirdly similar to Matthew so when I was doing my research and whatnot for this it caught me by surprise because I thought I was looking at my ex. I hope you enjoy this!

Every July the city of Calgary throws an event called “The Calgary Stampede” that is full of good music, fun rides and delicious food. You and your family had been going for as long as you could remember. This time around you had your boyfriend Matthew in attendance and he had yet to attend. You were excited to show him around the festival and hoped it brought as much joy to him as it did you.

At first he was reluctant to attend. He had a fear of heights he thought he had kept a secret but you had known almost since the beginning of your relationship when he kept making excuses to not climb trees with you. Your favorite ride at the festival was the Ferris Wheel so naturally he was nervous. You eventually persuaded him to join you with looks of affection and a bit of guilt tripping. You weren’t above taking drastic measures to get what you wanted.

On the day of the festival you were thrumming with excitement and thought you were going to vibrate out of your shoes. Matthew was happy that you were happy. Because you forced him to wake up early you were some of the first in line and had your pick of the attractions. You led him through the tents by your intertwined hands and narrowly avoided running into a few people.

You felt it’d be best to start off easy with the rides and eventually build up to the more intense ones; the carousel seemed like a good place to start. The morning flew by and soon your stomach ached from laugher and being hungry. Matthew went off to find lunch while you found a place to sit. A thankfully vacant bench was nestled beneath a large tree providing shade from the sweltering heat. Your boyfriend returned ten minutes later balancing two waters and two hotdogs in his hands. He passed one of each to you and removed several condiment packets from his pocket. You took what you needed and bit into the hotdog. It was from the Sal’s Hotdogs stand judging by the paper it was wrapped in which was the same place you would get lunch from when you came with your parents. A small smile appeared on your face when you realized it meant Matt had listened to the offhand comment you had made earlier in the week.

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No bark, no bite [Wolf!AU]

A good thing about being a wolf is that you don’t need to actually talk to someone to find your mate. In fact you only need to use your nose and find that scent that somehow will tell you ‘it’s her’. After that, things go even easier. 

It might sound a little bit lame, specially coming from a werewolf. We are supposed to be fierce, charming, experts… but I’m different. I’m kinda the loner of the pack, the unwanted, the omega. I didn’t choose to be it, I didn’t ask for it but I also don’t mind. It’s not like I’m not strong, in fact I’m the strongest, some alpha material. But I don’t care for that, I just want to be left alone, to be on my own. 
Which is impossible.
We are a different pack, an unique one.
My brothers are very close, we all share a special bond.
So no matter how ‘omega’ I am, they will always be there for me and I’ll be there for them. But that’s another story to tell.

Back to the soulmates thing, we are supposed to find ours in our or close packs, sometimes it can be in a distant pack or even an enemy pack. But finding a human mate… It has happened once or twice, unusual cases. Just like me.

“Hey! Say something! I need an explanation! Aren’t you supposed to tell me that what I saw wasn’t real? That I was only imagining things? Are you going to bite me?” She kept talking but I wasn’t really listening. Not that I didn’t want to but I just couldn’t. Her eyes wouldn’t let me. I was completely lost in them, they were even more beautiful than the moon.
“Hey! Are you planning on eating me alive?!” 
Was she serious? Like I would eat my soulmate. Soulmate. Soulmate.

I probably already knew what she was, from the first moment I perceived her scent. But it was not until that moment when I realized what it meant. Happiness. Love. Forever. A few words crossed my mind as I turned myself into a human, forgetting she was staring directly at me, scared of the wolf that was in front of her. She probably thought I was planning to attack, when the only thing I was doing was trying to tattoo her image in my mind.
“I’m sorry… but ho-how am I going to… deny it”
“Just like that?! What are you going to do if I tell someone hm?!” I had to admit she looked so cute, with her hands on her waist with that cocky attitude. 
“You won’t…” It was hard for me, talking to a girl. Like I said, if I had a normal mate I would only need to smell her.. Lick her ears, as weird as it sounds, and some other animal stuff. But having a human as a mate… that made things different, I had to talk. I had to win her hear. And she had seen me. It was going to complicate things.

“How do you know I won’t tell someone? How can you be so sure that hunters won’t be here by the morning” She was actually smiling, her hand was getting closer to me… to my fur-now coat.
“Because you are curious. And the only way I tell you about it all… is for you to remain silent”
“You are a smart one!”
She stated, running her hands over my coat. I just watched her. “I like you”
“Well I’m a wolf… what did you expect”
We made eye contact, we started laughing.
Say… is it possible for a werewolf and a human to be friends?” She smiled and looked to the moon. I continued looking at her and kissed her cheek before my mind told me not to.
Only if it’s meant to be”

A/N: Hey! Sorry for not posting earlier! I’ve been playing the sims all week… I’m addicted Xd Anyways I hope y’all like this! Xoxo, Ara~