i might try my hand at it later

anonymous asked:

Hello!! This may be a weird question but I too am heavily interested in birds but unlike you, I cannot draw them as well. :,^( If it's not too much work (if it is just ignore this, i don't mind), do you know of any good references or sources to learn more about birds from facts to anatomy? I know this is a pretty wide range so again, I totally understand if you can't! I just thought it was worth an ask. Thank you so much!!

i don’t really have any specific reference places but here’s some things i do. 

 drawing birds is arguably one of the hardest animals because of their feathers. unlike fat and fur that folds to the body in a way that’s usually readable to whats underneath, feathers sort of create a ‘bubble’ around the body which makes a lot of body parts indistinguishable to where one ends and another begins. so its important to always think in terms of skeletal anatomy:

birds are dinosaurs and therefore reptiles. looking at birds this way, it’s a lot easier to see their evolution.

with that in mind, say we wanna draw this dude. owls are pretty tough because their outward appearances are so deceiving.

we’ve got a neutral pose, feathers are generously surrounding most of the body so its no sweat, we don’t really know whats going on. but we can hide it. but now we want to make him move and look cool. without really knowing whats going on we might get stuck on something like this:

its always kind of stiff and frustratingly unrealistic. mostly this is because we just don’t have enough knowledge of the skeletal structure to work with. eyeballing anatomy on our first drawing might get something like the left, more than anything people aren’t generous enough with leginess of birds:

 owls do indeed have regular proportioned necks with the rest of their bodies. and their skulls are like that of any other stereotypical raptor under their mask of feathers (minus their freaky eye sockets and ears)) they can open their mouths wide just like a hawk or eagle can. it’s important to remember that birds with large wingspans do not magically lose their length when hidden. they are just conveniently folded in against their bodies.

knowing this we can try again. suddenly things seem to click in place more and have a believable-ness to them.

the rule of thumb for most birds is they have less body mass and more leg/neck than one thinks. they are lanky dinosaurs.

when we are looking at this:

we are seeing this:

with that rule, drawing birds becomes a lot less confusing. with practice you might just eyeball their feathered appearances but if not, going back to skeletal/muscle structure gives the base you need to draw convincing birds.

when it comes to specific body parts, the most challenging part for me personally have always been feet. birds with super twiggy feet are easier because one line per toe is easy to get away with. but when you get to birds with meatier feet, especially raptors, it gets difficult. my way of getting around this is to think of the actual ‘feet’ last. drawing each separate toe first gets confusing because you just find yourself trying to get them to each fit evenly together at the base of the foot. one always seems kind of skinnier or fatter than the others in my experiences, and by the time you correct it the gesture gets muddled and lost.

so i just skip that part until later, i draw talon first.

perhaps this is very unorthodox, but just like artists might square in the hands first on a human before working out the arms, i square in the talons to know where i want them before worrying how they go on exactly.

that way we have a clear gesture captured, and in my experience it is much more readable.

thats’ really all i can think of now in terms of my techniques, i hope this helps :V

anonymous asked:

57 with fluff ending?

Her (Yoongi x Reader Angst/Fluff)

Prompt request: “You don’t understand, you never do!”

Summary: Yoongi is still close with his most recent ex. He doesn’t think much of it, and he’s told you many times that he doesn’t have any feelings for her. But when they dated for years, and you’ve only been in the picture for a few weeks, you can’t help but feel a little insecure. 

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jeonbase

You yawned quietly, snuggling into Yoongi’s lap. The movie playing in front of you was boring, and it already hours past midnight. As you fought the urge to fall asleep, you turned your head to see how your boyfriend was faring.

Above you, Yoongi’s face was illuminated by the bright screen of his phone. He was typing away, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Every now and then, his lips would quirk into a smile or he would laugh breathily.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly due to your exhaustion. Yoongi glanced down at you, his eyes wide with surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. “I’m getting sleepy.

“Oh, I’m just texting Eunha,” Yoongi replied, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above his television. You couldn’t help but frown at the mention of Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, and the fact he was talking to her while you were supposed to be spending time together. “Yeah, it’s getting late. I didn’t even notice. You gonna head to your dorm?”

You sat up quickly and grabbed the remote that was beside you. You turned off the TV and stood up. “Yeah,” you answered curtly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face tired. He stood up, too, and tucked his phone into his back pocket. “You know that we’re just friends. There aren’t any feelings between us. Besides, we were friends before we dated, I’m not just gonna cut her out of my life.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said resignedly, looking at your feet instead of Yoongi. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just me.”

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Yoongi said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m dating you because I like you, not anyone else. Don’t worry about stuff like that, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, returning your boyfriend’s smile with a small one of your own. Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Come on, it’s already late,” Yoongi said, grabbing your head and threading his fingers through yours. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you laughed, trying to disentangle your hand from his. He wouldn’t let go. “Really, it’s fine. My residence is like, a five minute walk away.”

“So?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrow raised challenging. “It’s dark. Something might happen. And besides, I want to.”

“If you insist,” you conceded teasingly. The two of you slipped into your shoes and exited Yoongi’s small dorm, hand in hand and smiling the entire way back to your place.

A few days later, you and Yoongi were supposed to meet up at a quaint coffeeshop for brunch. You had planned the date a few weeks ago. Yoongi was fairly late, so you wondered if he had forgotten. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. Sighing, you started to text Yoongi.

SENT 10:27 AM

Hey r u coming?


Yeah I’m OMW. Sorry about that.

SENT 10:33 AM

It’s cool. I’m gonna order so I don’t get kicked out tho


I just bumped into Eunha. She just got in from Daegu today. Do you mind if she comes along?

SENT 10:37 AM

Seriously Yoongi?


I know, I know. But she’s not gonna have any time to see me otherwise. I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N.

SENT 10:42 AM

Fine. Do what you want.

And when Yoongi and Eunha waltzed into the coffeeshop, eyes bright with laughter and huge smiles, you regretted texting that.

Yoongi spotted you quickly, and shot you an apologetic smile before leading Eunha to where you were sitting. You hated to admit it, but she was really pretty. Her and Yoongi probably made a great couple.

“Y/N, this is Eunha,” Yoongi introduced as they sat down in front of you. “Eunha, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Oh!” Eunha exclaimed, looking a little flustered once she realized she was interrupting a date. Still, she smiled dazzlingly at you. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Yoongi are old friends, and we haven’t seen each other in a long time. I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a date, though.”

“Nice to meet you, too!” you replied cheerfully, although your smile was not as genuine as you tried to make it. “And it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Damn, Yoongi,” Eunha laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. “You’re such a shitty boyfriend. I’m so glad I broke up with you.”

“Hey, she said it was fine!” Yoongi said defensively, though he was laughing. “And I broke up with you, for the record.”

“Whatever,” Eunha snorted, picking up the menu from the table. “We should order. This place looks really good. Oh! Yoongi, they have crêpes. Your favourite!”

“Oh, really? Awesome,” Yoongi smiled. You bit your bottom lip, frustrated that you didn’t know that, and even more frustrated that Eunha did. “I’ll have that then, I guess.”

The two friends conversed easily, catching up for lost time. Soon, they began talking about old friends–ones still living in Daegu that you hadn’t even heard of–and you stopped listening. The food arrived shortly after, and you slowly ate your Belgian waffles as Yoongi chatted away.

You watched him devour his chocolate crêpes, and then yell when Eunha snatched a piece with her fork. They looked like the couple, not you and Yoongi, But you bit your lip and said nothing, not wanting to make a scene.

In what felt like hours later, everyone had finally finished their food. Still, neither Yoongi nor Eunha looked like they had intentions of leaving anytime soon. The two of them hadn’t addressed you in the last few minutes, so you played idly on your phone.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom real quick,” Eunha announced, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. You winced at the sound. “Be right back!”

Eunha bounced away in search of the restroom. Once she was out of sight, Yoongi turned to you excitedly.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “She’s really fun, right? You should talk more, I think you two would make great friends.”

“Are you being serious, Yoongi?” you hissed, incredulous. “I’m sure she’s a great person, but really? We’re on a fucking date right now.”

“You said it was fine!” Yoongi exclaimed, his smile slipping away. “And I rarely get to see her. Forget that we dated–she’s one of my best friends. You know, it’s hard leaving half my life behind in Daegu. I’m sorry for wanting to see my friends and introduce them to you.”

“It’s not about that, you asshole,” you snapped, standing up. “You can be friends with whoever you want Yoongi. But think about this in my perspective, okay?”

You grabbed your thin jacket from behind your chair. Pulling a bill from your pocket, you threw it onto the table. “That should cover my food,” you said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. There’s no point in me staying.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Yoongi growled, his voice deepening angrily. “I don’t understand why you’re–”

“You don’t understand, you never do!” you interrupted. “We’ll talk about this later. Tell Eunha I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say bye.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the store.

Secretly, you were hoping Yoongi would come after you, but he didn’t.

With nothing to do, you wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, you came across a familiar landmark. There was a small park in the middle of the downtown area. You and Yoongi had been there several times together.

You walked slowly through the familiar setting, coming across a small pond. It was cool outside, so there weren’t as many animals as there were the last time you had came with Yoongi. There was a bench nearby, so you flopped onto it and stared at the blue sky above you, letting your mind wander to anywhere but Yoongi.

Still, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. You were angry with Yoongi, but you were even angrier at yourself for being so insecure. Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around you and stood up, ready to leave.

“Y/N,” Yoongi panted from behind you, his voice too familiar to miss. You spun around, mouth agape in surprise. “I had no idea where you went. Took me so long to find you.”

“I didn’t think you were going to follow me,” you replied, crossing your arms. Still, seeing Yoongi before you, breathless and sweating in his desperation to find you, dissipated your anger. Sighing, you spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You were wrong to do what you did, but I overreacted and I apologize for that.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Yoongi said with a small smile, moving closer to you. “I realize now that I’ve been pretty shitty. Not just for bringing Eunha on our date, but because I even let you feel any type of jealousy over Eunha.”

“My feelings are my own,” you snorted, uncrossing your arms as Yoongi had a move to hold your hands. You let him, his warm hands completely engulfing your frigid ones. “They’re mine to deal with.”

“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I’m not good at talking about things like this. But it’s my fault for not telling you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. If I did, you would know that what I feel to you is incomparable to what I feel–or felt–for Eunha.”

“How much you love me?” you teased, although your heart was hammering in your chest. Yoongi had never said that before, and you didn’t either because you didn’t want to pressure him.

“Yes, how much I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his cheeks turning bright red. “I’m sorry I never told you before. But it’s true. I’m sorry I made you think that my feelings for you were anything less than that.”

“Well, you’re forgiven,” you laughed, pressing a quick peck against Yoongi’s lips. “And, for the record, I love you too.”

And, much later, you realized Yoongi had been right. You and Eunha made great friends, and Yoongi was beginning to regret ever introducing the two of you.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…so I was going to make this a Tutor!Yoongi thing, but I’m like 99% sure that’s not what any of the anons were requesting. But if you want a tutoring AU…like let me know. Thanks for requesting to all the people who did! I hope you enjoyed. As always, thanks for reading 💛

One of Those Days  [ R.M ]

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Request: Can I request a super fluffy Reggie x Reader? The reader had a shit day b her parents are overbearing and expect a lot from her and get mad bc she messed up and they yell at her. Also she’s been studying and swarmed with homework and she goes to Reggie bc she wants cuddles and she tells him about her day and he just listens then reassures her that she’s doing her best and that he’s proud of her and then he makes her take a break from of everything by napping/ cuddling with him


Word Count: 890

Warnings: Some fluff mostly

A/N: Ok I apologise for how much this sucks; I was basically dying when I wrote this. Anyways, I hope this is what was wanted!

“What’s been wrong with you lately?” Reggie blurts, fiddling with the strap of his bag on his shoulder. It was a usual thing for him to walk you home once the both of you have finished the day at school (of course, along with any extra curricular activities) ever since the two of you had started dating. Reggie would usually swing an arm over your shoulder or lazily conjoin your fingers with his but he kept to himself today. He noticed how tense you’ve been and he didn’t want to do anything that had the possibility of making you feel uncomfortable.

“What do you mean?” You mumble, not bothering to meet his questioning gaze. You knew exactly what he meant, but you just didn’t want to talk to him about it. Besides, you thought you were fine to deal with it alone.

“You’ve been acting weird lately. Like, distant,” Reggie explains, “or as if something’s bothering you.”

“I-uh, I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumble, your eyes falling to the gravel underneath your feet.

There was something that had been bothering you and as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that Reggie wouldn’t buy any excuses. You’re parents had been on your back more than usual and had been expecting more and more from you. They had yelled at you last night and that had set you in a bad mood ever since. As well as having overbearing parents, you had been pretty sure you’d been drowning in homework and studies. You were more than just stressed out and you’re days have repeatedly been bad ones.

“Yeah, well,” Reggie rolls his eyes. “I want to hear about it.”

“Reggie, not now. I just want to rest.”

“You can rest at my place.” Reggie interlaces his fingers with yours, quickly pulling you in the direction of his house rather than yours. You don’t bother protest.

It barely takes you five minutes to arrive at his house. As soon as the two of you step through the door, Reggie grabs an armful of snacks from the kitchen before dragging you to his bedroom. You take a seat on his bed, placing your bag on the floor.

“It’s one of those days,” You say once Reggie has settled himself beside you, resting your head on his chest and flinging his arm around your shoulders. “Where I feel like I’ve achieved nothing at all. But like, for almost the past whole week. My parents are asking too much of me, Reggie, I can’t keep up.”

Reggie doesn’t say anything. He just nods, placing a small kiss on your forehead and caressing your shoulder with his thumb. You were thankful for his silence–it was an indication that he was listening and not just letting you speak at him rather than to him.

“Apparently, I’m not doing enough. Apparently, I need to try harder or I’m not doing anything correctly. And, damn it, I’ve been trying so hard but all they’re doing is reminding me that I’m just not enough.”

“Don’t listen to that, please. Try and shut it out because it’s not true. You’re so much more than just ‘enough’, you hear me? Don’t you ever doubt that.” Reggie frowns, his gaze becoming more intense as he waits for you to carry on. He knew that you needed to let it out sooner or later.

“Try as I might, I can’t keep my mind off of my worries,” You mumble, taking his free hand in between your own. You fiddle with his fingers, lacing and detangling them between your own. It was a comforting action for the both of you. “And last night, my mom and dad yelled at me because my grades weren’t as they would have liked. I tried my best but they don’t care. Honestly, Reggie, I feel like I’m a disappointment to them.”

“Think ‘bout it this way, being a disappointment is better than you think. No one else will have any high standards of you. So, when you do something cool, everyone is amazed,” Reggie smirks. He shakes his head, flashing you a small smile. “Okay, but seriously, babe. You’re not a disappointment to anyone and you never will be.”

“I just–I want to run away. I don’t want to deal with any of this. Even though I know that these bad days will pass by soon enough and I’ll have good days again.”

“Run away?” Reggie watches you fiddle with his fingers, his head leaning on yours, which still rested against his chest. He chuckles, knowing that you didn’t really mean it. You could feel the vibrations of his chest against your ear. “Do you really think that is the right way to go about things?”

“It was too much for me to handle, but I think it’ll be alright.”

“Hm,” Reggie hums, running his fingers lightly through your hair as he nods. He pecks your cheeks, noticing your eyelid begin to droop. Neither of you realised just how tired you were up until now. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You’re tired.”

You fall asleep with your arms and legs tangled between Reggie’s. A small smile lingers on your lips, even in your sleep and Reggie’s fingers in your hair lull you into one of the most peaceful sleeps you’ve had in quite some time.

Fic: Walking in the deep blue night

Part three of my Heartlines AU.

Part 1 Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the Half Light


Originally posted by undertheinfinite

He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?

“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”

But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.

“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”

“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.

“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.

“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.

Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”

“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.

He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him.  Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.

But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…

After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.

She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow.  She was lovelier than he had remembered.

“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”

She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.

“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”

“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”

 “oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”

He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.

He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”

“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty.  The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”

“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.

“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent  in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.

“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”

“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.

“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.

“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”

“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen”  She gave him a watery half smile at that.

“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”

She squeezed his hand.

“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”

Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.

Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.

“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”

“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.

“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.

Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.

The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.

“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.

“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.

“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night

BTS Reaction: They walk in on you wearing their clothes

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back! This isn’t necessarily requested but it’s just something I fancied writing for you guys- my next reaction is probably going to be Day6 so if any of you guys have any ideas feel free to drop them in my inbox! 


Originally posted by dirtyvocalist-junhoe

‘Jagi… isn’t that my shirt?’ he’d ask, looking you up and down while you trotted around the house. ‘It might be…’ you replied, turning around to face him but when you did he was nowhere to be found. He rushed back 30 seconds later with a shirt in either hand: ‘here try these!’ he said enthusiastically. 


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi wasn’t quite sure what to feel. He was caught somewhere in between thinking you looked adorable all cuddled up in his hoodie, but there was an underlying feeling that you looked incredibly sexy. He’d pull your face close using the hoodie strings and depending on his mood you’d either get a kiss on the forehead… or everywhere else.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by jinkooks

Seeing you in his sweatpants with the cuffs of the legs rolled up to stop them brushing against the floor, he thought you were the cutest thing he ever did see. He would giggle to himself as you paraded into your living room, the crotch hanging low as you slumped down on the sofa, you were clearly comfy so that’s all that mattered. 


Originally posted by nycbtslover

This kid would be so extra. Seeing you go to leave the house in a pair of his sneakers he’d clutch his heart dramatically, falling at your feet and telling you how his sneakers had never been so fortunate to bless the feet of a princess. To which you’d just role your eyes and giggle before leaving him  to be his usual sunshine self.


Originally posted by bwipsul

Smug af. He hadn’t even really noticed you wearing his jumper when you left to go and meet the boys but when he did he couldn’t have been more proud. The boys knew that was his jumper and seeing you wearing it meant they all knew you were his too and that made him very happy, not to mention proud.


Originally posted by jeonthegreat

It seemed to Tae that you took forever to get ready to go out and get some ice cream, but it was all worth it when you came downstairs with his snapback perched upon your head. ‘Ah jagi you look adorable with my hat on!’ he’d coo, before kissing you on the nose and grabbing your hand, practically skipping all the way to the ice cream shop.


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Now, Jungkook was always super happy to see you when you came and visited him at dance practice, it meant the world that you went out of your way to support him. But when you came in wearing his beanie, like a symbol of pride showing you were his, he had a whole new appreciation for how good you looked in it. He’d give you that look, vowing in his head to show you just how much it meant to him later.

lucaya prompt

in which a chapter closes and they realize their feelings. requested by two anonymous asks! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Maya was angry. She was the definition of angry. She loved Riley too much to ever hurt her. Maya had told Lucas she didn’t like him like that. She was supposed to love Josh, but she didn’t. It was Lucas, and it always had been. Not Zay, not Josh, and definitely not Farkle. Always Lucas, as crazy as it was.

Maya knew she shouldn’t keep this from Riley, she couldn’t. It was physically impossible for Riley and Maya to keep secrets. So, there Maya sat in the bay window, alone. She was waiting for Riley and the inevitable tears that would come. But, as Riley had once told her, you need to feel whatever you feel. She reminded herself of this over and over to reassure herself that everything would be okay. It always was.

Besides, it’s not like her and Lucas were dating or anything! Lucas had never chosen, in fear of hurting one of the girls he cared so deeply for.

Suddenly, Riley walked into her bedroom, hand in hand with Farkle. Maya looked confused, but Riley was happy to see her best friend.

“Hi!” Riley exclaimed, putting her arms around Maya.

“Farkle, can you give us a moment?” She asked the blue-eyed boy who then nodded, leaving the two girls.

“Riley, I care about you more than anyone else in the world.” She started.

“I know.” Riley smiled. “What’s going on?”

“I know this might mess things up, but I can never keep things from you.”

“You can tell me anything, Maya.” Riley grinned at the blonde girl in front of her.

“ithinkistilllikeLucas.” Maya rushed out all at once.

“Slow down.” Riley chuckled.

“I think I still like Lucas. I’m so sorry, Riles.” She said and Riley just smiled.

“It’s okay, Maya. You’re my best friend and I would never try to stop you from your feelings.”

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Of course.” Riley said with a real grin on her face.

“Okay, but why were you holding hands with Farkle?” Maya questioned.

“That’s for later. Go get your man!” Riley exclaimed, embarrassed. She pushed Maya out of the window, locked it, and smiled to herself.


Maya walked around downtown, anxiously waiting for Lucas to text her back.

Maya: Ranger Rick, meet me somewhere?

Lucas: yeah, where?

Maya: you know what, i’m coming to yours. be there in 10.

Maya sent her response that sounded cocky over the text, but she was honestly shaking with nerves.

She strolled down the road that Lucas lived on, cheeks red from the cold. Snow started to lightly fall, causing her to pick up her pace. No way in hell she was walking through snow. Soon enough, she ended up outside the door of Lucas’ apartment.

“This is it.” She thought, taking a deep breath and pressing the buzzer.

His mother greeted her, sending her back to his room with a gracious smile. Maya thanked her and walked back to his bedroom, hands shaking as she knocked.

“Hey, Maya.” He said softly, a smile gracing his face.

“Hey, Sundance.”

“I thought we stopped with the nicknames.” He groaned.

“We never stopped, Lucas.”

“Wait a minute-” He started.


“You just called me Lucas. You haven’t called me Lucas since-”

“Since what, Hop-along?”

“Since you liked me.” He said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t like you.” She said, voice dangerously low.

“Then why’d you come here?”

“T-To imitate you. We’re on winter break, I wanted my fix.”

“That’s not it, and you know it.” He said, stepping closer to her.

“I don’t like you.” She repeated, voice lower than it had ever been.

“I guess that’s good because I don’t like you either. In fact, I think I’ll call up Riley right now and invite her out.” He said nonchalantly.

“Fine, see if I care.” Maya said angrily.

“I mean, it’s always been R-”

“Shut up, Lucas. You know how I feel about you. And I know you feel the same.”

“You do? And how’s that?”

“Shut up!” She finally broke, raising her voice at him.

“It’s you, Maya. It’s you. Sure, I like Riley, but not in the way I like you.”

“What way is that?” She questioned.

“I don’t know. You make me feel nervous, excited, and fearless all at once. I don’t really know what it is, Clutterbucket.”

“So, what does this make us?”

“I, uh, I don’t know, Maya. What do you want?”

“I want us to have conversations and for us to hold hands and hug and, and for you to let me tease you and kiss you whenever I want. That’s what I want but I could never say it because you’d reject me, but that’s what I want. It’s what I’ve always craved.”

“I-I want that too.” Lucas stuttered, surprised by her sudden outburst of feelings for him.

“So, what now?” She said, biting her lip in that way that made Lucas go crazy.

Lucas didn’t know what to say, so he took one small step forward and hugged the small blonde girl. She was shaking, out of breath, and sweating a tiny bit, but he hugged her. She latched onto him too.

“I like this, Lucas.”

“And I like you, Maya.” He said, head buried in her blonde hair.

Dean’s car

Summary: You and Dean go to a hunt, but Dean doesn’t let you out of the car. Unfortunatelly, for him you found an escape.
Warnings: breaking Baby’s window (sorry), fingering, car sex

You and Dean were driving in the Impala about to go clear out a nest full of vampires. While Sam stayed back to do some research that you didn’t actually bother to remember what for. The place was on the outskirts of the city in a dense forest. Both of you found it very hard to find your way around but soon you were near an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere.

“Stay here and be quiet, I’m going to go and check it out.” Dean said while turning off the engine.

“What? No way I’m coming with you!” you said scolding at him. You two have been together for 3 months and Dean had a tendency to treat you like a child. Unfortunately, before you could get out of the car Dean had already locked you in it. “Seriously!” you couldn’t believe him.

“Stay in and be safe, I don’t want a repeat of what happened in Iowa.” He pointed at you with raised eyebrows, then he left. You remembered the time a blood sucker almost turned you into one of them because he wanted a new wife. Sam and Dean had to search for you for 2 days and you swear you have never seen Dean so worried and angry at the same time. He killed the whole nest as if they were a bunch of flies. And when his eyes landed on your small frame, you could remember the longing in his eyes.

You snapped out of your trance and decided that you weren’t going to be trapped like a dog so you started kicking the window in order to break it and get out. He would be so angry when he sees Baby’s broken window but you were not going to leave him alone. You followed Dean into the factory and made your way through the rusty machines. You saw how a vampire had Dean backed up into a wall. The bloodsucker was holding Deans hand above his head and was inches away from his neck about to bite in. Another one was running towards them about to join them. You hurried to help Dean and stopped in front of the second vampire. He hissed at you and you started to fight him. As more and more came you dealt with every single one. Eventually in one swift motion you chopped the head of the last one and turned to see Dean with a disapproving face.

“Why do you never listen to me!” he yelled at you then turned away and started walking towards the exit.

“Because it was a stupid request I’m not going to let you deal with this alone.” You tried to explain calmly even though anger was bubbling inside you. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“It wasn’t a request, it was an order!” he looked in your eyes while pointing at you then he sighed and he grabbed his face with his hand, something he always did when he was angry. He then opened the exit door and stepped out into the moonlit woods.

“If I hadn’t broken the window of the car to get out you wouldn’t even be alive. You should be thanking me for saving your sorry ass!” you finally yelled at him while throwing your hands in the air flailing them around angrily.

“You did what?” his expression and tone changed instantly. He speed walked to his car to check the damage you made. “Why did you break the window?” he yelled again looking at the completely shattered window.

“Why do you treat me like I’m a little girl?” you argued, but this time he looked at you with a glimpse of lust in his eyes. He started taking small steps until you were between the car door and his body. He took both of your hands and put them above your head while nibbling your ear and with a husky voice said:” Because you are my baby girl, now get in.”

“What? Why?” At first it took you a moment to understand what he was talking about.

“Bad girls need to be punished.” He explained while leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. You then opened the backseat door and slid in with your back pressed on the leather seats. One moment after Dean was all over you kissing and nibbling from your neck to the valley between your breasts. His hand started trailing from your thigh under your blouse up your waist and on your left breast softly kneading it. You bit your lip so no one could hear your sounds of pleasure as if someone would be out in the woods in the middle of the night. In one swift motion your blouse and bra where on the floor and Dean was kissing and nibbling your right breast while twisting and pinching your right. A groan escaped your lips. Your hands took Deans shirt off and started scratching his back with your nails. Dean unbuttoned your jeans and you lifted your ass to allow him to take them off. He kissed down to your pantie line and up to your lips. His kisses were always filled with passion. You reached out to unbutton his jeans but he stopped you.

“Not yet baby.” He said softly and in one swift motion he lifted you so you were straddling him. You started grinding your hips on his fully clothed erection while he whispered words of encouragement. You swear you were leaving a damp patch on his trousers but you didn’t care all that much

“Lay on my lap. Now.” You were enjoying yourself too much to notice his words. But he took your tights and switched your position so you were laying on your stomach in his lap. “Disobeying me for the second time today.” He slapped your ass and you yelped in surprise. You were sure that the wetness between your legs had just increased with the slap. ”You like it when I spank you, hm?” his raspy voice filled your ears but you couldn’t find your voice to give him a full answer which earned you another slap.

“Answer me.” His voice was filled with dominance and you answered “Yes.” almost breathlessly. He started rubbing and massaging your butt cheeks which gave you a jolt of excitement. Then his hand went between your tights teasing your clit trough the thin material of your panties. All you could do was gasp and moan at the feeling. He moved the material out of the way and put one finger inside you then started moving it, soon another was added and you couldn’t contain yourself.

“So wet for me.” He said almost absent mindedly to himself. Soft noises left your lips until you were in the verge of coming.

“Hold it baby, I want to be inside you when you come.” He said as he hooked a finger on the hem of your panties and took them off. He brought you back to straddle him. You helped him get out of his jeans and boxers then you aligned with his member. You slowly sat down and started bouncing on Dean. The feeling was so good that you knew it won’t be long until you were yelling his name. You looked into each other’s eyes and kissed him. He explored every part of your mouth until you broke the kiss for some air. You started moving a little faster which made him close his eyes, tilt his head back and put his hands on your waist to help you.

“Oh fuck, so wet and tight. You’re so good baby girl.” His words were like opium for you, you could never get enough. His member was hitting the right place which made you see stars.

“Dean I’m close.” You moaned as you felt your climax taking over.

“Do it baby, come on my dick.” He encouraged you while his hand started rubbing your clit. Your body started to convulse but Dean was keeping you grounded. Seconds later he spilled his load into you, and you moaned at the hot sensation between your legs. You laid in Deans embrace both of you trying to catch your breath. When you went back from your high you started giggling.

“Maybe I should disobey you more often.” You said as you started putting on your clothes.

“I think I might like that.” He smiled as he started doing the same. Soon both of you were on the front seat driving away from the factory.

Good Kitty Joker x Reader

A/N: This is part two of I know it’s three in the morning but I can’t find my cat, since some requested this. Hope you guys had a great New Years!

Y/N stuck out her tongue and tasted the sauce she made, immediately scrunching her face up in disgust.
“Oh, that’s bad. That’s really bad. Floyd!” She called her cat, knowing he wouldn’t mind the taste. He came around the corner and hopped up on the counter. She smiled at him and then did a double take when she saw what he had clasped between his jaws.
“Floyd! You’re gonna get shot, I swear.” She grabbed the fabric he held and her eyes widened. It was a man’s underwear, purple silk with intricate stitching, a J in the middle.
“Mr.J. Floyd if he doesn’t kill you, I will.” She knew she wasn’t going to walk up there with his underwear in hand, so she wouldn’t say anything. At least it was recently washed, he must have just left it out to dry. To her amazement he was still living in that crappy apartment, even though she knew he had another place fit for a king. They were a nice pair of underwear though. Too nice to throw out.
Later she went to sleep, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by knocking on her door. She blindly fumbled for her pants, only sleeping in her underwear and a shirt. When she slipped them on she ran to the door, hurriedly opening it. She was met with the sight of Mr. J. Does this man ever sleep?
“Um, Mr.J? What do you- what do you need?”
His eyes stayed on hers until they drifted down her body, his glare coming to rest on her eyes again. She was confused until his eyes glanced at her crotch again, and she looked down. Floyd must have put J’s underwear next to her bed, because in her exhausted state she put them on.
“Fuck.” Was all she could say as she slammed the door. When she realized what she done, she swore again. She only made it more suspicious, when she should have explained. Her brow furrowed in confusion as her doorknob jiggled, twisted, and then opened. He flung the door open and looked her up and down again.
“ I can explain. Look, my-my cat brought your, um, panties-UNDERWEAR-your underwear, to my house. I was going to return them, but-but I decided to do it tomorrow-today? And I-”
“Take them off.”
“Of course! Of course-” She started towards her room until he held up his hand.
“Take. Them. Off.” Her mouth opened and closed, but eventually did as she was told, leaving her in her boy short panties. He nodded, grabbed his underwear and left. Then he opened the door a second later and said, “You might want to invest in a new lock.”  

“Uhh, you broke my door?” His response was to slam the already broken door and she sighed.

The next morning she saw her cat trying to get in the window, a large piece of paper in it’s mouth.

“Aw no, Floyd.” She whined and grabbed the paper from his jaws and shut her window after he was in. They looked like blueprints for a building, with scribbles, that she assumed was writing, all over it.

A day later she sat down at her table and sipped her coffee as she deciphered them, and she even made her own markings, pointing out the flaws in the plans.

Is there guards there? There’s also the matter of shifts.You should wait until they switch off. Aren’t you forgetting the Bat? Your pilates may have done you good, but he’s stronger, taller, faster. Are you trying to get killed?

Her head snapped up at the knock at the door, and she scribbled one last note before rushing towards the door. When she opened it she saw J standing there, Floyd tucked under his arm. Both him and the cat looked grumpy. Floyd let out an unhappy ‘meow’ and she couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of their similarities.

“Hi.” J’s eyes focused as if seeing her for the first time.

“Hi.” He held Floyd out to her. “For you.”

“Oh! Yeah, same.” She took the cat and held the prints out to J. His eyes narrowed and she smiled as if she hasn’t been reading his evil schemes like the morning paper. He took them, eyeing the teeth marks at the bottom.

“Thank you.” She gave him a cheery smile and let her cat down, who immediately ran back to J.

“Mr.J, would you like some coffee?” J looked down at the cat that was now rubbing itself on his legs. “Oh, I’m sorry. Floyd!” She knelt down to pick up the cat, who now retreated behind the Joker. J shifted when Y/N reached between his legs to grab him. Realizing what she did, she came up fast, her head brushing against the fabric of his pants. In shock she jerked her head up and he let out a soft grunt. She was mortified, her face as red as a tomato and she was sure she just saw Floyd roll his eyes. Mr.J had an amused smile on his face, but he fortunately didn’t make a comment.

“Uh-I-uh, see you later.” She mumbled and slammed the door in his face, still in shock that she had just headbutted the Clown Prince of Crime in the crotch.

J smiled as he looked over the plans, taking in every note, and noticing how her elaborate handwriting became messy the more she got involved with the plan. Her notes were useful, pointing out flaws that he was too tired to notice, or things that he thought could be dealt with only to realize how risky that would be as she gave examples. The last note on the page made him feel something he didn’t like, and it made him growl. His chest twisted uncomfortably as his scowl darkened.

Be careful.

“Frost.” J called, rubbing a hand over his face. “I need you to take care of something. I need you to kill-” A meow cut him off and he glanced over at his bed. There Floyd sat, purring softly. J growled and walked over, aggressively rubbing the cat on his head.

“Her food that bad?” The cat nuzzled against him and he noticed Floyd dropped something on his lap.

“HA!” J guffawed, picking up the silk red panties. He praised Floyd, making sure to scratch behind his ears.

“Good kitty.”

Bullets and Arsenic Ch.1

This fic is for the 5 coffee goal raffle winner @drdrdrdr12! It was originally suppose to be a mini fic, but the prompt they sent in was so inspiring, I’m turning it into a multichapter fanfiction. Anyway, I hope you like it! 

Rating: T 

*Contains swearing

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Summary: Your parents used to be of high ranks in their mafia, but your parents found loopholes and managed to break up the organized crime once and for all and live a normal family life. Many years after your graduation from college you’re still on the radar for information. That became more apparent when you hear quick footsteps behind you and you black out.

You’ve been trained in the art of self defense, drilled to be cunning, resourceful, and intelligent all your life, but you don’t know why. Sure, all those qualities lead to success, but your parents always made it seem crucial that you learn those skills, like it’s a matter of life and death. And for your life, it is. Your parents were professors that taught at a university that you graduated from a few years ago, and handled your education themselves. As a kid, your mother taught you to never, ever, go to Ebott City. Ever. At first, this seemed quite random; Ebott City was all the way on the other side of the country, why would you ever go there in the first place?

But then, a few years after you graduated from college, both of your parents died at the same time. Heart attack and heartbreak, the coroner said, but for some reason, you know that’s not what happened. Your dad was the one who had a heart attack, now that you can believe, but your mother dying from heart break? That doesn’t sound like her at all. She was a strong, feisty woman, who took no shit, and although she loved your father, she wouldn’t have let his death destroy her like that. Something about that doesn’t add up. Even if they were strict on you, you loved your parents and you cannot let this rest, so you hop on a train and traveled to Ebott City, knowing that you’d find your answers there.

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Based off of Ain’t My Fault by Zara Larson.


It’s not my fault that he walked in looking so good. It’s not my fault he came up to me at the bar tonight. He came up to me and I saw the hot guy in front of me with a good personality.

It’s not my fault.

But the consequences of this may not go too well. And that may be my fault.

I’m not really meant to be at this bar. Or even in a bar. I’m seventeen and he definitely isn’t. Not with the tattoos and the looks of his friends who were at the bar with him.

See my friends are all older than me, because I graduated early when I was fifteen. I was one of the nerdy younger kids and I went to Uni early as well, but when I went I decided I wouldn’t be that nerdy younger girl. I came out of my shell and now I’m going into my third year and I’m just the same as the rest of my friends I’m just younger and not really legal to drink. But that’s not important to me right now, because I’m back at his flat with his hands all over my body and my fingers running through his hair and tugging slightly.

But it’s not my fault, right? Well just to be sure I should say something, right? Fuck… I should just say something before this backfires.

“Jack wait.” I try to catch my breath and he pulls apart from me, but keeps his hands on my waist.

“I have to tell you something. I mean it’s not really bad but you might see it that way.” I explain and he looks confused.

“I’m seventeen. Like I know it’s not illegal for us to be hooking up right now, but I don’t want you to feel weird if you find out later on.”

“You’re seventeen?” He raises an eyebrow and I nod while looking down slightly.

“I’m almost twenty two. Fuck, you do not look seventeen. You’re friends are all twenty.” He takes as deep breath and pulls away from me even more.

“Yeah I know. I graduated early and went to Uni early. I’m in my second year, but I am younger than everyone. I just wanted to tell you, because I expected this reaction.” I decide to stand up from his bed and pull my tank top down since it has ridden up and grab my phone from his side table. I place it in the back pocket of my jeans, but I feel a hand grab onto my arm.

“I never said no.” Jack speaks up and turns me towards him. “I just had to think.”

“Good because I really didn’t feel like stopping.” I admit before kissing him again.

“Neither did I.” He grips at the bottom my tank top and pulls it over my head before tossing it to the side. His hands continue to trail lower and lower until they are at my bum.

“Mhm.” I hum against his lips and his hands lower again to my thighs. I decide to pull at his shirt as well and he moves his hands away from me, so his shirt can come off, but his hands come right back to where they were.

“Jump.” He whispers and I wrap my legs around his hips before I feel my body pressed against the wall. I arch my back away from it the minute his lips connect to my neck and leave love bites here and there.

“Fuck.” I moan out and that seems to be the only form of communication between us for a few minutes before I’m back on his bed with his body pressed against mine and almost all of our clothing gone.

“I don’t wanna regret this when I’m sober.” He speaks up and I laugh slightly as my fingers move up and down his torso.

“Then make this so good that you can’t regret it.”

Jack’s POV

When I woke up this morning I knew there would be a girl next to me and that she was only seventeen. I tried to convince myself that it was normal, but part of me couldn’t because she’s still seventeen. But then again she knew exactly what she was doing, and did it well.

Four years? That’s not that much. I mean I dated a girl who was three years younger once. But then again she was eighteen and it didn’t feel as odd as seventeen does. But that girl didn’t do what Y/N did so well and instantly get me addicted.

As I stood up from my bed I looked back at her sleeping body that had love bites trailed down her exposed chest. I head towards the kitchen to grab some Advil, but I’m met with Conor.

“So it looks like she enjoys leaving marks on her victims.” He jokes while slapping me on my back, that has scratches on it, and I roll my eyes.

“Was it Y/N from the bar?” He asks and I nod while taking a deep breath and closing my eyes from the light being too bright in the kitchen.

“Too bad you had to swoop in and talk to her first.”

“She’s too young for you Conor. Like almost too young for me.” I admit and he looks confused.

“Mate how old is the girl you just had sex with?”

“Seventeen, but she turns eighteen in a few months.”

“How she’s in Uni? Just finished her second year.”

“One of those genius girls who skipped a few years and graduated early.” I explain while taking a seat next to him on the couch.

“Well have fun hanging out in preschool with your new friend.” He jokes and I smack him on the shoulder.

“Four years isn’t that bad, she’s legal and she sure as hell knows what she’s doing.”

“She might, but she’s like only a year older than Anna.”

“Almost eighteen Conor.” I remind him as I stand up and he rolls his eyes.

“But seventeen.”

“But the best I’ve ever had.” I shrug and he looks back to me with a curious look on his face.


“Um, actually, yes.”


It’s too bright. The sun and my slight headache aren’t friends at the moment.

“Ugh.” I groan and within a few moments it’s dark again.

“Too bright?” Jack’s voice asks and I nod before looking to my left to see him standing at the side of his bed with only some sweatpants on. How does he still look so hot?

“Here.” He hands me a shirt of his and I lazily pull it over my naked frame. He takes a seat next to me and I lean my head on his chest. His hands find there way around me and down to my lower back again and I smile against his skin. I begin to trace his tattoos and his one hand moves to my head and his fingers run throughout my hair.

“I really don’t want you too go.”

“Good thing my parents don’t care where I am or what I do and I barely ever get a call.”

“You live with them?”

“Ew no. I might not be eighteen for another few months, but I’m in Uni and I do not want to be living at home. I live with the girls I was with yesterday.”

“So you don’t need to go.”

“It’s summer break. I’m not needed anywhere.” I whisper. “But I’m guessing someone doesn’t regret last night.”

“I don’t wanna forget it.”

“Then maybe we can jog your memory.” I smirk and he laughs.

“Oh you’re bad news Y/N.”

“Not my fault.”


I hope you enjoyed this! It was requested and I really loved writing this so maybe I’ll make a part two… Maybe even part three.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations with either Sakura being a mentor figure or sakura having a mentor figure? Thank you! and I am officially obsessed with Pompeii because it's so good! :)

So, I’m going to be shameless and plug one of my stories, I know it’s tacky but I just wanna. Under the Rabbit’s Moon where Sakura mentors the founders as children with the help of a little Kaguya interference.

Apart from my shameless story, here are some you might like:

Seriously, if you haven’t read these you need to drop whatever you’re doing and dig into these stories and then bug their lovely authors with reviews of praise so they WRITE MORE.
I’ll look around and try to come up with some more later. Anyone wanna add their recs?!

The Third Trial/Feyre Dies (Rhys POV)

All dialogue and ideas behind the scenes belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. I take zero credit for them.

Chapters 43-45 of ACOTAR where Feyre completes her third trial, solves the riddle, dies, and is resurrected by the seven High Lords, all from the POV of a miserable Rhysand. I warn you, it’s long and a chaotic mess because it’s late at night and my feels after finishing rereading the bloody book were a hot mess, i just couldn’t wait until a time when I’d be more sane to write it. So… here ya go, haha.

My Mate

Watching Feyre enter the throne room for her final trial was… a challenge. As with the last trial, I had no idea what Amarantha had in store for her, only that it would be cruel and sneaky and very likely a trick. I still believed Feyre could do it, could beat her, but Amarantha would not go quietly nor without damage and that was what scared me. We would leave this room together today, but at what cost?

And then, there she stood, my Feyre, before our evil queen, chin held high and boldness in her stance. At long last, the end was here.

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So, I made a try at drawing @morkitten‘s Sonic redesign, which can be found right here: (Source). Obviously it’s not perfect, but I also think it came out pretty well! I think I got the proportions down pat for the most part, my garbage attempts at drawing hands aside.

I love the redesigns linked, especially since I’m a sucker for Naoto Oshima’s art, and these designs clearly use that as a springboard. I might do more, I at the very least want to do Tails and probably Knuckles and Amy at least. I might modify Amy’s design from @morkitten‘s just a little bit, actually, mostly cause I think she looks a little weird without the monoeye and triangular ears.

Oh, and for reference, here’s the picture that has the Sonic redesign, compare and contrast, if you like!:

MiSO (미소) - "KKPP" (낄끼빠빠) English Lyrics


Yall all up in my area 


Drop the bass uh

Ey we gonna party

Ey we gonna party like your birthday

Ey we gonna party

Ey we gonna party like your birthday

Look at me Jocking me
I see the look in your eye

Follow me, where?
Let’s take on the city tonight

I’m kinda confident today
I think my makeup looks kinda great

My butt looks kinda great

These skinny jeans are my style Ho~

I might be short but I play it good

This messy world, I’ll try to make it good

Like this, like that, everyone lovey dovey

Love and peace then let’s go party

 Wah ~
Faster, I’m begging

Different from these kids dancing next to me

Get it closer Thank me later

Damn~ These boring kids

Don’t think about what’s happened, seize the present 

Fly away from your inhibitions Like a badass

Ah-ha! Put your hands in the air


Love it , Love it , Love it , Love it

Hey ~ let the party rock


Love it , Love it , Love it , Love it

Who dat who dat , Who dat who dat

Ey we gonna party

Ey we gonna party like your birthday

Ey we gonna party

Ey we gonna party like your birthday

This is a playground for my palms without the swing, it’s fun

Keep our tensions up

Even if we don’t know each other, all together Get it so crazy

Keep your both hands up

Don’t think about anything else

The only thing that matter is right now, you know it

Otherwise, it gets boring

Let’s get it all started

Wah ~
Faster, I’m begging

Different from these kids dancing next to me

Get it closer Thank me later

Damn~ These boring kids

Don’t think about what’s happened, seize the present

Fly away from your inhibitions Like a badass 

Ah-ha! Put your hands in the air


Love it , Love it , Love it , Love it

Hey ~ let the party rock


Love it , Love it , Love it , Love it

Who dat who dat , Who dat who dat

Hey~ Relax your body

Eee ey~ Get excited


A little Louder A little Higher

We can get crazier, Let’s get


M.I.S.O I’m coming to get ya

M.I.S.O I’m coming to get ya

M.I.S.O I’m coming to get ya

Let the party rock


M.I.S.O I’m coming to get ya

M.I.S.O I’m coming to get ya

(Love it , Love it , Love it , Love it)

M.I.S.O I’m coming to get ya

Who dat who dat , Who dat who dat

Eh,eh,eh What up boys

Eh,eh,eh What up girls

(Ey we gonna party

Ey we gonna party like your birthday

Ey we gonna party

Ey we gonna party like your birthday)

It’s my Birthday!

anonymous asked:

Hi can you do one where you and Shawn kiss under the mistletoe for the first time and things get heated

oKAY SO I thought about this for a very long time and I’m really sorry that it isn’t as steamy as you want it to be but I try to make my writing geographically accurate? And I’m really sorry love but I wasn’t able to think of a scenario where the kissing would lead to the wink wink I hope you aren’t too disappointed… lots of love AND A MERRY CHRISTMAS, m

Christmas. There was no time of the year that you loved quite as much as Christmas. The Christmas tree, the decorations, the Christmas songs… you always turned into a child around Christmas. This year was of course a particularly joyful time. Your boyfriend Shawn had invited you and your family to Pickering to celebrate Christmas with his own family. Thankfully your parents had quickly taken a liking to Shawn’s parents and were quite friendly with each other. His parents had whisked yours away on a grocery/sightseeing trip through half of Pickering, taking Aaliyah with them. This left you and Shawn in charge of some last minute decorating, which you had readily agreed to.

You were adjusting some of the fairy lights on the tree when Shawn called you. He was having some technical difficulties with the gift wrapping. Huffing a laugh you walk towards his room, leaning your head in to assess the damage. Shawn saunters over to you, pieces of ribbon and tape stuck in his hair. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up as you take in you clumsy boyfriend, grinning at you like a madman.

“Hey… do you know where we are standing?” he says expectantly. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“In the door to your room?” you answer slowly. Shawn’s smile broadens.

“Look up.” He replies, placing his hands on your hips. Tilting your head up, you notice… mistletoe… You shake your head, resigned to the fact that your boyfriend tricked you into obliging this silly, but admittedly cute, tradition.

“Well… guess I have to kiss you?” you reply teasingly, as your arms wrap around his neck. Shawn smiles into the kiss. He tastes like chocolate, his soft lips press against yours. You sigh happily as you melt against his hard body. His arm wraps around your back, holding you as close to him as possible. The kiss is warm, comforting, slow in an almost drowsy way. A soft sigh leaves his lips as your tongue pokes out, teasing his lips, gently brushing against them. Your tongue tauntingly slips into his mouth, grazing his before pulling away. A smile forms on your lips at the low whine he lets out. His hand clutches your hip more tightly while the other cups your face. Effectively trapping you in his embrace, as his mouth becomes more insistent, urgent, desperate. His lower lip nudges yours, as he tries to deepen the kiss. You comply readily, your lips parting on a faint moan. His tongue delving into your mouth, intertwining, caressing yours. Your hand knots in his hair, gently tugging on the soft locks as the kiss loses its innocence and becomes something more primal. Your breathing comes in quick heaves, as Shawn starts rocking his hips into yours.

“Shawn…” you moan softly.

The front door shutting loudly, causes both of you to freeze. Your eyes widen as you look up at your boyfriend when you hear his mother calling him.

“Coming!” he says loudly, as he releases you, passing a hand through his messy hair. As he takes in your kiss swollen lips, rumpled shirt and mussed hair he gives you a sheepish smile. He places a chaste kiss on your head before turning around to let you sort out your muddled brain.

sorry this is so short *bows head in shame* I AM GENUINELY SORRY YOU DESERVE BETTER MY SWEET LITTLE ANON 

P.S. I might revisit this at a later date and improve it bc you guys deserve better. But I’m trying to write as many short requests as possible while I have the time…

i’ve been reflecting a lot on the past couple years tonight, and i just need to say that it really does get better after high school. it might not happen immediately, i spent my first year of university the most depressed i’ve ever been so far, i could count the amount of friends i had on one hand. it might come sooner than you think too! you can go back to my posts from 10 months ago and see me desperately hoping that i might one day feel okay, let alone happy, and now, less than a year later, i have the most amazing group friends anyone could wish for, who make up my family, and i guess that what i’m trying to say that there is hope for when you’re in that darkest place, and things can change a lot faster than you think. don’t get me wrong, the mental illness and the work that goes along with it doesn’t go away but that load gets a little easier to lift when you have some people with you, and trust me, you will find them, i promise

How would the romanced companions react to something falling in between F!Sole's cleavage and seeing her flustered, desperately trying to get it out??

I laughed a little bit I really did because this also happened to me to anon, I dropped a bit of hot nugget down my cleavage and yelled at my partner for not helping me get it and he was like where in public, no :/ :/ ??

Cait, She watched for a moment with a wicked smirk on her face, “As much as I like watching you touch your on boobs hun, I do think helping you would be even more so”. She pulled sole’s chin up, giving her a quick hot kiss while slipping her hands down and removing the offending object, “all you needed to do was just ask hun”. She gave sole a smug grin. 

Curie She looked at sole confused as she watched them, rooting around in their on shirt flustered, “Have you lost something my dear”. She gave her an innocent smile as she gently removed her hands, “okay let’s see what’s down there”. She gently removed the item with her slender fingers, giving sole a cheeky giggle as she did so.  The cheeky look didn’t leave her face as she told sole “all better now”. 

Danse He was redder than sole and desperately not trying to make eye contact, when she yelled at him for some help he awkwardly walked over immediately staring, “apologies, do you want me to? err….oh..I’ll see what I can do”. He gingerly removed the item, not looking sole in the eye once, then stepping back and clearing his throat. “It’s gone, apologies for being embarrassed myself”. Sole couldn’t held laughing, and pulling him in for a big hug.

Deacon “lose something babe? don’t worry I’m fully prepared to except this life of death mission”. Much to sole’s displeasure, Deacon gave a commentary about how he may never return, he slipped his hand into sole’s cleavage fishing for the item, “noo!! it’s got me the cave monster’s eating my hand” He yelled, eventually pulling out the unwanted item, “Nah just joking babe it’s just this”. Sole couldn’t be mad with her childish lover, breaking out in a giggle fit at his comments. 

Hancock “A show for me? aww baby it isn’t even my birthday” He teased sole, shamefully watching her until she became angry with him. “Alright cool it sweets I’d be happy to retrieve it”. He made a point of taking his time to have a “good search” before finally retrieving the object. He grinned at her, “isn’t really fair this thing got to be in there longer than me though, might have to fix that later” 

Nick If he could blush he’d be redder than her, the site of her rummaging around in her own top made Nick have to turn around and try to cool off. When he was yelled at or not helping, he strode over and stuck his fully covered hand down retrieving the object swiftly, “Now maybe I can get back to work, less distracted by err”. He pointed to sole’s chest, “Maybe I could do that again later, take my time though” He coughed, clearing his mind and returning to his desk. 

Maccready His eyes lit up at the site of souls hands down her own top, he could tell she’d dropped something but he preferred to observe rather than intervene, when soul yelled at him, he just laughed at her, “No no, you’re doing a good job of handling this yourself go ahead”. He carelessly stared until she managed to get the shell she’d dropped, “finished already, darn, just when I was really starting to enjoy watching”. 

Preston Seeing sole fluster as she dug around made him smile slightly amused, “Want me to have a go at getting that?”, he awaited confirmation before sticking his hands down to retrieve the item, giggling the whole time like a naughty school boy, “careful next time babe, wouldn’t want to be caught with my hands down the generals shirt”. He gave a small life, cheeks slightly pink. 

Piper Used to this thing happening to her quite often it didn’t really phase her, “Hey blue stick out your chest, move your hands and I’ll grab it for you” She laughed at sole’s flustered face as she removed the item, “she kissed sole on the cheek when she was done, “Next time try keeping a napkin over you so you don’t drop food in your tat-tats okay”. She stuck her tongue out and nicked the rest of her lovers snack.  

X6-88 Flat out just sticks his hands into her top and grabs what she’s dropped but not expecting to enjoy the task so much, “It is very warm and comfortable in here”. He just stays not  hands quite comfortable, until sole shifts them, laughing at his behavior, “was that inappropriate for a public place?” 

Maxson When he notices his girlfriend angrily rummaging in her uniform, he knows it could be a good opportunity, he closes the door to his office and approaches her, slowly pulling her arms out of the uniform and down to her waist. When sole looks at him confused he smirks and undoes her bra in a swift movement. The item dropping to the floor, “There you go sweetheart now there’s noting to bother you”.He gives her a devilish grin