i thought there might be some roughing coming but no


Originally posted by deararchimedes

Summary : Practically everyone knows that “Touch It” is about getting a handjob… So what happens when you confront your boyfriend Jongdae about it?

Warnings : smut (handjob/penetration), language 

W.C. : 1.8k + 

A/N : I’m sorry this is… I’m sorry.

“Jongdae what the actual fuck?” you hissed into your phone.

You heard Jongdae chuckle on the other end of the line, low and with a hint of embarrassment.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific babe. What the actual fuck what?”

“That didn’t even make sense,” you replied, pacing in your bedroom.

You heard Jongdae sigh and springs creak as he most likely laid back on his bed.

“Is this about that song?” he finally asked, already knowing the answer.

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A/N: I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

A = Aftercare

After your wild ride he’ll retreat to his soft and caring side from being the literal beast with you just two minutes ago. He’ll pull you into his arms while still trying to catch his breath and brush his fingers through your hair and placing kisses on your forehead. Damn you’re lucky and so is he yikes.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your boobs as rude as it sounds, he seriously means it both sexually and innocently. Meaning if there’s gonna be some bed creaking then he’ll immediately place hickies on your chest and have them trail up to your jaw, but if you guys are just watching a movie and cuddling your breasts become his pillow and he won’t even ask he’ll just do it. And of course his favorite tool of his own is his tongue because he sends you to Hong Kong with his tongue technology.

C = Cum

Suga would really love it if he came in your mouth and some of it dripped down your chin so you had to lick it to clean your mess up. Even better if you went back for more.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He has secret recordings of you masturbating when you thought he wasn’t home. It all started when he texted you a little white lie about being home after midnight when he was at your doorstep at 11:45. You thought you had some time and began to pleasure yourself so when Yoongi went to your bedroom to surprise you he saw what you were doing through the crack of your door. He took about a three minute long video before the hard on in his pants was becoming too much to handle and he burst into your room and boy was that night fun.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He definitely knows what he’s doing, as one of the older members I can bet my college tuition that he’s had a few one night stands in his life and went through trial and error to master the techniques he’s learned. Maybe as a gag gift he bought himself a sex position book he looks through when he wants to do something new with you.

F = Favorite position

This has probably been established in a smut I read not to long ago but Yoongi would not only change positions up every so often but nearly every time you guys have sex he has to do the 69 position at least once before you guys are tapped out for the evening.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Yoongi doesn’t joke around much in real life, the occasional chuckle when you’re being cute or the lovely smile he shines only at you and music being his norm. Sex would be no different. No puns or stupid dad jokes Jin taught you are to be used when the clothes are removed.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

He’s so chill about the little things that he doesn’t even pay attention to it so if his hair bothers you you’ll have to talk to him about it at some point. He might consider shaving if it really is a problem for you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s not really a romantic type of guy unless you two had a fight one day and were on the verge of breaking up. Make up sex would be hella cute, he’d take his time to make sure you reach maximum pleasure and would remember to praise you every other second. On normal days it’s just rough animal sex because two hot people plus raging hormones equals so much lust for the two of you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Why can’t he? If you aren’t around to do it for him he’ll take matters into his own hands and use those secret videos I mentioned earlier to help him along the way.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Having sex during work hours or in the studio while he’s working. This is something he won’t necessarily do but he loves it when you know just when he’s had too much going on and you walk in on him testing out lyrics with new beats for some much needed stress relief. When you guys are done he’ll quickly pack up his things and call it a night for working, leaving the rest of the dark hours for you being all to himself.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

^^^^The studio^^^^

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Obviously it’s you that turn him on but if you’re being adorable or if he thinks of you acting cute he won’t get hard. Yet when his thoughts wonder and picture you showering, naked, etc. he’ll get a boner real quick and he’s all cocky as hell and like¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “Guess I gotta get some, come here babe!”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his love for music he wouldn’t bring any into the bedroom. 1) It might distract him 2) He’ll get off topic and start thinking about a new beat he thought of while listening to the song

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

69 position, remember? That way you’re both getting tongued down tonight.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s ROUGH. Like he’ll growl by accident when he sees how you’re reacting to his current speed, being a moaning mess for him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sex with him might be quick as it is because of how fast he goes but since one round is never enough he’ll take quickies very slowly to make it last so that way one round is better than wanting more but not having time to.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He wouldn’t like having sex knowing people can walk in i.e a public place where children or elderly may be nearby but sex in studio and in the BTS dorm is good for him. If people walk in at least they know you’re his and that they should knock next time. As for experimentation he might slowly introduce new things to know, making sure they aren’t too much for you to handle.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s an animal so he won’t stop until he’s near the point of exhaustion, that would also depend on the kind of day he had. If that particular day was full of dance rehearsal then like three rounds, but if he had a semi easy day at work expect you guys to go at it for the whole damn night. He might even call in sick the next day to spend time with you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s got the generic stuff, as well as some other hard core things he hasn’t shown you yet. So far you’ve had vibrators, robe, and gags used on you. Not yet has he brought in his whips, chokers, etc.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He wants to get down to business so he’ll only tease if you’ve misbehaved if you know what I mean.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Dogs bark and the whole town gets woken up because of Yoongi’s growls mixing in with your groans. Seriously you guys are so loud and yeah it does make you embarrassed but Yoongi’s highly proud of himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Yoongi is crazy for breasts fucking. No matter how big or small your chest is he just loves having his cock in between your breasts and even slapping it against them when he has already came just to see the little strings of his cum stick to him. He’s a kinky mother fucker.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)


Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

What’s the distance between the Sun and Pluto (THE FUCKING PLANET BTW YES PLUTO IS A PLANET SQUARE ROOT MOTHER FUCKER) again? I’m pretty sure it’s like half of Yoongi’s sex drive.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He sleeps a lot but he feels bad if he just leaves you hanging so he tries to stay up for some pillow talk but ends up passing out in the middle of one of your stories.


Working for the Dauntless leader Eric Coulter // Chapter 7

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A/N: I’m soo sorry for not updating any fanfictions. I don’t have time now for posting new chapters every day but I’ll try to do it every one or two weeks. I really hope you like this Chapter.

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It feels like I’ve been here for ages even though it was just a week. After many failed attempts to secretly sneak out I got used to be carried back inside on Eric’s back. I started enjoying and appreciating his overprotective mind.

Eric got us breakfast from the cafeteria. He sits down next to me and hands me a waffle and a cup of juice. “You look well today, maybe I should let you go back to work tomorrow. There’s much to do.” he says while examining me. “Yeah, you definitely should. I’m getting a little bit bored here.” I’m glad he finally thought about ‘releasing’ me but on the other hand I don’t really want to go back. Having Eric around me almost all the time was lovely. Nobody would ever think that he could be so caring and loving.

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Shut Up and Touch Me

ArdyNoct Week Day 1 // Touch-starved // @ardynoctweek

Time means nothing in the Crystal. Noct can’t remember how long it’s been since he’s seen a familiar face, or felt the touch of warm fingers against his skin…..

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Footsteps. A voice in the distance, drawing near.

Noctis lifts his head at the sound of life and wonders, at least for a moment, if he’s merely hallucinating. He thinks he sees a form, a shadow approaching from out of the crystalline air. Dark, tall, but very much alive.

“Who’s there?” he tries to ask, though his voice seems weak, strained with disuse. “Ignis?”

A laugh. This is no mere illusion, he knows that now.

“Dearest Noct. Am I to understand you’ve forgotten me already?” The voice is familiar, sends tremors up Noctis’ spine and forces his hands into fists at his sides. “It hasn’t been all that long, though perhaps it may seem an eternity to you.”

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Age is Just a Number

Member: Woozi
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,977

Woozi had always been an unwavering and stubborn force, reminding you of a wildfire, burning freely and without apologies, taking whatever he wished for. Whether that was when he was eight and you were ten and he wanted to win the fifth grade spelling bee (which he did), or when he was sixteen and you were eighteen and he wanted to date your friend (which he did). It was plainly simple to see that Jihoon just got what he wanted. As much as you hated how seemingly easy things fell into his lap, you yourself couldn’t seem to get away from his intoxicating smile and ink stained irises. Things that Jihoon wanted, he got, and it just so happened that what he wanted this time was you.

You should’ve known better; the hints were anything but subtle, making the air thick with tension as every moment spent alone with him passed. He would watch you, eyes pooling with desire and click his tongue whenever you would shy away. It’s not that you didn’t want him, in fact it was quite the opposite. Woozi had a sharp tongue that never dared to stay silent and an abiding impulse to get his hands on you. However you had always seen him as a little brother– you watched him cry when he skinned his knee and then patched him up after. There was just something about that gaze, about that smile, that made you forget what you had seen him as and made you watch him form into something new right in front of your ever dilated pupils. As his advances grew more frequent, your defense of looking at him with big doe eyes, teeth caught on your bottom lips biting back the words ‘I want you’ began to chip away. Until one day when that armor that was already cracking, your skin fell apart all together.

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The one you tear up because you know what will happen

“I was having trouble breathing, and thought at first that I was being smothered by the glass over the miniature. But the material pressing on my nose was soft and damp, and I twisted my head away and came awake, feeling the linen pillow wet with tears beneath my cheek. Jamie’s hand was large and warm on my shoulder, gently shaking me.

“Hush, lassie. Hush! You’re but dreaming—I’m here.”
I turned my face into the warmth of his naked shoulder, feeling the tears slick between cheek and skin. I clung tightly to his solidness, and the small night sounds of the Paris house came slowly to my ears, bringing me back to the life that was mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I was dreaming about…about…”
He patted my back, and reached under the pillow for a handkerchief.

“I know. Ye were calling his name.” He sounded resigned.
I laid my head back on his shoulder. He smelled warm and rumpled, his own sleepy scent blending with the smell of the down-filled quilt and the clean linen sheets.
“I’m sorry,” I said again.

He snorted briefly, not quite a laugh.

“Well, I’ll no say I’m not wicked jealous of the man,” he said ruefully, “because I am. But I can hardly grudge him your dreams. Or your tears.” His finger gently traced the wet track down one cheek, then blotted it with the handkerchief.
“You don’t?”
His smile in the dimness was lopsided.
“No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know…” He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face.
“To know what?”

“That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way,” he said softly.

I pressed my face fiercely into his chest, so my words were muffled.
“I won’t mourn you, because I won’t have to. I won’t lose you, I won’t!”
 A thought struck me, and I looked up at him, the faint roughness of his beard stubble a shadow on his face.

“You aren’t afraid I would go back, are you? You don’t think that because I…think of Frank.…”

“No.” His voice was quick and soft, a response fast as the possessive tightening of his arms around me.

“No,” he said again, more softly. “We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.” One large hand rose to stroke my hair. “D’ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed?”

“Yes, I think so. ‘Blood of my blood, bone of my bone…’ ”

“I give ye my body, that we may be one,” he finished. “Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach, and so have you.” He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach.

“Blood of my blood,” he whispered, “and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”
I put a hand over his, pressing it against me.
“No,” I said softly, “nor can you leave me.”
“No,” he said, half-smiling. “For I have kept the last of the vow as well.
” He clasped both hands about me, and bowed his head on my shoulder, so I could feel the warm breath of the words upon my ear, whispered to the dark.
“For I give ye my spirit, ’til our life shall be done.”

- Dragonfly in Amber

To every single one of you who follow me.

Thank you. 

To those that have been there for me. Every step of the way. Who has put up with my mood swings and self-doubt, Who has seen me hyper and loud and quiet and withdrawn. To those who pick me up when I reach out and to those that let me feel a slap of reality when I need it. To those who help my imagination run wild and indulged my stories and encouraged and praised me. Who decided that I somehow was good enough to call a friend. 

Thank you.

I love you guys. Truly. I do. Each one of you really. 

You guys are so absolutely wonderful. Not just to me but in general. You are all so very amazing. Each and every one of you are unique whirlwinds of thoughts and emotions and beauty and stardust and I am awed by the times I’ve gotten to speak to some of you. Literally in awe. A lot of you guys don’t realize the potential and talent that you hold. The fact that you can make a difference by just being the most amazing you that you are. 

I am proud that I can be here with you. 

and I know that with my adult responsibilities and the stress over my head I might have a rough month or so coming. I feel bad that I can’t RP. That I won’t be able to participate much in being spoopy. That I’ll have to watch Jack and Mark and others set the fandoms on fire and just be glad to bask in the warmth instead of jumping into the fray. 

Were are like 3 away from 200 followers and I am a bit early but I know I will miss it. So I’m here to offer thanks. 

Thank you so very much.

Your nerd,


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You’re So Vain (Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

Title: You’re So Vain

Summary: (Y/n) sees Dean again after years.

WArnings: Songfic/karaoke thing, mentions of sexual content, brief language

AN: I might have some not healthy emotions built up, so this is kinda what comes out of it right now.

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Summary: You’re Romans wife and are in the military. When you finally get the news that you get to go home you keep it a secret and surprise Roman.

Requested by: @thiickreigns

Making your way through the camp you attempted to hide your excitement behind a neutral face. You nodded politely at the people that smiled at you and managed to avoid any conversations. The leader of your group had requested to talk to you, and you were hoping that it was the news you had been waiting for. You finally arrived at the tent after what like hours and quickly slipped in, nodding at your leader. “You wanted to talk to me mam?” You asked with your hands clasped together in front of you. “Yes I did. I just wanted to tell you that you’re going home.” It took a second for her words to register but when they did your hand flew up to cover your mouth and tears welled in your eyes. A small smile appeared on her usually stern face “Go pack your things.” You nodded your head several quick times. “Thank you so much mam.” You spoke quickly, eager to go pack your things. She dismissed you with a nod and you exited the tent in a calm fashion but couldn’t resist jumping around a bit outside happily. Once you started packing your things you couldn’t stop thinking about JoJo and Roman, how happy you’d be when you see them. I should surprise Roman. You thought to yourself with a devious grin.

Roman’s P.O.V (point of view)

I couldn’t help myself from looking around at all the couples and families that surrounded me. Every woman I saw reminded me of Y/N for some reason and it wasn’t making the fact that she wasn’t going to be home soon even worse. There was a break around the middle of the signing and I found myself watching a small family of four. The mother had Y/H/C hair that shined like Y/Ns, and the daughter, the oldest girl clearly looked like her father, but the youngest was a younger version of her mom. I had always wanted to have a kid with Y/N, we have JoJo and Y/N loves her just as much as I do. But I’ve always wanted a little Y/N running around the house, reminding me of her when she’s not there. It helped that JoJo was always begging for a little sister to play with. A rough hand landing on my shoulder pulled out of my thoughts and staring. “You’re staring at the family and I think they’re gonna notice.” Ambroses scratchy voice informed me as he sat on the chair next to mine. “I can’t help it man.” I sighed and looked at him rather than the family. “You miss Y/N, I get it. But you can’t go around staring at everyone that reminds you of her, some people might get weirded out.” He was half teasing and half serious about the last part. “I know. I just want her to come home, so does JoJo.” I admitted and went to go run a hand through my hair only to realize I had tied it up. “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” He started confident, almost as if he knew something I didn’t. “Just try and think of good memories you had with her. And try to stop staring.” He got up and walked away before I could question him about whether or not her knew something. That was weird. I thought to myself before shaking the lunatic fringe out of my mind, focusing on the little boy that was about to approach me.

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The minute you had entered the airport after getting off the aeroplane you had your phone in hand and was attempting to contact one of the girls. In your time at home you had became close with some of the Divas and they always told you to text them if you ever needed anything. A few seconds after you turned off your phone it buzzed with a reply making you smile widely. You’re back! YAY! And of coarse I’ll help you with your secret plan, what is it? You chuckled at Naomi’s reply and immediately brought her up to speed on your idea. I don’t want Roman to know I’m back yet. I want to surprise him and JoJo. You made your way to the exit as you waited anxiously for a reply. YOU SHOULD COME TO RAW TONIGHT! The all capitals text made you smile and shake your head. I remember Roman saying that he was gonna bring JoJo tonight, it’ll be perfect! You bit your lip and thought about Naomi’s suggestion before deciding that it would be perfect. You texted her saying it was a great idea and the two of you agreed to meet at the hotel the entire roster was staying at so she could help you sneak your stuff into her and Jimmy’s room until Roman knew you were there. You flagged down a cab once you finished your conversation with Naomi, smiling to yourself as you told the cab driver the address of the hotel.

Once you pulled up to the hotel you payed the driver and stepped out, making sure not to be seen by anyone that knew you. You were looking for Naomi when a hand was placed on your shoulder making you tense and turn around quickly, only to seeing a grinning Naomi. “Naomi!” “Y/N!” You both greeted each excitedly and she pulled you into a tight hug. “As much as I missed you, we have to get you out of here. Someone’s gonna end up seeing you.” She pulled away from the hug and you nodded in agreement, following her as she tip toed towards the doors. There was a pause as she looked through the glass doors to make sure no one on the roster was in the lobby, before she gestured for you to follow her. “No, no, no.” She said urgently as you were both about to enter the hotel. She pushed you backwards so that no one in the hotel could see either of you “Enzo and Cass are in there.” She sighed once you were out of view. “How did you not see Enzo and Cass Enzo doesn’t exactly blend into the crowd and Cass is a giant.” You questioned with a raised brow making Naomi shoot you a look. “Hey, I’m tired.” You shook your head and laughed at her excuse. She then moved to see if the two men were leaving and when she saw them head towards the door she looked back to you. “Okay, this is our opening.” Nodding at her, you followed closely behind as she inched closer to the entrance. Enzo and Cass walked out the door and turned in the opposite direction that you were which gave you and Naomi and chance to slip through the doors. You could hear Naomi humming the Mission Impossible song to herself as you both rushed towards the elevator. You both rushed to the elevator, you pressing the button to call the elevator multiple times as Naomi made sure no one was coming. Once the doors opened Naomi shoved you in before her and then quickly stepped in, pressing the button that shut the elevator doors. “I feel like a spy.” Naomi giggled as she pressed the button for the floor she was on before she turned and immediately tripped over one of your bags. You attempted to hold in your laughter but ultimately failed when she looked up at you with a shocked facial expression. A few minutes later the doors opened and Naomi, still desperate to be a spy, summersaulted out of the elevator making you laugh as you simply walked out. “Okay hurry, Jimmy went to grab a coffee with Jey, but he’s gonna be back soon.” Naomi said as she opened the door to her room before ushering you in. “Where should we hide these?” You asked looking at your bags making Naomi think for a second. “I got it.” She snapped her fingers and led you to the closet. “Just throw them in the bottom of here. Jimmy has all the stuff he needs for tonight in there.” She pointed to a bag that sat on the bed. There was a noise from the hallway that made you both freeze “You sure Naomi won’t mind?” “Nah she’ll be fine with it man, come on.” Naomi and you shared a panicked loom at the sound of the twins voices. She motioned you to head into the bathroom as she threw your bags into the closet and shut the door. “Get in the tub.” She whisper yelled to you making you nod and shut the door before sitting in the bath, making sure the shower curtain was closed all the way. “Hey babe.” You heard Jimmy greet Naomi as the door opened. “Hey.” Naomi answered before she greeted Jey. “Jey just has to use the washroom and then we’ll head out.” You squeaked quietly at what Jimmy said. “Don’t you have to get your stuff from your room, why don’t you just use your bathroom?” You heard Naomi try to keep Jey out of the bathroom. “Calm down girl, I’ll be a minute.” Jey laughed. “His stuff is already in the car babe. Don’t worry.” Jimmy chuckled and you heard someone approach the door before it swung open. You heard it shut and then heard Jey humming a song you didn’t recognize to himself. You slowly peeked your head out from behind the curtain only to quickly pull back when you saw your husbands cousin go to undo his belt. You tried desperately to ignore the fact that on the other side of the shower curtain your cousin by marriage was using the washroom. It felt like forever until Jey left the room when in reality it was only a couple minutes.”I’ll meet you two down there. I just have to grab something.” Naomi made up an excuse as to why she couldn’t walk down with the twins. You slowly tried to make your way out of the tub, hearing the twins accept her excuse. As soon as you heard the door closed the bathroom door was flung open and Naomi looked at you with a wide eyes. “Did he see you?” You shook your head “No, the shower curtain stopped that.” Naomi let out a sigh of relief. “I have to go now but you change, do your hair, and your makeup and then take a cab to the arena. Text me when you’re on the way and I’ll meet you at the back entrance.” Naomi instructed you with a very serious look on her face. “Okay I got it.” You laughed and she smiled. “It’s good to have you back Y/N/N. Stay a little this time.” She hugged you and referred to the last time you had been home, and you could only stay for a week. “I will, don’t worry. Now get out of here, you can’t keep the boys waiting.” After you pushed Naomi out of the room you dug your bags out of the closet and pulled out your makeup, hair straightener, and Romans favourite dress on you.

Applying the last of your lipstick you checked the time on your phone and realized that you should be leaving. Grabbing your phone and stepping into your favourite pair of heels, you quickly left the room. You hailed a cab and texted Naomi to let her know you were on the way. You couldn’t stop smiling on the ride to the arena and you also couldn’t stop watching the WWE snapchat after you saw that JoJo was with Renee. The drive seemed to take hours but you could’ve peed yourself when you arrived, you were that excited. “Thanks.” You mumbled and payed the driver before getting out and walking towards the door Naomi was meeting you at. You slipped through the door and immediately saw Naomi waiting for you with a wide smile on her face. “Damn, you clean up nice Y/N.” She winked once you approached each other. “Thanks, it’s not like I had some motivation or anything.” You smirked at her making her raise a brow and laugh. “Romans match just started so let’s go find your JoJo.” You let Naomi drag you around backstage until you saw some of the Divas standing around while watching the monitor. “Let’s go say hi.” You insisted, taking a pause from your mission to find your step daughter. You two stood behind them until Roman Superman punched Seth Rollins,knocking him to the ground. “That’s my baby.” You said making all the girls whip around and freeze once they saw you. “Well are you gonna hug her or not?” Naomi sassed with a smile making them all surge forward and pull you into a tight group hug. “What are you doing here?” “How long are you staying?” “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were coming?” They were all throwing questions at you. “Wait, slow dow.” You laughed and pulled yourself out of the hug. “I got to come home for a while, I don’t know long I’m staying, and Naomi knew I was coming. I wanted to surprise everyone.” You managed to answer everyones questions in one breath. “Oh my god. JoJo and Roman are gonna freak out.” Nattie smiled and all the girls agreed and awed at the thought. “Yeah, go find JoJo.” Brie pushed you a bit. “She’s with Renee, in catering.” Fox grinned and they all sent you on your way, Naomi insisting on staying with them.

You watched from around a corner as Renee played with JoJo with a bunch of junk food on the table in front of them. You then casually walked into the room and decided to walk past their tables and grab a bag of chips as you did. You heard JoJo gasp in annoyance and then you heard Renee clear her throat. “Excuse me-” Renee was cut off by JoJo’s annoyed tone. “Those were mine!” You smiled and then started to speak, turning around after a few words. “What? Mommy can’t have any chips?” You saw Renees jaw drop and JoJo screamed. “Mommy!” She yelled out and slid off her chair, running straight towards you. You bent down and picked her up with a grunt of effort, bringing her closer to you she clung onto you tightly while you buried your face into her curly hair. “I missed you sweetie.” You held her tighter and your eyes were watering with unshed tears. “I love you mommy.” You heard her sniffle into your shoulder. Finally putting her down you pulled an eager Renee into a lingering hug, answering all her eager questions while playing with JoJo’s wild hair.

“Come on babe.” You muttered to yourself as you watched the monitor with the other Divas and JoJo, who was sitting on your shoulders. You held your breath as Roman went for the three count and let out a cheer along with everyone else when he won the match. You felt JoJo being removed from your shoulders, you turned to see Nikki holding her. “Go get your man.” The rest of the girls cheered as you smiled and jogged away. You paused at the black curtain and waited for Romans theme to hit, waiting a few seconds until you walked off. Your husbands face went from confused to shocked and then ecstatic. You waved at him from the top of the ramp with a smirk on your face and he quickly slid out of the ring and ran to you. You barrelled into you, lifting you up into his arms and holding you close and inhaling your sweet scent. “I missed you so much.” You smiled into his hair and let a few tears fall. You could hear him mumbling sweet nothings into your chest as you felt your dress dampening slightly from his tears. He pulled away and set you down on the ground, letting you reach up and place a hand on his jaw as he rested his big hands on your hips. “I love you.” You smiled as you stared him in the eyes before you pulled him in for an intense kiss. If you were in any other situation, kissing in front of a sold out arena and all the people watching live would have made you cringe but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. After a blissful moment he pulled away to mumble something against your mouth that made you pull away and stare at him. “What did you say?” Your eyes were wide and you hoped he had said what you thought you heard. “I wanna have a baby with you. A little girl for JoJo to play with.” You could feel the tears sliding down your face again as you nodded, slowly at first before they became frantic. “I want that too.” You smiled through your tears making Roman smile back at you before pulling you backstage once again. Once you were out of view of the cameras and audience he didn’t waste anytime bringing your lips to his in a fierce kiss. Your hands tangled in his wet hair as his hands gripped tightly at your hips. “Woah guys, there’s a kid present.” You heard Dean chuckle from behind you making you pull away and turn to face him, and Renee who was covering JoJo’s eyes with a smirk. You stepped out of your husbands grasp and Renee uncovered JoJo’s eyes, effectively letting her run into Roman’s arms. He held her close and pulled you into his side as you brought a hand up to ruffle JoJo’s hair. “Daddy can we go to bed now?” JoJo asked with a yawn making you smile affectionately while Roman nodded at her. “You coming?” He asked before he started walking towards his locker room to grab his bags. “No, I’ll meet you in the car.” You smiled and kissed his cheek before kissing JoJo’s as well. Roman nodded before walking away while you stayed and chatted with Renee and Dean until you heard JoJo’s familiar laugh from the hall. “We’ll take her tomorrow night.” Renee leaned in close with a smirk on her face. “We will?” Dean whined making you laugh while Renee shot him a look. “Yes we will. They need some alone time” Renee smiled triumphantly when Dean nodded with a grunt. “Can’t deny that, he’s been going through a dry spell for almost a year.” You and Renee were laughing when Roman and JoJo finally made their way back to you. He shot you a confused look until you spoke to JoJo “JoJo, do you want to have a sleepover tomorrow night with Aunt Renee and Uncle Dean?” JoJo looked a bit unsure which made you worry a little, because even though you’d never admit it you were desperate for a night alone with Roman. “C’mon kid, it’ll be fun.” Dean messed up her long hair affectionately which seemed to make her mind because the next thing you knew she was nodding and blabbering about everything they were going to do. “Alright, we have to go now Jo. It’s past your bedtime, you’ll see Aunt Renee and Uncle Dean tomorrow.” You told her to say goodbye which she quickly did and then started to skip ahead of you and Roman. “Score.” Roman whispered to you with a smirk. “Counting the seconds until tomorrow night.” You grinned back as you turned around a corner, telling JoJo to wait by the door. “I missed you Y/N.” “I missed you too Roman.”

Come Back Down Part 8

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Aunt Maggie, Mike

Summary: Jensen spends more time at the hospital with Y/N.

Warnings: Cussing, sexual tension, attempt at humor

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Sometime on Day four, Mike made an appearance and he wasn’t too happy. He caught up with me on one of my many trips to the coffee machine. It was truly awful coffee, but it filled the hole. The moment he’d walked through the front sliding doors and zeroed in on me I knew I was in trouble.

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Crescent Rose Guide

So we’ve gotten a few requests for a Crescent Rose tutorial. As much as I’d like to oblige, I don’t think we can really put together a step by step tutorial. Having said that I thought perhaps some helpful tips, troubleshooting and overall dimensions might be useful.

First off, here are the dimensions for Crescent Rose. We had a hard time coming up with a size in the planning phase. Making something 7’ tall by 4’ wide (when extended) was impossible to get down as small as the size shown in the show (somewhere around 30"). So we had to cheat the overall sizing as well as adjust few other items in order to make out prop open and close and be structurally stable. The dimensioned image was something we did early in order to give us rough measurements to aim for with our paper prototype. I’ve color coded the pieces so you can start to see how they go together

To get started we made a paper board model of crescent rose out of some laser prints, cardboard and disposable chopsticks. We posted that here  After that it was a matter of scaling everything up. If you’re going to do this. Don’t be in a rush. One of the questions people ask is “How long did that take you” ? The answer is, I worked on this off and on for 8 months. If this was the only thing we were doing it would have gone much faster, but still you get the idea (lots of planning and testing)

Once we scaled up the dimensions, we made a full size mock up out of cardboard. This was immensely helpful. Cardboard is cheap and you can see how all the pieces are working, as well as start to look for materials that will work on the final. All of the hinges in the mock up are made from cardboard tubes (gift wrap rolls, packing tape spools etc). The only thing we bought was an 8’ piece of 1x2 nom hardwood (poplar) that became the extending (barrel /post). We ultimately repurposed that same piece for the final. All of the cardboard pieces in the full size mockup became template patterns for the final. We had to make a few adjustments to dimensions, but for the most part it was close enough to use as is.

The final pieces were made out of Gator foam. This is  NOT foam core. Gator foam is much more dense and hard. It is also much more expensive and difficult to cut. I couldn’t find it in the stores where I live, so I had to order it from Blick art supplies online. Cutting straight lines took a few passes with a utility knife. Some of the bigger pieces I used a table saw, but just cuz it saved some time and energy. For the curves I used a jig saw, but honestly this could have been done with a steady hand and many more passes with an Xacto or other razor. All the seams were simply glued together with hot glue.

One thing we didn’t really think about until the end, was latching. I kept putting it off because there were so many other issues to work out to get Crescent rose to even open. And to be honest I think we got a little lucky. The point of the scythe snaps to the middle section with rare earth magnets. Incredibly strong and incredibly inexpensive. We bought a pack of 12 for 3 bucks and only used 1 for the latch. The magnet is smaller than the size of an eraser at the end of the pencil. The second latch took a little thinking. We bent some metal plate and drilled a hole in it so that when unfolded a pin in the middle section would catch. As luck would have it this place also provides a catch point when the unit is closed (that was lucky), The final latch was the biggest issue. We couldn’t find anything clever or concealed that would support the cantilevered weight so we simply drilled a hole thought the exterior housing and interior hinge and insert a locking pin (carriage bolt) through. Finally we needed a way to keep the scythe extended and rifle closed. For this we drilled a pair of holes in the wood extension stocks. One hole passes through both piece of wood when it is open and a second hole passes through both pieces of wood when it is closed.

Believe it or not the most complex piece is the claw at the opposite end of the scythe. Having that pieces open close and stay shut with all the other positions of the weapon affection what could be added to the back end made for an interesting problem. For this we ended up building out own ¼ turn hinges that have built in stops so pieces don’t over rotate. As you can tell, we had to really deviate from the animated crescent rose for this piece. I’m not sure how anyone could replicate the action shown in the show..

I know this is not comprehensive or complete, but these are the big picture issues. If I had any tips for anyone trying to make something, it would be these: First off - Go for it, it’s really rewarding. Second, Be patient take your time and don’t be afraid to fail. Try not to get frustrated. the mistakes will tell you a lot about how to fix your prop. It might take a few tries. Third, Make lots of prototypes, models, practice pieces using scraps of whatever you can find. It’ll save you time and money in the end if you figure out the hard parts with recycled and repurposed material. If you guys have any specific questions we’re happy to answer. Good luck! <3

And it gives me some comfort to know…" He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face.
“To know what?”
“That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way,” he said softly.
I pressed my face fiercely into his chest, so my words were muffled.
“I won’t mourn you, because I won’t have to. I won’t lose you, I won’t!” A thought struck me, and I looked up at him, the faint roughness of his beard stubble a shadow on his face…
“No,” he said again, more softly. “We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.” One large hand rose to stroke my hair. “D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed?”
“Yes, I think so. ‘Blood of my blood, bone of my bone…’ ”
“I give ye my body, that we may be one,” he finished. “Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach, and so have you.” He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach.
“Blood of my blood,” he whispered, “and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or
nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”
I put a hand over his, pressing it against me.
“No,” I said softly, “nor can you leave me.”
“No,” he said, half-smiling. “For I have kept the last of the vow as well.” He clasped both hands about me, and bowed his head on my shoulder, so I could feel the warm breath of the words upon my ear, whispered to the dark.
“For I give ye my spirit, 'til our life shall be done.”
—  Diana Gabaldon Dragonfly in Amber Page 193-194
Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part 16

How have there even been 16 chapters??? How is this the second to last chapter??? HOW?

Anyways, sorry it’s short, but the next few chapters are more plot based, so this will probably be the length of the rest of the chapters while I’m typing up the loose ends!

As always, I’d love to hear what you guys think about dis chapter!!! Hit me up or reblog it and leave me some comments!!!

Dis is part 16 (what even) in a multichapter AU Hangrid fic! If you’d like to read the first 15 chapters (again, what even), then CLICK HERE! They are all linked as well as the rest of my fics!!!

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marinxttes  asked:

fenris/hawke as crime-fighting investigators ala holmes and watson

I MET THE MAN who would become my partner on Saturday, the 18th of April, in an alley off Low Street, where I kept my small apartment. I had been at the milliner’s the whole morning, accompanying a friend of mine who was overfond of hats. When at last her purchases were made and the receipts signed it was well after noon, and I, aggravated by the length of the visit and the increasing reminders of my rather light breakfast, hurried from the shop into the street without looking.

I collided with a stranger. We were both knocked to the ground; he sprang up first, face like thunder, until he saw me at his feet, and extended a reluctant hand to assist me to mine.

“Apologies,” he said in a low, rich voice, though the effect was lessened by his annoyance. He was not tall, his hair gone white before his age, his hat jammed low over his eyes. His coat was well-made but worn thin at the elbows and the wrists; his boots seemed more suited to a field than the city. His wrist bore a queer silver mark that vanished beneath his glove before I could make it out.

“I ought to have watched myself,” I replied, curious at his haste. Isabela had joined me by now; she dusted my skirts, then smiled charmingly at the stranger, who looked surprised at her attention.

“You seem lost, sweet. I don’t suppose you need directions?”

“No,” he said curtly, and with a glance over his shoulder and a short bow to my companion and me, he hurried away.

Isabela linked her arm with mine and led me the other direction, where we intended to take a brief dinner at DeSoto. “A handsome pet, that one,” said she, laughing, “a little lamb in a top-hat.”

I smiled and did not answer. I could not share her mirth; for an instant when we had struck, before recognition had settled upon him, I had seen in his green eyes a look of nothing less than mortal fear.

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