i tried to do something with the colors idk man i tried

Bad Word

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Teacher!Reader

Warning: swear words, a bit a smutty scene in the middle of this fic

Request: “teacher!reader x connor murphy PLZ I BEG”

Word Count: 2350

Note: heya! check out this post okay it’s about my queue and stuff. back to this fic, i had fun writing this. i hope y’all enjoy it too. feedback is always appreciated! 


If there was one thing everyone knew about Connor, it was that you are his happy place.

Even if that meant meeting you everyday in your kindergarten classroom full of nosy little children, you were still his happy place.

That’s why he tolerated so much because he knew it meant seeing you.

“Why do you have long hair when you aren’t a girl?” Connor looked up from the colouring book pushed towards him by a little girl named Debby. He was faced with a blonde kid, who was currently giving him a menacing stare.

Connor looked back down to the colouring book, shrugging. “Because I want to.”

“Are you a girl?” The boy continued.

“No, I am definitely a boy.” Connor replied as he tried to keep his cool.

“Are you sure? You have long hair.” The boy gave Connor’s hair a light tug. Connor internally groaned. This kid is getting annoying, he thought to himself.

“I’m really really sure I am a boy.” Connor said, gritting his teeth as he forced a smile.

He knew the rule. You told him that when he entered the classroom, he had to be nice. That meant being patient with the kids because you knew they could be very, well, energetic.

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limitlessshipping  asked:

I feel like my prompt might have been eaten or something... Anyway, Obi-Wan being secretly in love with Anakin and then becoming completely lovesick due to a thing (idk, illness, bug bite, drink, drug, who cares?) that makes you lovesick for the one you love (I'm talking about you know, blushing, sighing, smiling absent-mindedly, leaning into touches and stuff). Surely Anakin finds it all out and tells Obi-Wan (who is afterwards embarrassed as hell) he feels the same and a fluffy ending happens!

Docilely letting Anakin lead him around by the hand, Obi-Wan smiled down at the much larger hand holding onto his, gently squeezing the flesh and bone hand now and then to get the responding pressure returned.

Anakin really had marvelous hands and fingers.

Long fingers, dexterous and clever, able to wedge themselves into spaces to fix up droids and space ships.

Gentle fingers.

Warm fingers.

“Obi-Wan?” Obi-Wan jerked his head up and smiled warmly at the other.

“Yes Anakin?”

“Kix is here, will you let Kix have a look at you?” He questioned gently with his face set in a worried furrow.

Right, the spiked drink.

“Yes of course, but I’m telling you, I’m fine dear one.” Obi-Wan watched in fascination as color spread across the others cheeks at the endearment.

“But for my sake Obi-Wan.”

“Well…alright.” If it was for Anakin, then he could submit himself to Kix care.


“…He’s lovesick? That’s your diagnosis?” Anakin stared at the medic with his eyebrows furrowed.

“No I mean he’s ACTUALLY love sick, as in this drug is made to make someone…well that.” Kix gestured to where Obi-Wan was sitting, watching Anakin with a silly little smile and soft eyes. “For the person they…well like.”

The blond blinked.

“Are you implying…”

“I’m not implying anything. I’m just telling you that the stuff his drink was spiked with is technically harmless. Technically.”

“Technically.” Anakin repeated and tilted his head, he didn’t see so much harm in being lovesick for the person you actually cared for but obviously Kix saw something. The clone sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before focusing on him again.

“Say you’re married but you don’t love the person, if you’re spiked you reveal that. Or if the person you’re with is abusive but you love them anyway? There’s a lot of ways something like this could go wrong sir, here it could be used against the General if he had feelings for someone on the opposition. As it is we’re lucky that the General’s affection is…well here. And won’t take advantage of him. We just need to let the drug dry out in his systems until then.”

So Obi-Wan was going to be looking at him like that until then?

Like he…

But if what Kix said was right then this was what Obi-Wan felt normally, just the things he normally hid.

He nodded to the medic and moved to Obi-Wan’s side.

The moment he touched the others shoulder a faint blush rose up the others neck while he leaned into the touch. “Yes?”

“You hungry? We didn’t really get to eat a lot at the negotiation until your drink got spiked.” Anakin questioned.

“Food does sound nice. Will you be there?” Obi-Wan questioned hopefully with a tiny smile that Anakin recognized as being the ones reserved for him. But coupled with the blush and the almost shy lip nibbling Obi-Wan was doing….

‘Force the other was acting like a love sick teenager.’

And it was endearing for some reason.

Obi-Wan was endearing.

‘How long have you had feelings for me?’ He wondered even as he nodded and smiled, helping the other to his feet. ‘How well did you hide it from me?’

Obi-Wan leaned a bit into his space and peeked up at him with a soft smile.

‘How did you hide it from me you man with the emotional range of a teaspoon?’ Anakin grinned in return before pulling the other Jedi with him, amused and awed by all the blushing and happy sighing the other was letting out.

A lovesick Obi-Wan was a…strange Obi-Wan.

But Anakin could grow to like him for sure, they way he watched Anakin, the way he reached for him even in the Force, seemed to search him out when he was out of sight.

But he did want the normal Obi-Wan back.

Because kissing a man on drugs was not the way Anakin had been raised damn it.

Which was why this was becoming a waiting game and Anakin was not a patient man damn it!

Especially when Obi-Wan smiled at him so sweetly and kept fiddling with his own hair as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“I like it like this.” Anakin offered, reaching out and tucking the red hairs behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “Easier to see your face.” He confided even as he stroked the others ear before pulling back.

“Oh…alright.” Obi-Wan grinned at his hands.

Anakin was unable to resist allowing Obi-Wan to curl up against his chest, arm around the others waist as he drowsed against the blond as he nosed into the others chest and quite obviously was taking in his scent.

‘Noooot going to take advantage of him…just let him fall asleep Anakin. Be good and let him fall asleep.’


“Anakin please can we just…this never happened, alright?” Obi-Wan was moving speedily in front of him, keeping a bit ahead even though Anakin tried to be by his side in the camp. “It was just…fluff. Air…nothing important.”

“Nothin-you love me!” Anakin scowled at his back.

“I just… that is… of course I care about you.” Obi-Wan tried to stammer his way out of the situation he was in but it was kind of hard when Anakin KNEW about the drug he had been spiked with and had been with him for the entire situation.

Thank you for that one Kix.

“No you outright love me.” Anakin used his longer legs to bring him in front of the other, standing in his way. “You love me properly.” He reached up, cupping the others face, feeling the beard against his palms. “And you are trying to backpedal.”

His heart was pounding against his rib cage as Obi-Wan stared up at the other Jedi and he swallowed hard.

“We are Jedi Anakin…”

“No one has to know.” Anakin responded quickly.

“…We’re in the middle of camp.”

“And? Our troopers wouldn’t tell anyone.” Anakin gave him that boyish grin that sent Obi-Wan’s heart somewhere to his throat.


“Please Obi-Wan? We can be Jedi first but…why can’t we love each other too?” The other was closer, dropping his head down, lips only millimeters from the others and the sensation of beard ever so slightly tickling at his skin.

“I…” Obi-Wan leaned into the hands, shivering a bit.

It would be so easy to give in.

To easy.

“I…can’t.” Obi-Wan pulled back, shaking himself before moving around Anakin and hurried towards the comm tent, leaving a blinking blond behind in the middle of camp.

Several clones did their best to seem like they hadn’t been paying attention, wincing in sympathy with the younger General.

That had not gone as expected.


Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non AU

Summary: Y/N works at a small local art supply store while she is a university student studying art in Korea, and one day she receives a really unexpected customer at the worst of times.  (Or the one where Y/N has the pleasure of meeting one of her idols, but of course it had to be when her hair was a mess and she was covered head to toe in paint splatters.)

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A/N: This was a request from the lovely @kdrawvh , who has recently been sharing in my lack of loyalty and slipping into hoseok’s lane along with me,,,,thanks for always being there with me lmao.  Hope you enjoy this, lovely! (Btw: Fine pupper ;))) )

Whenever the dialogue in quotes is bolded, it means someone is speaking korean  idk korean so im writing it in english but pretend they’re speaking korean they’re in korea okay

I imagine him looking something like this for this story (the image isn’t mine): 

It had been a pretty slow day at the small art store.  Not too many customers, not too many deliveries, and not too many interruptions in general.  Y/N was fairly pleased because this meant that she had basically had the majority of her 7 hour shift to herself to work on her painting behind the counter at the front of the small store.  Her unlimited access to all of the supplies the store sold was one of the main reasons she took the job in the first place, so it always brightened her mood just a little more when she actually had time to use those supplies.  

Y/N was just in the middle of re-tying her hair up in a ponytail after it had fallen out for the umpteenth time that day, when the bell above the door rang.  With her hands full, she couldn’t really take out the paintbrush she was holding between her teeth while she finished tying her hair.

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plinys  asked:

piggy back rides + idk what ship but like ray is part of this tbh

good news- it’s gonna be the entire team

It had started, as far, far too many things do because Sara liked to feel tall. She’d tried, once, doing this to Mick, and had been so promptly and sharply flipped over his shoulder that the bruise colored most of her lower back for a week.

In Mick’s defense, Sara had said, “Mick, carry me,” and he had succintly said, “No,” and she had, in what had not been her brightest moment, decided that he’d be fine with it once she’d latched onto his back.

This had been what the kids call “A mistake.”

Ray, on the other hand, had given her no such issue. And she wonders why she hadn’t gone with Ray to begin with- There is something about Mick, she supposes, that makes him seem like a more capable piggyback ride giver- The shoulders, probably. 

But Ray was an inch taller. So Sara had gotten to enjoy that sweet, sweet height, until, as always, Ray’s undying affection for Kendra had ruined everything and that damn bird stole Sara’s #1 method of transportation.

And like, listen. In most situations, Kendra was the best, and in most situations, Sara had been usually pretty lax about Ray- But there had been something about watching a man give someone else a piggyback ride that had really stung.

So she’d tried Mick again. This time, he’d actually gone with it- Possibly because he’d given up, or possibly because she’d told him they could race Ray and Kendra down the hall and the losing team belonged to the winning team for 12 hours. 

Anyway, Mick had tripped Ray and he and Sara had totally won, which had been AMAZING, but had also turned piggyback rides into a team- Thing.

All things, in the end, became Team Things.

“You know,” Kendra had said, hour three into some of the best twelve hours Sara’s ever had. “I’m technically the strongest person on this ship.”

“And?” Sara says. 

“Why don’t you let me carry you?” Kendra says.

And Sara had, in that moment, felt love so acutely she’d actually been afraid it would result in a rash.

So Kendra had become the third carrier, of Sara, Amaya, sometimes Jax. 

And the funny thing was, no one had ever heard Amaya laugh that hard until she let Kendra carry her.

Amaya had been the only one that got to hold on to Kendra and nestle between her wings.

Fuck if Sara hadn’t almost burned the whole place down in jealousy. Like, come on. Wings? Ridiculous. 

At some point, though no one remembers, Len had started letting Ray carry him, so Mick took over Kendra’s duty of carrying Amaya, and Sara hadn’t really been sure what kind of weird cuckhold thing was going on there but sure. Let it happen. 

Ray and Nate had tried to out-carry each other at some point. It had ended gayly. Next chapter.

With a sense of purpose, Sara had put her hand on Rip’s shoulder and said, “Climb on to my back so I can wear your dumb ass like an English backpack.”

And Rip had said, very eloquently, “What?”

“Get on my back,” Sara had said. “I can carry you. You weigh like 7 pounds. Wait you don’t know what pounds are- How many of your- How many British pounds is 7 pounds?”


She had never been one to wait. And since he hadn’t seemed likely to climb onto her back, she’d decided to take matters into her own hands, and swept him up, bridal style.

He hadn’t admitted it, but the sucker had loved it. She could tell.

Carrying people bridal style, as all things, became a Team Thing.

anonymous asked:

I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive.” AU meeting with lil lima bean pls

this prompt is so cute and i hope i did it justice!!! BLURB NIGHT 

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fictionisthebetterreality  asked:

Heyy I love love love all of your stories, so per your requests being open I have this really vague idea about like Akaashi having this thing where he paints his nails and maybe like the colours correspond to his moods and the other 3 know he's really mad when they're fire engine red or sad when theyre black or happy when theyre bright pink, and idk like they start doing it too or something like I said vague idk where I was going with it so take it as you want :)


 Kuroo lifts Akaashi’s hand, and studies it. He looks across his slender wrist, and up his pale fingers. They’re very long, and curve into nicely kept nails. The nails are the perfect length- not too long, or too short, and are painted flawlessly. 

Kuroo hums, “Yellow today?”

“I was happy.” Akaashi says plainly.

Kuroo grins, and presses a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Oh? What a rare occurrence.”

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Alone on New Year’s Eve

Word Count: 1570

Summary: You plan to be home alone on New Year, but Jefferson shows up and.. Idk just read the story

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Modern

Warnings: Panic attacks.

A/N: my first Imagine, and welp. I mean, i tried. I do like it, but it’s. Idk. Keep in mind that this is not my native language, and it probably sucks at a few points. Also Jefferson is so none-assholey? I’ll try to change that next time. Enjoy.

No. This is not at all how you’ve imagined the end of the year.

Almost everything went great so far. You had an amazing, well-paid job as a secretary, you could afford a decent flat, you’ve made a lot of friends and you even managed to fall in love with someone who might feel the same, despite the fact that you’ve just moved to New York. So why exactly did the year had to end with one of your worst fears?

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nonveganzombie  asked:

Ok, should've done it on this blog, sorry 😅But what kind of Pokémon do you think the mm squad would have? Persian feels obvious for Jumin

bro i LOVE coming up with pokemon squads thank you for giving me an excuse to do these guys i put way more time and effort into this than i should have whoops


  • Rockruff
    • Puppy! Enough said lol
  • Skitty
    • Since he’s a vet, he’s gotta have the standard puppy and kitten. Skitty also represents Lisa!
  • Pawniard
    • I knew Yoosung would want a sword/knight Pokemon in there somewhere because of his LOLOL fantasy, but I chose Pawniard specifically bc it tries to be edgy and like “FIGHT ME” but at the same time it’s so small and cute?
  • Pikachu
    • He loves video games, of course he’d have the main mascot! Plus the color scheme fits, so cute~
  • Audino
    • Obligatory healer Pokemon haha
  • Togetic
    • Togetic’s all about hope and happiness, and Yoosung always tries to be a really cheerful person, so I feel he’d like one!


  • Roserade
    • I mean… look at it. Don’t tell me Roserade doesn’t scream “Zen” lmao
  • Meloetta
    • Another obvious one haha… I like that it has the Pirouette form too, which kinda represents his acting as well as his singing
  • Alolan Ninetales
    • It’s gorgeous and silvery and beautiful. Just like Zen~
  • Gallade
    • Zen’s always going on about how ~knightly~ he is haha
  • Abra
    • Psychic dreams, yo
  • Seviper
    • …read farther (also I genuinely feel Zen would dig snakes)


  • Mienshao
    • I know there’s actually a judo Pokemon, but I felt Mienshao suited Jaehee better than Throh in just about every aspect 
  • Pidgeot
    • I just kinda feel that Pidgeot gives off a Jaehee vibe? It might be the color scheme and also how diligent it looks.
  • Noctowl
    • Why am I associated a bunch of bird Pokemon with Jaehee? idk man I’m just going with my gut… Noctowl is associated with nighttime and this girl’s always up late :’D Also the color scheme! And it’s super smart.
  • Chatot
  • Kirlia
    • Ballet! Also it’d be cute for Jaehee to have a Gardevoir and Zen to have a Gallade >v>
  • Ampharos
    • Since there’s no caffeine/coffee Pokemon, I figured electricity would be the next closest thing haha. I felt Jaehee would like how Ampharos looks, as well as its gentle nature


  • Meowstic (f)
    • Female Meowstic is probably the closest thing to Elizabeth 3rd you’re gonna get with Pokemon!
  • Alolan Meowth
    • Instead of Persian I think he’d have this for a couple reasons: it is (or was, I guess) associated with high class (bred for royalty and all) and also Meowth is just associated with money, of course. we’re not gonna talk about Alolan Persian shh
  • Espeon
    • First, cat. Second, all its Pokedex entries talk about how loyal it is, and it’s evolved via friendship. Jumin really values good friends and loyal people.
  • Lilligant
    • Jumin really cares about the environment and likes gardening, so he’d definitely have at least one grass Pokemon. I feel Lilligant fits his aesthetic, I guess, out of all the grass Pokemon out there despite it being very… woman-like whoops
  • Cherrim
    • …the cherry farm lol (also this is like, the closest I could get to associating a Pokemon with grapes/wine? :’D)
  • Zangoose
    • Grumpy, v srs kitty. ò^ó Also bc I couldn’t resist giving Zen and Jumin rival Pokemon heheh


  • Rotom
    • Imagine the mayhem he’d cause with a Rotom omg he’d love it
  • Beheeyem
    • Because space. Also apparently its appearance is supposed to resemble a secret agent lmao!
  • Metagross
    • Gotta give him a robot Pokemon right? Metagross is also apparently based off both a supercomputer and UFO, so I thought that fit haha~
  • Mimikyu
    • He’d. Relate to Mimikyu a bit too much, I feel. A thing pretending to be something it’s not to be noticed and loved? kill me ;v;
  • Litleo
    • I felt he would definitely have at least one cat Pokemon, and out of all the cat Pokemon out there I thought Litleo suited him best! Fiery lil kitty <3
  • Cubone
    • do i need to explain this one it’s even more tragic than mimikyu /sobs

Thank you so much you both! <3 But I suck so bad at drawing tutorials as I don’t even know how to make one. Believe me, I tried. I just tell someone you just open a blank canvas on photoshop and draw something you love. Which, I know, isn’t very helpful. But that’s how it’s always been for me. For more blabbering about art stuff, do continue. If not, just ignore. :D


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Sweet Somethings

Request: Can you make a scenario where you two are fighting and he tells you he likes you? Any BTS member would be great! :)

Member: BTS Taehyung (v) x Y/N

Type: Angst/Fluff… (ALSO: moments of R-Rated language) 

Comments: IDK. I didn’t want to pick a member and it was so hard because they are all literally my bias wreckers…so when in doubt…pick the bias D:

I ripped off another t-shirt and stomped around my room angrily. It was one of those days where nothing looked right, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get what I saw in the mirror to look like something I could accept. 

“Yah Y/N,” Taehyung called from my living room. “We are going to miss the movie!” 

I brooded in front of my closet with crossed arms, near tears. Tae was my best friend and had been since before I could remember. Before I liked boys, before I hit puberty, and before I became this body conscious mess. I was around before he had six boys as hip attachments, before he knew fame, and before he became everyone’s fantasy. I shouldn’t have cared what I was going to wear around him, but for some reason I did. 

And tonight, I just couldn’t pick anything that made me feel remotely okay. 

I heaved another sigh and plopped backwards onto my bed. 

“I don’t want to go anymore,” I huffed, turning my face towards the pillow to muffle the groan that escaped next. 

“What?” V shouted. 

“Just go ahead without me. I know Hoseok and Jungkook are waiting.” I called over my shoulder towards the closed door. I knew better though. Before I could even begin pouting into my pillow the door was springing open and an angry Tae was storming through. 

“Whyyyy?” Taehyung gasped. 

“Hey!” I squeaked. “You didn’t even knock. I could’ve been naked or…or…”

He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for me to finish my sentence. 

“Or naked!” I said dumbly, trying not to meet his eyes as I sat up. 

“Are you honestly going to cancel tonight because you can’t find anything to wear?” He grumbled, motioning to the pile of clothes I had acquired on my floor. 

“Yes,” I nodded. “Yes, I am.”

Tae clucked, picking up a dress from the floor. “What about this? It has flowers on it?”

“I look fat in that,” I whispered. 

“And this?” V said, dropping the dress and picking up a t-shirt. 

“My skin tone is too off for that color,” I sighed. 

“Then what’s wrong with this one?” Tae tried again, picking up another shirt. 

“It makes my hip bones look weird,” I nodded.

“Are you crazy?” Taehyung said, exhausted at this point with me. It’s okay, I was exhausted with me too. 

“Apparently, but it’s nice of you to point it out,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. Taehyung knew I had anxieties and I was pretty sensitive about them. 

“Seriously, it is literally a movie. Hobi, Kookie, and me. You’ve hung out with us a million times Y/N, what makes this any different?” He asked. 

“It’s different because I don’t fucking like myself today, alright?” I hissed. “That is why it is different.”

“We like you!” Taehyung said. “Just put on some clothes. I have to see Captain America kick Ironman’s butt so Jungkook can cry!”

I cut my eyes at Tae.

He rolled his eyes instead. “You’re being really selfish right now Y/N,” he whispered, plopping down on my bed. 

I felt a flame light in my stomach as I turned to look at him, eyes wide. “Excuse me?”

“Do you like Hobi?” Taehyung continued in a whisper. “Is that what it is? Are you trying to impress him?”

“Kim Taehyung,” I said slowly, trying to contain my rage, but having a poor go at it. “How dare you.”

“What?” he asked, turning to me with wide eyes. 

“You think…this is all over some stupid crush? You think I don’t want to go because I have a crush on Hoseok and I give two shits about what I look like in front of him?”

“Well what is it then?” he asked, scrunching his eyebrows. 

“I have issues, alright?!” I shouted, letting the rage flow through me. “I get it, I’m messed up and I’m being selfish holding everyone up and sometimes it’s hard to be me. I get into my own head, and whisper harsh criticisms to myself instead of sweet nothings. I don’t feel okay, and that is why I don’t want to go. I do not feel comfortable. Today I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin, let alone a t shirt, so just leave it alone Tae. Go see the stupid fucking movie without me, alright?”

Taehyung sat, motionless, and wordless for a few moments. I could see the gears of thought whirring at top speeds in his head. 

“I still don’t understand,” he said shaking his head. 

Man, was this kid thick. 

“Tae,” I said, my voice quivering in anger. 

“You always look beautiful,” he said, shaking his head and staring blankly toward my pile of clothes on the floor. “I don’t understand…how someone like you…could ever not feel comfortable in their skin.”

My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him. “Wh-what?”

“I guess…I guess it’s time I told you,” he continued. “I like you Y/N…and I don’t even really bother looking at what you wear because…well because that’s not the part that matters? You’re what matters…not what’s covering your skin. And if you don’t feel comfortable…well I just don’t understand. You should be proud of everything you have.”

I continued staring at him, trying to remember to blink. Had he just confessed to me?

He turned to me and placed his hand lightly atop of mine. “Y/N,” he whispered. “We don’t have to go to the movie…if you’re uncomfortable…we’ll stay in…if you’ll let me…I’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear…to try to drown out your own harsh criticisms…but they won’t be nothings…they’ll be somethings…because you deserve all of the somethings.”

I could feel myself becoming teary eyed. My vision began to blur, completely contradicting the huge smile on my face. “Taehyung,” I squeaked, leaning toward him, allowing myself to be engulfed into his arms. Sometimes he spoke nonsense, but this nonsense was working at my heart.

He kissed the top of my forehead carefully. Taehyung began to quietly sing. “Kkwak jabajwo nal anajwo. Can you trust me, can you trust me, can you trust me, Kkwak kkeureoanajwo.” 

I instantly recognized the song as my favorite of his, Hold me Tight. I nuzzled into his neck, completely shocked by the turn of events. “Have you liked me all of this time?” I asked carefully. 

“Mmm…since about the first Ironman movie,” he nodded with a chuckle. “That’s when I realized you were a girl. Quickly after that I realized you were a girl that I liked very much.”

I nodded, beginning to giggle. 

“Like…like like,” he nodded. “You know, as more than friends?”

“Yup, got it Tae,” I said, looking up to him. He stared into my eyes, his trademark boxy smile filling his face. That was all the sweet something I needed. 

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Phonecalls (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)

Prompt: Can you write a Jefferson imagine where he’s on an important call and the reader starts trying to distract him by sitting on his lap or something and he starts getting turned on and trying not to get the person on the phone suspicious idk

Word Count: 2,588

So much sin. Like more than originally planned, too. Just sin. Y’all can thank @tamenerd for this. She’s like my #1 sinner. Extra sin just for her bc she’s great go follow her and send her love and read her imagines bc they kick ass.

Disclaimer: This is basically porn. So don’t read if you’re not 18+ , I don’t need to catch shit for it. Thank you bbys.

That phone call was set to ruin your night. You knew it the second the first ring hit your ears. Tried to ignore it, hoping your husband would do the same. That he’d toss his phone aside when he went to pull it out of his pocket. That he’d back you up right onto your bed that barely smelled like him anymore. But of course you knew better.

‘I’ll be quick’ He had said. ‘Just a five minute call,babe.’ He had said. ‘I promise I won’t keep you waiting’ He had said. You did your best not to roll your eyes and believe him.

That was nearly an hour ago. You should have made him send it to voicemail. It already annoyed you that you had to have a set no work comes home night each week. You knew his work was important, and he never was purposely spending all of his time working. But if you didn’t intervene you were sure Thomas would spend weeks at the office before coming home. Sometimes you let him, because when he snapped out of it the man would take you to bed for days. Made sure you know he loved you. And you were proud of everything he was doing, you wanted him to succeed. But you were also very seriously considering a curfew on when he was allowed to be working.

Especially after this. He’d been away on a business trip, and promised you’d have him to yourself when he got back. But he’d gotten a call right after dinner and you swore, you tried to fight. But he pulled the eyes on you, which was foul play. So you laid a kiss on him to make sure he knew just what was waiting for him in your bedroom. But apparently it wasn’t enough. You could still hear him talking in the other room.

There was a part of you that wanted to just get in bed and pretend to be asleep when he came in, spite him. But he was still going back into work tomorrow. It’d just leave you frustrated. Frustrated… that gave you an idea.

You stood in front of the mirror, tying the ribbon in a bow on your chest. Thomas had bought you this for valentine’s day, and you hadn’t had a chance to use it yet. Maybe you were avoiding it a little. It was such a ridiculous color,but you couldn’t deny he looked good in it, and maybe you loved seeing yourself in a sheer magenta nightie top and matching panties. You were sure your husband would.

You walked out into your living room, trying not to frown when you saw him sitting at the table, laptop open. No wonder it was taking him so long. He wouldn’t have gone to bed for another few hours had you left him alone. Sneaking up behind Thomas, you leaned down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing a light kiss to his temple, a warning. “You said five minutes, babe.” Your hand moved to thread your fingers through his hair,tugging at it just hard enough to get his attention. “Promised I’d get you all to myself tonight.” You whispered in his ear, smirking as you nipped at the earlobe.

Thomas put a hand over the receptor of his phone, turning to catch your lips in a kiss. “One more minute. That’s all I need.” He turned his head back to his laptop, not even looking at you fully. You stood up, giving his hair another pull, feeling a little bit of satisfaction when he let out a gasp and had to cover it with a cough. You twirled strands at the nape of his neck, counting the seconds. Not that you were surprised when he went over. But you weren’t entertaining yourself for another hour waiting for him.

You walked in front of him,lifting yourself on to the table, right next to his laptop. Trailing a finger down his jaw, you brought his face to look at you, mouth curling in a smile when you watched his eyes widen. “Mercy, please” He mouthed at you. “Soon” But you shook your head, determined. There was some part of you that would have normally held back that was missing tonight. Maybe a nagging voice in your head that hadn’t shut up since you went to your room alone again, one that told you he hadn’t missed you after all. That he was hoping you’d fall asleep so he could actually enjoy himself. You always managed to quiet it. But this was the longest he’d ever been away. Something was different, and you’d already been so patient. Your hand left his jaw, thumb catching his bottom lip as it passed. Bringing it back to your side, you decided to move over to the laptop, pushing it down and shutting it. He realized what you were doing just a second too late, reaching out to stop you as it clicked shut.

“Hang up.” You whispered, his last warning. You could play dirty to get what you wanted too.

“I can’t. This is my job. No-one else can manage this.” He whispered back to you, covering the mouthpiece again.

“They can leave it unmanged for a night. Your job has had you for the last week and a half. You know you married me, not your job.” Your foot hooked around his ankle, trailing up the back of his calf. “Come to bed, Thomas.” You offered a small pout.

“Y/N..” He looked like he was going to cave for a minute, like the guilt trip mixed with your outfit was the straw that broke the camel’s back. But no, he just sighed, rubbing his hands over his eyes and giving you an exasperated look. Like you were being unreasonable here.

“Fine. Stay on the call.” You stood up, let him think you were going to leave for a moment, watching your husband’s face. He looked at you with a heavy apology, and you made your decision what to do next on the spot. You brought your lips to your husbands, hoisting yourself up on the chair,on leg going over him so you were straddling his legs. “I didn’t say I would leave.” You gave him an evil look as you pulled back from the salty taste of his lips.

You knew what buttons to push, and when. You could make this a game. How long would Thomas last now? You were a woman on mission. You leaned into him, teeth trailing up his jawline, to his free ear, where you whispered to him. ‘Say goodbye now,take me to bed.” It was very clear in your voice that was the only way to get out of the situation he was in now. You pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, settling your place in his lap.

But he was determined to finish this call, your stubborn husband. He knew the game you were playing now. Thought he could win. Or thought he could hold out loosing long enough to find a way off the call. Either way, you were set to prove him wrong, threading your fingers through the back of his hair and pulled back, feeling his breath hitch. Your let your head fall forward, falling directly under Thomas’ chin. Pressing a soft kiss to the lift of his Adam’s apple, you pulled his hair back more, tilting his head up to give you better access to his neck. He was definitely going to have some explaining to do at work tomorrow, as you moved your mouth down to the nape of his neck, pressing a kiss before nipping at the skin, tongue tracing where your teeth had been. Sure to suck just hard enough to leave a faint but obvious mark there when you let up. His skin was warm against your lips and if he didn’t at least put a hand on you soon you were going to get evil.

After another moment you pulled away, looking up at your husband again. His eyes were trained on you the best they could, dark with lust. You didn’t even try to hide the shiver that look sent up your spine. What those eyes could do to you. But he was still on that damn phone. “Give in?” You mouthed. He’d been doing a whole lot of listening up till this point, but when he replied to his conversation partner with a very steady “Not, I’m still with you. If you can have the documents to my office by the afternoon we’ll be golden” You glared at him, a hand moving down his chest, tracing the curve of his muscles under the fabric of his shirt,and then after one final tug of his hair, accompanied by another satisfying show of him covering up his reaction with a fake cough, your other hand followed, meeting to undo the bottom button, fingers tracing the flesh there before moving up again, repeating the process until both of your hands could comfortably explore his chest. You like drug your nails around his side from the small of his back. His free hand came to settle at your hip, trying to give him some form of control, maybe allow him a few extra minutes. And lord, were you tempted to, his giant hand on the bare flesh of your him was like fire,sparking off your nerves. But it made another part of you more determined to get more of that feeling. “Please” You nearly whimpered to him. Thomas caught your lips in a quick kiss, one where you could just hear him thinking “Five more minutes”. You hoped he could hear you thinking “Liar” too.

When he pulled away it was to respond on his call and you quit playing even remotely nice. You brought your hips down on his, grinding down to pull the reaction from him that you could feel through his jeans and your silk panties. You undid the remainder of his shirt buttons, leaning down so your lips could trace his collar bone, down his chest as far as you could manage in the position, leaving plenty of dark red and purple marks in your wake. “Y/N…” You heard him pleading, wondered if the person he was on the phone with could hear it too. If they had caught on to the game their associate had been caught in. Wondered if they were playing along to see just how long Thomas would last. You thrust your hips forward and there it was, he just barely bit back a moan enough. “You know what Madison, I’m feeling a bit exhausted after our flight. We can continue this tomorrow.” Of course it was Madison. He’d definitely caught on then. Was definitely helping you torture your husband.

You looked up in victory when you heard his phone be placed down on the counter. “You are evil, my love.”

“You were supposed to be mine tonight.” You countered, threading your fingers through his hair once more.

“Well now you’re mine.” He spoke, and in one swift motion stood, hand moving to support you as you were lifted into the air. He caught you in another kiss, one filled with promises you absolutely believed he’d make good on.

You both barreled into your bedroom, lips barely breaking, if only to tangle yourselves in each other more, Thomas’ lips leaving plenty of dark marks in retaliation. You didn’t even notice that you had gotten to your bed until he tossed you down on it, looking at you with a devilish smile that you had been wearing for him moments ago. Big, rough hands spread your legs open, enough to hook your underwear and pull them away, discarding them to some unknown corner of the room.

Immediately after came kisses and bites on your thigh, Thomas knew what buttons to push as well as you did. You weren’t going to try to quiet the noises he was drawing from you though. His fingers traced your lips, before moving to press inside you, gently at first, eliciting a slow and deep moan from you as his mouth joined, tongue tracing everywhere but where you needed it to be. He was taking his sweet time getting there too, as his fingers began to pump steadily in and out of you. The breath against your warmth was almost as intoxicating as any other part of this. “Thomas….” You moaned out his name, hands finding anchors, one tangled in the sheets, on at the top of his head. Finally, he seemed to give in to your request and his tongue circled your clit, allowing you to unravel. His mouth and fingers seemed to find a perfect rhythm, even when they switched places, on a mission to leave you undone. He was too good at this, you didn’t stand a chance of holding out, after working yourself up like that. A moan of your husband’s name and your legs coming together only to be interrupted by his head and to resign to shaking on that as the orgasm ripped through you.

“Give in, love?” He smiled as he lifted his head once you had relaxed. That was funny. He thought he’d won. You sat up, hand wrapping around the back of his neck.

“Not even kind of, babe.” You pulled him up with you, flipping the both of you around now that he was on the bed, so you were sat across his hips once more. You gave him a devilish grin, and got to what you had been waiting for since his phone first rang.

You yawned as you woke, and empty spot where your husband had been when you fell asleep. You sighed, standing up and going through his drawers to find one of the few t-shirts he owned, draping it on yourself, and made your way to the kitchen.

But as you turned into your living room you were greeted by your husband who hadn’t changed into anything aside from the boxers he’d slept in.

“I took the day off this morning.” He smiled at you, before you could even ask. You smiled, moving to sit next you him, lifting the arm that was at his side and wrapping it around your shoulders so you could curl into him.

“No more work at home, I’ve learned my lesson. James will never let me live that down, you know.”

You shrugged. “You brought it on yourself, Mr. Jefferson.” You spoke with a smirk forming.

“If that’s the case, then you’ve brought this upon yourself, Mrs. Jefferson.” He turned, locking your lips in a hungry kiss as he lead you down till you were lying on the couch.

Maybe the phone call hadn’t ruined everything.

Author’s note: Kuroshitsuji with 15. Let’s make this a competition.”
First Christmas prompt! #fail Oh well, it’s Christmas somewhere, right? Right. Thanks so much for your lovely compliment! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this little fic!

Summary: When Ciel’s servants fail to make him happy during everyone’s favorite holiday of the year, Sebastian suggests they turn this into a small competition. The first one to make Ciel smile or laugh is the winner and of course, as the perfect butler, Sebastian has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Word count: 2k (woops)

The smell of snow was already penetrating his room and Ciel woke up groggily, already annoyed at the familiar scent, and saw a blurry Sebastian preparing a cup of tea at the foot of his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ciel sat up straight and let out a small huff when his butler looked up at him, the usual smile permanently plastered on his face.

“Good morning, young master. Did you sleep well?”

“As if you care,” Ciel mumbled and scooted over to the side, letting his feet dangle above the ground as Sebastian walked over to him with his tray.

Fortunately, the strong aroma of the earl grey tea took his mind off the fact that it was snowing outside and he purposely held the steaming cup right under his nose, practically forcing himself to smell nothing but that.


Oh, how he loathed this holiday. The only good thing was the profit he made with his company because people were dumb enough to buy presents for their loved ones. It was honestly the most useless day of the year, along with his birthday. Winter reminded him too much of the loss of his parents and his childhood, which was why he was giving Sebastian even more death stares than usual.

He couldn’t focus on the newspaper, his breakfast or his tea for that matter. He couldn’t even think of any random insults for Sebastian who was graciously ironing his clothes for today.

“You seem a bit tense today, my lord,” Sebastian mumbled as he gently dressed Ciel in a simply, yet fancy suit for the special occasion. “Anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”

As much as he wanted to not go downstairs and celebrate Christmas with the rest of his servants, Ciel didn’t have a choice so he shook his head, shrugged Sebastian’s hand off after he had tied a red tie around his neck and left his room, getting tailed by Sebastian’s quiet yet obvious footsteps.

The minute he got to the main living room, he was met with an explosion of “Merry Christmas, young master!”s, “Hope you like the presents we got you!” and “I did all the decoratin’ myself, sir,” and Ciel couldn’t be more annoyed. Even though they all meant well, he couldn’t help but glare at the gigantic Christmas tree in the farthest corner of the room, decorated with sparkly baubles, angels and everything else they could think of.

Finny started arguing with Bard about the chocolate cake that was in the middle of the large, beautifully decorated table, which somewhat appealed to Ciel because it was something sweet, but it still made his eyebrow twitch.

He took a seat at the head of the table and let Sebastian cut the first slice because it didn’t look like his servants were going to stop bickering any time soon. Mey-Rin was doing her best to stop them by flailing around like a butterfly while Tanaka sat in his usual corner, drinking his tea.

No matter what they did, they couldn’t get Ciel to be excited about Christmas. Every person in that room knew why he was not going to put on a fake smile, or at least pretend he liked the presents they got him, because everything about this holiday reminded him too much of the fire. So instead of listening to them constantly trying to cheer him up with silly stories, dance-moves and more sweet foods, Ciel just sat there, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, watching them with a blank expression.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he did appreciate their efforts, namely Finny’s because he was trying the hardest by hugging him close and running his rough fingers through his hair while the others simply ran around in circles like lunatics. Sebastian was watching everything quietly, his blood colored eyes containing a neutral glitter while he cleaned the table.

“It’s no use,” Mey-Rin said, totally and utterly defeated as she held her face. “We cannot make the young master happy. And I thought he’d surely enjoy our presents and cake…”

“It’s obviously not his favorite day of the year,” Finny mumbled quietly against the back of his head and pulled away. “Did you at least enjoy the cake, my lord?”

“I did, it was quite tasty,” Ciel replied honestly and cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, feeling undeniably cold without Finny’s presence. “You did a good job on that.”

They had probably put loads of sugar in it to hide their mistakes because it was a tad bit too sweet, but since he liked sweet things, he didn’t have anything to complain about. Plus, it was fun to see Sebastian’s disapproving look when he said that, obviously not pleased with the fact they made a cake without his surveillance. The latter was what made the white lie worth it because Sebastian was looking between him and the cake with the sourest expression he had ever seen.

However, the irritated expression was soon replaced with a cool one and Sebastian straightened up. “Let’s make this a competition, then. See who can cheer the young master up today. The winner can relax and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

That asshole clearly had a plan and Ciel did not like where this was going. Not one bit.

“Excuse you and your face,” he sneered and dropped his fork.

“But we’ve already tried everything!” Finny exclaimed, tears apparent in his large eyes. “D’you have any other ideas, then, Sebastian-san?”

“I do,” Sebastian smiled and looked down at Ciel with a rather mischievous, demonic look. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t even know how to cheer up our beloved young master?”

Okay, Ciel debated with himself for a minute. He could either give in and put a fake smile right now to get this over with or he could bite and see what kind of stupid plan this guy had. Seeing as he did like a challenge, Ciel decided to give them their needed permission with a mere flick of his wrist and watched everyone run around the house, trying their best to find something that would a bring a smile to his face.

Sebastian remained by his side during their frantic search, acting exceedingly patient and content, making Ciel even more annoyed because what was Sebastian’s oh so flawless plan?

Everyone else seemed to suck at making him smile, as usual. Finny had put on this idiotic clown costume and tried to entertain him by throwing some brightly colored balls in the air, Bard wanted to drag him to the kitchen to let him blow things up because “That always cheered me up when I was little!” but Sebastian promptly stopped him from doing so with a rather forced smile and Mey-Rin tried to show off her skills by balancing a couple of plates on her hands, shoulders and head. She failed of course and Sebastian was quick enough to catch all of them before they would hit the ground and shatter into pieces.

After some more failed tries, Bard tried telling a few funny stories about his childhood, along with a few very bad jokes, Finny went to the garden to bring in some flowers and Mey-Rin just kept tripping over her own feet and dropping furniture whenever she came up with a new plan. Tanaka remained silent throughout the day, chuckling every now and then while he watched their pure yet competitive attempts.  

At the end of the day, none of them succeeded and Ciel was left exhausted and bored of their endless, non-entertaining actions. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He was about to get up but Sebastian, that smug-looking bastard, held out an arm and his smile widened. “Excuse me, sir, but I’m still allowed to give it a try, am I not?”

Ciel sighed and sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “Right, I almost forgot. Go ahead.”

It was undoubtedly the biggest mistake he had ever made. Sebastian strode over to the back of his chair and placed both of his hands on his shoulders and Ciel felt himself frowning because he had no idea what to expect. Everyone watched in anticipation as Sebastian’s hand gently slipped down his torso, causing Ciel’s body to twitch lightly and right when he was onto him, it was already too late.

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why can’t we be like that? // l.h

a/n; been awhile since i did a proper one shot haddnit? (is that slang? idk it is now) anyway! this was requested by that lovely anon up there, and I finally got to it! somewhat inspired by a mixture of prompts and little mix. enjoy!

word count: 1,791

Luke was a masterpiece.

His skin was carefully painted with the secrets of the galaxies. His eyes were the perfect pigment of hope; they were a shot of something holy and a handful of secrecy. His hands were carved right out of marble, the edges were perfectly rounded and sculpted just large enough to be a perfect prison for your own hands. Except—it wasn’t. You weren’t allowed to hold his hand in the public eye, you couldn’t rest your head against his shoulders, and you couldn’t get lost in his stars. He was someone that you could only touch in the privacy of your own home. Luke Hemmings was a masterpiece locked behind the glass of the public eye with a sad little sign that read do not touch. And you were just somebody who followed the rules, being afraid to ruin the piece of art that was carefully created.

You wanted to shout at whoever made it a rule not to touch the artwork in museums because Luke was something you just couldn’t resist. Perhaps that’s why you agreed that no one had to know about your relationship. You supposed the pros outweighed the cons most of the time; those times being when Luke gets home from a long day and wants nothing more than to nudge his face into your neck and leave wet kisses. However that wasn’t enough sometimes. There was nothing more you wanted than to wrap your arms around him while waiting in line for dinner. You didn’t want to pretend that you weren’t head over heels in love with Luke anymore.

Perhaps that was why you were standing in front of the backstage door. There was a picture floating around, a picture that made you double over in pain. You didn’t blame him. He was out doing what he did every night you weren’t there—fulfilling the lie that he was just a single rockstar enjoying his ending teenage years. You couldn’t blame him no matter how much you wanted to.

There was a lump in your throat as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Your heart was beating out of your chest, pleading for you to just walk away. “It’s not worth it,” it screamed desperately, “we’re both just going to end up broken if you do this.”

Despite the pleas of your heart, you knocked on the door. You heard shuffling come from the inside, the shouts of the young boys coming to a quiet stop as someone walked to the door. The door opens as you feel the air leave your body—it wasn’t Luke. It was Ashton.


You stared up at him with a sad smile. “Is Luke with you guys?” Stupid. Of course Luke would be with them.

“Yeah,” Ashton mumbled. “Luke, someone’s here for you.”

Someone. Just a someone.

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King Jane’s new video for her latest single, “Yoga,” is the type of video so many people have waited for. First of all, the song is such a summer jam, with hints of club beats and trap vibes to keep you sweating on the dance floor or in the comfort of your own home. And the video, which shows Jane baring some skin, booty popping, along with her hair swinging to her waist in a braid that could whip you into shape, has us seeing Janelle in a light we weren’t sure she’d touch base with.

But of course, all of these changes have raised red flags to stans that are not ready to see Janelle tread new looks of territory. “She’s selling out,” “She’s showing ass? Nah, can’t respect her,” and “This isn’t her, at ALL,” comments have been spewing, and I am here to shut them down. Because it seems to me people are getting the wrong idea RATHER quickly without processing the information.


  1. “Black People Don’t Do Yoga! / “Yoga Isn’t Sexual! She’s Sexualizing It!”
    Sadly, because of cultural appropriation, many believe Yoga is a “White People Thing,” even though it originated in India. So, thanks to Jane, the song and the video actually show Black women engulfed in the physical, mental, and spiritual disciplinal practice known as Yoga. Because we exist. And no, it’s not a thing only White people do.
    Also… yoga isn’t MEANT to be sexual, but the point of it is to exercise your mind, your body, and your spirit, all of which can help create a better sex life for yourself. IDK about you, but some tricks done on the mat can be done in the bed with AMAZING results. And Janelle isn’t telling you to bend over and catch some eggplant. Her song promotes being centered, being in tune with yourself, and exercising you, to be the best you that you can be. IDK how that’s sexualizing.

  2. “She Preached Not To, But She’s Showing Skin & Being Sexual, Like Every Girl In The Industry!”
    Jane has never preached AGAINST showing skin or being sexual. Janelle has no problem with that, actually. What she had a problem with was the EXPECTANCY for women, especially in music, to do just that in order to make it ahead. She rebelled against that notion to indicate that she wouldn’t and couldn’t be controlled, and to illustrate that there are many means of sexiness. She’s made that point loud and clear for years, especially since we all have swooned hard for Jane in her tux’s, and is now allowing herself to show a little more skin because she wants to, and it can get pretty boring doing the same ol’ thing where people now have expectations.

    Also, if you think Janelle is getting sexual NOW, then you definitely have not paid attention to her music in the past, cuz…

  3. “Where’s The Message? This Song Is For The Clubs!”
    Oh, you damn skippy this song is for the clubs, and the beach shindigs, and the house parties that will erupt this coming summer. I can’t wait, especially since Janelle is now the CEO to her OWN record label, Wondaland Records, where she’ll have a huge say in the diverse music that’ll be coming from the Black artists on the label, which we’ll hear on their compilation album, “The Eephus.” Jane deserves to enjoy herself for making a huge dream of hers come true. This song is also a means of promotion, especially because it’s coming out as the weather transforms into heat. Also, debunk that stigma that club/party music has no message. We’re talking about Janelle Monáe here. Just because she made a song for the clubs, doesn’t mean there isn’t a message. 

    “Crown on my head, but the world on my shoulders / I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed to,”
    isn’t a message about wearing your crown with pride even with the stereotype Black women face as backbones to this country with no respect in return? 

    “Some call me peachy, and some call me vulgar / Even when I’m sleeping, I have one eye open,” isn’t a message about being conscious and aware of your surroundings, because at the end of the day, loving yourself as a Black woman in this country is the greatest rebellion, and will have people ready to tear you down even though they don’t KNOW you?

    And my fave, “You cannot police me, so get off my areolaaaaa…” ISN’T A MESSAGE ABOUT TELLING YOU TO BACK UP OFF ME JUST BECAUSE WHO I AM MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE? Isn’t a message about telling anyone who tries to put you in a box, who tries to tell you who you are isn’t who you should be, to kick rocks and hop off you?

    Get outta hurr.

  4. “She’s Dancing Like That For The Male Gaze!”
    So, check this out. Point me to the men that were in Janelle’s room as her and the many beautiful women of color danced and bended it while not breaking it. Because what I saw was Janelle dancing in the mirror and admiring herself, which is probably my favorite part. She could have easily sexualized the song and the video, doing Yoga poses in front of a man to turn him on, but she didn’t. She literally danced for HERSELF. Janelle knows how gorgeous she is, and she’s mentioned it. So the fact that she danced in the mirror for herself to see and admire is not for the male gaze, but for her own. It’s claiming her sexuality, which is something women are told they shouldn’t do, and if they do, are called names such as “Ho,” “Slut,” and the new & wretched, “THOT.” I saw a video where women danced amongst each other, enjoying their company, and practicing yoga while getting their life. I saw a sexy ass man talk about, “She’s put my collar on, like she’s my owner,” illustrating the women have the power and he’s willing to obey. And even in the end, when everyone’s together, man and woman, I don’t see the women dancing to catch the man’s attention, and I don’t see the men hounding the women. I see people enjoying themselves and each other.

  5. “Where’s The ArchAndroid Janelle? She’s Gonna Go Pop & Sell Out!”
    Bruh. She was levitating in the beginning and middle of the video. The ArchAndroid is still there. Relax.

I’m so happy to see Janelle expand. This video gave me freedom. This video gave me power. This video gave me beautiful Black women in many shades and many styles doing them. This video gave me sisterhood. This video gave me admiration and love of ONESELF. This video gave me Carefree Black Girl, which, as I mentioned, is the greatest rebellion this world will ever see.

You may believe Janelle is selling out because of ONE song and ONE video that illustrates that she has many palettes other than the one you’ve gotten quite comfortable with, but trust. This is just the beginning of something bigger. In order to be a true artist, you must bend your palette and never break your soul. Janelle is doing just that.

I’m so excited for her direction. I’m falling more in love with her as she grows.

G’on, King Jane. Shine that throne. Prepare for world domination.

TFA fic: in the place that’s made of old relations

Written for the cruel, cruel anon who left this in my inbox:

I’m having a lot of feels about Force ghost Anakin communicating to Rey while she’s left on Jakku (since she was 5??? Idk if that’s true???) and using the Tatooine religion you’ve talked a lot about to sort of help her and make her feel a little less alone (especially if she’s his granddaughter I feel like there would be some sort of familial obligation)

This will all be radically AU in two weeks, so enjoy it now I guess. I tried to write it so it would work whether Leia or Luke is her parent.

Warning for some frank discussion of menstruation (because can you just imagine how awful that would be, for a girl growing up alone - luckily her Granddad is from Tatooine, where they learn the facts of life young and have zero cultural taboos around talking about them).

in the place that’s made of old relations

The first time she met him, Rey thought the world was ending.

She’d been out in the desert, exploring. Looking for…something. Someone. She didn’t know what she was looking for, really. She only knew that she had been here, alone with only BB-8, for so long.

So she’d left Bebe in the shelter, in case someone came while she was gone. That was the smart thing to do. It would be terrible, if she missed her parents coming back. And she took a comlink, so Bebe could contact her if they did. She told him this very sternly, and she knew he’d understood, because he’d sounded very annoyed when he beeped at her.

And then she’d gone out into the desert.

The sky was clear and brittle blue when she left, stretching endlessly above and around her. Rey had imagined, as she walked, that if she stepped lightly enough, she could fly right up into it.

But the sky wasn’t blue anymore. Now there was no sky at all. It had been swallowed up, eaten by the raging sand of the desert that snarled and slashed at her as if it wanted to eat her now, too.

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drarryskies  asked:

Omg for those au's 14 wolfstar PLEASE

ofc i will but be warned idk where tihs is about to go

14. “You’re my cute barista and we lowkey flirt with each other and one day you put your number on my venti”au

  • Okay so first of all can we all agree Remus would be the hot cute barista
  • Since he’s been working there business has doubled and all his coworkers, including Lily, his bff and also boss, find it really funny and they pick on him ALLL the time
  • but they also GET it
  • like he’s beautiful from his hair that’s slightly bleached from the sun to his freckles that literally COVER him to his whiskey colored eyes to his hands like they just GET it okayy
  • But the thing is, the thing that makes this sooo hilarious, Remus SUCKS at his job
  • like he’s good with costumers and working the register but he can’t make coffee to save his life
  • he always laughs and says it’s because he’s a tea guy
  • but anyway yeah he is BAD at making coffee but that’s okay because Lily just has him working the register and taking people’s orders and it’s like this every day for every costumer Remus never makes anyone’s coffee ever
  • Well, except for the one exception 
  • and his name is Sirius Black
  • Sirius Black, with his leather jackets and big boots and white t-shirts and tattoos that cover his body and his HAiR Remus has never seen such perfect hair in his life
  • So yeah Sirius Black the on person Remus actually makes coffee for
  • Lily says he can recite the order by heart but Remus says that’s crazy no he cant straight black coffee with two shots of hazelnut and a shot of caramel 
  • If you asked Remus why he is the only one who is allowed to make Mr.Blacks coffee he would just stutter, blush and awkwardly slide away 
  • But if you ask Lily or James(Manager and Lily’s fiance) you’ll get the WHOle story
  • it was a cold Wednesday morning about mid December. Remus was behind the register and James and Lily were the only ones working with him that day. They were in the back doing something  honestly Remus really didn’t care nor did he want to know
  • it wasn’t a big deal anyways because literally no one was there and business had been slow all day so he was fine being the only one in the front
  • That is until HE walked in
  • the most beautiful, hottest, fittest man Remus has ever seen in his LIFE
  • and he just casually strolls up to the counter and introduces himself as Sirius and asks if James was there
  • Remus, blushing ofc, stutters out that “YEs he’s here but um ah him and Lily are a little busy if you know what i mean”
  • Sirius sighs, rolls his eyes and asks gently if its okay for him to stick around till James decides to come up for air
  • Remus can’t really say no you can’t because you’re extremely attractive and very distracting and all i can think of is getting my hands all over you right now so he says sure
  • And Sirius gives him this relieved look and starts taking off his jacket and if Remus thought this man couldn’t get any more mind numbingly hot he was wrong oh so very wrong
  • because once the jacket comes off all Remus can see is beautiful ink all over this mans arms
  • he honestly didn’t realize he was staring until Sirius gave a soft cough and Remus looked up to see a smirking face
  • And he blushes
  • ofc
  • But all Sirius can do is smirk and ask”So you know my name but i don’t know yours care to fix that”
  • “Oh um yeah I’m Remus” He says with a smile that shows off his dimples 
  • “Well okay Remus since it looks like i might be hear a while is it ok if i order a coffee?” Sirius asks sweetly saying his name like its the most precious word he’s ever learned
  • And then it hits Remus
  • he wants coffee
  • So Remus is kind of panicking but for some reason agrees
  • So he takes Sirius’s order and turns around to start making it all the while feeling eyes burning holes into the back of his neck
  • and he tries, poor thing he tries so hard
  • but he knows it’s no use and it even looks crappy
  • but he gives it to Sirius and tells him it’s on the house because no one should have to pay for this mess
  • And Sirius takes it from him with a bright smile and takes a sip
  • and he looks Remus right in the eye and tells him that its the best coffee he’s ever had 
  • Even though secretly it’s super gross and Sirius doesn’t even LIKE coffee, he’s more of a tea guy, but he just couldn’t help wanting to make this beautiful boy in front of him smile and he also wasn’t complaining about the view he got from behind Remus while he made it
  • So yeah Sirius sucks it up and downs it because he has never seen someone be so proud over a cup of coffee and he wants to keep that look on Remus’s face
  • Soon James comes out from the back red face and kind of sweaty but that doesn’t stop him from bounding over to Sirius and tackling him
  • “Sirius i didn’t know you were in town how long are you staying for?”
  • “Idk for as long as I want mate I guess” he said looking over James shoulder to wink at Remus “There’s some really great views here i might end up staying a while now that i think about it”
  • And ever since then Sirius comes in to get coffee every single day 
  • Until one day he’s had enough and finally goes to the coffee shop looks Remus right in the eye and say’s “I actually hate coffee very much but I really wanted to get into your pants so i asked you to make me some but then you looked so happy that i liked it i couldn’t help not coming back and i don’t know when it happened but somewhere along the way i kind of fell in love with you and so do you want to go get tea sometime or something?”
  • and Remus just looks him in the eye pulls his apron off. jumps over the counter and yells “Lily I’m taking a break idk when ill be back” and he takes Sirius’s hand and the run out of the shop and hops onto Sirius’s motorcycle
  • Even now after being together for years Remus will still sometimes make Sirius coffee if Sirius has had a bad day because it doesn’t matter if Sirius hates coffee or that Remus sucks at making it, because whenever Sirius smells burnt coffee beans or taste the bitterness of the drink he remembers the day when he met his world Remus Lupin

OHMYGOD i didn’t mean for this to be this long but what can you do haha<3

Single Dad!Woozi

I started this like a month ago in my phone memo when we were driving somewhere but I completely forgot about it up until now ;; Idk if I like it but I hope all of you guys do

Rain hammered against the windows of the dimly lit and rather empty convenience store, the harsh sound rivalled only by the ruthless wind. The black clouds in the night sky ominously loomed over the small shop, the dull bulbs within the building barely lighting the way for the small man inside, who trudged through the aisles tiredly with one hand in the pocket of his large dark grey hoodie and the other closed around a young child’s. Jihoon sighed lightly and shrugged the thick material further onto his body, rejoicing in the warmth it provided; a shield from the bitter cold that tested the barriers of the automatic doors. He looked down at the boy beside him, who was perhaps a quarter of his height despite only looking around five or six years old, and his rather grumpy facial expression became one of fondness as the child reached out for the shelf on his right, making incoherent moans and protests of some sort. Jihoon turned his attention to the shelf in question to find that they were in the sweets aisle, chocolate bars and colorful bags of candy teasing the small boy as he tried to break away from his father and grab something.

“If you stop whining, I’ll buy you a candy bar when we leave. Right now we just need a few things to restock the freezer.” the elder bargained, making the younger one beam up at him and stop struggling.

“Okay!” he cheered before huddling up to Jihoon, his happy mood fading almost as soon as it had appeared; “Daddy, it’s cold.” Jihoon sighed heavily.

“I told you to wear your coat, but you went against me.” He raised his eyebrows at the child, who pouted. Another sigh. “I can’t really do much about it, Jaehyun-ie. We’ll be leaving soon anyway.” Jaehyun nodded reluctantly and detached himself from his father, the bright energy returning as he hurried away down another aisle. Jihoon groaned and laughed lightly, quick to pursue the child in large strides, He followed him to find him head-first inside one of the small store freezers. Jihoon laughed again, louder this time, at the sight of the boy who mere moments ago had been complaining about the cold, with his legs hanging out from the entrance and the top balanced on his upper back as he tried to reach something.

“You needed these frozen meals, right?” Jaehyun asked as he withdrew himself and slowly wiggled back until his feet were back on the ground, batting his eyes and smiling with childish innocence at his father as he held up three frozen microwavable dinners - all of Jihoon’s favorites. Jihoon’s eyes disappeared, with the wideness of his smile as he reached out to pat his smaller counterpart on the head.

“Yeah, good job, buddy.” he said proudly, taking the boxes from the equally proud looking boy and gesturing towards the fruit section. “Whilst I get a basket to carry our stuff, why don’t you go get us some apples?”

“How many?”

“The same amount we usually get.” Jihoon responded, leaning closer to the boy and speaking in a hushed whisper as if this was some extremely important secret mission. “You know how many.” Jaehyun nodded with a determined smile before hurrying off yet again, Jihoon marvelling at the way he could move so fast on such small legs. Jihoon headed for the stack of plastic baskets at the door, placing the boxes of food inside the uppermost one when the doors slid open, taking him by surprise. He looked up from where he had leaned down to grab the basket and found his mouth dropping open slightly when he saw you, strolling in calmly despite being soaked from head to toe. Wearing only a band tee, blue jeans, and thick boots even in this weather, with your hair wet and sticking to the sides of your face and your skin glistening with droplets of rain, it was amazing to him how unfazed you seemed by it all. Needless to say, he was interested immediately.

You caught his warm brown eyes as you entered and smiled briefly before taking off towards the ice cream freezers by the nearest wall, your expression becoming one of concentration as you looked for a particular flavor. Jihoon stood straight, basket now over his arm, and found his eyes still fixated on you. You looked around his age and, even though you were drenched and he barely knew you, he was inexplicably attracted to you, and it was confusing him to no end.

“Pretty…” he murmured before he could stop himself, not realizing that Jaehyun had made his way back to his side with a clear bag of apples clenched in his small fist.

“Pretty? What? Who?” It didn’t take long for him to know who his father had suddenly become so struck by; it was nearing midnight and, besides the cashier who slept peacefully at the checkout, there was no one else in the store. Jihoon didn’t miss the mischievous glint that flashed in his son’s dark eyes, his own widening as he remembered that Jaehyun had a knack for spilling everything. He could not keep quiet. Lost in thought, Jihoon didn’t realise that the boy was now tugging on the hem of your shirt, fruit still in his other hand.

“Hi there!” you greeted the young child suddenly by your side cheerfully, crouching to around his height and giving him a little wave. You pointed at the bag and smiled widely.”What have you got there?”

“Fruit. By the way, my daddy thinks you’re pretty.” He replies rather bluntly, his childish innocence returning in his grin. You frowned, confused for a moment, before looking up to find a red-faced man who you could only assume to be the boy’s father standing before you both. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood back up - even in this light you could see the color in his face, his eyes flickering over yours as he ran a slightly shaky hand through his chocolate brown hair and smiled shyly at you.

“Aha, kids, right?” he asked in a mumble, scratching the back of his neck as Jaehyun lost interest and ambled away to look at the flower display nearby.

“Yeah, they can’t keep anything quiet, can they?” you grinned, moving a little closer. You had to admit he was incredibly cute, and his current shy state was endearing.

“I’m so sorry about that.” Jihoon grumbled, growing redder by the second and looking down at his feet, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

“I’m not offended by you calling me pretty or anything, you know.” you laughed, stepping closer and placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. “I’m Y/N, and if it makes any better, I think you’re extremely adorable.” you said, a smirk playing your lips. Jihoon’s face lit up and he looked at you in shock, chuckling softly and cocking his head.

“Really?” At your nod he seemed a lot more at ease, his bashful demeanor becoming more relaxed and chill. “I’m Jihoon, and that’s my son, Jaehyun.” The young boy waved wildly at you when he heard his name, making you giggle and wave back with just as much enthusiasm.

“He’s almost as cute as you are.” you murmured, Jihoon only able to smile and shake his head in response by this point. “So are you single?” You felt at ease with him despite only just having met him, and you felt an uplifting hope within you when he gave you a positive hum as a response. He turned back to steal a glance at his son, who was poking the heads of the delicate red roses and smelling his finger afterwards. “Ah, a single dad. That must be tough.”

“I do get busy sometimes, so I feel bad for the kid. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, you know?” Jihoon smiled tenderly at both you and the child, looking between you both and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe you’d like to go on a date sometime?” you suggested, knowing you sounded as hopeful as you felt.


“You’re sweet, he’s sweet, and you think I’m pretty.” you laughed yet again, Jihoon revelling in the soft sound, music to his ears. “I feel drawn to you, as cheesy as that sounds. So let me take you out sometime?” Jihoon didn’t reply, making it seem like he was deep in thought when in reality he knew what he wanted to say.

“You free next Friday?” he responded as nonchalantly as he could, trying not to show his burning excitement and stay calm. Then again, it had been ages since he had dated.

“It’s a date.” you smiled gently, pulling a tub of ice cream, the one you had been searching for, from the freezer. He pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, handing it to you on a new contact so you could give him your number. He searched your eyes with his as you took it, admiring you as you quickly put your number in and headed for the counter. You awoke the cashier and paid for your treat before going to the doors, about to leave.

“See you later, cutie.” you hummed, pecking Jihoon’s flushed cheek and winking at him before turning to head out into the now clear night. Before you could pass the doors you felt a hand envelop your wrist, pulling you back ever so gently. You turned to find Jihoon now sporting a thin white tee, his hoodie balled up in his hand which was extended to you.

“You’re all wet and it’s still cold out. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You raised an eyebrow at his explanation, gratefully accepting. Upon first meeting him you hadn’t expected him to be so considerate, yet here he was, handing you his clothing and holding his son close to his side in a protective manner. You smiled, sighing in relief and happiness at the warmth now provided. It was cozy and homely and smelt of him, making you feel at peace as you bid him one last goodbye and thanked him once more before leaving.

“Well, Jaehyun.” Jihoon began as he put his basket before the cashier, walking back to the flowers and taking up the red roses Jaehyun had been so fascinated by and looking down after not hearing a reply to see the child waiting for him to continue. “Looks like you’ll be staying at uncle Soonyoung’s house next Friday…”

Originally posted by camera-seventeen

-Admin Belle

Chapter 1

Dan had a feeling someone was following him home from school. Why didn’t he tell his parents? God, they could have—well, he’s not sure what they could have done, but maybe if he told someone he wouldn’t be tied up, blindfolded, and gagged in the back of a stranger’s car. He’s not even sure how the intruders got in. They made no sound at all and the only reason he woke up was because he felt something tugging at his hands to bring them together. Right as he was about to scream, the man put his fingers on Dan’s forehead making him feel dizzy and pass out almost immediately. They didn’t bother clothing him either—leaving him in his sleeping attire—only a pair of boxer-briefs. Now though, he was wide awake, terrified out of his mind wondering what his kidnappers wanted from him. Were they going to hold a ransom over him? Or prostitute him? Or would they kill him and sell his organs on the black market?

He let out a quiet whimper wanting to cry but knowing he shouldn’t. He can’t show weakness. He can’t let them know that he’s afraid of them otherwise they’ll have him right where they want him.

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tofubatman  asked:

are there any comics in particular that made you ship jaytim? i've only really seen them interact in new52 stuff so the impression i've got of them so far is probably pretty off

there ya go
i’m kidding of course;

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