i want you to have that hair back

anonymous asked:

I saw on YouTube where Jimin leaned and smelled Kookie's hair/head on Isac. Do you have any gif of that?

Here you go I made one for you HERE ^^

And here is a BONUS: 

Mr Jimin grabbing JK’s neck to pull him towards him

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

Really hard

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Mr Christian strocking Kookie’s face 

Originally posted by jicooked

Mr Chimchim jumping on the back of Jungshook

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Mr Mochi wanting to keep jeon only for himself

Originally posted by jiminiemini

And you will ask yourself “why is JM doing this?”, JK is not THAT innocent. He hit Jimin’s thighs …

Originally posted by btsgifdump

AND the Jibooty 

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

While acting all cute

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They even took “pictures” that  turn into videos when it is Jikook. They were like Tom & Jerry but in love kinda version.

Originally posted by pjminnies

I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for the ask ^^

I haven’t had the time for any personal works in a few weeks and it’s so exhausting. It totally drains my creativity. So last night I decided to stop for a moment, get back in my comfort zone and just draw whatever I feel like drawing.

Take this as a friendly reminder - every now and then, no matter how much work and how little time you have, step back for a moment. Take even 15 minutes to just draw whatever you want. These 15 minutes won’t make you miss your deadlines for the week, but will certainly help you recharge and get creative and motivated again. <3 

anonymous asked:

If you get the chance, I would love a calm, fluffy fic where lena's reading something -- maybe her work (w lots of science words), or a children's book that's well known but neither ever had read to them as a child (kara not growing up on earth and lena growing up in the family that she did), or a favourite novel idk -- to kara whose head is on her lap, while combing through her hair, and kara just melts at the sound of lena's voice and smiles softly as she thinks about how much she loves her ❤️

It’s been a long day.

A long day to cap off a long week, to cap off a long month, to cap off a long, long year.

It’s been a long day and Kara’s body is sprawled all across the couch – Lena loves how much space her girlfriend takes up, how she feels comfortable enough with her to just spread out like this – and her head is in Lena’s lap.

Her head is in Lena’s lap, and her eyes are closed, and her lips are smiling.

Smiling, because one of Lena’s hands is running through Kara’s loose hair, combing through it with her fingers, while her other is holding open a picture book.

A picture book that she didn’t get to read when she was a child – picture books and all things childish were beneath her, apparently – that Kara was too old to get into by the time she got to Earth.

Her voice is as soft as Kara’s hair and as smooth as Kara’s relaxed breath as she reads aloud to the woman she loves, to herself.

To the children still yearning to be cradled inside them both.

“I meant no harm. I most truly did not.

But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got.

I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.

I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads

Of the Thneeds I shipped out. I was shipping them forth

To the East! To the West! To the South! To the North!”

Lena pauses as Kara hums, and she chuckles deep in the back of her throat.

“What is it, love?” she lowers the book with a soft smile on her face.

“Nothing,” Kara murmurs, her eyes still closed.

“You’re a terrible liar, Supergirl,” Lena teases, and Kara cracks open one eye lazily, contentedly.

“I just love the sound of your voice, Lena. The way you read, you have the rhythm down perfectly, you… you’d… you know what, nothing. You want to keep reading?”

“I do, my love, but I also want to know what’s on your mind. What were you going to say?” She continues combing through Kara’s hair with tender fingers, still in awe – always in awe – that this woman, this magnificent, powerful woman, was laying in her lap with no defenses, no pretenses. Nothing but sleepy joy and happy safety.

Kara blushes deeply as she opens both eyes, and she locks hers into Lena’s with a sudden rush of heady seriousness.

“I was just thinking, with your voice… the way you read these books… the way you’re holding me… you’d make a really wonderful mother. If you wanted to be one, one day.”

“Kara,” Lena’s voice breaks, and Kara pales, sitting up, concern written all over her face.

“Lena, I’m sorry, I meant it as a compliment, I didn’t mean – “

“No, no, Kara, that’s… thank you. For saying that. I… I don’t know if I quite believe you – I don’t exactly have the best of models, as you well know – but I… thank you, Kara. Thank you.”

Kara sighs, relieved, and kisses Lena’s lips gently, tenderly, lovingly.

“I only speak the truth.”

“Except when you try to convince people you’re only a mild-mannered reporter,” Lena snorts softly, and Kara scoffs as she settles her head back down into Lena’s lap.

“Occupational hazard,” she defends herself, and Lena hums with amusement.

“Shall I continue?” she asks, and Kara turns her face to press a lingering kiss to Lena’s stomach.

“Please do,” she smiles, and Lena has always loved reading – always – but she’s never loved it quite as much as she does right now.

SO I WROTE THE ANGST (which u can find here if u want) AND. DIED A LITTLE BIT INSIDE. But,,, it’s his birthday,,, I can’t just write angst,,, so… *throws fluff in your face*

“Morning, beautiful,”

Tony squinted, rolling a little further into the warm embrace that he knew was Steve’s arms and groaning softly. “No. Too early. Call back in an hour.”

Steve laughed, lips brushing softly over Tony’s hair. “It’s 11. I’ve been lying in for 3 hours, now.”

Tony smiled, kissing Steve’s chest as he did so. “Have you just been lying there watching me this whole time? Pervert,”

“Guilty,” was all Steve said, before rolling himself on top of Tony, elbows resting against the bed to stop his weight from crushing into Tony’s arc reactor. He leaned down a little, kissing Tony’s nose. “Happy birthday, darling,”

Tony paused, brow furrowing for a moment before it dawned on him. “You remembered my birthday?”

Steve shot him a look, part frown, part fond exasperation as he kissed Tony again. “We go through this every year, babe. Yes, I remembered your birthday. I’m slightly offended that you thought I wouldn’t, to be honest.”

Tony shrugged, pouting a little as he arched up into Steve’s touch, hands wrapping around his neck and mouth finding Steve’s. “Does this mean,” he whispered in between kisses, “crazy morning s-”

“Nope,” Steve interrupted, pushing Tony’s hips back on to the bed before rolling off him, grinning cheekily, because he was a motherfucking tease, “There’s food cooking- and the team said they’re waiting for us downstairs.”

Tony groaned, sprawling out on the sheets ad smushing his face further into the pillows. “But it’s my birthday-”

“And the team are going to come barging up here with pitchforks unless we hurry up,” Steve interrupted, throwing on a shirt and smiling as he crossed the room and jumped back on the bed, crawling over to Tony and covering his face with kisses, despite the man’s giggling protests.

“Steve, stop it, I thought we needed to h-h-hurry!” Tony wheezed, as Steve dug into his ribs and tickled, mouth moving across Tony’s face and strategically, covering every area he could find.

Steve paused, nipping Tony’s ear lightly before sitting up and sitting on his knees, still beaming. “Correct. Let’s go, Stark, get a move on, we don’t have all day- you’ve already spent half of it asleep.”

Tony groaned again, but allowed Steve to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him up. He took the opportunity to slide his arms around Steve’s shoulders again, mouth on the other man’s neck. “Are you very sure we can’t just-”

“I’m not going to let you tempt me, Tony,” Steve said, biting his lip and unwrapping Tony from his neck. It looked like he was having a tough time believing his own words, but he kept firm, yanking them both up into standing and then maneuvering Tony until he was facing the direction of his wardrobe. “We will definitely be coming back to that later, though.”

“I’m counting on it,” Tony said, pulling out some comfy clothes from the bottom of his wardrobe and throwing them on. “By the way you’re talking, I’m guessing you’ve got plans for me.”

Steve nodded, watching Tony dress. “Yep.”

“Care to give me a hint?”


“As long as it doesn’t involve excessive amounts of peril, I’m good. Medium amounts of peril are fine, though. Also no nudity on Clint’s part.”

Steve paused, but altogether he didn’t seem that shocked by Tony’s wishes, which said something about their lives, really. “I told Clint explicitly that no clothes were to be removed, don’t worry. As for the peril, I’m pretty sure there will be none. Although, you know, I can’t exactly promise that.”

Tony just shrugged, walking over to where Steve was sat on the bed and slotting himself between his knees. “Eh, that was pushing it anyway.”

Steve laughed, taking Tony’s hands and kissing the palms, before wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist and pulling him in, pressing his face to Tony’s stomach. “Happy birthday,” he said again.

Tony stroked his fingers through Steve’s hair, shutting his eyes and letting the sound of Steve’s breathing take over. 

Well. For about three seconds, anyway. After that, their moment of peace was rudely interrupted by four other people as they kicked the door open and piled in.

Tony sighed as he was rounded on and pulled away from Steve, who was just sitting there with a fond smile and a twinkle in his eye. The team had a very thorough hold on him, so there wasn’t much point in trying to fight them off. He just let them haul him up and carry him down the stairs, while Steve laughed and trailed along behind him.

“Which one of you creeps is feeling my ass?” He yelled.

“Apologies, Tony, there is no other space to hold,” Thor said, giving him a look that meant there were plenty of other spaces to hold, he was just a little shit.

Once they’d kidnapped him, it didn’t take long for all of them to end up in the communal kitchen, dropping Tony gently on the table and then pressing a mug of coffee immediately into his hands.

“Thanks Brucie,” he said, because it was only Bruce who knew how to make coffee just right- everyone else had yet to learn the art.

“Right! When do we get to do presents?” Clint asked the room, clapping his hands and then slow-motion punching Tony in the face, because he was a five-year-old.

“No time like the present,” Natasha shrugged, and then paused, eyes widening a little. “That… that was not a pun. If any of you mention that ever again I’ll break your fingers.”

Tony laughed, and Natasha saw, but she just rolled her eyes and smiled a little, squeezing his arm. “We had a long think about what to get you this year- it was kinda difficult, as always, to buy anything for you, considering the fact you are a billionaire and can therefore buy anything you so desire.”

“So we were like- what do you do for a guy who has everything?” Clint cut in theatrically, before whipping an envelope out of his pocket and grinning. “Why, you do him favors, of course.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, as he took the envelope from Clint’s hands. “This better not implode upon opening-”

“I can vouch for Clint, don’t worry,” Steve said, leaning on the counter opposite Tony and smiling. “No explosions.”

Tony nodded, and ripped open the envelope. Inside, there were three strips of paper, with hand-written sentences in the middle of them. He furrowed his brow curiously as he removed them, reading them quickly.

5 free passes to the TV, even when I’m watching it, because it seems 80% of all our fights stem from arguments over who wants what.

1 team-up against Natasha. Only one. She’s scary and will kill us both if we do it any more than that.

5 ‘leave me the fuck alone’ opportunities. You invoke this slip and say those words, and I’m gone, no questions asked.

Tony looked up, confused. “What the hell does this mean?”

“It means,” Clint rolled his eyes and hopped on the table next to Tony, “that these are favors you can ask- no arguments allowed- of me, contractually signed and agreed upon. Only for the amount of times it says on the slip, though, I’m not that easy.”

Tony stared at them for another few seconds, before a smile broke out on his face, and he looked at Clint, eyes sparkling. “Thank you. I’m going to savor the fuck out of these for years, you know. Save them for special occasions. Or maybe I’ll do them all at once, and make you my slave for the day.”

Clint frowned, but Tony pulled him into a hug and then let go, turning to Natasha as she held out an envelope of her own. “Wait- you’ve all done this?”

“Yes. Decided to switch things up for a change, you know?” She explained, shoving her present into his hands and then turning away to grab some food. Tony knew she didn’t like her kindness being acknowledged, but when Tony read her slips, he jumped off the table and pulled her into a tight hug anyway, which she luckily returned.

One by one, he received all the favors off each teammate- from ‘will let you ride on the Great Stallion of Asgard through the meadows of Gold’ from Thor to ‘I’ll get you coffee whenever you ask for a whole month’ from Bruce.

It was perfect and thoughtful and by the time he got around to Steve’s envelope, he was already feeling pretty emotional.

Smiling, he opened the letter and pulled out its contents. There were three slips, the same as everyone else, and Steve had bordered them with little cartoon drawings of the whole team. It looked adorable,,and Tony grinned up at Steve, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss before he continued.

The whole team were positively beaming, and everyone seemed to have forgotten how to stand still- even Steve was fiddling with his hands as Tony read through the first note.

I’ll grow a beard on three different occasions for a month- I know how much you want to see it on me.

Tony laughed, imagining clean-cut, lovely Steve with a scruffy lumberjack beard. “Yeah, I’m using the first one right now. No shaving for a month, baby.”

Steve laughed nervously as Tony continued.

You can order to me get to bed if I’m in a shitty mood and still working at the gym. 10 times, non-negotiable on my side.

Tony smiled softly, nodding his head. “That sure will come in useful. Thank you, Steve.”

At this point, the entire room was pretty much vibrating on the spot, and Tony was a little nervous as to what the last one was going to be. He looked at Steve curiously, eyebrow raised, and Steve just nodded at the last slip, biting his lip.

Curious and a little excited, Tony read through the last line.

This one isn’t so much doing a favor for you as it is me, but- you’d make the happiest man in the galaxy if you would let me have the honor of spending the rest of my life with you, as your husband. If you’ll have me. Unlimited offer.

Tony stared at the words for a long time. When he looked up, Steve was on one knee, and there was a ring held between his fingers.

He raised an eyebrow, scarlet in the face. His hand was shaking a little, but there was the same determined look in his eyes that he kept for battles.

Like Tony agreeing was ever going to be a battle.

“Oh my god. Yes. Holy shit, yes, Steve.”

The room erupted in yells and cheers, and Steve’s eyes widened in shock as Tony jumped off the table and slid down until he was able to throw himself at Steve, burying his face in the other mans shoulder and gripping the fabric of his shirt so tight his knuckles were white. “Yes, yes, yes, holy shit, I love you Steve, yes-”

Steve kissed him, cutting off the ramble, but they had to stop when both of them began laughing uncontrollably. Steve looked down at Tony, wiping the tear tracks off his cheeks with his thumbs before leaning down and kissing him again. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And I’m going to be the best husband you could ever hope for, Tony Stark. I promise.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment it seemed Thor lost patience and tackled them both to the floor, hugging them tight enough to bruise. Not that Tony gave a damn, mind.

He was marrying Steve. 

“Group hug!” The God yelled, and Steve was laughing, tears still in his eyes as he rolled Tony into his arms and leaned over him, making sure he wasn’t crushed as four other superheroes launched themselves on top of them, whooping and yelling and (In Clint’s case, anyway) removing their shirts to swing them like lassos.

Tony felt like he was dreaming. Like he was floating on a level of euphoria that anyone else had yet to reach.

He was marrying Steve.

“Clint, what did we say about keeping our clothes on?” Someone groaned, and Tony could feel the vibrations of Steve laughing on top of him, his face crinkled and smiling from ear to ear.

He was marrying Steve.

“Happy fucking birthday,” He said to himself, stealing a kiss before the whole pile rolled and fell down the set of stairs that lead to the living room.

Sweater: A Young Sirius Black x Reader Imagine

Requested: Yes

In this imagine the reader has had a longtime crush on one of their best friends, Sirius Black. Sadly Black already has another girlfriend who doesn’t take too kindly to the friendship. Priorities are challenged, relationships forever altered, and sweaters brought into question in this fluffy yet heartbreaking glimpse at what might have been.

Warnings: Extremely minor cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name

~~~ - used to show the passage of time

Word count: 1,637


“Siri stop!” I shout between fits of laughter. The arms wrapped around me won’t let me go and his chest is flat to my back. “James help!”

“Sorry, you got yourself into this one Y/L/N.” He smirks. Potter knows how I feel about Sirius and likely is holding back as a favor to me.

The grip around me tightens and I can barely breathe, but I can’t complain. Most girls at this school would kill to be in my position right now. After all, who could resist the dark haired self-proclaimed bad boy behind me.

“Do you give up?” Black chuckles, the vibrations upsetting butterflies in my chest.

Keep reading

Happy Birthday, Mr. Stark

Tony walked into his bedroom, ready to kick off his shoes and collapse into bed, but stopped short when his heart attempted to beat its way out of his chest.

The source of his distress was lying on his bed, buck naked apart from a strategically placed shield covering his modesty. “Happy birthday, Mr. Stark,” Steve said with a salacious smile.

Tony let out an undignified wheezing sound and groped around for something to hold himself up on. He eventually found the back of a chair, and grasped it firmly, eyes running over Steve from the delicate tips of his toes to the soft fluffy bangs of his hair.

“Steve… whu… err… what… are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.

“Well, see, I was talking with the team,” Steve said smoothly. “We were discussing what to get you for your birthday.”

“You don’t have to get me anything-” he said, feeling himself flushing, eyes drawn to the elegant curve of Steve’s calves.

“I know we don’t have to, but we wanted to. I wanted to. But I couldn’t think of anything to buy you that you don’t already have. What do you get the man who has everything?”

Tony nodded along dumbly, trying not to stare at Steve’s thick, juicy thighs.

“So Bruce said that I get you something personal and from the heart, and then Clint suggested that I should show up on your bed naked. It… it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Clint suggested?” Tony felt a little woozy but made a mental note to give Clint a raise.

“Oh God. I misjudged this, didn’t I? I thought you and I, we had, umm, an understanding, but I think I made a mistake. I’m terribly sorry, Tony, I’ll just leave and then we can never speak of this again-”

“NO,” yelped Tony frantically. “I mean. It’s fine. You’re here now. Do you want to stay? If you’d like to stay, that would be, umm, absolutely okay with me.”

“Yeah?” Steve ducked his head bashfully and Tony admired the graceful arc of his neck.


Steve relaxed a little, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Sam mentioned to me that. Uhh. You might sort of… like me?”

Sam, that dirty rotten traitor! That was the last time Tony was going to share anything personal with him.

“And the rest of the team, well, they sort of agreed.”

“You discussed my attraction to you with the entire team?” Tony couldn’t even say he was surprised at this point. He thought he’d been subtle about his embarrassingly intense crush, but apparently not. This is what you get for inviting a bunch of superspies and highly trained agents to live in your house.

“In fact, they sort of discussed it with me. Natasha’s exact words were ‘If you don’t make a move soon, Steve, then I’m going to do it for you.’ and I thought I better, umm, spare us that? I didn’t think it would be much fun to have a date forced on us by the scariest woman Russia ever produced.”

“Yep, good call with that one.” Tony shuddered. “And they’re not wrong. I do like you Steve, and I have for a while.” Tony forced the words out while looking at the ceiling, trying not to get distracted by all that skin, but when he glanced down he saw that Steve was beaming at him.

“So, uh, what do we do now?” Tony asked, tugging at his collar. Was it just him, or was it hot in here? He gazed at the strong muscle of Steve’s shoulder and let his eyes slide down to the smooth expanse of his chest, his firm abs, a sparse trail of blonde hair leading down to-

“You come over here and enjoy your present,” Steve said, shifting slightly so the shield moved until it only barely covered him.

Tony’s eyes went wide and he took a deep, steadying breath before running over and pouncing on Steve, tossing the shield to the floor with a clank. “Best. Birthday. Ever,” he said, smiling hopelessly as Steve pulled him in for a kiss.

Inspired by this post right here. Happy birthday, Tony! <3



I couldn’t help myself. So here, have a fic about the great story, Tell It to the Marines by @tsume-yuki cause I ship it now.

Sabo will be the first one to admit he was a little, only a little, obsessed with getting Ace and Riskua together. It just bothered him so much that they never noticed how perfect they were for each other.

It was just so right.

Ever since childhood, the blond thought they were meant to be, like those romantic stories Ris used to tell them before bed, and yet no one else tried to make the happy ever after come true.

So the duty fell on his shoulder’s.

He tried to push them in that direction, making small comments here or there, actively asking about their types, roping in others on his quest but the two idiots just wouldn’t see.

Love is blind, as the saying goes.

Sabo wouldn’t give up of course. He made plans, daydreamed scenarios and hell even wrote some short stories about how it would all go down.

Every little progress they made, Sabo took as a personal victory and he gushed to anyone that would listen about it for hours on end.

He didn’t think it was weird to want those two in a working relationship this much until Koala pointed it out. “It sounds to me like you have a crush.”

The blond revolutionary gave her an unimpressed look. “I don’t do crushes.”

The girl laughed shaking her brown hair back and forth with a teasing grin. “No you don’t do commitment. Crushes though? Sabo, I know you had a crush on Riskua long before I even met her. Hearing you talk about Ace? It’s all I need to know you do crushes and hard ones.  Imagine them wanting to kiss you.”

The blond raised a delicate eyebrow, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart in his chest. Why was it doing that? “I already kissed Ris. It wasn’t a big deal”

“What about Ace?” Koala pressed “Have you ever tried kissing Ace?”

No. He hasn’t. But once when he was first debating his sexuality back on Dawn Island he noticed how soft looking Ace’s lips were. “Don’t be weird Koala. Like I would ever kiss him. He’s my brother.”

That’s what he said but laying next to them on Moby Dick had Sabo reconsidering.

It must be about three in the morning and he can’t sleep. His mind is too busy thinking about Ace and Riskua, and what he may feel for them.

He blames Koala for it. He wouldn’t have every even thought about this if it wasn’t for her stupid conversation about crushes.

The fact that almost all the Whitebeards referred to him as “Ace’s blond lover” didn’t help either, even if they only did it to mess with Ace. Hell Sabo encourages it since he finds it just as hilarious as the others do.

It’s not like it’s true. It’s just a running gag.


Riskua shifts a little in her sleep and Sabo watches as Ace curls around her a little more. The pair’s eyes shift in their sleep, dreaming of who knows what, and the blond can’t tear his eyes away from them.

That is until they sleepily mumble at the same time “Sabo…”

His breath hitches.

But would it be so bad if it was true?

I just realized something about Steven Universe: Wanted

Because Steven is able to go into Lion’s mane and now Lar’s hair as like portals, The Crystal Gems for the 1st time, NOW HAVE A WAY TO GO IN AND OUT OF HOMEWORLD! 

Do you even understand how huge this is? Steven can go back to Homeworld whenever he wants! He can take any of the Crystal gems to Homeworld for whatever reason, he can go back and visit Lars if he wants, he can take Sadie there to see Lars. He could take the Crystal Gems to Homeworld which they haven’t seen in thousands of years! 

Now, this is the part where my excitement wavers and I start to analyze this revelation more realistically.

So here’s the question, do I think Steven will go to Homeworld just for the sake of going there? Probably not. Steven’s wanted on Homeworld now that he’s been outed as Rose Quartz. And I doubt that the Crystal Gems would be able to wander around Homeworld without looking suspicious. Garnet, being a fusion would cause tension, Amethyst being small may be seen as defective and Pearl herself being quoted as a “defective Pearl” by Peridot, a former Homeworld gem who if she can view Pearl as defective, likely the other gems would see her as one two.

So basically, The Crystal Gems would stick out like a sore thumb. But that doesn’t mean they can’t go underground. There could be a plot where the Crystal Gems are introduced to the Off-Color gems and the newly changed Lars, maybe they would join together to make a much larger Crystal Gem group, who knows? But likely, even though this revelation is huge, I’d think that Steven probably won’t go back to Homeworld unless the plot demands it. 

anonymous asked:

"Dunno. Forever maybe. Mama always said it was a weak heart made for breaking." Nico frowns for a moment before smiling. "Can I hug you?" Will nodded, pulling Nico closer. Nico laid his head on Will's chest as he filled out the form. "That's not my birth year." "They wouldn't understand if I put your real one. They think you're sixteen. Not eighty-five." Nico pouts. "Happy birthday to me." Will ruffles his hair. "I want to kiss you, Will Solace." He presses his lips gently against Will's, hungry

Will pulled back when Nico tried to bite at his lip. “Woah, slow down there, Nico, we’re in a hospital, and you’re drugged.” Nico pulled away with a pout before settling back down with his head on Will’s chest. “I just wanna have some fun.” Will frowned. How heavy were the medications they put Nico on for him to be so bold? “Not while you’re medicated. And in the hospital. You wouldn’t want that if you weren’t so tired.” Nico huffed, poking Will’s stomach. “Now tell me more about your heart. You’ve always had the problem?” Nico shrugged, tracing patterns on Will’s stomach with his finger. “They need you to be honest so they can treat you correctly, Nico. So, just, tell me everything.” Will hoped that he could even remember.

A New Life - Chapter 4 - Mark  (Got7 Mafia Au) (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Exclaimers: This story will contain violence, blood, profanity, severed limbs, maybe sex, and a lot of other things that may trigger some people. If you know that these normally have a negative effect on you, please don’t read this story. I want you to feel happy and comfortable. Also, gifs belong to their respective owners none of them are mine.

You crane your neck back looking up at the amazing man above you, Mark. He was always there for you when you were kids, even now he still makes sure you dry your hair. You smile “Is it okay if I choose you?”

His smile is so captivating “If I said you weren’t allowed to choose me would that stop you?” You shake your head causing him to chuckle “You little troublemaker.”

Jaebum claps “Then it’s been decided. Mark, you’ll be in charge of Y/N’s safety from today onward. You won’t leave her side unless I have a job for you, understood?”

Mark’s expression transforms in a matter of seconds from playful to serious as he nods “Understood.”

Jaebum stands “Then we’ll see you next time.” Everyone gets up after him and waves goodbye as they filter out of your apartment.

You wave back even though you’re confused “That’s it?”

Mark closes the door behind them before slipping his suit jacket off and hanging it by the door “Yeah that’s it, what did you expect?”

You shrug “I don’t know like a blood oath or something.”

Mark’s eyes widen and he sits on the floor in front of you. He says in amusement “A blood oath?!”

“Yeah like in the movies when they cut their hands and then shake on it” you show him your hand.

Mark leans against the couch looking into your eyes with a smirk. He holds your hand in his “Did you ever see your father do that?”

You look down at your hands in embarrassment “No… but I always wondered if any other mafia families did it…”

Mark places a hand on your cheek softly stroking it “Only the fake one’s do that.”

Is… is Mark inching closer to you? No. No c’mon. No! He wouldn’t do that, why would he?… He is definitely getting closer to you. You look into his eyes and then down at his lips that are centimeters away from your own. “Mark?” you ask.

He narrows his eyes moving his hand from your cheek to your chin “Shhh I’m giving you what you want.”

What you want?! Your eyes widen before you push Mark off of you quickly getting onto your feet “What I want? What’s that supposed to mean?! What were you planning on doing to me you little fuck?!”

Mark was lying on the floor with wide eyes before slowly sitting back up “Didn’t you… choose me to have sex with me?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Excuse me! Who the fuck do you take me for?! I chose you because you’re my best friend! At least you were! An-and I trusted you more than anyone so I thought you still might be the same guy but…”

Mark’s wide eyes were brimming with tears “You…” He tightly shut his eyes letting a tear roll down his cheek but he wouldn’t open them again. His voice came out small and weak “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I-I don’t know what came over me. I thought you’d be like all of the other women I’ve ever met.”

“What do you mean?”

His eyes open just the slightest bit but his gaze remains on the floor “They only want me for my body not for ME… but you’re not like them at all, I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known! …Can you please forgive me Y/N?” He looks up at you with eyes drowning in sorrow.

Choose one.

  1. Forgive him.
  2. Don’t forgive him.

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Victor all but stumbled into their hotel room, laughing and waving enthusiastically to someone in the hallway. He spun on his heels, face alight and quite literally sparkling under the dim lights. “Yuuuuuri!” he boldly declared a split second before shushing himself with a chuckle, in the realization that his voice was a decibel above intended.

Said Yuuuuuri glanced up from bed, adjusting his glasses and setting down his phone, game on it paused. He squeaked, managing to snatch his phone out of the way as Victor collapsed onto the bed, draping himself across his fiancé.

“I can see you had fun,” Yuuri commented with a laugh, swiping a finger across one of Victor’s alcohol-flushed cheeks. It came back glimmering.

Victor mumbled something in Russian as he nuzzled into the back of Yuuri’s neck, littering it with slightly sloppy kisses. “You should have come with us, my love, it’d be waaaay more fun.”

“Would I come back covered in glitter too?” Yuuri asked, glancing down at the white bedsheets, which were now dusted with the sparkles coming off Victor’s skin.

“Chris’s idea!” Victor announced. “He covered me in gold, look!” Sitting up, Victor fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, only managing to get a couple undone before a low whine at his own slow speed signaled to Yuuri that he wanted help.

Still laughing at the sight of his normally very put together fiancé, Yuuri admired the messy silver hair also dusted in tiny gold flecks and the unkempt state of his shirt with the button alignment off—meaning it had already come off at one point during the night. Clubbing with Victor, Chris, and one of the wilder ice dance pairs the night before a ten-hour flight had seemed like a bad idea to Yuuri, and he hardly regretted turning down the invitation. All the more knowing that he would have come back to the room drunk and bathed in glitter.

“Mmmm, Yuuri, hurry up,” Victor complained, teeth finding the lobe of Yuuri’s ear, breath hot and moist against it as he nipped.

Yuuri was finding it hard to hurry up when Victor’s tongue was skating patterns along the shell of his ear. “S-stop that,” he scolded, getting the last button undone with steely determination.

The shirt hit the floor immediately, followed by a cascade of golden glitter that would surely justify a significant tip of apology to the maid. “Someone said I looked like Oscar!” Victor said, gesturing to his chest, which was indeed covered with thick ribbons of glitter. Each shift of his muscles caused an explosion of light to sparkle off his skin. “…Who’s Oscar?”

“Who’s Oscar, I don’t kno–” Yuuri paused in his mental search and started to laugh. “Oh, I think they meant an Oscar! The Academy Award? For movies? Like Best Picture?”

“You bet I’m the fucking best picture,” Victor bragged and then slid back onto the bed, drawing Yuuri’s hands to his chest. “Hey, Yuuri, hey. Do you wanna kiss gold?”

Chuckling, Yuuri nodded and pressed a chaste kiss to Victor’s lips, only to be tackled onto the mattress, caught in one much deeper.

“Oh my god, Victor, you’re getting glitter everywhere,” Yuuri protested, gold now dusting his own skin, spreading as Victor greedily sucked at his throat and pushed up the fabric of Yuuri’s shirt at the same time, hands transferring glitter along the expanse of Yuuri’s abdomen.

“I wanna make you gold and kiss you all over.” Victor palmed between Yuuri’s legs, tearing a gasp from him.

“Okay, okay, I think we need to get you cleaned up.” Best to logic quickly, before he lost the ability to. Yuuri tugged Victor off the bed and into the bathroom, still shedding glitter.

“You can clean me like a cat,” Victor purred against Yuuri’s ear, leaving more hot kiss marks across his jaw, “with your tongue.”

Groaning, Yuuri moved them closer to the shower, hands slipping as he switched on the water. Making certain the temperature was fine was suddenly an impossible task, when Victor was grinding very intentionally against him, hot and hard.

Turning back, Yuuri fumbled with Victor’s belt, unsure for what purpose he wanted to get his fiancé in the shower anymore. After pushing down Victor’s pants and tight black undergarments, Yuuri froze.

Froze, then began to laugh. He bit his lower lip to try to contain it, but it burst forth the second that Victor shifted forward and the bathroom lights reflected off the glitter.

“V-victor, ohmygod, how did you–” Hand up to cover his mouth, Yuuri couldn’t even bring his eyes up to Victor’s face. “How did you get-… you have… ohmygod.” It was hard to breathe.

“I thought you might like to kiss gold.”

If Yuuri laughed any harder, he might have fallen to the floor. “You-… you have glitter all over your dick.”

Absolutely, positively, completely covered in gold glitter.

“D-did you-…” Yuuri couldn’t even get his questions past his gasps for breath, laughing as he tipped up and kissed Victor’s lips. “You thought I’d wanna-… oh god, Vitya, you’re ridiculous.”

“Is that a no?”

“Get in the shower. I don’t know how much you’d enjoy me kissing gold, but maybe I can suck it for you.”

Mutually Assured Dating

‘You were singing really loudly in the shower when I broke into your apartment but then i heard you slip and crash and oh god i should probably check on you in case i get done for murder instead of just robbery’ AU

It took all of fourteen seconds for Derek to realize he was in the wrong apartment.

First, he noticed the very large and scuffed up sneakers and boots ditched haphazardly kind of near the door but half into the living room. Cora was meticulous about her shoes and kept them neatly arranged in a shoe rack right next to the door. The only time they touched the floor was when her feet were in them.

Second, the stuff. There was so much stuff everywhere; clothes thrown over the back of the couch, dishes across the coffee table and all over the kitchen counters, books on every surface, a gaming console dragging wires across the floor and surrounded by games, in cases and out of them. Cora was an unintentional minimalist, in that she threw out anything she didn’t need and lacked a single sentimental bone in her body. Derek and Laura regularly made trips to wherever she lived to save family keepsakes and memories from her ruthless cleaning sprees.

Then he noticed the manly warble coming from somewhere deeper in the apartment, and Cora’s favorite topic of rant floated lazily to the forefront of his mind.

—but my neighbor, oh my god this guy! I’m going to kill him if I ever see him in the hall! His bathroom shares a wall with my bedroom and he sings in the shower, every shower, at all hours. Literally all hours, like 4am, and he only sings Christmas carols at 4am. I’ve have Jingle Bells stuck in my head for a week! 

Shoes, stuff, singing.

This was not Cora’s apartment.

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hello, people! summer break just started for me and i’m so excited for what’s to come! i figured that making a masterpost would make it official and also would give everyone some ideas how to spend it fruitfully!! let’s begin fellas :’)

- the day school ends -

  • aka the day when you realize that you have days and days ahead of you and don’t know where to start
  • deep clean your room – this will give you he feeling that summer has actually begun and plus you now have a clean room haha
  • make a new playlist (a big one, okay?) – these are super fun to make and also summer does deserve some new funky and sporty songs in its bag
  • relax – go pamper yourself; get that double scoop ice-cream, go to spa, maybe get your nails and hair done. you have survived till summer break and you deserve this!
  • try to sort out your tasks and assignments into your planner – I know this can be tough, especially at the start when holidays have just begun; but try to at least plan out for the next week or two. maybe you want to work on that essay or write out those notes – planning will def help you to feel organized and get back your life in place.

- the following weeks -

  • gET THAT SHIT DONE NOW!!! SERIOUSLY DO IT!! DON’T PUT IT OFF TILL THE LAST WEEK!!! DO IT FAM, DO IT!!! (im low-key saving your butts with this tip, please listen to me) – write out those essays till they are perfect, solve that problem set till its ingrained in your brain, do your readings and write those notes. do it!!
  • combine that shit with fun stuff (see below) don’t burn yourself out please. and most importantly do not stress!!!11!!!!!
  • connect with people. call that friend you forgot about and that aunt who has been asking you over for dinner for ages. summer gives you the time to rekindle your relationships and seriously though, connecting with people will make your life much happier.
  • get a new hobby!! do you draw? paint? write? whatever you do – start doing it. use that time which you spend on the internet in exploring your passions and finding your interests.
  • seriously though, do that work first.

- some (fun) stuff to do in summer -

  • clean your closet (do it mate)
  • compliment people more
  • smile at strangers often
  • vlog your days. maybe start a YouTube channel for this?
  • revamp your blog
  • learn coding and revamp that shitty theme of yours (this applies for me, chill)
  • keep a gratitude journal
  • go a week without any social media (this will be hard, but try it!!)
  • go hiking or cycling with a friend
  • read 7-8 books or as many books as you please
  • have a do nothing day - treat yourself love!
  • learn a new kind of dance - this is really fun, i promise
  • go a whole day with any technology
  • do a 30 day challenge!!
  • seek out an interesting article to read everyday
  • go camping in the hills
  • have a bonfire!! roast marshmallows (or burn old notes lmao)
  • learn to knit/sew
  • save up!! (…they blow it all in a single day? lmao don’t though)
  • star gazing on a clear night!!
  • talk till dawn about random shit with a random person
  • a no makeup day – let your skin breathe
  • go on a family trip!
  • visit a sanctuary or a zoo with a younger sibling or smol kids
  • there are endless possibilities!! these are just some to get you started!!

- the last few days -

  • yo remember you still have winter break to come this year!! don’t be sad, fam!!
  • have a dance party in your room with your favourite music on (bc you only live once)
  • check and recheck if you got all that work done (if you didn’t, rip you haha)
  • check your school’s site for new updates and stuff (I bet you don’t do this though)
  • annnnd then enjoy your last day!! trust me - you’re going to have an amazing term ahead of this!!

Hope this helps! + you can always send me requests for masterposts since my ask box is always open! (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

Love, Taylor xo

All It Takes (three)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Be happy Bucky is here to handle everything.

Word Count: 4116 | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. oral (f receiving), face riding, dirty talking, two nsfw gifs, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: I am just going to leave this for y’all thirsty hoes. But I’m baffled by the feedback I got on the first tow part, so just wanna say THANK YOU!

also sorry for any typos

Masterlist here

All It Takes Part One Part Two 

(*gifs are not mine!)

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anonymous asked:

What if you're having sex with a woman and you pull on her hair but the whole wig comes off? Wyd?

Depends on the quality of the wig! If it’s some expensive shit imma put it back on I mean she kept it on for a reason. She wanted me to see her at her best while stroking her,I’m not gon take that way from her. But if it’s some cheap shit,it’s getting tossed and I’m heading back in the pussy,wit my palm on her baldy. Gripping allllll head my boy


Blond Skywalker genes, the secret’s out thanks to the little Matt the Radar Technician incident…

spitfirechick  asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts right now? If not, super sorry to bother you! But if you are, do you think you could write some fluffy nurseydex? I've been having a bad day and could use a pick me up. Thanks either way!

Hi! Could you maybe write a nurseydex comfort?? I’m a bit down rn, people keep bashing my hockey team just because we won

“I almost cried in front of three different advisors today,” Dex huffs, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Oh - um,” Nursey chokes out. He’s a little caught off guard - he certainly wasn’t expecting that response when he asked Dex how his day went.

“I didn’t actually cry,” Dex shrugs, as if that makes it better, “Thought about it, though.”

Nursey doesn’t know if he’s supposed to press for more information or let Dex be. They’ve been dating for a month, he’s still trying to feel their relationship out. He waits a beat, and when Dex doesn’t elaborate at all he can’t help himself from asking, “Why?”

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