i was way too excited when i did this

Thank you for 9,000 followers! Here’s a ficlet about Mari being protective of her little brother.


“Hopefully you can help me,” said the man on the phone with the funny accent. “My name is Victor Nikiforov, and I’m looking for Yuuri Katsuki. He said his family owns a hot springs resort, so I looked up the phone number on the internet. Can you tell me if I have the right place?”

Mari almost hung up immediately without offering a response. Ever since Yuuri had inadvertently become a viral video star after performing one of Victor Nikiforov’s routines, the onsen had gotten more than a few prank calls. One person had pretended to be a reporter but had instead turned out to be one of Victor’s crazy fans. Apparently this new caller wanted Mari to believe he was Victor Nikiforov himself.

Yeah, right.

“Yuuri’s my brother,” she said, a little heat in her tone.

“Oh, great!” the prankster said. “Could I speak with him please?”

Mari rolled her eyes. Was that supposed to be a real Russian accent? This guy’s impression of Victor was pathetic.

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Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

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“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

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The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

I just tired of being worried and scared about shit, everyone. Like, we can’t be excited about Louis’ song and promo because there might be talk about babygate. We can’t enjoy any of the work the other boys are doing because we don’t know what is going on with Harry or Louis or Niall or Liam at that moment. I can’t get too excited about what Louis is doing because that means I don’t love Harry enough or vice versa. Oh, but you’re not going to support Liam they same way when his music comes out, are you? Don’t get too excited about a nice rumor, because maybe antis are laughing at us. For pete’s sake, don’t enjoy a headcanon because it might not actually be true. Every little thing is on the same level of significance, all evidence either proves or disproves Larry categorically. Don’t enjoy the boys interacting with people they clearly like because those people did something bad before (some are shit, yes, but not all are equal). Don’t ignore bad things because that means you don’t care anymore. Don’t you dare express a point of view that recognizes complexity and grayness, because that obviously means that you no longer deify the boys and are on the path to becoming a Houie. And this is all fandom created. We’re doing it to ourselves. We’ve made policing our own reactions – and especially each other’s reactions – what the fandom is about rather than Larry and 1D. How is this enjoyable for anyone? I am TIRED™. Aren’t we all? I’m going to reblog and talk about the things that entertain me. I don’t care if others don’t like it. Please don’t come to me to tell me whether you approve or not, because I don’t give a fuck. Babygate will be over when it is over. Business deals will be clear when they are. Until then, I’m going to enjoy what they boys are giving us, enjoy the art and fic that the fandom is producing, reblog pretty pictures, squee about Larry headcanons, and continue to ignore the miserable people who try to dampen my enjoyment of any of that.

The Great Big Sonia Picdump of 2017

featuring occasional commentary by Mod Sakura

ok WOW

You’re off by 40-50 years. 

SONIA NO

HAJIME, RUN. RUN FAR AWAY.

(side note: I’ll probably tag this appropriately in case any of you are uncomfortable with suggested vore).

someone please teach her appropriate slang I fucking can’t

WHAT KIND OF COUNTRY ARE YOU RUNNING?

CHILL

This is terrible advice

we’re in the middle of a fucking trial sonia we’re not stopping to have fucking tea goddamnit

what the fuck did you do

This just in: Hajime is the messiah.

Bonus: Sonia getting way too excited about cleaning

(I don’t have screencaps for the “long and thick” line or from when she talks about makango and I’m very sad)

🌸 Mod Sakura 🌸

anonymous asked:

oh no why did you delete the photo of you in drag???!!

ahh it was so impulsively posted. i just got too excited! i figured it’ll probably be better to post a pic sunday when i have a full look together since that’s when I’m actually going out in drag. My life has been too busy to be active in the drag scene but Drag has done so much for me growing up - cause I was essentially doing it way before I even knew what it was called. So I’m excited to finally express that part of me tbh. In the wise words of Sasha Velour:

Originally posted by logotv

Reyna’s BatB Fic Recs

To celebrate hitting the 100 follower mark (!!!), here is a list of my fav BatB fics so far that are focused on Adam/Beast and Belle’s relationship. I’ll prolly be adding to this list as I read more.

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But first, I want to remind you guys of something:

Stories take time and effort to write. As I writer myself, I know how excruciatingly awful writing can be but love it anyway bc im weird and how it feels to have someone recognize the effort that we writers put into the stories that we’ve shared with the readers.

In brief, leave a kudos. Write a comment.

Don’t know what to say? Pick your fav line and explain why it’s your fav! Keysmash! Did the author do something new with the characters? Tell them what you thought about it! Did you laugh, smile, wince at a certain part? Let them know! Too shy to say anything? Just write something like “Good job :)” or “I liked this!”.

Basically, the excitement you get at reading an amazing fic is the excitement we get for ppl reading and giving feedback on our fics, only multiplied bc these things are like our babies.

So please please please comment or give a kudos. They actually help motivate writers to write more, so if you liked a fic, be sure to tell the author! Who knows, maybe they’ll be inspired to write more fic bc you wrote an awesome review ;)

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for she had eyes and chose me by @piercephone/ @notmiliica

(psst read it right now she’s a great writer and an overall awesome person so yeah you need to read this fic asap)

Summary: a series of interconnected chapters detailing the evolution of belle and adam’s relationship over the course of their life together (WIP)

and when he could not climb, he reached by @scarfblogs

Summary: the castle came awake that night. (Complete)

I Love You Too, By The Way by @funnygirltthatbelle

Summary: Short conversation between Belle and Adam between the kiss and the reunion with the servants. Because you know Adam would be excited more by Belle being in love with him than by the curse being broken. (Complete)

pouf-pouf by @je-suis-em-jee

Summary: “Not for the first time, Belle found herself curious about the dusting of gold Plumette so often applied to the corner of her eyes and the swell of her cheeks. ‘Actually. I did have one question. How do you…’ She touched the side of her face to indicate where Plumette’s skin shimmered.
'How do I do my makeup?’
'Yes.’
Plumette shook her head in amazement. 'There were really no other girls in Villeneuve?’”

In which Belle makes a friend and learns more about her fiance. (Complete)

When We Touched by @daysinthesuns

Summary: The five times the Beast had human contact for the first time in years, and the one time he had it as a human himself after the curse is broken. (Complete)

Lessons For The Lost by KayMoon24

Summary: Once the former Beast, newly human King Adam, alongside his newly wedded wife, Belle, attending various social gatherings featuring the rest of the Disney Royal kingdom. It gets awkward. (WIP)

Embers & Ash by telepathy

Summary: During the “Evermore” scenes in the new Beauty & the Beast film, Beast reflects. (Complete)

She’s never out of sight by @jomiddlemarch

Summary: They have a second courtship after the marriage. (Complete)

What a puzzle by @jomiddlemarch

Summary: Maurice came to dinner on Sundays. (Complete)

The Master of My Fate by @jomiddlemarch

Summary: He’d slipped into the alcove for just a moment. (vignette about Adam before the curse) (Complete)

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind..” by @kotaka-kun

Summary: What happened in the short span of time from when the Beast demanded Belle leave, to him rescuing her from the wolves. (Complete)

Behold the Beast by P_Artsypants

Summary: An alternate ending to the Disney Animated Movie. (Complete)

The Anchor by sancallisto

Summary: Chapter 1: A short vignette immediately following the transformation kiss.
Chapter 2: A short vignette immediately before the Celebration dance.
Chapter 3: A conversation that occurs the night following the breaking of the curse. A series of vignettes following Belle and Prince Adam based on the live-action Beauty and the Beast. No set number of chapters or timeline
. (WIP)

Mirrors by @greensearcher

(ok confession time so i actually haven’t read this yet but i’ve glanced through it and it looks AMAZING so yeah next free time i get imma read the whole darn thing in one sitting)

Summary: Everyone knows the Beast was selfish and unkind—which, of course, is exactly what a jealous enchantress would want the world to think. A retelling in which young Adam was an innocent victim caught up in his father’s past mistakes, and Belle a willing presence seeking to repay her own father’s debt. And with a vengeful witch on the loose, Gaston is the least of their worries. (WIP)

open doors, closed doors by  @ice23hot

Summary: Her selflessness angered him, reminded him how much he did not deserve her or the child. She looked frightened when the midwife shooed him away. Now all the prince could think of were the worried eyes that had met his before the door slammed in his face. (Belle and Adam have their first child) (WIP)

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Don’t forget to thank the authors for writing these wonderful fics! Happy reading!

EXO (ot12) Reaction: They see your movie heavy packed with action stunts

Anon said: “How would EXO (OT12) react when they see your movie heavy packed with action stunts. Thank you 😊“


Xuimin: “I swear to Baekhyun, I thought she had a stunt double for a second”

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Luhan: “Luhan I didn’t use a stunt double”

Originally posted by teeanageedirtbagg

Kris: ”The way you jump off a 3 story building is so cool”

Originally posted by luedeer

Suho: “You can tackle down a guy who’s 6 feet but you can’t kill a spider? Interesting” *tease*

Originally posted by irpsychotic

Lay: “Can you teach me some stunts?” *does aegyo*

Originally posted by sjabe

Baekhyun: *almost has a heart attack when a car you’re in explodes*

Originally posted by makeaestheticgreatagain

Chanyeol: “Did you just catch a ticking bomb?”

Originally posted by cnovotny88

Chen: “This movie is so good!”

Originally posted by chenosaurr

D.O.:  *enjoying movie* “Kyungsoo you’re so small I can’t teach you any stunts“

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kai: *way too excited through out the whole movie*

Originally posted by fykai

Tao: *listens to you talk for hours about your movie*

Originally posted by httpxamy

Sehun: “This is why were the coolest couple jagi”

Originally posted by sehunicorne


REQUEST  BOX IS CLOSED

*Miri*

Through the Veil

Sirius’ mind went blank. A rush of silky, cool air swam across his skin as he fell, and his mind went blank. Harry’s voice, a broken, devastated scream, seemed distant and unreal. This had to be death, Sirius mused, and his mind went blank.

Somewhere beyond the veil, Harry Potter surged against Remus Lupin’s arms, fighting desperately to break past the barrier and reach for his Godfather, who was there one moment and gone the next. Bellatrix Lestrange was dancing around the room gleefully shouting, and suddenly, Harry’s anger swelled up inside him like a balloon. He broke loose of Remus’ grip and went racing for Bellatrix, his pure anger propelling him towards a fight that could leave him just like his Godfather.

Sirius wasn’t quite sure what this odd feeling was, but he was certain it was death. His body felt warm, calm, and tingly, and he was very much at ease. Yet, Sirius did not dare open his eyes. He had been brave in life, but felt oddly afraid of death now, despite having been claimed by it. For a moment, Sirius wondered if he was alone, but then a strange sort of high pitched, bubbling sound permeated his pensive state. Immediately, Sirius realized it was a child’s laughter. The comforting sound was soon followed by the thick scent of freshly baked treacle tart and the sweet aroma of Butterbeer, and the urge to see his surroundings consumed him, so Sirius gave in. Upon opening his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of his own feet, stretched out on a rather comfortable red sofa, and clothed in a pair of ripped black jeans, which Sirius had not worn in years. Without having the opportunity to contemplate this, Sirius noticed a new figure in his peripheral vision: a child, with extremely messy black hair and a huge grin.

“Uncle Sirius!” the child screeched, and Sirius immediately realized the child was Harry, at an age that Sirius had never gotten to experience Harry at. The realization hitting him like a ton of bricks, Sirius’ face broke out into a massive grin, and he reached forward to place Harry in his lap.

“Well, well, Harry, how are you doing?” Sirius asked, pulling his godson into a tight hug.

“It’s Halloween!” Harry yelled happily, as if this response would surely answer all of Sirius’ questions.

“Of course!” Sirius chuckled, “how could I possibly forget?” He now realized that Harry was dressed in a shiny green dragon costume, and was beaming like a madman.

“Harry! Are you ready to leave?” A male voice came booming from the kitchen, and Sirius felt his heart speed up miraculously. Harry jumped up from the couch and went racing into the kitchen, which he was promptly carried out of by a strong pair of arms.

“James,” Sirius whispered, tears immediately threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Oi, Sirius, when did you get here?” James asked, setting Harry down to make his way towards his best friend.

“I-I just got here now,” Sirius stuttered, taken aback with surprise.

“Mate, have you had a bit too much firewhiskey? I know it’s Halloween, but Harry’s counting on his godfather to be as alert and excited as he is, and I’m counting on my brother to not puke his guts out in front of a street full of children,” James laughed, pulling Sirius to his feet. Sirius chuckled along with James, pulling his best friend into a bone crushing hug that James was clearly not expecting, but which he accepted nonetheless.

“Harry, dear, here’s your pail,” Lily Potter said, strolling into the living room. Sirius felt the corners of his lips turn up even wider, and he darted forwards to embrace the redheaded woman.

“Woah, Sirius, are you smashed?” Lily laughed, patting Sirius on the back and handing a bucket to Harry, who was currently sat at his mother’s feet, grabbing onto her leg and pretending to be a dragon.

“Never, Lils,” Sirius grinned. Lily rolled her eyes and reached for Harry’s hand.

“Alright, I think it’s time for a little trick or treating, don’t you, Harry?”

Harry squealed with delight and started racing towards the door, pulling his mother along behind him.

“I’ve got the firewhiskey,” James whispered to Sirius as they stepped out into the cool October night. Sirius chuckled, wiped a few stray tears from his face, and followed behind his best friend. Lily and James were swinging Harry from their arms, who was roaring and pretending to breathe fire just like a real dragon. Godric’s Hollow was glowing, busy, and alive with excitement, and Sirius could not sense any trouble in the world. He was not sure how he had managed to end up at the place he had dreamed of being for fourteen years, but Lily and James were alive, Harry was happy, and he wouldn’t have given it up for the world. And so, Sirius set off down the street behind his friends, watching Harry dart from house to house collecting treats, and he couldn’t quite wipe the smile from his face. On that Halloween night, all was well.

When you and Haechan kiss for the first time

Thanks so much for requesting! ^^ I absolutely loved writing this >< I hope you like this and if not, please tell me what I could have done differently~

i swear this boy is the worst bias list wrecker ever, please save me from this sweet, awesome, savage, TALENTED AF, savage, cute, HANDSOME AF, awkward boy T-T why has he grown up so fasttttttttt ><


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Fluff that will either make you squeal or just… cringe

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Originally posted by haenyan


“Admit it,” you poked Donghyuck’s side with your finger. “Your heart fluttered a little, didn’t it?”

“I don’t think you are cute,” he stayed stubborn even though you kept poking him with your finger. “It’s time to face the truth _____.”

You looked at him - who was just staring at his phone - for a bit before turning away from him, crossing your arms and letting out a sigh.

You two were on a date that really wasn’t a date since you two just ended up staying home. You were sitting on the sofa side by side and for the past hour you had been trying to make him smile by doing aegyo. It hadn’t been a success as it had only resulted in him throwing his savage lines at you which he usually did.

Donghyuck lifted his gaze from his phone’s screen and glanced at you. You had your back turned towards him and you still had your arms crossed. He couldn’t help but chuckle silently at your behavior. In fact, the past hour had been pretty hard for him. Just to tease you, he had not reacted to your aegyo at all even though it made him want to giggle.

“Are you angry?” he asked and you felt his chin land on your shoulder.

You stayed silent.

“What? Are you giving me the silent treatment?” he asked, pouting.

Without a word you shook his chin off your shoulder. This made him slightly worried.

“You aren’t really angry at me, are you?” he asked, just to make sure.

“And if I am?”

There was a brief silence during which he got up and came to stand in front of you. He crouched down in front of you and looked at you with the most adorable puppy eyes ever.

“Are you sure you can be mad at this face?” he asked, not letting go of his usual behavior.

You held in your smile and turned away. He moved again to be in front of you. He sat down in front of you on the sofa and you looked at him expressionlessly. He pouted.

“You are mind-blowingly cute,” he said with a cute tone.

“I am?” you asked.

He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course.”

You doubted his word. “You don’t sound like you mean it.”

He let out a whiny sound. Then he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer so that you were leaning on to him. That resulted in a silence. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him with a small smile on your lips.

This kind of situations were very common between the two of you. You would have a playful “fight” and then it would end in a sudden silence. You both knew it was all just for fun so you never took the things you said during those “fights” seriously. And, if the other went too far you’d just say it and it would be resolved quickly.

“______,” he called your name while playing with your hair.

“Hmm?” you hummed, listening to his heartbeat.

“Did you change your shampoo?”

“No, but I’m wearing a new body mist,” you said and looked up at him.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “It’s a little weird.”

“You think?” you straightened up, letting go of him. He just looked at you when you tried to smell yourself. “It’s not that different from my old one though,” you mumbled.

“It’s not a bad scent,” he chuckled at your reaction. “It’s just… new. I’ll have to get used to it.”

You went closer to him and leaned on him again but this time his arm wasn’t around you. He opened his phone. You snatched it away from him.

“Hey,” he said and you giggled, getting up from the sofa with the phone in your hands. “Bring it back!” he whined.

“Come get it,” you showed your tongue at him.

“I don’t want to,” he whined, too lazy to get up from the sofa. He reached his arms towards you. “I’ll cuddle with you if you come here.”

You stopped for a second to think about the offer. “Nah,” you turned it down with a smile.

“Then…” he thought about what would make you give his phone back to him. “A kiss?”

You blushed at the mention of a kiss. You two had been dating for a while now and before you started dating, you were close friends which explains how close you two were around each other despite having dated for only a little while. However, you two had never kissed before. Holding hands and hugging weren’t a big deal for you two anymore but kissing… Even the thought of it made both of you blush a little.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, a little flustered.

“What?” he asked, a little flustered too.

“I don’t want our first kiss to happen like that,” you said before walking back over to the sofa and giving him the phone. “Take your phone back.”

He took the phone and you sat down beside him.

“I’ll just settle with cuddling,” you said and leaned on him. He laughed a little and leaned on you.

You two stayed like that for a while. He talked briefly about how his day had been and you did the same after he had finished. He played with your fingers the whole time. He smiled when you spoke, though you didn’t notice him partly because you were so used to seeing him smile but mostly because you were too busy explaining about your not so exciting day.

“You did?” was the only time he interrupted you. You had told him about slipping on your way home since the roads were covered in ice.

You nodded. “I had the hardest time trying to get up, you know? It took me like five minutes before I could stand again.”

“Did it hurt that much?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

You shook your head. “No, it was just so darn slippery. I couldn’t get up even though I kept trying.”

He chuckled. “I’m sad I couldn’t witness that. It was probably hilarious.”

You scoffed.

“So, how did you manage to get up in the end?” he questioned, looking at you for the first time during the conversation.

“This amazingly handsome young man offered a helping hand,” you said and poked your tongue out. “He was really handsome.”

“Are you sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you?” he looked at you, amused.

“Now that I think about it, I think it was just an old man passing by mumbling something about how youngsters these days can’t even walk anymore.”

He burst out laughing.

“It was embarrassing!” you whined.

“Sorry, it just sounds really hilarious,” he laughed. “I would have helped you up immediately if I had been there with you.”

You smiled at his words and he noticed. Without even thinking about it, he leaned closer and pressed his warm, soft lips against yours. You were frozen to place and he pulled away after a bit.

You could only stare at him, surprised.

“I definitely just did that,” he felt giddy about it.

You couldn’t form words. The feeling of his lips on yours lingered on your lips.

“_____?” he called your name after you had been silent for a bit.

“Oh, sorry,” you awkwardly gave a laugh.

“Are you okay?” he asked and only now you noticed that he was blushing quite a bit. You on the other hand felt like your face was red as a tomato.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said and looked away, feeling shy to look at him.

“This shyness doesn’t suit you,” he whined since he was used to the you who was very comfortable around him. “Did I ruin the mood?”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head. “I just… didn’t expect that.”

“Same here,” he chuckled a little. “Was it bad for a first kiss?”

You shook your head. “It was nice.”

You both felt a little shy and just started giggling. The giggling continued until Donghyuck leaned in to give you another quick peck on the lips.

anonymous asked:

I think you should write something about asking him to stop (about being shy during sex) bc all the blurbs are all perfect and the girl is shy but keep going,but what if she asked to stop? I've never read something like this AND we know that it's something that can happen

Harry’s booming voice filled the house as soon as the front door opened.  Hearing him walk through the front door singing was always music to my ears.  I loved it when he was in a good mood.  He stood in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms out like he was front stage on Broadway belting out the closing number.

I didn’t know what he was singing.  Something he’d recorded at the studio today was a good bet but I didn’t like to ask.  I knew he liked to keep his recording close to the vest.  

Whatever it was, it sure made him happy.

He finished the note out, his eyes opening to meet mine as his arms dropped to his sides.  He smiled the widest, brightest, happiest smile I’d ever seen as he walked towards the island.  He leaned down against it, looking up at me,

“Hello, Beautiful Girl.”

I smiled,

“Hello.  I take it the studio went well today.”

He raised his eyebrows,

“Well?  Yes, the studio went very very well.”  He said as he rounded the island and walked towards me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

I shrugged,

“Came over after class…thought you might be here but you weren’t so I hung around for a bit to see if you’d show up.”

I felt his fingers creep up onto my hips,

“Finished it.”  He said finally, his voice dripping with accomplishment.

I pushed my hands against his chest,

“All of it?  Or just one song?”

“All of it.  It’s done.”

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Coffee and Colors (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re a historian who agreed to help Lin through his writer’s block. You’re taken with him immediately and spend a lot of the time being distracted by the charming company you’re keeping.

Word Count: 1,127

Warnings: y i k e s. nothing really though.

A/N: Literally, @gratitudejoyandsorrow is a blessing and patiently played my soundboard all day and @l-nmanuel is absolutely a m a z i n g. This fic would’ve found a new home in the trash bin if not for these two. 
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It was a friend of a friend, who had this friend, who knew someone who needed your assistance. They told you that he had ideas that he couldn’t possibly get down on paper without help and you were the perfect person to do it. You normally would brush the idea off but after having spent weeks pent up with your newest research paper, getting out and about didn’t seem like such a bad idea. You figured if nothing else, some fresh air and coffee out of a cup that wasn’t your Columbia University mug would do you some good.

That’s how you found yourself walking into the coffee shop that you had been instructed to be at, at the exact time you were instructed to be there. The soft chime of the bell drew a few eyes to you but no one stood up so you figured he wasn’t there yet. You took the opportunity to order coffee and find a table by the window, pulling out your notebook and scrawling down anything you thought might help the paper you were returning to tonight. 

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this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)

♡♡♡ for the lovely @jackiemoreno, the brightest star in my sky ♡♡♡

also on ao3

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.“ Lena answers right away, accent thicker than usual despite the fact she’s been back in Ireland for so little time. “Just two more days until I’m back home.”

Kara presses the phone closer to her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating until she can hear the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat. She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since her girlfriend has been gone, never mind the fact it’s only the fifth day of their week long separation - her heart aches as if they’ve been apart for months.

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riverdale, 1x01.

okay, so this is coming from someone who hasn’t read the comics.

  • kj apa is really cute. don’t get me started on cole.
  • archie’s “you’re too good for me, always was, always will be” speech to betty was the shittiest excuse ever. i hated it, i hated archie at that moment. just fucking say you don’t like her like that, that all you feel for her is PLATONIC. don’t say this crap. i hate when writers make characters say stuff like that!
  • i’m over the student/teacher thing. done too many times in too many shows. so i’m not gonna spend 3 hours talking about it.

  • i didn’t expect to love veronica, i thought it actually was going to be the opposite but she’s amazing! I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALREADY!!! Same for betty, she’s too cute. they’re amazing together!
    i love kevin!!! please don’t let anything happen to him! I basically love (almost) every character. like this is so weird, i usually don’t. 
  • more kevin/moose, i want to see where it goes.
  • when i watched the episode the first time i got CHILLS when veronica was defending betty, CHILLS!!!! i love her so much and i loved how she “destroyed” cheryl.
  • cheryl def killed her twin.
  • betty dancing in her room was one of my fav moments. she’s seriously so cute.
  • for next week’s episode, please more jughead! I NEED MORE JUGHEAD
  • also, i love cole’s voice. i don’t know why, i just do. i’m glad he’s narrating the story (so far, dunno if he’ll continue).
  • jugheag doing whatever the fuck he wants is my aesthetic.
  • high-key shipping betty/veronica more than archie and either of them. BUT if i had to choose, betty. and maybe veronica/jughead? IDK. he’s supposed to be asexual in the comics so i really hope they’re gonna keep his sexuality the same. first because if i was a archie comic’s reader i would be pissed if they didn’t so, yeah. AND because it’s a great opportunity for asexuality to be represented. and it’s important for asexuality to be represented on tv. but, either way (platonic/non-platonic), i feel like jughead and veronica would have such interesting interactions. i don’t know why but i feel it.
    and if he is ace i guess i just want her to be cool about it, to not shame him and everything. BUT I’M GETTING WAY AHEAD OF MYSELF RN. they haven’t even met!

  • the betty/veronica kiss. aksdlhsjhskh trying not to get too excited about it because it probably won’t lead anywhere.
  • i’m so HAPPY archie didn’t kiss betty at the dance when the teacher was looking, i feared he was going to but you can’t imagine HOW happy and relieved i am the writers didn’t go that way. that would have been such a douchy move and archie is a good guy in the comics, right?! so it would have been OOC for him to do that, i guess. AND it seems like he really values his relationship with betty so it makes sense he didn’t.

  • also jughead/archie. i want to know what archie did to fuck up their relationship so badly. i kinda want to see angst? i don’t know. i also kind of like the idea of something more than friendship between them (their scene made me feel that there was more/could be more between them?) but since judhead is supposed to be asexual in the comics… idk. argh THE STRUGGLE
  •  the actress who plays betty; the way she acts reminds me of someone but i can’t figure out who exactly and it is bugging me ever since i noticed it. maybe a bit like shantel vansanten but mixed with someone else? idk. OMG I THINK I JUST REALISED WHO: BRITTANY SNOW IN JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE!!!!! 
  • betty crying :( :( :( (outside her house)

  • yo, why did they replace jughead’s crown with a beanie?! i mean, i love beanies and cole looks good in one BUT IMAGINE HIM WALKING AROUND WITH A FUCKING CROWN ON HIS HEAD!!!!!! i think i would have died. 
    but the end of his beanie is “cut off”/shaped like a fucking crown AND SOMEHOW IT IS EVERYTHING!!
  • kj’s accent was really good, no?!
  • i need to read the comics even though the show is/will be different.

  • I REALLY LIKED THE PILOT!!!!!

mini-comic for gerard on his birthday. i think a lot about mcr and the impact that gerard had on me when i was a kid….and I feel like if I had never known Gerard, and loved his music and saw how much he loved performing and music, that I would’ve never become the person I am today. I am forever grateful to him. He did it, and I can do it too. Whatever it is, I’m not entirely sure, but I’m excited about it. Happy Birthday, Gerard Arthur Way.

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Dean has been trying to be open with Cas, telling him he's worried, we're better together and Cas doesn't really respond except with what could be called flippancy saying I didn't mean to add to your burden or betrays him again. So it's not that Dean needs to open his mouth, it's that when he does, he's shut down. This happens a lot in the series with other people too and I think we undervalue how much that shapes Dean's willingness to open up. As in, I think we often ignore it completely.

This is an interesting point, and the thing is, we’ve come so far in this ‘haha, we’re not describing a relationship, #no homo’ thing that the tropes of the genre have started to have an impact on the actual narrative of the show. Like, one of the main reason I don’t like romance movies is the lack of clear communication between the two main characters. I mostly hate it in its classic ‘chick flick’ form - ie, a woman going on and on with her girlfriends about how perfect this guy is and being encouraged to do all sort of ridiculous things to catch his attention rather than just talk to him - but if the movie is not subtle, I’m even capable of hating those pregnant ‘I wish I could come out and say it, but I’m too manly to’ pauses because, come on. Sometimes I truly find romance movies are the plague of our societies and are way, way more dangerous than horror or violence or whatever, simply because they set a model of behaviour for situations we actually encounter IRL - and the idea that we can’t communicate openly and honestly with each other, especially in a romantic relationship, is often at the centre of whatever demented story they’re telling.

Anyway.

I guess this is to say that miscommunicaton is a classic romantic trope and the most usual way to keep lovers apart (short of, let’s say, family obligations, mind control spells and terminal illnesses - not that Supernatural has used any of those, of course), which means neither Dean nor Cas are, at this point, to blame for any of it. It’s simply how the narrative goes, and one of the most tried-and-tested ways to preserve some semblance of UST and will they won’t they even in those circumstances where it’s very clear that yeah, they will. 

You say Dean’s been opening up, has been clear about what he wants, and that’s true. Dean’s been incredibly direct this season (and the last), not only with Cas, but with Sam and Mary as well. I think it’s unfair, though, to say we ignore it - some days, it seems we talk about little else: performing!Dean walls coming down, that’s a huge bout of character development, especially considering Dean’s worst fear is people leaving him, and, well - if you don’t come clean to someone, if you don’t tell them how much they mean to you, then you can hold on to the illusion they left because they didn’t realize how much they would hurt you - but if you’re clear about your feelings and you do your best and they still leave - ouch. Dean’s faced this dilemma with both Mary and Cas this season, and basically lost both times. His ideas of creating some kind of patchwork family - all of them safe, happy, and living right there in the Bunker where Dean can keep an eye on them and protect them - yeah, that didn’t work. Despite the unusually honest conversations he had with them, both Mary and Cas continue to do their own thing without much regard for Dean’s feelings - and I feel like I need to stress it’s not only a character’s ‘fault’, but a narrative need: to keep Dean on edge, and to make him miserable.

Something else we need to consider is that Cas is new to humanity and sees things from a completely different perspective. To him, human feelings are - well, not irrelevant, but I think he sees them as something so complicated and changeable that it’s not really worth analyzing them. Like, consider his impatience when Dean asked for help in how to deal with Mary - Cas is millions of years old. Planning a conversation, however life-changing that conversation may feel in the moment, is completely irrelevant on the long term - a speck of meaning against the backdrop of eternity, or even of a human life. When he shuts Dean down, he’s not saying he doesn’t care about Dean feelings; he’s saying everything will sort itself out, and why do humans always stress so much about such small and transient things? It makes no sense. Oh, and another thing that presumably makes no sense to him is Dean’s worry over him - Cas was created to obey and walk into battle and die, if necessary - nobody’s worried about his happiness or wellbeing for thousands of years - why would Dean? Cas is an angel - Cas is the (self-appointed) Winchester’s guardian - not the other way around. I know they keep telling him they care (sort of), but, again, different species here. And Cas also knows, because he’s seen it, that (unlike angels) humans are built to withstand grief and loss - that both Dean and Sam have done it, several times (that despite everything they’ve endured, they can still be sort of happy). To him, his own death is perhaps a matter of regret, of things unfinished, but certainly not something that’ll hurt either Sam or Dean in any definitive way - which is why he prefers to be out on the field and keep them safe, rather than staying close to them and avoid danger.

Finally, something about the mixtape scene. 

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CS FF: Second Chances

Summary: Killian comes clean to Emma and David.  He then gets a second chance at proposing to Emma the right way.

Rating: G

Note: So I was less than pleased with the way that proposal went down.   I’m hoping they right their wrong in the next couple of episodes.  But, until then, this is how I would like for it to go.   Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Second Chances: Part 1/1…

Emma woke up with a smile on her face.  Her eyes slowly fluttered open and landed on her engagement ring, the sun making the diamond sparkle.  She turned over, anxious to welcome her fiancé to a new day.  To the beginning of their lives together.  The smile slid from Emma’s lips as her gaze landed on his empty spot beside her. She ran her hand along the imprint of his form, finding it cold.  

Emma got out of bed and made her way downstairs.  She found Killian sitting at the kitchen table. The smile reappeared on her lips as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and settling her chin on his shoulder.

“I was hoping to wake up next to my new fiancé today,” she said, kissing his neck.

Killian squeezed his eyes closed.

“Apologies, love.  I had difficulty sleeping.”

“I have trouble sleeping when I’m excited too.”

Emma sat down next to him and his eyes moved to her engagement ring.  He had been so excited to give it to her, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.  He didn’t want to begin their life together with this terrible secret between them. He knew he could very well lose her for good, but it was a risk he knew he had to take.

Killian swallowed roughly as he met her eyes.

“Emma, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

This time, Emma didn’t miss the conflicted and upset look in his eyes. She took his hand in hers.  

“Whatever it is, just tell me.  We’ll get through it together, like we always do.”

His tongue lashed at his lips. “I-

Just then, Emma’s cell phone rang.  She picked it up off the table, sighing heavily.  "Sorry, it’s my dad.”

Killian blew out a breath as she answered the phone.

“Hi, Dad.  What’s going on?”  Emma let out a groan as she listened to her father.  "Okay, I’ll be right there.“

She hung up the phone and met Killian’s eyes.

"Everything okay, love?”

“The Evil Queen is back.”

“Well, that certainly can’t be good.”

Emma shook her head. “Nope.” She paused, eyeing him.  "I’m sorry, but I really have to get down to the station.  Can we talk about this tonight?“

Killian nodded, simultaneously relieved for the reprieve and terrified that he wouldn’t gain the courage he needed to tell her a third time.

"Of course, love,” he said.

“Great,” she replied, placing a kiss on his lips.  She pulled back and met his eyes, as she squeezed his hand. “And Killian?  Don’t worry.  There’s nothing you could ever say to me that would make me not want to marry you or love you any less.”

Killian managed a weak smile, but no response, as she released his hand and headed to the stairs. He could only hope that was true.

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Young!Peter x Young!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Reader is sick


“I’m sorry Peter but we can’t let you in.” Your Mom said from downstairs.

“But I saw her two weeks ago, and she was fine!” He complained and you were sure he’d push past and break into your room if he wasn’t so worried about you.

“I understand that Peter but her medication isn’t taking as much affect as it was before so we need to keep her safe.” You Mom insisted and you heard the front door slam.

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BTS as Flirty Starbucks Guys - Taehyung

Request by@belikelasagna: Annyeonggg Request: Them as flirty Starbucks guyss Hope you don’t mind me requesting reeeally often!! :))

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Please remember I’m going to be posting 1 a day for the next 7 days (a member a day) and it’s going to be in the order in which the ideas came to me and I wrote them😋

They all vary in length but I’ll give a word count before each one💁

I thoroughly enjoyed writing Taehyung’s one and actually sat and wrote it all in one go!😅🙌

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Let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to make requests (HERE)

I will update my Masterlist soon and I promise another update for Heartbreak Girl is coming, but I was busy working on this😅

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Member: Taehyung

Length: 1735 words

“Why is he singing?”

“Why is who singing?” You reply to your friend, not even looking up from the crossword you had in front of you.

“The guy we ordered our drinks from, who got your name wrong.” She mumbled back around the straw in her drink, taking a long sip before gesturing with her head to said singing guy.

“Oh him, that’s Taehyung, he always sings when he cleans. You kind of get used to it after a while, it’s quite endearing.” You smiled, “Also, we have this running thing going. If he can guess my name, then I said I’d give him my number.”

Your friend scoffed in disbelief, raising her eyebrows but you only nodded, smiling.

“Okay, then what are the rules to this so called game thing you’re playing?” She finally asked and you smirked.

“Glad you asked. Basically he knows the first letter of my name, I had to give him somewhere to start. And then it’s kind of like hangman I guess, but with names.” She looked at you confused, “Okay, I know that sounds really weird but what I mean is that I told him the first letter at first to help him out and said he had 5 guesses to use whenever. The catch was though that if he couldn’t get it in those 5, I got a discounted drink. He used the 5 guesses straightaway and got it wrong, I paid less for my drink. I thought that was that but it turns out he is quite competitive.” You laughed.

“The next time I came in, he guessed again and again it was wrong. So I decided to give him the next letter of my name and 4 guesses this time. He didn’t use them all at once, but eventually they ran out and I got slightly more discount on my next drink. He now knows the first 3 letters of my name and has 2 guesses left after today.” You were smiling as you finished your explanation and your friend just shook her head and laughed.

“Only you would get into a guessing game like this with someone.”

You just shrugged and reached for your smoothie, taking a sip and humming in approval before looking back down at your crossword.

“Is he allowed help?”

You didn’t need to look up to know it was your friend who’d spoken and shook your head ‘no’, tapping your pen on the page in front of you because what the hell was an 8 letter pick-line related to coffee and why the hell was that one of the questions?

“Well as exciting as this is, I have to go to an even more exciting lunch with my family who has decided we are also going to try tandem cycling afterwards.” Your friend sighed and you giggled, looking up at her and the pouting look she was currently giving you.

“No, no puppy dog eyes. I’m not bailing you out again with a fake emergency. Do you know how long after the last time your mom kept reassuring me that ‘it’s okay, a lot of people trip up the stairs, it doesn’t matter that there were only three’.” She shook her head, “Well to answer that question, she still does it. I had to fake a sprained ankle for almost 2 weeks whenever I saw her which was always, thanks to you saying you needed to make sure I was okay.” You gave her a pointed look and she looked slightly guilty before breaking into a laugh.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but I had to think on the spot. You can’t honestly say you would have left me stranded to me sit through a family choir sing-a-long competition thing.” She raised an eyebrow and you caved and laughed.

“No, I would never let you be put through that.” You sighed, “But not today please? I’m really not in the mood to talk about my ‘poor coordination skills’ with your mother again.”

“Fine, I won’t fake emergency you today. But if my parents take photographic evidence of me ever going tandem cycling with them, you owe me 2 emergency bail outs.” Your friend held out her hand and you grabbed it, shaking on it.

“Deal.”

It was quiet for approximately 3 minutes after your friend left when a slight cough to your left startled you and you all but jumped in your seat.

“What the actual –?”

“Bean Mine.”

“Excuse me?” You choked out, hand still held to your chest as if would slow down your rapid beating heart (not likely, but the illusion helped) and raised your eyebrows at the person who was at fault for you almost having heart failure.

“Bean Mine.”

“Taehyung, I’m flattered, really. But number one: that is super cheesy, number two: you still haven’t guessed my name and, number three: didn’t that one guy Yoongi put up a ‘no pun pick-up line’ sign?” You were smiling now because Taehyung was smiling at you and it was nearly impossible not to smile back as he looked down at you.

“Glad you’re flattered but, number one: that was the answer to the question you’re stuck on in your crossword, number two: I still have 2 guesses left and, number three: Yoongi-hyung did put up that sign but he’s off today so we’re all safe.” He grinned, flashing you a peace sign, “Also, I wouldn’t use a line that terrible if I was going to use one on you.”

“Thank you,” You flushed (mostly because you were embarrassed that you guessed and failed that he was trying to pick you up but also because wow, his smile was… wow), pointing to your crossword, filling in the answer. “So are you going to use your other 2 guesses now or save them?” You asked, before continuing, “And if that was such a terrible line, I don’t suppose you know any better ones? Seeing as its safe and all.” You gestured towards the Yoongi-less Starbucks and – somehow – Taehyung’s grin got brighter.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” He referred to the guessing game you guys were playing, “But I do happen to know a few lines I think aren’t so bad.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, waving a hand to say ‘proceed’.

“There’s always the oldie but goodie, are you from Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.”

You laughed some more and groaned at the terrible pun. “Next!”

“My coffee hasn’t kicked in yet, so I can’t think of a charming pickup line.” Taehyung shook his head as if he were just waking up and you grinned.

“A little better, but I think you can top that.”

“Hey, was your daddy a barista because you are ALMOST what I ordered.” He laughed at this one, slapping his hand on his knee, “Get it? Because you don’t always get the right thing.” He managed to calm himself down but as soon as he saw the amused look on your face, he started laughing again.

“Okay, that was a giant step back.” You groaned playfully again, “Thank God Yoongi isn’t here or you’d be dead.”

Taehyung snorted at that and rolled his eyes, “Please, he loves me. The worst he’d probably do is ban me from his apartment for a while and even then Hoseok-hyung would let me in because he loves me too.” He grinned again and then rolled his shoulders like a Boxer before a fight. “Ready for the next one?”

You just shook your head and giggled, “I don’t know, am I?”

“Oh you’re such a TEA-se (insert wrong name guess here)!”

“Maybe,” You poked your tongue out playfully, “but at least I’m one step closer to another discounted drink because that, Dear Taehyung, was wrong.”

“Damnit, I really thought I had it this time.” He pouted, “Time for the big guns though.” He took a deep breath and suddenly there was a shy look on his face and your heart started melting and wait, what the heck? “I like you about 1/18 as much as I like a Pumpkin Spice Latte, which is to say I like you a lot, go on a date with me please Y/N?“

You felt your whole body flush and had to look away from the sweet, hopeful look on his face because holy hell were you not expecting that at all.

“What, did I get it wrong again? Must I get you your discounted drink now? Was that really that bad? I kind of made it up on the spot.” Taehyung was rambling and it was so endearing, just like the way he sings when he cleans, how he pulls funny faces at you whenever you walk in, how he gets so excited about guessing, how his hair falls in his eyes if he doesn’t tie it back with a bandana because he told you he’s too lazy to go for a haircut, and how he’s always just so freaking nice to everyone, and so when you suddenly turned to face him again – he stopped.

You looked down once, taking a deep breath before meeting his eyes again, “No, you didn’t get it wrong actually. No, I don’t want my discounted drink now. And no, the line definitely wasn’t bad at all. In fact,” You ripped off a piece of paper from the bottom of your crossword and scribbled your number down, holding it out to him, “I owe you this, for winning the game of course. But how about instead of another discounted drink, I pay for us to get drinks sometime, somewhere not here.” You blushed, looking down again and bit your bottom lip because Taehyung was now holding your hand that was holding your number out to him and even though his cheeks were tinted pink, he looked a whole lot more composed than you and how is that fair?

“How about another discounted drink here, together, on my break today. And I take you out for dinner,” He was grinning his bright, boxy smile and swinging the hand of yours that he was still holding, back and forth, “so I can try guess your favourite colour.”

You laughed loudly at that and already decided – whether you knew it or not – that your new favourite colour was the pink of Taehyung’s lips after he’d bitten them to fight off the even bigger grin from when you agreed.

anonymous asked:

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I KNOW RIGHT?!

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(I am too excited about this to even be polite)

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I DECLARE THOSE COMMENTS ENTIRELY INTERCHANGEABLE.

Finn Balor Smut

Requested by- @nickysmum1909

Could you please write about how Finn sees his girl at the airport. She’s there to pick him up and they had a pretty hot conversation on FaceTime, so there’s a lot of tension between them. Instead of being able to get home, he has to get through a bunch of Fans before he can get to her. I am leaving the end up to you 😎
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“Hey babe.” You say when you see Finn’s face pop up on your phone. “Hey baby girl, how did you sleep?” He asks with a small smile. “I barely slept, I was too excited to see you.” You say. “You need sleep baby, I don’t want you falling asleep while driving.” He says. “Well, what do you suggest I do so I can fall asleep?” You ask with a bit of humor in your voice.

“Well I mean you could close your eyes and go to sleep.” Finn jokes. “What if that doesn’t work?” You ask. “I mean there is another way to help you fall asleep.” He says getting serious. “And what would that be babe?” You ask with a small smile. “Touch yourself Y/N.” Finn says. “But I thought you hated it when I touched myself without you home?” You say.

“I’m telling you to do it baby girl. Please Y/N.” He says. You move your hand down to your pants and you see Finn’s hand move out of sight. “Show me Y/N.” He states. You move your camera down and a low growl comes from the phone. “Take your pants off Y/N.” He growls. You prop the phone up against the covers and slowly take off your sweatpants.

“Damn baby girl, you’re teasing me too much.” Finn says. You throw your pants to the side and lay back down. You spread your legs so Finn can see. “Even through a phone I can see how wet you are for me.” Finn says stroking himself. “Tell me Y/N, how bad do you want me?” He asks. “Very bad Finn, it’s been too long.” You say sliding a finger in your heat.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you baby.” He chokes out. “I want you to kiss me from my lips to my boobs and I want your hands to massage my boobs while you nibble on my nipples. Then I want you to move down to my vagina and stick a finger inside me while you eat me out so I can come.” You say while adding another finger.

Finn starts breathing hard and he says, “Moan my name Y/N, I have to hear your moans.” You moan his name and you see his hand speeding up. “Move your fingers faster and rub yourself baby girl.” He moans. You do what he says and say, “Come for me Finn.” He’s close to his release until you hear a knock through the phone.

A guy starts talking and Finn says, “I’ll be right out, let me say goodbye to my girlfriend.” He looks at you and says, “We’ll have to finish this when I get home, don’t touch yourself until then.” You nod and he says, “I love you baby girl, so much.” “I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.” You say. He smiles and hangs the phone up.

You put your phone on the charger and decide to do what Finn says and try to get some sleep.

-6 hours later-

After taking a nap and getting ready, you’re sitting at the airport waiting for Finn. You see him grabbing his bag from the luggage claim and he turns around and starts looking around. His eyes meet yours and he starts walking towards you until some fans spot him and walk up to him. Being the nice guy he is, he stops and takes photos with them. You see more fans gather around him and you see the look on his face that he’s starting to get impatient so you decide to go sit down.

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After waiting there for over 30 minutes, Finn waves to the crowd and starts walking towards you again. He gets closer so you stand up and run up to him and jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist and you lean down to kiss him. “I can’t wait until we get home.” He mummers against your lips. “Well the faster we get out of here, the faster we get home.” You say sliding off of him. He grabs his bags and your hand and says, “Well let’s stop wasting time then.”

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The moment you and Finn step inside the house, he drops his stuff and pushes you up against the wall. “Before you rip my clothes off, lets at least try to make it to our bed first.” You say. He bends down and tosses you up on his shoulder and runs upstairs.

He walks into the room and lays you on the bed. You grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. His hands go straight for your shirt, so you lift your arms above your head and he takes it off. He slides your bra off and you start playing with the hem of his shirt.

He sits up and takes it off and you sit there admiring his body. “As much as I’m enjoying you checking me out, I really want to finish what we started earlier. I want to make you feel the things that only I can do to you.” Finn says kissing you.

He starts kissing down your neck saying, “I want to give you the pleasure that your fingers can’t give you.” His hands grab your boobs and starts massaging them. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you on the plane.” He kisses one boob, “How we had to stop our moment because of me.” He kisses the other.

“Tell me Y/N, after I hung up, did you want to finish fingering yourself?” He asks. “N-No, I wanted to wait for you.” You choke. He nips at one of your nipples before saying, “Then I’ll make sure you fully finish tonight.”

He nips at the other one before sliding down your body. His hands grab the waist band of your shorts and pushes them down. “No underwear baby girl? You must’ve wanted me pretty bad.” He chuckles. He spreads your legs and moves his mouth close to your area. “Tell me how bad you want me baby girl.” He says hovering over your clit.

“I want you so bad Finn, please.” You beg. He lowers his head and you feel his mouth enclose on your clit. You let out a moan and run your hands through his hair. He removes his mouth and slips two fingers inside you. “I want to watch you come undone baby.” He says lowering down to kiss you. He starts fingering you and he whispers in your ear, “You look so fucking sexy like this Y/N.”

You choke out a moan and he starts to move his hand faster, making you grab onto his bicep. “Come on baby girl, come for me.” He says biting your earlobe. You feel yourself getting close and Finn moves his other arm down to your clit and starts massaging it. “Fuck F-Finn!” You scream when you hit your release.

He lets you ride it out and when he pulls his fingers out, you barely have time to register what’s going on before you feel him sliding his dick inside you. “Fuck Y/N, even after fingering you, you’re still tight.” He says grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He slides in deeper and your hands wrap around the back of his neck.

“B-Babe, go faster.” You moan. He sits up and starts pounding into you. You let out a string of moans that you’re pretty sure the neighbors are getting tired of hearing you. Finn slows down and leans down to kiss you. “It’s been too long baby, I’m not going to last much longer.” He mummers before speeding up again.

“I’m about to come again Finn.” You choke out grabbing the sheets. “Then come with me baby girl.” He says. You tighten up and release all over his dick. Finn lowers his head into the crook of your neck and he lets out a strangled moan letting you know he hit his release.

After you two catch your breath, he looks at you and says, “You really need to start touring with me. I don’t know how I went so long without you.” “I’ll think about it, now lay down with me and go to sleep.” You say chuckling. He chuckles and lays beside you, pulling you to his chest. You close your eyes and before you doze off, you hear Finn say, “I love you baby girl.”