in case you thought i was over this moment

Dipped in Ink (Namjoon/Reader)

Prompt: REQUEST COMING THROUGH! Idk if you know what a stick and poke tattoo is, but I was wondering if I could have one with Joon where he gives the reader a stick and poke tattoo? I know he’s pretty clumsy but I feel like doing something like that for someone who he loves he’d be super careful. (if not pick any other member i’m cool with all my boys). I just think it’d be something sort of intimate cos it kinda hurts. and then maybe it could lead to some sexy times? THANKS LUV U

Genre: Smut

Words: 4K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: “You know,” He began carefully, voice lowering as he leaned back over your body, pushing the needle into your flesh again slowly. “I’ve heard that for some pain can be an aphrodisiac…”

Tags: Mentions of Tattooing (needles, blood, etc.), Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Daddy!Joon, Baby Girl, etc. 

Please note, I am no expert in the art of anything tattoo related, so please do not try to be rude if I messed up any of the details as far as that goes.

Originally posted by rapnamu

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Motivational Kiss

Up. Down. Kiss.

Up. Down. Kiss.

I giggled as Dean went up one more time before going down and pressing his lips against mine. It was insane. Ridiculous, even. Never in a million years did I think I’d be doing this…and with Dean nonetheless.

I had fallen in love with the green eyed Winchester the moment we set eyes on each other. Yeah, I knew it was what every girl probably said but…I knew Dean.

I knew what made him tick. What made him happy. What made him sad. Knew what his favorite food was. Favorite band. Favorite time of day. Hell, I even knew what his favorite shampoo was. So my affection was way deeper than those girls he spotted in every other bar.

So what changed, you ask? Easy.

It all started after one of the most exhausting cases we’ve ever worked on. I’d tell you all about it but just the thought brings an awful taste in my mouth and I didn’t want to ruin this special moment between Dean and I.

He’s still doing push ups, by the way. And still pecking me one on the lips.

But it was during our fourth-or fifth- round of shots at the bar that Dean slightly staggered over to me, and with a huge exhale of breath, grabbed my face and gave me one of the most sloppy kisses I’ve ever had. It was so messy that his slobber went from my lips to my jaw because he “got dizzy”.

One would think things would get awkward the next day. Nope. Not in our case. Dean was holding hands with me with every chance he got. Played with my hair and fingers whenever we had chill time at the motels we stayed in while Sam went to check it some reports at the police station.

Things just fell naturally. That’s the way we worked. End of story.

So it was no surprise when Dean asked me to “spot” him while he worked out in the training room. He had me lay down on the mat, ignoring the confused look on my face, and when he positioned himself above me, I smiled in realization.

“Nice, Winchester,” I said. “So, I’m your cheerleader now?”

Dean smirked and went down for his first push up. “More like motivation.” Kiss. “Maybe I can convince you into a little match of wrestling…”

I giggled when he went up on his push up. “You’re insane,” I breathed.

Down. Kiss.

“It’s your fault,” he murmured. “Now start countin’. The quicker I do this, the sooner I’ll have you rolling around this mat.”

Oh god.

“You’re on, Dean Winchester.”

Up. Down. Kiss.

This is for my beautiful Karina @thing-you-do-with-that-thing I’m sorry it took a while for me to get this out, babe!! I love you!!!! *hides face* I hope you like it!!

By Accident

Prompt: this is for @girl-next-door-writes celebration challenge! the song i got was accidentally in love—counting crows.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,224

Warnings: none, just fluff (:

A/N: i had such a fun time writing this. i love steve so much. thanks for letting me be a part of this challenge!

Accidentally in Love—Counting Crows.


(not my gif)

It’d been four months of dates. At first it was just for fun. And that was fine. You’d started dating him only to appease Natasha and Bucky. They had both sworn Steve liked you, was attracted to you. “Just give him a chance!” They had told you over and over again. But now… now Captain Steve Rogers was your boyfriend. And there was something about him that made him grow on you everyday. He was kind and gentlemanly and handsome and you liked him, a lot. And if you didn’t know yourself, you’d say you were falling for him. But neither of you were ready for that.

Today was another date. It was going to be more fun for you than him, you were sure. Shopping. Most of the time, you would have taken Natasha or just gone alone, but Steve insisted on the quality time. He’d been gone on a few missions with Bucky and Sam lately. And as much as you loved being a part of missions, you chose to hang back. It might be weird to now take orders from the guy you were sleeping with on the regular.

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Good girls don’t (sneak peek)

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting in, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

“Hello! Are you there?” You heard someone say right next to you, the sound of your voice taking you by surprise and causing you to jump on your seat as a gasp left your lips. You had to thank your lucky stars the light in the room was pretty crappy, as you were fairly certain that you must’ve looked like a tomato at the moment, red up to your hair and firing up as you tried to sit still and crossed your legs.

“Jesus, Gems, I should put a bell on you.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, much like you had done with your legs, an armor of protection against the world, just in case someone could read your thoughts and know…

“Sorry, just needed to know if you were still with us.” She smiled, the same childish smile you had seen so many times on her brother before. The very same one that made your knees buckle down every time it was directed at you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit hot.” You smiled, looking at her as she took a seat right next to you, and looked to the stage where her brother was playing the guitar softly.

“He’s killing it, isn’t he?” She grinned, unable to hide her pride. “Makes you wanna kiss the idiot.”

“It does.”

It was impossible not to look at him. Harry owned the stage like he was meant to do just that for the rest of his life like he was born to be a star. Even with his disheveled hair, and the pink pants that you hated, he looked like a star, the brightest one up in the sky, and you couldn’t help but let your heart soar in your chest for him.  

I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in

While he’s touching your skin

This thing upon me, howls like a beast

You flower, you feast

The set finished, although you weren’t sure how long it had lasted or how many songs he had sung. You just knew he looked glorious through every minute of it, and that the most sinful thoughts had reigned over your body during every second of it. He was hot, clammy hands and beads of sweat running down his spine as he made his way to you, and you let your eyes run down his neck, thinking about how it must feel like to kiss it, right where his pulse point was, and taste the saltiness of his skin after a concert.

“You sure you’re ok?” Gemma asked you once again, scrunching up her perfectly done eyebrows as she threw a worried look at you.

“Yeah, Daniel just hasn’t answered my texts all day.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking at her with a soothing smile as she pursed her lips a little bit, the frown on her forehead deepening as she took a big breath, one of those that warned you were about to hear a piece of her mind.

“Good, Daniel’s a bloody wanker, who doesn’t even want to call you his girlfriend. Tell him to sod off, you deserve better.” She said like she had just told an order you were supposed to follow suit. It didn’t matter, anyway. You hadn’t texted Daniel all day, and you weren’t even sure you wanted to. Still, he was a nice excuse, a great diversion from your real thoughts.

“I know.” You nodded.

“Do you girls know” Harry said, as he plopped right between the two of you, and his arms went around each of your shoulders, his lips curling into a huge grin as he looked at you, the sudden urge to kiss him bubbling in your tummy. “this is a party? Why the sad faces?”  

“We just had to listen to you sing.” You smiled, wriggling your eyebrows as his smile disappeared for a second.

“It was quite a travesty,” Gemma added, and by now, the frown on his face was almost ridiculous, as he squinted up his eyes to his sister.

“We’re still recovering.” You said. Harry stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest while he tried to hide the pout that was threatening to come out if he didn’t hear reassuring words in the next couple of seconds.

“You were fantastic.” You caved in, smiling softly as a grin curled up on his lips. For a second there, you could’ve sworn his eyes had flicked to your lips, following the movement of your own as you spoke, but it was too quick, probably just a fickle of your imagination that was still heated up from all the dirty thoughts that had been circling in your mind.

“Thank you, love.” He whispered softly before turning to his sister. “And you’re not invited to anything anymore.”

“She started it!” She complained, rolling her eyes as he jumped from his seat to talk to the crew. He shook every hand, and kissed a lot of cheeks, saying polite things to everyone as he made his way through the room.

“Let’s go and look for him or we’re not getting outta here ever.” She said, smiling widely as she jumped from the table and looked at you, beckoning to follow her. Her expression turned serious, solemn almost, and her hand went to her tummy and she stood up straight. “And then, we’ll party.”

“Oh, I should probably go and look for Daniel.” You said, stammering a little when your eyes fell on your lap, not wanting to look at Harry anymore than you had to. You were afraid that if you did, he would know all the things you would let him do to you.

“Oh, no!” Gemma said, widening her eyes as she took your hand in hers to pull you off of your seat. “I told you, Daniel’s a bloody wanker. We’re going to party and he can go fuck himself.”

There was not much room for discussion, cause her hand was firmly wrapped around yours and as she started to walk to the exit, she dragged you behind, making you run a little so you could keep up with her. Harry shrugged, following behind the two of you to quickly disappear into of a black car that was waiting outside for you.

You sat next to Harry, which probably wasn’t the best idea, cause you could feel the warmth his body irradiated right next to you, threatening to spark the fire that had already settled down. Your fingers trembled, itching to grab his hand in yours, or maybe to trace down his thigh, squeezing the meaty parts between them as you leaned to give him a kiss.

The ride was torturously slow, every bit of it filled with Harry’s scent, cologne mixed with the sweat of his skin, and with the thoughts of him pressing you down to the mattress, arms pinned to the bed while his lips sucked on your skin. You could barely keep up with the lazy conversation, dizzy from all the images that kept rushing in your head.

“Babe?” You heard Harry say, but that wasn’t what caught your attention at all. It was the sparks, literal electric energy, that escaped out of your skin when he touched you, skimming his fingers lightly on your arm to call for you. A gush of air left your lips, and your eyes slowly met with his. They were green, bright and sweet even in the dim light of the car, and they looked at you with such intensity you had to wonder if the world had disappeared around you. “We’re here.” But it hadn’t. You looked out of the window now that the car had stopped, and for the first time, you noticed you were in front of Harry’s brand new home.

“I thought we were going to party.” You said in confusion, taking his hand to let him help you out of the car. This time it was more of a firework, a subtle, intimate firework that sparkled and shined just for the two of you. You looked at your joined hands, wondering if you were going crazy, or if he could feel it, the silent pleading of your own body to be his.

“I’m not in the mood for people.” He shrugged. “We can party here. Do you have anywhere else to be?”


“Good, I want you here with me.” He smiled.


The idea of a party often involves alcohol, loud music, and annoying people. This one had all of the above, the bubbles of alcohol buzzing in your head as you laid down. The grass was wet and it was probably a bad idea to lie on it while wearing a dress, but Harry was next to you and you were gazing at the few stars that popped up in London’s sky, so nothing really mattered.

The back of his fingers brushed against yours and you turned around to look at him. There was a boyish smile on his face, showing off his dimples as he laid on his side. His bottom lip got trapped between his teeth, and once more the intensity of his gaze was enough to leave you breathless.

“You deserve better, y’know that, right?” He said in a low voice, his minty breath fanning over your skin as you tilted your head to one side.

“Not everyone can be Harry Styles.” You shrugged, a smile curling up the corner of your lips when you peered up to be. “He’s not half as bad as Gemma makes him out to be, Harry. And it’s not that serious, anyway. I don’t wanna marry him, I just…”

“He’s a nice shag?” He smirked.

“He’s decent, and I’m not discussing my sex life with you. I’m not that drunk.”

“He cannot be a good shag.” Harry chuckled in disbelief, turning to lie on his back. The little hairs on your neck rose, looking at him as the light laughter rumbled in his belly. “First, I’ve seen his cock…”


“It’s not that impressive.”

“What were you doing looking at his…” You stopped yourself, grunting a bit as you turned around to lie on your back as well. Your arms crossed over your chest and you frowned as you looked at the stars up above you.

“His what?”


“Oh, c’mon, say it!”


“That word has to look so fucking pretty coming out of your lips. C’mon, say it.”

“You’re an idiot, Jesus.” You laughed, but still, a weird pride settled in your tummy at his words. Pretty, something looked pretty when you said it.

“Just say it!”

“His cock, Harry, his cock!”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I get separate scenarios of Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi, and Tsukishima saying dirty things to their female s/o but she is so pure and innocent and clueless that she doesn't get a thing that they're saying? It can be fluffy at the end like they tell her what it means or they keep her innocence. Thanks again!

Lol, poor thing! I honestly feel like all of these guys could - and would - have a significant other like this. My thirst for their corruption is real!

Enjoy, Anon!

P.s. I hardcore headcanon that Akaashi is the most sexually experienced out of all the Haikyuu!! boys. There’s no way that pretty head and setter hands don’t know their way around a body! (;

Really, when the words had left his lips to whisper into ear about what he could do to her later than night, he was expecting a much bigger reaction than what he had received. Instead, Kuroo stared at her blank face, her brows furrowing slightly as she turned to look at him, the confusion evident in every feature.

“What?” she questioned and for a split second, he was certain that she was joking. That she was playing up this innocent act that she was so known for. So when he smirked and she still gave no more reaction to them, he instantly became worried that he would have to explain them: out loud.

The laugh that left him held a note of uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now that he had the potential of corrupting her beyond anything that she had apparently known. Instead, he smiled genuinely, charmed by this innocence he was glad to know was so pure, and leaned to gently peck her lips with his own. That mouth quickly smirked upward, his gaze becoming sultry as his fingers slowly traveled up the skin of her thigh. “I can show you, yeah?”

The moment Oikawa saw her brows pinch together, he was terrified that he had crossed too far over a boundary line that had yet to be established. He had assumed too much and now they thought he was a disgusting pig, he was absolutely certain that was the case. 

A panic surged into his stomach and his own expression took on that of horror, his hand instinctively reaching out to clasp tightly to hers. “I’m so sorry,” he spoke quickly, desperate to make up for the idiotic mistake he was sure he had made, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Now her expression sank deeper, the corners of her lips tilted down in the slightest. “For what?” she asked then, fingers returning the hold of his, but a new wave of confusion washed over her with the reaction he was portraying now - so different from the confidence he had possessed when he had originally spoken the unknown phrase to her, “I’m not sure what you even said.”

Almost instantly, his confidence returned, the fire stoked by the idea of tainting someone who was so pure. He wanted to be the one to do that, to deliver the words, the touches, and the actions that pulled that untarnished mind and body. Pressing his lips against the shell of her ear, he was quick proud of the bright red that carried over the surface of her face as he purred his next words.

Akaashi had expected the blank response he got after his insinuation of what he could do to her when they were back at his home. Knew that the statement would make little to no sense for someone who was so innocent. And he loved it. Loved that he had this experience that he would be able to carefully teach them with elicit words and expert touches.

A small mischievous smile rested on his expression, body remaining close to hers as he leaned back into his seat, hand casually resting on her knee where his thumb gently stroked. Of course, he’d wait patiently. He wanted her to be curious, to want to know about the things he suggested and to learn. Never would he push for her to face these things unless she wanted to.

Watching as the thoughts swam around in her head was endearing, aware that she was trying to make sense of the words without having any knowledge of where to base them on. “What does that mean?” she finally asked, eyes falling to his hand on her knee.

His eyes surveyed her carefully before leaning in to press his lips delicately to her chin to then bring them to her ear, where he nipped lightly at her lobe. “I could tell you, or I could show you,” he offered, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch, “just say the word.”

“Oh?” was the first thing that left her lips when Tsukishima pulled away from whispering into her ear. Her gaze was on the floor before turning up to him to see his lips pulled back in the smallest of smirks which instantly caused her own to drop. “Okay, don’t laugh,” she started, instantly catching the full attention of the boy that she was sure was teasing her, “but I don’t understand.”

His expression faltered slightly, which was amusing in itself to see the collected Tsukishima so taken aback by the simple comment. It was regained quickly though, his arms crossing over the surface of the desk before him, eyes taking her in thoughtfully. “Not a bit of it?” he questioned then, voice curious.

“Not a bit,” she admitted shamelessly. She knew what this could mean for her, especially when it came to the blond before her, but she was used to his relentless teasing. She was prepared for what was inevitable.

But what did come, she hadn’t expected in the slightest. The smile had returned, this time carrying a new hint of something she wasn’t entirely sure of. There was a meaning behind it that was lost to her, but she guessed she would find out soon if she knew her boyfriend at all. “Then tomorrow be ready for your first tutoring lesson.”

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 3- First Kiss

Thanks for the feedback a couple months ago! Seemed that a number of you liked the idea of me covering this day’s theme, so I went for it. Hope you enjoy it! ;)

First Things First

Sherlock shoved the lift button aggressively.

“Alright, relax,” John counseled. “The button didn’t pull Molly into an unexpected meeting.”

“It could have worked today, John! I could have done it!” Sherlock complained as the doors finally opened and they got in the lift. “It’s been almost three weeks now and I can’t understand why this is so difficult!”

“Maybe you’re making a bit more of this than you need to.” After receiving a glare, John put his hands up defensively and clarified. “No no, look, I’m not saying that asking Molly out isn’t a big deal. I’m just saying that maybe you need to put a bit less pressure on yourself to do it perfectly.”

“But I have a speech, John!”

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“Whose dog is that?” and “You didn’t tell me you had a dog!” Hamburr or jamilton please!

Alex is sprawled on the bed, watching as Aaron slips his shirt back over his shoulders and starts to button it, covering his chest up inch by inch and making Alex wish, not for the first time, that Aaron was staying the night. 

But, as always, the question gets caught in Alex’s throat, too worried that asking it would break whatever new, fragile thing they have going on. So he just continues to watch, trying not to look too put out as Aaron finishes buttoning up his shirt. 

“Could you hand me my phone?” Aaron asks, nodding to where it’s lying on the bedside table.

Alex stretches for it, his finger hitting the home button and making the screen light up. And then Alex can’t resist, eyes roaming over the background. “Whose dog is that?” Alex asks, narrowing his eyes as he takes in the fluffy golden retriever staring back at him, tongue hanging out.


“Yours?” Alex asks, turning his head sharply to stare at Aaron, who is now getting his shoes on. “You didn’t tell me you had a dog!” He thinks he hears Aaron sigh as he bends down to tie his shoe laces. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked,” is Aaron’s response, the man still focused on his laces. Then he peers up to look at Alex, eyebrows raised. “Why are you so shocked?”

“Cause you never told me! We’ve been-” He cuts off, not sure exactly what they’ve been. The term ‘friends’ doesn’t really seem to suit them. They only recently started talking outside of work, and then doing not so much talking and much more of other things. “We’ve been sleeping together,” Alex finally says. “I feel like I should know personal details.”

Aaron straightens up and fixes Alex with an amused look. “So while we’re having sex, you want me to tell you things like, ‘I have a dog’?” 

Alex splutters at that, face heating up. “No! That’s not what I meant and you know it! I just meant that…” He pauses, chewing at his lips as he considers what exactly he meant. 

Ever since he met Aaron he’s been fascinated by him. He’s the definition of calm, cool, and collected, so basically everything Alex isn’t. And Alex thought he hated people like that, but there’s something about Aaron that pulls him in. He’s sharp, always saying something Alex doesn’t expect, taking him by surprise. Not many people can take Alex by surprise. He usually doesn’t people who do, either.

But it’s different with Aaron. And he wants more. He wants to know everything.

“Alexander?” Aaron asks, voice slightly concerned and making Alex flush even more, realizing a long silence had been stretching out between them. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Alex says quickly, shoving the phone into Aaron’s hand. “Sorry. I just…yeah. Never mind. I’ll see you next weekend, or whenever.” He laughs, the sound strange in his ears. He shouldn’t presume Aaron will want to see him.

“What about work?”

“Sure, work.” Alex nods, trying to smile. Him and Aaron don’t even talk at work. “I’ll pass by your desk a few times and you’ll nod at me before you leave. Sounds good.” God, he sounds crazy, but he can’t stop the words from flowing. “Great conversation to look forward to at work. I’ll spend the week not learning anything about you as always. Can’t wait.”

Aaron just stares at him, expression slightly shocked. The moment stretches on, and eventually Alex is the one who looks away, fiddling with the covers on his bed. He hears Aaron murmurs a quiet goodbye, and then his door is closing, and Alex slumps onto the bed, doing his best to ignore the tightness in his throat.


Aaron invites him over to his house the next weekend.

He even did it at work, in front of all their co-workers, and Alex had actually spit some of his coffee out like in some movie, making Aaron rolls his eyes. But then Alex had said yes, well, yelled it really, and Aaron had looked pleased, nodding with a smile before going back to his desk.

And that’s how Alex finds himself on Aaron’s doorstep Saturday night, taking a deep breath as he raises his hand to knock. He waits a few moments, only silence greeting him, but then Aaron is there, opening the door and beckoning Alex inside.

Alex steps in, looking around expectantly. “I thought you had a dog.”

“I do,” Aaron says, giving him a weird look.

“Where is it?” Alex asks, toeing off his shoes and looking around some more. “I thought he would be all over me as soon as I walked in, or at least barking. I even wore my not good pants just in case I got fur all over them.”

“How wise,” Aaron tells him dryly. “Wilson doesn’t bark. Or jump on people. He’s very docile.”

Alex stares at Aaron, wide eyed. “Wait, wait, wait. Wilson? You named your dog Wilson? What kind of name is that?” He snorts when Aaron just glares at him, moving further into the house. 

Then he’s stopping, eyes landing on the dog, who’s sitting right in the middle of the kitchen, eyes on him and Aaron, tail twitching back and forth on the floor. Even when Alex whistles, beckoning with his hand, the dog just sits and stares.

“Is he alive?” Alex asks, only half joking, but Aaron laughs anyway.

“He doesn’t really like being pet.” He pauses, eyes darting to Alex and then staying there. “I have two cats as well. He takes after them.”

“That actually explains a lot.”

“You should see when he tries to jump on the furniture.”

Alex laughs, and then he’s letting Aaron lead him over the bedroom, his heart already starting to beat a little faster in his chest. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to kissing Aaron, or being kissed by him. 

He catches one last glance at Wilson before the door is being closed, still sitting in the same position, and he can’t help but snort, somehow feeling like Wilson is the perfect name for that dog.

But then Aaron is kissing him, and Alex can’t think about anything else.

Aaron kisses him hard, lips firm but soft, and then he’s pulling away, eyes dark. “I have a sister,” he murmurs, making Alex furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “Older than me by a year.” Aaron kisses him again, pushing him towards the bed. “One Halloween we dressed as Batman and the Batmobile. I was the Batmobile.”

“Aaron,” Alex starts, wondering what the hell he’s doing.

But Aaron just kisses him again, hands sliding down Alex’s chest. “I thought I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid,” he whispers, leaning in to place a kiss on Alex’s jaw. “My favorite color is maroon.”

Alex only has another moment of confusion as Aaron kisses his mouth again, but then it clicks. Aaron is giving him personal details. The thought makes Alex surge forward, kissing Aaron even harder, his arms wrapping around Aaron’s neck.

Aaron chuckles against his lips, pulling Alex closer as his hands go to his waist. “I take long showers,” he continues, and Alex smiles. “And I wear socks to bed because my feet get cold. My favorite flavor of ice cream is strawberry.”

Alex wrinkles his nose at that. “Really? Strawberry? The worst flavor?”

“Are you mocking me?” Aaron asks, lips quirking into a smile. “I decide to share my personal life with you and you make fun of me? That’s not nice.”

“I’m not a nice person.”

Aaron hums, leaning in to kiss Alex again. “I would disagree with that,” he murmurs, lips brushing against Alex’s. “I think you’re nice. Loud and brash and reckless, but nice.” He pulls back, eyes on Alex’s. “I like you, Alexander.”

Alex swallows, trying to keep his hands from shaking or from passing out. “I like you, too,” he whispers, his breath stuttering as he says the words. But Aaron just keeps smiling at him, and Alex feels his heart leap. “I like you a lot.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Aaron says. “Now, do you want to hear more about my childhood, or can we continue?”

Alex laughs. “I’m good for now, thanks.” He kisses Aaron gently, eyes closing. “But maybe in the morning…” He trails off, not wanting to invite himself for the night, but he hears Aaron hum, and then they’re kissing again.

“In the morning,” Aaron agrees, and Alex grins as he’s pushed onto the bed, feeling like he’s on top of the world. 

An Unfamiliar Feeling

Pairing: Reader x Joshua
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Joshua isn’t a jealous person. So why does he feel like this?
Word count: 4k
A/N: thank you to @shouldwefall for helping me plot this!

Originally posted by j-miki

Joshua Hong was not a jealous person. If anything, his friends seemed to tease him for being too relaxed about things; like that time in junior high where he was supposed to sing the solo in choir, but some kid in the grade below kicked up so much of a fuss that the auditor switched it around. Or when he was expected to win the subject award for English in senior year, but a kid who’d just come into the class that year stole it from underneath him. Or when he was planning to ask one the girl he was kind of interested in at the time to prom, but one of his friends asked her first. He was mild-mannered, he’d always been.

So to be feeling something like this was so foreign to him.

“You always said that Jeonghan was cool, but I didn’t expect him to be this cool,” You breathed, sitting back on the couch. You had a massive grin from ear to ear, and your eyes were lit up in a way that Josh hadn’t seen recently.
“Yeah!” He smiled and nodded at you, trying to shift the uncomfortable weight in his chest. “I can’t believe it’s taken you guys so long to finally meet.”
“I’m so glad we finally have,” you sighed happily, running a hand through your hair. “You always seem to find the most interesting people.”

You and Joshua had known each other for years. You couldn’t quite remember the exact time the two of you became friends, but you were hard-pressed to remember a time that he hadn’t been in your life. You’d graduated high school together, and you’d both moved to go to the same university. Ever since you’d met, you’d become constant staples in each other’s lives. You’d thought to yourself many times how empty your life would feel without him. He very much felt the same.

That’s why, when the initial feelings of discomfort had set in once he’d introduced you to Jeonghan, he palmed it off as just disliking the idea of things changing. They’d been the same way for a very long time, of course. He’d been content with that, for a day or two. He’d smiled and nodded when you first mentioned the two of you had been texting. He’d done a pretty good job of ignoring the uncomfortable weight on his chest. But, it had been a few weeks now, and every time you brought Jeonghan up, he felt himself tense up. It was getting more difficult to ignore it.

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Shh (NSFW) (Drabble)

Summary: Castiel drops in your room by surprise. 
Pairing: Castiel x Winchester!Reader
Word Counting: 600 and something words
Warnings: Fingering, oral sex, smut, cussing, Drabble

This is part of the “Do it like Team Free Will” Challenge

Gif prompt is under the line.

“Cas.” You whispered.

The angel looked down at you, his eyes drinking from your figure with a dark tone you’ve never seen before.

It was all an accident. Ever after years, Castiel was still one to pop in and out of places without warning and you knew it would start an embarrassing situation soon. Of course, it had to be with you out of all Winchesters.

You were lied on your bed, panties and t-shirt being the only pieces of fabric covering your body, and ready to take matters in hands. You were on the edge of arousal for hours, daydreaming about Castiel in the library of the bunker while researching for a case with your brothers and the said angel.

What you never imagined was that he would undress his coat and lay by your side the moment he saw you.


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anonymous asked:

That Jumin angst was so heartbreaking yet so amazing. Damn Chairman Han. He keeps going out with gold diggers and his son never complians, yet when he finds someone he loves, the chairman loses his mind? Can I please request a happy ending to it?

Sorry it took so long, but here’s the happy end! If you haven’t read the first part, you can click here. Also, if you want maximum feels while reading it, click here for some background music. ;) 

Jumin should’ve seen it coming from his father’s vague comments throughout the evening. But even if he knew, it wouldn’t have prepared him to see MC walk into the conference room along with her new boss. Now more than ever, he wished he did more research on this client and, more importantly, their assistant.

In a rush of confidence, he had asked MC afterwards if they could speak, and that’s how they ended up here in the small, secluded courtyard at the back of the building. The night sky hung above them, the cityscape sparkled in front of them, and a barrier of silence stood between them.

“I’ve missed you.”

The words came out of Jumin’s mouth involuntarily.  Perhaps they had been festering inside of him for months, and were torn out of him magically by her presence.

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. “Jumin,” she began. But no other words followed. It was as if they were trapped in her throat, and she was unwilling to release them.

“I don’t have any expectations of you,” he said. He turned his gaze to the buildings in the distance. “I never had. I just…want you to know, in case you decide to leave once more.”

He was surprised by the sniffling he heard. He started slightly before turning to look at her. MC had her hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Jumin reached out a tentative hand to touch her shoulder. “MC? Are you…are you okay?”

She swallowed, waiting a moment to speak. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know” she rasped. A few more silent tears escaped. “I just thought it might be for the better.”

“Are you unhappy with life?” he asked. He held out a handkerchief to her. She gave a watery chuckle at the pawprint embroidered in the corner before taking it. “It seems you have a good job at a good company.”

MC chewed on her bottom lip. “Yeah,” she choked. “But, I’m not nearly good enough for you.”

For him? He dared to hope that she always intended to return to him. Even if he wished she had never left in the first place. He gingerly reached, his fingers grazing her shoulder. She tensed under his touch but slowly turned to face him. “You don’t need to prove yourself, MC. You never have. You know that, if it came down to it, I’d choose you over this life, right?”

Her lip trembled, and his own chest constricted. It was a strange sensation really. It was as if his heart had been dead all these months, and now it was starting to beat once more. It was simultaneously painful and liberating.

“I would never make you choose, Jumin,” MC said. “I would never ask you to choose between your family or your home and me.”

“Then why do you think I would ever make you choose?” he returned evenly. “I never once asked you to change yourself to fit in better. All I ever wanted was for us to start something new together. Neither one of us should feel the need to fit. I just thought…I just thought you wanted to leave, so I went along with what I thought might make you happy.”

“I know. You are always too thoughtful,” she replied. There was only a ghost of a smile on her lips, but the sight made Jumin lighter. “But what about your father? I don’t want to come between you–”

Jumin interrupted with a chuckle. “I have a feeling it’s not a coincidence my father targeted this particular client…for whom you happened to work. He may have his…frustrating moments, but he is a good father in the end.”

Realization flashed across her features before she too let out a laugh.She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and the gaping hole inside Jumin’s chest slowly shrunk until it was nothing more than a painful memory. “So,” he began, his fingers intertwining with her own. It all felt so familiar…and right. “Can we start again?”

MC’s mouth twitched upwards before she pushed herself to her toes. She pressed a kiss to his lips. It was so quick and light that it sent shudders through Jumin. All at once, his complicated world became simple again. His heart could breathe, finally free from its suffocating ropes.

As MC wrapped her arms around him, her warmth enveloped him and he smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. Perhaps fate wasn’t cruel after all.

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When You Can’t Sleep

  It was getting later and later, and still stubbornly sleep evaded you, refusing to allow you to retire from what had been an admittedly difficult day. You had tried everything you could think of, short of actually knocking yourself out, but none of it was working. Counting sheep, patterned breathing, you had even done that thing where you think about every muscle individually and relax them one at a time, but even that hadn’t helped. The once comforting and familiar darkness of your room was staring to creep you out in all honesty. That was how you knew it was time to take action. You turned over in bed to face  your soundly sleeping boyfriend. You crinkled your nose in indecision. He had said that he was here to help you with anything… But you were unsure whether or not that included waking him at 2:00 in the morning because you couldn’t sleep. But at this point, you didn’t care anymore, you were desperate. Taking a deep breath you reached out to touch his back and wake him.

  Tamaki instantly responded to your touch, rolling over and pulling you lazily but firmly into his arms. “Mon amour… what is it you need so early?” You looked into his half lidded eyes, apologetic. You almost regretted waking him up… “I can’t sleep.” you explained, hardly over a whisper. In response he simply grinned down at you. “Well why didn’t you say so? Would you like me to tell you a story?” You simply nodded in response. He thought for a moment, trying to find just the right story to tell. After a while, he began in a low, melodious voice, rough with sleep. “Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess…” You smiled, snuggling deeper into his comforting warmth. How did you get so lucky, you wondered, as to have a boyfriend like this. You finally fell asleep, more to his voice telling the story more than the words he was saying, counting your blessings, him following shortly thereafter.

  Kyoya didn’t move. His sleeping mind ignored your touch and went on with its much loved sleep. You were hesitant to try again, since everyone knows that its practically asking for death to wake Kyoya from his sleep, but the shadows in the room had become more menacing than comforting, and all you wanted to sleep. Once you got him awake, you knew he would know what to do. He always did. So, once more you reached out a tentative hand and shook him slightly harder than last time. “Kyoya?” Your soft voice roused him that last push and he rolled over to face you, glaring slightly. “Whatever could you possibly need at this hour (y/n)?” You pouted slightly. “I’m sorry I woke you Kyoya. I just… I couldn’t sleep and you said that if I ever needed something that I could ask you.” He sighed, but his gaze did soften exponentially. “I suppose I did say that. What would you request of me, now that I’m up?” You thought about it for a moment. “Talk to me? Put me to sleep Kyoya.” His eyebrow raised lazily. “Are you calling me boring (y/n)?” You flushed slightly at the misunderstanding. “No! I just… I don’t know, it seemed  like a good idea.” He pursed his lips slightly, thinking. “How about we go on a drive? I’m already up, and I’ve read that the motions of the car can help to lull people to sleep.” You thought it over. There’s no reason it wouldn’t work really… and worst case scenario, the city is really pretty at night. “Alright, let’s go then.”

  Hikaru, to your surprise was already awake. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked you. You nodded your head, confirming his statement. “What do we do now?” He wrapped his arms around you, running a hand absentmindedly through your (h/c) hair. “I dunno.” He responded absently, thinking on what to do now that you were both, regrettably, awake. “Screw it.” he stated, causing you to raise your eyebrows in question. “Wanna go play video games until we pass out?” You laughed slightly. Of course his big idea was to play video games. “Why not.” You agreed. The two of you got up, heading downstairs in just your pajamas. You sat on the couch as he set up the console. “What do you want to play?” He asked, eliciting a shrug and noncommittal noise from you. He popped something random into the machine and joined you on the couch. The game he put in was some sort of deep sea diving game that he claimed would help the two of you relax. It did just that, as not even ten minutes into the game, the two of you were passed out on the couch in a heap, snoring loudly.

  Kaoru was up as soon as you touched his back. Groaning, he rolled over, not even opening his eyes as he pulled you to his chest. “Yes (y/n)?” Frowning a bit, you hugged him in apology. “I’m sorry for waking you. I couldn’t sleep…” He sighed a bit, still not fully awake, and clearly wanting to be back asleep. Rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him, he put his lip to your ears. “Go to sleep (y/n),” he whispered gently. He continued absentmindedly whispering into your ear, his voice lulling you to sleep faster than anything else you could have tried. He whispered anything and everything he thought of to you, his voice being more important than the actual words. He whispered about what you two were going to do tomorrow to start with, but right before you fell asleep, you were pretty sure you heard him whispering the grocery list to you. You felt his lips on your forehead, just before you heard “Goodnight (y/n), sleep well.”

  Mori took some effort to wake, seeing as he was basically a human brick wall, but once he was up, you had all of his attention. It actually surprised and impressed you how fast he went from asleep to completely alert and aware. His eyes questioned you as he looked down at you. “I couldn’t sleep…” you whispered, somewhat reluctant to break the peaceful atmosphere. He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. “Sleep now (y/n).” He said in his deep, comforting voice. He then proceeded to run his hands through your (h/c) hair, massaging your scalp lightly as he did so. His massaging trailed down your back, eliciting an almost purr-like sound from your throat, causing him to chuckle in response. He trailed his way down your back slowly, causing every muscle in you to relax. You ended up falling asleep to a particularly comforting massage on your lower back. He gazed fondly down at your finally sleeping form, a  slight smile on his lips, before eventually dozing off, joining you in the dream land in your minds.

  Honey, to your surprise and great relief was already up. He turned over to face you the second he felt your hand touch his back. “What are you doing up (y/n)-chan?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion. “I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?” You questioned, genuinely curious as to why he wasn’t sleeping. “Well, you see I was trying to decide whether or not to have my special cake night tonight, because if I did then I would have to leave you up here all by yourself! I didn’t want to do that, but I really wanted some cake!” You grinned at his eagerness and pleading eyes. He was dropping some not-so-subtle hints.You pretended to think it over for a moment. “Well, I suppose since I’m up…” his eyes lit up as you dragged out the sentence, “maybe we could go downstairs and eat the cake together.” He jumped out of the bed in record speed, dragging you behind him. “I was thinking the same thing!” Laughing, you followed him down to the kitchen. There was no chance of sleep tonight, you realized, but you got some Honey time and that was always a win in your opinion. Besides, maybe tomorrow you could take a nap together~

 Not requested by anyone in particular, I just felt like writing this one! If you have any requests, send them on my way~ Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated, and please send and=y tips, I’m always looking for ways to be a better writer! Thank you for reading! Sincerely, 

Ashes~ <3

Dating Rafael Barba would include:
  • Your relationship would be far from perfect, but you would make it work. 
  • Your first date consisted of a nice evening at a fine restaurant and then ended with a walk in Central Park. 
  • Rafael would be such a romantic from time to time. 
  • You would teasingly ask him, “What happened to my boyfriend Rafael and who are you?” 
  • But you kept those moments close to your heart because when they did happen, it made them extra special. 
  • Rafael would be much happier with you in his life and you couldn’t agree more. 
  • Rafael and you didn’t have to say ‘I love you’ to each other to know, even though you would still say it regardless.
  • “Did you get something to eat? if not I can bring you something if you’re stuck in the office.” This would usually come from you, or you would write something like 
  • “Did you leave the office last night? When you don’t get a response you automatically know that means no. “I’m coming to get you.” 
  • You would receive multiple text messages and if he could squeeze it in a few phone calls, because he wanted to hear your voice. 
  • You would roll your eyes and remind him that you needed to your butt back to work, and that would you see him after hours. 
  • “Don’t work too hard, you might have to save your energy for what I am going to do to you tonight.” Rafael chimed in a snarky voice. 
  • “What the hell is that suppose to mean, Rafael? Are you telling me that…” 
  • He would quickly cut you off with: “You know what I mean, Cariño. Now I have to go. Love you!” 
  • You shake your head and sigh after you two hung up, because then you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to you. 
  • Your parents approving of Rafael. They think he is the right match for you and that you balance each other. Your dad likes his quickness on his feet with some of his comments. 
  • His mother adores you. You are the right woman for her Rafi. 
  • You go to Church together and try to make it Mass every Sunday and meet his mother. 
  • Sometimes you even go to brunch together. Hands down, Sunday was your favorite day of the week. 
  • That doesn’t guarantee Barba getting called in if the detectives are working on an important case. 
  •  As a ADA he was constantly dedicating himself to his work as he prosecuted and fought tooth and nail to put bad, evil people who deserve to be in prison.  
  • He was your hero. 
  • You would make sure to tell these things, to boost his confidence, even thought he tries to portray himself as this character, he still has his insecure moments. 
  • If you’re not working, you enjoy watching him in court. He is quite entertaining to watch. 
  • You like being there after his win on a major case, and you being the first thing he sees and then he runs over and gives you a big bear hug. 
  • “You did it! Just like I said you would!” You said, after he pecked your cheek with a kiss. 
  • “You’re right, just like always, y/n. I guess I need to start believing you more often.” He said, wrapping a tight hand around your waist, as you both strutted away from the court building. 
  • “Yes but you need to start having a little bit more faith in yourself, Rafi. You’ve been doing this so long now. You should have no problem.” You raised an eyebrow. 
  • “But that’s what I have you for, Cariño. You pick me up again and tell me what I hear. You give me everything I need.” He smirked cutting his eyes over at you for a second. 
  • “Now you’re pushing it. And it’s working.” You smiled wildly. He liked the sound of that. 
  • “What do you want to do tonight?” You asked him, you thought about going out to dinner, but you wanted to hear what Rafi thought. 
  • “How does relaxing and watching tv shows and starting series we will probably never finish?” He suggested with a shrug. 
  • “I like that idea! My place?” You were looking forward to your night in already.
  • “Sounds good to me. I love you, Y/N.” 
  • “I love you more, Rafael Barba.” 
  • “I was going to wait and do this at a different time, but I think this is a appropriate time.” Rafael begins to dig around in his coat pocket, to reveal a miniature black box. 
  • He gets down on one knee and I think you know what comes next. 
  • “Y/N would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, Mrs. Y/N Barba?” He looked up at you with excited eyes and popped the ring bow open. 
  • “Oh Rafael! Yes! A thousand times yes!” 
  • And then you two lived happily ever after.

 The End!

A/N: This was for @yourtropegirl Raul Esparza appreciation week! Which I was so glad to write for!! 

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The Inevitable

Newt Scamander x Reader

Originally posted by secretly-a-wizard

“Simply gorgeous, isn’t she?”

You peered over Newt’s shoulder. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were cheating on me,” you teased, kissing his cheek.

Newt chuckled, smiling that innocent smile of his. “Never, darling, never.” He reached out and stroked the newborn creature’s sleeping face before moving away as the mother sent him a daring look. “Terribly sorry, milady,” Newt apologized, holding up his hands defensively.

You giggled at him. “Let’s go, before you anger anymore women,” you said, dragging him away by the hand.

You were in a flirty mood today, he could tell. He could especially tell when you pushed him down against a rock with moss growing over it.

You kissed him, gently at first. He cupped your cheek with one hand, gladly meeting your mouth. His other hand held your waist.

“[Y/n],” he said in between kisses, “you’re being awfully affectionate today.”

You shrugged. “Do you not want me to be?”

Newt shook his head. “No, no, I quite like it. It was just something I noticed.”

You both climbed out of the case an hour later, Newt wildly running a comb through his hair to tame it. 

“Your hair looks even worse,” he said when you teased him. “It’s not like no one knows.”

“Yes, anymore,” Newt said, recalling the moment when he thought about you just a tad too loud. Queenie squealed and told everyone over dinner that night. 

You frowned. “Did you not want anyone to know?” you asked. His eyes softened. “[Y/n], of course that’s not what I meant.” He held your hand. “It was inevitable that they were too find out eventually, I just mean that it was a tad…well, embarrassing, the way they did.”

You chuckled. “Alright, alright, I believe you,” you said, kissing him softly. He groaned against your lips. “You really shouldn’t have kissed me again,” he mumbled. 

“Why is that?”

“Because it’s only inevitable that I will bed you once more.”

You produced your wand, flicking it and the lock on the doorknob turned. “If it’s inevitable, who am I to stop it?” you smirked. 

Queenie, down stairs, hummed to herself as she washed dishes, preparing to cook food for everyone. 

“Hey, Queenie,” Tina said, strolling in. “Can you-”

Her sister cut her off by suddenly shrieking. “Queenie, what’s wrong?!” Tina exclaimed, reaching for her wand. 

“[Y/n] and Newt are having sex!” she said shrilly. 

Jacob choked on his tea. 

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Rosie had been delighted that John would soon be able to come to her classes to watch her dance, so she made a calendar to mark off when she practised and the number of days until her daddy was coming to her first class.

Just like the teacher had said, they spent the next two weeks repeating what they had learned in their last class, but now they could all do the moves almost every time on their own without being reminded or needing help.

The weekend before the first class John was going to get to go along, he had free, so he took her out for a little father/daughter bonding time and brought her a new leotard set.  They had found the perfect one and they were sure Sherlock would love it.  It was pale yellow with little bumblebees and white flowers on it and they brought a matching yellow tutu. Rosie was exuberant and couldn’t wait to get home to show her papa.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” she asked her daddy.

“I’m sure he’ll love it, you know bees are his favourite things next to you and me.” John answered her.

When they arrived home two hours later after some more shopping for preschool clothes they found Sherlock in the midst of a case, he had declined on texting John since this was the first real time he had to spend with Rosie in weeks.

Rosie was excited to show Sherlock all her new clothing and he took the time out of the case while she modeled all her new clothes and she saved the best for last, her new leotard outfit.

“Rosie! It’s beautiful just like you!”  he exclaimed.

She blushed and curled her fingers together and swayed back and forth while Sherlock dropped to his knees and gave her a big hug and kiss.

“Listen sweetheart, I have to go out now and help Uncle Greg with a case, but I love all your new outfits and I bet daddy has some fun things for you and him to do this evening.”

She pouted, but she knew it was his job and she was happy because her daddy was staying home with her instead of going along to help her papa out.

Sherlock stood and gave John a kiss and John whispered thank you in his ear for allowing him to have this case off.  Sherlock grinned at him as he waltzed out the door, “it’s barely a five, I should be home by dinner or right there after.”

Since Rosie still had her leotard on, she decided to practise for John and he moved the coffee table so she had the whole area to use and he sat on the sofa and watched her intently.  He was looking forward to Tuesday’s class which was two days away, he just hoped that Sherlock was right and he’d be done his case by then.

She went through her routine three times until she had gone through it without making any mistakes and John had to remind himself not to tell her that she needn’t always be perfect.  If she wanted to practise until she had it perfect then that was her decision, she took after Sherlock in that respect.

The hours passed and Rosie had changed into her play clothes and she and John were sitting at the table playing a game when John received a text from Sherlock that the case had taken a twist and that he wouldn’t be home in time for dinner, probably not until after Rosie was in bed.  Rosie was a bit disappointed, but also happy because it meant extra time with just her and her daddy, even though she preferred it to be the three of them but John had been working a lot so now it was papa’s turn to work.

“So, What should we have for dinner?” He asked Rosie.

She scrunched her nose like Sherlock often does and asked “do we have to make it or can we order out?”

John thought about it momentarily and said, “I planned on cooking, but since it’s just the two of us, we can order out.  What would you like?”

“Chinese.” She answered.

John smiled.  It was amazing how much she was like Sherlock.

Then a serious look came over her face.  “Daddy, what happens if this case isn’t over by Tuesday?”

“Then I will take you to class as planned and you can show papa what you learned when he comes home.”

She thought about it a moment. “I suppose that would be ok, but I’d prefer it if the two of you would be there.”

John got up and walked by her to get the menu and tousled her curls.  “I know you would sweetheart, but sometimes work gets in the way.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I but we’re lucky that we have pretty flexible schedules that one of us can always be there for your classes or events.”

She wrapped her tiny arms around his waist. “Yes I am lucky, some of the girls at school and dance have nannies that watch over them. I’m lucky that I get to have you or papa, sometimes Mrs. Hudson watch over me.  I love you.”

“I love you too sweetie, now let’s order our dinner and make sure I don’t forget to get papa’s favourite.”

Rosie giggled as John dialed the number, like it was a possibility he would forget to order her papa food.

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Be Mine- Newt Scamander x Reader

Valentine’s Day special

A/n: so I decided to post this early. I may or may not have a headcanon or drabble up on Valentine’s day, but here is the imagine I was talking about :) I would also like to let you all know that you are all beautiful, wonderful, talented, smart, and loved. Have a good day and Valentine’s Day you lovely people <3

Warnings: mass quantities of fluff ahead

You awoke to faint sunlight seeping into your room as you stretched your arms up with a slight yawn. Sleepily, you turned over to look for Newt, however, the freckled man was nowhere in sight. You untangled the sheets from your legs and let your feet touch the hard wooded surface of the floor boards. A shuffling was heard down the stairs, and you had assumed that it was Newt, but you had no idea as to why in Merlin’s name he was up so early. Before you left your room, you glanced over at the calendar that sat above Newt’s desk. The bold black letters spiraled into and intricate display of the date, which just so happened to read ‘February 14.’

Today was Valentine’s Day.

You had known that it was approaching, it’s not like you forgot. Valentine’s Day just wasn’t that big of a deal to you. You had never had anyone to share Valentine’s Day with, so the thought of it just simply faded into it being a regular day. You still wanted to get Newt a little gift though, he was your boyfriend after all, and you did love him dearly. You turned back and opened up the chest at the side of your bed to pull out a box draped in white paper and ribbon, and then proceeded to head down to the kitchen.

Today might not have been a huge day to you, but to Newt, it was everything. He was aware that you never had anyone to share it with, and he was quite saddened at the thought. You had told him how your usual Valentine’s Day activities consisted of simply going to work or maybe enjoying some wine by yourself, and Newt understood that this wasn’t a bad thing, but he wanted to do something more for you. Of course you deserved to have special attention and love all the time, but today was different. He had been up for hours putting his plan in action. A wave of emotions swirled within him. Most of it was excitement, some was full of anxiousness and nervous tension, but overall, he was ecstatic to see your reaction. He just hoped you would like it and wouldn’t think it was too extra…

You reached the bottom of the stares and Newt heard your footsteps softly pad across the floor. You were twiddling with the ribbon on your gift, and when you looked up, you were greeted with an unexpected surprise and a smiling Newt.

“Surprise love!” he beamed with a wide grin as he rolled up his sleeves more.

A miraculous scene was laid out on display in front of your eyes. Little paper hearts of pastel shades of pink and lilac fluttered around the room while crimson rose petals danced wildly with them. A few candles flickered across the table tops, allowing a sweet scent of vanilla to mix in with the flowery scent coming from the floral vase in the center of it all. Next to those sat a plate of assorted decorated chocolates and chocolate covered strawberries, ones similar to those from your first date. Glistening lights decorated the interior of the kitchen as well, twinkling ever so softly.

You brought a hand up to your mouth as a tear began to slip from your eye. In all your life, you had never expected something like this. All the effort and love that had been whisked into this had overwhelmed you. You had not expected such an act to come from Newt, and how he managed to keep it all undercover bewildered you.

“N-Newt what, h-how!?”

He strode over and wrapped you in a hug, slightly throwing you off balance. He pecked your lips eagerly and his lips curled into a smile.

“I had to surprise my darling somehow, and there are lots of hiding spaces in the case dear.”

You were still baffled as to how the man had managed to hide all of his supplies with his curious creatures, but you were still too shocked to question him.

“I-I only got you this, now I feel bad,” you trailed off, feeling slightly disappointed in yourself now as you peered down at your gift box. Newt pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips.

“Hush, I wanted to do this for you because you deserve it, especially today. Now come on, I got you a gift too!”

He pulled you gently along to where he had a simple and wrapped gift dressed in silver paper.

“I wanted to do red, but they were all out at the shops, so I got silver instead.”

A laugh escaped your lips, making Newt’s smile grow twice its size. You softly handed him his gift and scanned his expressions for some type of reaction. He began to carefully rip away the paper until he reached a box, and inside he found something that warmed his heart.

He wasn’t expecting a handmade scrapbook of all the adventures you had to be in his hands, yet there it was. The book was bound tightly and each page was decorated with the two of your faces on them. There was the time you were tracking a group of dragons and you had a campout, complete with snuggling by the fire and everything. There was the time where you welcomed Frank, the majestic thunderbird, into his new temporary home in the case. There was even the time where you two had done nothing on a rainy day except snuggle together with warm mugs of tea, and this photo was his favorite because of how beautiful and carefree you appeared. Tears began to form in his eyes, for he knew you must have spent hours working on this. Each photo was paired with captions and keepsakes from those times, and Newt was overwhelmed. His chest swelled with love and gratitude as he looked back at you with an adoring gaze.

“D-Do you like it? Is it enough? I really wanted to-,” you tried to say, but you were cut off by Newt’s lips attacking yours. You put your arms gently around his neck as he picked you up off the ground slightly, his arms snuggly around your waist.

“Y/n this is absolutely remarkable! This is one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever received, no, it is the most wonderful thing!” he beamed as smile mirrored one another. He set you back onto the ground again lightly, and he went to go and handed you your own gift.

He watched you remove the paper and reveal a black and grey (dress/shirt whichever one you like best). You held it up to your chest, as if trying to view how it looked on you.

“Newt, this is gorgeous!”

He grinned and pressed another kiss to your cheek, ‘Not as gorgeous as you are.”

You blushed, “I love you Newt, and thank you, for everything you’ve done today.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, “Now go ahead and put that on, and I’ll show you the rest of your surprise after.”


“Shh, Y/n I told you I wanted to do this for you,” he paused to kiss your hand tenderly as if you were royalty, “I want to make today special. Now go put your gift on darling.”

You nodded before kissing him and leaving the room, wondering as to what the surprise could be. You closed the door to your shared room and slipped it on over your head, and then you proceeded to touch up your hair. It didn’t take you too long, but you still took a bit longer than usual. With a faint color, you smoothed over your lips, and headed back down, only to be greeted by an empty room.

“Newt?” you called, readjusting your outfit. You wandered to where the display of colors was, yet you did not find him. However, you did notice that the sweets he had gotten you were missing and in their places rested a crinkled note, the kind that appeared as if it had been stuffed inside of a pocket.

You walked over, the heels of your shoes clicking against the surface of the floor and you held the piece of paper in your hands.

Dear Y/n,
I’m in the case, love. You may think this is peculiar, or maybe you think it’s foolish, but well, the rest of the surprise is in the case. I wanted to make the surprise special.
P.s, May I suggest going to the bowtruckle tree?

You shook your head and laughed to yourself while your heart swelled from the thoughtfulness. Of course he would go above and beyond and be as extra as he could. You took a few moments to blow out the candles, since Newt had left them burning still and thus your home would burst into flames, before you continued to follow Newt’s note. You still couldn’t understand the man’s thought process, but regardless of how strange he could be, you loved him all the same.

Minutes later you found yourself inside of the case saying greetings to the creatures and heading down to where the bowtruckle tree was. For some reason Newt had wanted you to go there, and although you found it out of the ordinary, you were still touched by his gestures. The atmosphere within the case was just as lively as ever. The air was fresh, like that of a forest in the springtime or a field of flowers in the summer, and all of the creatures chattered and moved about. The grass was cool against your ankles, as the dew had yet to be soaked up. By the time you arrived at the tree, you were stunned once more.

A small picnic rested near the tree and spread out on the grass. The simple setting was lovely in your opinion, as it was not too extravagant, yet it was still stunningly exquisite. The sweets from earlier sat just as poised as before, except now they were also paired with sparkling plates and a few of your other favorite foods as well. Everything was set nicely on the surface of a woven blanket and finished off with a think line of petals.

Your jaw began to drop slightly, and you felt slightly overwhelmed from all of the love and time that Newt had put into everything out there. Every detail in itself was fostered from hours of thought and effort to create the finished product, and you felt nothing short of royalty. In your shocked sense, you still noticed Pickett on the tree, which was highly unusual considering he had a certain attachment to your boyfriend.

You giggled and extended your arm out, allowing the little bowtruckle walk onto you. Pickett always found you a delight, especially since you didn’t mind if he hid in your pocket when Newt wasn’t around or you let him play in your hair too, and was more than happy to join you.

“Hello Pickett, how are you doing today?” you asked, only to be answered by little noises and chirps. However, from the tone, you assumed he was doing quite well. You smiled back down at the leafy little creature, until he started tapping you. You instantly felt concerned since you thought that you had misjudged him and something really was wrong, however, that didn’t seem to be the case. His tapping only seemed giddy, as if something exciting was happening in his mind. Pickett saw that you weren’t understanding his frenzy, so he used his little arms to gesture in a direction. Furrowing your eyebrows in a bit of confusion, you spoke to him again.

“Pickett I don’t understand what are you pointing at, I-,”

You turned slightly in the direction of where Pickett was flailing, and you had to do everything to keep from dropping him in shock and a river of tears.

Pickett wasn’t pointing at a direction. He was pointing at Newt, who was now currently in front of you, down on one knee, nervously shaking, and with a black velvet box caressed tightly in his hand.

You stared at him with shock, confusion, and excitement flooding and pooling within your pupils. Your heart was racing at lightning speed and words got caught in your throat as if you were choking. Newt noticed your shocked expression and formation of tears as he began to speak.

“Y-Y/n Y/l/n, in my eyes, you have always been the most beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted, gorgeous, considerate, and passionate person to ever exist. Since the day I first asked you to dinner, I knew that you were unique and sweet and everything that anyone could ever hope to find in someone. As the dates and dinners and adventures continued, I found myself falling more and more in love with you. There was simply something about you that kept drawing me into you. I have never met anyone who has ever even come close in comparison to you. You accept my profession and all the chaos it brings about, you accept my beasts, but most of all though, you love and accept me for who I am and I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. Y/n, love, what I’m trying to say past all of my rambling is that I love you, I truly and honestly do with every ounce of my heart and with every beat it makes. You’ve been the most important person in my life. You steal my breath like you stole my heart all those years ago and Y/n, I-I want to ask if I, if I can make you a part of my life, forever. I love you Y/n Y/l/n, and will you make me the happiest man alive, will you marry me?”

He anxiously awaited for some type of reaction from you, and he only hoped it was positive. He knew that you loved him, but he was still incredibly nervous, who wouldn’t be? He saw tears roll down your cheeks and he began to fear the worst, thinking you were scared or nervous or upset with him for asking such an absurd question. His heart began to slowly be dragged down in his chest by his anxiety, but it resurfaced once you began to stutter words out.

“Y-yes, of course I will Newt! I j-just can’t believe this is happening,” you said with your hands still shaking slightly and with Pickett still comfortably standing on you. Newt’s worries washed away as he stood up to kiss you.

His hand swept up to brush away the stranded tears on your cheek. Delicately, his lips took yours into a deep and passionate kiss. They molded together like melted chocolate and you felt him tug slightly on your bottom lip. Your arms wrapped around him and wove through his curls effortlessly. He smelt of cinnamon and soil, and he tasted like sweet mint on a winter night. Everything was simply and utterly perfect. He broke the slightly the whisper a flurry of ‘I love yous’ to which you replied back the same. Peppering your face between giggling, he slipped the ring onto your finger with ease. It was clearly crafted to fit you perfectly. His thumb rubbed over the shimmering gem and band, and you watched it sparkle in the light. Looking into his eyes you noticed the same sparkle, a flickering glimmer of passion and love.

You had never expected in all of your life to experience a Valentine’s Day such as this one, and you never expected a moment like this. The world could stop turning and all of the clocks in the world could stop ticking and you wouldn’t care.

You pulled him in closer to you, eagerly kissing his lips again. You felt his grin stretch through it and a wet drop slip down his own cheek. He finally had the most amazing person in the world as his fiancée, and he was beyond euphoric.

The kiss between you two broke as it was interrupted by Pickett who was trying to communicate. You allowed him to climb onto your finger as you raised your hand to eye level.

“You were his little helper weren’t you?” you asked the bowtruckle, which led to a happy response.

Newt kissed your forehead again before saying, “Well I needed a little help in setting your special day love. I couldn’t have you walking in before everything was ready.”

You held his hand in yours, “You’re the most remarkable man I’ve ever met.”

“Well you’re the most remarkable and beautiful and special person, Y/n. I’ll always love you, and I can’t wait to spend every day with you as my (wife/husband).”

“I love you too Newt, so much that it hurts sometimes, and I’ll always be by your side.”

You kissed his cheek, allowing a gentle blush to creep over his face. Your heart was over the moon in joy and radiating love to the point where it was suffocating, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Newt tugged your hand over to the beautiful placement of the picnic, ecstatic to enjoy a Valentine’s Day brunch with the love of his life, fiancée, and soon to be (wife/husband).


Not Another Teen Cliché (That Ended Up Being Totally Not Cliché At All)

Based somewhat off this.
Title based somewhat off this

The whole thing was malicious.

Chloe had been sitting at her lunch table with her friends enjoying one of the last high school meals they would have at that specific picnic table in Barden High’s courtyard.

“Look,” Alice Peterson sneered, pointing to one of their classmates sitting alone under a tree.

“It’s that Beca Mitchell girl,” one of Alice’s lackeys said with a grin.

Chloe shifted uncomfortably on her wooden bench spot. She glanced across at Aubrey who was silent throughout the conversation, despite her obvious discontent with the conversation and the girl in it.

“Shame,” Alice shook her head rhetorically, “some girls just can’t be as attractive as we can.”

It was conversations like those that made Chloe question why she ate lunch with those girls three of her four years of high school. Why she was friends with them and why she even put up with them a little bit.

“Bet even you can’t make her pretty,” a lackey noted, nodding at the girl across the way.

Alice sat and contemplated for a moment. “No,” she scoffs for a moment, “but I bet I know who could.”

All eyes turned to the redhead.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Nine

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

↬ Word count: 1937

This is pretty short. I‘m sorry

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“What happened?” Jungkook asked, eyes going from you to Taehyung.

You gave him a weak smile, taking a bite out of your lunch. You wondered if you should tell him. The fight that happened in your apartment—outside in the hall. The fact that you have now discovered that your name is on Jimin’s wrist. Should you even tell Jungkook?

There were so many things you wanted to ask, but you couldn’t say anything. At least, not out in the open.

Who knows what would happen to you if people figured out a Broken has a name on their wrist.

Would you die? Become an experiment?

Weren’t you going a little overboard with these questions?

From the corner of your eye, a figure approached the table. You couldn’t tell who it was, but your body knew exactly who it was. You held your breath, hoping he wouldn’t sit next to you, but you were the only one sitting on this bench. Taehyung and Jungkook sat across from you.

Jimin sat next to you, and immediately his scent invaded your nostrils. The smell of soap and mint was the only thing you were focused on. The smell of the meat, the pinewood trees, the flowers, nothing was strong enough compared to how Jimin smelled. It was intoxicating.

“Okay, what happened?” Jungkook asked, bringing you back to reality. Jungkook was staring at Jimin in surprise, and that’s when you realized Jungkook only remembered the fight that almost happened between Jimin and Taehyung. He didn’t know about the make-up, or the fight that led to the make-up.

“Friendly fight,” Taehyung said, reaching across the table to steal your sandwich. You weren’t quick enough as you watched him eat your lunch happily. You glared at him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he ate the sandwich slowly. Mocking you.

“All three of you fought each other?” Jungkook asked in disbelief.

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anonymous asked:

chocobros tries to reach s/o thru the phone, but it won't answer. It's late and they haven't been home yet. As they're about to leave they see s/o about to open the door. They see s/o with black eye and holdin' a bloody tissue to their nose. S/o explain their phone got broken by the attacker and got into a fight. The attack went to jail.

This one was a lot more fun that I should care to admit. Everyone’s imaginations are so amazing! (I hope this is NOT based off a true story Anon!) (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)


“Great just great,.” You muttered to yourself, moving up to the stairs Making it rather difficult considering you had to keep your head back, to stop the flow of blood, and you were certain no amount of smoky eye shadow was going to cover that huge shiner you got.
Dropping what was left of your cellphone in the bush, as you cursed, it was too dark to find it now, and would have to wait until morning.


Only your eyes glanced over to the large receiving room doors as Noctis ran in, his large blue eyes widen in concern.


“Hi Noct.” You called back, keeping your face forward so that Ignis could see to your swollen eye with a dab of potion.  Almost immediately after the incident with that petty assailant outside the castle’s walls, your left eye swelled shut making it rather difficult to see. Luckily Ignis before had cleaned your face and hands of the blood from your nose before the Prince came to meet you.

“What happened, are you okay?” He asked, as Ignis finished up, deeming you fine.

“Thank you, Ignis.” You smile toward the other as he left the room, before turning to your boyfriend who immediately rushed over to your side cuddling up to you. “I’m fine Noctis, apparently someone thought it was a good idea to try and kidnap me. Sorry, I didn’t respond, I accidentally broke my phone in the struggle.”

“But are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I promised, Gladio intervened before anything could happen.” You replied, stroking his head, trying not to show the fear. It actually did frighten you when the man grabbed a hold of you, and placed something over your mouth.  Never had you been more lucky to have Gladio appear and save you.

Noctis pulled back as he cupped your face, as his blue eyes stared directly into yours. Something about the hypnotic gaze, saw through your facade as tears began to fall, followed by sobs, as you clinged to the other, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Noctis, I was so scared.” You cried, against his shoulder, clinging to the front of his jacket. Feeling his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair as you sobbed harder. You knew that Noctis wasn’t good at showing emotions, but the fact he was trying to comfort you, only seemed to make you cry harder.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect you.” He whispered against your hair, pulling you closer still.

“Noctis,” You sobbed, your arms going to wrap around his chest, trying to not look so weak before the man.

You weren’t entirely certain of how long you had been in each other’s embrace, managing to stifle a sniff, as you attempted to dry your eyes with the back of your hands, pulling back from your boyfriend, “I must look a mess.”

Noctis’ hand found your own, “You look fine.”

“You’re just saying that.”

Noctis gave a shrug, as he looked off, “Nah.”

You giggled, at the man attempting to play aloof beside you on the receiving couch. Only for both of your attentions going to the door, as it open again. You immediately jumped off the couch, bowing your head, and performing the best curtsey you could.

“Your majesty!”

“Now, now y/n, it’s fine.” King Regis stated moving into the room, “I wanted to see how you a fairing, I was alerted that you had an altercation out front.”

Your nonswollen eye widen, as you waved your hands, having only met your boyfriend’s father a handful of times, and you looked an absolute mess!  “I’m fine, I assure you, I’ve had worse on hunts.”  Only to be silenced as you felt his hand on your head.

“You’re a very strong one, Y/n.” He smiled, before turning to his son. “Noctis, do ensure that from now on when Y/n is to visit that we have someone come with her in the evenings.”

Noctis gave a groan, as he stood up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, rolling his eyes at the older man. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Your Highness it isn’t needed, I promise.” You attempt to reason, only for the King to take your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, your body heating up, unsure if from embarrassment or shock.

“I would like to know that my future daughter is safe, when neither my son nor myself are able to see that you are.” He smiled, before giving you a wink.

A giggle escaped, as you nodded, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Regis turned to his son, as he smiled, “Have a nice evening.” He called, before leaving the room.

You turned to your boyfriend with your still swollen eye, “Should we get going?”

Noctis seemed to pout, before stroking your hair, as he lead you from the room. “I think tomorrow I’ll take the day off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, apparently Noctis was upset his Father had beaten him to the punch. Wrapping both your arms around the young man’s arm, hugging it toward your chest, “All right.”


“Promp…” You were cut off, as the blonde quickly engulfed you.

“I was so worried, you didn’t pick up your phone. I called the others, and we were going to go look for you.” He chattered quickly, as you both awkwardly wobbled back into the apartment, the blonde pulling back to cup your face, just now realizing your shiner, and bloody nose. “Y/N, what happened, are you okay?”

You smiled, going to cup his face in return, only to realize your hands were covered in blood as you patted his arm with the back of your hand, “I’m fine, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” He asked leading you into the living room, as he sat you down on the couch.

You smiled softly, “I promise, it only looks a lot worse than it is.”

Prompto nodded as he quickly jumped up from before you, running into the kitchen, returning moments later, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a towel, and a wet rag.  Sitting down on the couch beside you, “Lay here.”

You couldn’t help but follow the gentile instruction, as you rolled to your back, closing your eyes, as the blonde begun to clean your face. You flinched slightly, as he placed the ice on your eye.

“What happened?”

“Some jerk, went after my phone. I was lucky some police officers were coming out the shop next door, but I broke my phone, and can’t get a new one until I get paid.”

Prompto stroked your hair, before tapping your forehead, singling you to get up. Watching him disappear down the hallway, before reappearing with one of his old phones, and by old phones, it was maybe 2 months old, seeing that he always had to have the most up to date technology, and one of his Chocobo plushs, the one named ‘Chuchu’.

“Here you can have this one.” He smiled, as he sat back down, moving your head back to his lap, before handing you Chuchu. “So what did the cops say?”

You cuddled Chuchu to your chest, “I guess he had a bunch of other stolen stuff, so they’re taking him in. I’ll have to go to the courthouse on Monday, and do adult stuff.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“No, they say it’s a quick in and out thing.” You state, almost jumping from your skin as you heard a banging at the door. “What the hell?”

Prompto moved to open the door, as Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis, rushed in, only to stop, as they saw you.

“Geez, Prompt, did you call the entire guard?” You laugh, as they all stared at you on the couch, then back to Prompto various expressions of rage. “Since you guys are all here, hungry?” You called, wanting to spare your boyfriend the wrath of the others.


“Y/N, where the hell have you been?”

You scoff, as you shove by the tall man into the house, hand to your nose, not wanting to drip all over the front hall, and prefered in the bathroom so you could at least clean it easier on tile.

“Hey!” Gladiolus called, his heavy footfalls coming after you, as you leaned over the sink, trying to get the bleeding to stop.

You headbutted the asshole, but you shouldn’t have been bleeding this bad,your nose wasn’t even broken!

“Did you hear me, I have been trying to call you for the last…what happened?”

You turned toward the big guy, however your face looked the big guy was not prepared, for the full frontal view as he stared in horror. “Nothing.”

“Y/n.” He called moving you over to the toilet. “Sit down.”

“Gladdy, I got,”


Your butt hit the closed lid, as you watched the man going through the medicine cabinet, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and a cold compress. Grumbling as he dug around in the drawers looking for  something.


“What happened?” He demanded suddenly, as he knelt before you, tilting your head back. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

You felt the sting of the cotton ball drenched in alcohol, letting out a hiss, “Some idiot got fresh, so I decked him in the face. Part of the guard noticed me get into a fist fight, before they pulled me off, but I broke my phone when I dropped it, to hit him.”

“Hold this against your eye.” Gladiolus stated, handing you the cold compress.

Doing as you were told, you allowed the large man to finish up his treatment. Watching as he tossed the bloody ball in the garbage, and begun to put things away. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, you had worse wounds when going on hunts and training with the big guy.

“Gladdy,” You begun.

“Where is he?”


“Where’s the asshole?”

You thought for a  moment, remembering what the police officer who had taken your case stated. “I think in the station on fifth, apparently he’s been going around groping girl’s asses all night.”

You immediately regretted the words, as you saw anger flash over the man’s face, as he turned to you, then quickly rushing out the room. Slipping on the bathroom rug, you rushed after him, calling his name repeatedly.

“Gladdy, Gladiolus where are you going!” You yelled, as the man made it toward the front door.

“That fucker, grabbed you!” Gladiolus hissed as he tore open the door.

You quickly rushed forward, forgetting the cold compress, as you grabbed a hold of his large bicep, feeling him drag you against the floor. Like you could stop him, yet still you tried, “Baby, please listen to me, it’s fine. It’s fine!”

“How is it fine, that son of a bitch grabbed you!”

“I know you’re mad, but I promise you…”You grunted digging your heels into the floor boards, “I’m fine.”

Yet you knew your calls fell on deaf ears, as Gladiolus marched toward the door. Releasing his arm, you stomped your foot before loudly barking, “Gladiolus Amicitia!”

This stopped the large guy immediately, watching as he slowly turned to you, only to stare in shock, “Y/n…”

You sniffed, shaking your head, as you glared at the man, “Listen to me you big goof! I’m fine!”

“Babe.” Gladiolus called, as he walked over pulling you to his chest. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying.” You protested, as you hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest. “I’m mad because you won’t listen to me.”

“I just…it makes me worry, when I’m not with you. I know you can handle yourself, it’s just,fuck Babe, please stop crying.”

You rubbed your face against his chest, “I’m not crying.” You repeated, not wanting him to see the tears that had gather at your eyes. Pulling back, as you stared at his chest, only to notice blood smeared around his skin. Blinking in confusion, you stepped back, placing your hand to your nose.

“Are you freakin’ serious!” You bark, as you noticed the blood on your hand

Gladiolus chuckled, as he watched you lean your head back, “Need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You whined, only to gasp as he picked you up in one arm, going back to the bathroom.

“So, was this bare handed or…”

“Bare handed, I used that new move you taught me.” You beam from his arms. “His own mother wouldn’t recognize him.”

“I’ll have to see the work you did on him.”

You grabbed Gladiolus’ face between your hands, “Gladdy, I forbid you from finding this guy! He already got beat up by a girl.”

“Fine, fine….” He chuckled, as you removed your hands. “What’s with the face?”

You cracked a smile, “I may have gotten blood on your face.”

“You are the worse.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Now let’s get you out those clothes.”


“I meant so you could wash the blood off you.” He stated, as you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “I mean we’ll see where it leads.”

Rolling your eyes, you allowed the man to take you back to the bathroom to clean you up again.


The moment Ignis saw your face, you noticed the slightly twitch of his mouth, he was worried, but he wasn’t going to show it. The man took you to the kitchen, having you sit down at the table, tilting your head up to avoid any further blood ruining your shirt.


“Head back, love.” The man called, as he ran a warm washcloth over your top lip. “Do you have a headache?”

“No, but Iggy…”

“I assume that you were unable to answer your phone due to this. Care to explain as to what happened.” He asked, finishing with the blood.

You wanted to pout, when Ignis got into one of these moods it was often difficult to get a word in edgewise, “Someone attacked me on the way home, I broke my phone in the scuffle, the police have already dealt with it.”

Ignis made a huffing noise in the back of his throat, before turning to the clock on the stove, “Have you eaten?”

“No?” You  replied, caught off guard as he took your hand, helping you stand, before escorting you to the master bathroom. “Ignis?”

“As it’s so late, I’ll fix you a light dinner.” He stated, running you a bath, “I’ll see if I can save your blouse for you, and keep this to your eye.”

You groaned, putting the cold compress to your eye, you couldn’t be mad, you knew he was worried, but worried Ignis, became extremely strict and almost robotic. “Yes, Iggy.”

Ignis stopped his rummaging with your bath, before turning to you, his eyes soften as he leaned forward pressing a kiss to the side of your face not marked by the bruise, and ice pack, “I apologize my love, it just worries me when anything happens to you.”

“I know Iggy.” You muttered, only to feel his hand brush the hair from your face, making you look up, as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Please relax and get washed. I’ll leave you some pajamas on the bed.” He stated giving you a soft smile, before whisking off out the door, to leave you to soak in peace.

Leave it to Ignis to know what you needed, a nice warm soak released all the tension within your body, allowing yourself 20 minutes to soak in peace. You made the decision to pull yourself from the tub, as you toweled over, returning to the room to see that instead of pajamas laid out, it was one of Ignis’ shirts, his way of providing you comfort.

Stepping for the room, you followed your nose to the kitchen, finding the man, had indeed made you a small soup, and salad so as not to make you feel bloated while going to bed, yet the chef in question had disappeared.

“Ignis? Darling?” You called stepping from the kitchen, in time to hear the front door open.

“Y/n, I had hope to return before you left your bath, was it relaxing enough for you?” He asked, as he lead you to the couch to sit you down, going into the kitchen to get your soup and salad.

“Yes, where did you go?” You asked, as he sat down beside you.

“Just tying up some loose ends.”

You honestly couldn’t say that you were surprised in the paper the next day the same man that attacked you, was on the front page, issuing an official apology to you, as well as community service, and wouldn’t be able to show his face in the city again.

You just couldn’t understand how Ignis managed to get that all done within the span of 20 minutes.


UPSIDE & DOWNSIDE TO MANIFESTING: Know that the universe is always listening. Listening to your energy, listening to how you feel, listening to what you believe to be true for you. Think of the Universe like Amazon. You place your order and Amazon fulfills it. The person who actually fills your order doesn’t say “She isn’t going to like this, I’m not going to send it because I know she would rather have this other thing”. Amazon / like the Universe isn’t that vested in what you order - it’s only there to fulfill your order, to give you what you’re focused on, what you said in words, energy, attention that you wanted.

If you’re manifesting things you’d rather not have - know that you’re not taking control/care of your energy, thoughts, & beliefs.

UPSIDE: I manifesting an amazing trip to Puerto Rico. We spent 2 days on Vieques Island for free before staying another 5 days on the main island. I attracted a condo on the beach which cost a total of $450 for 5 days. We were traveling with my grown daughter and her friends so we split the cost of the condo 3 ways. Each couple spent $150 or $15 per person per day. We are now in Florida for another week (free housing with family) before we return back to upstate New York. 

DOWNSIDE: A week before leaving on our trip and after getting off the phone with the insurance company trying to straighten out some things, I said “My luck, I’ll have asthma issues while in Puerto Rico because things won’t be in order before I leave”

Everything was fine the first 2 days on Vieques Island. Once we hit the main island, I started sneezing, then watery eyes, then the coughing and by the next day I was having an asthma attack. 

My husband says - “You know too much to have said that” and I know that’s the case, but I got over it because we’re all allowed to have our moments. I had mine, I didn’t take care of what I sent out into the Universe, but got back exactly what I put out there - In BOTH cases.

I’m sharing this to convey to you how the Universe is listening. Always. To the good and the crap - it’s always listening but even more than that - THE UNIVERSE IS ALWAYS RESPONDING TO YOU - ALL THE TIME - EVERY DAY.

If you don’t like what you’re seeing - you need to change the thoughts and feelings on the INSIDE FIRST and then what you see on the outside will change.

If you’re waiting on the outside to change first so that you can feel better - you’re going to feel crappy for a while because it doesn’t work that way. Change always comes from the inside first.

I’m going to close on a good note with a photo of my daughter (second from the left) and her friends that I took at a waterfall in El Yunque Rain Forest. 

The trip was amazing. Life is amazing! 

Here’s to you creating an amazing life!