it looks like link is about to kiss him

anonymous asked:

How would BTS react if you took their hands to play with it - I'm feeling soft rn lol...

BTS Reacting To You Playing With Their Hands


Originally posted by helloangiemccartney

Suga would probably find it calming, watching as you run your hands over his skin and thread your fingers through his repeatedly. It would even relax him to the point where he falls asleep against you, resting his hand on your shoulder as you continue to play with his hands with one hand while the other goes to run through his hair gently. And even though he doesn’t admit it, those moments have been some of his favourite ones with you so far. 


Originally posted by ciutae

Tae would probably start giggling immediately, clenching your hand tightly every now and then when you stop playing with his fingers for more than a few moments. He would smile non-stop whenever you played with his hands, leaning in to give you a kiss every now and again while you are. The two of you would enjoy those moments together, teasing one another lightly as you fiddle with each others hands.


Originally posted by yoongistae

Hobi would be in his element, enjoying the attention and the soothing feeling of your fingers running over his palms would have him sighing in pure bliss. He is used to being touched affectionately and would absolutely adore having his hands played with, cuddling up against you as you rest your head on his shoulder and clasp your hands in his. The two of you would even fall asleep lke that, the calm and intimacy of the moment lulling you both to slumber.


Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Rapmon wouldn’t be able to stop himself from smiling, no matter how hard he tried not to. He’d find it absolutely adorable that you are so interested in his hands, struggling not to grin like an absolute idiot when you smile cutely as you wiggle his fingers in between yours. He would probably break after you giggle over how big his hands are, leaning in to press kisses all over your face and lips.


Originally posted by bangdulce

Jimin would sulk a little, pouting when you coo over his adorable fingers and hands. He would stop after you start pressing kisses to his palms and stroking his inner arm. He’d probably lean in to give you a deep kiss after watching you stroke your thumb over his knuckles with a soft smile and a tender look in your eyes. He’d most likely start playing with your hands too, wriggling his fingers to link with yours and squeezing your hand gently as he presses his face into your hair. 


Originally posted by coffeewithbts

Jin would be a little self conscious, particularly about his fingers. It would take him a little while to start responding properly as a result but after you start pressing kisses to each of his fingers and his inner palms, he’d start giggling and laughing with a bashful grin on his face. He would slowly become more confident, threading his fingers through yours and running his thumbs over you skin as the two of you exchange jokes, comments about the day etc.


Originally posted by eolljjung

Jungkook would be awkward as hell. He’d fidget a bit when you first take his hands into yours and would turn as red as a tomato when you run your fingers over his skin and wind them together with his. But when you squeeze his hands reassuringly, he starts becoming more confident and even returns some of the gestures, playing with your fingers and running his thumbs over the backs of your hands.

This was so freaking cute to write up, ffs ;^; Now I want to hold hands with them. Please request again dear anon, I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^ 


bts x fuckgirl!reader (ft. kim yugyeom) high school!au | warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

summary: High school was the moment where everyone’s hormones blew up out of control, and you definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed. Typically, you’d hear the stories about evil boys playing and using girls, but that wasn’t the case; at least not when it came to you. Some called you scandalous, but you knew what you wanted, and aiming for the kill was as simple as uttering the words “I love you” to a boy who had fallen in far too deep to realize where he went wrong.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

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Imagine having your baby boy on your wedding day.

A Wedding and a Baby - Life Unexpected Pt. 9

Characters: Dean x Reader, Emmary, Sam and Cas

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, mild angst, wedding

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A/N: This is the THIRD fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for Mimi, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog it’s a part of my Life Unexpected Series, so I hope that doesn’t turn you off!. Thanks for celebrating with me.  - This could be read without reading the entire series. It’s a cute little story without the background, BUT if you want more Catch up on parts 1-8 HERE.

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A SWORD’S SHEATH - A Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction

Story by: @gregogm
Image artist: @wondyworld


It has been a year since Link and I vanquished the calamity called Ganon. Hyrule had shown remarkable progress onto getting back on its feet during the past months.

When the news had been announced of my return, everyone across the lands had banded together to help return the kingdom to its former and glorious self. I felt relief and peace when the people didn’t forsake the Sheikah tribe any more. Just like everyone else, they, too, suffered Ganon’s wrath. Seeing people of all kinds working strong and united as one has brought such a beautiful joy to my heart. I know Father would have been proud to see what I was seeing. I was certain that his spirit saw everything from the heavens.

Though there was still much work to do, I was still baffled to see Hyrule castle rebuilt the way it has been over a century ago. I had walked in its halls, the rooms; it felt so familiar and yet so alienated. 100 years would make you feel as such. Despite the year that had passed, I felt it was too early to occupy this vast home. Castle Town was far from being ready after all and the emptiness of it would freeze my soul if I decided to retake my old home. I wasn’t ready to be crowned Queen of Hyrule just yet.

I also had another surprise. In the castle’s destruction, my old diary had survived. When it was brought back to me, I had shed tears and held it tightly in my arms. It wasn’t as shred as I thought it would be. I had read the old pages written in it. So many different thoughts and feelings had traveled my mind while revisiting the past told.

In the quietness of night, a candle lit my room in the house of Lady Impa. I read my old diary once again as if trying to find a certain attachment to a past era. I must admit, it took me a lot of time to get used to the changes of a hundred years. The adaptation went smoothly well. But truth be told, I kept reading the same pages related to one person in particular: Link.

How I met him, how I had my doubts about him, how I lashed out my frustration to him, how he opened to me, how he risked his life with no regards for his. How we’ve gotten closer to each other.


I thought that things would have changed between us. At least, I thought they did at first. But weeks after our victory over the calamity, he… how could I say it. He became the formal Link; the one before he opened up to me. I had asked him if he was all right. Of course he smiled and told me that he was. I felt a wall around him and I didn’t know why. I thought at first that this strange mood of his would go away, but months had passed and he was still sheltering himself from me. Was I at fault? If so, what was my crime?

The morning rained its rays through my room and the birds sang at my window. Summer looked promising at the looks of it. I got up on my feet and stared outside. The village was getting up slowly lively. The shops were opening, the people started working on the field, warriors doing their daily training routines.

Speaking of which, there he was again. Every single day, at the same morning hour, Link was training vigorously with the Master Sword. He gracefully swung the blade cutting through air as if he and the blade were one. The drops of sweat, the strength of his muscles, his hair swimming in air, I would be blind to not notice how handsome he had become.

Our eyes crossed each other for single instant, it made him stopped to look at me. I waved my hand to him, he bowed his head to me.

He bowed. I knew it was out of respect. Everyone bowed to me, I was used to that. But I didn’t want him to.


We traveled to Hyrule Field in the Central Hyrule region. There remained a lot of Guardians and I had ask the help of the people to their dismantlement. Other than the four divine beasts, I took the decision to take them apart. Though the events of the past made them Ganon’s slaves, it was a reminder of large and painful scars yet to be healed for all of us. I believed it was for the best of everyone and for the good of the kingdom’s future.

Link was taking a break. People wouldn’t let him have a moment of peace. He was popular with no surprise; even more with young women, which stung my heart most of the time. He was the hero of Hyrule after all.

I saw him having a playful moment with some children, playing knights with them. The scene lit me in admiration for him. He was a good man, but I had no doubt at all that he would make a great father someday.

I held the Sheikah slate in my hands and captured the wonderful moment. Link appeared to be so happy. My fingers cherished his face on the screen as I blushed seeing his childish smile to the younglings. I felt small burden of jealousy in me. I wished I could made him smile as such. But his heart became once again a fortress. And I seemed to be the enemy.

Why was I guilty? Why was he so carefree to others but not me?

I let those unanswered thoughts for another time and joined Link and the children.

“Is it okay if I play with you?” I asked cheerfully the group.

“Hey, it’s the princess!” a young boy said amazed. “You really wanna play with us?” I nodded.

“But if that’s okay with you,” I said, “I would like to be the hero. You can be my brave companions.” I pointed an adorable girl who made me think of a child version of me. “You will be the princess, and Link can be the evil Ganon.”

I could see he was surprised by that. I sent him a mischievous smile while the children agreed to my plan. He smiled back awkwardly. It was the first smile I’ve gotten from him that felt innocent in a  very long time. Perhaps he started to re-open once more. I hoped so. But for now, I anticipated a good fun vanquishing the calamity Link with the children.


The day was filled with hardworking and amusement. Link made these children’s day unforgettable; very noticeable on the fun they had by the dirt and sand his clothes bore. I thought this joyful moment would suffice for him to break the thin ice around him, but in failure, it seemed it became thicker.

I tried making conversation with him on our way home. He replied and participated, and even smiled. But the smile he did wasn’t the same. I felt he was drifting away. No, it wasn’t that. The way he acted seemed familiar. He was just as such when he was appointed as my personal knight.

Was he carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders once again? Despite the calamity’s defeat, was a knight’s duty never to rest? Not even a little bit? Or, perhaps, could it be that I was really at fault, for something I didn’t acknowledged yet?

Sunset claimed the sky as the day was bidding us goodnight. I was happy to have arrived before the full arrival of night. I felt it would have been awkward to be left alone with Link. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t say something as such, but with him acting strangely distant from me, I couldn’t think of anything else.

As we got off from our horses, I looked at Link caressing his steed’s muzzle. My mind was obsessed about his behavior. It was driving me mad. I wanted things to be so well between us, especially after all we went through. I had told myself that it would pass, that he needed time. But no more!

I walked to him in haste, determined.

“Enough of this, Link!” I said firmly to him. He looked surprised and puzzled. I took a deep breath to collect all my heart’s content. “It has been months now that you’ve been acting cold and afar. I thought at first that you needed time to recover from the battle against Ganon, but now you seem so far away and distant. You smile at me, but there’s nothing behind your lips. And the more I see you after each passing day, the more you look like a shadow of your former self… at least when interacting with me.”

It seemed my aim was true. A sense of guilt embedded his face. I had no intention of hurting him, but I couldn’t take this behavior of his any longer. I had to know.

“After all we went through together, I thought there wouldn’t be no walls between us.” He remained in silence, yet hurt was clear on his face.

I was no reader of minds, otherwise it would have been easy to ease the illness he bore in his heart. But I couldn’t force him to tell me his secrets, no matter what. All I could do was be present for him.

“But…” My right hand delicately rested on his left cheek. His expression quickly turned to a warm surprise. His sudden and clueless adorableness appeared. “I can’t force your secrets out of you. But know this: I’m here if you want to ease that burden. Always.”

Link’s face was glowing red. He nodded to me and smiled; genuinely. I smiled back, happy of seeing him more relaxed.

I had forgotten that my hand was still cherishing his face. Before I could take it back, his hand covered mine and held it dearly. His head turned towards it, and to my unexpected surprise, Link kissed its palm.

I felt a burst of heat embedding my face. I was frozen by… his act. More than that, my gaze couldn’t leave his. My heart felt like Death Mountain erupting passionately and my breath was rapid. He looked so shy, and yet so open and vulnerable at that moment. I could read all of his emotions. I wondered if he could read all of mine. This was the first time I had seen Link behave like that.

And… I didn’t mind it at all.


The moon was high in the night sky, reigning like a beautiful goddess. I bathed in its moonlight unable to sleep and thinking about this… moment. If Link’s horse’s tail hadn’t whipped him in the face and broke the tension, I wondered what would have happened.

I could still feel the wet heat of his lips kissing the palm of my hand. I blushed just at the thought of it. My lips couldn’t help smiling of happiness; a happiness I’ve never felt before. What was wrong with me?, I asked myself ridiculously. I squeezed my kissed palm against my chest, reliving in my latest memories about this instant with nothing but gleefulness in mind.


Was he asleep as well? Or perhaps not? Should I bother him?

I had to. Well… I wanted to.

I knew it was late, but my heart wouldn’t find peace if I didn’t settle this on this night.

His room was just next to mine. I didn’t want to knock and wake the others out of their slumber. I tried whispering his name. No luck on this attempt. I held and twisted the handle. It was unlocked.

Swinging the door quietly, I gasped, startled to see him sitting by the window. Blessed by the moonlight, he felt asleep there. I was right to think that he wasn’t able to sleep either. At least some moments ago.

He looked peaceful. He looked handsome too. But sword in hand, he was as always vigilant. I couldn’t help feeling a bit sad for him. I wished for once he could truly being at peace, without the need of a blade at hand. For Hyrule, he represented the hope and the future, but he was no god. He was just a man. But a great man at that. Perhaps the greatest one I’ve met in my life. And knowing that, I knew in my heart he would always defend the kingdom against all threats. That was the man he was.

I wanted to talk to him tonight, but after some thoughts, I believe my words could wait tomorrow. I took the cover laying on his bed and opened it wide to cover him. I was a step away from covering him, but the step I took creaked the floor. A high-pitched noise broke through the silent night; along through Link’s slumber. His eyes opened sharply and widely, wild and threatening. In a blinding speed, I saw a flash carrying the lunar light hurling itself at my neck; the Master Sword rushing take my life swiftly and painless.

Was my life going to end by Evil’s bane because of my care for him? Why did I find this ironic?

The Goddesses decided that my fate wouldn’t be death tonight. Link stopped a hair away from my neck being sliced clean. I could feel the cold of the steel of the sacred blade at my throat. Link recognized me and was horrified of his near-fatal action. Apologizing numerous times, he fell down on the floor with his breath harsh and heavy and his heart must racing faster than lightning.

As I stared at him, scared and shocked about what he almost did, I understood. I finally understood everything. The distance, his heart being closed, him being more focused on his knight’s duty to protect and defend me, the kingdom and its people. I understood it all.

I knelt to him. His face was sweating as he was still catching his breath. I could see shame and disgust in his eyes aimed at himself.

He had done so much for me. I wasn’t going to give up on him when he needed me the most. It was my turn to save him.

I grabbed his hand and held it firmly. I welcomed his confused gaze with a soothing smile.

“Come with me, Link.”


We walked in the peaceful night to the Great Fairy Fountain near the village. During this small path, never once I let go of Link’s hand. I looked behind me as I led him to our destination and smiled. His face lit brighter than the sun. I was glad he shed away his shock from earlier.

During a full moon, the fountain was a marvel to explore. Fireflies and fairies waltzed gracefully in the air, silent princesses and blue nightshades glowed with a divine light. It was a blessed place, as if Hylia herself had given this piece of wonder to us mortals.

We sat down, still holding hands and Link looked very timid. I never thought he could be this adorable. It was a side of his charm; a side I was very fond of.

We remained silent watching the beautiful spectacle of nature around us. It felt like we were the only ones in the entire world. It felt perfect as such. Thinking about it, I believed Link and I never took a moment to enjoy ourselves like that. No duty, no destiny, no calamities; just the two of us in peacefulness.

A moment that I longed for for a very, very long time to share with him.

I could feel Link’s gaze upon me. I didn’t need to look at him to guess he was speechless. Our hands held together, his thumb cherished mine. I knew too well that my face had gained the same shade of a fresh picked apple.

My head rested on his shoulder. It took him by surprise. I could feel he was tensing a little. But he closed the very small remainder of distance between us and sighed in relief.

“You once told me,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “that you remained silent from others because it was necessary for you to stay strong and carry any burden. Is this why you have been silently closed from me during these past few months? Even though we’ve won against Ganon?”

Our eyes met. He nodded, confirming my discovery. For Link, even though peace had returned to Hyrule, he was still at war.

The fortress around his heart crumbled as he opened up to me. He told me everything about his burden. He told me about this journey to save our kingdom and free me from my century-old battle with the calamity. As his memories were returning, he felt shame and helplessness that he had to sleep all this time before being enable to save me. The reason why he acted distant was to be ready and never fail again to protect me.

“I understand now,” I replied to his explanation. “But I, too, wished I could have been by your side, Link. I as well felt helpless when I couldn’t help you during your journey. But your courage showed me to never give up as I saw all that you went through. It gave me faith that we would be together again to never to torn apart.”

I stopped for a moment realizing the words I just spoke. The Great Deku tree was right; telling these feelings myself sounded better.

“Link,” I said. “You’re not alone. You’ll never be. As for any burden you may have from now on, I want to carry it with you. Because I, too, vow to protect you and be at your side.”

His face was embedded with a sense of serenity that I haven’t seen in ages. The fear, the sense of duty, the burden, everything else weighting him down; they melted away giving place to a rebirth of self he dearly needed. He smiled and nodded. There I saw him; the Link I wanted to see. He had returned to me.

He called my name. “Yes?” I asked. Link got on his feet and I followed him.

I stood in front him, hands still holding each other. His free hand laced itself with my other one. His eyes plunged in mine with a lovely but intense fire in them. I couldn’t gaze away from them. He looked a little nervous and his face flushed like the shiniest among rubies. So did mine. He slowly closed the small space between us. I didn’t know which emanated heat the most; this summer night or Link’s body. I was attracted by the latter. He looked so timid at the moment, yet he was so… perfect. The warm light of the fireflies and fairies surrounding us, the glow of the flowers at our feet, the moon blessing us, and Link, standing so close to me. How could I ask for anything more?

“What is it?” I asked. My voice was soft and whispering.

He answered, but words didn’t come out of his mouth. He flared my heart and soul to no bound as his lips gently embraced mine. My arms snaked around his neck to savor this feeling even more. His arms pulled me closer to him by my waist.The delicious feeling embedding my whole being had no word invented yet to describe it. Calling it celestial, divine, majestic or supreme wouldn’t do it justice.  

A century had put us apart and many hardships followed. But finally, our happy ending bloomed on this starry night. If I had to do it all over to cherish this moment again with him, I would do it blindfolded. As he would, too.

Oh, Link… How have I fallen in love with you.


I could feel the morning sun shining its light upon us, but the warmth that cradled me in his arms was by far better. My dreamy thoughts relived those memories now sacred to Link and I. The vow we made, the kiss we shared, the night spent together in each other’s arms; this was our paradise. I thanked the goddesses to have brought us together.

A soft contact landed on my nose. I tried to wiggle it off, but it kept on dancing annoyingly. I laughed to the ticklish feeling.

“Stop it!” I giggled. “That tickles, Link!”

I opened my eyes. Here he was. In his sleepy allure, he looked lovely and otherworldly, like an angel. He moved closer and kissed me softly. I savored his lips for long seconds. Never would I stop enjoying the sweet pleasure of kissing him.

“Good morning to you too,” I told him tiredly. “Ready to continue our work in Hyrule field?”

Link hummed with disappointment in his voice as he pulled my body to his. Seeing how tightly he held me, he didn’t want to go. Truth be told, I desired nothing but spending the rest of the day resting here at his side. Alas, the hero and princess of Hyrule had duties and responsibilities to fulfill to the people.

“Well it’s about time!” The voice of an elder woman interrupted us.

Link and I immediately got up as fast as lightning seeing Lady Impa blessing the door frame of my room. Embarrassment was an understatement regarding the emotion dressing our faces.

“L-Lady Impa!” I stuttered! “T-This isn’t what it looks like! We just-”

She laughed in a humming voice. “I know you, child. I know you wise enough to not share such passion before a proper wedding. A honeymoon is well-timed for such actions.”

A bright image burned my mind like the marking made by hot iron. I saw Link laying in a bed of silk white sheets, which a part of it barely covered his… privacy. My face heated out of raw desire; quite inappropriate for a princess. I looked at Link, and I could tell my obscene fantasies matched his. He quickly looked apologetic when I eyed him threateningly for his naughty thoughts. But… perhaps I didn’t completely mind it.

“I am glad,” Lady Impa continued, “that I’ve lived long enough to see the two of you find each other in this path called love. After all the hardships that you have been through, along with your efforts of bringing back the lost glory of Hyrule, you truly deserve each other. May it be that way for as long as you live.”

Those words of hers couldn’t have sounded better if it was from someone else. Her unwavering wisdom and strength that inspired me so much. Goddesses know what would have happened to me if she hadn’t been present in my life.

I walked to her and thanked her for always being there for us by hugging her frail body. Thank you so much, Lady Impa.


Another beautiful day awaited us as Link and I stepped outside Lady Impa’s home. The sun shined beautifully and the people around us were busy and bustling as ever. At the end of the stairs, Cado and Dorian saluted us as my hero delicately held my hand, leaving the guards taken aback from our affection. As we walked around town, everyone took notice of our newfound love, but their happiness for us was very palpable. We kept blushing at every compliment thrown at us; we enjoyed all of them.

Link asked me to lend him the Sheikah slate. I was puzzled on why he needed it, but I did as asked. As he stretched the device in front of us, he held me closer to him as we smiled.


A beautiful moment of us in love captured forever. And definitely not the last.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. He nodded in agreement.

Our gazes crossed. Staring at him left me breathless. Free of his burden that plagued him, Link was a reborn man. I had heard once that love could move mountains; I understood its meaning now.

Link whispered my name… following three sacred words.

Those words made my heart explode with more affection than I could already have for him. I held his beautiful face in my hand and captured his lips with mine, kissing him and pouring all my love in it. Parting from it a short moment after, I replied to his sacred words, vowing to myself to never leave his side and to always love him, just as he did when he said his.

“I love you too, Link.”

Author’s Note:
I had finished the game not long ago and I was moved by the story of sacrifice, duty and even love regarding Link and Zelda. There was so much passion in it that I came up with this story. I’m glad that it came out as the way I published it. I think Link and Zelda are a perfect match, but in this story I made it so that they need each other for everything: life, love, hardships, etc. Hopefully you guys understood the meaning of the title. 

I hope you loved the story. Please leave comments! And thanks again to @wondyworld for letting me use her Zelink fanart as a cover for the fanfiction. Thank you! Please comment?


Long post ahead y’all but this was a lot of fun to go back and reminiscence about markson and their antics together. I hope all of y’all enjoy! 

Also, please remember that these are my own personal opinions and that they shouldn’t be taken literally or seriously. But if you ever wanna come talk markson with me, I’m always ready :) ((Note: All gifs should be linked directly but videos and pictures with have physical links above them because I’m not sure how to link those to their respective tumblrs– if your post is here and you want your content removed bc you don’t like the linking, msg me and I’ll take it down.)) I’m a litlle late but here we go!!

1. This was one of the ones I already had in mind ;) I just love it bc it’s such a weird situation to be in but Mark, ever the gentleman, just takes it in stride and keeps his hands to himself. I love how near Jackson gets to Mark and if that isn’t the simplest testament of how (pun coming) close they are, I don’t know what is. In all honesty, if Mark really wanted out, a simple hand on the back or a squeeze on the shoulder or even just shifting out of the way would have sufficed but he stays and although his face is stoic, his eyes are constantly on Jackson. LOVE IT!

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Originally posted by defwang

2. SOFT!! My heart always swells a bit when I see this picture!! It’s natural and pure and they’re both enjoying this moment and it’s evident on their faces. I personally think jumping around puts a smile on most peoples faces and if other people, friends, are doing it with you, then there’s no way that isn’t going to make you shine. SO, jumping+BFF+concert adrenaline+love= BIG A__ SMILES !! Oh they’re also cuties so there’s that factor too.


3. TBH I GOT DISTRACTED WITH THIS ONE AND REWATCHED THIS SECTION OF THE REAL GOT7– anyways…THIS IS PROBS MY ALL-TIME FAVE, THAT I FORGOT ABOUT. So the whole episode itself was hilarious with got7 and we got some markson moments sprinkled in but THIS, THIS takes the cake. I mean who doesn’t want to see their otp get this close to kissing? I love Mark’s hands cradling the back of Jackson’s head. I’d like to believe that Jackson stretched his neck up a bit more when Mark touched the other side of the paper but I’m not sure in this gif bc its quick (maybe I’ll add another one after I publish this). Like omg still can’t believe this happened though :D

Originally posted by ziallhihihi

4.  Ok all the Got2Day Vapp stuff was gold and I loved the fact that we got to see everyone but of course my faves Mark and Jackson had the best one ;) It was cute and relaxed and I just love them in light/soft colors. Also #no#personal#space !! The video is just a short moment but it is super cute and I love them smiling at eachother bc heart palpitations~ OH but the second gif is MY FAVORITE bc it’s Mark just watching Jackson talk and he just looks so content and caring and its just one of those moments ok

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Originally posted by wangmins


5. I could rant FOR YEARS about this but idk if tumblr has a character limit or no.. BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS JUST ICONIC!! It was actually the 1st to pop into my mind bc it was my icon (no joke for that one sorry) for a month I think? ANYWHO, I just straight up love this. They’re close. Jackson’s shirtless. Said Jackson is pressed along Mark’s backside. Said Mark is very very very smiley. Like Jackson could’ve chosen someone else- JB was kinda close I think- but he chose bae and got all up in bae’s business. And the fact that he’s partially restraining Mark? Keeping him flush with his body and leaning in to talk to him? My heart cannot keep up, this some tachycardia **** right here omg seriously!! Is it hot for anyone else in here or is it just them? *wink* 




6. GO WATCH THE VIDEO PLEASE. Like the caption is spot on in my mind and I couldn’t agree more on the fact that it looked like Jackson was going to do something intimate and then he hesitated and looked at the camera!! UGH. seriously a fave moment bc its like what were you gonna do? huh?! You can’t not agree with the fact that that boy was playing around behind Mark. And then there’s Mark’s small smile and that little thing he does with his mouth, which reminded me of someone keeping a smirk in check. Oooooh there’s def something going on there and I wish I knew what it was!!


I couldn’t find a gif of this video D: but I found some others from the same video (they’re faves but this ^^^ moment is the one I really cared for)

Originally posted by markticseas

7. ANOTHER VIDEO!! 9/10 markson shippers should remember this badboy right here. I don’t even remember what video this moment came from but even if I see a still I freak out bc this is literal gold. One of the best shows of touchy!Mark and cuddly!Jackson ever. Seriously, Mark kept putting his hands on Jackson and moving subtly, and then he even has the nerve to lean into Jackson further to whisper something-BOY!! And then there’s Jackson who decides it’s perfectly ok to rest his head on Mark’s chest all casual like he’s done it a thousand times before. And one moment I really love to see is Jackson noticing Mark plating with J’s bracelet, looking at him, and then Mark moves his hand away so quickly like he’s been caught. its cute. don’t fight me on this. Also I got newly-dating vibes from this: not sure how much actual touching is safe, leaning into one another, glued at the hip, private jokes. Markson or never ;) I’ll add a gif when I find one!

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Originally posted by angetae


8. This picture satisfies like 3 things from my otp goggles-on checklist: smiling towards the other, touching, and suggestive posturing. Don’t tell me that this doesn’t look like Jackson’s about to pull Mark in and plant one on him! The positioning of Jackson’s hands make me wanna punch something bc who puts their hands there unless its for a headbutt or a kiss?? And lemme tell you that I’m 99% sure that he’s not about to headbutt Mark. (ALSO ARMS 4 DAYS JACKSON OVER HERE #hot hot hot) Back to the smiling and touching and pose- they’re close for one thing, and then Mark’s about to go into hug mode, there’s full eye contact going on, and what a beautiful smile!! It seems so loving and happy that I just can’t deal with them rn. I have a link to a gif, Jackson jumping into Mark’s arms :) , so I’ll add that in later!


Originally posted by jacksonandtaemin

9. Ok but I really think they fit together so well sometimes~ Like their heights aren’t monumentally different but it’s enough that they look good together. SO there’s that sly BUTT tap and then the blessed hand moves up to the lower back (i like ur style boy) and eventually falls off the waist when they stop in front of the fans. Mark is totally guiding Jackson here and it seems like he’s 100% a-ok with it. Oh and there’s definitely some smiles going on here! I wish we had more concerts but the fanmeets are still great but there’s something about concerts that really let otps shine.

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Originally posted by happygoyangi

10. VIDEO— ITS THE FINAL ONE Y’ALL AND ITS A FAVE BC I’VE BROUGHT IT UP A FEW TIMES. (lol I still get pissed every time I remember that I posted the screenshots on my old baeksoo account instead of this one but oh whale:) ) anyways I just love love love this bc it was so fleeting but so memorable. I know Mark was running around messing with everyone during this time (and that he did something similar to JB) but this was something special for Jackson. There was NO SPACE between them and their heads were so so so close. And then there were lots of giggles and smiling and DID YOU NOTICE THAT JACKSON HITCHED HIS LEG UP WHICH IN TURN BROUGHT MARK’S LEG HIGHER AND BY DEDUCTION, THEIR HIPS CLOSER?? bc I did. bc I know that. and it’s true. AND THEN AS MARK (the little tease) LEFT, JACKSON TRIED TO KEEP HIM THERE!! GRABBED AT HIS WAIST!!  I just want to know what on earth was going through Mark’s head when he decided to go and lay flush against his group member. seriously tho. but 11/10 would recommend them recreating this, in the presence of a solid 1080p filming camera preferably. 




Note: Hi Everyone. I wrote a Thing. Many thanks to @mulder-fight-him and @kateyes224 for encouraging me to write it and for making it not suck. As this is the first Thing I’ve written in over a year, I’d appreciate any feedback. Except the feedback of “You suck, this sucks, never write again.” My brain tells me that every time I write a Thing, I don’t need you telling me that too. :-) 

She is a coffee connoisseur. Dripped from a contraband coffeemaker in a dorm room during an all-nighter to try to understand biochemistry. Gulped without tasting, still scalding hot, as she ran between patients. Sipped from a mug that warmed her hands as her eyes twinkled at her lover in his parents’ cabin after an unsuccessful ice fishing expedition.

And then…Styrofoam cups in police stations, ranging from barely palatable to resembling raw sewage. Fuel just to keep up with her brilliant partner and his spooky leaps of logic. Picked up from gas stations and drive thrus, as they ran from case to case. Chipped mugs in diners with free refills, as they tried to find enough motivation to chase down endless dead ends on the search for the one lead that would answer the question, slay the monster, save the day. Pots made in a dingy basement office and then ignored as their arguments about the merits of the case energized them more fully than any caffeine could, where winning meant they would stay in the musty dark room but losing meant traipsing through fields in the rain and chasing Bigfoot. She’d never admit it, but she there were times when she preferred it when she lost, because losing meant a new chance to share a secret world with this man, one no outsider would ever understand.

She had opinions on the quality of coffee around the country. She could tell whether she’d have heartburn from it with just a sniff of the air as she walked into the convenience store – often before the bell on the door had stopped chiming. She knew which chains refilled their carafes regularly and would request stops there.

One convenience store in Utah had no coffee, the Mormon cashier saying that caffeine was against his religion, but could he interest her in a coke instead? Mulder had laughed as she had ranted about ignorance, the comparative levels of caffeine in cola versus coffee, her First Amendment rights, and the heartburn caused by the carbonation for the next 50 miles.

But she didn’t remember the taste of the most important cups of coffee in her life.

The mug she left half finished at her mother’s kitchen table after scattering her father’s ashes, claiming a work emergency so she could make a quick escape because she couldn’t handle expecting her father to join them any second, complaining that they hadn’t saved him any, stealing sips from her mother’s cup as they talked and he waited for a refill to brew.

The disposable cup Mulder had pressed into her fist in a Minneapolis field office, giving a statement as she tried to regain her professionalism after losing her composure in front of 20 agents.

The pots she made in her mother’s kitchen, drifting on autopilot after they had buried her sister. That day, she tried a bag of “Tranquil Moments” herbal tea Melissa had left in the cupboard and had once tried to make her drink because it “isn’t healthy for you to be running around nonstop, Dana, you need a chance to breathe too.”

The cup a week after her first round of chemo, which tasted like metal covered in dirt. She had spat it back into the mug and thrown up in the kitchen sink. For months afterwards, she’d silently accepted every cup Mulder offered her, but threw it out as soon as his back was turned.

The coffee breaks she’d shared with Mulder while they were stuck on Kersh’s fertilizer duty, walking down the street to the hipster coffee shop with the twenty year old whose facial hair changed weekly. After one particularly awful session in the AD’s office, Mulder had asked for an application, and the barista laughed, assuming he was joking. She was only half sure he wasn’t.

A thermos full of Irish coffee as they propped themselves against the chain link backstop of an abandoned baseball diamond, talking about everything and nothing, still feeling the heat of his body pressed against her back and wondering if she should have turned around and kissed him when she had the chance.

The slow brews she’d shared with Mulder on lazy Sunday mornings, the taste chased from her tongue by Mulder’s slow kisses.

The ones she’d refused while pregnant and nursing, the lack of sleep and caffeine adding a dream-like state to the months, so that when she looked back at that time, it took on an otherworldly sheen. (It didn’t help that any explanation of those two years sounded absurdist to any outside observer – “My partner was abducted by aliens, returned dead, buried for three months and then exhumed because he wasn’t dead, just in stasis.” “Even though I had no ova due to experiments conducted on me against my will by a shadow government, I had a baby who was considered the greatest single threat to an alien invasion and consequently was in constant danger until I gave him up for adoption.”)

The cup that sat on her mother’s table as she tried desperately to explain herself, (“I don’t think I’ll ever understand,” her mother had responded tearfully), her own tears blurring her vision as her mother kissed her grandson goodbye for the last time.

The rushed caffeine fixes on the run, cups she picked up at 5AM in truck stops, wearing a hoodie that covered hair dyed blond, brown, black, and even for a little while back to red, while Mulder hid in a run-down motel room. She couldn’t remember the taste of anything during those months, fear chasing all the flavor away.

And then, once again, gulping scalding servings down between patients, children this time, as she saved other people’s babies because she was unable to care for her own.

Impromptu coffee dates with Mulder, him sipping his morning coffee with bleary eyes and bed head, her drinking a cup of decaf before bed, smelling of antiseptic soap and latex, fighting sleep because she hadn’t seen him in three days and she missed him.

The cup she made all alone in his kitchen (no longer hers, all her belongings packed up and in the back of her car), leaving the pot mostly full so he’d have something to drink when he ambled out of his lair, washing the mug so it wouldn’t sit in the sink for days before walking out the door.

Then one day, the coffee pot ignored once again in the basement as they discussed cases, tentatively at first as they tried to regain their footing, then found themselves and each other again. One morning, as she dropped her briefcase off in her area, looking at his desk in his office, she wondered if she hadn’t found herself back in the same endless circle. Then Mulder had shaken her out of her musings with a hand on her shoulder and a discolored mug as an offering. Their fingers touched and she realized that they aren’t circling back to the start but traveling onwards together.

The coffee Mulder made as she tried to arrange her mother’s funeral, untouched in the carafe as she thought about her reuniting with Ahab and Missy, and jealously wishing that she’d be with them soon (but only for a moment before pushing the forbidden thought out of her mind).

And then, one night, the specialty coffees Mulder brought to her apartment, sitting untouched on her kitchen counter as they fell into bed together again. She made a fresh pot for him the next morning.

Where is my content of Keith being affectionate??? 

  • Keith would be so affectionate to Lance he would probably just come up to Lance sometimes and link their pinkies and look over and smile and say “i love you" 
  • Keith totally always tells Lance how amazing he is? Like he criticizes him where he deserves it but if he loves something about Lance he tells him. That he’s kind and funny and handsome and wow Keith just loves him?? And loves to tell Lance??? 
  • And Lance gets super fucking flustered and giddy like his cheeks get a lil pink and he giggles and grins because his boyfriend is so good and sweet
  • Good Morning and good night kisses!!! 
    • Lance will come in late to breakfast (as always) and Keith will just shoot out of his seat and wait (impatiently) for Lance to come over so he can give him a peck on the lips and a “good morning”
    • The good night kisses are a little longer because one of them walks the other to his room and neither of them wants to leave yet so it’s usually many good night kisses at the door
  • Keith doesn’t understand pet names at first but eventually he loves using them.  His favorites are handsome, love, and honey.  (whenever he uses love Lance LOSES HIS SHIT)
  • After every intense battle Keith and Lance are so excited that they are both alive that they just launch  themselves at each other and they are tired and dirty and sweaty but they are alive  and safe and they still have the other so they melt and just sink to the floor holding on to each other.  And Lance rubs Keith’s back and Keith hold on to Lance so tight and they are just so happy because they are together.
  • When Keith has nightmares he cuddles into Lance’s chest.  Lance kisses the top of his head and tells him everything is going to be okay.  When Lance has nightmares he cuddles into Keith’s back and buries his face in his neck.
  • Keith is smaller but likes to be the big spoon because he likes to hold Lance in his arms.  He likes the feeling of Lance, loves his smell, loves feeling like he can protect him holding him there.  Lance loves being the little spoon because Keith hums when he’s the big spoon and it’s adorable.

anonymous asked:

Fremione pleeeease!

this is for the @hprarepairnet hogwarts challenge!

  • fred and hermione started secretly dating once dumbledore’s army was created, and well, it continued on after fred left hogwarts.
  • now it was hermione’s sixth year, and she felt more alone than ever.
  • harry was stressed, and he was rapidly becoming obsessed with draco malfoy. in more ways than one.
  • and ron was constantly locking lips with lavender brown; she was happy for him. he finally had someone that gave him the attention he yearned. he deserved every moment of it.
  • fred could tell in hermione’s letters that she was lonely, so he made the effort to try and meet hermione every other night in hogsmeade.
  • she would take the secret passageway through honeydukes to see him, and every time she caught sight of him waiting for her wearing her favorite smirk, she finally felt like she was home again.
  • one night was different than the others.
  • she showed up at her usual time to find fred leaning against the back alley’s wall and holding a blanket.
  • hermione perked her brow up as she approached him, and he leaned down to give her a kiss.
  • “you look so quizzical,” he teased, “what are you thinking about?”
  • “why do you have a blanket?” 
  • he smirked and said nonchalantly, “it’s a surprise.”
  • she rolled her eyes and smiled as he linked their hands together.
  • they walked past honeydukes and toward the three broomsticks.
  • “you know i can’t go inside there,” hermione hissed quietly, “madame rosmerta would send me right back to campus and i would be banned from all future hogsmeade visits.”
  • “well, that would be a shame.”
  • “i’m serious, fred.”
  • he stopped walking and turned to face her.
  • he put both of his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.
  • “do you trust me?” he whispered.
  • she blinked a few times and swallowed, she nodded and responded, “with my life.”
  • “then trust me now.”
  • he smiled at her mischievously as he grabbed her hand again.
  • before she could ask anymore questions, they apparated on the spot, and they were suddenly on the roof of the three broomsticks.
  • “fred! we can’t be up here!” she lectured, “if one of us were to fall off or get caught-” 
  • but he interrupted her rant by kissing her softly. she couldn’t help it, she melted into the kiss.
  • once he pulled away, her eyes were still closed memorizing the feel of his lips against hers, and fred smiled to himself as he noticed this.
  • he then whispered, “no one will catch us, and i won’t let us fall.”
  • she opened her eyes and studied his. they were golden brown like ginny’s, and sometimes their resemblance to each other was shocking.
  • “fine,” she said as she laid back on the blanket he had brought with him, “but it’s your fault if i get detention.”
  • she saw him smirk from her peripheral vision, and he suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist so she could rest her head against his chest.
  • they star-gazed for awhile when fred finally asked, “what do you think of immortality?”
  • this peaked hermione’s interest, and she sat up a little bit to look directly at him, “i think it would be awful,” she answered honestly, “besides, that’s what voldemort wants and aims for. that must mean it is wrong.”
  • fred’s brow furrowed slightly like it did whenever he was thinking deeply, and then he replied, “i don’t think immortality would be bad. i wish i could be immortal, but obviously not for the same reasons as you-know-who.”
  • “why would you want to be immortal?”
  • he turned his body so he was lying on his side, and he brushed a curl out of hermione’s face as he looked into her eyes.
  • i want to be immortal so i get to experience everything life has to offer. there would be unlimited options of what to experience next. i could also feel the love i feel for you forever.
  • hermione smiled shyly and then said, “there is one problem. if you’re immortal and i’m not, you would have to move on.”
  • “i wouldn’t move on,” he told her seriously, “i couldn’t. you’re all i see, and you’re all i would ever see.
  • she swallowed back some tears, but fred saw them in her eyes.
  • “i love you,” she whispered, “so much.”
  • he smiled softly and leaned in closer to her lips, “i love you, too.”
  • they kissed for awhile after that, and once fred pulled away, he wrapped his arm around her again so she could rest her head against his chest like before.
  • hermione was focusing on his heartbeat.
  • they were silent for awhile, and hermione always enjoyed their silence.
  • it felt natural.
  • “fred?” she suddenly whispered.
  • “yeah?”
  • “if anyone deserves to live forever, it’s you,” she told him, and she meant it. 

anonymous asked:

How about botw zelink first kiss?


There was little time in Zelda’s life for romance and, to be completely honestly, she never felt the need to push the issue. Her hours had been spent praying, studying, discovering and being the general figurehead of hope that her Father needed her to be. Her mother died before she ever managed to pass on any life lessons in love or how to activate the powers her veins carried.

Which left Zelda to figuring it out all on her own.

Well, until Urbosa. The Gerudo took the girl under her wing as best that she could while still maintaining her role of Champion. Urbosa did not teach Zelda from books or in the drawling way that her teachers did. She sat her down and spoke with the utmost honesty. Something the then sixteen-year-old appreciated.

Blonde hair tied into a twisting bun, Zelda slumped against the inner wall of Naboris with a groan. Urbosa raised an eyebrow and peered down at the girl. “Something amiss, Princess?”

“This heat… it is making my…” She faltered, speaking such things aloud would have given her Father a shock but Urbosa understood. She always did. “Cycle especially tortuous.” She managed a pained smile. “Your tips have helped. Thank you.”

“I’m just surprised that you’d never heard of them!” The Gerudo slid down to join her companion. “I wonder what else they have not told you?” Urbosa frowned, deeply. “Sex?”

Zelda flushed, brightly, and rapped her on the shoulder. “Urbosa!” She covered her blush with her palms. “Of course.”

“Good.” She laughed, loudly, at Zelda’s embarrassment though her amusement quickly turned to gentleness. “And what of love, young one?”


Urbosa sighed, pulled her charge close, and leaned her cheek against Zelda’s golden hair. “Love. Being in love. What it means, what it can mean?”  She shifted so that she can look into the teenager’s eyes. “I worry for you. ” She took her hand into her own. It was warm, calloused and gentle. “You have not experienced much of the world, Princess. I fear that they will place you in a loveless marriage and I do not want that for you.” The Gerudo smiled, softly. “Do not allow them to steal real love from you.”

She never really finished that conversation with Urbosa. Link arrived with a summons from her father and they parted ways. They saw each other from time to time but neither approached the subject. There were more important things to be discussed than matters of the heart.

It’s something Zelda can recall following Calamity’s defeat. Urbosa’s gentle words and the oppressing feeling of time running between her fingers. Link takes her hand to help her ascend to the top of a peak. The heat is unbearable but lightning stands, unwavering, before them.

His fingers linger around her palm. He releases her to move toward the Beast and Zelda remarks on how steadfast he has been for her. Link glances back and smiles, gently. “Would you like a moment… alone with her?”

“Yes.” She shouldn’t be surprised that she’s already an emotional wreck. She’s cried upon visiting every single one of them. This was the last one. The hardest good-bye to swallow. Zelda walks forward to press forehead against the machine. “There are so many things I want to ask you, to share with you. I never thanked you for your guidance or the care you showed. For the love, you gave me when I needed it.” A shaky breath. “Like so many others, I do not know that I am ready to say good-bye but I wish you peace.” She steps back and brushes the tears from her face. There is so much more to say but Zelda turns away.

Link smiles and steps forward with his hand out. “We will see them, again.” She takes it and lets him curl her into his chest. 

“I know.” Zelda twists so that his hands locked behind her lower back. She holds his face in her palms and smiles. “Thank you for coming with me.” 

“Of course.” He says because he needed to say goodbye too and because she needed him. 

Zelda doesn’t know what romantic love is like. It has never been explained to her in words that she can fully comprehend… looking at this man. She thinks she might be coming to a conclusion. She tests that theory by planting a gentle kiss upon his lips. For a moment, she wonders if Naboris has struck her with lightening when Link returns the action with the tilt of his mouth.

She has many things to discover about life and love. She hopes her friend will be proud that she intends to find it all out her own way.

Eight years Final (M)

A/N- hey, so its been a while since i updated this series. But this is the last of eight years. I’m not really all that happy with it… So I may take it down and change it, if i have a better idea for. But for now this is it. Thank you to everyone who followed the series. 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 


~ Part four ~ 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you told Jungkook you needed time to think. It’s like you didn’t love him, because you did. In actual fact you have never stopped loving him. The eight year gap was merely.. a pause, your feelings could never die for Jungkook. Which worried you, hugely. What if he stopped loving you? What id he didn’t actual love you? So many possibilities of what could happen. 

This was a little sudden though. You and Jungkook had only started to see each other in a romantic way… Marriage so soon, was it wise? Your mom would love it, she loved Jungkook and wanted Grandchildren as soon as possible. 

In those two weeks you had avoided Jungkook as much as possible. He understood, but it didn’t stop him from missing you. Your body sleeping soundly beside him, your giggle, smile, he missed everything about you. He yearned for you. In his eyes, you were his one, his only. He didn’t need to search the seas for his ‘fish’, because you were it. You were his somebody. You were his one. But Jungkook was question, was he yours? 

You missed Jungkook too. His morning cuddles, the love he had for you consumed you whole. There was no denying his love for you. You could tell by the way he looked at you at work. How he would leave you coffee on your desk with little sticky notes, telling you he loved you and missed you. He was a sweetie. But marriage.. now? 

It was Friday and you  are walking into work. You can’t wait til you can leave today, you’re going to go home and watch k-dramas and eat ice-cream all weekend. You walked over to the lift and pushed the button, it opened and you got on. Just before it closed Jungkook slipped in, shit. He looked amazing as always, you just wanted him to hold you. But you being a little shit just awkwardly smiled at him. Why could you just tell him that you love…? Because you were afraid of getting hurt again. 

“I miss you, a lot.” Jungkook simply states. You look up at him, his eyes are full of sadness. “I don’t regret proposing to you, because I love you and I only see myself with you. So take all the time you need, ignore me all you want. But I’m still yours and your still mine.” You smile, cause he just called you his. Just as you are about to respond the lift opens and in walk Jung Hoseok. Of fucking course. He smiles brightly at you and joins the both of you in the lift. 

“Hey beautiful, How are you?” You giggle at Hoseok and his 100 watt smile. 

“I’m good, Hobi. How are you?” You reply. 

“I’m great now that I’ve seen you.” You blush, he was such a charmer. “Since it’s Friday, do you want to go get a drink after work?” Hoseok asks you, smiling a beautiful smile. You look over to Jungkook to see his knuckles turning white from holding the steel railing in the lift. 

“I’m sorry, Hobi. But I already have plans.” You inform him. 

“Oh, well, maybe next time.” The lift opens and Hoseok walks out. Just as you are about to follow him, Jungkook grabs your hand. He reaches behind you and closes the doors to the lift and hits the emergency stop button. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Jungkook pushes you up against the wall, you gasp. His stare was intense to say the least. 

“Who are you meeting after work?” His hands are on either side of your head, trapping you. His breathe is tickling your skin. All you wanted to do was join your lips with his. 

“I’m not meeting anyone.” You confess, you can’t tare your eyes away from his. He gives you a confused look. 

“Then why did you tell Hoseok you were?” He questions. 

“I knew you wouldn’t want me meeting up with Hoseok, so I told him a white lie.” Jungkook smirks. 

“That’s my girl.” Before you know what’s happening, Jungkook is leaning down and joining his lips with yours. The kiss quickly becomes heated. His hands travelling down your body, your hands one on his neck the other in his hair, pulling him closer. Jungkook starts to kiss down your jaw and neck, your breasts, he kisses down your clothed stomach. He reaches the top of your skirt, his hands push up your skirt so its around your hips, exposing panties. 

“Jungkook! We can’t do this here!” You half shout. He just smirks up and you and starts to leave hickys on your thighs. Sucking, nipping and kissing purple marks onto your legs. You really missed this, felling close with him. Jungkook pushes your panties to the side, raising one of your legs over his shoulder. He starts to lick your pussy slit. 

“Jungkook.” His skillful tongue has you moaning and whimpering his name. It was all to much, but then he adds his fingers into the mix. He pumps two fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, still kitten licking your clit. The more you moan out, the Jungkook smirks, you can feel it against you. 

“Cum for me baby girl.” He starts to suck on your clit, the sight making you weak at the knees. You orgasm all over Jungkooks fingers. Your panting trying to catch your breathe when Jungkook comes back up. He softly kisses your lips, you can taste yourself off him. His forehead rest against yours. 

“Come back to me. I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me, okay? I just need you. I can’t sleep known your not going to be in my arms when I wake up…. Just .. Please, come back to me.” Your eyes tear up at Jungkook’s plea. You cup his face and connect your lips with his, putting all your love and emotion into the kiss. 

“I’m not going anywhere… I just. Don’t you think its soon for marriage.” You confess your feelings. 

“Y/N, too soon? That’s why you said no? What do you mean too soon. I’ve loved you since the day I meet you and you loved me. We lost eight years, cause of my stupid idiot brain. I don’t want to lose another second without you. And I want to be able to flaunt my sexy ass wife around. Image, we would be such couple goals.” You can’t help but chuckle at Jungkook. 

“How about you be my boyfriend and i’ll be your girlfriend, and maybe if you’re lucky we can get married in due time. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.” You fix your skirt and panties into there rightful place and glance back up at him. 

“Okay, but can we stay at your place more. I like your body washes.” You roll your eyes and kiss your boyfriend. 

One year later… 

You smooth out your tailor made dress, having your last glance in the mirror before leaving the room. You are meet by your father and your friends. 

“You look stunning, darling.” Your father kisses your forehead. You link arms with him, decending down the long aisle. You look up to see the handsome man you loved standing at the top. He turns to look at you walking closer and closer. Your eyes lock and its like no one else. Its just you and him. You finally reach him, your kiss your father and take your place beside your fiance. 

“Hey baby. you look amazing.” You smile brightly at him. The priest babbles on about love and what not, but your just gazing into your soon to be husbands eyes. His hands are holding yours and his smile is bright. 

“Do you take Y/F/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

“I do.” 

“Do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I do.”  

I’m sorry this is sooooooo bad.

 -Admin Abe x

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◘ Anonymous asked:

Hi! I love love love your blog and your writing!!! You write some of my favourite Newt imagines. Anyways, could you write one where the reader is engaged but Newt loves her. Also, Tina, Queenie and Jacob don’t approve of the guy because he has an unfaithful reputation, so they convince Newt to talk the reader out of her engagement because they know Newt loves her and that they belong together! I’d like a super fluffy ending if you could please <3

There was one secret that everyone knew but you… Newt Scamander was madly involve with you. However, you were engaged to another and to be married in only a matter of months. No one was too thrilled that you accepted the proposal but out of fear of hurting or upsetting you, no one voiced their disapproval. 

You had met the gentleman, Thaddeus Stainton, while working at MACUSA. He was the handsome Chief of Staff and all the woman in MACUSA were in love with hem. Whenever he passed by, all the woman in the area would stare and either run in to something or lose their train of thought. It was only natural that once word got out he was interested in you, the other ladies became jealous. 

His reputation was a mixed one. Some said he was an unfaithful man and in the past had cheated multiple times. Others said he was one of many charms and knew how to treat a lady. You, however, always wanted to believe the best in everyone and when he asked you out on a date for the first time (conjuring a rose with his wand and causing small flecks of confetti to erupt from the tip) you could scarcely say no.

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Fic: Creeper (Part 2)

Summary: The promised continuation of “Creeper,” but can totally be read on its own as a separate one-shot. Dan and Phil’s first night together doesn’t go quite as either had imagined.
Word Count: about 3K
Rating: Teen
Tags: Fluff, 2009 Phan
Author’s Note: “Creeper” just didn’t seem complete on its own, so I decided to continue it. I think there’s going to be just one more part/chapter after this.

[Chronological list of all fic posts in the Creeper series]

Creeper (Part 1)

Creeper (Part 2)

They sit side by side on the floor in Phil’s bedroom. The only light is from the street lamp down the road, shining distantly in through the window. Dan said he was afraid of the dark, but that he wasn’t afraid as long as Phil was with him, and Phil’s dimly lit bedroom feels cozy and intimate. The bed would be too intimate right now, but sitting on the floor together, talking in hushed tones despite the emptiness of the house, is perfect.

Like the day, which had been perfect as well.

To be honest, the Sky Bar was a little out of Phil’s extremely limited price range, but he knew Dan would love it, and he did, so it was worth it. It was the grand finale for their first day together, and it had definitely been grand. Phil had never been there before, himself, and he’d been impressed and a little intimidated by the poshness, but Dan had been transfixed. He’d stared round at the incredible city view like a little kid, but only about half the time. The other half of the time, he stared at Phil instead, looking just as fascinated. And Phil couldn’t look away.

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Please Don’t Say Goodbye (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Summary: Philip lets you know of the duel he has challenged George Eacker too, and you beg him not to go. However, he still goes and promises you that he will come back. Will your true love return to you, or will you live without him for the rest of your life?

Warnings: Mentions of death and sadness/angst.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2075

A/N: So I know there are many stories like this, but I thought I would add my own version to the mix. While it was interesting to write this, it was heartbreaking. However, I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think of my writing. I love to hear from you guys! Also, thank you so much for all of your support! In the past few days I’ve felt so welcomed on Tumblr, so thank you.

When you had first met Philip Hamilton at the Hamilton’s Winter Ball, you knew your life would change for the better with this man in it. Just as so many people agreed, Phillip resembled his father in a number of ways: he was handsome (and knew it), extremely intelligent, and not to mention he met his true love just like his father.

You had just been standing off to the side of the ballroom, when Philip approached you. He introduced himself, kissed your hand, and asked if you would grant him the honor of allowing him to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room. Blushing, but accepting, you took his arm and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Soon, you two found yourself dancing the night away, and growing closer with each passing song.

The time finally came for the night to end, and you were disappointed because you did not want to let go of the wonderful man you had found. Luckily, Philip felt the same connection and asked if he could write to you. For a few weeks after the ball, you and Philip corresponded back and forth, falling in love with the other more and more with every new letter you received.

Your courtship finally began after a month or so of writing letters; both his family and yours thought highly of your relationship. Just as before, each new day brought something new to share with the other, and some new way to fall even more in love than the day before.

Not long after your courtship began with Philip, you realized how much of a passionate and protective person he was, particularly towards you. While it was  romantic at times to see how much he really cared for you, it also caused you to worry for your courter. Philip would get into many fights with a Mr. George Eacker, and you would always worry he would do some idiotic.

Unfortunately, your prediction came true.

The trouble all started one day as you sat waiting in the park for Philip. You had agreed to meet at two o’clock, but he was well over thirty minutes late. Suddenly, an angry looking Philip came storming through the park, headed in your direction. You instantly stood up looking to comfort him, and asked why he was so upset.

“It’s all George Eacker’s fault. He was being more of an ass than usual.” Philip seethed, trying to calm down for your sake.

Laughing gently, you chided him for his remarks and intertwined your hand with his and led him for a calming walk around the park. Philip and George were never on good terms (similar to Alexander and Jefferson, adding to the list of similarities between father and son), but you were never worried. It was all just talk and no show. That was until now.

Philip still seemed to be rather tense as the two of you walked around the park, so you decided to pry even further.

“Philip, please be honest with me. What did George Eacker do this time?”

Sighing and running his hand over his face, Philip started to explain. “I was walking by him when I saw him talking to a group of men, but I was minding my own business and tried to walk away. Then, I heard him disrespecting my father’s name, he was still trying to hold the Reynold’s Pamphlet against him.” Philip described.

You rolled your eyes at Eacker’s actions, but hugged Philip. You knew he was still upset by what his father did, but he still respected him, and would always try to defend his honor.

Before you could try and tell Philip to just ignore Eacker, he continued. “And on top of that, once he saw me, he suggested I was just like my father. That I would do the same thing with the w-whore girl I was courting.” he finished, whispering the last part.

As you reached your hand towards Philip’s face to comfort him, he took ahold of your arms and looked down at you apologetically. Confused, you titled your head to the side, and tried to figure out what Philip had down. He only ever looked at you like that when he did something wrong.

The worst thoughts running through your mind, a look of horror etched itself on your face. “Philip, what did you do to protect your father’s name?” you inquired, nervous for the answer, your voice quivering slightly.

“I challenged him to a duel.” Philip answered honestly, although his voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock and you could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Why, Philip? Why would you do this?” you pleaded with him, looking up at him with a miserable look on your face.

“I had to! I had to protect my father’s honor, and I had to protect you honor.” he admitted, whispering the last part.

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a strong, protective hug. You buried face into his chest, and he could feel your shoulders shaking up and down as you sobbed.

“Please, please don’t go.” you begged. “We both know that George Eacker is not a man of honor, and he will forfeit all rules of a duel.” you continued, trying to convince Philip to not go through with his plan.

“I must go now, I have already challenged him, and to back out now would give him more to talk about. Tomorrow morning, I will row across the Hudson, shoot my gun in the air like my father advised me to, and come back safe and sound to you.” Philip vowed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled away from him, eyes widened in shock. “Your father knows about the duel and is encouraging it?” you shrieked, now fully stepping away from Philip.

“He is, but please lets not talk about this anymore. Let us spend this afternoon like we originally planned.” Philip said, linking his arm with yours again.

As he tried to pull you away, you stood your ground, still looking angry. “So your saying, there is nothing I can do to convince you to stay away from this duel?” you asked, in a last attempt to protect the man you loved.

“No, but do you want to know what  my motivation is for coming back?” he asked, and when you didn’t answer, he continued. “The moment I came back, alive and well, from that duel, I am going to ask your father for your hand.” he confessed.

A shocked, yet pleased, smile stretched across your face. You stared into his eyes and saw the love he held for you in them. For the afternoon, you decided to forget about the danger Philip would soon be in and enjoy your date.

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Best Friend confesses Series: Seungkwan

This is part eleven of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)

Seungkwan is a bright spark and a ball of energy, so you think it’s slightly unfair that he suits cold weather so well. He’s standing ahead of you as you approach, waiting for you at the mid way point between your apartment and the Seventeen dorms. He looks very cute when bundled up in a winter sweater and the long purple scarf you bought for him, pastel beanie pulled down over his ears with a giant pom pom on the top, and cheeks pink beneath it. You think it might be a weird thing to think about your best friend, but considering how you take it as your personal assignment to be the one to cheer him up when he’s feeling self conscious, you decide it’s only natural to notice the days when he looks good.

It’s also very sweet that he was willing to walk all this way in the frigid air just to meet you. You know he’s not usually in the mood to go so out of his way on his day’s off, and he was going to see you anyway since you were walking to his place after all. There really was no need for him to come.

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Best Birthday Ever

Pairings/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve, Natasha, Thor. Tony and Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: The Reader recalls her best birthday ever.

Prompt:  “I bet this isn’t what you thought you’d be doing on your birthday when you woke up this morning.”

Word Count: 1,868

Warnings: A little bit of angst that ends in fluffy goodness.

Tags: @oneshot-shit, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (My beta)

A/N: #Kinza’s 17th Writing Challenge using the above prompt.

*GIFs used are not mine*

June 1st, 2017

“Natasha, it’s fine. I know that you and Steve have been planning this date for months. No, go ahead and we’ll do something tomorrow afternoon okay? Now go before Cap has a fit that you aren’t there on time, like usual. Love you too sweets.” Y/N hangs up her phone with a sigh and takes a moment to gather her thoughts together.  She felt bad for lying to Natasha but she didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was cancelling on her birthday dinner.  She hates to make a big deal about it but this is the first time in years that she hasn’t had someone to celebrate with, be it family, friends, or a special someone.  

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Wrapped Around Pt.2 (Usnavi x Reader)

Word Count: 3,765


Authors Note: I’m sorry for terrible smut, this is my first go at it so feedback would be greatly apprecciated. I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU THINK I DID! ILL BE IN HELL IF YOU NEED ME. KISSES.

Request: If requests are still open and you want to, I think something with jealous Usnavi could be cool. Maybe with some NSFW if you do it and feel like it works? Whatever is fine! I hope you have a lovely day/evening!

Part 1


Your muscles stopped functioning, and you stood there with your mouth agape. You couldn’t believe how vulnerable you were last night.

“Y/N.” Usnavi opened his mouth. You slammed the door in his face, running to your shared bedroom. You pulled out a suitcase and began shoving all of your belongings into it. “Y/N, please.” Usnavi yelled through the door banging on it. Tears began to fall again, but you quickly wiped them and zipped up your suitcase. You yanked at your bag and opened the door to your apartment to reveal Usnavi still standing there. He had a spark of hope in his eyes before they traveled down to your suitcase. You pushed past him trying to get to the elevator. You pressed the elevator button when Usnavi grabbed your wrist. “Y/N, please let me explain.” he whined. “I’ve heard enough of you.” you stated firmly not turning to face him. “Y/N-” He began. “No. No. I’m tired of this. I’m tired of wondering how many times you’ve lied to me. Tired of worrying about Vanessa. Tired of you.” You spat at him as you pulled your arm from his grip. Fishing the apartment key from your back pocket, you threw it at him. You stepped to the elevator, and watched him as the doors of the elevator closed.Just when they closed, Usnavi made a run to hit the button once more and the doors reopened. He walked in, his eyes staring into yours. You didn’t know what he was doing until you felt his familiar lips against yours and his arms snaking around your waist. You had to use all of your strength to not kiss him back. You slightly pushed him off. “Y/N, please. I didn’t mean anything I said yesterday. I love you. You, Y/N. not anybody else.” he declared confidently, but his eyes were silently pleading you to believe him. You looked down at the dirty floor of the elevator. “I need time.” you whispered, pushing him out of the elevator. The doors began to close once more, and he stood there shock all over his face.  If it was even possible, your heart broke even more when the doors shut, and the elevator began to descend.

You knocked a few times on the door when Benny finally opened the door. “Hey Y/N, ho-” he stopped mid sentence when he saw you. You just gave him a look, and he moved aside allowing you to come in. “Are you ok?” Benny cautiously asked. “Fine.” you replied stiffly settling into the couch. “It’s not fine if you’re here and not at home with Usnavi.” He reasoned. “I just need time to think.” You breathed out closing your eyes. “Well you’ll have the whole apartment to yourself, I have to head to work.” he said, fixing his tie. “Sounds great.” you sang, lying down and curling your legs to your chest. “I think you meant ‘Wow thanks Benny’” he said sarcastically. You glared at him, and he put his hands up in surrender before leaving the apartment. And there you were. Alone with your thoughts. It was then when it hit you. You had lost Usnavi because of your actions.

Benny walked into the bodega only to see Usnavi at the counter looking like a mess. He was still wearing the same thing from last night. “Bro, what happened?” Benny asked making his way to the counter with his milkyway. “Nothing.” Usnavi mumbled, pouring his coffee and checking out his items. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that Y/N is at mine if you need her.” Benny said walking out of the bodega leaving Usnavi to stare lasers through his back. Usnavi punched the counter with rage. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why was he so jealous? He quickly flinched back to see his red knuckles. Frustrated, he pulled of his cap and ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t have anyone to blame. He had lost you because of his actions.

You were sound asleep when someone jerked you awake. Your eyes shot open to see Benny standing there. It was dark out and you hadn’t moved since he left. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been lying here all day.” He nagged. “Sorry bud, I don’t like to lie.” you rasped, your voice groggy. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching your arms. “Well get up because we’re going out.” he said. You gave a sarcastic laugh before lying back down. That was when Benny grabbed your arm and yanked you up. You gave a startled grunt before massaging your shoulder joint. “I literally just broke up with my long time boyfriend and you’re making me go out?” you raised an eyebrow. “Girls stay in and eat and gossip.” you mutter. “Well I guess you should’ve thought of that before befriending me because last time I checked I was a guy.” Benny responded, loosening his tie. You rolled your eyes and tried to lie back down when Benny threw his bunched up tie at you. “Pleaassee.” He begged giving you puppy dog eyes. “No.” you said, fluffing the couch cushion. “You owe me.” he grinned, crossing his arms. “Oh really?” you said lying back down. “Remember that time I walked in on you and Usnavi getting it on in the back room?” he began when your face flushed red at the memory. You jerked up and gave him wide eyes. “And I promised not to tell Sonny?” he was smirking now. “Ok, ok, ok. Stop right there. I’ll go.” you said making a beeline to your bag. Benny just laughed, and you smacked his arm before walking into the bathroom to change.

You dug around your suitcase and sighed. Of course out of all of your dresses, the only one in your bag was the skin tight tube dress you wore when you were in high school. You lifted it from its place and lifted it to your body. ‘Maybe it’ll fit.’ you thought as you squeezed the bright blue spandex onto your hips. 5 minutes of fiddling with the zipper, you were sucked into the dress. You turned to look in the mirror and were pleasantly surprised. You ran your hands along your hips and smiled, it fit better than you had remembered. You turned on the tap and splashed water on your face before digging into your makeup bag. 10 more minutes in the bathroom you stepped out and walked in front of Benny. He looked up at you and gave a whistle, and you smiled and gave him a 360. “Damn Y/N. I haven’t seen you wear that since high school.” he motioned to the blue dress. “It’s cause I haven’t.” you said running your hand over the fabric. “You should wear it more often. You look hot.” he said linking arms with you. You choked and looked up at him. “In the most friend way possible.” he blushed. You laughed and leaned into him, walking out of the apartment.

“Dude, you’re going out again?” Sonny questioned Usnavi as he was getting ready to close. “Well, I just lost my girlfriend. The only thing that could make this situation better is if I just forget about it.” He said locking the doors. “Just- be careful.” Sonny said patting Usnavi’s back. “And don’t go kissing Vanessa or some shit like that.” he said. “Where did you hear that?” Usnavi fretted. “I heard from the salon ladies.” he replied, finger gunning Usnavi. Usnavi just buried his head in his hands and headed to the bar. He desperately needed a drink.

You stood at the bar next to Benny enjoying yourself. It was true, you hadn’t gone out in a while, and maybe the way boys handled breakups was just as useful as the way your girl friends did. “Having a good time?” Benny asked in your ear. You eagerly nodded when your eyes landed on Usnavi. He was staring right at you and you quickly turned away. You leaned into Benny. “He’s here. You knew he’d be here. Is that why you brought me here?” you said pissed. “What?” he exclaimed before looking to see Usnavi himself. Usnavi clenched his drink in his hand. You ‘needed time’. He scoffed. Yeah, you needed time with Benny. You saw him give the stink eye to Benny when he leaned into your ear and you smirked. You put your hand on Benny’s face when he went to talk. “What are you doing?” Benny whispered. “Just go with it.” you hissed back moving your head slightly so that his lips ghosted yours. You turned to look at Usnavi who was now visibly irritated and batted your eyelashes innocently. You grabbed Benny’s hand and led him into the dance floor, you felt Usnavi’s eyes follow you two. You and Benny stood in an open area of the dance floor and you placed his hands on your hips. “Y/N?” He said confused, moving his head to your ear. You looked up at Usnavi whose knuckles were white from clenching his drink too hard. “Follow my lead.” you said turning around and leaning your head back so it was on Benny’s chest. You slowly began to sway your hips and he moved with you. He was a much better dancer than Usnavi. Cautiously you began to grind on him and he just gripped your hips harder. You looked to where Usnavi was sitting and saw him with his jaw on the floor. You raised an eyebrow and gave him a smirk. A ‘what are you gonna do about it?’ look on your face. You closed your eyes and continued to dance. When you opened them to give Usnavi another shit eating grin he wasn’t there anymore. You stopped dancing and began looking around when you felt someone grab your arm and drag you from the dance floor. Before you had any say you were dragged all the way out of the club to the sidewalk where you finally got a good look at the person. You were taken aback when you realized it was Usnavi who was desperately trying to hail a taxi. He looked just as tense up close and when he finally managed to get a taxi, he pushed you into the back seat sitting next to you. You looked up at him to see that he was the one smirking now. “Bad idea babe.” he whispered in your ear causing goosebumps to travel down your body. You would be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to what he was going to do. Yours and Usnavi’s sex life was usually vanilla, you didn’t know what a shot of alcohol and jealousy would do. His hand landed on your thigh and gripped at your skin. You couldn’t help but feel your heart jump at his touch. His hand slowly inched up to where your skin met the blue spandex. You tensed unsure if he was going to go further. You two were interrupted when the taxi came to a halt in front of the familiar apartment complex. You tried your best to hide your disappointment as Usnavi paid and got out of the taxi pulling you out with him. His hand was around your waist tightly, dragging you into the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed he pushed you against the wall and buried his head in your neck, his lips beginning to suck at your skin causing a gasp to escape your throat. The elevator doors opened at your floor and you two tumbled out. Usnavi frantically digging in his pocket to find the key.

The door flung open, and you trailed behind Usnavi and turned around to close the door when you felt him press up behind you. He moved his head so that his mouth was against your ear. “You need time huh?” he said, beginning to bite at your earlobe. You let out a shuddering breath and gulped. “I’ll give you time babe. A good time” he said before moving his lips to your jawline leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your neck. His hands found the zipper at the back of your dress and quickly unzipped it. He stepped back so you could shimmy your way out of it, leaving you in only your underwear, having gone bra less. You turned around so you were facing him, and his eyes began to roam all over your body before landing on your breasts. He stepped to you once more and he pressed you up against the door. You slightly jumped and hooked your legs around him and he wrapped his arms around your bare thighs. He carried you all the way to the bed and set you down. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Usnavi approach  carefully. You slightly bent your legs and opened them, looking at Usnavi through your eyelashes. He hooked his fingers on your underwear and quickly slid them down leaving you completely exposed. His mouth found yours once more but left quickly finding your neck. He dragged a finger through your folds and you let out a frustrated moan. “What was that?” he taunted, his fingers teasing at your entrance. “P-please.” you whimpered, your hips bucked the slightest and he slid in two fingers. A satisfied groan left your lips as you threw your head back. He began to pump his fingers in and out of you still kissing your neck. His thumb began to rub circles over your clit. “U-Usnavi.” you moaned at the new feeling. “You like that babe?” He cooed beginning to rub faster. Your eyes shut and you nodded your head. “Shit. oh god. Usnavi.” you warned him, your legs beginning to shake involuntarily. He curled his fingers inside you and you let out a strangled groan, pleasure spreading through you. “Oh my god. U- Usnavi. I… so close-”  you managed parts of your sentence before he quickly pulled out his fingers leaving you hanging. You opened your eyes to look at him only to see him sucking on his fingers. Damn where was this Usnavi when you were with him? You used your finger to hook it onto his shirt collar and bring him up to you. He looked at you mesmerized, moving closer to you. You quickly tore off his shirt and traced your fingertips all the way down to the top of his pants. He got the memo and got off the bed to slip them off, along with his boxers. He eagerly made his way on top of you again, and you giggled at his excitement. He blushed deeply before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him in so that your lips met his. He quickly deepened the kiss and you moved your hand dangerously low on his stomach. You used your hand and wrapped around his length and slowly began to pump. He moaned into the kiss, and you smiled pumping faster. He broke the kiss and tore away from your grasp. He leaned over you to the bedside table and fumbled around the drawer and pulled out a condom. Instead of putting it on himself like always, he handed it to you. You looked at him questioningly. “Come on Y/N. Put it on for me.” he dared, his brown eyes had a look of lust you had never seen. You opened the foil and slowly rolled it on to him and watched as he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent moan. You pumped him a few more times for good measure but also to see him in a state of pure pleasure. He pushed you back on the bed and you laid there, excitement bubbling in your core. His tip teased at your entrance and his hand moved down and began rubbing at your clit. “How do you feel babe?” he asked looking at you. You held his gaze blushing, trying your best not to let any embarrassing noises escape your lips. “So- o- good.” you quavered, biting your lip again. “Yeah?” he questioned beginning to rub in a different direction which made you take a sharp inhale, his tip still teasing you. You nodded closing your eyes. “Look at me.” he commanded and he stopped rubbing you. You opened your eyes and looked into his, and he began to slowly rub at your clit again. This time you couldn’t stop yourself when an embarrassing moan escaped your lips. You blushed deep red, still unable to tear your eyes from Usnavi’s because of the pleasure he was causing. “There it is.” Usnavi cooed rubbing faster now. Your rocky exhale caused another plethora of sounds to escape your mouth, revealing how much you were enjoying this. Usnavi smiled and pushed into you without warning causing you to cry out. “Shit, you’re so tight.” he murmured in your ear as he began to move. You hooked your legs together, wrapping around his torso. “I love you so much, I hope you know that.” He panted, quickening his pace. You groaned and looked at him, “I love y-o-oohhh” you yelped when he hit the spot. His pace gradually got quicker and he continually hit your sweet spot, and every time an obscure noise would flood the room. “Uuusnaviii.” you moaned shakily, your muscles beginning to tighten. “I’m gonna-” You tried talking, one hand scratching his back and another grabbing at the sheets. “No.” he said, his pace not slowing. “Please, please. Oh my god. U-snavi please.” you begged, your body not listening to his command. “Whose girl are you?” he grunted getting close himself. “Yours.” you cried out feeling your orgasm blooming. “Whose?” He questioned again. “Yours- yours! Usnavi’s” you exclaimed unsure how long you were going to be able to keep yourself from coming. “That’s right baby. Come for me.” He purred and you obliged falling over the edge pulling on his hair and moaning his name repeatedly. Usnavi bit into your shoulder as he released into the condom, but he continued to thrust into you through your orgasm. Your hips spasmed and you gasped for air, seeing stars.

He pulled out of you and got out of bed, discarding the condom. When he returned he made his way back into the bed with you. You were facing out and when you felt Usnavi’s body weight on the bed you turned to face him. His face turned red as the both of you realized what you had just done. “That was…” you began unable to find words for what had just happened. “Yeah.” Usnavi said still flushed. “Listen it was a mistake.” you said shifting to get out of bed. Usnavi’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back on the mattress. “Don’t say that.” he said, using his hand to move a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I needed time and here I am again.” you said to yourself, burying your face in your hands. You pried yourself from his grip and got off of the bed. Usnavi quickly got up, following behind you. “Y/N please. I made a mistake. I didn’t mean anything I said last night. You have to believe me.” he said trying to get you to look at him. You ignored him and tried to zip your dress up. “Y/N-” “Usnavi. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed time.” you said once you got your dress on. You slipped on your shoes and headed for the door. “Wait.” he urged as he headed to the coffee table to grab something. He made his way over to you and handed you the apartment key you had thrown at him earlier. “I don’t care if you break up with me, get back with me, just want to be friends, or whatever. I just know I at least need you in my life.” you grasped the key tightly in your hand. “Y/N whatever happens to us. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you because I need you and I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” you froze at his words and a  tear escaped from your eyes. Usnavi’s hand went to wipe it away. You quickly turned to the door again. “I-I need to go.” you stuttered before running out of his apartment.

Usnavi stirred from his sleep when he felt something poke him. He felt something on top of him, something against his lips. He returned the gesture before shooting his eyes open realizing what was happening. You sat there straddling him a smile playing on your lips. “Good morning.” you said getting off of him. “Y/N?” he stuttered out blushing. “Oh stop blushing, do I need to remind you what we did on this very bed last night?” you teased. “Why-why are you here?” he said rubbing his eyes making sure you were actually there. “I came back late last night, but you were already sleeping.” you said fiddling with the hem of your t shirt. His eyes moved around the room to see your suitcase open in the room. “You came back?” he whispered more to himself than to you. You nodded, looking at him. “I realized that I love you. I trusted you but you broke my trust Usnavi. But everyone deserves a second chance. Especially if this kind of love is once in a lifetime, I don’t want to miss it.” you gave him a half smile. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I hurt you and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to live with myself knowing that.” he said looking at the white sheets. “Hey, it’s ok.” you said cupping his face so he would look at you. “I promise I won’t hurt you again.” he said sticking out his pinky. You laughed at this gesture but returned your pinky. “And I promise I won’t get so jealous.” he said rubbing his neck. “No, I don’t want that.” you said smirking. “But if I hadn’t gotten jealous of Benny I wouldn’t have-” “If you hadn’t gotten jealous we wouldn’t have had great sex last night.” you finished for him smirking. His face flushed a deep red and he forced out a laugh. “Y/N, you have me wrapped around your finger.” he said giving into you. You laughed. “If you only knew the power you had over me Usnavi.” you sighed leaning into him, appreciating his presence.

Zach Werenski #5 - Norwegian

Anon asked: Hi, can you do a Zachary werenski one? Maybe something really cute? Like maybe meeting the girls family for the first time and it’s a bit hard because the girl is from the Nordic parts of Europe so her parents ain’t the best at english.

Anon here you go! You only said the Nordic parts so I chose Norway because that is where I’m from. I’ve lived in the US for the majority of my life though so I have essentially lost all of my Norwegian speaking ability. The first time I went to visit, my aunt tried speaking to me in Norwegian and I only knew like half of the words she was saying. Needless to say she is very angry at my dad for not making keep up with it. Also in order to show the difference in languages being spoken I italicized the “Norwegian” just to make it easier to read. I should have done that for a past imagine I wrote with different languages but didn’t think of it until recently. 

You had been dating Zach Werenski for nearly two years and he had yet to meet your parents. This was due to neither you nor your parents being from the United States so while you moved for university they still resided back home in Norway. You kept up with them through video chatting and email but it wasn’t the same as being with them. You would occasionally go home to see everyone but they had only been to the US once, to help you move in. When you finally got your own apartment you invited your parents to come to Ohio to visit. Though Norwegian is your native language you grew up learning English as well, as most kids did so the transition between countries wasn’t as hard as it could have been. Your parents on the other hand spoke very little English though they were doing their best to learn.

Zach offered to accompany you to the airport to pick them up but you thought it’d be best if he just met them back at your apartment. When you watched them exit the plane it was like all your worries disappeared.

“Mama! Papa!” you waved them over.

Your mom dropped her bag and practically ran over. Your dad approached at a slower pace seeing as he had to carry your mom’s luggage as well. They both pulled you into a hug and your mom pulled back to look at you. You felt your eyes prick with tears but quickly wiped them away.

Where is your boyfriend?” your mom asked.

At home.”

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anonymous asked:

top 5 mclennon moments

Okay. So everyone knows the main moments like them meeting in Woolton and going off the Paris, so let’s go for some smaller stuff.

1. Since I was thinking about it yesterday, I’ll start with this gif. John’s eyes following Paul like that, it’s amazing.

2. Also I’ll stick this one in here too. The way John looks at Paul’s lips… I love it. It looks like he wants to lean in and kiss him.

3. One of my favourite John/Paul things is when they make each other laugh, especially with in-jokes where they’re play-acting or doing something stupid. So I’ve got to put some session recording here. Since tumblr won’t let me link audio directly I’ll just post links to the pages. Let’s go with this one where Paul’s pretending John is ruining his am-dram production.

4. Also this one where they’re singing one of the songs they obviously wrote when they were kids in a horribly strong scouse accent.

5. And finally, I’ll stick some pictures of 1967 in because that year is just amazing. Look how happy they are. Staying at Paul house all day, walking Martha together and then working together in the studio. Then staying at Paul’s house at night too. I just love how they finally got some freedom to do what they wanted after they quit touring and they just spent it together.

Well that’s it, thanks for the ask, I enjoyed that! hopefully the links work lol

Perfect (Jungkook)

♢ Pairing:
Jungkook x Reader

♢ Word count: 1.3k 

♢ Genre: A bit angsty but not too much, FLUUFF

  ⌲ Description: Whenever Jungkook is feeling down, you’re just the person he needs to see.

I yawned discreetly as the teacher continued to drawl about the second world war and how Korea was involved in it. Not that I was paying much attention, so honestly I didn’t know what we were doing at that time. Of course it wasn’t just me who was being bored to death. Practically the whole class was doing other things without the teacher knowing, as his black rimmed glasses were on the tip of his nose and staring down at the book in his hands. 

Another yawn escaped and I propped my elbow up on the desk and leaned my face on my palm, while absently staring out the window, where the sun was shining brightly. I feel my eyes slowly closing as I struggled to keep myself awake. A few minutes won’t hurt right…


I nearly fell out my seat the moment the bell rang and the class was in an uproar as students stuffed books and papers down their bags while rushing out, happy to get home. I on the other hand, who was a lazy person the moment I was born, took my time. While just chewing on my gum and slowly zipped my bag shut before going out the door. I mumbled a bye to my teacher and bowed briefly before leaving though. 

Running my hand through my thick and uneven hair, I grimaced at the slightly greasy state it was in. It had only been two days since I had washed my hair and it was already in this kind of state. The struggles of having long hair, I thought in despair. Resisting a tired groan, I reached my locker and just harshly bumped my fist on the metal when it popped open easily. Pretty much manhandling my books, I threw them inside and shut it again with a hard slam. School always pulled my mood straight down to hell. I wasn’t one of those popular students either, more like average. 

Or below average more likely. 

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