it was the only way i could make it fit

i really hate how gender alignment terminology has been taken by binary ppl and basically changed to mean “basically women” or “basically men”

like that terminology is rlly helpful for a lotta nb folks but now im kinda… suspicious when i see it (esp being used by cis ppl) bc so often it’s been just turned into a way to make nonbinary identities fit into neat little binary boxes which… is very obviously fucked up

like, they act like binary aligned people are the only nonbinary people, although maybe they might include people who are completely genderless, but god forbid someone could be classified as male and female aligned… or is genderfluid between a wide range of genders…. or really anyone who doesn’t fit perfectly into the binary that they’re forcing so many people into

like….. i once saw a person saying that a genderfluid person who occasionally had male/male aligned days could never call themselves sapphic, even if they predominantly were female aligned, because they had too much connection to the male gender and like… seriously???

not to mention people make the mistake that female aligned = afab and male aligned = amab which i shouldnt even have to explain how thats transphobic as fuck (to put it simply, thats just a long ass way of saying you think genitalia = gender)

like… its so frustrating because these terms couldve been so GOOD for so many nonbinary people but theyve just been warped to hell and back and it sucks :/

Joker Imagine - You Lose Your Virginity

WARNING: SMUT!!!! This is not for kids (But are any of my imagines tho?)

Originally posted by fuckyeahumbrellaboy

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Your P.O.V.

Being Joker’s girlfriend wasn’t easy, but I loved it. I loved spending time with him, stand by his side and feel special. He made me feel like I was one in a billion. Even tho he could be scary and really crazy, I loved him. Most people feared Joker for his behaviour which was good, but I knew him better. We’ve been together for just a few weeks, but it was enough. He was crazy and I was crazy, a perfect mixture for Gotham city. A crazy couple that likes to play with Batsy. We had a lot of fun, but then came the more personal part.

I was still a virgin.

The fact had made me nervous and to be honest I was scared. Joker wasn’t a gentle man, he was more dominating. I knew he had a rough grip so I was stressed about when the time would come. I was mentally ready, but I was just scared as heck. My old friends had told me that they were in pain, that it stung and some of them even bled. Knowing Joker he wouldn’t be any gentler than an ordinary guy, perhaps he was worse.

 Damn he didn’t even know. I had always came up with an excuse like ‘I’m on my periods’ ‘the wounds I got from the heist hurt’ or ‘I’m tired, sorry’ when he tried to take kissing a step further. Now he probably suspected something, which was ok. I knew I should tell him.

It was Valentine’s day, 10 p.m. and he would come home anytime soon. I had been up all day as he was on a heist with Frost. I had stayed on purpose, trying to prepare myself. Joker was surprised when I a blood thirsty little monster didn’t come with him to kill a few people who didn’t pay him back. While he was gone from the luxurious penthouse, I was thinking. I knew that I’d give him my virginity tonight. So I had taken a warm bath, I read loads of blogs where people talked about losing it. It was the same pain and blood kind of shit. But then I saw more positive posts. Some said that foreplay and lube could make it better. Also not everyone would bleed. So I felt a little better.

I sighed and grabbed my laptop. Then I sat down on our bed, on the dark purple sheets and I sat comfortably. Then I opened a tab and decided to do something I didn’t do that often, but I felt like I had to. If Joker would catch me, I’d be so embarrassed. I watched some more mature videos, yes porn. To be honest it was kinda hot and impressive how these people did all that. Maybe one day J could take me like that? Damn it was a thrilling thought. I got so lost in my thoughts by watching the video that I forgot to follow the time. The volume was quite high and a girl was moaning really heavily. I bet her moans were echoing through the house. I just watched keenly, slowly getting wet.

Then I heard footsteps coming closer loudly. My eyes widened and my breath hitched in my throat. Before I could sit up, Joker walked in with a gun in his hand. There was an angry look on his face. My heart jumped to my throat and I froze on the bed. ‘’Oh’’ He muttered and lowered the gun. Instead of being angry, he smirked. ‘’Is my kitten horny?’’ He purred at me. He still had his silver jacket on. He probably thought that something was happening here so he just hurried to me. A blush spread on my face and I shut the tab and then put the computer away. Way to go.

‘’We need to talk’’ I cleared my throat and looked away from my boyfriend. It was really embarrassing to be caught watching porn. ‘’Hmm I’d love to talk’’ Joker told me deeply and crawled in bed next to me. I noticed that I got tense. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him. His usually ice blue eyes were dark and his pupils were bigger than normal. ‘’I should..um..there’s..can you..no do you want to..ugh..’’ I wanted to tell him about my virginity, but I was so nervous that I didn’t make sense. I stopped stuttering when he put his fingers on my lips. ‘’Do you want me to fuck you?’’ He asked me shamelessly. My eyes widened a bit and I felt like I was a heat lamp by now. Why was this so bad?

‘’Kinda.. yes’’ I whispered and watched how his smirk turned into a grin. ‘’But there’s something..you should know’’ I hurried to say before he got started. Joker nodded and waited for me to tell him. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was ok. He should know. ‘’I’ve..I’ve never done this before’’ I spat it out shyly and expected him to laugh, but nope, he didn’t laugh. ‘’I figured’’ He replied calmly. I looked at him with surprise. Before I could ask him how, he kept going. ‘’You always had an excuse kitten. You could have just told me’’ He let me know and climbed above me. I looked into his eyes quietly. Joker sat on my hips, but he put most of his weight on his legs. 

‘’Sorry’’ I apologized for not telling him earlier. ‘’Hmm..it’s ok. But why didn’t you tell me kitten? Why’’ He pried while taking off his silver jacket, revealing his red shirt that wasn’t buttoned. I saw his toned chest and to be honest I liked that sight. ‘’I was scared’’ I admitted, knowing that being honest with him was the best choice. Joker took off his shirt as well before he leaned closer to my face. ‘’Why were you scared?’’ He purred quietly and cupped my face. I put my hands on his and took a deep breath, noticing how his scent of gunpowder and cologne calmed me down.

‘’I was scared because I know it hurts..and it’s kinda embarrassing’’ I admitted, finding it hard to speak when he started kissing my neck. J licked my skin and then started kissing me until he found my sweet spot. I whimpered,but muffled it by biting my lips together. ‘’It’s not embarrassing’’ He told me seriously before looking back into my eyes.This side of him wasn’t really familiar for me. He wasn’t angry nor overly happy and cheerful. He seemed like he genuinely cared about my safety. But there was also that smirk there since he caught he watching that video. 

‘’You know I won’t hurt you right?’’ He whispered into my ear. I licked my lips and closed my eyes for a while. ‘’..unless you want me to’’ He added darkly, but I knew what he meant with that. ‘’I trust you J’’ I let him know. All this got me hornier and I just wanted to get started. I felt impatient, but also shy and vulnerable. ‘’Look at me’’ He demanded and so I opened my eyes. His face was right above mine. ‘’I’ll take care of you. Why would I ever want to hurt my queen?’’ He looked at me seriously, but he didn’t seem angry. I cracked a smile and it was enough for an answer.

Then J pressed his red lips against mine. I relaxed into the kiss and shut my eyes again, kissing him harder. Joker opened his mouth a little so he could push his tongue out. I gave him access to my mouth and then he started exploring me like never before. His hand travelled down on my body so he was cupping my right boob. I tensed as he touched me and of course he noticed. J pulled back and looked deep in my eyes. ‘’Relax kitten’’ He demanded calmly. I nodded and took a deep breath. 

Then he grabbed the hems of my black shirt that I was wearing and he dragged it up until I was shirtless. I watched as he threw the shirt away somewhere on the wooden floor. The cool air made contact on my skin and I felt goosebumps rising. Then J got up, standing next to the bed. He unbuckled his belt and got out of his black jeans. I was wearing golden pajama shorts and black underwear. When I saw J in his boxers, I realized that this was real. He had a boner and man it looked huge. How could all that fit inside me?

‘’What did you think of when you watched it baby?’’ He broke the silence and got on the bed again. I sat up next to him and sighed. Was it so obvious that I had been thinking of him? Of us doing those things? ‘’You’’ I replied shortly. J put his hands on my shorts and dragged them off, making me raise my legs so he could take them all the way off. Now we were both in our underwear only. I couldn’t help but to be nervous, but I was getting really wet. ‘’Mmh baby..’’ He growled with a smile and suddenly dragged me on his lap. I put my hands on his muscled shoulders and bit my bottom lip.His grip was strong, but sure. I liked it.

‘’I’ve thought about you very very much baby..About you and me, together’’ He purred and then his hands played with my bra. He unclasped them and I felt them hanging by the straps. He had never seen me buttnaked before, but I didn’t mind that he would now. Then he slid them off of me and threw them away as well. My nipples were hard and I knew he noticed. I mean, my boobs were nearly in his face. ‘’You’ve got really nice tits’’ he smirked and cupped both of them. Then he gave them a squeeze, making me flinch because the sensitivity came so suddenly. ‘’I know you like them because you’re always staring’’ I chuckled and tried to feel comfortable. I wasn’t uncomfortable either, just nervous.

‘’Have you touched yourself?’’ J asked me seriously and then licked my left nipple. I bit my bottom lip and nearly moaned when he blew cold air on the spot before nibbling me with his teeth. He used his hand on the other one so I wouldn’t feel lonely. ‘’Tell me’’ He reminded me and kept going. As I opened my  mouth to speak, he bit me a little harder, making me moan. ‘’That’s my girl, don’t hold it back’’ He let me know more happily. ‘’Now tell me, have you ever touched yourself while thinking of us?’’ He wanted to know very eagerly. It made me think of the few times I had done that. It had all been very recently. He was making me a horny mess.

‘’Yes J mmh’’ I whimpered, getting wet for him. Then I looked at my horny boyfriend who got a dangerous dark twist in those pretty eyes. ‘’Dirty dirty girl’’ He rumbled deeply. Then he used his mouth on my other boob. I leaned closer to him so his face was hugging them. I wanted to get some friction, but I was patient enough. I knew that foreplay was important so it wouldn’t hurt so much. His warm hands squeezed my boobs a little harder, making me jump a little every time, but I liked the feeling. Suddenly he pinched both my nipples, making me gasp. ‘’I need to punish you for being a naughty girl, but not tonight’’ He warned me and then moved his hands on my back, sliding them down until he clutched my bum. He did it to press our clothed crotches closer. Then he leaned back against the bedpost and attached his lips on my neck.

‘’Damn..I can feel how wet you are’’ J admitted and grinded his hard on against me. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head from the unfamiliar touch, but the feeling it made. My clit was pulsing by now because I was so eager for his touch. ‘’Oh baby girl..how long have you been waiting for me?’’ He licked his lips and kept planting kisses on my neck and chest. ‘’A few hours’’ I answered shortly, focusing on the small amount of friction that felt good already.

‘’Maybe..just maybe I won’t tease you too much now’’ He thought out loud. Then he rolled us over so he was on top. I looked into his eyes and now it was my turn to smirk. ‘’It must be tight in those boxers J’’ I whispered and touched his back with my nail, gently tho. ‘’Trust me, it is’’ He growled and then pressed his crotch against mine again, way harder than earlier because he was on top now. As I was about to moan, he pressed those sweet lips of his against mine, making me moan into his mouth. He grabbed my hair with his left hand to keep me steady. The feeling of him dry humping me was so good after waiting so long.

Then he let go of my lips, looking into my eyes silently for a while. He was probably finding it hard to keep control over his actions. ‘’Daddy’s hungry’’ He let me know. At first I didn’t get it, but I was quick to catch on. J went down on me and soon he bit my last piece of clothing, my undies. I watched as he slid them off very slowly, keeping eye contact while teasing the hell out of me. ‘’J’’ I whined impatiently, but couldn’t help but to admit that it was hot. His hands touched my thighs and then moved closer again. He moved his eyes away from my eyes to look at my heat. I felt a little shy and embarrassed again. No one had ever been this close to me.

‘’Oh you’re glistening..something needs to be done here’’ He purred excitedly and placed a kiss on my inner thigh. I squeezed the bedsheets and waited for him to do something. I didn’t even realize that I was holding my breath until he told me. ‘’Relax kitten, I’ll make you feel good’’ He promised me. I let out a long breath and then encouraged him with a smile. ‘’Please daddy’’ I begged him. Something twisted in his eyes and his grip got tighter, but I didn’t feel any pain. Then he licked my pussy slowly, from my clit to my opening. I gasped and then held my breath for a few seconds. J didn’t stop now. He kitten licked my wetness and then attached his mouth of my throbbing clit. I moaned loudly in pleasure. It didn’t hurt, yet.

J nibbled my clit with his teeth and made me arch my back. He put his right arm on my hips to keep me on place. ‘’Damn baby you taste so good’’ He complimented me and kept licking my clit. ‘’harder J’’ I whimpered, wanting more. I wanted him to take me harder. It was probably because I was so horny. ‘’Baby girl..I feel like after a few times you’ll be one feisty beast in bed’’ He chuckled and then pushed his index finger inside of me. He had long and kinda thick fingers. I had never felt that before from anyone else than myself and I had smaller fingers.

I chewed my bottom lip and whimpered as he started fingering me. It hurt a little, but it felt so good as well. Then I moved my hand to touch his arm he used to keep my hips down. J looked at my face to see if I was in any kind of discomfort.  He wasn’t smiling and he had a dark look on his smug face, but I could tell he was both happy but worried. He truly cared about me. ‘’Does my kitten enjoy this?’’ He purred and curled his long finger against me soft walls, hitting a spot that made me moan loudly. He noticed and kept pressing his finger against that magic spot. 

‘’Y-Yes’’ I answered him and tried to buck my hips, but it was useless. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers while using his other hand to pleasure me. Once he pulled out his finger, he pushed back two. This time he had more difficulties getting both in smoothly. I gulped and realized that it hurt a little. J saw it on my face and he stopped. ‘’Relax’’ He reminded me and used his thumb to rub my clit. ‘’Keep going’’ I told him a little unsurely. He listened to me and fingered me with two fingers, but he couldn’t get both fully in. My head leaned against the pillows and I squeezed his hand, but I still moaned out in both pleasure and pain. Soon he managed to get both fingers in and he pressed the magic spot again. 

‘’Fuck yes’’ I breathed out sharply. ‘’It wasn’t that hard to find’’ He told me proudly. I guess the magic spot was my G-spot. He was still slow with his fingers, but I wanted more now that I got more used to it. I wanted to feel him in me, to be connected with him. ‘’J’’ I whispered nervously and looked into his dark eyes. ‘’Yes baby?’’ He answered quickly and stopped moving his fingers. I felt how my juices stained the sheets. I couldn’t help but to think of the chance of bleeding.

‘’I want you’’ I told him honestly. J pulled out his fingers and climbed closer to my face. ‘’Do you want me now?’’ He questioned me with his sexy raspy voice and touched my bottom lips with the fingers he just used to finger fuck me with. I nodded and opened my mouth so I could taste myself. J pushed his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean. ‘’I’ll get a condom’’ He let me know. J pressed a kiss on my stomach, making me smile, before he got up. He walked to the dark brown drawer and opened it, grabbing a condom. Reality hit me again. This was it. I just hoped that he managed to remain as calm as possible. J wasn’t normal, but I couldn’t be happier to share this moment with him. No one else could replace him, never ever in a gazillion years.

J took off his boxers and then I saw his cock. My eyes widened. Now it looked even bigger. Pre-cum was dripping from his tip. He was stone hard. It would be a miracle if this wouldn’t hurt. I mean I barely managed two of his fingers and now that? He was at least nine inches long, at least! ‘’Do you want to put it on?’’ J asked me, knocking me out of my thoughts. He had holding the condom near me. I grabbed it from his hand and then ripped the small package open, revealing a slimy piece of rubber that would keep us away from infections and kids.

Then I looked at his cock. Was I supposed to touch him? What if I’d screw up? J noticed that I was staring, so he decided to speak. ‘’You’re adorable’’ He chuckled and then grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand close to his erection. My hands were trembling because I was so nervous, but damn I wanted this. ‘’Um..How do I know when it’s right?’’ I mumbled, feeling like my brain was running in circles. ‘’I’ll know, just roll it on’’ He encouraged me. His voice was raspier than normally. I grabbed his shaft and tried to keep a gentle touch. I had no idea if it hurt or what it felt like for him. Then I put the condom on his tip and tried to remember what I had learned earlier. I pinched the tip while rolling it on. Then I let go and looked at J for approval.

‘’Good, was it so hard?’’ J asked me and licked his lips. I shook my head no, but to be honest I just wanted to begin. ‘’Now baby girl you need to relax, okay?’’ He looked deep in my eyes while making me lie down on my back. ‘’I will’’ I promised him and took a shaky breath. Joker grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. Then he positioned himself close to my entrance, letting the tip touch me but he didn’t push in yet. My nerves were about to kill me.

‘’Hey, look at me’’ J demanded and I was quick to do so. He grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. ‘’Do it’’ I whispered and prepared myself for the pain. I gritted my teeth as he pushed his length inside of me, stretching my walls that had never experienced this. First I couldn’t feel pain, until he got an inch or two in. ‘’Fuck’’ I hissed nervously and tensed my muscles.J stopped and clenched his jaw. This wasn’t easy for him either. ‘’Y/N, take it easy baby’’ He reminded me. Tears stung my eyes, but it was mostly because of my nerves. I had been thinking too much all day and this was the moment all that stress and worry came out. It didn’t hurt so much that I couldn’t handle it.

‘’You’re doing good, now be a good girl for daddy and relax’’ J spoke slowly, but deeply. I nodded and relaxed after taking a deep breath.He kept going slowly. I felt the struggle, since everything was so tight down there. J never broke eye-contact while he entered me. Then as I thought things wouldn’t get worse, I felt a stinging pain. ‘’Ow ow ow’’ I whined and gritted my teeth. J didn’t stop, he kept pushing himself in. I knew that he had torn my hymen. ‘’I know it hurts baby,but it’ll be over soon’’ He promised me seriously. The tears rolled down my face, but I didn’t sob. Then he cupped my cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. I liked J like this, which I never expected. 

Soon he was all the way in. J stopped, wanting me to adjust to his size. I was breathing heavily because my nerves were unravelling. It stung and hurt as my walls stretched, but it didn’t get any worse. Actually now that he wasn’t moving, it didn’t hurt too much. ‘’You’re doing so good’’ J purred and tried to stay still. Man he had been weeks without sex and now he had to contain himself, which was a hard task for Joker. I was so glad that he cared about me enough to not hurt me on purpose.

‘’Move’’ I whispered after a while. He nodded and pulled back. I gritted my teeth, but tried to stay relaxed as he moved. J was almost all the way out until he pushed back in, this time a little faster without stopping. I grunted in pain but the pleasure made it bearable. J growled under his breath. I untangled our hands so I could hug him by putting my hands on his strong back. J supported himself a little better now and found a better position. Soon he was finding a slow but steady rhythm. One more single tear rolled down my face until I started to find pleasure coming above the pain. I moaned quite loudly now, allowing J to know that the worst pain was over. He smiled, but it quickly faded as he started to pace up.

My nails raked his back without me noticing. ‘’Fuck J’’ I cried out in pleasure. The feeling was new but so lovely. His big cock rubbed my soft and sensitive walls by every move and once he was in me, his tip hit the magic spot that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. ‘’Do you feel good?’’ He asked me darkly and he gritted his teeth. We were both getting sweaty, but neither of us minded. ‘’Y-Y..ah fuck yes!’’ I wailed out happily. J started breathing heavily and so did I, but I was a moaning mess as well. I bucked my hips against J’s to get more friction. I wanted him to go faster and not be so careful anymore. Just like I read the pain goes away after a few minutes. Now I felt simply amazing.

‘’Faster..’’ I whispered quietly, but he didn’t quite catch it. I knew he wanted to go slow to keep me safe which was sweet. J probably found this hard, since he actually gave a fuck about me. I knew how to make him take me harder tho. ‘’Fuck me harder daddy’’I told him loudly. J slowed down until he stopped. My ass was wet because I was legit dripping arousal. J put his hand on my jaw and looked into my eyes seriously. ‘’Y/N..don’t get me to the point where I can’t control myself’’ He warned me, but I knew he wanted it. Me being the crazy girl who didn’t follow rules anyway did something else.

‘’I know you want to..I can take you daddy’’ I purred and bucked my hips, already missing the feeling of him fucking me. I wanted more. I didn’t even care if it hurt a little bit. ‘’Y/N’’ J growled and shut his eyes. I smirked, knowing that I got him. ‘’I’m all yours daddy, look at me’’ I said innocently. When he opened his eyes I used my left hand to touch my clit. J looked at my actions for a few seconds until he lost it. He grabbed my wrist harshly and pinned it next to my head. ‘’Oh darling you’ll cry soon’’ He warned me angrily. Finally. 

Before I could answer, he grabbed the bedpost and let his anger out on me, just as I expected him to. J pounded himself balls deep in me, making the sound of skin slapping against skin echo in our room and probably the entire penthouse.’’Yes..Yes daddy’’ I gasped and rolled my eyes to the back of my head again. Then I curled my toes and felt a knot forming in my stomach. J was going really hard, harder now that I thought he would. ‘’Is this what you wanted?’’ He growled heatedly. I couldn’t even answer him. The pleasure and pain mixed together had me overwhelmed. My mouth was open and I was gasping between my loud cries of pleasure. The look in J’s eyes was so sexy but dangerous.

I had awakened a beast.

J kept slamming his entire length in me, until a strong feeling seemed to come closer. I guess I was close to an orgasm. Although I also read that most women don’t come the first time, or even the first few times. ‘’J’’ I tried to say his name, but it came out as a whisper. J growled and kept doing this hard work. A shiver ran down my spine and I struggled to breathe. It felt so good. ‘’J’’ I tried again and it came out a little louder. ‘’You’re close, I know’’ he let me know. Tomorrow would be a day I’d find it hard to walk. I just felt it.

As the feeling grew stronger, tears stung my eyes again. I wanted to let go so bad, but I found it hard. I blinked, letting the tears wash down my face. But the roughness was fucking amazing. I knew I wasn’t normal. ‘’Ah-’’ I screamed, but fell silent as a wave of pleasure washed across my entire body, feeling like a good slap. It’s like all my other senses numbed down, only allowing me to feel the amazing feeling. It made my abdomen muscles tense. I curled my toes and used my free hand to dig my nails into J’s back.

After a while I came back to my senses, still feeling like heaven, but something unexpected happened. I got super sensitive. It’s like every move J did was like twenty times more sensitive. ‘’J’’ I whimpered, still recovering from that hard orgasm. He didn’t stop yet. I screamed out and my body started shaking. I was pushing him, but I wanted more. I wanted this, but my body couldn’t handle much more. J noticed and then stopped. He pulled out and put my legs down. I squeezed them together, panting hard on the bed now. J took off the condom and I watched as he came seconds later. His cum cum shot on my body, landing on my stomach. His entire hot load just pooled on my skin as I panted.

For some reason I liked that dirty sight of being covered in his cum. But now I felt like I was on fire, but it was so worth it. J was breathing heavily and he ran his hand through his hair. I cracked a smile and I looked at my boyfriend. Suddenly I felt much closer to him, it’s like we were more serious. ‘’Thank you’’ I whispered tiredly, but I was so happy. J  looked into my eyes more calmly now. ‘’Well it’s not over yet doll face. I need to run you a bath, you’re bleeding’’ He let me know. My eyes widened. Then I sat up, ignoring the burning sensation. He was right. There was a little blood on the sheets. Fuck.

I wasn’t sure if he was angry or not, but I still grew nervous.’’Shit sorry..I-I’ll clean up’’ I promised him quickly. Before I could panic more, J cupped my face and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back. The kiss was sweet and salty, but it sure calmed me down. Then J grabbed my wrists and let me put my hands on his chest. ‘’Oh kitten just take it easy, it’s fine. Daddy isn’t mad at you’’ He assured me. ‘’I lov..’’ I started, but quickly shut up. His smile faded. Joker never told anyone those three words, at least not that I knew of it. He knew how to show his emotions, especially when he got protective over me or when he wanted to spend time with me. He knew it as well ,but so far he had never said that he loved me. I was kinda nervous now. Everything went well, but I went and tried to say those words to him.

Way to go.

‘’I loved it’’ I cleared my throat, talking about the sex. Maybe he’d think through it. J sighed and then stood up. I thought he’d leave me alone, but instead he picked me up in his strong arms. So he carried me to the master bathroom. ‘’I know what you were going to say Y/N’’ he admitted ,but I was unsure if he was angry at me or not. He wasn’t obvious like an open book. No, Joker was a nut that was hard to crack, but I was going the right way. ‘’Sorry’’ I whispered and looked down. He put me on my feet and locked the white bathroom door. My legs were numb, kinda feeling like jelly. So I sat on the edge of the tub quickly. Then I watched as J let the warm water fill the big tub, big enough for two.

‘’Don’t be sorry’’ He started a little angrily. Well sherlock it wasn’t easy not to be. I didn’t want to ruin a perfect night with my own stupid feelings in words. J kneeled down in front of me and rested his head on my knees. ‘’Do you mean it?’’ He wanted to know. A blush spread on my already rosy cheeks. Then I nodded, a little scared if I had to be honest. Instead of getting mad at me like I expected him to be, instead of hitting me neither, he did the opposite.

‘’Well..I think that’s good, so I know our feelings are mutual’’ He let me know mysteriously. Just as I expected, he wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ but he found a way to let me know. 

Well this was a perfect valentine’s day..

celestial-ray  asked:

Okay this might be really weird but could you do klance like accidentally confessing to each other /but/ both of them just assumed they mean in a friendly way and it only hits them like /hours/ later that they both confessed. If that makes any possibly sense. I love your blog by the way.

they stayed up all night cuddling after this 💜

So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”


“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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“Is this what you like,” she asked with a grin. “ you just couldn’t help yourself could you? You just had to cum inside me and make my belly all big and round with your big twins didn’t you?

Because of you my clothes don’t fit anymore and I have to waddle around everywhere, and my huge boobs get in my way all the time. Plus, everyone knows that he only reason my belly is so big is because I like to spend a lot of time on my back and I can’t control you enough from fertilizing my waiting eggs.

Now because of you I’m so big I can barely reach my aching pussy to please myself. If you’re going to keep getting me all big and pregnant and not letting my belly stay flat, the least you can do is come over here and put that big cock to good uses whenever I need it.

How to create a protective servitor

Protective spells are a common way to shield yourself from various types of threats, whether it be negative energy or direct attacks from others. The major problem with these types of spells is that they require a lot of energy. In chaos magick, a servitor is basically a program created by you to do a specific task. In this case, we’ll be creating a servitor specifically for spiritual protection.

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Drunk Love

Summary: Mickey and Ian walk into the house completely wasted and neither of them realized Carl and Fiona were in the room.

Word Count: 1064

Notes: To whoever requested this– I love drunk gallavich too omg


“Oh, shit,” Ian groaned as he tried climbing up the stairs of his front porch. Mickey was still at the bottom laughing his ass off as he watched his drunken boyfriend attempt to walk up the stairs without anything to lean on.

Mickey choked back another giggle. “You’re not gonna make it.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Ian said before falling over the last stair. He bursted into fit of laughter, and so did Mickey.

“Are you okay, dumbass?” Mickey trudged his way up the stairs only to trip on his shoe lace. Luckily he caught himself, unlike Ian.

Ian stayed laying on the ground until Mickey reached him to help him up. “You could barely get up this mountainous staircase either, fuckhead!”

Mickey snorted and flung Ian’s arm around his shoulders when he got him to his feet. “How did we even get this hammered?”

“Man, I don’t know,” Ian said with a grin. “It’s a hell of a lot of fun though,” he kissed his boyfriend’s cheek as they walked into the house.

The drunken couple falls onto the couch without any realization that Carl was sitting on the steps and Fiona was in the doorway of the kitchen. Ian laid his head on Mickey shoulder and Mickey ran his fingers through the other boy’s red hair.

Suddenly Ian made eye contact with his boyfriend. “Mick! Mickey! Guess what?”

“What?” Mickey said in what seemed like an uninterested tone. He was slowly dazing off to sleep until Ian laid his hands on him and started to shake his shoulders.

“Do you know we’ve been fucking for four years?” He said in amazement. “That’s a long ass time,” he said proudly.

Fiona and Carl abruptly turn their heads to meet each other’s shocked gaze. Four years? How didn’t they tell anyone it’s been so long? They couldn’t believe that they weren’t aware of the boy’s long relationship until quite recently.

Mickey nods his head. “Haven’t gotten fed up with your ass just yet, Gallagher,” he said with his usual cocky smirk.

“That’s because you love me, duh,” Ian rolled his eyes, and made the comment sound like it was obvious.

Carl couldn’t help but smile at the drunken conversation that his brother and Mickey were having. He never got to experience the sight of a real and strong love– other than Kev and V– so it was nice to see. This is the type of relationship he wanted to have one day.

“Hmmm,” Mickey joked. When Ian’s brows furrowed in fake sadness, Mickey gave in. “You’re right, you’re right. I love you,” he sweetly pecked his boyfriend on the lips. “Oh shit, you made me really fucking gay.”

Ian smirked. “You’ve always been really fucking gay, dumbass! Now you just got someone to be gay with.” He kissed Mickey. “I love you toooooo,” he hummed.

They kiss for a short few moments before Ian started giggling into Mickey’s mouth. “What the fuck, Firecrotch?”

The nickname “Firecrotch” caused Carl and Fiona too gag. It was definitely not nice hearing Mickey refer to their brother that way. The two eventually gave each other a look that said they should stop being creeps and watching the couple, so they were about to head to their bedrooms when Ian’s voice distracted them once again.

“Remember when you threatened to rip my fucking out if I kissed you?”

Mickey scowled at him without any real threat. “Shut the fuck up,” he said bashfully. He hated that he tried pushing Ian away for so long.

From the look in Ian’s eyes though, Mickey knew he was not going to let up. “You were so scared, Mick. I waited about two and a half years for you to kiss me—” Ian gets cut off by Mickey’s lips.

When they separate from the kiss, Mickey has a satisfied expression when Ian is staring at him and looking starstruck. “Well you got what ya fucking wanted now, didn’t you?” Ian nods. “I like kissin’ you,”

“Are you goin’ soft on me?” Ian joked with a grin. When Mickey scowled at him once again, he shook his head. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I like kissin’ you too,” he kissed his cheek.

“M’tired,” Mickey mumbled.

“Wanna go upstairs and sleep?”

“Too far,” Mickey shrugged. Neither of them turned to see the stairs so they were still completely unaware of Carl’s presence there. They also didn’t turn towards the kitchen either so they didn’t know Fiona was there as well.

Suddenly Ian sprawls himself out across the couch. He motions for Mickey to do the same, so he obliges. The two boys wind up laying face to face. Their arms are wrapped tightly around each other and their legs are intertwined.

Mickey almost immediately closes his eyes, and just as quick Ian starts talking again. “Mickey,” he says.

“What? I wanna fucking sleep,” he responds without opening his eyes.

“You’re pretty,” he kissed Mickey’s forehead.

Red rushed to Mickey’s cheeks after hearing the compliment– he still wasn’t used to that stuff. “Shut up,” Mickey said softy. “Go to sleep, I love you.” He nuzzled his face into Ian’s neck.

“I love you too. Good night,” he was practically beaming in joy as he shut his eyes.

Each boy fell asleep extremely fast due to the amount of alcohol they consumed earlier. They were definitely going to be facing a wicked hangover in the morning.

Fiona and Carl are left staring at the sleeping couple with wide eyes. “You think their out?” Carl’s asks.

“Out cold– I hear snoring,” Fiona responds as she walks forward.

“I know they were drunk, but holy shit,” Carl laughs. It was nice seeing Ian so happy.

Fiona reciprocated with the same chuckle. “Who would’ve thought Ian could make fucking Mickey Milkovich  fall in love? That kid really does have a heart,” she said.

“Only for Ian though,” Carl added.

“Clearly.”

They both took one last glance at the couple before heading upstairs to go to sleep. For a moment they were both stuck in their own separate thoughts of wanting a relationship like that. Ian and Mickey were head over heels in love, and they may not show it all the time, but that type of love is what people dream about.

Broken Promises (Alec x Reader)

“We promise Jace we wouldn’t do this” You said to Alec as he started to kiss down your neck.

“Promises are meant to be broken” Alec mumble against your skin, leaving you full of goosebumps.

“Look at you becoming a bad boy”

Alec stopped kissing you and look at you in the eyes and said

“Are you going to keep talking or are we going to hav-” but before he had a chance to finish a knock cut him off at the door.

“Y/N are you in there?” You heard your brother Jace say.

“Shit” You both cursed at the same time, quickly putting on yours guys clothes

“Give me a minute, I’m getting changed” You yelled.

“Alec hide” you whisper to him while you finished putting on your shirt.

“Where?” He half shouted, crossing his arms. “Where can I possibly go?” You looked around the room when your eyes landed on your wardrobe.

“In there” you told Alec as you pointed to it.

“Really Y/N” He said while rolling his eyes.

“Yes now, go before Jace breaks down my door and sees you” You stated as you started to walk towards the door. Just as you reached the door you could hear Alec shutting the wardrobe doors behind him.

“Yes brother” You spoke as you opened the door revealing a pissed off looking Jace.

“We need to talk about Alec” He said as he pushed his way in your room.

“What about Alec?” You asked, hoping that he didn’t find out of the truth.

“It’s about his attitude when it’s comes to Clary” Jace huffed “Your his best friend and a girl so do you have any idea why he’s so rude to her and not you?”

You could practically see Alec rolling his eyes to the wardrobe doors.

“Jace, Alec is rude and close off to basically everyone. You should know that by now. I’m different and you know that, I’m your sister if he didn’t like me he would have a problem with you and Isabelle” You said. Jace just stare at you then you both heard a little creek. Shit, you thought he could find Alex

“What’s that?” Jace asked as he looked around your room looking for the spot where the noise came from.

“Probably just my wardrobe doors” Jace raised his eyebrows at you questioning. “I made have went on another shopping spree with Izzy” You said as try to pull the guilty look.

“You two and clothes” Jace said he rolled his eyes fully believing your lie. He started to make his way out but before he left he turned to you and said “Could you talk to Alec about Clary please? I mean you are his best friend”

“Your his parabatai” You said crossing your arms. Jace went to say something back but you stop him “I’ll do it but only for you”

“Thank you sis” Jace said before shutting the door leaving.

“I’m never getting in there again” Alex told you as he got out of your wardrobe.

“Aww is the shadowhunter to tall too fit?” You teased him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Alec leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stop” he mumble all you could was laugh, it was funny seeing serious Alec go into this shy boy. You gasp as you felt Alec starting to suck on your neck.

“Alec” You whisper, he looked up at you and smirk.

“Where were we?” Alec as he pulled you both towards the bed.

☆ SHADING TUTORIAL BY ONCHA ☆

hoping it will be useful for some of you! (灬╹ω╹灬)
since many, MANY of you requested it, i spent a little time on this one even if it’s messy, hoping that some of you guys may find replies on their questions about “what color do i put here???”

== so, let’s start this tiny tiny lesson ==

★ i’ll start by saying that when it comes to shading, many people think that the only color that fits is black or dark grey, which is the WRONGEST thing you could ever do! even in realism, where you can see shadows that seem greyish, there is a little color, and that is because the surface you are putting shading on, reflects light, which is actually colored and has a pattern/texture on it! clothing, bandages, wood, plastic, rubber, fur, skin, lattex - everything reflects light on its own way, and so has a colored shading. in art, this thing is even more emphatized to make it look pleasing, colorful and catchy, so i drew some little examples to show how i use colors for my shading technique!

★ the first column is made by pastel rainbow colors, the second column is made of normal saturated colors, and the third one is a grey scale.
i tried some different hues and palettes for each one, even if you can see that i frequently use blue and purple.
those two are, in fact, the most used colos in shading, and works super well on basically everything, maybe making them darker or ligher depending if you are using pastel colors or not.
my shading is based on color contrast, infact you can see that i use blues on warm colors and purple/pinks on cold colors: it creates depth and adds a nice effect to it.

★ same with grey scale!
look at how colorful can grey, black and white look! it only needs a little bit of experiments, don’t be afraid to change your shading hue: colors won’t be hurt and you will be happy with the result! ^w ^

★ the same thing i do with shading, i’ll do for lights and lightspots, just with an overlay layer instead of multiply! most used are obviously pastel colors, but i often see people use white for it! instead of that, try a light pink, yellow or blue: you will be super satisfied of the result!
the only colors that often don’t show well overlay layers are neon pink or red: they are too bright, and the only colors that show a little bit are light blue or yellow. Instead of an overlay, maybe try a screen or anormal type layer, just as when you are coloring pitch black!

★ THE “WARMER” ★
what i call “warmer” is just a plain peach/orangeish color that some artists use to make shading less plain. Sometimes, even if you blend and blur your shading edges, they will still be “too cold/plain” to look at - and that’s what the warmer solves! don’t worry about how cold/warm your shading is, a peachy pink will always help you: put some of it ( just a thin line or a little blurred one ) on the edges of your shading and blend it until you like the result.
as shown in the picture, it will be a lot better!
some examples of my art with warmer use:
* pixel practice - luka (mostly used on hair and sweater)
* a day at the beach! (hat shadow on hair, thighs and body in general)
* stargaze used on hair and clothing.

★ GENERAL TIPS ★
*use different shading layers when you draw, don’t just stuck yourself on a single one! i am used to make two of them: one fot the basic/lighter shading, more detailed and soft, and another one for the darker parts of the shading, with a colder color such as a medium blue or a sky blue!

*mix different textures when you are shading! for example, try to add a granulated pattern/texture to your clothing layer!

*remember that different materials reflect light in different ways: you can’t shade fur the same way you shade a tshirt! tshirt will have harder shading, more defined, while skin and fur (velvety things in general) will be more blutter. Same with a ribbon, that will have soft shading and really hard light because ribbons are usually not matte, but shiny material!

*try different blendings on different layers! if for a first layer you blended your shading more to add depht to the subject, the darker/second layer could be a little sharper and defined when it comes to shading tools.

Velvet Box (Mafia AU)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: Hoseok is kind, charming and friendly, but there are some lies behind the blinding smile of this strip club owner. Jungkook is a mysterious, passionate musician- and don’t you know that you need to sacrifice in order to achieve your dreams… sometimes even your morals?

Genre: Ansgt, Smut, Fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jungkook, Reader x Hoseok

Word count: 5k

Trigger Warnings: Smut, swearing, strippers, criminal activity, thigh riding, oral

“You suspect that whenever he thinks like this, it means your question might have an answer he doesn’t think you’ll like.”

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East of Nowhere - Year Three

Master Post Here

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part four of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

If you’d like to be added to the tags just drop me an ask.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 6600+

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Two Years, Three Weeks

Sex changes things.

You’ve forgotten what it feels like to bask in the glow of a new relationship. The two of you find yourselves in the golden hour when everything is new and exciting, all the previous mundane events of the day seem suddenly thrilling. Now that Sam feels free to touch you, he does so without abandon and his hands seems more present than they did before, squeezing your shoulders at the table before taking a seat across from you, grinning as he nudges your bare feet with his own under the table. It’s glorious, the way one night changed everything about the way you interact. You feel a tingle when he walks into the room, blushing when he catches you looking at him.

For a while everything else is forgotten, research and books and plants are shoved to the back of your brain because you can’t think about anything but Sam and the feeling is mutual. You fuck anywhere and everywhere you can because why the hell not? It’s one of the few perks of being Shadow Hill’s only two residents. This world is yours and yours alone so Sam eats you out as you spread over the counter in the hardware store and you suck on his cock in the Beatrice Thurman Memorial Rose Garden.

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Tailor In Love

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Requested?: Nope! This was supposed to be for the hamwriters writeathon actually BUT I did not finish it on time! Better late than never????

Prompt: Solo adventures can bring some incredible things (and people) into your life.

Words: 1.2k+

A/N: I finally remembered to fucking post this, jesus christ. Well yeah, HERE YOU GO! #WriteForOak (I love Oak)

Originally posted by possiblestalker


Being in a new town meant endless opportunities for adventure. So, of course once you throw down your bags in your hotel room, you head out into the heart of the city and search for some fun. You passed the essentials; Forever 21, Nike, Adidas and a few drugstores but nothing called out to you yet. You decided to cut through a park, watching the kids play and the adults chat with each other. The leaves crunched under your feet as you made you way down the path, a beautiful shade of orange covering the grass around you. The slight chill of Autumn was a relief from the blistering Summer days.

For some reason, you decided to take this trip on your own; wanting to embrace the world for what it was and do some soul searching. You exited the park onto another street, surveying your surroundings and noticing the most elegant red satin dress on display in a window. You slowly approached the store front, imagining yourself slipping the dress on for a night out and feeling like you owned the world. You looked up to see the store’s name.

“Hercules’ Tailor Shop.” You read before looking back at the dress.

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Fanfiction - The Teacher

Request for a fic. Everyone is joking about professor Sam in Barbour. Could you write a professor Jamie story. Claire is a student but Older and more intriguing than all the young giggling co-eds

…In the meantime, I had this anon ask sitting on my inbox for some months now – and I’d hate to let this fantasy go unattended!

The Teacher

Those girls were ridiculous, Claire thought. Madly fluttering their eyelashes as if a constant influx of dust was getting into their eyes and always bending over, using the pretence of catching a fallen pen or pencil, only to expose their cleavage. Claire felt she was inside a documentary on the mating rituals of college girls and, even if slightly amusing, it also disturbed her in an irrational way.

Health Management was an extra class for her – a way to get a couple more credits that would speed up her academic course. She was already almost ten years the senior when compared to the other students attending Medical School – her years as a nurse had given her a lot of useful resources, but also made her feel she was constantly battling time. It was an interesting class, that mixed concepts of health and economics, to ensure the future doctors based their decisions in cost-effectiveness. In spite of being well taught and useful, whispering was a constant background noise – clearly the result of female hormones going rampant. The problem was not the subject, Claire knew – was the man leading the class.

Professor Fraser was young and remarkably handsome – his Scottish accent and deep voice, combined with astonishing blue eyes, which he hid behind black rimmed glasses, inspired great admiration amongst the women in the classroom. The fact that the class functioned at all was a testament to Fraser’s capacity of using leadership skills and imposing respect.

A couple of girls next to her giggled and Claire distinctively heard one of them, a blonde bombshell that undoubtedly belonged in a house named after a Greek alphabet letter, saying “I would slide my hand bellow his kilt anytime…”

Pursing her lips and rolling her eyes, Claire continued to sketch with her sharp pencil in the back of her notebook, struggling to focus again on the contents of the class. The shade in the external corner wasn’t quite right, she noticed, furrowing her brows in annoyance.

“Am I boring ye, Miss Beauchamp?” She heard a voice demanding her attention. Claire looked up and noticed all faces turned to her, clearly awaiting her reaction to being caught distracted. James Fraser stood next to the board with his arms crossed, his lips forming a half smile, expecting her answer.

Yes. “No, Professor Fraser.” She replied in a casual tone. “I was just taking notes and got distracted. May you repeat the question, please?”

“I see.” He said in a serious – disappointed? – tone. “Anyone knows the answer? Miss MacKenzie?”

“Replacing the blood gas machine would be the best measure.” Laoghaire MacKenzie glowed like a lit candle - marvelled that for once she had managed to upstage Claire and gain Professor Fraser’s attentions - offering a victorious look through the corner of her eye, which Claire blatantly ignored.

“That is correct.” He nodded, raising a brow in Claire’s direction. “I’d recommend that ye pay more attention to the class, Miss Beauchamp.”

“I bloody would if it wasn’t for your fan club.” Claire complained in a low voice, after he had resumed the class.

As the class ended – students rushing to the door to get to the refectory in time for lunch, talking about a hot party later that week -, Claire assembled her notebooks and pencil, storing them inside her green rucksack – made of what looked like army green fabric with a painted red cross, akin to something a doctor would wear during the Second World War.

“May I talk to you, Miss Beauchamp?” Professor Fraser asked politely, as she walked down the stairs in direction of the door. The room was almost deserted, only a couple of latecomers remained inside, struggling with coats and piles of books.

“Of course, Professor.” Claire stared at him, expectantly.

“Ye were distracted today.” He pointed, closing the book he had used to prepare the current subject. “Is something bothering ye, Claire?”

“No.” She firmly replied, her eyes downcast. “I’m sure I can’t be the first student you caught daydreaming. Why are you making such a big deal about it?”

Jamie gave her a concerned look, his blue eyes wrinkling in the corners. He was sporting a small stubble, that combined with his impeccable plaid shirt, gave him a look of casual handsomeness.

“Ye are one of the best students in the class.” He said slowly, neatly placing his books inside his own bag. “I wouldna like ye to squander yer potential. If something is disturbing ye, I’d like to help ye if I can, that’s all.”

“It’s fine.” She insisted in a harsher voice, her hands slightly trembling. “I don’t really need another man to tell me I’m not good enough and can’t handle things. Because I am quite capable!”

“I’m not saying ye aren’t, Miss Beauchamp.” He pointed patiently, glaring at her increasingly red face. “In fact, I think I just said quite the opposite.”

“I can’t focus because all the girls around me are acting like crazy hens, cackling over you!” She accused in a mordant voice, going completely berserk despite her best rational alarms going off in the outskirts of her brain. “I’m here to study – I have so much to learn still and my age will hurt me in spite of how good I keep proving myself again and again – and all they can think is to shag the teacher!”

“Ye’re crossing the line, Claire.” Jamie warned, his voice now low and dangerous. “I might be younger than ye – just a few years, really - but ye’re not exactly old enough to convince me ye’re getting senile by acting out and being disrespectful. I am the teacher here.”

“Then you should bloody act like it!” Claire growled, the hammer of anger – and jealousy? – pounding against her ribs. “Stop being so nice and attentive, because you’re clearly giving the wrong message!”

“What?!” His mouth was ajar, the pulse on his temple throbbing in anger. He practically tore his glasses away from his face, discarding them on the table with a dry sound. “I never made any advances on one of my students. The mere suggestion my behaviour is borderline unethical is a verra serious one, Miss Beauchamp. It can get me suspended if anyone in the faculty board hears it.”

“I’m sorry.” She hissed, fidgeting with the closing mechanism of her rucksack. “But you have to recognize that you are young and…handsome.” Claire swallowed her, her voice strangled. “You can pass the wrong impression just from breathing.”

“Maybe ye should drop this class.” Jamie suggested, slightly turning away from her in order to shield his face from her sight. “I can ask Professor Raymond’s permission for you to assist his Alternative Medicine class. It will give ye the same credits as mine.”

“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I should.” They stood there, facing each other, their eyes battling when words had failed them.

“Claire.” He asked, his voice ragged but softer, warmer. “Who told you ye werena enough?”

“My husband.” She avoided his eyes, twisting her lips in a grimace. “Ex-husband. He was a teacher too. Thought I couldn’t handle becoming a doctor – I should settle to what I already was. He was very vocal about it. That’s why we divorced.”

“He was wrong.” Jamie said softly, but firmly. His eyes were all shades of blue – stormless skies, bottomless oceans, rare wild flowers, starry nights, infinite horizons. “I hope ye ken that. Because I certainly do.”

“Oh.” Claire babbled, feeling utterly ridiculous after her outburst. He had his long-fingered hands placed on the desk between them – in her eyes they seemed made to lovingly caress a female body, to demand responses with brutal kindness, to hold a smaller hand that could fit perfectly. “Thank you.”

“It has been a pleasure teaching you, Claire.” He said quietly. “You have a lively mind and a sharp wit. They’ll serve ye well. Yer age won’t hinder ye, lass – it only makes ye that more intriguing and capable.”

“I’m sorry.” She gave him a weak blushing smile, reinforced by the way he responded with a small grin. “I can be quite…rebellious, when my heels are being stepped on.”

“I have witnessed it first-hand.” He laughed, brushing his copper hair in a display of nervousness. “Ye seem to have forgotten one of yer wee notebooks.” And, without waiting for her answer, strode to the place where she had been sitting, collecting her pad.

She knew he would see it – she had been working on it for most of the class and had left it open as she hurried to leave. It was a rough drawing of a blue eye, with a familiar catlike shape – framing it was a verse from her favourite poem in her stylized hand, “Da mi basia mille”.

Deinde centum.” He completed, caressing the sheet with his fingertips. “If ye’re not my student anymore,” He said in a hoarse voice, turning to look at her with a burst of hope in his eyes. “I’m finally free to ask ye out on a date, as I’ve wanted since the day I first saw ye sitting on my class.”

Mor is selfless af meta

Because I made a little throwaway post a little while back but people still apparently don’t get the Mor is selfless as all hell. So I thought I would compile a long, rambling list of Reasons and Evidence as to why irreverence does not mean disregard and why taking care for and loving yourself does not mean selfishness.  

Right, so, apparently people still think Mor is selfish (w h y?) which I…obviously disagree with. I don’t think that she makes a habit of putting her own needs/wants above others’ (though if she did she would be entirely entitled to, given what she’s been through/the abuse she endured) I just think she stopped letting other people rule her. I think she stopped taking the opinions and wants of other people for her as gospel and acting only on them at the expense of herself and her own wants and agency She does what she loves and she does what she needs but that doesn’t mean she acts selfishly. It just means that what’s important to her and what she wants to do she now does.

But I don’t think she puts her needs above others. There’s a thoughts vs actions distinction here - she refuses to place any more validity or weight to the opinions of others over her own - her feelings and ideas are valid and she has the right to express them and act upon them. She lets herself make the choices that she wants to make. But actually I think the choices that she makes are often very selfless and she puts the people that matter to her above her own well-being and happiness and she actually does this repeatedly.

Variety of ‘Mor being subtly selfless’ examples and analysis to follow. 

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”
Rhys went still.
As still as I’d ever seen him, as still as the death now beckoning in those eyes. Then his chest began to move, faster and faster.

Across the pillars towering behind him, I could have sworn the shadow of great wings spread.
He opened his mouth, leaning forward, and then stopped. Instantly, the shadows, the ragged breathing, the intensity were gone, the lazy grin returning. “We have company. We’ll discuss this later.”
“No, we won’t.” But quick, light footsteps sounded down the hall, and then she [Mor] appeared.

Right, listen, this scene flat out parallels Rhys’ rescue of Feyre at her wedding and I refuse to see it in any other light. Feyre suffers a panic attack, she flashes back to UtM, she needs help, she needs a way out, Rhys appears and does just that. Same thing happens here. Feyre (inadvertently) triggers a panic attack in Rhys, he flashes back to UtM, he needs help, he needs away out, Mor is there in a heartbeat. That’s as much as a coincidence as Rhys showing up exactly when Feyre needed him: ie it’s literally not a coincidence at all.  

Right, so, for context, this is the first time that Feyre is at the Night Court since…well everything. At this point in time the only people know who about his and Feyre’s history as well as the fact that Rhys and Feyre are mates are Mor and Rhys. This is because the first words out of Rhys’ mouth when he saw Mor again after fifty years were ‘she’s my mate’ and he then proceeded to tell her everything. So for three months the only people who’ve known what Rhys went through and what he’s dealing with due to his bond to Feyre are Mor and Rhys. That means the only person who’s been supporting Rhys through all of this is Mor.

So when it comes to it and Feyre is there and having witnessed the shoe-throwing, less than wonderful reaction Feyre had to Rhys the night before Mor makes sure she’s nearby the next day. She makes sure that she’s around and the second that Rhys gets out of his depth she’s there to balance things and smooth them over. Which she does in spite of Rhys’ grumbling.

“You could be attending your own duties,” he said testily. I clamped my lips tighter together. I’d never seen Rhys … irked.
[…]
“And as my only remaining relative,” Rhys went on, “Mor believes she is entitled to breeze in and out of my life as she sees fit.”
“So grumpy this morning,” Mor said, plopping two muffins onto her plate.

He huffs about it but there’s no doubt that Mor’s appearance was sorely needed and that she calms him down and grounds him. Mor also goes out of her way to welcome Feyre, to make her feel like she fits in at the Court, to be a friend to her, to help her, and to encourage her to give Rhys a chance.  

‘…Mor said, swirling her wine, her shoulders loosening as Azriel at last blinked, and seemed to shake off whatever memory had frozen him.

[…]

“A new bastard in the camp—and an untrained shadowsinger to boot. Not to mention he couldn’t even fly thanks to—”
Mor cut in lazily, “Stay on track, Cassian.”
Indeed, any warmth had vanished from Azriel’s face. But I quieted my own curiosity as Cassian again shrugged, not even bothering to take note of the silence that seemed to leak from the shadowsinger. Mor saw, though—even if Azriel didn’t bother to acknowledge her concerned stare, the hand that she kept looking at as if she’d touch, but thought better of it.

These both happen at the first dinner at the House of Wind. Once again Mor is monitoring things carefully and she intervenes - casually, lazily, thoughtlessly, as though she doesn’t even care/is barely noticing what she’s doing but she knows exactly what’s going on. She keeps very careful watch over Az throughout the dinner, reacting when he feels better, intervening when Cass started wandering into dangerous waters and showing such overt concern for Az that Feyre noticed it before she knew anything about either of them/their dynamic. And as with what we saw before with Rhys her actions aren’t rewarded with any kind of gratitude from the people she’s looking out for - but she does it anyway. 

Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.”
I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger. Mor’s fingers stilled on the stem of her wineglass, her eyes narrowing on Amren.

[…]

“Here we go,” Cassian grumbled. Mor gave Azriel a warning glare to tell him not to volunteer this time. The spymaster just gave her an incredulous look in return.

Azriel: *is first to volunteer to go into dangerous situations likely due to his own disregard for his personal safety and the way he prioritises others over himself* Mor: *reproves him for doing this because he does matter. twice.* Fandom: *oh but she’s so selfish, she doesn’t care about Az at all! She doesn’t show any regard for him/love towards him/anything at all until the very end of the book when he gets shot* Me: -_- A N Y W A Y. 

She stared and stared at the Book—as if it were a ghost, as if it were a miracle—and said, “It is the Leshon Hakodesh. The Holy Tongue.” Those quicksilver eyes shifted to Rhysand, and I realized she’d understood, too, why she’d gone.
Rhysand said, “I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.”
It was Mor who warned, “Don’t play those sorts of games, Rhysand.”

Oh look, it’s Mor watching out for Amren’s well-being as well as Rhys and Azriel’s. It’s almost as though….There’s a theme here. Shocking. Even though Amren is one of the most powerful beings in the world Mor still has her back and still looks out for her. It’s almost as though she deeply loves and cares for her little found family and wants to protect them, even from small things. Incredible. 

And just in case anyone was doubting (since this relationship falls under a lot of scrutiny from Mor’s side) she also puts herself out there for Cassian’s sake too :) 

 “Cassian helped Rhys get me out. Before either had the real rank to do so. For Rhys, getting caught would have been a mild punishment, perhaps a bit of social shunning. But Cassian … he risked everything to make sure I stayed out of that court. And he laughs about it, but he believes he’s a low-born bastard, not worthy of his rank or life here. He has no idea that he’s worth more than any other male I met in that court—and outside of it. Him and Azriel, that is.”

Against the popular fandom belief that Cass still feels guilty about what happened with the Incident and that Mor somehow encourages this/benefits from it in some way I give you this. Actual canon. Because the only response that Mor ever shows to Cassian’s part in her past is gratitude. She is grateful. She is grateful that he was kind and good and gave her a choice. She is grateful that he rescued her from her abusive situation. It’s been five hundred years and she is still grateful to him for risking himself to get her out of there. And she considers him to be worth more than any other male she’s ever met aside from Rhys. 

Mor, on her knees beside Cassian, hurtled for the king with a cry of pure wrath.
He sent a punch of power to her. She dodged, a knife angled in her hand, and—
Azriel cried out in pain.
She froze. Stopped a foot from the throne. Her knife clattered to the floor.

 To be entirely clear about what happens here, okay: the king shreds Cassian’s wings with half thought and Mor, with absolutely no magic, with nothing to defend herself, with no ability to protect herself and with nothing but a single, solitary knife in her hand against a centuries old king strong enough to strip the magic from the two most powerful Illyrian warriors in history, the most powerful High Lord in history, and Feyre who has the power of all seven high lords in her veins at the same time launches herself at the king to punish him for what he’s done to her friend. And the only reason that she stops her attack is not because of the magic he tries to hit her with - but Azriel, because if she’d hurt the king then Azriel would have died but at no point is her own safety a concern or a consideration here. But…Yeah, sure, Mor doesn’t care about Cass that’s…just. yeah. 

Next point: 

But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for me, and said, “There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.”

I’m using this as a kind of catch-all quote for a couple of points. First of all I think a lot of people seem to think Mor is ‘over’ what happened to her? Or there’s certainly a lot of talk about how ‘jfc it was 500 years ago move on’ when it comes to Mor…yet we frequently discuss Cassian, Azriel and Rhys’s childhoods (funny that) Anyway, the point is that Mor is not just magically better/never suffers for her trauma. She still has hard days. She just doesn’t let them win. But that means that all of that aloofness, all of that irreverence, all of that brightness and light and hope is something that she fights for. Constantly. Trauma does not have an expiry date, it doesn’t just up and leave one day, it still affects her, it still hurts her, she just refuses to let it beat her. And that makes her strong af but anyway. 

Second thing I want to talk about is how much Mor opens up for Feyre’s benefit. I’m just using this quote for that because it happens several times throughout the book and we’d be here all day if I quoted them all and they’re well enough known I think that I don’t need them. But Mor rips open old wounds of hers over and over and over again for Feyre. She tells her what happened in grim, explicit detail, she tells her how it affected her, she rips open those wounds again to show Feyre that it is possible to heal from them. It’s possible to endure the dark horrors that she, that they both, have endured and still come out able to love and trust and be bright and warm and friendly and selfless. 

(And aside from Feyre’s storyline and what this does for her this is an incredibly important message for abuse survivors in an audience as well. Because it’s a fairly frequent thing that we see- especially female characters- suffer some form of abuse or hurt (usually at the hands of men) and as a result they become acerbic and cold and withdrawn and mistrustful. I am not in anyway saying that this is a ‘bad’ response to trauma or pain. It happens. It’s real. But in terms of media portrayal seeing something that actively goes against that is I think incredibly important. Because that’s not what has to happen. Mor came out of what she endured and she came out of it soft and warm and selfless and loving and that’s a perfectly valid endpoint of recovery too. Dark days don’t have to lead to more darkness. They can lead to bright, warm sunshine too. and that’s important.) 

This also leads me on to the role Mor plays in the Court of Dreams. I’ve talked before about her position in the Court of Nightmares being empowering (and a perfect counterpoint to the Tamlin/Lucien dynamic when it comes to thinking about her and Rhys and how they respond/react to her being forced to return to the site of her abuse/trauma) And it is. She is given power over her abusers. Her father is reduced to a steward and she is given not only authority over him but she is given his authority. She rules the place that tormented her and that is so incredibly important but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t affect her, it doesn’t mean that she isn’t performing a selfless act for the sake of her court and it doesn’t mean that it’s easy for her (hint: it’s not) 

Maybe I should have asked Mor to come. But she’d left after dinner, pale-faced and jumpy, ignoring Cassian’s attempt to speak with her. 
[…]
“How was your visit to the Court of Nightmares?”
She paused, her face going uncharacteristically pale. “Fine. It’s always a delight to see my parents. As you might guess.”
[…]
“I’m sorry—for all that you endured.”
“Thank you,” she said, coming over to watch me. “Visiting them always leaves me raw.”

 All of these are Mor’s direct responses either facing a trip to the CoN (the first quote) or after visiting them (the second). Yes Mor is in a position of power over her abusers. Yes that is, in a sense, empowering and likely helpful in terms of her recovery. But the fact is that she does, and has for centuries, returned to the place that she was abused and tortured and traumatised. It’s like what Feyre does at the end of ACOMAF - returning to the Spring Court with Tamlin for the good of her court. Except Mor has been doing this for hundreds of years, even though it leaves her raw, even though it can still make her panicky and upset. She does it. Which makes her brave and selfless as all hell I will fight you on this point. 

More things: 

 Cassian realized I was in one piece and hurtled for Rhys, who was struggling to rise, mud covering his bare skin, but Mor—Mor saw my face.
I went up to her, cold and hollow. “I want you to take me somewhere far away,” I said. “Right now.” I needed to get away—needed to think, to have space and quiet and calm.
Mor looked between us, biting her lip.
“Please,” I said, and my voice broke on the word.
Behind me, Rhys moaned my name again.
Mor scanned my face once more, and gripped my hand.
We vanished into wind and night.

 […]

“Still recovering, but fine. Pissed at me, of course, but he can shove it.
I combined Mor’s yellow gold with the red I’d used for the Illyrian wings, and blended until vibrant orange emerged. “Thank you—for not telling him I was here.”
A shrug.

Again Mor puts other people’s needs over own. She took Feyre away from Rhys - knowing it would hurt Rhys, knowing it would upset him, knowing that Feyre was forcing her to choose a side but choosing it anyway. Then she dismisses Rhys being angry with her and Feyre’s thanks for what it cost her to help her and keep her location from Rhys (I’m pretty sure Rhys didn’t just politely ask her this once over a cup of tea and then let the matter drop. Not if Mor describes him as being pissed at her) 

Even more evidence: 

It was satisfactory enough to my mate—who at last looked at Mor.
She nodded once, but said, “I know my orders.”
I wondered what those might be—why I hadn’t been told—but she gripped my hand.
[…]
Mor kept at my side, constantly monitoring. The last line of defense.
If Cassian and Azriel were hurt, I realized, she was to make sure I got out by whatever means. Then return.

Right to make this part even more explicit, because I think the difficulty here of what Mor has to do is possible to be underrated and I want there to be no doubt: before they went to infiltrate Hybern Rhys ordered Mor to leave Cassian and Azriel, two of the people she loves most in the world, behind if they were injured in order to get Feyre to safety. And this is something that Mor agreed to and acknowledged and I have no doubt would have done if the need had arisen. And then, once she had gotten Feyre to safety, she herself would have returned and put herself in an incredible amount of danger to get them back. 

This is like….the dictionary definition of selflessness idk what to tell you any more okay. 

Is this enough? Do I need to say more? Or can we just, like re-read ACOMAF and remind ourselves what an incredible specimen of pure selfless goodness Morrigan is? 

TL;DR: Mor is selfless af and I will fight you on this point. That is all. 

Rockabye (pt.1)

genre: fluff and just a little angst | stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2k

listen to this song while reading. it will make the experience of reading the strip part a whole lot better ;)

Part Two


“your life ain’t gon’ be nothing like my life. your gonna grow and have a good life. i’m gonna do what i’ve got to do.” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

This is what you had to do.

You were with a guy for 3 years and about a year ago, ended up getting pregnant unexpectedly. As soon as you found out you were pregnant and he didn’t know, you were terrified he would leave. So you kept it from him for a good two months until he noticed you getting bigger. Spoiler. That’s exactly what he did as soon as he asked. You had no other choice than to tell him the truth unless you wanted to get accused of cheating.

Asshole.

Now you were a single mom, working as a stripper in a local strip club. He didn’t pay child support. He abandoned you and your child.

 While stripping made you good money, you had to occasionally sell yourself. As much as you hated it, you had to do it when monthly rent came around. Jae-Eun was only a couple months old, so that meant paying for a babysitter when you were at work and also for overnight. The food was getting more expensive and the weather was getting colder, forcing you to pay for a heater. Everything together was eating your wallet clean and you had to do what you did if you wanted your kid, let alone you to survive.

As much as you hated to admit it, you still loved him. You were with the man for years. You never expected him to leave. He even told you he wanted to start a family with you, so why did he just disappear? Why did he leave you when you needed him the most? When you, were the weakest you’ve ever been?

You’ll never get over how sad and heartbreaking it was to go through such an immense amount of pain, alone. A nurse was all you had that day. Your mom lived across the country and couldn’t afford to fly out to be with you. Your dad died months before Jae-Eun was born, so you went through this whole thing alone. Your mom occasionally sent money, thinking it would help. The funny part about that was that it was only $50 each time. That was an eighth of your monthly rent, so that didn’t do much. Of course, anything helps but she didn’t understand what else you had to pay for including,  groceries, clothes, water, heat, etc.

A normal day for you was about 4 pm to 12 am. You got home normally every night at 1 am, it just depended on how much money you needed that month and frankly, you needed much more than you made in a one night shift to even get you by each month with endless bills. You hated it but this is what you had to do, for quick, easy money. You had no choice.

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“Bye Jae-Eun. I love you.” You whispered as you tucked him into his bed. As you made your way downstairs, Seoyeon, your babysitter, walked into the house.

Even though Seoyeon was your babysitter, she knew everything about you. You had told her the first day she started working for you, why you had to do what you were doing. She understood as she just nodded and kept her questions to herself while you explained to her. Seoyeon was your friend and that really meant a lot to you. Normally when you got together with someone new or meet someone new, you never hear from them again as soon as they ask what you do for a living or you tell them that you strip. Other than Seoyeon, you didn’t have anyone. You needed someone so badly right now, you are just terrified they will leave or walk out on you, just like he did.

It was a cold evening; 30 degrees to be exact. Your only way of transportation was by foot. That made you really hate this type of weather, especially since it was always colder at night but you had to do what you had to do. You repeat that to yourself at least 100 times a day, to keep you motivated when you felt like giving up.  After 10 minutes of walking, you finally reached your work and headed to the back to change.

“Hey, guys.” You say as you walk by two other girls.

They ignored you and continued talking. No matter how hard you tried making friends, none of the girls wanted anything to do with you. You never understood why people despised you so much.

“Y/N, I need you out there in 10 minutes.” Your boss yelled. You rushed to change, not even needing to put on that much, considering you were a stripper. You threw on a pair of high heels and walked out in your work and more “special” bra and underwear.

Your charisma totally changed when you got up on stage. You went from shy and insecure to sexy and confident in a split second. How you walked, the way you swayed your hips; leaving guys in awe. The fierce gaze you exchanged with guys aching to touch you and have you all over them. The only thing was that they were not allowed to touch you. Not even during private sessions.

As you approached the main room, you locked eye contact with a man, sitting alone with nobody putting on a show for him. That was your cue. You held eye contact, as you slowly but sensually walked over to him. Most guys who came here were older and creepy but this man was the complete opposite. He looked to be around the same age as you.

How did he not have a girlfriend? Why of all people would he be here? He could get a girl without even trying.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and stood in front of him. Wow. He was handsome. The way his hair fell over his forehead, his dark eyes, his plump, pink lips and a smirk that was plastered over his face. The vibe you got from him made you that much more confident.

He eyed you, up and down, patting his lap for you to sit down on him. Eager. You laughed while shaking your head. 

“Eager much?” You finally break the silence and stay in your place, not daring to give him what he wants, yet. “This isn’t a private dance, you have to request those, sir.”

He laughs, not cutely either, almost like he was mocking you. He bit his bottom lip, admiring the sight of you, taking all of you in, as he released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

The club has been open for a couple of hours already. Guys pour in and out every minute. Every time a song ended a new one started and the lights dimmed. You looked over to the side. 1 minute left.

You carefully walk up the steps to get onto the table. It was just you and your pole, with him watching you. The lights slowly dimmed down and you took your place, turning your back to him as you bend down, sitting on your ankles, waiting for the music to start.

She want it, I can tell she want it, want me to push up on it, foreshe know when I’m all on it. We get the party going, liquor flowing, this is fire. 50  and Jeremiah number one there’s nothing higher, (won’t you go and)

As soon as he said “and,” the bass dropped and your head snapped back to face him, not daring to miss the beat. Your body rolling with the music, as you turn your head to the other side, before getting up, giving him a perfect view of your ass. You continue rolling your body. You turn around a face him, his eyes set on nothing but you.

Won’t you, just put it down (x2) get it, get it, work it, work it, break it, break it down.

The word down, makes your drop down once again, making the man cock an eyebrow at you. You grab the pole on your side and walk around it a couple of times, tilting your head back while using your other hand to feel up and down the pole.

I like the way you grind with that booty on me, shawty you a dime why you looking lonely? We’ll buy another round and it’s all on me, as long as I’m around put it down on me, just put it down on me, down, down on me, put it down on me. Don’t throw it off the ground, show me how it’s gonn’ be, girl all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me.

Every time the beat hit, you moved your hip to one side, then the other, never taking your eyes off of the man you were performing for. The then song carried on into a different sounding beat that only made you move your hips and body, even more, succeeding in turning the guy on.

Look how she twerk it, they say she work it, make me wanna hit it, hit it, heaven when I’m in it, in it. If I do not fit, I’m gonna make it, girl you can take it, don’t stop, get it, get it.

You dropped up and down each time you heard a beat, sending him off into a paradise through his eyes. You could tell his imagination was running wild.

I like the way you grind with that booty on me, shorty you a dime why you looking lonely? We’ll buy another round and it’s all on me, as long as I’m around put it down on me, just put it down on me, down, down on me, put it down on me. Don’t throw it off the ground, show me how it’s gonn’ be, girl all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me.

The song changed beats again, forcing you to change your action once again. Instead of continuing to dance, you place your hand on both sides of your neck, slowly making their way down your body, then back up and down until the song reached its bridge.

Down with that booty on me, shorty you a dime why you looking lonely? Oh, baby, we can go, go, low, low yeah…

While the song carried on, you continued doing what you did best. Circling the pole while slowly grinding on it, making sure you still kept eye contact with him.

Then the song finally came to an end and you walk off of the stage and make your way over to the man, whose name you did not know yet.

“That was, amazing.” He said immediately as you flipped your hair to the side.

“I don’t take compliments, I take money. That’ll be $30.” You wink and put your hands out in front of him, waiting to take the money.  

“How much does a private dance cost?” He asked, still not giving you your hard-earned money.

“Depends on what you want.” You replied, keeping your voice sensual and low.

“What does one song cost?”

You look at him. His question caught you off guard. One song?! Most guys wanted more than that, much, much, more.

“I already said, that depends. Now can I please have my money?” You were trying to still sound as sexy as possible but he was starting to make you upset.

“When is the soonest I can get a private dance?” He ignored your question. A smirk was creeping up on his face. You switched your weight onto the other foot and placed your hand on your hip.

“You have to schedule that with the dancer you want.”

“And what if I said, I want you to give me a private dance?”

“We can arrange that after you give me my money.”

He pulls out his wallet and stands up. He had some height to you, even with being in heels. He walked over to you and leaned down to your ear, his hair tickling your cheek. His breath made you hitch, causing you to get goosebumps.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at 10.” He suddenly says in a whisper, handing you a $50 bill. “The extra $20 is a tip.”

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“Jimin.”

Special Night (Connor M. x Reader)

Pacman-Tattoo says- CONNOR MURPHY AND READER AT PROM THO AND THEY SEE CONNOR AND THEY’RE ONLY LIKE “o h M Y G OD” AT HIS OUTFIT BUT HE STILL CUTE.

OkAY I started this at 12:31 am last night while Alex (@anotherstellarconversation) was yelling at me and they are a butt,,, ALsO this is super cute and was fun to write so Thank you!!!!

Words- 1110

Warnings- Awkwardness, Zoe doesn’t get her wish, and fluff!

Straightening out your outfit, you get out of your car. It just so happens that this car also holds Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck, Evan Hansen, and Jared Kleinman. However, while almost all of your friends were with you, there was only one missing.

Connor Murphy, your date.

The jackass decided he wanted to arrive ‘fashionably late’, in his words. But, your group was already running a little behind, and Connor was still not in front of the school doors, where your senior prom was held. You look around, trying to see if Connor might be hiding out somewhere, waiting to scare you. Alas, you could not find him anywhere.

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder, making you jump. “(Y/N), you look stunning. Don’t worry about Connor. When he comes, he’ll drop at how gorgeous you look.” Alana reassured you.

Of course, you had your hair done right down to the T. Your outfit fit you just right, and every little sequin was placed in such a way that you would for sure be noticed by everyone. Hopefully, everyone would include Connor.

Zoe gently grasped your hand and curtsied. “M’dear, may I hold your hand as we walk inside? And may I take your first dance?”

You laugh and nod. “Of course, m’lady.”

Zoe smiles and gently pulls you inside the building, the rest of your friends close behind. As you approach the building, you hear Zoe talking about how she ‘may or may not have two dates tonight’, making you laugh and gently squeeze her hand.

You all arrive inside, and that’s when you stop dead in your tracks.

Connor Murphy was already inside, waiting for you.

Not only was Connor Murphy already inside, waiting for you- he looked absolutely mesmerizing. The way that his hair seemed almost curlier than usual, the way his black suit curved and was tied together at his stomach. Everything worked together in such a way, that you were completely awestruck. You didn’t even notice the blush that began to form on both of your cheeks, as Connor began walking over to you.

Alana gives you a gentle push as Zoe let’s go of your hand. You can already hear Jared laughing in the background, but you are just so entranced by Connor’s outfit.

“Take a photo, (Y/N), it’ll last longer.”

Your blush reaches your ear tips as you smile and take out your phone. “Pose for me, Murphy.”

Rolling his eyes, Connor stuck his left hand in his pocket, a small smile gracing his lips. “I thought you would be more interested in dancing than my outfit. But I guess I could agree.”

You take a photo and put your phone away. “You look like you’re some famous Broadway star. So, while you stand here, looking extremely handsome, I’m going to go and dance with your sister.”

Connors groaned as he quickly grabbed your hand. “I don’t think she’ll mind if I steal you for a bit.” He gently pulled you over to where the rest of your peers were dancing. It might have just been your luck, or maybe Connor knew, but a slow song came on.

“I never took you for someone who enjoys dancing… Especially around people.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around Connor’s neck. Connor slides his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

He shrugs and sways a little. “I don’t give a fuck about anyone right now. I just want to focus on you tonight, alright? I mean- I am your boyfriend and this is prom… And neither one of us thought that we would make it this far-“

You cut him off with a small kiss. “You’re nervous, aren’t you? That’s… Really cute actually.” You continue to sway and Connor just shrugs and mumbles something under his breath. You let out a small laugh and attempt to dip Connor.

“What the hell are you doing?” Connor chuckles and watches you struggle to dip him.

“Why are you so tall and lanky? Stop it lemme have this moment, Murphy.”

Smiling, Connor bends backwards slightly, the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “I believe I am ‘swooning’ as your dumbass says.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “Wow, THE Connor Murphy is swooning…And has the dorkiest smile I have ever seen… I believe this is what love is, my dude.”

The moment Connor stands up, you let out a squeal.

“The turnstable, (Y/N). As stupid as this is, you look cute under me.”

“Maybe I should be under you more often?” You wiggle your eyebrows as Connor fake-drops you, making you let out another small squeal.

Laughing, Connor allows you to stand, and pulls you into his chest. He rests his chin on the top of your head as you wrap your arms around him. The two of you stand like that for a while, just swaying, even if there weren’t any slow songs. Connor just wanted to focus on you and only you. This was your night, and Connor was going to do all that he could to make it that way.

The way your outfit fit you so well, and the way the sequins added made you look so magical. It all overwhelmed Connor. He knew that this is who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. That you, (Y/N) would always be the one for him.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“This is going to sound… Fucking stupid or whatever, but… You look absolutely beautiful?” You could feel Connor’s breathing quicken.

“Is that a question?”

“Wh- No, what the fuck, no, not at all. I-I just- It was a stupid thought.” His breathing hitched slightly.

“Connor, whatever you have to say, it is important. What is it?”

He let out a small sigh, pulled away slightly, and cupped your cheek. “Wanna move in with me after school is over? Or something like that. I dunno, we could like… Find a place together or whatever.”

Your eyes widen, and you pull Connor into a kiss. “Yes! Connor, oh my gosh, you want to move in together? Of course, I would love to!”

Connor lets out a shaky laugh as he picks you up, twirling you around. He sets you back down and kisses you. You cup his cheek and you kiss him back, smiling.

For the rest of prom, the two of you danced together, quietly made fun of your friends when they stepped on each other’s toes, and made plans for your new home together. You could get used to being in his arms like this, focusing on only each other. Knowing, that you will always have each other.

[fic] astrolatry

yuri/otabek feat. koiiro milky way

he remembers when yuri proposed to him.

(ao3)

“When I grow up, I’m gonna be Beka-nii’s bride!”

Yuri beams up at him, small, chubby hands clutching a slip of green paper. On it, he’s clumsily written, Make me Beka’s bride!! twice, in both Russian and Japanese. Demanding even with his wishes.

Otabek pets Yuri on the head. “That’s cute, Yura,” he says. “But unlikely to happen.”

“Eh?” Yuri doesn’t stop waving the paper around like a flag. “Why?”

“Uh, well - ” he glances nervously over to the kitchen, where Katsuki-san has the water tap turned onto a laughing, spluttering Mr Nikiforov. He scratches his head, then leans forward to put himself on eye level with Yuri.

“Well, Yura’s a boy, right?” he says.

“Nn!” Yuri nods way too enthusiastically. He puffs his chest out. “A big boy!”

Otabek struggles to hide his smile. “Right,” he says. “And I’m also a boy. It’s a little - ”

Yuri’s lower lip wobbles. His big, blue eyes fill with tears.

Oh no, Otabek thinks weakly.

“D-does Beka-nii h-hate me…?” He sniffles. “Beka-nii doesn’t want to marry me…?”

Ah, jeez. He brushes away Yuri’s tears with the back of his knuckles. He leans in closer. “Then, when you turn sixteen like me,” he says. “If on the Tanabata like today, you still want to marry me - ” he sticks out his pinky finger, “Then I’ll marry you.”

Yuri immediately brightens, the biggest smile on his face. He hooks his finger with Otabek’s and says, “It’s a promise!”

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Prompt: Reader steals George’s socks before a cuddling session, which Fred rudely interrupts.

Word count: 1,389

Warning: None(:


It was magnificent what a change in weather did to the world. With the snow pouring down around the atmosphere like a snow globe, the homey landscape outside the Burrow appear as a scenery straight from a Hallmark holiday card.

There were no visible lights, other than the strings placed around the wooden hut. Flashes of red, green, blue, and yellow flickered on a timed schedule. All the world was silent while the snow cascaded down to the ground in a soothing waterfall pattern.

You positioned your weight forward, hands clenching the window sill. The prepossessing sight was more captivating than any show you had witnessed before. Winter was a beautiful season despite the harsh cold brought along with the change of season.

The snow blanketed ground seemed so near though as you pressed your hand against the chilling glass perception struck unmasking the hundreds of feet down to the covered ground.

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Whatever It Takes | Ch. I

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

Originally posted by beatriceindre


Parings: (Hoseok/Reader/Yoongi)

Genre: Gang AU!, Cop AU!

Words: 2,804

Tags: Smut


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