thank you both for such nice messages, I’m so glad you like my art…!! hopefully I can help at least a little bit!

anon 2) my brush settings can be found here!
anon 1) wrinkles can get pretty complex! it depends on the type, weight, thickness, and cut of the fabric, whether the character is in motion, etc; I wish I could get into everything, but it’s a huge subject that I don’t think I could possibly cover…!! but I can at least give you some very very basic tips on building up a dress (and the lace underneath!)

here are some examples of dresses I’ve drawn recently. they might seem complex, but when broken down to their most basic form, they’re actually very simple shapes that follow very similar rules!

are you seeing any patterns between them? while they do differ a bit, they’re by and large made from the same long line that curves into itself and back out. learning where this line goes and how it changes under different circumstances is learned largely through practice and intuition, but there are some steps you can take to begin building a foundation to work from! (or at least to sort of break down the process!)

  1. determine the shape/angle of the dress itself. in this example, I’m using a big poofy dress shown from slightly below!
  2. use this as a guide when adding that curving line from before. think of how the fabric folds, and keep in mind that the direction of the curve (and how harsh it appears) depends on where it falls on the dress and the angle at which it’s being viewed from. in this example, it’s more pronounced on the edges, and is facing different directions on the left and the right sides.
  3. wherever cloth folds, wrinkles appear! wrinkles will be more abundant where the cloth is more compact; in this case, that’s toward the waistline. on a dress like this, a fold will originate at the waistline and radiate downward; this means that on an uninterrupted fold, the line that you draw should (if you were to continue it all the way, which is not always necessary) reach cleanly back to the waist. I added one translucent line to help illustrate this idea!
  4. want to add a lace layer? it’s the same concept!! add your basic curving line underneath, keeping in mind that the cloth above will likely mirror whatever it’s falling over. (not perfectly, but somewhat!) so try to keep it a little consistent!
  5. details are easy now!! you can add any sort of lace pattern you want by just tracing over that first line! I used a basic scallop shape here
  6. want even more lace? just repeat step four as many times as you want underneath your last layer of lace!

once you get the hang of this part, figuring out more complex stuff gets much easier! I’m not great at explaining things, but hopefully you were able to come away with some kind of new information, haha…!! I’m wishing you both the best with your art!!!

📚Dorm Room Witch Tips📦

While you’re getting ready to move into your dorm room, keep these tips in mind to help create a witchy experience for you in the dorm.

Originally posted by jessdoodlesthings

📦 Take a small box with you. Fill it with your tools and keep it under the bed or on your desk. It conceals it from others’ eyes (you can also have it open if you’re open with your craft) while it’s near you and it helps to keep things organized and out of the way.
📦 Bring a blanket, rug, towel, or tapestry with you. You can keep these things folded under your bed and then lay them out when you feel like meditating or praying. You can also use these for your work space if your desk doesn’t have enough room to work with.
📦 Change your alarm clock noise to sound like a bell if it’s possible. Each time it goes off, it will cleanse the room.
📦 Use an essential oil diffuser as a substitute to incense or candle smoke. A cheap way to diffuse oils is to pour the essential oil of your choice on some Himalayan pink salt. This will also cover up any gross smells from the cafeteria or other peoples’ microwaves.
📦 If you have a window, keep crystals on the windowsill (unless they fade in sunlight). This keeps them off your desk and it also looks really pretty!
📦 You can also make a mobile with your crystals as long as they aren’t too big. You can hang this anywhere in your room and it won’t take up a lot of space.
📦 Use fake candles or fire salt instead of real candles. Most dorms don’t allow open flames, so do not risk getting caught for a spell. Use a substitute instead, which can be fake candles, fire salt, chili pepper, or any other symbol of the element. 
📦 Enchant, like, everything. If you can find a purpose for an object, enchant it. Want to enchant your desk chair to be more comfortable? Do it. Want to enchant your desk to help you get your homework done? Do it. Want to enchant your clothes to keep attention away from you? Go ahead. Make life easier with some enchantments!
📦 Bring a chalkboard or a dry erase board. It doesn’t have to be huge, but these can be really handy, especially if you use them for sigils. You can draw whatever sigils on them whenever you like and erase those you don’t want to have around anymore. Simply charge them (perhaps with an enchanted marker) after you draw them!
📦 Bring something to motivate or reconnect you with witchcraft. During school, we may fall out of practice. School gets busy and tough, so don’t feel down about not being able to practice 24/7, but definitely bring something to motivate you for those days when you are free and could be practicing, but you don’t because you may be feeling disconnected or something. It could be a poster, crystal, sachet, or a charm. Have it where you can see and touch it- it could be above your bed, on your desk, wherever. Use it to help you practice again.

The Tiny Anthropologist's Advice for College:
  • 8 AM classes really aren't that bad: It may take some willpower (and coffee) to get there, but really, 8AMs aren't that bad. Get a decent amount of sleep the night before and you will be okay. If I can get myself and my 4 year old out of bed, get ready, drop her off at preschool and arrive on time for an 8am, you can too!
  • Taking classes that meet once a week for long blocks: If your learning style is such that sitting in a long lecture once a week is something you can handle, then these are the best classes to take. Personally, I have done 3 semesters of these and they have been my favorite and the ones I have gotten the best grades in.
  • Scheduling back-to-back class periods: These can be beneficial if you're the type of person that just likes to get everything out of the way at once. However, the downside is that you will not have time to eat between classes, and you may have to grab something and eat during lecture. If the buildings for your classes are far apart, this may not even be an option. Having breaks between classes is important to allow yourself mental relaxation and to eat, or catch up on work.
  • Don't be afraid to change your major: I've changed my major a lot, like maybe 8-10 times. The downside is that I am graduating a year late, but I took A LOT of fascinating classes and became a much better rounded student. Colleges know that student change their minds. If you switch majors 2-3 times, you won't end up behind. I'm a special case.
  • Take long-hand notes: You may feel strange taking long-hand notes while everyone else is typing away at their MacBooks, but long-hand notes are MUCH more beneficial as far as long-term memory goes, and you don't run the risk of being distracted by Facebook.
  • Dress appropriately for class: The college stereotype of everyone attending class in their pajamas isn't true. At least make the effort to throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Your professors will notice if you look like a slacker in class, and dressing nicely (or at least not in your pajamas) shows them that you value your education and respect their lectures. People wear anything from casual clothes to ties to class, and everything inbetween. Don't be afraid you'll be overdressed, being underdressed is much worse (in my opinion).
  • Cultivate relationships with professors: ATTEND OFFICE HOURS. Close relationships with professors are massively helpful! Professors are much more willing to write letters of recommendation, look over rough drafts, or help you out via email at 10pm for students that they know than ones that they don't. Additionally, professors can be some of the most interesting people you will ever meet.
  • Attend class: Along the same lines as above, attending class is very important. You (or your parents) are paying for you to be there. You should try to get the most out of that by attending lectures that you have signed up for. Additionally, when it comes finals time and you need to boost your grade, no professor is going to help you if you haven't attended their lectures.
  • Invest in a water bottle: Nothing is worse than sitting in a lecture dying of thirst.
  • Invest in a messenger bag, tote bag, or backpack: You don't have a locker in college and chances are your dorm will be far away from your classes. Make sure you have something to carry anything you'll need, from books, to pens and pencils, to a laptop, or even snacks like granola bars.
  • Take notes: Do it. Your professor knows more than you, that's why they are at the front of the room. Listen to them, and write down what they say. Then study it. This is how you learn.
  • Utilize the library: Other than during finals week, the library is pretty much a guaranteed quiet place to study. Additionally, college libraries have databases for research papers, printing services, and a whole lot more for students.
  • Eat alone if you want/have to: No one will judge you. I promise.
  • Annotate your books: Especially if you are an English/literature major! It is a lot easier to simply take all of your notes in the novel than to copy down page numbers and quotes into a notebook. Textbooks (like science ones) can be annotated too!
  • Don't let anyone shame you about your major: Each major is difficult in its own way. Don't let anyone make you feel like you're taking an "easy" major or that they are more intelligent than you because they are in a "hard" major. STEM majors are not better than Liberal Arts majors, and Liberal Arts majors are not better than STEM majors. Ignore anyone who says otherwise. Ignore anyone who says your major is pointless. This does not only apply to fellow students, but family, friends, and the world in general.
  • Prepare for advising periods: Class offerings are usually posted before registration is open. Take an hour to become familiar with the requirements of your department and the individual college it is in (if applicable), as well as University/institutional requirements (IE at UMass, my "college" is the College of Social and Behavioral Sciences, while my department is Anthropology. The university itself, SBS, and Anthro all have different specific requirements I must meet to graduate) and make a list of classes you would like to take that satisfy these requirements. Advisors will appreciate it.
  • Take advantage of campus resources: Many colleges and universities have numerous extremely helpful resources, such as employment services which will help with resumes, or counselors for when you're having a hard time. Use these. They are there for you.
  • Keep yourself organized: Notebooks, highlighters, a planner, flashcards, an expandable file, binders, folders, literally whatever you need to keep track of all your papers, assignments, due dates, and what you need to help you study is important for you to have. If you don't know what helps you study or what keeps you organized, try some different systems or do some research.
  • Keep your syllabi: Every semester I buy a different notebook for each class I am taking, and I always keep my syllabus folded in half in the back of each notebook. It has saved my ass numerous times.
  • Check your email or the course website before class: Nothing sucks more than being the only kid who didn't know class was cancelled, especially if you're a commuter and you drove in/took the bus to a class that isn't happening.
  • Give yourself plenty of time: Whether its getting to class, doing homework, or writing a paper, make sure you give yourself enough time. This is especially important for commuters. I can promise you that you will need more time to drive to class than you think. I live less than 40 minutes away from UMass and I still leave 75-90 minutes before class starts.
  • Understand your learning style: Do flashcards work best? What about mindmaps? Answering questions at the end of the chapter? Understand what allows things to sink into your mind the best, and utilize that method of learning.
  • Honestly, you can get by with SparkNotes: I was an English major. We had to read, a lot and I didn't always read the novels. I used SparkNotes and skimmed chapters. While I wouldn't recommend relying on this entirely to graduate, it can help in a pinch.
  • Skipping class: I know I just told you to go, and I do mean that. But sometimes you need to skip class and be lazy or frivolous, and that's fine. Don't make it a habit. I usually allow myself 1-2 "mental health" days per semester. HOWEVER you should be VERY clear on the absence policy of your professors. Some don't take attendance, and others will kick you out if you miss 3 classes. It's always in the syllabus.
  • It's okay to withdraw from a class: Getting a W is better than getting an F. If a class is too much for you, then it's best to step out of it. Most professors will understand, and most grad schools and jobs will too.
  • Be kind to yourself: It's easy to only value yourself through school, as in what grade you got on a test, or how your GPA stacks up against others but we are all human and sometimes we fuck up and sometimes we do poorly and thats alright. Learn from it and move on.
  • Take care of yourself: !!!!! This is very important. Eat as well as you can/enough, sleep enough, don't become addicted to or dependent on drugs/alcohol, exercise (even if its just walking to class), take showers, etc. Sometimes taking care of yourself takes a back seat to taking care of your grades OR to having too much fun, and neither is a good strategy. Yes, college is a time to assert your independence and have fun and party, but if you do too much it will begin to affect your grades and your health.
  • Try to get internships or research assistantships/independent studies: These will look great on your resume and a lot of them are quite interesting/enjoyable. It shows initiative, drive, and motivation! Professors usually have independent studies and career/employment services (if your campus has that) can help with internship placement.
  • These are basic things that I have learned during my college career. I'm sure I could come up with more, but I hope this is helpful!
study dates with best friend!peter
  • you’d have been best friends for a while
  • and maybe you’re complaining about a class you have
  • “you know, if you wanted, i could maybe help…”
  • “just a thought i mean, uh, yeah”
  • peter being very nervous because he hates rejection
  • he probably likes u and u probably like him (neither of u admitting it)
  • after you get a test back as a 75, you give in
  • he’s really excited about it so goes home and tells aunt may
  • “but peter, you’re not even in that class”
  • “yeah i know aunt may, but [y/n] is”
  • aunt may giving him a knowing look, probably winking when you first come over
  • she secretly has always hoped you two would be together, this hopefully being the first step
  • within the first ten minutes he’d probably get distracted by watching himself on youtube
  • “peter we’re supposed to be watching a crash course, not ‘top ten best spider-man moments caught on film’”
  • he blushes and exits the tab, but you definitely catch him doing it at least two more times
  • “[y/n] this is boring”
  • “we just started fifteen minutes ago”
  • “…oh”
  • you bring your favorite candy with you and quiz each other, so after you get something right, you throw one and peter tries to catch it in his mouth
  • probably misses once or twice
  • probably hits him in the eye once or twice
  • “[y/n] you suck at this”
  • “well, i’m sorry i don’t possess superhuman abilities and have amazing hand-eye coordination”
  • aunt may bringing in a plate with crackers and cheese and juice boxes
  • “it’s good for brain power!”
  • peter being embarrassed and complaining that he’s not a little kid
  • you both secretly hope aunt may will bring more food though
  • the next test you ace with a 100
  • peter smiling because he heard flash got a 98
  • so you decide to do study dates regularly
  • peter possibly acting like he needs help with math even though you need it more than he does
  • you end up having him come over more
  • (because he likes showing up at your window all mysterious)
  • ((and you have a dog))
  • maybe he shows up kinda late at night, post crime fighting, and he’s still wearing the spider-man suit
  • claims he’s too tired to go pick up a text book, so he tries to use his webs to bring it to him from across the room
  • forgets that they’re hard to control
  • hits himself in the face with it
  • “oh sh*t!”
  • definitely gets distracted by your dog
  • “peter what’s this equ-”
  • peter getting distracted by everything
  • “[y/n] what’s this?”
    “that’s perfume, peter.”
    “really? well i think you better get it checked because it doesn’t seem to be wor-”
  • definitely has it held up to his eye to see if the little hole is clogged
  • definitely ends up spraying himself in the eye
  • definitely makes it hard for either of you to stay focused after that
  • maybe one time it gets really late, and you both end up falling asleep over your books
  • somehow you wake up in your bed
  • all your stuff has been put away
  • he probably left a cute note with lots of things crossed out
  • “hey [y/n] i hope you don’t mind i took your dog… just kidding”
  • (probably told himself that’s creepy to write but left it in there anyways)
  • you probably keep the note folded up somewhere, because it makes you smile
Reckless Part 1

Character(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, Angst…..! I’m so so sorry.

A/N: This was originally requested for Sebastian, but I could only think about scenarios for Bucky. So hold on to your seats.

Part 2

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Sitting at in the Quinjet trying to push aside all the aches and pains I’m feeling. The mission was successful but it was far from smooth. After months of trying to find the Hydra base, a tedious task, well hidden in a remote part of Siberia. We were split up into teams Bucky, Wanda, Myself, Tony - Captain, Natasha, Clint, Sam. 

Within 10 minutes of splitting we all got ambushed. Hydra was prepared but so were we. We took out 15 of the 20 men that attacked us. 

“Wanda on your right!” I yell blocking a punch, disarming the agent. Wanda using her powers to throw the agent into the last of their attackers.

Wanda and Tony secured the entrance while Bucky and I took out the rest of the agents. The last few standing were well trained than the rest. The agent charged at me, rapidly throwing knives. Dodging the first few grabbing two midair throwing them back, the agent falls to the floor lifeless. 

Bucky was surrounded by the last three. One lounging at him, he quickly starts throwing punches warding him off.

 I take knives out of my pockets tossing one at agent, one down. A agent sneaking up behind Bucky pulls out his gun aiming to kill. “BUCKY GET DOWN.” 

Bucky distracted by his current opponent doesn’t turn around. I quickly toss my other knife, the knife just missing him, he dodges and aims for me. I quickly flip and throw a punch. He’s quick, punching me straight in the jaw I tumble backwards. He aims for Bucky again, Bucky still holding off his opponent trying to turn around.

“BUCKY, MOVE.” I quickly charge at the Agent, he quickly turns his gun on me. Flipping, I kick the gun out of his hand, tackling him to the ground. I pin him down and start throwing punches.

“Y/N, Watch ou-” Bucky shouts. I feel the knife cut my arm, my grips slips and the Agent flips me over pinning me down. “You die for the soldier? You made an unwise decision” He growls, repeatedly swinging the knife. I can’t push his body weight off he’s too strong. Swinging the knife cutting you again “AAH!” 

He raises the knife, aiming to kill, Bucky kicks him off, one hit with his metal arm knocking him out cold.

Running over to me helping me up “Are you okay?!” 

“I’m fine Bucky” peeling back the fabric of my suit “I’ll just need to get a new suit, just minor cuts. I could’ve taken him you know” I chuckle.

Bucky is stone-faced shaking his head, his eyes scream disapproval. 

“What Buck?” Tony interrupts over the comm’s gives the meet up coordinates. ‘Understood’ Bucky turns off his comm, storming off. 

I trail behind him, confused at why he was upset when I covered his butt. Everyone straps in, I move down further to get the first-aid to clean my cuts.

“Buck, you alright? We got the files we needed and shut down the Hydra place. Something happen?” Steve questions his friend.

“I don’t know Steve, ask Y/N if something happened.” He growls.

“What are you talking about?” I mumble while peeling the band-aid with my teeth. “We all got swarmed by Agents, everyone finished their own fight. I told you I only have a few cuts, they aren’t deep at all so what’s the big dea-”

“The big deal is Y/N you’re always putting yourself at risk. You can be so reckless, no, not can be, you ARE reckless.” He stood up glaring. 

“Whoa Buck, I think you need to calm down.” Steve grabs Bucky’s shoulder trying to cool him down.

Bucky shoves him away. “NO. Y/N you always think that I can’t take care of myself in the field. I don’t need you watching my back all the time. 

“I was helping you out, what the heck is your problem? I had it under control.”

Raising his voice even louder “NO YOU DIDN’T. He had a knife to your face, you almost died. That was a irresponsible call, I can take the hits you can’t.” 

“I think you need to calm down Bucky.” Natasha says through her teeth. 

“Bucky, I was covering your back as your partner in the field I wasn’t going to let you get ambushed. I’m sorry I care so much and helped you out.” I stare at him.

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need you to look out for me ever!” 

“Bucky I think you need to cool down” Steve pulls him back again.

I stand voice rising “So you want me to just stand back and watch you get beat to a pulp?!” 

“I could handle it myself Y/N, it’s better that I handle it instead of you constantly causing more issues on missions.” 

“What the heck are you talking about?! All I’m doing is helping you out! I’ve always had your back James in and out of the field.” 

Within a few strides Bucky was standing inches from my face. Towering over me, out the corner of my eye I saw Natasha defensively standing, ready to stop the situation. Steve uttering something, unable to catch it due to the fact Bucky was in my space, I could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

He was fuming “I don’t need you to have my back. I don’t need you. I. do. not. need. you.” 

“Barnes I think you need to sit down.” Tony says sternly.

“Bucky what in the world? You’ve stepped out of line, she was watching your back. And she has done nothing but support you outside of the field.” Bucky ignored everything Steve was saying.

I part my mouth to respond but I can’t find the words. My mind goes blank, the slight ache of my wounds don’t compare to the stab I felt in my heart.

Natasha pushed past Bucky, touched my shoulder, she knew how much I care for Bucky. Everyday those feelings grow stronger and stronger. They don’t matter anymore.

Staring at the floor I silently walk away taking the furthest seat away. I strap in keep my head down, folding my hands in my lap. Doing everything in my power to not let the tears that threaten to spill over to fall.

Apparently hours have passed since we have arrived back at the tower. The jet is filled with tension. Everyone gathers their things and silently exits, I unstrap grabbing my bag walking towards the ramp.

Bucky stands stopping me “Y/N, I..”

Staring straight ahead, avoiding his gaze I respond “No apology needed. I’ll be sure to ask for a transfer off your team first thing in the morning. Since my sincere actions have proven reckless. You don’t need me anymore. Understood Sergeant Barnes.” I walk around Bucky, tears stream down my face. That was the last day I spoke to him.

Part 2

kelsiq  asked:

I've got kind of a bummer prompt if you're into it lol: Prompto's parents actually survived the fall of Insomnia but just never tried to contact him. How would the other three react if they found out? Your call whether Prom knows about it or not :P


Author’s Notes: Man, this was a GREAT prompt. It kind of broke my heart, but I definitely had a good time working on it. Sorry I didn’t get all the boys’ reactions in there. Hope this still works for you!


Broken Ties


They’re standing in the market at Lestallum when it happens.

Ignis is at the stall of the spice vendor, weighing out a packet of cumin. Prompto’s by his side, chattering idly on about the best methods for levelling up a character in King’s Knight. “Grinding’s boring,” he says. “So the trick is, you wait for the timed hunts. Then you just –”

“You just?” says Ignis, idly.

But Prompto’s stopped mid-sentence, and he gives no signs that he means to finish the thought.

When Ignis glances up to see what the matter is, Prompto’s gone absolutely sheet white. His face is slack, mouth open, eyes wide and staring. One hand gropes out to find Ignis’ arm, and the fingers clench there, grip painfully tight, palm like ice despite the heat of the day.

“That’s,” says Prompto. “Those are.”

His throat works; his face seems to be attempting every expression at once but not quite managing anything decisive.

Ignis follows his gaze across the market.

At first, he misses them. There’s something of a crowd, after all. But then the woman smiles, and the curve of her lips matches the smile in the photograph Prompto always keeps carefully folded in his wallet, and Ignis recognizes them for who they are.

They are an attractive enough couple, middle aged. Their heads are bent together as though sharing a secret. Ignis has never met them in person, but he’s heard stories: treasured childhood tales from Prompto, family outings dating a decade and a half ago, before the demands of their careers drew them away from home for longer and longer stretches of time.

Prompto’s hand, trembling now, draws away from Ignis’ arm. He takes a step toward the man and the woman, and his lips part, like they’re forming a silent plea, or perhaps a prayer. Then he calls: “Mom? Dad?”

They don’t hear him; the market is too loud.

He starts to move, like a man in a dream. “Mom!” he calls. “Dad!”

This time, they hear. Ignis watches as they glance up from their private conversation. He tracks the expressions as they flicker, there and gone: surprise, and then guilt. Finally, smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes.

“Prompto,” says Prompto’s mother. “Oh, my gods. What are you doing here?”

Ignis pays the vendor for the cumin, bags it, and turns to follow.

By the time he arrives, Prompto has his arms slung around the both of them. He’s crying – trying not to – saying, again and again, “I thought you were dead. I thought I was never gonna see you again.”

“It’s okay, honey,” says Prompto’s mother, like she’s embarrassed, and Ignis notes that the hand she has on her son’s back isn’t embracing him. It’s barely touching him at all.

“I kept calling,” says Prompto, and his voice breaks. “I thought – I thought for sure something happened.”

“You know how it is,” says Prompto’s father. “It was an evacuation; we had to leave everything. Damn phone’s probably still sitting on the counter.”

Ignis’ eyes flicker down. He finds the outline of a rectangle, in Prompto’s father’s front pocket.

It’s not the first time he’s felt this icy chip of anger slip into his bloodstream when Prompto’s parents are involved, but it’s by far the strongest. A wave of distilled ire rushes through him, along with the impulse to pry the boy away from them and take him back to their room at the Leville, where he’ll be surrounded by people who adore him.

Instead, Ignis clears his throat. He forces a smile, diplomat-smooth.

He thinks of what will make Prompto the happiest, and he says, “I’m afraid we won’t be in town for long, but perhaps the two of you would like to join us for dinner tonight? I imagine you’d like to do some catching up with your son.”

Prompto pulls back. In a sea of false smiles, his is genuine: wobbly and wondering, on a face still wet with tears. “Just like old times, right?”

Very old times. Prompto once confided that when last both his parents had sat down with him for a meal, he’d been seven years old.

“That sounds lovely,” says Prompto’s mother, as she extracts herself from the hug.

“We would hate to impose, though, if you already have plans,” says Prompto’s father.

“No imposition at all,” says Ignis, and his smile grows a touch sharper at the edges. “Please. I insist.”

There is a beat of silence, during which Prompto’s parents exchange a pointed look and Prompto, oblivious, wipes at his still-wet face with the back of one forearm.

The silence stretches uncomfortably long, and Ignis has time to think that if they break this boy’s heart, he will make it his own personal, private mission to enact suitable retribution.

“Well, then,” says Prompto’s mother, after far too long a pause. “If you insist.”

Prompto’s grinning again. His eyes are red and puffy, and the last of the tears still cling to his lashes.

Thank all the gods, he doesn’t seem to have noticed that anything’s amiss.


This imagine is inpired by Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Plus a good news, I’ve my exams over now so I can update good now. Requests are open ;)

I hope god will forgive me


You groaned turning to your left. Sun peeked through the windows shinning bright on your face. You sat up, rubbing sleep off your eyes as an unexpected yawn left your mouth tearing your eyes up.

You decided to leave the comfy of your bed and step down the carpeted wooden stair of your mansion. It was a pleasant morning and you wanted to do nothing else but kiss your dear husband good morning.

Grinning to self, you made your way to the kitchen. There he stood. Wearing nothing but red Calvin Klein boxers and apron loosely draped over his muscular body, covering his chest. He look radiant. Illuminated by the sun rays. His brown curl seemed so soft and silky, growing your urge to touch them.

You walked to him softly and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his bold back.

“Hey sunshine! ” Harry said turning around to face me. He looked mesmerising. His lips were perfectly tinted cherry red and his eyes, his eyes were shinning brighter than ever, maybe because of the spectacular night he spent making love with you.

“Hi sweet.” You said.

“Why’re yeh awake so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you.” You replied with a shrug and peeked over his shoulder to look at the food he cooked.

“Yeh look so beautiful” Harry whispered tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and cupping you left cheek. You smiled and nuzzled your nose further in his wrist as his arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. You chest were pressed up together, nose bumping in each other’s. You could feel his heart beating as fast as yours were.

Just two months ago, Harry and you exchanged your vows. Since then you’ve been living your in total bliss and pleasure. So pure and full of love. Not to mention the fact that he still tears up sometimes just because how lucky he feels to have you as his wife.

“Kiss me H.” You whispered, more like pleaded. There was a need in your words. A need that only he could full fill.

And Harry felt that need too.

He touched his lips with yours so ever lightly that made you whimper in pain, pain of your want. You grabbed his hair and kissed him with all you had. He kissed back with same emotion. He had his want as well. The kiss showed how desperate and needy your soul was.

You bite on his lower lip earning a loud throaty moan from him. Taking the chance you slide your tongue inside his agape mouth. His mouth tasted like cherry. Just like his lips. His own tongue was busy in exploring your mouth and his hands were gripping and squeezing your bum.

“Jump” Harry demanded against your lips and you accepted his order and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your chest rubbed together creating friction and then heat. There were sweat beads already on your forehead. Cheeks and ears red of both of you.

His hands instantly grabbed you from bottom supporting you as he carried you to the island situation in the middle of your huge kitchen. Thankfully it was free of things on it so it made easier for harry to lay you down on it.

You hissed once the cold marble of the shelf touched your slightly exposed back. Harry chuckled and took the opportunity to slip the shirt off your body as your back arched.

“So sexy and beautiful m'pet” he said. Harry took a moment to adorn your body before leaning in and capturing the flesh of your neck with his lips. He suckled on the skin leaving purple marks.

Harry never felt so in love before. In fact he never felt what love was like before he met you. And now, now he thanks Jesus everyday, every second of his life. He thanks him for giving him an amazing partner of life. A person with whom he could be himself. Who understood him like his own soul. Who knew him better than he knew himself. Who loved him dearly and to no extent.

His kissed grew rough on your neck. Your fingers stayed in his hair, gripping-twisting on them. He slowly moved to south on your body still peppering and endeavouring your body with open mouth kisses.

Your breath hitched when his kisses trailed down the valley of your breast. His left hand sneaked up your body and cupped the boob in his big hands. He stared intensely in your eyes which you somehow were able to open and cupped your right boob in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before taking your pebble hard nipple in his mouth. He suckled on it and kept squeezing the other.

The intensity of his work pooled your core even more. You could feel your clit throbbing. Even just a touch of him was enough to get you to end.

“Hmm babyy” you moaned moving your pelvic. He chuckled and pinned your hips down.

“So responsive huh? You wan’ meh love? So bad?” He asked bring his face upto your level, merely inches away from yours. You bite your lip and gave him a good nod and pulled him down on your lips by his platinum necklace .

Harry wasted no time in pulling your panties down your leg and opening them wide.

The cool air made your shiver as it collapsed with the throbbing bud of nerves between your legs. Harry pulled away and kept his stare on you . His lips left open mouth kisses down your body. His slick tongue licked your cunt lips before he ran it up your folds, opening them.

His two fingers came in contact with your skin, keeping the folds open so that he could eat you better. His long tongue licked your wet entrance and he pushed in inside your hole.

He could watch your face scrunched up in pleasure all day as he could right now.

He pushed his arms beneath your legs and pulled you to him smacking your core to his mouth. His scruff rubbed against you sensitive skin making you wetter than ever as he kept licking and sucking on your clit. His mouth was Indulged in eating you out from nose to chin.

The wild feeling and energy in your stomach was growing wide second by second and soon you found yourself whimpering his name and grinding your pelvic against his mouth.

He still had his arms underneath you as his index finger of right hand rubbed your clit and three fingers of left hand were inside you. His fingers were on and were stretching you perfectly, giving you extreme gratification.

His mouth was still hungry on you. Eating up your soul with hunger and passion as the same time.

“G-gonna cum.” You whimpered, breathing hard and sweaty body. You couldn’t even wait for his reply and were coming undone. Sheepish red colour creeped up your cheeks as Harry once again came upto face to face to you.

“It’s okay love” he said as he certainly understood the reason behind it. White evidence of your love was dripping down his chin. You arched yourself a bit and licked his chin tasting yourself.

“You ready darling ?” Harry asked you kissing your head discarding his red boxers down his leg and standing at the end of Island. His tip was painfully red and he was fully hard.

You sat up on your knees and moved forward to grab him when he stopped you.

“Not now love. Want yeh so bad” Harry said laying you down again.

You bite your lip and Harry threw your leg over his shoulder before sliding inside of you completely. Your eyes rolled back with your head.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ tight. Shit” Harry rumbled, moving as fast as he can. He wanted to make love but the desperation and Need of your body made him go wild.

Your skin slapped against each other making suck filthy sound but none of you cared as you both were captivated in your own world of bliss.

“All for you baby. My body and soul is all yours” you moaned looking at him. He looked as a perfect sex god at the moment. Sweat covered forehead, toned chest, red cheek and perfect cock.

“Your pussy….” Harry breathed.

“Is all mine” he said as his pace slowed down. He was Gonna lose it soon too, and so were you.

You say up a little supporting yourself with your elbows and tried to cup his cheek. Harry leaned in and kissed you so lovingly. The softness and utter love of your kiss made him lose it all. He spurted inside of you filling you up with his warm self. You too came undone for the second time.

The bodies of yours slowed down as the kiss grew more sloppy. He needed to catch his breath so he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

“I love you.” He breathed out.

“I love you” you breathed in.


“Y/n cmon!!!” Harry said pulling you by your sleeves. You giggled and followed him.

After the amazing session of love you guys fell asleep again and then woke up around lunch time. And since the you don’t know the time went by an here you were cooking dinner when Harry came inside the house all excite and pulled you outside.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked and found your answer as he took you to the backyard. It was beautiful. Harry was the whole evening out and this is why he was out, he decorated the backyard with pretty fairy lights with soft music playing around.

The familiar music caught your ear.

Perfect. Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Harry bowed in from of you and reached for your hand and pulled you against his chest.

“Hi mister.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hi missus.” He replied adorning you. He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours affectionately. His arms around your waist.

The soft green grass tickled the bare feet of yours as you both danced and twirled around living in the moment and night dancing away, celebrating the love. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a bts reaction to you being pregnant and you want to keep the baby? (Like it was unexpected/an accident)

Here you go baby:)


When you initially told him that you were pregnant you were surprised by his reaction. What you thought was going to be a quiet Jin who looked at you and told you everything was going to be okay was actually Jin standing up suddenly with a huge smile on his face. ‘Wait, are you serious! You’re pregnant!?’ He’d say pulling you into him tightly before letting go quickly because he want to hurt the baby, which made you laugh since you didnt even have a bump yet. ‘Im going to be the best dad ever.’ He’d say kissing you deeply. You wouldn’t even have to tell him you wanted to keep it, he’d be so excited that every worry you’ve ever had would just simply disappear


You’d avoid telling Yoongi for the longest time, you were torn between possibly ruining his career with a child, and all the late night conversations the two of you would have about one day having a family together. He’d come home one day and you’d sit him down, nervously wringing your hands and your eyes tearing at the thought of that possibly being the last time you would be so close to him. ‘…and I think I’m going to keep it.’ You’d finish folding your arms across your stomach. His face would be emotionless as he processed what you had just told him. The tears becoming more prominent as you could just hear him telling you he didnt want that. ‘I think Id be a cool dad.’ He’d say cooly sitting back, a smile breaking on his face as he watched yours turn from terrified to excited. He’d hold his arms out to you and hold you tightly, thinking about the family he was now creating for himself. 


Watching you move around he’d know something was up. He’d ask you if you were feeling alright and when you told him he might want to sit down he knew exactly what you were going to say. ‘Im keeping it, Joonie.’ ‘I know Jagi.’ He’d say giving you a reassuring smile. He’d kiss your forehead till you sigh in relief. ‘Wait here. Please don’t go anywhere ill be back as soon as possible.’ He’d say kissing you tenderly once more before reaching for his coat and walking out of the door. Waiting for him would be agonizing but when he busted back through the doors now followed by the rest of the members you’d felt relief once more knowing that he hadn’t left you. ‘Y/n.’ He’d start, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. ‘I was thinking we could make them all a godfather, what do you think?’ He’d start causing the boys behind him to start to freak out. He silenced them before kissing your knuckle once more and kneeling down. ‘Might as well since were going to be a family.’ He said pulling out a small velvet box. 


He would go through an array of emotions. He’d first be shocked before he jumped up quickly and a huge smile broke to his face. He’d then go from pacing excitedly to worried, approaching you and asking you if this is what you wanted. When you told him that you wanted to keep it another smile would break onto his face as he reached for your cheeks and planted a simple, but deep kiss on your lips. ‘I don’t know if I’m going to be a good dad, or if I’m even ready to be a dad, but I’m so excited to find out.’ He’d say before yelling Yoongi’s name frantically so he could tell him he was going to be a godfather. 


He wouldn’t be too shocked by it when you told him you were pregnant, Im mean the two of you were doing it like rabbits. I helped though, that every time he finished and you’d curl up to his chest his mind to go to what it would be like to have a family with you. To raise a little baby with you by his side. ‘You’re keeping it right?’ He’d say taking your hands. When you nodded he’d smile and press his forehead to yours. After a few minutes he’s chuckle and lean away. ‘So, who should we tell first? Your parents or mine?’


He’d be worried when you told him to sit down. As you started your dialog of ‘Ill understand if you don’t want to still be with me or have anything to so with this,’  His throat would get dry and his palms sweaty as he prepared himself for very bad news. When you finally got around to telling him your pregnant and you wanted to keep the baby his head would fall into his hands and his shoulders would start to shake. You’d think that he was crying, that this wasn’t something he wanted, or at least didnt want with you, but when he picked his head up and you saw that he had a huge smile on his face with no trace of sadness anywhere you’d start to feel better. ‘Jagi thats great. This gives us a reason to get married sooner.’


Like Hoseok he would go through an array of emotions. First of, and the longest lingering one, would be terror. When you told him that you wanted to keep it, but would consider his request if he didnt want it his face would freeze and he’d realize how much of a boy he was being. He’d take your hands and kneel ont he floor infant of where you sat and give you a soft smile. ‘I want you to keep it. I want us to keep it. I love you more than anything else, this baby only proves that.’ He’d say making you smile and kissing your cheek before taking you to go tell the other boys. 


author: @wydobrien

word count: 2,225

warnings: roughness, choking, dom!thomas, teasing, slight smut.

listen to me 

this is my first smut ever, so, i’m sorry if it sucks ass, lmao. this was mainly requested by @writing-obrien so bam, here’s some rough tommy for you. please tell me if you want me to continue this or keep it as is!

Folding the final rag neatly, you felt your eyes drift away from your work. This was the fifteenth time, the fifteenth time you had done this. You were just so distracted, so bored by your duties, because with the sight you had in front of you right now, there was nothing more you desired to do than to rip the rag to shreds and ditch your chores. You groaned, knowing that there was plenty more to do, feeling repugnant at the idea of doing the daily chores that would’ve otherwise been no hassle at all. But, you looked at him, you gawked at him, from afar, almost offended at how he knew he was doing this to you. He was nothing short of entirely aware of the things he was doing to you, the things he was making you think. Memories of last night flashed through your mind briefly as you lifted the browned water, the metallic scent of iron filling your nostrils distastefully.

“Give it to me.” He grunted through gritted teeth, his hands clasped bruisingly firm on the curve of your hips, his hips jerking forward at such inconceivable strength and speeds, pounding into you relentlessly. Thomas edged you closer to the edge, thrust by thrust, your legs going numb from the awkward positioning of the uneven ground, your fingers digging into the rough bark of the tree for leverage. “Fuck.” He spat from beneath his rough pants, concentration riddled all throughout his voice, hoarse and scratchy.

You arched your back into him, his palm coming down onto your left cheek as soon as you felt the skin of your backside touch the flexed, hard surface of his abdomen. “You like that, babygirl?” He probed, mirroring the same actions on your right cheek, much more rigidly than the first. “Yeah you do.” Thomas answered himself, his hand now resting onto one of your cheeks while the other trailed up your spinal cord, coaxing cascades of shivers to follow after it, his fingertips barely skimming over the hot skin as he did so.

You were so close, your heart skipping beats as it thumped heavily within your chest, leaving you short of breath and puffing out stiff breaths from your nose. “Oh God.” You heaved, your head suddenly being yanked backwards, some strands of hair being ripped from your head, a burning sensation buzzing on your scalp. The hand that had been traveling up your back had a fistful of your hair, allowing him to work rougher onto you and hold you still while he fucked you. You felt him suddenly shift; Thomas’s warm, repetitive pants of air hitting your ear and flowing down the side of your neck. “I don’t want you to ever forget the way I’m making you feel, right now. To never forget that you’re mine, no one else’s. If you do, I’m taking you right back here, and I’ll give you a reminder of who you belong to. Understand me?”

Too constrained by his rapid movements, he suddenly ceased all of them, simply gripping onto your hair and leaving his hand on your ass. “Do you,” He paused, going to land another blow atop your cheek, your skin stinging with all the tingling sensations from his hand as you felt the blood rush to the surface of the soft skin. “understand me?” His tone, authoritative and gruff, made you whimper out in response. “Say it.” Thomas demanded, his teeth leaving tiny nibbles across the open plane of your neck, already riddled in dark purple and red marks. You bit down on your lip, and he removed himself from you, only to slam right back in. You gasped. “I said, say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I understand.” You breathed, and he bottomed out, immediately going back into his previous rhythm, till you felt yourself topple into your release, his following afterwards, hot shots of cum hitting along your backside and hips, both of you breathing heavily in unison.

A dark chuckle made you jump slightly as Thomas wiped off his mess from you with the bottom of his shirt, adjusting his grip back onto your hips as he kissed along the side of your neck, soothing over the biting love-bites and hickeys he adorned your tanned skin in. “Oh, babygirl, this is going to be fun.”

You were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as you felt your ankle bump into something hard, falling face-first into the patiently waiting hard surface of the grown below. “Shit.” You gasped, feeling the dirty water slosh onto your shirt some. A gag rested in the back of your throat, looking up as you noticed you have wondered off into the middle of the Glade, a yard away from your real destination. “I’m a fucking idiot.” You whispered your scold to yourself as you quickly jogged where you were supposed to be, ignoring the weird looks from the other nosey Gladers.

Letting out a small huff, you finished cleaning out the bucket of dried blood and dirt, running your freshly-dried hands through your messy hair. You had it tucked back into a ponytail, the humid air of the Med-Jack hut making your shirt feel like it was sticking to your skin. You plucked at the thin material, your chest rising and dropping quickly as you finally managed to peel it off you, revealing the noodle-strapped tanktop underneath, the straps of your black sports-bra much wider. You let out a sigh of relief, raising a hand to your forehead and tucking your shirt in your back-pocket and heading outside. The sun was merciless against your skin, making you feel grateful you had gotten yourself out of that torturous shirt. Everyone was busy with their own work, not paying you a wink of an eye, that is, until you passed them. Then, you could feel their eyes burning against your back, and you tensed, before spotting Thomas, still shirtless in all his glory, his muscles bulging as your eyes followed the vein that traveled from his forearm to the middle of his bicep.

Shaking your head, you sighed, finding yourself too occupied by the heat to pay any further attention to him. You didn’t look at him when you felt his attention become spiked to you, simply heading back to your own resting-quarters, quite a long-distance away from the rest of the Gladers. The reason? You’d rather not talk about it, nor think of it. The disgusting temptations some of these boys had was certainly ridiculous; you still slept with one eye open each night after it had happened, even if it had happened about a year ago, glad that Alby gave those assholes what they deserved.

Running your hands along the temples of your face, you let out another groan, your skin finally being able to breath as you stood in the shade. You still had to clean the showers, patch up some of the complaining Builders and talk to Newt about your tedious, ever-changing schedule. You see, you had been chosen to be a Runner after seven months in the Glade, which was very short. When you had asked Minho about it, he simply said that some creep had watched you on one of your morning runs and was impressed. Part of you thought it was to keep you away from the boys, but, you put trust in Minho’s word. Training was difficult, the real job was even worse. Your legs felt like rubber, pulsing and hot, but having no relief to the cool air of sundown, since you were so sore, you couldn’t even change clothes without wincing in pain. But you had gotten used to it, and the job shapened your body quite nicely. Assuredly you wouldn’t think your body was anything to drool over, but, after such hefty exercise from running daily, you grew a fresh layer of confidence of being free to show some skin since you were comfortable enough to.

Then, something terrible happened, and you never set foot in that blasted Maze ever again. George, your first friend in this Glade, dead. No, not because of the Grievers, or an accident in the Maze. But you.

It was because of you.

Shaking the thought off, you didn’t feel like dwelling within your gutter of self-blame, instead rolling up your jeans higher on your ankles and adjusting the straps of your sports-bra. You stood like this, relaxing and preparing yourself for the rest of the day. You turned around, and you saw him again, swinging down at the poor slices of wood as if it just insulted him. Your teeth found itself tugging on the bottom skin of your lip, gnawing and chewing, as Thomas suddenly met your eyes from his work, and you could see the surfacing smirk rising upon his lips. Everything was tensed on his sweaty body, his hair matted across his forehead, but still swept in a way that make the ends curl just a bit. His raven hair was sticking in awkward directions, wild and flat at the same time. Beads of sweat dripped between crevasses of his muscles, showing off his incredible form. He kept eye-contact with you, making a firm expression that said more than he was concentrated on cutting wood. Something in you told you that his mind was elsewhere, as so was yours, and that he wanted to rake his eyes down somewhere else on your body. You turned around, an idea popping up in your mind.

You bent over, pretending to have gotten something caught in your hammock, your tanktop rolling up on your back some as you rose one leg slightly off the ground, arching your back while you continued to search for the invisible item you had dropped. The pool of heat between your legs pulsing as you thought about the way he must be looking at you, about what he must be thinking about doing to you as you did so. He wanted to play games? He wanted to test you? Oh, he had no idea of what was coming to him. You hummed a chuckle, straightening as you brushed your hands on your tanktop, shrugging as you walked back into the Med-Jack hut, a sharp swing of your hips as you did so, allowing your hips to cut through the air to give him a nice view. You heard a faint growl, and your heart jumped at the sound.

You had grabbed a bucket of clean water, the same rag you had folded previously, and an extra hair-tie to wrap around your wrist, just in case your pesky hairs decided to come loose from your ponytail. About to head towards the showers, two rough hands on your hips stopped you, and you flailed until a familiar voice spoke. “What the fuck was that?” He questioned, digging his fingers into the parts of open skin where your shirt had rode up. You smiled.


Thomas leant over you, forcing you to bend over as he grabbed onto your ponytail, his other hand snaking to gently move over your neck, your breath quivering as he did so. He held a light grip, but the rough sensation of it left you buzzing. “You know what I’m talking about. What was that, hmm? Babygirl likes to play now, does she?” The petname he had grown so accustomed to using made you lick over your lips, a wet sound being made from the quick gesture, causing him to raise you to press you against his bare-front side, the back of your shirt dampening from his sweat. Any other day, this would’ve made you cringe, but, with the way he was handling you, it only made it hotter. “You know I don’t like being teased, sweetheart. You know what happens when you tease me.” A hand suddenly soothed over your bum, and you whimpered lightly, being fully knowledgeable. “Turn around and get on your knees.” Thomas growled, biting on that special spot behind your ear.

“I have to do work.” You spoke again, speaking against every roaring temptation inside you. His light grip on your neck tightened slightly, and you gripped onto the metal handle of the bucket.

“Yeah? I don’t care.” He retorted, turning you around and glaring down at you through his eyelashes, something dark and desiring residing in his honey-golden irises. “You think you can just get away with teasing me like that? Bending over like that, when you know I can bend you over that counter over there right now and fuck you till you can’t walk straight?” Rushes of electricity zapped to all corners of your body, but, you only smirked right at him and pulled from his strong hold, patting him gently on the head. You didn’t even take knowledge of the sight of him shirtless up-close, which took the most effort not to do.

You only chuckled, though with the look he was giving you, made you drop the small laugh real quick. “Sorry Tommy. Next time, okay?” He wanted to play this game, he better come up with better moves than that. Because you had a lot up your sleeve. But something about that lustful look in his eyes said that he had just the same. You walked out of that hut with the same alluring stride as before, knowing where his eyes were. Oh, he was so in for it.

You couldn’t wait to show him just how teasing you could be.

What? It’s not like you started it.

If We Were A Movie | Jimin (M)

Originally posted by sonyeondan

Summary: Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.

Word Count: 14.2k (give my noveL A CHANCE)

Genre: smut/fluff/a touch of angst; fwb!Jimin

A/N: I really have no excuse for this. It’s just a ton of smutty filth with Park Jimin

You were already more than halfway to Jimin’s house by the time you sent a text to tell him you were on your way, but you knew full well he would already be there. You’d seen him leave practice a few minutes before you, and he hadn’t been with the rest of your friends, so when you got a quick response, you weren’t surprised that he was expecting you.

Entering through the back had become a pastime by now, even though his front door was just as easy for you to get to. It reminded you of the first few times you’d done this, when you’d worried about his parents catching you. But now, in the beginning of your last year of high school, Jimin had already moved out, and you only had to worry about his roommates.

Twisting your key through the lock, you drop your book bag and gym bag onto the floor in the kitchen near his, barely remembering to close the door before you were searching for him. He wasn’t difficult to find, though, considering it was a Friday afternoon and he’d just finished a three-hour practice, he was sitting on the couch, video game controller in hand as he played some combat game you couldn’t care less about. When he spots you walking through the doorway, he grins and tosses the controller onto the floor, leaning back against the couch.

“Hello, Y/N.”


You don’t waste any time in climbing onto his lap, your legs on either side of his waist as you quickly yank off the battered t-shirt he was wearing. Jimin’s hands fall to your hips, and he hums as you run your hands along his toned skin. He was still a little sweaty from practice and you grimace, but it doesn’t stop you from letting your fingers touch all over his chest.

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Subtext | Jason Todd x Reader

Description: Before Jason’s death, you worked together as Batgirl and Robin. But when feelings begin to develop between the two of you, Jason dies abruptly. Upon his return, your relationship status is… fluctuating. Only the subtext of your actions will tell…

Words: 4,900 (I got a little carried away, I love Jason too much)

Notes: YAY!!! My boy Jay finally got some attention!

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne.

Ships: Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader


You end the call with a sigh, a trio of bats shrieking somewhere far off in the Batcave. Bruce looks at you expectantly waiting for information, and you give it as you don your jacket,” Jay needs me to come pick him up. It’s no big deal. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” Taking the keys from your pocket, you deliver a kiss to Tim’s cheek and another to Bruce’s, bidding Alfred goodbye with a half-hug. They deliver varying responses with varying degrees of care. Tim notices they’re not your keys, but Jason’s as he tells you to “drive safe”.

Putting the key into the ignition, you start his bike and take off down the street. Streetlights pass in circles along the stretch of Gotham’s roads, which get thinner and thinner as you enter downtown Gotham. Worry beats softly in your chest, the intensity of your concentration taken by the wind biting at your exposed skin and the path before you. It takes little to no time to get Jason, and the drive goes by too fast for your liking; the only adequate bike-riding gear you had is in the lock box on Jason’s motorcycle, and it’s one of his leather jackets. The old faded leather smells so much like him your belly quiveres pleasantly. It’s almost like he’s with you.

You kick out the kickstand, leveling the bike with your other foot as you look for him amongst the late-nighters of Gotham’s cruddier crowd. He’s drunk off his ass, and beaming at smiling at you all dopey.”Jason,” You greet, amused at his expression and sudden clinginess. He embraces you, clearing you from the ground as he does,”Hey, babe! Thanks for coming to pick me up!” He giggles, settling your feet back onto the concrete. Jason doesn’t take his arms from your waist just yet, gaze suddenly hooded and lips cocked into a smirk,”You look really hot riding my bike.”

Smiling and blushing, you shake your head. He’s a bold drunk. Either way, Jason’s pretty bold sober and he’s always been incredibly blunt; he calls you babe even if you’re not dating, and comments like the latter aren’t exactly uncommon. Deciding he most likely won’t remember anything happening between the two of you currently, you let your blush show instead of threatening him—your usual response to his flirtations.

“C’mon, jackass, get on the bike.” You instruct, and Jason does so without complaint but… with difficulty. He nuzzled into your neck from behind,”You smell good. Is that… (favorite fruit)?” He guesses casually. You nod, rolling your eyes as you put a helmet on him. He wraps his arms around you for more than one reason. Before you start the bike, you pointedly look at him as you take his hands and move them further up your torso. Jason giggles,” Sorry, babe. Can’t keep my hands from wanderin’ when I’m with you.”

With a final playful look meaning “keep your hands above the waist, Jason”, you murmur,”You’re lucky you’re charming, red.” Before taking off. Jason keeps his hands folded comfortably over your rib cage.

By the time you’re rising the steps to his apartment, Jason’s half passed out. He’s lucky you’re strong, otherwise, the flight up seven floors would have been more of a hike up Mount Everest.”Jason, give me your keys,” You demand, having given him the keys to his bike after you dismounted. Jason giggles tiredly,”Search me, officer.” He jokes, raising his arms in the proper manner. You realize he’s serious when he doesn’t move to grab them.

With an exasperated sigh, you pat him down, his giggles echoing down the hallway. Even if you’re trying to come off as uncaring or emotionless, it’s hard when he’s smiling and making flirty comments. When you pull the jingling bunch from his back pocket, he smiles and winks,”At least buy me dinner first.”

You pull Jason inside, making him shred his shoes. He can’t keep his eyes off your form. But it’s not like that’s anything new, you think. There’s a chance he’ll do something in this state, so you take the chance to remind yourself that he’s just a natural flirt and he’s not into you. This chance comes in the form of a question,”Meet any pretty girls tonight?” Usually, Jason would flaunt it and say things like,”Oh, yeah, tons. I have at least three new numbers on my phone” or,”if I wasn’t drunk off my ass I’d have one in bed by now” and you’d die a little on the inside. Assuming he’ll answer in the same way, you question him to torture yourself.

He refrains from this, watching your every move with his slim feline-esque eyes, the greened blue like pools of shadow in the moonlight. But his gaze is not predatory or even mildly threatening. It’s lovesick and adoring and dreamy. As you wondered what doll made him act like this, you childishly hope that one day you’ll be in her shoes.

“A few,” Jason yawns,”But none as pretty as you, dove.”

You hate how your heart beats stupidly in your chest. Stupidly in love. All the nicknames are starting to get to you. Maybe if you pulled the Bruce card and acted like you hated them, he’d stop hugging you to his side and calling you “dove” or “babe”. It’s bad enough his voice, in general, makes you lose your train of thought, you don’t need nicknames meant for a significant other thrown at you in such a manner. Only Jason and Damian called you dove, and Damian always meant it tauntingly, usually to tease you for your crush on the Redhood.

“C’mon, dove, let’s get outta here.” Jason nods to the door, hanging his jacket over his shoulder by two hooked fingers. You begin to follow wordlessly, just a step behind. Damian tuts,”TT.” This makes you glare back at him with only half the commitment of a full threat. Damian mimics Jay’s tone, puffing up his chest and copying Jason’s body language perfectly,”See you later, dove.” He snickers into his breakfast as you walk away, ears and face steaming.

“I don’t wanna change, Y/N! I won’t look cool if I take off the jacket…” He whined. “Arms up.” You command. Jason raises his arms like a child anyway, chest puffed up to seem intimidating as he pouted beside his dresser. You slip his shirt over his head, smiling playfully,”And I will always think you’re cool, even without the jacket.” When Jason’s face surfaces from the fabric, he’s smiling sleepily, rubbing his fists into his eyes and looking at you like you’re the sun—no, the moon. His moon.

“Will you stay with me?” He whispers. You nod without thinking. And even if means you have to wait three hours for him to fall into unconsciousness, you’re going to stay. Jason slips off his jeans and his socks, collapsing into his bed. You pull a thin sheet over his form, sitting beside his legs.

Jason sighs through his nose, gesturing for you to come closer to his upper half. This brought back memories of sleepless nights after pstrol, with your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands carressing your waist. When Dick became Nightwing (and wore that ridiculous circus getup, with the feathers and the collar), you and Jason were Batgirl and Robin. Each of the Robins had a Batgirl as each of the Batgirls had a Robin, but for Damian and Cassandra. Tim had Stephanie, Dick had Barbara, Jason had you.

There would be nights when just you and he went out on patrol (with Bruce warning you of Jason’s recklessness, oblivious of your own jump-into-danger motto). That was really when you first started to fall in love with him. There was always something there, rippling between the two of you as you swung through the air. An unvoiced connection, an unshared energy never before sensed. That was when you knew he loved you as you loved him. When he’d look at you as you turned away, and where you’d catch him and giggle.

That connection had severed when Jason died. And to make matters worse, he remembered when he was brought back. He still looked at you, and you pretended you didn’t know he was staring. He’d perk up when you’d gaze at him across the room, only act like you were staring at something else. He pretends he doesn’t have nightmares about you being the one to die instead.

“You have helmet hair,” You whisper, tentatively raising your hand to ruffle the locks, your fingers catching on the tangles of black and white. Jason leans into your hand, yawning again and sliding his hand over yours,”It’s all wavy. Do you like it, babe?” Jason wonders quietly. His eyelids flutter as he fights to stay awake. Fights to stay with you. Swiftly retracing your hand from his, you play with them in your lap, murmuring an unsteady,”Yeah.”

The rest of the night goes without incident. Jason wraps an arm around your waist in his sleep, resting at an awkward angle what with you sitting. He won’t let you move the limb, so you end up pinned to the bed and staring at every niche on his dresser, kicking yourself mentally for always doing this. Dick would and could have just as easily gotten Jason, and it might have even been easier since Dick was closer to the area. But no, you have to be so loyal, so committed to Jason. You urge for his attention and do little things for him, even though you know he won’t return the favor romantically. The late-night romance had never been a romance, but a friendship you had read into too quickly because Jason’s eyes simply went too deep.

Jason wakes up the following afternoon, head pounding. His headache is relieved by some pain medication and a glass of water placed strategically on his nightstand, to which a note is taped to.

Hope you slept well, Jaybird - Dove

Jason grins, hating himself as he falls deeper.

“Thank god you’re okay,” Jason moans, carefully tilting your face in his hands as he views the bruise. The purple bruise on your jaw made moving your lips painful, so you opted for a flustered silence as Jason holds your face. He still doesn’t drop his hands when Bruce says,”You’ll have to stay at the manor, for the time being, Y/N. That way we can protect you if they come back again.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You say, trying not to move your jaw much,”I’m sure they won’t try breaking in again, and after today I’ll be more careful—” Jason cuts you off evenly, without flinching, without hesitation,”She’ll stay with me.” Dick, Bruce, and Alfred carry out a silent conversation/argument with their eyes, which Dick seemingly wins as he gestures to you and Jason; Jason runs his hand over your jaw, slipping his thumb over your lip and clenching his teeth. You settle him by putting a palm on his arm. Bruce and Alfred exchange a glance, and Alfred nods. You’d be safest with Jason because he’d die to protect you.

“Jason, that’s sweet of you, but I’ll be fine. You guys are freaking over a bruise, anyway, I’ve been stabbed before and have been flipping over buildings like I didn’t have seven stitches keeping me together.” You argue. You’d be more threatening if you stand, but you can’t with Jason in your way and there’s no way you’re leaving his silk hold. Staying seated on the medical table, you grip its edge and glare at the other boys,”I get it, you love me and you want me to be safe, but it’s just one guy. Bruce, if I can kick your ass, then this is nothing.”

Bruce pauses, either to make his next statement more serious or for dramatic effect, before turning around and walking to the Batcomputer,”You’ll stay with Jason until the threat is taken care of.”

You pout, rolling your eyes and jumping off the table when Jason steps away,”Bruce…!” You shout in protest, but the sound fades timidly and he doesn’t turn around. Crossing your arms over yourself defensively, you shake your head,”If it was Dick instead of me that got attacked by a stupid assassin, then no one would be freaking out.”

“Yeah, but it’s because we love you more than Dick.” Jason jokes (or is he being serious??), stepping forward to be at your side. You snort, which turns into subtle laughter as Dick slaps Jason on the arm,”Oh shut up, you do love me!” Dick defends. Jason huffs, ignoring the first Robin and turning back to you with a bit of a glint in his eye. He tosses his arm over your shoulder and begins to guide you out of the cave,”What I mean is, no one messes with my girl.” He smirks. You rest your head against Jason as you smile to yourself.

“Don’t you mean “our” girl? As the in the entire family’s?” You wonder.

Jason shakes his head, closing his eyes briefly so you can’t see the blatant love within his gaze,”Nope,” He guides you up the steps to the exit of the cave, his voice echoing around the walls and the trophies as he assures you,”My girl.”

“I mean, sure, I think all of us would if things were different,” Dick admitted. Damian made a face, leaving Cassandra, Tim, Stephanie, and Barbara to agree with him through a shrug,”I mean, yeah. Y/N’s pretty.” Barbara says. Dick pointedly looks at Damian, waving his arms,”See, I’m not crazy.”

Damian throws his hands up in disbelief,” Y/N has enough men on her tail as it is! She already has Todd shadowing her like a lost puppy, not to mention every officer on the Gotham police force whistling at her! I have beat up three of her exes, and I do not need you to be one of them.”

You and Damian high-five as he finishes the statement, just as Jason scoffs,”I don’t follow her around, demon-spawn! Nevermind like a lost puppy…” He defends, distracting Dick from the fact Damian sucker-punched each of your previous significant others. Tim raises an eyebrow,”Then how come you’re here?”

“Because Y/N brought me!” Jason yells without thinking, digging his own grave a little deeper. Stephanie points at Jason with her fork,”You just proved his point.” She laughs through her food. Jason rolls his eyes as the group joins her in various volumes, smile quirking as you run your hand through his hair and coo,”Oh, leave him alone. I gave him permission to follow me like a puppy.”

“When?” Barbara questions in confusion, facial expression overcome with skepticism. You and Jason look at each other and you blush. Jason, however, seems to have given up being shy.”When we first started going out on patrol together. I’d go in and face whoever we were fighting, with Jason following me in and jumping out of nowhere. It was our battle strategy.” You lied. Tim saw through it, but only voiced his suspicion with a low,”Mhmm.” As he bit into his toast.

In reality, it was your words whispered and carried over Gotham by the wind, after an ex (your boyfriend at the time) had accused Jason of liking you romantically. You both knew it was true, and you both knew that you loved him too.

“He’s right. I do follow you around, I do look at you in ways I shouldn’t, I do—… we’re too close.” Jason drops his head,”I’m sorry, Y/N…”

“Jason.” You lift his chin, steadying your hands against his shoulders. Jason looks away from you, anything to avoid your gaze. And yet your demand for attention is too strong, and he forces himself to look at you. You smile crookedly at him,”I like it when you do those things. I like that we’re too close. It’s not too close, it’s our close. I want to stay that close, I want you to keep following me and looking at me.” You correct.

Jason mirrors your smile nervously,”You know I’ll always be behind you, right?” He mutters.You can only squeeze his hand as it collects yours,”I want you behind me, Jason. I want you.”

Your gaze drops from his as you both remember, face suddenly boiling,”Now can we stop talking about how everyone has a crush on me? Everyone has a crush on Dick, too, but we don’t talk about that.” You joke desperately. They all drop the subject with knowing looks. Behind them, Jason’s hand falls on your lower back. He isn’t done embarrassing the two of you, and returns to it,”What I’m interested in is your sudden interest in my woman, Grayson.” He says daringly.

Your woman?” Dick echoes teasingly, raising his brows. With a glance at you, Jason confirms again,”My woman.”

“I didn’t know you two were…” Dick smirks, trailing off and leaning in as if it would help him gather more information. Dick waits for your answer rather than Jason’s, interrupting your silent pleas for help directed at the others. You cross your arms, laying them over the counter of the kitchen island,”It’s…” You trace Jason’s profile with your eyes, still turned on Dick in challenge,”… complicated.” You admitted quietly.

At this Jason looks at you, eyes alight with something that might be anger and might also be him giving up. Biting his lip, he summons all his courage, twists so he’s facing you fully and bluntly says,”You call kissing me on a rooftop after telling me you want me, “complicated”?” He questions.

Damian shoots up, slamming his fists on the counter and furiously facing you and Todd,”What?!” He shrieks. Dick begins to laugh heartily as the others respond, blurring the room with shouting and laughter. Stephanie begins to shake Tim, while they both scream about how he “was right” and how they “knew it all along”. Barbara is desperately trying to keep in laughter. Cassandra alone remains quiet, eating her cereal and watching the scene play out around a spoonful of Lucky Charms, an amused smile on her face.

Your blush deepens, expression flickering from one emotion to the next with every ensuing reaction. Jason’s angry at himself, at everything, as he tends to overreact and he does just that now. He always imagined after he’d been dead and gone for so long that you’d forgotten him, forgotten what he felt like above you and how much you loved him. Even after life and even after death, Jason remembered how the adoration poured out of him like an infinite mess of emotions and gracelessness. But no, how could you ever forget Jason told?

“Yeah,” You murmur, watching his eyes blink down at yours like you’re the whole world and he has to save you,”… Complicated.”

The cliche-ness of it all is truly astounding, but Jason is too preoccupied with your figure to relate to every man in his situation. You saunter towards them—at least, it looks like a saunter, or maybe a sashay. Either way, you approach him and smile,”I know I said you can stare at me Jason, but buy a girl dinner first.” You joked, making his heart capsize and his knees plan to buckle. His mind begins to wander as do his eyes over that dress.

“I just might, babe,” Jason smirks in response, grappling for the suave composure you usually instill in him as he adjusts his tie. You swat his hands away and fix it properly, pressing it down while simultaneously running your fingers down his chest. It’s been too long since you’ve returned his affections in such an obvious way. Jason feels a frisson roll through him, urging him to scoop your hand in his and raise your knuckles to his lips.

He keeps eye contact as he leans down, the kiss against your skin lasting longer than it should. You lick your lips absent-mindedly, face flushing as you fold your arms. How did one look make you feel so self-conscious? He reminds you of your shared status as best friend with the comment,”You’ll hide by the buffet with me, right? So I don’t have to talk to any of Bruce’s fancy friends?”

You step towards him, glancing around the grandiose event shyly,”I was about to ask you the same thing, Jay. C’mon.” You take Jason’s extended arm tentatively. The other bat boys and girls left behind exchange knowing looks, shaking their heads and muttering under their breaths.

It was in the subtext of the conversation that urges you both to be more daring. Obvious. It was so obvious. It was there, you both knew it, you both felt it. And yet you didn’t reach out or make the move. It’s like you’re dating already, with the little touches Jason leaves on your back and the way you graze his arm. Jason wouldn’t openly call you his girlfriend and vice versa, but it’s there. In a way, you are together, without the labels but with the “I love you”s.

This is proven after you were (reluctantly) pulled into a circle of teenage girls gossiping about the other guests. You just want to go back to Jason, especially because most of the girls are stuck up and rich. Jason’s staring at you wistfully and almost uncomfortably; he’s also been approached by a businessman attempting to get closer to Bruce through his kids. You’re about to make an excuse to leave when a voice perks up and a man elbows his way into the circle,”Um, excuse me, ladies.”

Some of the girls drop into a curtsy with red faces, others stutter and blush. This man makes his way to you, and you pale visibly at the flirtatious look in his eyes. He drops his hand to your back and guides you out of the circle,”You must be Ms. L/N, Bruce Wayne’s protege?” He guesses. He flashes a dazzling smile as you stutter, awkwardly trying to get away,”Yeah, um, that’s me…” He assumes this is you being flustered and his smile extends, thinking he’s winning.

“Well, Ms. L/N, the cameras don’t do your beauty justice.” You guess he’s some kind of royalty judging by the patches on his suit and the looks others are giving you,”You are so much more beautiful than I imagined.” He compliments. Oh, so he’s that kind of royalty.”I’m Prince (Name) of (Country). It is an honor to meet you.”

You breathe a sigh of relief when another hand curves around your waist. Jason doesn’t bother with courtesy, which makes sense for Jason. Bluntly, he pulls you away from the Prince, not breaking eye contact with him as he speaks to you,”Babe, there you are. I was just telling Roy about that one time you sat on my face.” The Prince blushes angrily, suddenly mortified as Jason pulls you away.

“Sat on your face? Really?” You whisper. Jason chuckles in your ear, gently rubbing your back,”He made you uncomfortable, I returned the favor for you.” Jason delivers, glancing back at the blushing prince with a smug expression. Regardless of how he did it, Jason did save you from the situation. Your smile is crooked when you gaze up at him,”Well, thank you, Jason.” You sigh.

Jason kisses the side of your head,”No problem, dove.”

“Did you get me a present?” Jason teases, resting his elbow on the table and cupping his face. You tilt the birthday hat on his head so it’s centered, swiping the cake off his cheek and licking it off your thumb,”Maybe I did.” You retort,”Maybe I didn’t, birthday boy.”

Jason’s eyes dance, reflecting the light like the ocean reflects sunshine. You lean over the table so you’re facing him, crossing your arms and smiling, I know what I got you, and you don’t. Jason gasps in fake hurt, flirtatiously cocking his head to the side,”Did you not get me anything?” He puts his free hand over his heart,”That hurts, dove.”

The others are eating their cake in the dining room, and you hear their laughter echoing as someone makes a joke. Plates clink and cutlery shines. The presents around Jason are piled in an organized fashion, torn wrapping paper is thrown away and gifts aligned in rows. The stars seemed to be aligned, too, if this is really happening.

You play along, pouting in mock-guilt as you swirl your finger around the table in meaningless designs,”I’m really, really sorry, Jay. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You meet his gaze again, and he’s so focused on you that you finally understand. They say that the world will stand still whenever your eyes meet. And it’s true. You’re suspended, floating; you’re the only thing he finds interesting in this room, the only thing he wouldn’t dare tear away from.

Jason licks his lips. He looks skyward, humming as he tries to come up with a solution… like he hasn’t already. He perks up, leaning closer to you,”Oh… I think I have something you could do to make me feel better, dove.” You want to hear him say it, you want him to say those words that he said that night when everything felt alright. Because when he says those two words, everything does feel right. It makes everything alright.

“What can I do, Jason?” You lean closer, your hand flattening against the table’s surface. The nickname still gets you, it still makes your heart pound. You know that he knows what he does to you when he says that name, because the smile finally reaches his eyes and lights them with mischief.

I think you know,” Jason says daringly. He’s really dragging this out. But every moment only builds the meter you’ve created, rising every time his hand touches your waist and he calls you that name. It rises every time you call him after a nightmare and when you embrace him after knowing he’s safe. Jason Todd is your ideal, and the moment you’ve dreamt of since he came back is here.

“No, no…” You shake your head minimally, not breaking the staring contest you’ve entered and never want to leave,”I don’t think I do know, Jay.” His hand rests over yours, and you’re so close now his nose is skirting against your cheek.”What can I do, Jason?” You whisper in his ear.

Jason grins, and the action is so him it hurts to breathe. That mischievous smile before you broke into action together, when you hug him and tell him how much you missed him, the part of him that’s still the reckless Robin you fell in love with coming back into the light. You both pause, letting the breath hang there and the ambiance conquer you and then blur before your lives change. Jason’s done with playing coy, and so are you.

“Kiss me.” He pleads softly, with the passion of a thousand warriors fighting for their home, voiced at the level at which a butterfly’s wing flutters.

And then the boundary of the table is gone and Jason is kissing you and you’re kissing Jason. His lips are everything you’ve ever liked, blurred into an action and one motion. He’s everything you’ve ever loved. His hair is silk between your fingers as nothing folds into everything. The heat of his breath against your cheek, his nose pressing into yours, his tongue rolling along your bottom lip. It’s everything. He’s everything.

“It’s not that far of a fall, Y/N. But really, you don’t need to worry. I’ll catch you.”

“Jason, it’s okay to cry when you’re with me. Crying isn’t a weakness, it’s just a way to get rid of all your negative emotions, so it’s okay to cry. We’ll cry together, my sweet Robin.”

“He’s right. I do follow you around, I do look at you in ways I shouldn’t,”

“I want you behind me, Jason. I want you.”

My girl.”

“I adore you…. I think I even love you, Robin.”

“I know I love you, dove.”

“I don’t care about what they say about you, Jason, you’re perfect.”

“Kiss me.”

You part barely far enough to be appropriate, cheeks aching from smiling and lips swollen from the best kiss of your lives. Taking heavy breaths, you smooth Jason hair back into place, and he caresses your cheek with his thumb. He’s still beaming when he says,”I love you, dove.”

You cup his neck, planting a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth,”And I love you, my sweet Robin.”

Jason blinks slowly, the blush on his face reddening as his eyes darken,”I don’t think that made up for you not getting me something on my birthday.” Gaze half lidded and smirk intact he adds,”But I think I know something else we can do that will definitely make me feel better.” He teases.

You slap his arm and let out a cry of outrage, and Jason starts laughing hysterically.”Shut up!” You yelled over Jason’s cackling. He settles, giggling,”You know you want to, babe.” Seeing the look on your face, Jason makes a mad dash for the door, laughing his ass off as you begin to chase after him.

“Get BACK here, TODD!”

Silly Heart

 Requested by @demonsunshine Imagine being really artistic and good at it. Eric finding out about this (because you are really shy about this skill) by busting you drawing somewhere you shouldn’t be at night. He has been giving you really hard times (feelings he can’t handle) and the make things worse, you were just finishing a portrait of your trainer/crush.  

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader

 Word count: 675

 Part 2

 The training room is peaceful now. The only light comes from your tiny flashlight, the one you bought so you can draw in the dark. On a week you’ll finally know if you made it into Dauntless. You have a good position, so you don’t need to feel nervous about it.

 Your drawing is almost done. Nobody knows about it, not here. You’ve been drawing him for a few days since you don’t have much time. Eric’s blue eyes are looking away like he always does whenever you look at him. Even on the paper, he’s handsome face takes your breath away. Giving it the last touch, you just stare at it, your fingers caressing his cheek.

 “What are you doing here, initiate?” His voice makes you jump, turn off the flashlight and hide the draw behind your back like a small kid. Eric raises an eyebrow, taking the flashlight from your hand. “Answer me.”

 “I-I was just…”

 “What are you hiding?” With a quick move, Eric takes the paper you’ve been trying to hide. You try to fight and take it back, but it’s useless and two seconds later he’s staring at your drawing of him.

 Eric remains silent and that’s weird. Since the first day, the man has his eyes on you. No matter how good you are, he’ll always find a flaw on your moves so he can yell at you. The initiates are used to it, but it’s different with you. Eric is extra mean, his voice always cold and his eyes… oh my, those eyes. You could never draw them perfectly, it’s just impossible. Now, ignoring this dangerous situation, you stare into his eyes while he stares to your draw. How can you even think about him like that when everything he does is make your initiation a living hell? See? This is a very good question. Yet, you can’t control your silly heart.

 “I didn’t know you could draw.”

 “Nobody does.” You mutter, finally being able to look away from him. “I’m so sorry for this situation. But it’s just like you always say, I’m an idiot. I’ll go back to the dormitory and…”

 “I’ll keep this.” Eric folds the paper and puts it in his pocket before turning away from you.

 “No!” You run until you’re right in front of him, your hands on his chest. “I’m sorry, okay? Just… just let it go and give me my drawing back.” You speak too fast, scared of his reaction. Eric should yell at you for being out here so late and then for making a drawing of him. But instead, he wants to keep it? It doesn’t make any sense and you’re just about to beg or fight him or take the paper and run as fast as you can.

 “No. Your drawing is good and I want to keep it.”

 There’s something wrong in his voice. Eric isn’t angry, or pissed, or mad. He’s just…

 “Is it the real you?” You ask, looking into his beautiful eyes, now locked on yours.

 “What do you mean, initiate?”

 “The real Eric? Not the instructor or the leader, but the person.” Scared that he may put on his mask again, you step closer, trying to see his face through the dim light. “Please, tell me this is who you are.”

 “Do you want to know who I am? Then fight hard. Make it into Dauntless and I won’t have to keep pretending I don’t want to get to know you too.”

 With those words, Eric walks away, leaving you there, all alone, with your heart beating against your chest.

 Did he mean it? Would he actually want to know you? You? The girl who’s never good enough for this faction?

 Maybe Eric’s plan is to push you until you break… or maybe his plan is to make you stronger. You hope it is the second option. Taking a deep breath, you slowly walk back to your dormitory, so happy that it feels like your silly heart it going to blow up.


happy valentine’s day mothafuckas ;)

  • i love jeon jungkook are u bitches ready
  • you first met jungkook when you heard the sound of a moving truck beep its way into the driveway next to yours 
  • now u were always a child of adventure 
  • ur parents worked a lot so it was basically u at home with ur grandparents and they were the most chill motherfuckers on the face of the planet
  • and the front door of ur house always seems to be unlocked so u were the poster boy/gal of “adventure is out there!!!”
  • cue me ugly crying that movie kills m e 
  • u loved the outdoors and being adventurous 
  • u were so tomboy and reckless it was hilarious
  • u drove every single member of ur family insane 
  • they got called into school one time to u staring at the ground in the principal’s office next to a kid with a missing tooth and bloody nose 
  • “he tried to hug me” 
  • to summarize, u loved causing trouble, but have fun in the midst! 
  • and yes, meeting new ppl!!
  • and at dinner, u would hear ur grandpops and grandma talking abt the couple moving in next door 
  • and how they have also have a 6!! year!! old!! son!!
  • and u could barely keep ur head on the pillow that night bc omg! you can’t wait to have a new friend the same age as u! 
  • so on that beautiful sunny saturday morning, at exactly 7am sharp, with ur scabby knees, bruised legs, ripped shorts, mismatched socks, run-down light up sneakers, and ur older brother’s hand-me-down power rangers sweatshirt, you marched on over to the driveway to meet your new best friend
  • and u see a middle aged man and a beautiful woman trying to carry in a couple boxes together and u guessed those were the parents 
  • and as u were marvelling at how pretty they were, “man, if they look that good, how good does their son loo–”
  • u have no idea what came over u but u almost tripped over the tall weeds trying to get into the truck and find the source of the voice 
  • you went straight to the yellow, flower-y sofa resting in the middle of the truck, with little boy limbs sticking out from under the cushions
  • u ran up and ripped them away and low and behold, u laid ur eyes on the most beautiful 6 year old there ever was 
  • and from then on, ur heart decided to plant its FUCKING BOTTOM with jungkook forever
  • from the first day he met u he literally believed u were the weirdest person he’s ever met 
  • but without a doubt, you became childhood friends 
  • like best friends
  • u saw him naked for the first time when u were 8 and just bursted into his shower at like 8am in the morning 
  • “omg it’s so smALL?”
  • he didn’t speak to you for two weeks after that 
  • your grandparents would always have him over for dinner 
  • you guys played make believe together and took naps in ur power ranger blanket together 
  • but it’s also a lot of bullying 
  • taking turns making ugly faces, whoever laughs first has to go and tell ur grandma they pooped their pants and needs help changing it 
  • “accidentally” slapping each other SUPER hard in the face
  • “you had a fly on ur cheek sorry!! couldn’t help it!!”
  • literally the purest and most innocent friendship ever ever ever 
  • everyday in first grade, when you had reading time, he would be in the seat behind you and fold a tiny little paper plane with a sticky note and throw it at you 
  • would keep folding them and throwing it at you until you noticed and turned around and yelled at him and got in trouble by your student teacher 
  • “i hate u jeon jungkook” 
  • you didn’t really
  • but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time he kept doing it that you realized there was a message on each of them 
  • and they weren’t really anything cute
  • they were just like 
  • “hey notice me”
  • “your hair looks greasy from the back” 
  • “what book are you reading”
  • “don’t ignore me”
  • “am i being annoying?”
  • “yea? good.”
  • but your favourite was
  • “i’m glad you’re in my class” 
  • because he would rarely ever show affection to you because your relationship was made up a lot of the “we don’t need to say anything to know it”, meaning you never needed to straight out express your gratitude to each other for the other to know that you’re appreciated 
  • main point is you grew up together 
  • however, after like the fourth grade
  • you both somehow decided that you were too cool for each other despite the fact that your crush on him was still there 
  • there was something so mesmerizing about the fact that 
  • he never truly ever demeaned you as a person??? like yes he was a tease and you guys always did those things to each other
  • but for a kid, he was always somewhat of a gentleman and would never make fun of you to deliberately hurt your feelings 
  • unfortunately doe, in middle school, your group of friends completely changed
  • and although you guys sort of had the same status in school of being popular but very, very laidback, and your groups of friends acquainted with one another, your interactions would be saying hi, making small talk when you were with a handful of other people and smiling at each other as you pass by the halls 
  • back then, you would walk home together every single day and spend time doing homework in the bedroom of one of you two 
  • but as the grades went on and the workload increased, you found music and student council and volleyball whereas he found track and basketball and dance
  • his family went through troubles and he found it difficult to talk to people at times 
  • and you were so busy with finding a job and saving up for post-secondary that you spent after school with your clubs or in the library studying
  • timing and interests for you guys were extremely unparalleled and eventually, things just grew apart before high school began 
  • and oh dear
  • high school
  • periods? check. acne? check. hormones? check. grOWTH SPURTS? check.
  • now, reader, entering high school, you only had one rule: forget. about. jeon. jungkook.
  • and it wasn’t like he was being a dick or anything to you, you just didn’t find any way that you guys would work out anymore
  • despite being best friends and literally showering together when you were 7 and your parents are best friends, you just never ever have proper conversations anymore, and things just naturally got awkward
  • and also life lesson for u guys omg so philosophical what it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you guys just happened to no longer have the same interests or the time to notice each other anymore - people drift apart. it happens. 
  • and you were so okay with coming to terms with that 
  • until
  • “oh my gosh is that jeon jungkook?”
  • “he… grew muscles?”
  • “giRL HIS HAIR”
  • “puberty hit him like a freight train???”
  • the morning of sophomore year, after a whole first year of properly avoiding him and being absolutely sure that he wasn’t going to get hot (jungkook is juST A LATE BLOOMER OK LEAVE HIM ALONE), you turned your head to the front doors and felt the wind get knocked out of you 
  • bc walking in with his friends, with the school uniform seemingly perfectly snug and hugging every one of his curves
  • was jungkook
  • and for some reason
  • yes he looked more mature and yes he got fucking MANLIER
  • but you were instantly reminded of something that clicked in you when you saw that 6 year old boy stuck in the sofa on the very first day he moved in next to you
  • was it that innocence? was it the charm? was it the hair-swept-away-from-face thing? you diDN’T KNOW 
  • but girl you were gone again 
  • and listen 
  • you dated people in freshman year and guys liked you, but you were never the type to chase or to fawn
  • you were just different from other girls like you would much rather be the type to be the one playing ball than the one in a miniskirt cheering on the team on the sidelines
  • that’s just who you are, heck you fucking punched a dude that wanted to hug you and say thank you, broke his nose and chipped his tooth like kk y/n
  • it was just difficult for you to grasp feelings, truly, but for some reason, this guy has just got you so weak???
  • and for some other reason, jungkook and the reminder and memories of you guys as kids just hits you like a truck and you’re already head over heels once again
  • and you go into first period to shake off the thought of him but ofc!!! he’s!!!! in!!!! ur!!! first!! period!!! literature!!! ihml!!!
  • so you take the seat diagonally in the front of him to make sure you don’t get sidetracked in ur favourite class and drool at him the entire time
  • oNE DAY
  • you were taking notes from the board, analyzing and reviewing the literary device and short stories before delving into the actual stuff in literature when you dropped your pencil and leaned down to grab it 
  • when you saw an arm reach down first 
  • and hand it to you 
  • you looked up 
  • and you guessed it 
  • biTCH IT WAS JUNGKOOK AND he had such a warm and friendly smile 
  • and you could barely say anything 
  • because on one hand you were like oh i’m glad he still remembers who i am??? like ffs? but your other side is like oh my god oh my god oh my god 
  • so weeks go by and every single day you feel such a burning sensation at the back of ur neck like fufufufuffufufu he’s RIGHT THERE
  • and jungkook isn’t that type to be extremely boisterous and loud and obnoxious even if he’s hot shit 
  • so you weren’t worried about him bothering you whatsoever after that like that was a fluke, he was being nice, whatever, it’s done 
  • a couple weeks go by and you’re starting to feel better now, thinking you’ve got this crush thing under control
  • until
  • silent reading time 
  • you were just assigned a new book by your favourite author! and you couldn’t wait to begin the book reports on these 
  • so you dove into the world of fire-breathing dragons and mystical knights and creatures beyond reality
  • when you felt a poke on your neck
  • and you had no idea what it was? you were so engulfed in the story that you just scratched and left it, not thinking twice
  • and then you felt it again
  • it took you a second, but it hit you
  • and it hit you hard
  • you turned your head around slowly and your heart was beating so fast
  • your eyes fall on a small pink sticky note, folded into a plane, dropped on your shoulder
  • so you open it, careful to make no noise in the silent classroom
  • and on the single sticky note it read:
  • “it’s good to see you again. i’m so so glad you’re in my class.”
  • you sneak a tiny glance back at the boy behind you, your face flushing with heat and memories 
  • and from behind his book, he looks up and gives you the tiniest, warmest smile you’ve ever received 
  • you folded the paper once more and fit it in your pocket and returned to your dragons and knights and witches, all the while smiling like a fool to yourself because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t really drift apart that much at all 

hi guys!! so sorry for the late update, hope you enjoy thisssss:)

also side note: just because it’s valentine’s day (i mean i dont celebrate this) doesnt mean that you need a significant other! buy yourself some hershey’s, make some tea, snuggle up with a teddy bear and a blanket, and switch on some netflix. today is any other day, so don’t demean yourself and your experience with this day because of your status! 

alsoooo don’t wanna get a little preachy but, in this au i kind of hint at the fact that the y/n or reader is someone very tomboyish and doesn’t really seem to find herself chasing after boys. in no way am i trying to vocalize the fact that just because you’re of a certain nature, your personality towards boys reflects that. this is just a fictional work of how one might feel (presumably me lolz) when realizing feelings for someone they truly loved at one point. just because a woman who is normally tougher on the exterior has a sudden soft spot for a boy does not indicate that she’s lost sense of herself or that she succumbs to a boy. just because a woman is a certain way because of a boy that makes her feel different doesn’t mean she is any less of a woman herself. everyone is obligatory to their feelings, and how women choose to express themselves sexually or emotionally to a man they love is their own personal choice as long as they are within consent and are safe. everyone’s decisions and behaviours in love are consensual and their own - that does not demean them as a feminist in any way, shape or form. remember that. 

have fun, y’all, uSE PROTECTION, and i love u!!!


About an hour straight through. 

I finally have functional dressers! The grey hold shirts and pants, and the clear have undergarments, socks and pajamas. I couldn’t keep folded clothes organized in those deep drawers at all, but they’re perfectly functional now! Workout clothes and accessories in the bins above, sweaters in the one on the seasonal chest. With this Smarch weather changing its mind everyday I havent fully switched my seasonal clothes yet, so this is about as full as it’s gonna be. The additional drawers were $40 total, so this was a fairly inexpensive make over! 


Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Baekhyun/Reader

Summary: How easily does true love disappear?

First Day 

“…. which would then make the initial velocity 40 meters per second, at theta equals 30 degrees…” Your physics professor rambles on and on, scribbling diagrams here and there on the smart-board. You sit all the way back in the lecture hall, avoiding the cluster of future Issac Newtons up ahead. Your empty notebook is withering away on the desk. 

The doors behind you open, and a boy sneaks in, slowly shutting the door as it creaks. You check the time on your phone and try not to give him a judgmental look when he settles down next to you. How is he 45 minutes late? He might as well have stayed home… You try to mind your own business and stare at your blank notebook. 

Well into the lessons, you feel a tap on your lower arm. 

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One Last Time - Fred Weasley

This was suppose to be the gift for me reaching 2,000 followers, but I’m almost to 3,000 now. Sorry this took so long! Warning: Smut.

Fred’s lips were soft on yours, only pulling away to gasp for air before returning. Fred had brought you into this hidden passage to discuss something, but with his body pressed up against yours and his tongue in your mouth, you forgot to ask. 

Lately, the only time you actually got to be together was in abandoned classrooms and empty hallways, what with Umbridge’s new rules. Fred’s hand began sliding up your sweater when you heard steps from the other side of the hallway.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing your hand and ripping open the drapery, leading back into the busy hallway. You fixed your ruffled hair and followed Fred down the steps. 

“Freddie.” He stopped and you touched the back of his shirt, tucking it back into his pants. He smirked at you and you touched his ass briefly, giving him a wink. “Wouldn’t want Umbridge to think we were up to something.”

“Right you are.” You smiled and fought of the urge to bring your lips back to his. 

“Hey!” You looked up the staircase and saw George strutting down towards the two of you. “I thought you two were talking in the secret passage near Transfigurations. I set off an explosion on the third floor bathrooms to give you two some time.”

“And I love you for it,” Fred said, patting George’s arm. “But there was someone coming down the hall so we didn’t get much alone time.”

“We didn’t have any time to talk,” you said, grinning over at Fred. George smirked and rolled his eyes.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to talk then,” he said, glancing over at Fred. Fred nodded, answering his unspoken question. George walked back upstairs while Fred took your hand again.

He led you down two flights of stairs, ignoring the questions you kept asking him. He opened a door and led you all the way down the corridor, and through one more hallway before he stopped in a room filled with suits of armor. 

“Fred, what’s going on?” you asked as he sat you down on a bench. He let out a sigh and took your hand in his. “Freddie, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry. There’s just something I want to tell you, but I don’t know how.”

“Okay, that doesn’t make me feel any better.” He squeezed your palm and cleared his throat.

“You know this summer when mum found out about Weasley Wizard Wheezes?” You nodded. “And you know we’ve been selling some of our stuff around school.”


“Okay, when Harry won the Triwizard tournament, he gave his winnings to George and I. So we could start Weasley Wizard Wheezes.” You searched his face, and could see how concerned he was. You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it.

“Okay. So what are you so nervous about?”

“Y/N, George and I are leaving.”

“Leaving? Leaving school, you mean?”

“Yes, we have enough to set up Weasley Wizard Wheezes and there’s nothing keeping us here.” You folded your lips and Fred squeezed your hand. “Except you.”

“This is our last year, can’t you just wait until then?”

“Umbridge is making Hogwarts a living hell for us. We don’t really see the point in staying until the end of term.”

“Your mother is going to kill you.” Fred laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, but I can handle her. I’m worried about you.”

“Well I’m not gonna kill you. But I don’t want you to leave. Please stay, I love you.” Fred wrapped his arms around you, and held you against his chest. 

“I love you, too. Which is why I planned the perfect last date for us.” You sighed and pulled away from him. 

“So you’ve already made up your mind.” 


“Then this better be a damn good date.” Fred smirked and kissed you.

“It will be, I promise.”

You stepped out of your common room and started walking when you felt someone grab your hand. You gasped and the hand went over your mouth.

“I’ll let go but we have to be quiet,” Fred whispered in your ear. Giggling, you nodded your head and he let go. You spun around and pressed a kiss to Fred’s lips, leaning up against him. 

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a secret,” he whispered. He took your hand in his and led you out onto the staircase. He ran you down two flights of stairs, pulling you into a secret passageway behind a painting when Mrs. Norris came climbing up the steps. 


“Shh,” he said before you could ask. He peaked his head out of the picture frame and continued up flights of stairs. Twice you had to hide behind a suit of armor to hide from Filch and Umbridge.

Finally, he latched open the door to the astronomy tower, and the two of you were alone. You grabbed onto his face and kissed him. He pulled away with a groan and smiled at you, his eyes and teeth glowing in the moonlight.

“Wait. I have something to show you still.” You sighed and pecked his lips once more, taking his hand in yours. Up the spiral staircase the two of you went, until he opened the door to the Divination classroom. 

The room was draped in its usual scarves and curtains of thick material and rich color. He had set up the crystal balls on each table, and they were each filled with white smoke. There was a pile of blankets and pillows in the center of the room, the moonlight shining enough light on it. 

“Fred.” You took his arm and pulled him close to you. His hands were resting on your jaw, kissing you passionately. He backed you up, and you stopped just in front of the pillow pile. 

“This is a very good date,” you said, lying down in the pile. He grinned and laid down next to you, kissing you again. You tugged on the collar of his sweater and he laughed, pushing your hands away.

“No, there’s more.” You let out a sigh and licked your swollen lips. He beamed and pulled out his wand, waving it around. There was a small clatter across the room and a tray of deserts came flying towards you, setting down in between the both of you.

“You stole these from the kitchens didn’t you?” Fred chuckled and sat up.

“No. I asked one of the house elves if I could have it. But when he said no, I stole them when no one was looking.” You giggled and reached for a pumpkin pasty. 

“Ya know what would make this date even better?” you said with a curl of your lips. He rested his hand behind you so he was only an inch away from you.

“What’s that?”

“If you stayed.” Fred let out a sigh and dropped his head on your shoulder, kissing you tenderly. 

“Please don’t ask me to do that.” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Can you promise me something then?” you asked after a minute of silence. He lifted his head and nodded. 

“You’re still gonna wait for me, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when you start up your company, and Weasley Wizard Wheezes becomes famous, you won’t forget me. You won’t run off with one of the girls that fall in love with your fame.” 

“I could never forget you, Y/N.” He pushed the food over to one of the tables and rolled on top of you. “I love you.” You kissed him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. 

“I love you, too,” you said breathlessly. Fred only let you pull away for a second before bringing his lips back to yours. He ran his hands through your hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

Fred’s tongue explored your mouth as your hands explored his chest. His kisses were desperate and heated, he would pull on your lips and your teeth would knock together.

You began pulling on the hem of his blue sweater, but he took his hands out of your hair to stop you. You whined into his kiss and he laughed. 

“This is your date,” he said. You raised an eyebrow and he pulled on your sweater. You lifted your arms and he tugged it off. His hands were cold on your waist as you pulled him back to your lips. 

You slipped your tongue into his mouth as his hand slipped under the band of our bra. You moaned at the contact and Fred bit your lip in response. He kissed up your jaw all the way to your ear, nibbling on it.

In a swift motion, Fred unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. You grabbed onto his shirt and ripped it off over his red hair. His bare chest met yours as he started to kiss down your neck.

Fred smiled against your skin and his lips traveled down your neck and onto your chest. You clawed at his back as he kissed your breast, his hand massaging and pulling at the other. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to be as close as the two of you could be. He moved from your breasts and brought his lips back to yours, his hands sliding down your waist. 

He unbuttoned your jeans and you kicked them off, never leaving his lips. One of his hands moved in between your legs, fingering you through your underwear. He pushed them to the side and stuck one finger inside of you, smiling as you moaned. 

His finger worked expertly inside you, so much so that you couldn’t continue to kiss Fred for the moans coming from you. You felt a tightening in your lower stomach as he slid two fingers inside of you.

“Fred,” you gasped, pulling a handful of his red hair. 

“Wait, babe,” he said, winking up at you. You let out a breath as Fred’s lips moved between your thighs. He licked inside of you, and you were close until your heard a noise. You shot up and Fred looked at you in concern.

“Y/N, what is it?” he asked in concern. Your hand touched his neck and smiled at him.

“I think I heard something,” you said, reaching for your top. Fred turned towards the door as light shone through. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, reaching for your jeans and his sweater. 

“That’s what I was planning on,” you whispered, running for cover. He led you up the upper staircase of the classroom and waited on top of the bridge above the exit. 

You threw back on your shirt and were tugging on your jeans as Umbridge walked into the room. Fred looked over at you nervously. Public displays of affection were banned, and you were sure shagging would be a much worse ordeal. 

“Hello?” she squeaked, stepping into the room. You noticed she left the door open and nodded towards it. Fred shook his head but you were already halfway over the railing. You waited until she was fully in the room to jump. 

You froze afterwards, watching to see if she turned. When she didn’t you motioned for Fred to join you. He jumped reluctantly and the two of you ran out the door as Umbridge turned. 

You raced down the steps as you heard the clicking of her heels exiting the classroom. He pulled you into a secret passageway at the end of the staircase. You didn’t stop running until you opened the door at the other end of the hallway and appeared outside of the Ravenclaw common room.

“That was close,” he panted.

“Yeah, too close. I left my bra in the tower.” Fred grimaced and leaned against the wall.

“I’ll go back and get it.”

“Don’t. I never really liked that one anyway.” Fred smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed him softly.

“Good, neither did I.” You laughed and Fred ran his hands through your hair. “We left all of our stuff back in the classroom.”

“Whatever. We still have a date to finish,” you said. 

“And nowhere to go.” You tilted your head and smirked at him. “What?”

“Not nowhere.” You laced your hand in his and led him down the hallway. You threw open a tapestry, revealing a door. Fred raised an eyebrow at you and smiled.

“I knew I loved you for a reason.” You smiled and turned towards the door.

“Mummified shrew,” you said and the door swung open. Following Fred, you closed the door behind you to the Ravenclaw prefect’s bathroom. 

“Wha- How did you-”

“Ravenclaws aren’t always as smart as they seem. I heard one of the prefects bragging about the bathroom and he let the password slip.” Fred walked towards you and kissed you backing you up against the cool marble wall.

“I love you.”

He pulled your top off again, quicker than before. He slipped his off as you puled him down on the floor with you. Your kisses were heated and passionate as you unbuckled his jeans. 

Fred was already hard against you as you pulled off your jeans and threw your underwear across the room. Fred threw off his boxers, too and brought his lips back to yours. 

Your kisses slowed down, as the two of you tasted each other for what felt like the last time. Fred kissed down your neck and you ran your hands through his hair. He hovered above you, looking into your eyes.

You nodded and he slid inside of you. Gasping, you adjusting around him before Fred began moving inside of you rhythmically. He brought his chest down against yours as he continued thrusting inside of you. 

You were glad you were alone because there was no way you could silence your moans. Fred was working more than he ever had, and was pulling out all of his tricks.

He moved inside of you and you could hardly wait any longer. The feeling from before returned in the pit of your stomach, and you clawed at Fred’s back. He grinned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, needing to have him closer. 

“Fred,” you gasped. He nodded and kissed your shoulder.

“Me too,” he moaned. He quicken his movements as he continuously pounded into the spot he knew made you go weak at the knees. Your legs buckled around Fred as you got your release. 

You moaned loudly as Fred continued his thrusts until he came inside of you. He pulled out slowly and rolled over to lay beside you. The two of you lay there together, holding hands as you regained your breathing. 

Rolling over, you kissed his shoulder and rested your head against it. He snaked his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. 

“Have you been practicing without me?” you asked, looking up at him. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him. 

“Never.” You sat up and looked around the room. Standing, you walked across the marble floor and grabbed one of the over sized towels. You threw it over Fred as you laid down with him. 

“I love you,” you said, staring into his brown eyes. He wrapped his arms around you again and kissed the tip of your nose.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t either, but I know you have to.”

“I love you so much.” He leaned down and kissed you again before resting his head on your chest. You ran your hands through his hair and sighed.

“We’re so gonna get caught.”

“Hm? Why is that?” Fred mumbled, sleep already crossing his mind.

“We left the Divination room filled with the stuff from our date.” He glanced up at you and smiled.

“I don’t care. I’ll take any punishment for this time with you.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The 11 Beginner Yoga Poses Everyone Pretends To Know (But May Be Doing Wrong)

1. Mountain Pose (Tadasana)

Stand tall, spine straight with feet parallel and big toes touching. Look straight ahead.

Common mistakes: The ribs and butt should not stick out too far. Try to keep your spine, from the top of your head to your tailbone, in one straight line.

Sochocki says: “Unlike regular standing, here you stand with a purpose, feeling the four corners of your feet, lifting up the knee caps, engaging the legs, drawing the the tailbone down and lifting the belly button in and up. Soften the shoulders down the back and turn the palms to face forward, imagine you have heavy rocks in your hands. Look straight ahead and feel the power of the Mountain!”

2. Chair Pose (Utkatasana)

Knees bent over the ankles, thighs as parallel to the floor as possible. Torso should form a right angle over your thighs. Move the feet closer together for a more advanced pose. Inhale as you raise your hands up.

Common mistakes: Knees should not go past the toes.

Sochocki says: “Place more weight over the heels to pull the knees away from hovering over the toes.”

3. Forward Fold (Uttanasana)

Start in mountain pose. Hinge from the hips on an exhale and fold over forward, keeping the spine as straight as possible. Let the head hang heavy, and relax the jaw. Keep feet hip-width apart for beginners or touching for intermediate/advanced students.

Common mistakes: A straight spine is more important than having straight legs. Bend your knees as much as needed to keep a straight spine with your chest touching your thighs.

Sochocki says: “Consistency in yoga is important and over time, the back of the legs will open in forward fold. Keep the knees soft, and don’t lock them.”

4. Downward-facing Dog (Adho Mukha Svanasana)

From plank position, with your feet hip-width apart and hands shoulder-width apart, lift your hips toward the ceiling on an exhale until your body makes an inverted “V.” Eyes are looking between the legs or toward the belly. Pull the belly and ribs in.

Common mistakes: People with tight hamstrings and calves tend to form boxy poses. To correct this, bend the knees more, and draw the chest toward the tops of the thighs, pressing your hands firmly against the floor to pull the hips back.

Sochocki says: “It is more important to keep your back straight and less important to keep the legs straight.” You shouldn’t be afraid to bend the knees or lift the heels if needed. “Imagine that you are a fish and you’ve been hooked at the tailbone and are being pulled back to the boat. This will help lift the hips back and up.”

5. Warrior One (Virabhadrasana 1)

From downward-facing dog, step your right foot forward between your hands, turn your left heel in, and raise your torso and arms up on an inhale. The front foot’s heel should line up with the back foot’s arch, with the front of the knee directly over the ankle. Face both hips forward, draw the tailbone down, and pull the ribs in. Repeat pose on the opposite side of the body.

Common mistakes: The back hip should be facing forward and not outward, and the back foot should be closer to a 45-degree angle, not a 90-degree angle.

Sochocki says: “Imagine both your hips are headlights. You want both headlights facing forward.”

6. Warrior Two (Virabhadrasana 2)

Similar to warrior one, but with arms stretched out in opposite directions, parallel to the floor and in line with the shoulders. Raise arms and torso on an inhale. Back foot should be at a 90-degree angle, and front thigh should be parallel to the floor, with the front of the knee directly over the ankle. Eyes should look out over middle finger. Repeat pose on the opposite side of the body.

Common mistakes: The butt or belly should not stick out, and there should be no arch in the lower back. Foot alignment is also often wrong. Make sure that your front foot’s heel aligns with the back foot’s arch.

Sochocki says: “Imagine you are spreading your mat apart. To align your hips, place your hands on your hips to make sure you’re not leaning too much on one hip.”

7. Triangle Pose (Trikonasana)

Step feet wide apart, creating a triangle from your feet to your pelvic bone. Start with turning one foot out by 90 degrees and the other inward by 15 degrees. Stretch arms out in line with the shoulders, and, on an exhale, rotate torso toward the outward-turned foot. Fingers should touch the shin for beginners or slightly touch the floor for advanced. The other arm should be reaching up with eyes looking at the raised hand, neck kept long and away from the shoulders. Shoulders and arms should form one line.

Common mistakes: The front hip should not jut out, and the back hip should not drop down.

Sochocki says: “To ensure good alignment, go into the pose very slowly.”

8. Child’s Pose (Balasana)

Child’s pose is a pose of surrender. Starting from a kneeling position, with toes touching and knees as wide as the shoulders, draw your hips down to your heels as your arms extend forward on the floor and your forehead lowers to the ground. Close your eyes and let your forehead rest on the ground. Breathe in whichever manner is comfortable to you.

Sochocki says: “There is no wrong way to do Child’s Pose. However, if you have tight hips, it can be helpful to place a blanket or pillow between your hips and heels and a block for your forehead.”

9. Baby Cobra (Ardha Bhujangasana)

This pose is done on the belly, with the pubic bone and the tops of the feet pressing into the ground. Feet are as wide as the hips and straight back. Hands are resting beside the rib cage, and elbows are squeezed back, reaching toward one another. Using the strength in the lower lumbar spine, peel the chest and upper ribs off the floor. Lift up on an inhale, take a few breaths, and lower down on an exhale.

Common mistakes: Hands should not be in front of the shoulders, and the shoulders should not be by the ears. To correct this form, draw the shoulders down the back, and pull the shoulders away from the ears.

Sochocki says: Your elbows should be at a 45 degree angle and you should use your lower back – with minimal push from your hands – to pull your torso off the floor.

10. Seated Twist with Leg Extended (Marichyasana)

The seated spinal twist neutralizes the spine. Start from a seated position, with butt on the ground and both legs parallel in front of you. Extend your left leg straight out, and flex the foot. Bend your right knee, and cross your right foot over the extended left leg. Left elbow pushes against the outside of the right knee, and right hand is placed on the floor on the right side of the body. Right hand should be planted behind the right side of the spine, supporting it. Look over the shoulder or as far as the neck allows. Repeat pose on the opposite side of the body.

Common mistakes: Do not round your back. Lengthen your spine by lifting your back up. Make sure your back hand is helping you life the spine up.

Sochocki says: “Exhale as you twist your spine. Inhale to create the space [in your torso] and the exhale will move you deeper into the space you’ve created.”

11. Upward-facing Dog* (Urdhva Mukha Svanasana)

From the plank position, with feet hip-width apart and arms shoulder-width apart, exhale and use your arms to slowly lower your body down until your elbows form a 90-degree angle. Use your toes to tilt your body forward and roll over your toes so the tops of your feet are flat on the ground. On an inhale, straighten your elbows so your entire torso, knees and thighs are lifted from the ground. Your hands and feet should be the only parts of your body touching the ground. Look slightly upward, past the tip of the nose. Exit the pose on an exhale.

Common mistakes: “I most commonly see students go into this pose before their back is ready for it. You can tell when their shoulders are high and near the ears. I recommend that beginners start with a cobra pose, closer to the floor. Cobra has little to no weight in the hands and will slowly build up the strength in the back.”

Sochocki says: “For those who are determined to master the up dog, make sure you press firmly down with the feet and keep drawing the chest through the arms. Lift from the center of the heart while pulling your shoulders down your back.”

Source: The Huffington Post |  By Carla Herreria

Videos: Yoga for Beginners also Yoga with Adrienne 30 day challenge