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Sometimes I forget that most people probably don’t connect their computers to their TV. Like, I can put my German DVDs in my computer and watch them on the large screen even though my DVD player won’t accept non American DVDs.

And I mean…

Why wouldn’t you want to watch vine compilations on a large screen? Look what I can do.

Look at me writing this very tumblr post on a 43 inch screen I love doing this.

My YouTube small screen is bigger than the actual laptop screen.

It works for reading Wikipedia articles too.

And pictures of pasta. Look at that pasta. It’s huge.

And…

A relatable post on my tumblr feed. HDMI cables are magical.

me as kid: magical girls are pretty and good! They look cute and fight evil!

Teen Years: the magical girl genre is stupid and pointless, the characters are flat, girly and solve everything with “heart.” I don’t know I wasn’t just watching DBZ or something the whole time

me now: magical girls are pretty and good! (And continue to be a genre that largely focuses on depicting healthy female friendship and empowering young protagonists to overcome obstacles through their own abilities- whether it be kindness or compassion; there are usually many girls that are depicted as important and varied- something you won’t see in other TV) They look cute and fight evil!

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‘American Gods’ Review: Starz’s Adaptation Of Neil Gaiman Novel Simply Divine
By Dominic Patten

Starz’s cunning adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s novel American Gods may be the most ambitious and successful series the premium cabler has launched since it hit the reset button a few years back.

The eight-episode series executive produced by Bryan Fuller and Michael Green that debuts April 30 is do-not-miss television lived large on the big-picture topics and themes of our time as old-world deities and new-world manifestations spar and war across the American cultural tundra. Updated to 2017 from the 2001 publication of Gaiman’s cinematic yet seemingly unfilmable book, this Gods soars where the likes of David Cronenberg’s 1991 Naked Lunch adaptation sank, unveiling a challenging and exceptional result.

In fact, led by Ian McShane and a career-redefining performance from Ricky Whittle, American Gods may also be the best thing Fuller or Green have ever done – and those guys were behind NBC’s Hannibal and the R-rated blockbuster Logan, respectively. …

2 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,134

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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the universe of us.

“I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader
genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff
type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au
word count: 21,112 words
warnings: none
author’s note: thank you to the true mvps @zephyoongist​, @gukstudio, and @syubits for all their aggressive motivation through means of screaming at me to continue dragging myself through this wild ride until the completion of this nightmare monstrosity. the italicized quote mentioned in this was said by dr. suess. i wrote this while listening to this song, so i hope you listen to it as well while reading for the full experience.

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.


In a realm of pointless illusions and shadows of reality, dreams are not something you tend to dwell over. Some say it is within dreams where your selfish desires, wants, hopes, and subconscious manifest into a tentative form. As a lucid dreamer, you absolutely enjoy delving into illusions of roaming the boisterous halls of Hogwarts or taking flight into the air as you stretch your fingers out and almost touch the second star to the right.

You never actively try to find the hidden meanings behind the imagined moments that play beneath your eyelids and find purchase within the secret crevices within your mind. There simply is no point in doing so when they are not seen as an escape from reality because you are more than satisfied, daresay happy even, with the way your life is.

You found happiness within a circle of trustworthy and wonderful friends, a stable and amazing job that you actually do not dread going to in the morning, a beautiful and spacious apartment, and to top it off, a very cute and lovable dog named Soonshim whom you are a proud parent of with your boyfriend. More so, after all, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. And you are completely head over heels for a certain Kim Taehyung.

But then you find yourself slipping between the stratums of real and make-believe, existence and reverie, day and night under the guise of slumber and fantasies, thrown headfirst into an entirely new life that leaves you confused and chasing after something—or rather, someone—who is more than just silly daydreams and butterflies.

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💋Lake House (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Grayson and the reader are friends and they go on a trip with a lot of friends and they are forced to share a bed for a week in the hotel and like Grayson takes off his shirt to go to bed so this makes the reader really embarrassed because she likes him and then she wants him to feel the same way and she puts her pajama which is only a T-shirt and panties and it’s all hot in the room and all!

Warnings: This was supposed to be just fingering, but I got carried away but sex.

A/N: I hope I did this justice for you! I decided to make it a camping trip type thing because I want to go camping so bad right now and it’s all I can think about! Requests are OPEN. (P.S. I hate myself for writing this cause now my emotions are all over the place)

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K-I-S-S-I-N-G - Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You have yet to experience your first kiss when you are cast as Peter Parker’s love interest in the upcoming Spiderman movie. It doesn’t help that your character is the one who initiates the kiss and that you like your costar, Tom.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I absolutely love Tom and Harrison’s friendship. In order to fit my idea for this imagine, I had to make Harrison kind of a jerk. So my apologies to anyone who would get offended over that. Harrison seems like a good person-please do not allow this fictional one shot determine how you see him.

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“Rise and shine!” Someone shouted, their muffled voice ringing throughout your hotel room. You turned under your covers, planting your face into your warm pillow with a groan-not ready to start the day.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Another person insisted, knocking lightly on the door.

“Don’t make me come in there. Get up, you lazy butt.” The first voice threatened and the knocking got louder. You threw your warm covers off you and shouted back.

“I’m coming, Haz! No need to break down my door!” You replied. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Hurry up.” Harrison stated.

“Take your time.” Tom said.

“No, hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“We won’t be late.” The boys began to argue outside of your hotel door as you changed into decent clothes. You brushed your teeth quickly before combing out your hair.

“Are you ready yet?” Harrison asked impatiently. You opened your door with a tired smile. He sighed, “Finally!”

“We still have half an hour.” You stated, closing your door and beginning the walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“Y/N, I got you your coffee. Just the way you like it.” Tom said, handing you the hot cup. You smiled gratefully as you took it. He was always doing small things for you, such as getting you coffee almost daily as if he was your personal assistant.

“You’re a life saver. Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of it. You kissed his cheek, missing how his cheeks flared as you did so. The elevator doors opened and the three of you stepped inside.

“Where are the others?” You asked.

“They’ve all got the day off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all are sleeping in.” Tom explained.

“I wish I could be that lucky. So are we shooting mainly our scenes today then?” Tom was the star of the movie, playing Peter Parker aka Spiderman. You were portraying the love interest of Peter, which meant the two of you had a lot of scenes together. You both got along great and that chemistry transitioned onto the screen. You would even dare to say you had a developing crush on the dorky British actor. And oh how Harrison loved to tease you about it. He was like the annoying older brother that teased you and you would fire right back at him.

“Can we stop for breakfast on the way to the studio?” Harrison asked, “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. Nice to meet you.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“I really hate you sometimes.” He replied.

“No, you love me.”

~~~

After getting breakfast for the three of you on the way there, you were sat in the makeup chair, having your artist begin applying makeup to your face. A smirking Harrison came towards you from where Tom was talking to the director.

“What’s got you all smug, Haz?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just figured out what scene you’re shooting today.” He beamed in excitement. You closed your eyes as your makeup artist began to do your eyeshadow.

“What scene would that be? Your cameo?”

“Nope.” Harrison replied, “Peter and Y/C/N’s kiss.” If your makeup artist hadn’t been working on your eyes, you were sure your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head. It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of kissing Tom, but it was that you had never kissed anyone before. A first kiss was something that little girls dreamed of and it had never happened to you. Now, you were being robbed of that experience because of your choice to become an actress. You knew you would have to kiss him eventually for the role since it was imbedded into the script that your characters would share one. It was even harder to think about the kiss because your character instigates it and not Peter.

“Really? The kiss scene already?” You questioned.

“Yep.” You could hear the joy in Harrison’s voice. Your makeup artist finished with your eyes and called it good. You thanked her and then grabbed your script, looking over the scene.

“Have fun with it. Shooting starts in ten.” He laughed even more smug than when he came over in the first place. A whole day of taunting was scheduled for you-you could just tell. You read over the scene again and again until the director called you into place.

“Don’t be nervous.” Tom tried to calm you down as your makeup artist applied one last touch of chapstick to your lips.

“That’s very helpful.” You replied sarcastically.

“It’s just like any other kiss, except you’re kissing me.” He stated and the confusion immediately spread across his face-wondering exactly what he just said and why. You two got into position on the set that was your character’s room.

“And action!” The director called.

“I need to go.” Tom said.

“Why? You just got here.” You asked, as Tom moved towards “your” bedroom “door”.

“I-I-I need milk.” He replied and you raised your eyebrows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You raised your voice a little.

“I’m not lying.” Tom stated in an unconvincing tone.

“Peter, we need to talk.” You said, standing from your desk.

“Maybe later, Y/C/N. I’m sorry-I’ve really got to go.” He put his hand on your door handle.

“Peter Parker, you listen to me right now.” You demanded and watched as his hand dropped. Your voice went into a whisper, “Are you Spiderman or is it a hobby of yours to get into fights and play with my feelings?”

“I-I-” Tom voiced. His voice and facial expressions clearly showing the internal conflict bubbling inside of Peter. “Yes.” He sighed, “But no one can know. Not Ned and especially not Aunt May.”

“How? How did this happen?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“It’s a long story. Just stay inside tonight, promise?” He replied, meeting your eyes. You were supposed to pull him in for a kiss by taking him either by the shirt or the back of his neck, but, instead, you sighed and looked away.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, guilt and embarrassment eating you up. You felt guilty for ruining the otherwise great scene and you were embarrassed for letting your feelings get the better of you. It just didn’t feel right to you to initiate your first kiss with your cast mate in front of tons of cameras.

“Just take a breather. That was really good.” Tom stated. He was always the encouraging and supportive cast mate. If you struggled even in the slightest, he would be there to help you. You had spent several nights in each other’s hotel rooms, reading your lines and acting out scenes; but never once has this scene been brought up between you two.

“I’m good-I’m good. Let’s run this again.” You stated, trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you could do it again. You and Tom went back to your original place to restart the scene.

“Action!” The director called and the cameras began to roll once more. The lines flowed from both of your mouths easily and then the important part came.

“Just stay inside, promise?” Tom asked. You inhaled a sharp breath before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you. The moment your lips locked, your mind became clouded with thoughts. Was this what kissing felt like? Were you doing it right? What was Tom going to think? Did he think you were good? Was it too much? Was it convincing? There was a loud laugh from off set, making the director call cut.

“Harrison!” Tom shouted, breaking away from you. You closed your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides to process what had just happened. You had just experienced your first kiss-now you could never go back.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut Osterfield, you’re going outside.” The director said. Harrison nodded, trying to stifle his laughter.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny.” Tom added. Harrison was ordered to leave because his laughter was not stopping.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to Tom.

“Don’t be. You did fine.” He replied with a small smile.

“I haven’t initiated a kiss in a while.” You mumbled, embarrassed.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn’t bad. I just didn’t kiss back because it’s not scripted for Peter.”

“Let’s roll this again!” The director shouted.

By the tenth take of the scene, you and Tom had to focus on not laughing. It began to stop being uncomfortable and awkward, but it was still an unusual thing for you. You pulled him in for the kiss as scripted and he started to laugh against your lips, making you burst out in giggles as well.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny, Tom. Get a grip.” You teased while laughing all the same.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he tried controlling his laughter.

The last time you and Tom had to do the scene was by far the strangest one for you. It was written that you would kiss him and then, after a moment, he would begin to kiss you back-right as you pulled away. But all of that did not happen for the last take.

The moment his lips hit yours he began to kiss you back. It surprised you at first, but you continued with it. You pulled away from him.

“Go get ‘em, Peter.” You said quietly, finishing the scene.

~~~

“I am so going to beat you.” Harrison said cockily to Jacob as the two began to play a video game in Tom’s trailer.

“Tom’s going to be so pissed at us for drinking all of his Dr. Pepper.” Laura laughed, sitting down beside Zendaya on the couch.

“Hey, you drank the last one.” Zendaya stated.

“I called dibs before we got here, so technically it was Jacob.” She replied.

“No blaming me for anything.” Jacob said, his eyes glued to the large TV screen. The girls watched as the boys played their game, waiting for the last of their cast mates to arrive. It was a common thing for the cast that had finished their filming to wait in someone’s trailer before going back to the hotel or grabbing a bite to eat. This time, they had all snuck into Tom’s trailer and (im)patiently waited for you and him to arrive.

“It’s always your fault.” Harrison responded. Their ears perked up as they heard the trailer door open.

“It was fine-I promise.” Tom said, walking into the room with you following him. He sighed as he saw the four others sprawled in his living room area.

“Really? You lot couldn’t just go to your own trailers?” Tom asked, kicking off his shoes.

“You have the biggest TV.” Harrison and Jacob replied simultaneously.

“Your couch is comfy.” Zendaya shrugged.

“My trailer is the smallest.” Laura stated. Tom rolled his eyes, “Can we go to dinner now?”

“No! I have to beat him first.” Harrison exclaimed. Laura got up from his spot on the couch and stood in front of the TV, blocking their view. You rolled your eyes at the boys who tried to see around her. You picked up the remote and turned the TV off, much to Jacob and Harrison’s dismay.

“You’re no fun.” Harrison pouted.

“I’ve been filming all day. I am more tired than you can imagine. All I want to do is eat and sleep.” You stated, standing by Tom in the doorway.

“Are your lips tired too?” Harrison teased making a kissy face at you. You took one of Tom’s throw pillows and chucked it at him.

“Aw, man. Was that today? We missed the kiss scene?” Zendaya whined.

“You didn’t miss anything.” You said.

“It was so funny. They were terribly awkward about the whole thing.” Harrison stated with a laugh, “Was there any tongue?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Tom, “Kissing burns 6 calories a minute. How many did you two burn today? How chapped are your lips?” He continued as the others began to laugh and Tom rolled his eyes, “What’s the flavor of Y/N’s lipgloss? Strawberry or vanilla?”

“Do it again.” Jacob encouraged.

“Yeah, do it for our friends.” Harrison taunted.

“Harrison-” Laura started, being the one who saw the upset look flash across your face.

“Can we drop this?” Tom asked, feeling slightly annoyed at his best friend.

“You guys go to dinner. I’ll just eat on my own tonight.” You said, turning and leaving the trailer with all eyes on you. Tom’s trailer was silent as everyone’s attention shifted to Harrison, who was now looking extremely worried and guilty. It wasn’t unusual for him to make slightly taunting jokes; normally you would give him sassy remarks. Laura and Tom made eye contact and she sent him a silent look that told him to go after you. Wordlessly, Tom left his friends and went to your trailer that wasn’t too far from his.

He knocked on your door quietly. He listened as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the door.

“Harrison?” You asked with a unsteady voice.

“The other one.” Tom replied. His heartbeat quickened as the door slowly opened. He felt a pain form inside him as he registered the red color of your eyes-you had been crying and it had been partially his fault.

“Can I come in?” He asked and you nodded, allowing him to enter. He shut the door behind him as you went back to your small kitchen. Tom followed you in there.

“Cereal for dinner?” He questioned, acknowledging the empty bowl, spoon, milk and cereal box on your counter.

“It’s all I’ve got.” You shrugged.

“May I join you?” Tom asked and you nodded, getting another bowl for him and a spoon. You two sat down at the table and began to eat the cereal in silence.

“I’m sorry for what Harrison was saying.” Tom spoke up, breaking the quiet air.

“It’s not your fault.” You replied, “I’m just sensitive about it.”

“Why would you be sensitive about kissing?” It was an innocent question-he meant no harm. You paused for a moment before answering.

“Because I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never been in a serious relationship and I’ve never kissed anyone. Today was difficult because I had to initiate it and I had no clue what I was doing.” You said in a hushed tone. Tom’s spoon clattered as it fell into his bowl.

“You-you’ve never been kissed-like ever?” He asked in confusion.

“That’s the meaning of never, is it not?” You replied dryly. “I already feel foolish as it is. I don’t need you, Harrison, or anyone else mocking me for it.”

“No-no-I’d never.” Tom stated, “I was just confused because earlier today when we were-ya know-kissing, it didn’t seem like you were that inexperienced.”

“So you’re saying I didn’t completely suck? Thanks.” You commented back sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, you still need practice, but it’s only because you’ve never done it before. You are a good kisser-I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It probably would have been better if I kissed back as well.”

“What did you just say? You wouldn’t mind kissing me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Tom paused, “The truth is: I really like you. I was excited then and I’m excited now to have you play Peter’s love interest.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again either.” You replied with a shy smile on your face. Tom placed one of hands on the side of your cheek and drew you into him, planting his lips on yours.

You have probably kissed him at least twenty times today, but it’s different than those kisses. There is a spark in it and it’s filled with emotion and passion. It’s not acting, it’s real. You pulled away breathless, feeling your lips buzz.

“Now that was a kiss.” You said.

“And I plan on doing it a lot more.” Tom mumbled against your lips, locking them with his in another kiss.

Pepper Potts’ Niece

Summary: Your aunt happens to be the Pepper Potts. And she landed you a week at the Avengers Tower. You steal the hearts of the Avengers fast through your baking. But your vacation ends with a twist when HYDRA decides to attack the Tower, taking you hostage. (Before Avengers: Age of Ultron)

Author’s Note: This is an absolute throwback. I wrote this back in July 23rd, 2015. I found it in my documents. I did a few touch-ups, but otherwise, it’s the same exact fanfic. HAPPY THROWBACK THURSDAY! Hope you like my 2015 writings!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Words: 2,928

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Eternal Love (Tom x Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤

Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*

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This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.

Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.” 

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When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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The Two Sherlocks

For the World’s Most Patient Anon:  What if Sherlock is captured by Eurus (?) and the reader must solve her puzzle in order to save him - with whatever little she’s learned from being with him. She must decide who is the real Sherlock in a room with two; shoot one or die all together.

Thank you so much to this amazing Anon for this amazing idea and for holding me to task. I strayed a bit from the request, so I hope you don’t mind! And thank you to the gorgeous and talented @igottomuchfreetimeonmyhands who dropped everything to help me finish it! 

Without further ado, I give you my first story in months: THE TWO SHERLOCKS

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Exo’s reaction to catching you watching Fan edits of them

Request: 💖💖💖I love your blog soo much! I’d like to request a reaction for them finding you watching famcam as/edits? Don’t be afraid to make it a little 😏! Thank you!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

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Minseok/Xiumin

After you told him you’d be working on your thesis for University Minseok left you alone in your bedroom. After coming back from CBX dance practise he smiled to himself, hearing your frustrated sighs from your room. Making you some coffee he was confident he could convince you to break for a while and opened your door, being met with the sight of you leaning forward on your desk gazing at his smirk as he grinded against a cane, breathing hard. Smirking hard as he walked up behind you, hands on your shoulders, leaning down to whisper low in your ear “I think you’ve worked hard enough, As a reward you’ll be feeling more than that cane tonight~” while he spun you to face him, your face flushed as his hands dipped lower. 

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Junmyeon/Suho

Junmyeon would be visiting briefly to drop off a slice of cake he saw in a bakery and just had to buy you. Your sweet tooth was one of your qualities he loved about you, and he’d be smiling softly to himself when he used his key to open your apartment. Hearing your surprised squeak he looked up grinning, only to feel his face go red as he saw the image of him pulling up his shirt melding into his playboy body roll before you could slam the laptop down. Holding his cheeks softly before you both burst into laughter he handed you your cake, watching your eyes go soft at the gift and hugging him. Getting bolder he lowered his voice and breathed “If you like my body so much why don’t you lick some of that icing off me” feeling smug as you blushed hard and hide your face.

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Yixing/Lay

Sighing hard as he walked into your room Yixing would be thinking of taking you out on a lovely date. He knew you’d been working hard this month and wanted to have an evening to yourselves. He began, “Baobei, I wondered if-” looking up slowly to your desk when he heard a low bass line and a suspiciously quiet keyboard. He would freeze mid sentence when he sees himself blindfolded and ripping his shirt open as you bit your lip after hearing his voice. Biting his own full bottom lip he would take off his tie and knot it over your eyes, lifting you onto his waist while he breathed against your lips, “Well it seems like we’ll definitely be having an evening to ourselves. You don’t need fancams when I’m here.”. You’d cling to his shoulders and internally thank who ever made those edits. 

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Baekhyun

Baekhyun would be home early from tour and be excited to surprise you. He’d planned out an entire day for just you and him to explore various arcades and cafes, having a day to do all the date nights he’d miss being on tour. Opening the door to hear the Minho’s Body and seeing the large TV filled with his more spectacular thrusts while he pushed his hair back he met your horrified eyes with a playful smirk. “I didn’t know you missed me quite that much Jagiya~” he chuckled as you spluttered out an excuse before throwing yourself into the sofa face down. Laughing harder as he sat down beside you, lifting your face and pushing your hair away he continued “Now go get dressed for our date, even if you have to wait I’m sure you’ll enjoy the ending more when we’re home~”

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Chanyeol

Your friend had dared you to watch fancams and not react while he was in the same room as you. You’d have some experience in the realm of fan edits but what you hadn’t counted on was getting too into the videos, making soft sounds which caught Chanyeol’s attention. Leaning over you from behind the kitchen stool he smirked, slightly flattered as you clicked on yet another, silently praising the skill of the editing before slowly spinning the stool to face him watching with glee as your mouth dropped embarrassed . He chuckled out “You know Jagi, if you wanted to watch me dance you could have just asked” causing you to retort “I was uh…appreciating the editing…” making him smile wider at your obvious lie. You’d be cursing your friend for weeks when he kept teasing you about how “hot you found him”.

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Jongdae/Chen

Jongdae, like Chanyeol, would be delighted at the new material of teasing you when he caught you watching him. Coming back to the dorms, after his fan meet, where you had slept over the night before he ’d make his way to his room. Opening the door slowly to sneak up on you and surprise you with a hug he saw you lying on his bed with your laptop open on Youtube, watching a clip of his “Top Ten Sexiest Moments”. Bursting out into laughter he’d clutch his stomach as you immediately tried to delete the tab, he’d tackle you on the bed and laugh out “So you think I’m the sexiest man ever y/n, you know I/m never letting this go~” as you covered your face, whining like him. For weeks he’d bring this up in front of members as revenge for all the pranks you played on him.

Originally posted by overnightprincess

Kyungsoo 

Lounging on the bed after a delicious home cooked dinner by Kyungsoo, you’d be texting your best friend as you watched a film together. Your friend was sending you edits of your usually modest boyfriend that you were watching on silent. These edits highlighted his dark serious eyes that left shivers down your body and you jokingly texted back *Kyungsoo is definitively too soft for edits like that f/n :3 *. Unbeknownst to you he had glanced at your phone and seen your exchange, a challenge he would gladly accept. Taking the phone out of your hands, straddling your hips as his other large hand held your wrists above your head he looked down at you hard, “I’m certain you won’t be saying I’m soft after tonight.” as you watched him put your phone away, excitedly awaiting this sudden change. 

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Jongin/Kai

Jongin would be spending his free Sunday morning cuddled up with you on the sofa watching The Walking Dead before he realised he left his phone in your room. Too cosy to move he asked for your phone so he could text Sehun which you passed as you focused on the episode. Opening the phone to your last youtube video he saw himself doing very bad things to a Weeknd song he recognised. Smirking hard as he shut the phone off, He would slide you lower so he was hovering above you, his hand making its way teasingly down your body as he questioned “Now why would my Babygirl be looking at those videos of me when all you need to do is ask.” You’d immediately remember but be silent under those heated eyes, knowing this Sunday was about to be a lot less lazy.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Sehun

Smug. You only one word to describe Sehun’s expression when he found you watching his more risque fancams. You’d be waiting at home for him to visit and passed the time just browsing tumblr, finding a link to a new fancam of Thunder on Youtube. One hour later and you’d be on an edit of all of his most fluid body rolls, replaying one particularly hot one and that would be the precise moment he walked in. Watching his body move in slow motion while you froze in surprise was the most embarrassing moment to this day. You’d watch his lips curve up in a knowing smirk, walking closer and pulling you onto his lap as he drawled out “Have I been neglecting you or are you just that attracted to me~”. You’d try to stubbornly push him away but would soon give in when he pressed his lips to your neck, rolling against you just like those edits. 

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion


Admin C- WELL! My first more….suggestive request, since I wanted to keep this fairly short I didn’t really go into it but feel free to request more suggestive reactions or fluffy or angsty! I hope this was okay! 

*MinaYixing edits for Yixing are the bomb, heads up Xingmi* 

Challenges & Games

Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: After a long, exhausting mission you return to the tower ready for hot shower and a drink, when Tony offers to turn your night around and finally do something about the tension that had been building between the two of you. Are you up for the challenge, and more importantly, will it end well?

Warnings: alcohol, smut, fluff

Word Count: 3822

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Worth the Risk {Part 08}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

Word Count: 1431
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

A/N: This isn’t my best chapter… but lots of things are about to change in this story!!! Prepare yourselves ;)

Originally posted by finndamereyn

“I can’t believe you did all of this!” Steve gasped, looking around the room in shock.

Pam nodded along numbly and you shrugged, both of them catching the glint of hope and pride in your eyes.

Bucky’s birthday was in only a few days and you had taken it upon yourself to put together a party for him. Reserving one of the many open spaces in the tower, you’d spent your month’s earnings and the entire week buying and putting up the decorations, hiring a DJ and getting drinks and snacks for the guests.

Of course Tony could have easily paid for a much more extravagant celebration, but things were still kind of tense between the two of them and you wanted to do something for Bucky yourself. Maybe if he could just see that you’d forgiven him and it was all in the past, the two of you could become close once again.

“Is there anything left to do? Can I help in any way?” Steve asked, still looking around the room in awe.

You nodded, relieved that he’d offered. “Could you cover the food? I was planning on ordering from that Italian restaurant he really likes…”

“I can!” Pam suddenly perked up. “I’ll cover that, don’t worry about it.”

You smiled and thanked her. Honestly, if she or Steve hadn’t volunteered, you would have had to ask Tony to chip in.


“Everything set?” Pam asked, entering the hall as you finished putting up the final touches.

The party was in two days and as everything finally began to come together, you couldn’t be more excited.

“I think so!” you beamed, carefully climbing down from the ladder. “I can’t wait to see his face… Could you go let the others know what’s going on? I want everyone except Bucky ready for this Friday.”

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The Happiest of Accidents (Jared Kleinman x Reader SMUT)

More smut (shocking) so I’m combining 4 and 8 on my queue cause 4 was just Fluffy smut? And 8 actually had a plot.

 Requests by: anon Enjoy! 


You know. This was never supposed to happen. You were never supposed to end up naked in someone else’s bed. Especially not if that someone was Jared Kleinman. But things don’t always go how their supposed to, especially not if they’re things happening to you. 


 You didn’t want to do this, dressing up for some stupid cruise dinner, all because your dad had to go for work. He said all you guys had to do was show face, than you could leave and never step foot on a cruise ship again, he lied. You were used to you dad lying by now but it didn’t change the fact that you really hated everything about this night. 

 You were wearing a dress and heels on a cruise ship, that was rocking way too much for your liking. You had to plaster on a fake smile for every single of of your dads colleagues until they stopped greeting you. You had to shake hands and make small talk about the weather or stocks. 

You were the only teenager here who wasn’t dressed like a preppy private school kid, you weren’t wearing pearls or the color salmon, you stuck out like a sore thumb. 

When your family went to sit at their assigned table, number 15. You went to the deck to watch the sunset against the ocean’s horizon. It was a beautiful sight, the sun dipping low onto the waters far edge, creating an ombré of reds and purples and every thing in between. You watched as the colors changed and the sun sank, enjoying the alone time. Until…. “Hey you do realize the Party is inside right?” A voice broke through the white noise of water lapping against the boat’s sides.

 "Really? Oh wow. I hadn’t even noticed. What a pity that I’m not inside, pretending like I give a shit and smiling at every old business guy who claims to know my father,“ you hissed wanting to be left alone. 

 Obviously this jerk-off didn’t notice or care, "What are you doing out here anyway, it’s just a sunset over a giant fish toilet. Or are you some kind of romantic who finds this shit fascinating?" 

 "I’ll have you know sunsets are beautiful, look at all of the colors and the way they melt into each other defying color theory. Look the yellow and blue are definitely touching, but they don’t make green! It’s amazing!" 

 "It’s not amazing! Are you stupid it’s not color theory it’s light theory, or whatever. Those aren’t paints they’re light waves so they won’t react the same. God your dad might be rich but he certainly isn’t sending you to a good school,” he laughed. 

 "I didn’t want to go to a good school, and I don’t care about whatever theory. I just wanted to watch the sunset,“ you growled back. Your father planned on having you swap schools when he got his raise and you refused, you’re too normal for private schooling. 

 He waited a moment and than started talking again, "Okay well than I guess we can watch the sunset,” he said, taking a seat on the bench next to you. You rolled you eyes but he didn’t say another word so you decided to let him stay. He was so quiet and sat so still that your forgot he was there, losing yourself in the setting sun. 

 He on the other hand couldn’t forget about you, he never could. When your father was promoted two years ago, you both found yourselves at a dinner party in celebration. You sat on opposite sides of the ballroom floor, in the large hotel the company rented. You didn’t see him, but he sure as hell had seen you, and once his eyes found your face, they rarely left it. 

There was just something about the way you held yourself, the way you kept you back straight and you head held high. It was strong and proud, but not rude or arrogant, you were there for you father but that didn’t mean you were going to be a brat for being forced to come. 

There was also something about the look on your face, the way your smile was welcoming but your eyes screamed that you wanted to leave. He wanted tried to look away and ignore your presence, but it was like you were the northern end of a magnet and his eyes were the south side.

 He spent the whole night working up the guts to talk to you, and once he did… you had left. After that night he was infatuated by you, and it felt like a blessing when he learned there was a Holiday Galla his family would be attending. 

There was a secret Santa chosen before hand and he had gotten your name. All of the kids and teens were given a room with a dance floor and junk food to hang out in, and at 11:00 would be the secret Santa. He was so excited to give your gift, until he realized you wouldn’t know who it was from.

 At 11 he watched you open the jewelry box and take out the bracelet, it was a bow to match the arrow necklace you always wore 

 He watched your eye light up as you had a friend help you put it on your wrist, they matched beautifully because he had to specially made for you, not that you would ever know. But the smile on your face made it worth the expense. 

As he sat there next to you, he could feel the anxiety running through his veins. He was so nervous that you’d call him a freak and start calling him out on stalking your Instagram and Facebook. He didn’t want to seem nervous so instead he sat as still as possible, he could feel you staring at him, and he could feel the swear accumulating on his palms. He slowly turned his head to look at you, expecting you to be ready to explode. 

But when his gaze landed on you, you were a million worlds away, lost in the sunset. The way the golden light made your skin look was amazing, the look in your eyes was perfect. You were lost in the setting sun and he was lost in you. “What the fuck are you staring at?"  The smile on your face had died, a grimace taking its place,

 "I um, I was, you just looked so, um, I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of his mouth lacking grace and delicacy.

 "I looked so what, ugly, horrific?“ You barked at him, your eyes misting.

 "You looked, beautiful. Like you were the only witness to the most amazing sight one human has ever laid eyes on,” you could see the awe on his face, this boy really meant what he said. 

 "Oh, well. Erm thank you, you’re not to bad yourself,“ you mumbled, blush creeping over your cheeks. 

 "Oh well umm,” he paused for a little too long, “I like your brac- necklace. I really like your necklace,” he stumbled. 

 "Oh thank you, I never got the chance to thank you for this bracelet, I absolutely love it by the way,“ your smile blew him away.

 "Oh you’re, you’re welcome!” He squeaked, just as he was about to ask how you knew he bought it when his phone rang. “No Ev I can’t join the party tonight, huh no I’m at that cruise dinner, I’ll play next time, goodbye Evan,” he sighed and tucked his phone away. 

 "You missin the big summer party?“

 "Huh, oh god no. Do I look like the kid who goes to actual parties. My friends and I. We have a-” his volume dropped drastically, “we have a game night we just peruse Steam and play some video games, it’s kinda lame,” he looked at his feet, embarrassed.

 "What kinda video games?“ 

 "Oh um Overwatch, GTA, Rocket League, that kinda stuff,” he mumbled. 

 "I bet I could beat you at all of those,“ you boasted, you didn’t know him very well be he peaked your interest. 

 "Oh you’re on! If you want we can skip the party after the boat docks and go to my house, and play video games, order take out?” He suddenly seemed happy again. 

 "I’ll take you up on that… IF you buy me take out!“ 

 "Of course, m'lady. I’m the man here!” He bragged. 

 "My dick is probably bigger than yours!“ "Oh well, we an check when we get to my house as well. If you’d like,” he said with a wink


  You told your mom you were going to your friends house, while Jared told his parents he felt sick and needed to go. You both met at his car, he played Starbomb on the way to his house, not bad music. Just different. 

His house was fucking huge, it had giant stone pillars at the entrance of the drive way and lights leading up to the front door. He parked in the giant four car garage and you went inside. The kitchen was big enough to be in a restaurant, the living room had a huge TV with surround sound and a shit load of DVDs. The hallways were covered in art, but not a single family photo, and the dining room was suited for a kingdom. You were in awe, Jared looked uninterested, he’d walked these halls his whole life, and to be honest he found the size of the house unnecessary and annoying. 

He lead you up to his room with a bottle of soda and cups in his hands. His room was small compared to the rest of the house, a futon, a desk with a computer, a large bookshelf, a TV with many gaming consoles around it and some game disks, and a closet. 

 "Take of your jacket and shoes, make yourself at home,“ he said as he took a seat at his desk to remove his dress shoes. You took off your heels and put them with the rest of the shoes by his bedroom door, and you cast his suit jacket you borrowed on to the back of his desk chair. You sat on the futon that was currently a bed, while he turned on the TV and picked a game. 

 "How about we play a friendly game of Mario Kart?" 

 And that’s how it began, what started as a calm game of Mario Kart turned into a very competitive game of Mario Kart.

 What started as sitting a foot apart on a futon became sitting with your sides pressed against the others, in order to shove the other and slide into first. 

What started as a hand on a thigh to distract the boy next to you, became a hand-job through his suit pants. 

What started as a crush and a bracelet became, so. Much. More. He leaned back, giving you the full area of his package. You rubbed slower, moving your body up level with his, and began kissing him. His lips were soft against yours, you moved in unison, said they had met a million times before. His hands slid up your legs, trying to get under the dress you were wearing, but his hands couldn’t get back your hip bones. 

 "What the actual fuck is going on with your clothing?” He asked leaning away from you. 

 "It’s not stretchy. It has a zipper on the back,“ you held back a laugh. 

 "Fuck. This was supposed to be romantic, like I’d slowly take off your dress to reveal your sexy lingerie, than you’d rip open my shirt, buttons flying off sexily, ya know?” He said, a bit too seriously. 

 "Well Jared, my dress won’t come off like that, I’m not wearing sexy lingerie, and you’re shirt won’t be fervently ripped from your muscles,“ you rolled you eyes at his fantasy.

 "Oh but I bet you’d like to see my six pack, if you can find it under all of my rolls,” he boasted, faking confidence. 

 "I like your rolls just fine, I have ones of my own. Together we’re a matching set!“ You tried to make him less uncomfortable in the room with you. He smile and kissed you again, his lips dipping down to your neck, one of his hands stroking your thigh. You pushed him onto his back, straddled his hips and pretended to rip open his shirt.

 "Ha you wish Kleinman, I have other ideas,” you kissed his neck and unbuttoned a single button, you slowly made your way down opening his shirt slowly, leaving hickys in your wake. He watched you do this, trying not to moan too loudly, god he wanted you so bad. You finished with his shirt and unbuttons his dress pants, you sat up and pulled them down his legs. You crawled back up and kissed him passionately, gently removing the shirt from his shoulders and pulling it off as you got off the bed. 

 He had been working on unzipping your dress the whole time and it was low on your back. You reached behind and pulled the zipper all the way down. You pulled it from your shoulders and let it cascade to the wood floor. You attempted to saunter out of the ring it had made but it was to no avail, your foot caught on the bundled fabric and you fell forward, Jared sitting up fast enough to catch you. 

 "Looks like you’re just falling all over me (y/n),“ he whispered pulling you on to him and kissing your neck. His hands finally getting to run down your bare sides. "Also I find your nude brassiere to be the sexiest lingerie,” his hands were all over you, you threw your leg over him and began grinding against his hard shaft. 

His fingers went to woke on your bra clasps, once he had successfully opened them he slid it down your arms and threw its across the room. 

 "Is the drama really necessary?“ You wanted to be able to find that one day. 

"Of fucking course it is (y/n). If I’m going to lose my virginity tonight that it’s going to be dramatic as fuck!” He looked at you appalled, because you had THE NERVE to ask him not to chuck your underwear. 

You were about to yell back when the sensation of his mouth flicking against your nipple cut you off. He took your other breast in his hand and rubbed your other nip with his thumb. He bit down softly on one and you let out a moan, his hips bucked in response. You threw your head back in pleasure, you’d never felt something so good. 

 "Oh god. Jared. Oh fuck,“ you moaned. He let go of your breast and hooked his thumbs on your panties, you shoved him on to the futon and began rubbing your wet cunt over his very excited member threw to layers of underwear. He couldn’t take anymore of your teasing, he pushed you off and ripped your panties down your legs. He spread your thighs and inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit roughly, your lower half was quaking at the sudden contact. Moans came out of your mouth like they were flowing from a waterfall. He curled them, hitting your G-Spot just right. 

 "I-Uhhh I thought your were a vigin,” you stated between moans. “I’m a visual learner sweetheart, and I’ve been taking visual lessons from Pornhub since I was 12,” he replied taking his fingers from your core and getting up. He strode to his computer desk opened a drawer and returned to you holding an aluminum package. You snatched it from his hands and read it, "Gotta Catch em’ all" was printed on it with a pokéball. You giggled and he ripped it open, pinching the tip and rolling it down his considerable length. 

“(Y/n) I’ve liked you for so long, and I really hope you’re okay with all of this,” “God Jared please just fuck me, I want you so bad. All of you. Even the rolls,” you smiled at him. He lined himself up and slid into you, moaning as he did so. He felt so good inside of you, he pulled out and thrusted back in slowly, his hips developed a rhythm and yours learned to match, it was slow but it felt so right. His shaft filling you up and hitting you just in the right spot. 

He noticed your right hand touching your clit and pulled it off, sucking your fingers and rubbing you instead. You pulled him down, kissing him as your both built up orgasms, he began speeding up, roughly grabbing your boob, the sensation of him hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit, and playing with your breast was enough to throw you over the edge. Your walls tightened around him and you came, hard. Moaning his name as it washed over you, his thrusts became sloppier. 

 "Oh god (y/n) you’re so fucking tight. Oh you feel so good. Mmmm fucking heaven,“ he moaned as his orgasm built up. "OH GOD Ummmhhhhhh, ooohhhh my god you’re uhhh amazing, oh yes yes yessss,” he came, his orgasm better than ever, you felt just right against him. He pulled out and kissed you, than he cleaned himself up quickly. He pulled you up to his pillows and held you in his arms. You fell together, a mass of tangled limbs, in his small bed.


  When you woke up two hours later and it was to yelling. 

 "-MY BOSSES DAUGHTER, YOU SKIP A PARTY TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOSSES DAUGHTER. I HOPE IT WAS FUCKING GOOD CAUSE IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS YOU'L BE GROUNDED FOR SO LONG YOU WON’T SEE ANOTHER NAKED WOMAN AGAIN!“ Jared’s dad screamed, a vein popping out of his forehead, the skin around it bright red. He stomped out of the room, slamming door, and leaving Jared and you alone.

 "I’m sorry,” you muttered, afraid this was your fault. 

 "Ha I’m not, your dad won’t find out and even if he does you were worth it,“ he smiled wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled together all night, happy to be together. Maybe things weren’t supposed to happen like this, but they went better this way. 

 "Oh I never did ask, how’d you know I got you that bracelet?”


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