look at his little kissy face!!

Movie Night Pt. 5

Girls Night Edition

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2226

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, fingering, dirty talk, biting, marking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fluff and yucky love stuff.

A/N: I had 2 requests in my inbox for a part 5! Movie Night is so much fun! You don’t have to read the first four parts to know what is going on, but it would help! Words in italics is a memory, bold is text messages.

One - Two - Three - Four


“Let’s talk about Bucky!”

You picked up your wineglass and peeked at Natasha above the rim as you took a sip. You shook your head with a smile.

“This is the third time tonight that you have tried prying information out of me,” you said to the group.

“Well, if you were a little more forthcoming with details, we wouldn’t have to pry,” Pepper said, tucking her legs underneath herself on the couch next to you.

“You and Bucky have been so secretive, it’s annoying,” Maria said, swirling the wine in her glass.

“What has it been now?” Sharon asked from her spot on the floor. “Three or four months?”

You took another sip of wine before answering, “Close to four.” A bowl of popcorn appeared in front of your face, suspended in the air by a red mist. Startled, you grabbed it before it fell, “Jesus Wanda… scare someone to death!”

She laughed before sitting in front of you on the floor, back against the couch. “I like the way Bucky grabs her butt when he thinks no one is looking,” she said, looking over her shoulder at you with a wink.

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what it’s actually like to date Lim Changkyun...

Originally posted by alette-stars

The Reality of Dating Changkyun…

  • Oh boy, this one… t h i s  one.
  • The relationship is filled with weirdness, and when i say weirdness, i mean… WEirDneSS.
  • Changkyun most definitely adores you when you contribute to said weirdness, like it makes his entire day, i mean it.
  • Even though he usually has a slight rbf (resting bitch face), remember that he’s always got a lot of thoughts running through his head, and he’s never malicious.
  • So pay no mind to his intense staring, he’s just in his natural habitat, which is his own mind.
  • Speaks to you in english, and it’s guaranteed to be at random points in your conversation.
  • Habitually refers to you as his “baby” but the way he says it is just so…so…amazing~
  • Does cute little gestures when he greets you.
  • Like, he’ll shoot finger guns at you, wink his eye, or he’ll scream out “there’s my baby!” especially if it’s been awhile since he last spent time with you, etc…
  • Finds humor in sending you kissy faces and acting dramatically “sexy” from across the room when no one is looking, and he kinda grins to himself when he sees you trying to hold in your laughter ‘cause he’s so greasy it hurts.
  • There’s a lot of inside jokes between you two, like a LOT.
  • They kinda just happen, too… the most random things can turn into jokes.
  • You finishing his sentences when changkyun forgets a word (since he’s bilingual, it’s expected that a few words will slip his mind every once in awhile, pls understand this bby).
  • But you DO understand that, and you’re always there to fill in his blanks.

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Just Admit It ~ Sirius Black Imagine (Marauders Era)

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Can you write an imagine where young!Sirius where they are both too cocky to admit to each other that they like each other. And if you want to, can you add Lily and James bc the readers really close friend is Lily. Tysm, babe! 


  ~~Just Admit It~~ 

 You and Sirius had chemistry, no one doubted it. Anytime one of you made a smart remark, the other would fire another one back. But, he was your best friend, there was also no doubt about that.

But you had a crush on him. Hell, you loved him. The only person who knew was your friend, Lily Evans, who you were also very close with. Any time she saw you with him, she’d send little winks and kissy faces towards you and him.

 It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at Hogwarts. You and Sirius were sitting on the edge of the fountain in the courtyard doing schoolwork. Well, you were. Sirius laid on his back, looking up at the clouds.

 "Oi, Sirius,“ you tapped him on the stomach. "What potion uses bicorn horns?”

 "Like I would know. You’re the brains here. I’m the charm and brawn,“ Sirius said with a smirk as he sat up. 

 You jokingly rolled your eyes. "I’ll take that as a compliment. But I’m way more charming than you,” you chuckled, continuing to work on your homework.

 "Oh, that’s so cute! You think you’re more charming? Look at this face!“ Sirius turned around to change his expression, and then gazed at you with a seductive look and added a wink, causing you to laugh.

 "Ooh… That’s ugly,” you joked, playfully shoving him away from you. 

 "Oh, (Y/N). Sweet, innocent (Y/N). Just admit you find me absolutely irresistible,“ Sirius playfully put his arm around you. 

 You jokingly glared at him. You gave him a quick smack on the stomach, causing him to move his arm and throw his hands up in defeat. 

 With a grin on your face, you sat back down to continue your work. 

 Sirius sat down next to you, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his cheeks in his hands, looking up at you. 

 "You think I’m cute, right?” Sirius asked softly, not looking away from you.

 You felt your heart leap, but you stayed silent.


 "Sirius, I have to finish this essay." 

 A smirk grew on his face. He could see your cheeks turning red. 

 "Ooh, there’s something you’re not telling me. You do think I’m cute,” he grinned. 

 "I do not,“ you mumbled, keeping your eyes glued to your page of parchment. 

"I think…” he paused to snatch your quill. “You do." 

 You closed your eyes, trying to keep your cool. You didn’t want to admit your feelings to Sirius. What if he didn’t feel the same? 

 But what you didn’t know is that he did. In fact, he loved you. You’ve been friends with Sirius for years. He loved you because you two were nearly the same person; you made him laugh and vice versa, you were always there for him, and you were the only one who could come up with witty comments the same way he could.

 He loved you. But, just like you, he was too scared to admit it. 

 "Sirius, give me my quill,” you demanded, standing up and holding out your hand. 

 "I think you’re avoiding something, my dear,“ he grinned, also standing up. 

 You crossed your arms. "I think you’re avoiding something too." 

 Sirius lifted an eyebrow as you stepped closer to him. "I think you’re just madly in love with me and you’re trying to get me to admit to something,” you spoke slowly, trying to get a rise out of Sirius. 

 It seemed to be working. 

 "I-uh-“ he stammered. 

 "Am I wrong?” Sirius gazed at you, his eyebrows furrowed together as he studied your face looking for an answer. 

 "Just admit it, Sirius,“ you gently grabbed onto his shirt, and pulled his face close to yours so that your lips were about to touch. He closed his eyes, waiting for you to press your lips against his. 

 "You love me,” you whispered. He just barely felt your lips brush against his as you spoke, and his heart was racing. The corners of his mouth quirked up.

 "Two can play at that game, (Y/N),“ Sirius murmured. And with that, Sirius grabbed your hand, and with one swift movement, spun you around so that you were facing away from him whilst his head was on your shoulder. 

 "How long can you keep up that act of yours, (Y/N)? Cause I can do this all day,” he whispered in your ear. You felt his hot breath against your ear, causing goosebumps to run up your arms. 

 You felt your knees go weak, and Sirius noticed. 

 "Give up?“ Sirius smirked. 

You were silent for a moment. Then, you spoke.


 And with that, you quickly turned around, grabbed Sirius by his shirt collar and crashed your lips into his. His eyes were wide, but he quickly melted into the kiss. He had finally dropped your quill to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

 "I win,” he mumbled against your lips with a smirk. 

 "As always,“ you mumbled back. 

  ~The End~ 
•Thank you for requesting!•


Pairing:  Lams x reader
Word Count: 1,342ish
T/W: Fluff
A/N: For @orangepumpkinpen‘s request: “Can I get a fluffy Lams x Reader? Maybe the reader prepares THEM a day of relaxation, because they were working so hard, and they just become emotional over it?” OH MY GOSH I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY!!! AH I’M SORRY!
Tags: @iworshipmusicals ✨  @applesislife

Glancing to the clock, you knew the boys were probably finishing up work and would be home before too long. Setting your phone down, you curled a finger onto your lip. You thought about how everyday they had to deal with annoying critics of their work. Alex was pressured to write a column every single day for the papers. John was an editor or a “proofreader” as he called it, but if he missed one typo it was all his fault. Yet, when they came home they were so loving to you, especially John. Sometimes Alex kept his distance if he was frustrated, but he eventually came around. As you sat and thought about it you decided they needed a relaxing experience. 

A smile spread across your face when John texted you that they were on their way home with a little yellow heart emoji followed by a kissy face one. You got off the couch and sifted through your “pampering cabinet.” You found a box full of bath bombs the boys had bought you for Valentine’s, pushing past that you grabbed some bath salts, looking through them, you picked lavender and rose. Turning the master bath on, you got it to the perfect temperature, before letting the water fill up the tub. Tossing the salts in, with a hint of bubbly soap, you rolled your sweatshirt sleeves up and stirred the water. Mixing it in nicely. 

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helena1205  asked:

I can´t never get enough of this AU. It´s too cute. Thank you for making it. I love your tumblr. What if Keith had a motorcycle? He had that hover-bike thing in S1. So he has a bike, and take the kids for a ride. Shiro is freaking out, because what if something happens. Keith is a good driver, and even little Hunk feels safe with Daddy Keith driving at top speed (or the speed limit). Shiro does´t have to worry. Love your work! (Also, older Hunk fixing Keith´s bike with his engineer skills.)

You’re welcome!! <3 I’m glad you’re still sticking around for it!!

[The Voltron Family] Keith had the red 2013 Harley-Davidson. He loved it and he’d usually use it when he was doing errands without carrying anything. He loved the feel of the breeze and the thrill of going really fast.

One early morning, Keith was cleaning his motorcycle at the garage and little Hunk was looking for him.

Hunk: *peeks into the door* Daddy Keith?
Keith: *turns around* *smiles* Hello, baby. You’re up early today.
Hunk: Morning kiss! *waddles towards Keith* Can I?
Keith: Of course you can, sweetheart. *meets Hunk half way* *carries the little boy and lets him sit on his hips* *makes kissy face*
Hunk: *giggles* *grabs Keith’s face and plants a peck on the lips* Good morning. *pats Keith’s cheeks*
Keith: Good morning to you too, my little sunshine. *kisses Hunk*
Hunk: What’s Daddy doing? *points at the motorcycle*
Keith: *smiles* Daddy’s just cleaning his bike. Wanna see?

Hunk tried his best to be helpful to Keith while he worked. It turned out Keith would do this every Saturday morning and it became Hunk’s routine to be Daddy’s Little Helper. He woke up really early just for this. Keith would always have Hunk’s morning milk prepared alongside with his morning tea.

One Saturday afternoon, Keith had to do a quick errand to the mall. So he wore his red leather jacket and had his helmet in hand as he walked out of the door. Shiro was still out at the hospital while the Galras were having their playdate.

Hunk: *tugs Keith’s pants* Can I go with you?
Keith: *blinks* Well, you can but don’t you wanna play—
Hunk: *shifts in place* *whispers* Can I ride your bike?
Keith: *eyes sparkles in delight* 

Shiro was heading home early when he stopped at the red light. He hummed to the music playing from his playlist when he noticed a biker stopped beside him. He turned around, to see someone in red leather jacket and thought. “Hmmm, kinda reminds me of Keith. Why are bikers in red so damn attractive—?” Then he stopped himself when he noticed that a kid was behind the biker. It was little Hunk holding onto—

Shiro: *rolls the window down* *shouts* KEITH!!!! *mortified*
Keith: *turns around to look at him* *slides down his helmet* *grins* Oh, hey, babe!
Shiro: *still mortified* DON’T HEY BABE ME!! WHY IS OUR CHILD *points at Hunk* RIDING YOUR MOTORCYCLE??!!! That’s dangerous!
Keith: *chuckles* It’s not! My baby’s safe with me! He’s strapped behind me. *looks pointedly at the strap wrapping Hunk* See?! Totally safe!
Hunk: *waves* Hi, Daddy Shiro!
Shiro: *smiles softly* Hi, sweetheart. *turns to Keith* *gets freaked out again* UNSTRAP MY CHILD AND PUT HIM IN MY CAR, KEITH!!!
Keith: *chuckles* Can’t do that, babe. Promise my little munchkin we’ll ride to the mall and back.
Shiro: Keith, I swear to god. If you don’t—
Keith: *looks in front of him* *quickly gives Shiro a flying kiss* See you later at home, sweet pea! Sayonara~ *drives away when the light turned green*
Hunk: *waves* Bye, Daddy Shiro!

Shiro just looked at his two loved ones drive away from him. The cars behind him started blowing their horns because he wasn’t moving. He shook his head and drove his way back home. When Keith and Hunk got home, Shiro was already waiting for them in the foyer.

Shiro: *hands on hips* *taps his foot impatiently* 
Keith: *rolls his eyes fondly* *gives Shiro a kiss* We’re fine. We’re alive. We made it back. Nothing to worry about! Plus, Hunk had fun! *looks at the boy beside him* Didn’t we, baby boy?
Hunk: I wanna do it again! *cheers*
Shiro: You are not doing that again. *takes Hunk’s hand* 
Hunk: *pouts* *lets Shiro drag him to the kitchen* Why not?
Keith: Yeah, Shiro. Why not? *pouts*
Shiro: *looks at Keith and Hunk* I… you’re both giving me a heart attack!
Keith: I wasn’t even speeding. *nudges Shiro* I was like under 60.
Shiro: UNDER SIXTY??!!! *mortified* *carries Hunk* Nope. You are not taking my child on a ride ever again! Unless you learn to drive at 20! 

Years later, Hunk at 19 was at the garage changing the oil of Keith’s motorcycle. Keith joined Hunk and handed him a plate of butterscotch.

Hunk: Remember when Daddy Shiro banned me from riding with you on your motorcycle?
Keith: *munches on his butterscotch* Your Daddy’s such an old man. Doesn’t know how to have fun. *chuckles*
Hunk: *chuckles as he takes his snack* Didn’t stop you though.
Keith: *smirks* Of course not. We were sneaky. Remember when we went to the bakery that following week and you tasted your first croissant with fillings? You could hardly wait to finish them, you ate while I was driving. 
Hunk: *laughs* And I had crumbs all over your jacket!
Keith: *eyes widens* *smirks* Why didn’t you call us out though?
Shiro: *pouts* *deflates* I didn’t have proof.
Keith: *laughs* *feeds Shiro butterscotch* Like I said, sneaky. *winks*

Casual Part 3

Requests are open!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Word Count: 2480

Warnings: Smut, Bad language


    What the fuck had you done?

    You had to be the dumbest person to ever live.

    You lay in his bed considering all the choices you’d made that lead to this moment. Lying in Park Jinyoung’s bed. Naked. With severe sex hair. But that wasn’t the point.

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Requested imagine •15 Monty

Can I request a Monty image where he tries really hard to gain the readers attention and does stupid but adorable stuff to show his affection and finally she agrees to go on a date and it ends up being sexual.

You could feel something hitting the back of your head as you studied hard in class, tap, tap, tap, apparently hitting off your head, finally you turned round knowing it was Monty throwing paper trying to get your attention “what?” You shouted in a whisper he just smirked and made a kissy face as you rolled your eyes and got back to work. Later you were walking towards the cafeteria, passing your locker you saw Monty leaning against the one next to it “hey baby girl” he winked “I’m not” you mumbled and opened your locker, out fell little notes, you looked over to Monty who was pretending he hadn’t seen it but couldn’t hide the smirk on his face, you playfully hit his arm and began to pick them up off the floor “think about it baby girl” he said to you walking away.

Every note said the same thing “date? ;)” you stuffed them into your locker and decided to go home instead, you were feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. See the thing is, you desperately wanted to go out with Monty, you’d dreamed of his for months but you couldn’t handle the jock persona, it tired you, you preferred simpler life.

Sitting at home on your bed you weighed up the pros and cons of dating him. You groaned and lay down on your bed as your phone buzzed, it was a snapchat from Monty with a pouty face, he was shirtless in the picture with the caption “use that pretty little head of yours” you chuckled and snapped him back a thumbs up, you decided that you’d date him but make it hard.

Immediately you got one back “IS THAT A YES OR DO YOU JUST LIKE ME FOR ME BODY” he text you left it 30 minutes and your phone buzzed non stop till you finally gave in “come over” you replied to him. 10 minutes later there was a knock at your door, you opened the door to find a panting Monty, giggling you let him in, he didn’t say a word he just crashed his lips to yours and lifted you off your feet, you kissed back and Monty moaned “I had to do that before you changed your mind” he whispered"I’m not going to" you replied and he kissed you deeply again pushing you against the wall, you slipped your hands under his shirt and ran them up and down his abs as he pulled you closer to you.

You took his hand and lead him upstairs, laying on your bed he just stood in awe “is this a dream? Or a prank?” He asked and you shook your head “no Monty, I want you” you whispered and he crawled on top of you, you made out for what seemed like forever, Monty attacking your neck with kisses and kissing all down your torso. “Are you sure you want to do this so soon?” He asked and you nodded. He undressed and took out a condom from his pocket “were you expecting this me de la Cruz!?” You asked jokingly and he looked sheepish “I was hopeful” he said innocently while putting it on. He entered you slowly and was gentle, you thought he’d be very rough but he made love to you.

You lay panting in your bed with your legs laced together “I think I love you y/n” he painted making you laugh “I think I love you too Monty” you rolled over and kissed his chest “ready for round 2?” You asked making his eyes light up.

“Horror Fanatics.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Noah Foster x Reader


could you do a fic where it’s like the reader is Emma’s sister and reader and Noah bond over really nerdy stuff and they fall in love or something like that ??? idk that just came to mind sorry if it’s awful. love you lots 😚😚

soul mate au with Noah (mtv scream)

Words: 1058

(I combined the requests, if that’s alright. Sorry if the grammar in this is absolute crap, but I wanted to post this as soon as possible! Requests are open!)

Originally posted by hollandrooden

The hallways of George Washington High were filled with students all pushing and shoving trying to get to their next class. You looked around cluelessly, Emma, had left you to grab your schedule leaving you alone in a sea of teenagers. You itched your soulmate tattoo anxiously and shifted from one foot to the other. Your soul mate tattoo had showed up after you turned 12; you were freaking out but your sister, Emma coaxed you down and explained what it was. Another person in the world, had the exact same triangle and thick line just like yours would be your soulmate. But, you were new to Lakewood; after experiencing some difficult things with your father, your mother decided it was best for you to take a break from familiarity and go to a boarding school in California for a while.

A harsh bump knocked you out of your clueless state, making you drop your books and binder on the ground. “Crap, I’m sorry. Ah.. Once again, Noah Foster here to ruin the day.” You laughed and moved a piece of hair behind your ear, kneeling down,“No no, really it’s okay.” Butterflies were swarming around in your stomach, his eyes reached yours and you turned and blushed. Noah handed you your binder but kept a hand on your book. “Carrie?” He held it up, sticky notes lined the book in colourful papers. “No I.. Yeah… I love Stephen King.” You grabbed it back from him, your hands slightly touching sending sparks up your arm “You’re kidding?” A blush grew across your face. Great, another person thought you were a freak for annotating a horror novel and he was extremely cute. “I love his books AND his movies. I’ve seen Carrie at least 7 times. He’s pretty much my all time favorite.” Noah turned around to scrounge around in his backpack before pulling out an old copy of The Shining. His plaid shirt was propped up a little bit, you could see the small soulmate tattoo on his body. A sickening thought dropped in your body as you began to think he already had a soulmate. “Wait. Let me see that.” Noah pulled your arm out so he could take a better look, “Holy sweet mother pearl.” You both laughed, Noah smiled a crooked grin. He rolled up his sleeves more so you could compare the two tattoos, already knowing they were the same. You were soulmates. “Well, I always thought it looked a bit like a knife, y’know for serial killer buisness?” You said and bit your lip, both of you were speechless. “So, I got your schedule but I have to also run to class, do you- Oh, hey Noah. You’ve met (Y/N), my little sister.” Emma came up to you guys and cocked her head to the side to see both of your arms against each other. He looked at you and grinned, “Sister? Oh yeah! Yeah. Well you see, horror fanatics just tend to gravitate towards each other. Almost like fate put two serial killers together.” Emma watched as her little sister giggled and Noah scratched his neck letting out a nervous laugh and raised her eyebrow. “Yeah, okay.” Noah tugged on his backpack and craned his neck to look at your schedule. “Math, room 2032. I’ll walk you, maybe we can talk more about your coolness.” “Wait- (Y/N)!” Emma’s mouth left open as you left with Noah barely even noticing her, chitchatting happily.

“No way. You’ve lived in California? Ever heard of the Hitchhiker’s killer?” Noah asked, absolutely intrigued. You two had spent basically the whole day together, talking and laughing. A crush developed almost instantly after he pulled out his Stephen King book. “Did I? I was obsessed about him! Not gonna lie after reading up on him, I almost peed when a car stopped next to me when I was walking to my dorm. Turns out, all they wanted was directions.” Noah tilted his head back and laughed making you laugh. “You’re amazing.” His arm fell around your shoulders as you both continued to talk.

“I don’t know why he just doesn’t ask her out.” Brooke tipped her beer back and sat down next to Emma. “I mean, can’t you see they are just eye screwing the hell out of each other?” It’s true. The whole party you both have barely spoken to anybody but each other. He’d say something, you’d laugh; you’d say something, he’d laugh. Emma turned to face her friend, laughing “I don’t want to picture my baby sister and Noah doing it. Ever.” Audrey sat down in a huff, “That’s fricking it, if I have to watch psychopath One and Two laugh at another messed up joke, I’m gonna pass out. He keeps saying ‘She’s so pretty but I’m not sure if she likes me’ all that crap. They are obviously soul mates I mean look at them!” Both of you were huddled in the corner, Noah’s arm over your shoulder and you almost wrapped around him. Emma patted her knee and scooched over so all three girls were sitting. After such a rough experience with your father leaving and all the trauma you went through, Emma was glad to see you finally smiling and laughing. Catching her eye, you saw Emma wave you down in the midst of the party. You excused yourself and walked over  “Hey! I’ve barely spoken to you since we got here. How was your first day of school? Did you like your classes?” She asked, eager to talk to you. “Well, I.. I only came over to grab a beer for me and Noah.” Brooke snickered and hid behind her bottle when Emma shot her a look, “Don’t you want to sit down? You’ve been standing for like an hour.” Audrey asked you, beginning to get up from her seat. “No! No, really it’s alright. Noah was just telling me about his podcasts, and that’s just a story I can’t miss.” You walked back and handed Noah his beer with a content look on your face. Then once again, you resumed flirting and laughing. Emma sighed, “I mean you’d think they’d be a little more shy towards each other right? They like just met each other. Most soulmates are shy. Why aren’t they shy?” Brooke and Audrey both laughed and leaned closer to Emma. “Maybe they are in love.” Brooke made a kissy noise and winked. “Brooke, you’re so annoying!” “Maybe she’s right, its like there’s a god of serial killer fanatics up there just playing puppet.” Audrey shrugged teasingly. The three turned to look back at the pair before watching Noah dip down and give you a small kiss. Your sister’s mouth was drawn open and Brooke laughed so hard she almost fell off of the lawn couch. “I knew it!” Audrey pointed at Noah.

Two Can Play At This Game (Daveed x Reader)

So… second fic is here! I hope you guys like it, and as usual, feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Also… I’m debating on making a part two? If anyone wants it, I will gladly write it.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, a lil bit of a dirty dancing ;)

Words: 1,798

You emerged from the plane, stretching your legs after a long ride. You smoothed your hair, grabbed your carry-on, and excitedly walked through the jet bridge. After 2 years, you were finally going to see your cousin. You took in the bustle of all of the people around you, looking for the mop of curly hair that you knew all too well.

“Y/N!” someone shouted behind you, and you quickly turned around only to be pulled into a tight hug.

“Ant!” you exclaimed, hugging him back. Anthony was like a brother to you, and you were so happy to finally be reunited.

“So there’s this party tonight, I want you to go with us so you can meet everyone. And I obviously have to show you everything here, including my girlfriend Jazzy, oh gosh I hope you like her. Especially since she lives with me and you’re staying with me so that wouldn’t be good if you didn’t like her…” He babbled on and on and you just listened as he spoke at what seemed like a million miles per hour. You playfully slapped him on the arm, grabbing his attention.

“Anthony, if you like her, I’ll probably like her just as much, if not more.” you said, gathering your things and waiting for him to lead the way out of the airport. You both walked out of the airport, catching up on each others’ lives. He mainly spoke of his girlfriend, who you couldn’t wait to meet.

“Wait, Y/N/N, you know about Hamilton right?” he asked, looking over at you from the driver’s seat.

“I haven’t been living under a rock, Ant. But I’m not, so to say, obsessed with it.” you said, exaggerating obsessed.

“Good! So about that party I mentioned earlier, it’s kinda a cast party. I already checked with Lin, he said he would love for you to come!” he explained excitedly, waving one hand as he drove back to his house. You nearly choked on your water.

“A cast party? But I won’t know anyone there.”

“Yes you will, you’ll know me. And I’m assuming you’ve heard of Lin before, at least I hope you have.” He shot you a grin, earning him another swat on the arm. He pouted, you rolled your eyes, and continued the conversation from earlier.

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Morgan Rielly imagine

I just really really really love Mo so i thought why not write an imagine about him. Enjoy :)

requested: no

warnings: no

words: 1k words

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

He really didn’t know what he did to deserve you. Morgan and you have been dating for a few months now and to him, those were the happiest months of his life. Of course it was hard with him being away so much but you could deal. You were working as a model and you had some control over your schedule so you tried to only book shootings during the time Morgan was gone. This allowed the two of you to spend your time together when he was home. You had to stay in shape for your job and he had to stay in shape his job so working out together had become a regular thing in both your life, which really just was an excuse for the two of you to stay at home and pig out every so often. Lazy afternoons spent in your underwear and oversized sweaters had become a regular in your lives as well. He was simply amazed by your ability to eat an entire pizza by yourself and still look so heavenly. Your long, bare legs stretched across the couch, your body wrapped up in his hoodie, the sun shining just right to give you the illusion of a halo. In that moment the only thing he could think of was to pull out a phone and snap a picture before the moment passed. 

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*Entranced By You* Newt x reader

◘ ly–canthrope asked: 

Or or! He is always looking at the reader and just gazing (husband wife whatever) but he just loves looking at her and just how love smitten he is. I have no clue if you’ve done this before sorry omg

❤ Enjoy this little imagine! Wrote it before I head to work. Needed something cheery before I go in for a long day. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Gently turing the pages of your book, you yawned and continued reading. Newt, your husband, was sitting across the room from you in his own chair; going over his manuscript while Pickett sat perched upon his shoulder.

Your legs were curled up next to you, your nightgown only covering up just above your knees. Newt always loved when you lounged in your pajamas. You always looked so cuddly and cute.

You turned another page and rested your head against your hand as you continued reading. 

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Dating a Park at a Park ( Park Woojin )

Author’s Note: please ignore the bad title lmao.. I hope you enjoy my first writing :-) 

Character: Park Woojin

Genre: Fluff☁️

Word Count: 1,345


You and Woojin have been dating for a while and are all cute n lovey dovey.
You guys decide to go on a date to the park because it’s nice out and nature is lovely.

It was early in the afternoon and Woojin receives a text from you saying:

Y/N: “Woojinie!! It’s nice out so let’s have a date day at the park :-) <3″ 

He smiles reading the text and blushes slightly at the little heart emoji at the end of your text. 

Woojinie: “Alright. I’ll meet up at your place at 12:00?”

You instantly rely to the text, agreeing to it and happily go to your bedroom, ripping everything out of your closet trying to find a cute outfit to wear. After throwing as many outfits as you could, you finally settle for a simple outfit: a long knit cardigan with a simple tee tucked into some high-waisted shorts. You had around a hour left before he were to arrive and ran to the bathroom to throw on some simple makeup and appreciating how cute you looked, hoping that your boyfriend would too once he got here. 

Woojin was probably as frantic as you were, throwing on as many outfits he had as well, also settling with a simple outfit of a graphic tee that looked nice with the flannel he wore over, rolling up the sleeves, and a pair of ripped jeans. It took around 10 minutes to take a car to your place, so he used his time wisely, making sure he had all of the things he needed for the day, aka his wallet, phone, and his love for you ;) im sorry lmao.  Looking at the time on his phone and realizing it was almost 12, he runs outside and catches a taxi to your place. 

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anonymous asked:

Thank u for those sweet gifs, u r the best!! It makes me so happy to see that Jensen's touch really does have that make-you-feel-good effect on Jared, beyond the jokes and bad cover ups. I think we get to glimpse the real thing also because Jensen touches him so rarely at cons, so sometimes Jared's caught a bit unaware, but Jensen? Can u think of any time where his mask slips because of Jared's touch? And I mean something Jared initiated -Italian Anon

Hello again, dear Italian Anon!

Thank you for your sweet words. Can I start by rectifying a terrible overlook on my part? You wanted to see Jensen touching Jared’s hair and I didn’t think to add this very significant moment on the list.

This was during JibCon16, as you probably know very well. Being Italian, perhaps you were there to see it? To recap the moment very shortly, Jared apologized for not attending the previous year (due to his breakdown), Jensen wrapped him in a protective hug and touched his hair. I’m thinking he knew exactly what his boy needed at that moment to comfort him. From another angle you can clearly see how Jared closes his eyes and just melts into Jensen’s arms.

Originally posted by jaredbottoms

Ahh, back in the day! Jensen looks absolutely giddy when his cute puppy of a boyfriend surprises him with a sweet hug and a pat on the head. These are the Heart Eyes™ we all know and love. 

I am not exactly sure where this is from. If someone knows the photographer, please let me know so I can credit. In any case, Jensen’s expression looks so soft and content that I can’t pass up the opportunity to bring this up. This is how I imagine him to react to Jared’s touches behind closed doors.

(Credit: Marie610) This little hug from Asylum 6 looks like it’s making Jensen feel a little dizzy. No wonder, Jared undoubtedly gives great hugs!

Originally posted by darlingcap

I can’t not mention this classic. This gif is so well made! We see Jensen’s initial heart eyes before he pulls back with a small smile and turns to watch his boy go. Sometimes I truly wonder what Jared’s intentions were here - did he want to really kiss Jensen right there? He came in sporting a solemn expression, made a kissy face, gave him an out that Jensen took and took off laughing.

(Source: Fangasm) This is Jensen after he discovers Jared’s hand is hovering over his chest but before Jared pinches his nipple. I guess that was taking things a little too far. ;) This happened in Dallascon 2016.

Oh my… I think this got a little long. Italian Anon, you always have the most interesting questions! Thank you for throwing me a message. I hope your Monday was alright and Tuesday is even better!

home (john murphy au)

Plot: You hadn’t been home in four years. People always gave you crap about never going home, but you couldn’t take any time off between your three majors and two jobs throughout your four years of college. When you left home, you kind of left all your friends behind, even the best friend and potential love of your life John Murphy. You finally give in and come home for Christmas break.

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader, Lincoln x Octavia, Bellamy Blake x Raven Reyes, Lincoln x Reader (siblings)

Warnings: cursing probably, cute family reunion!

A/N: Linctavia got married before the reader left for college! Octavia is a couple years older than the reader and a couple years younger than Lincoln. You and Murphy would text each other every few months, but it’d be nothing major. and I think that’s it! I hope you guys enjoy it. pls tell me what you think! (no gifs are mine!!)

It was finally time to head back home for Christmas, seeing as you only had an internship and a couple classes left to get your degrees. You hadn’t told your parents, though, thought it’d be best to surprise them.

So here you were: in front of the house you grew up in, gifts and duffle bag in tow. You can hear the laughter and the ruckus from over here and you can’t help but smile. You take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. Before you can compose yourself, someone opens the door and whispers your name. You look up to see your childhood best friend John Murphy.

“John,” you whisper, a large smile on your face as you take in John’s appearance. College had been kind to him. What used to be a lanky, angry boy is now a sophisticated, broad-shouldered man. “You’ve got glasses now.”

“So do you,” he takes another second to look at you before holding his arms out. “Come on, bring it in.”

You smile widely and wrap your arms around him, feeling at home for the first time in years.

“John, who’s at the door?” You hear your mom’s voice call out and you pull away from John, pressing a finger to your lips.

“Oh, no one important,” he yells back, earning a playful glare from you.

You walk past him, nudging him as you make your way inside. You stop once you’re just outside the kitchen, bumping into your mom on her way out.

“Surprise?” You give her a soft smile as her face lights up, a couple unknown tears falling down her cheeks.

“Allan! Come look who’s here,” she cries happily, wrapping her arms around you for the first time in four years.

“Who is–?” Your father’s eyes land on you and you let out a light chuckle, a tear running down your face this time.

“Hey, papa,” you whisper and your father wraps his arms around you and your mom, unshed tears in his eyes as he kisses the top of your head.

“It’s our little girl! She’s home,” he kisses your mom’s head and then yours again, a large smile on his face.

“I’m so glad I’m home,” you whisper, squeezing them tightly before pulling away. “I brought gifts for everyone!”

“Oh sweetie, you didn’t have to,” your parents smile widely at you, still unable to believe you’re home.

“Are you kidding me? She’s been gone for years, she better have brought a TON of gifts,” you hear your brother Lincoln’s voice and you playfully roll your eyes. “Stop that and get over here!”

He holds his arms out and you drop your bags, quickly running over to him and holding him close. He’d visit you often, mostly with the kids but sometimes just with his wife Octavia. His precious little family loved you… and New York.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Lincoln pulls away and ruffles your hair.

“Because you’d tell Octavia who you know damn well cannot keep a secret from Mom. You know she–OW, O!” You feel someone pinch your shoulder and you know it’s Octavia.

Your mom and dad kiss your head and tell you they’re heading to the living room to entertain some guests.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me!” You groan as she wraps her arms around you. “The kids have been asking about you.”

“They’re driving us all nuts,” John pipes up, stepping into the circle as Octavia rolls her eyes, chuckling. “They have this wierd idea that you and I are married, Y/N.”

“What?” You smile, your heart racing as you think of the possibility. “Why do they think that?’

“They see pictures of us all over the house and ask questions. It’s what kids do,” John shrugs as Lincoln smirks at you two.

“Well that and Murphy’s never denied it. He wholeheartedly accepts it.”

“That’s also true. I could do worse than you,” John looks you up and down and you smack his shoulder.

“You could do a lot worse, but not at all better,” you flip your hair over your shoulder and high-five Octavia.

“Oh come on, like you could do better than me!” John scoffs and you raise a brow at him.

“Is that a challenge?”

“No please don’t leave me,” he groans and rests his head in the crook of your shoulder, bringing a smirk to your face.

“Thought so.”

“What’s going on in here?” You hear a deep voice and look up to find Bellamy, Octavia’s older brother.

“Oh, nothing, just the once every four years spectacle,” Lincoln shrugs and you smack the back of his head.

“Oh, Y/N’s home?” Bellamy walks into the kitchen, a wide smile on his face. “Hey there, stranger!”

“Hey, you!” You smile wide and wrap your arms around him, a smile on both your faces. You close your eyes and hold onto him longer than you did the others.

You don’t see the smile fall from John’s face. You don’t see the bitter realization that he factors in. He walks out, not waiting for any explanation.

Octavia and Lincoln watch him leave, a disappointed look in both of their eyes as they watch you and Bellamy.

“Um… is there something going on here?” You open your eyes as Lincoln clears his throat, crossing both arms over his chest and taking on his older brother role.

“No,” You laugh and pull away as Bellamy gulps, physically scared of your older brother.

“You’re my best friend, man. I wouldn’t go behind your back and steal your sister,” Bellamy clears his throat, a little calmer as he realizes he has nothing to be scared of.

“So then what is this?” Lincoln points between the two of you and you both burst out laughing. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Bellamy visited me a few times in New York, yeah, but not because he wanted to see me,” you glare at Bellamy who holds his hands up in surrender.

“To be fair, the first time I did want to check in on you!” He rolls his eyes as you scoff.

“Sure, he only kept coming back to visit because he’s head over heels in love with my roommate Raven,” you make kissy noises as Bellamy’s face grows red. “Look at him, awwww!”

Lincoln and Octavia let out a sigh, sounding almost relieved as they realized nothing happened between you two.

“Oh thank the lord,” Octavia groans, rubbing her temples and looking at you. “I pictured you and my brother together and honestly it’s a little sickening.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty damn gross,” Lincoln shudders and you laugh, waiting for John to comment. Only you look around the kitchen and don’t spot him.

“Where’s John?” You furrow your brows as Octavia and Lincoln have a telepathic conversation. “Guys seriously. Where is he?”

“Check the treehouse,” Bellamy’s smiling at you… they’re all smiling at you.

“What’s with the faces…?” You narrow your eyes and Lincoln just smiles in return.

“Just go talk to John and you’ll get it,” Octavia wraps her arms around Lincoln and sighs. “GO!”

“Okay, fine, fine,” you furrow your brows and do as you’re told.

You make your way to the treehouse, nostalgia running through you. You and Lincoln would always play on this stupid treehouse. You two would camp out some nice summer nights. When the Murphy’s moved next door, Lincoln invited John to your camp outs, too. You were all a family, kind of like you are now. Only when you were a kid, you didn’t want to jump John’s bones.

“John?” You whisper, slowly climbing up the ladder.

“Y/N?” He whispers, confused as you spot him by the windows.

“What? Can’t a girl climb into her treehouse?” You smile at him and he shrugs, looking down.

“Did you bring Bellamy up here?”

“Why would I bring Bellamy to our special place?” You whisper, brows furrowed as you walk over to him.

“Well, he’s your special someone, so I thought you’d bring him up here,” he looks up at you and brings a bottle to his lips.

“Oh, John, it’s Christmas Eve! Please don’t get drunk,” you chuckle and sit by the window, facing him. “And Bellamy isn’t my special someone.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he mutters, lifting the bottle up yet again.

“Give me that,” you glare and swipe the bottle from an already tipsy John. “Bellamy is my good friend. He helped me through some tough times in college, so in turn I helped him get my roommate.”

“What?” John looks up at you, brow raised as though not believing you.

“He’s quite in love with my roommate Raven,” you shrug, a smile on your face. “They’re cute together.”

“There’s no way! He could’ve had you, but he went with some Raven? I don’t buy it,” he scoffs looking away.

“Fine, here’s proof,” you roll your eyes and pull out your phone, swiping through the pictures on your phone until you come across one of Bellamy and Raven kissing. “Here.”

“Let me see that,” he grabs the phone and studies the picture before handing your phone back and muttering. “Okay, she’s pretty. But he’s still stupid for passing you up.”

“I’m flattered you think so, John,” you chuckle, shaking your head and looking down. “He couldn’t have me even if he wanted to.”

“H-how come?” John stutters out, clearing his throat as he tries not to let his heart soar.

“I was hoping I’d have someone back home waiting for me,” you shrug and look up at him, the vulnerability in your voice surprising him.

He stares at you for a solid minute and you think that maybe the comment went over his head or maybe he actually secretly hated you or maybe–

“I-I’ve been waiting for you back home,” he whispers and you see the light in his eyes, the hopefulness.

“Oh thank god,” you whisper and in a moment of relief, you lean forward and hungrily capture his lips with yours.

John’s eyes grow wide before he quickly shuts them, wanting to prolong this moment. His hands move to your shoulders and gently cup your face, rubbing your cheeks as you both pull away for a breath.

“I-I don’t know what came over me, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d pounce–”

“Yeah, you better be sorry,” John whispers, nudging your nose with his own. “If you think this guy’s gonna put out that easily, you’ve got another thing coming.”

You fall against each other, laughing and kissing.

“It’s good to be home, isn’t it?” He whispers, green eyes boring into yours.

“It’s great.”

Drunken Mistakes-Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Title: Drunken Mistakes

Word count: 1774

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: Sappy and cliche, alcohol and insinuation to sex. I think that’s it.

A/N: Well, here’s a Lin fic, like I promised. Let me know if you like it. Also, I noticed that some of my other fics has gotten over twenty notes, so thank you for that! There might be an Usnavi fit soon too (and when I say soon, I mean in like, a week or two).



It had been late at night. You were drunk and happy and spending time with your favourite people in the world; the Hamilton cast. It was after a show and all of you had decided you wanted to go out. The night had been great! Drinking alcohol, dancing, flirting. The only thing you didn’t like was when Lin, the person you were completely in love with, had started to flirt with this girl. 

At first it had been some innocent flirting. Touching her arm, laughing at her jokes, winking. And then he had brought her to the dance floor, and they had danced really closely. You could almost hear your heart shatter.  

You tried to drown it out with a shot. Then another. Then another. And before you had known it, you were winning in a contest with Daveed over who could down more shots. 

Suddenly you had forgotten why you were upset in the first place. All you could focus on was the buzzing from the alcohol and the happiness you felt when you won over Daveed. No one ever won over Daveed.

And then you had seen Lin again, your heart leaping up to your throat. You hadn’t been right in your mind, but then again, he wasn’t either. You walked up to him, dragged him over to the dance floor away from the girl, and started dance with him. You jumped up and down, you shook your head, you put your hands in the air like you just didn’t care, and he was there with you, slowly coming closer to you, until there was barely any space left between you. And that’s when you kissed him. And he kissed you back. And it was messy, teeth clanking and sloppy and there was tongues everywhere. It was filled with passion, and lust, and love from your side. And before you knew it you were in the backseat of a cab, his hand riding up your thigh and his lips on your neck.
You had barely made it inside the door in his apartment in Washington Heights before you started ripping off clothes.

You barely remembered anything from that night, and when you woke up the next day it was with a splitting headache and crushing embarrassment. He had been asleep, one arm secured around your waist and the other under his head as a pillow. 

He looked hot, but vulnerable. He looked beautiful. And of course you panicked, and of course you managed to get out of his grip, silently gathering your clothes and sneak out of his apartment, all while he laid asleep in his bed, safe and sound.

You had avoided him since that day, although it was pretty hard as you worked as his assistant, making sure he had everything he needed and didn’t miss any deadlines or important meetings, all the while making sure he was healthy and feeling good. Talking with him on a daily basis was in your job description.
It was not only you and him who noticed how tense and awkward everything had become between you. The others had noticed too, and one day they confronted you about it.


“So, what’s up with you and Lin?” Pippa had casually asked as she applied her makeup by the mirror.

You could feel your whole body tense and a blush spread to your cheeks.
“W-What do you mean? Nothing’s going on with me and Lin.”
Damn, you were bad at lying.

“Mhmm.” Pippa hummed, not looking at you but humming in a tone that told you she didn’t believe you.

“It’s true!” You squealed, your voice going higher because of your lie. “Nothing’s going on.” 

“I’m just saying, ever since that night out where you left together, you have not been the same.” She turned to you now, finished with her makeup.

You could feel warmth spread across your cheeks and your head spin. She had seen. Oh my god, how many else had seen this? 

“Were we that noticeable?” You whispered, your head in your hands and your voice laced with embarrassment.

“No, but we notice it when the guy who gave us our jobs leave with the girl who helps him on his job.”

“Ugh. Damn it, I thought there were to many in the club to notice!”

You looked up at Pippa who had a smirk on her face.

“Shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything!” She held her hands up in surrender.

“You were thinking. It’s annoying.” You said with a smile, instantly feeling better by the reference.

Both of you burst out laughing.


The next day was hard. You had talked to Lin, because of your job, in front of everyone, so everyone could enjoy the awkward and tense air between you and Lin. A blush was evident on your cheeks again, as every time you looked at Lin, you were reminded of him laying in his bed, naked but with his covers hiding him from the waist down. You remembered how it had felt waking up next to him, and for just one second feeling like you were his. Sometimes you wondered if things had been different if you didn’t run away.

“Yeah, okay, thank you.” Lin said as you told him that his costume had been broken, but you had taken it to the costume department to fix. 

He was twiddling his thumbs and wiping his hands off on his pants and avoiding eye contact with you, and you started to get angry.

“Hey, can you at least look at me?!” You exclaimed.  

It had already been a bad day, and this was making it worse. His head snapped up, and his dark brown eyes met yours, and suddenly all the anger seeped out of you, just as fast as it came.

“I’m sorry, it’s been a long day.”  (“You oughta stay”… sorry, couldn’t help myself :P )

You could hear Pippa mutter something to Jasmine, but you ignored them as you continued to stare at Lin. You should talk with him. You couldn’t continue going like this. It was not fair to him, or you, or any of the other cast members that had to survive with the tension always being created between the two of you.

“I think we need to talk.” You both said at the same time.

Lin grinned sheepishly, but then looked around at the other people in the room who was trying to pretend they weren’t listening in on your conversation. 

“Okay, come with me.” Lin said and grabbed your arm, dragging you with him out of the room.

You could hear the whistling and see the kissy-faces Daveed made towards the two of you the door slammed shut behind you. Lin didn’t stop though, he continued down the hall, turned to the left and then continued until you reached his dressing room. 

He let go of your arm then, and you couldn’t help but feel a little sad at the loss of contact. 

No, Y/N, you can’t think about this now.

You shook your head and followed Lin inside his room and felt the growing feeling of regret as the door shut close behind you, enveloping you and Lin in an awkward silence, much like the other times you had talked the last week.

This was a bad idea.

“So, that night…” Lin trailed off, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, that was some night.” You tried to smile but it quickly faltered.

“Yeah.” Lin suddenly found a interest in his shoes, his eyes staying focused on the tip of them. “Y/N. We can’t keep doing this. It’s affecting our jobs.” He sighed, finally looking up from his shoes.

“I know.” 

You would like to say you didn’t notice it when he stepped closer, but your romantic interest in him made you very aware of him at all times. You would notice it even if he shifted weight from one foot to another.

“I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot, and waking up to you sneaking out of my apartment after what has probably been the best night of my life, it, it didn’t feel good.” 

Lin tilted your head up, and you gulped. Your heart started to race at the close proximity as a blush spread to your face and your stomach flipped. 

Gosh, this was like taken straight out of a sappy romance book.

But then again, you were feeling all the sappy feelings from a book. The butterflies, the warmth, the hope, the happiness. It was all there, making your brain foggy and your knees weak.

“I like you too Lin.” 

“But?” He knew it was a but there. The sentence wasn’t finished.

“But, and this will sound really cliche and sappy; I’m your manager. You’re my boss, and it just seems wrong.” You sighed, cringing of how cliche that sounded.

“I know that. And I know it would be hard. But please, give this a chance! We can make it work, and we can live a happy filled with sunshine and rainbows.” He said, a teasing tone lacing his voice at the last words.

“There have to be rain before a rainbow.” 

He stepped even closer, grabbed your hands and brought them up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.

“And we will dance through that rain like it’s nothing. Y/N, we can make this work, you know it!”

You bit your lip. You already knew that the boss/employed thing wasn’t the problem. Sure, you blamed it on that, but in reality it was the fear of rejection. Of a broken heart. You could stay friends with him, and although it wasn’t what you ultimately wanted, at least that would be better than the other option. Getting hurt by him. Give yourself in, trust him enough and give him your heart, only for the chance that he could smash it in his hands or drop it. Then nothing would be the same anymore. Because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay friends with him then.

“I, I just don’t know Lin. I know it shouldn’t be this hard, but, it is.” 

You looked down at your shoes, but Lin tilted it up again for the second time that day. His eyes flickered down to your lips. You could barely breathe, anticipation building up inside you.

“Let me try to convince you then.”

And just like that, his lips were on yours, and it was truly like one of those romance books. Fireworks, stars, sparks. And when you pulled away there was only word that rang in your head.


Up All Night

Originally posted by grboynews

Neon lights flash and bathe the crowded dance floor in color as some dance remix pulses beneath your feet. The scent of alcohol, smoke, and sweat is overwhelming you as you follow your friends through the throngs of people but you push through, ready to find a table and order drinks. The less time you have to spend pressed against the sweaty masses, the better you’ll feel.

And when you all settle into your booth, one of your friends voices the sentiment. “Is it busier tonight or am I just imagining things?” one of your friends questions as your group settles into a booth far enough from the dance floor to hold a conversation, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this this crowded.” The others murmur their agreement and the unlucky friend whose turn it is to get the drinks grumbles about it as she leaves the safety of the booth.

“The Just Music guys are performing tonight,” you inform her as you slip off your jacket, “they’re probably here for them.”

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Dear Journal,

This morning, Teddy was feeling better. He was still a bit on a low but his smile was back. I gave him a bath and put him in freshly clean pyjamas. Since it was sunny outside, I let the sheets and clothes dry on the washing line. They smelt fresh and had a hint of a flowery smell. Sirius carried Teddy around all day long. He wouldn’t leave his arms. He just stayed cuddled into his fathers neck. Sirius eventually gave up his tasks and sat on chair on the balconny, enjoying the beautiful weather with a tired Teddy in his arms. Sirius kept pointing all the colourful birds flying around our backyard and hiding in our bird house to Teddy. It was our unique birdhouse. Sirius made it with Teddy the other day. While Teddy painted the bird house in pretty colours, Sirius had carved some words into the wood. “Black-Lupin’s Bird house”.

“Look Teddy, a Blue Jay! Isn’t it beautiful!” Sirius said, showing Teddy the flying animal.

“Blue!” Teddy said.

“Yes! Good job my teddy bear!” Sirius chuckled, kissing the baby’s cheek.

“Padda?” Teddy asked.

“Yes love?”

“I lowe you.”

“Oh I love you two Teddy. I love you so so so much. You are my little treasure. I would do anything for you..” Sirius smiled, his eyes not leaving Teddy’s.

And Teddy made a kissy face and left a kiss on Sirius’ nose. They both giggled and Sirius hugged him tighter. They looked so adorable. My heart was slowly melting. Sirius’ strong arms were holding Teddy’s small figure. His face burried into the baby’s neck. He slowly brushed his big hand on Teddy’s small back, making him fall asleep in minutes. I walked outside and stood behind Sirius, letting my hands travel on his bare shoulders.

“You two are too cute for me to handdle..” I whispered, trying not to wake Teddy up.

“I love him so much Remus. I can’t imagine what would’ve happen if he stayed at this orphanage…” Sirius said, getting emotional.

I sat in front of him and carressed his cheek. His eyes were glossy.

“Pads.. Don’t think about that.. He won’t get back ever.. He’s a part of this family now.” I smiled, trying to make him think about something else.

“I just can’t imagine life without him.. He’s my new love now!” He quietly chuckled.

“Hey! He can’t take my place!” I laughed.

“What a weird family we have… A son who’s a baby metamorphagus, a father really hot who’s actually a werewolf, and a pureblood-bloodtraitor who can change himself into a dog.. isn’t it the perfect family?” He chuckled.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better one.” I smiled.

“Me neither.. I love you Re.”

“I love you too”

May 7th 1998


-Michael Smut-

You opened your eyes and sat up. You stretched your arms out and yawned. The sun was shining bright and you could hear birds chirping. It was the perfect lazy-day.
You got up and walked to your dresser and looked in the mirror. You let out a loud screech. “MICHAEL!! YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!” You yelled at your best friend, who was currently living with you because he was on break from tour. “MICHAEL YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!”
Let’s put it simply, Michael had dyed your hair neon pink. You looked like a complete freak and you hated it. He walked into the room and burst out laughing at your reaction.
“Oh my gosh! Y-you look so….” He fell to the floor clutching his stomach while laughing loudly. “Jeez, I appreciate that you find this amusing but why the fuck would you even do this” he laughed for about a minute more before getting up. “You never agreed to colour your hair..so I decided that I would do it for you.” He said shrugging, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “I hate you!” You said grumbling and pouting.
“Well that’s too bad babe, coz I love you!” You straightened your back surprised at what he just said. “You do?” you asked hesitantly. “Um yeah, I meant like in a friends way” he said flinching at his terrible lie. You stepped closer to him, as close as you could get without stepping on his feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair.
“I love you too” you whispered against his lips and crashed them with yours. You’ll started kissing and he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You granted him access and your tongues started battling for dominance. He obviously won an you could feel him smirk into the kiss. “Jump” he whispered, pulling apart for less than a second. You complied and wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you with ease and walked, pushing you up against the wall. “By the way, your new hair is soo hot!” He said in between kisses. He stated kissing down your neck and you moaned loudly when he kissed you underneath your ear. He smirked knowing he had found your sweet spot and started sucking on the spot. You moaned and started grinding your hips against michaels. You could feel his excitement and whispered “Bed, now”
He walked you over to the bed and layed you down carefully. He got on top of you and you started kissing again. He tugged at the bottom of your top and you hummed a yes. He pulled off your top and immediately started kissing the valley of your breasts and left love bites on the exposed skin of your breasts and stomach. “Michael” you whimpered as you arched your back and he reached his arm around your back to unclip your bra. You pulled it off and He stared at them for a second before taking your breasts in his hand and massaging them. He lowered his head and started sucking on your hardening nipples. He tweaked them with his pointer finger and thumb and you moaned so loudly. “I know I can make you cum like this” Michael whispered in your ear. You groaned at his dirty words, knowing he was right. He unbuttoned and pushed down your denim shorts. You quickly took off his band tshirt and told him to get rid of his jeans. He got off of you and started taking off his skinny jeans. After a moment of jumping around to remove them, he got back on top of you.
“Thanks for the strip-tease mikey” you giggled, teasing Michael. “It’s not easy to wear or take off skinny jeans babe. But it is easy to take this off” he said gesturing to your underwear. The amount of time it took from Michael to go from playful to sexy baffled you. “Can I…….?” There he goes again. You nodded and he took of your underwear. He blew on your clit, making you squirm. He put one finger into you and then another. After a few minutes of thrusting in and out he plunged in two more fingers without warning. You moaned and let out a string of curses. You tugged on his hair and he groaned. “Mikey, I’m close” you said and he started sucking on your clit. You doubled over in pleasure as you came all over his fingers. He licked up all your juices and came back up. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. You slipped your hand underneath his boxers and grabbed his length. “Y/N!” He moaned. You started moving your hand up and down slowly, teasingly. “Please…” You pushed off his boxers and put your mouth on the head. You deep throated him and worked your hand on whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. “I-I’m close” he choked out. He grabbed your hair and pushed your hair forward making you gag. You felt him twitch in your mouth and you let out a moan, sending vibrations throughout him. With a few more pumps, he came in your mouth.
You kissed him once more before rubbing your slit with his dick. He moaned and so did you. “Y/N! Michael you home??” You heard the familiar voice of Calum. “Helllooooooo?” Yelled Ashton. “Guess they are not here” you heard Luke. “Let’s check the bedroom” you and Michael quickly scrambled off the bed and did the best to cover your selves with the clothes from the floor. You saw the door nob turning and let out a loud screech. “Get out of here!!” They turned around covering their eyes as slammed the door shut.
“Fucking boys ruined it..” You grumbled and Michael just laughed as he started redressing. You put your clothes on as well and and walked out hand in hand with Michael. You heard whistles as soon as you saw the boys in sight. They made mock kissy faces at you. “Btw nice hair” Luke said “I see Michael has influenced you in more than one way..” He muttered after that. “Hey! I like her hair okay! It’s hot!” Michael looked at you smirking and then top the boys, “We didn’t even get to fuck, thanks for coming” he shook his head in amusement, slightly annoyed. Ashton then said, “Okay go shoo! Little rabbits!” You rolled your eyes and flicked your neon pink hair over your shoulder before walking back into the room with Michael hot on your trail.

A/N: This a repost and it’s really old so forgive me if it’s shitty x

Guess What?

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x reader

Request: Oh okay can you do Jared x if your okay with Jared x Faith Details: Jared And Faith go live with their children Audrey and Asher padalecki and they tell more exciting news about faith that she’s pregnant if that’s okay Asher: 3 yrs old Audrey: 13 yrs old Both kids have brown hair And green and brown eyes( just giving you details of what they look like) i hope that Will do (by @faifre123)

Summary: You and Jared get back from a convention with an announcement/surprise for your kids, who are coming home (from staying at a friend’s house while you’re gone) in the morning. 

Warnings: some swearing, lots of fluffy making out, implied smut? i guess? (considering the fact that the reader’s pregnant?? logical step, amiright? lol), no actual smut

Word count: 1639

A/N: So freaking sorry for taking so long with this request​. It’s kinda been a rough couple weeks, and, seriously, I’m so sorry. <3 It was a good prompt, and I had fun writing it! (Also, I changed Faith to a y/n insert…) 
Requests are still open!
(GIF not mine.)

I yawned a little, opening the car door slowly. It was two in the morning, but we were finally back home after JIBcon. Jared slammed his door shut, and headed to the back of the SUV to get our stuff. He was about to grab a duffle bag when I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and partially stood up on tiptoes, pressing a few kisses against his neck.

“We can just get it tomorrow, Jare.” I groaned, kind of just wanting to crash (and next to Jared preferably) after that long weekend and the flight home.

He pulled me in front of him, his hands sliding down my back and hooking into the belt loops on my jeans, tugging me even closer to his chest, his mouth brushing against mine gently, but I could feel a rougher undertone. “Yeah? Is that what you wanna do?” His voice was low as he whispered the words against my jaw. His lips touched my neck, and he started sucking and nipping at my skin there.

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slagmaker  asked:

brUH i also started watching vld for the supposed "canon" klance. I wasn't really paying much attention till Keith gently took Shiro's face and turned his head with emphasis on his parted kissy looking lips and Keith got all watery eyed. IM'd my friend who recommended it like "OH is Klance is the big scarred guy and the badass little guy?? that's what i'm supposed to ship? because I agree". Turns out I was wrong, but it was too late. I was a dirty Sheith.

there’s a post going around where Sh/iro is replaced with L/ance in that scene, point proven