look at the second one boo

Request:
could you pleaaasee write an imagine where dan’s doing a live show and y/ n joins in and dan sort ofjust dazes at them as their talking to his younow audience and the comments blow up about heart eyes howell and then they share a cute lil moment with everyone watching??? thanks!

A/N:I am so sorry that it’s so short, the next one is going to be longer I promise
~•~

Dan looks down on his phone, and then back at the screen of his computer:“It’s already 11pm, and I guess some of you have school tomorrow.”,he runs a hand through his hair and can see how the comments start to focus on his ‘Hobbit Hair’ :“So now I’m going to do 5 more minutes, but then I’m going to watch anime or something.”

He looks at the comments and isn’t realising that his girlfriend, Y/N, came into the room.
She goes up to him as quietly as she can and holds a finger on her mouth
And then, with a loud ‘BOO’ she jumps right next to his chair.

“HOLY MOTHER OF-MY GOD Y/N!”,he screams and Y/N starts to laugh hysterically while the comments explode once again.
Now every second one is about the face he made.

“Yeah haha funny.”,he says ironically and looks in the camera of his computer:“haha.. shut up..”

Y/N gives her boyfriend a soft kiss on his cheek and starts to look on the comments.

At first Dan and Y/N thought that the Phandom would hate her,
but they didn’t.
To be honest it seems like most of them are truly appreciating what she does for him and Phil.

“How are you?”,Y/N reads one comment out loud:“Well today was a little bit stressful, but-”

Dan cant help himself but to stares at her.
His brown eyes trail from her eyes down to her pink lips, and back up.
In this entire universe there’s nothing-and when he says nothing then there’s really nothing- more prettier than her.

And he don’t know why, but he starts to think about their first meeting in the supermarket.
She talked about her roommate, and how she kept eating all of her Cereal.
And Dan knew immediately that she’s the one for hi-

“Dan?”,a voice brings him back into reality:“Is everything alright, darling?”
Her eyes are locked with his and instead of giving her a answer, he continues to stares at her.

The following silence is comfortable, and after a few minutes Y/N looks back at the computer.
With red cheeks she sees that everyones just writing one sentence.

“ Heart Eyes Howell.”

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 1)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

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- Knuckles Playlist


Talk about a third date. 

If it were any other boy you’d probably be out at a restaurant or something on a night like this, flirting nervously across the dinner table while you try to decipher if he likes you enough to take your relationship to the next level. You’ve gone through the dating routine once or twice before, and had a pretty good idea of what to expect; if someone had told you a month ago you’d be standing right outside of a boxing ring while your date and another shirtless man beat each other to a pulp, you would’ve thought they were crazy. 

The crowd around you gasps and your own stomach lurches, empathetically feeling the punch that Ashton just took to the cheek. Blood is already dripping down his face, the source of it located just over his left eyebrow. He looks like a mess yet he’s still on his feet somehow, determined to keep retaliating, apparently even if it kills him. 

“Don’t worry,” Calum says next to you after noticing your concerned expression, “I’ve seen him win in worse conditions.“ 

You want to smile, appreciative of his effort to ease your mind, but every couple of seconds Ashton keeps getting hit, hard. It doesn’t matter to you whether he wins or loses, you just hope that your fourth date won’t have to take place beside a hospital bed. 

"Is it almost over?” you ask Calum, too new to this sport to know the ins and outs of the rule book. 

“One more round after th–Oh!

You missed what happened, but look back at the ring to find the opponent, a man named Donovan Diaz, struggling to stand up. Given the cheers from the audience, it sounds like most of the people here have their money on Ashton, and he just brought them one step closer to profiting. 

The round concludes and the fighters return to their separate corners, two teams quickly making their way into the ring to begin fixing up their boys. You wish you were allowed up there, yearning just to talk to Ashton, to treat him gently after witnessing the beating he’s taken for the last half an hour. Sitting on the short stool between rounds is the closest he’s been to you all night, each break like a minute-long tease that only makes you want to be near him more. You haven’t even said hi to him yet, not given the chance to do so before the match started. 

He knows you’re here, though. He spotted you next to his friend Calum after walking away from the first round, and lost focus for a brief second to give you a smile and a flirty wink. Some crowd members noticed, chiming in with playful remarks and whistles, causing your cheeks to burn bashfully. Ashton seemed so confident and well put together then, but that spark isn’t as evident now that he can barely keep his swollen eyes open while his crew tidies up his blood-splattered face. 

"How long has he been doing this?” you turn to Calum again. 

He snorts. “Boxing or fighting?" 

"Is there a difference?" 

"Ashton only started boxing a little over two years ago,” Calum explains, “But he, uh, used to get in a lot of trouble before that." 

"You mean he used to get in street fights.”

Calum pauses too long for it to go unnoticed. “Look, his childhood wasn’t the best, y'know? His old man used to come home from the bar every night and use the kid as a punching bag." 

You glance at Ashton as he spits a mixture of water and blood into a bucket. His face is clean enough now to show the dark bruises rapidly blooming under his eyes. He’s nodding along to something one of his crew members is saying to him, his earlier enthusiasm overcome by exhaustion. It hurts your stomach to picture a younger version of him having to endure the same type of pain. 

"Maybe don’t tell him I mentioned that,” Calum says. “I don’t think that’s what he meant when he asked me to put in a good word." 

You almost laugh, reminded of Ashton’s charm. Of course he asked Calum to talk to you about him. Even when he’s busy in the ring, knocking the hell out of another man for the entertainment of hundreds of people, he still wants you to like him. 

The next round begins sooner than you’re ready for it to, signaled by the chime of a bell. Ashton and Donovan force themselves to their feet, meeting each other and the referee in the center of the ring. The audience is much louder now that the end of the match is in sight, aggressively encouraging their favorite boxers to win for their own selfish reasons. You unintentionally hold your breath as the men begin circling each other; every movement sets you on edge, unsure of how many more times Ashton can get hit without collapsing. You’d like to think he’s as tough as Calum says he is, but that doesn’t defeat the fact that he’s human. 

Ashton stealthily dodges a sudden punch swung at him, and doesn’t hesitate to backlash with a few of his own. If anyone in the stands wasn’t already ejected from their seat with adrenaline, they certainly aren’t sitting now. Ashton seems to have found a groove, delivering a number of rhythmic hits to one targeted area on Donovan, mercilessly backing him into the ropes. You bite your lip anxiously. Calum cheers beside you. For a moment it looks like Ashton might actually win this thing. 

But Donovan refuses to go down that easily, and at the last second pulls a move that switches his and Ashton’s positions, forcing Ashton against the ropes instead. With his momentum Donovan makes up for the blow that missed before, striking Ashton’s exposed stomach directly, and sending him to his knees. He buckles over, extending one gloved hand to hold himself up while the other instinctively covers his newly found weak spot. 

"Come on, Ashton,” you whisper under your breath, your words of encouragement getting lost under the roar of the relentless crowd. 

It takes a second or two for him recover, but Ashton proves to have not run out of strength yet. He begins to sit up slowly, giving the audience the show they came for, but before he can get his second knee off the ground, Donovan returns with one last malicious strike to Ashton’s jaw, and then it’s over. Ashton limply drops to his side, and he doesn’t try to get back up. 

Your eyes widen with fear. The crowd immediately starts to shout at Donovan, booing and cursing amongst derogatory names. It’s one thing to be upset over the results of a fight, but these people sound genuinely offended. 

“Diaz better get disqualified for that,” Calum remarks angrily. 

You look to him, hoping he’ll fill you in on what’s going on, but he’s too caught up in his own rage to be of any informant to you. 

Ashton still hasn’t gotten up yet, and that worries you. This is the first time you’ve ever seen someone get knocked out; you don’t know how long it’s supposed to last. The referee and the man who cleaned Ashton’s cut earlier have surrounded him, trying to get him to respond. What’s probably less than 20 seconds feels like an eternity to you, but to your relief you finally catch a glimpse of Ashton’s hand moving, followed by the rest of his body. The two helpful men grab Ashton’s toned arms to lift him up while a third person joins the ring to contribute to leading Ashton down the steps. Once he’s on his way to the locker rooms, the ref exchanges hushed words with a few other officials on the side, then crosses the ring to talk to Donovan, who looks more angry than ever.

“Can we go see him?” you ask Calum, not completely expecting an answer. 

“Hang on,” he brushes you off, keeping his focus on the referee. Your attempt to wait patiently fails miserably, the nerves in your stomach driving you insane. 

Eventually the announcement is made that Donovan, as Calum predicted, has been disqualified from the fight. You’re not sure what he did wrong and quite frankly you don’t really care, as long as Ashton’s okay. 

“Good,” Calum mutters his distaste, glaring at Donovan. “Alright, let’s go." 

Nobody’s sitting in their chairs anymore so you have to keep your eye on Calum as he guides you through the sea of people, taking a turn down the wide hallway that Ashton disappeared through. The noise behind you begins to lose its volume the farther down the hall you go, and you’re grateful to be able to hear yourself think again. Crowded areas have never been your favorite. Calum takes a left turn and you follow suit, almost running into him when he stops in front of a door guarded by a tall man in all black attire. 

"Go ahead,” he says to Calum, opening the door for him. Calum walks in without a hitch but you aren’t given such an easy privilege. “Who are you?” The guard holds out his arm to block your path. 

Before you can try to reason with him, Calum speaks on your behalf. 

“She’s his girlfriend." 

You swallow, knowing that’s not entirely true. 

But it’s enough. "Go on in,” the guard steps back, granting you access to the private area. 

You thank him politely as you walk into the room, even more nervous now that you’re this much closer to being face-to-face with Ashton. He’d have every right to be in a bad mood after what just happened, so you hope you’re not intruding, that he still wants to see you. 

The people from Ashton’s team come into view and Calum offers a passing greeting, turning right to walk into a second section of the room where the lockers are actually located. 

“He asked to be alone,” one of the individuals warns, and you recognize him from the breaks in between rounds. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Calum waves them off, walking into the area anyway one pace ahead of you. 

Over Calum’s shoulder you see Ashton sitting on a bench, holding what looks to be an ice pack to his colorfully bruised face. His hands have been relieved of the boxing gloves but not the tape that’s still wrapped around his tattered fists. The sweat his body was sporting in the ring doesn’t shine over his skin as much, the air conditioning of the locker room cooling it down, but loose curls of hair that managed to escape his bun still stick damply to his forehead. He’s a proper mess, but a handsome one at that. 

“You look like crap,” is the first thing Calum addresses. 

Ashton opens his eyes, apparently unaware that the two of you walked in, and smirks. “You should see the other guy." 

"Mess him up pretty good?" 

"Him and his five friends." 

"Right, mate, now you’re full of it." 

They both chuckle, and you’re relieved to find that Ashton still has his sense of humor. He takes a deep breath, directing his attention to you. 

"Hey, gorgeous." 

You smile sympathetically. "How’re you feeling?" 

"I’ve been worse." 

"Not by much,” Calum interjects. “Quit letting people beat the shit out of you, would ya?" 

"Good advice. I’ll try that next time.”

“Happy to help.” Calum lets his hand fall on Ashton’s shoulder, who grunts in pain. “Anyway, glad to see you’re still alive,” he takes a step back, glancing at you, “I’ll give you two a minute." 

Calum strolls into the other part of the locker room, leaving you alone with Ashton. Over your last few dates you’ve grown used to having him all to yourself, and this is how you prefer it. 

He turns to you again, his expression one that suggests he knows he’s in trouble. 

"Ashton,” you sigh, closing the distance between the two of you by sitting next to him on the bench. 

“You shouldn’t see me like this,” he says. 

“A little late for that, isn’t it?” You reach for the ice pack pressed to his cheek. “Let me." 

He allows you hold it there for him as your other arm snakes over his shoulders. He scoots closer, cuddling into your chest, accepting your affection like a sleepy child. He’s hurting more than he’s letting on, and you’re the only person he doesn’t feel obligated to put on a brave face for. 

Your fingers tamper with the band holding his hair back, pulling it out and catching the short strands between your fingers. He lets out a content breath, relaxing into your touch. 

"You scared me,” you confess.

“Did I?”

“You weren’t getting up." 

He smiles inappropriately, taking away from the seriousness of your concern. "You don’t have to worry about me, angel." 

You beg to differ, but opt to delay that talk, unwilling to admit how much you’ve grown to care for Ashton over the short amount of time you’ve been seeing each other. The information Calum spilt earlier about Ashton’s childhood only added to the fire, and you can’t help but wring your heart over the thought of the unconditional nurturing little Ashton was denied as you run your nails soothingly along his scalp. 

"You’re much better at this than Calum is,” he murmurs. 

“At what?" 

"Snuggling." 

You laugh, still impressed by his lighthearted attitude. "He told me you asked him to put in a good word." 

Ashton smiles, shifting to curl one arm behind your back to wrap around your waist, and lazily grazes your stomach with his other hand. "How’d he do?" 

"I’m here, aren’t I?" 

He gives your side a light squeeze. "You are,” he says appreciatively, then comes to a realization. “You are. Don’t take this the wrong way, but how’d you get in here?" 

"Oh–Calum, uh, told the guy outside that I’m your girlfriend, and he bought it." 

"My girlfriend,” Ashton echoes to himself. “I like the sound of that." 

You’re about to vocalize your agreement when you’re cut off by a sudden commotion coming from the entrance. It sounds like someone forced their way inside, despite the many demands yelling for them to stop. 

"Where is he?” an accented voice disrupts the otherwise calmed atmosphere. “Irwin!” is shouted before the man the voice is coming from storms around the corner, turning out to be none other than a fuming Donovan Diaz. 

He comes to a halt when he sees the two of you cozied up on the bench, mockery already taking form in his eyes. “Aw, isn’t this a sweet picture.”

You’re not surprised that Ashton retracts his arms from you and sits up, internalizing the pain in the face of someone less forgiving. Recomposed and impenetrable, he addresses you softly. “Will you get me a water bottle?” His eyes flash to a cooler on the far side of the room, making the message clear. He’s not asking for the sake of a favor, just to send you away from this confrontation in case Donovan unpredictably tries anything. 

Begrudgingly, you get up and leave Ashton’s side, trusting that he knows what he’s doing.

“Yeah, grab one for me, too,” Donovan taunts, clearly enjoying himself. 

“What do you want?” Ashton cuts to the chase. 

Donovan rolls his jaw, taking a threatening step closer. “I’m just making sure you know you didn’t win that fight.”

“Nah, I didn’t win. You were just disqualified,” Ashton retorts. “Thanks for that illegal hit, by the way." 

"What can I say? You piss me off. I couldn’t help myself." 

You open the lid of the cooler, shuffling the melting ice as you remove a plastic bottle from it. 

"Hope it was worth it.” Ashton leans against the back of the bench, tilting his chin up to rest his head, a smug smirk plastered across his face. 

“What the fuck is so funny, huh?” Donovan steps closer again, and you flinch despite not being in his path. Would he really start another fight right here? 

You’re not willing to find out, knowing that even in his current condition Ashton would have too much pride to back down. With a full water bottle in hand, you begin to make your way back over to the bench, standing behind its corner cautiously. 

“Get out,” you dryly demand, protective instincts kicking in. 

Donovan raises his eyebrows, almost acting impressed. He glances you up and down, chuckling patronizingly. “That’s cute, princess. You think you’re bad?" 

"I wouldn’t mess with her, Don,” Ashton warns from his seat. On the outside he looks unbothered, but there’s a new, intimidating edge to his voice, one that you hope you never find yourself on the receiving end of. “She’ll win." 

Donovan must notice it as well, staring you both down one last time before rolling his jaw again and leisurely retreating, acting like it’s his choice to walk away.

Your shoulders slump after he’s gone, unaware of the tension you were holding until this point. Now that you can think clearly again you’re not sure where everyone in the other room went–surely they would have interfered if they had been around to see Donovan walk in. 

"Well we’re even,” Ashton declares, “You sure just scared the hell out of me." 

You refill the seat beside him, and he repositions himself to face you fully, placing his hand on your hip to slide you closer. In the process you cup his face, careful not to irritate his injuries, and connect your lips to his. 

It’s a short kiss that Ashton wasn’t expecting, but craves more of as soon as you pull away. 

"That was nice,” he says sweetly, feathering his fingers down your cheek and pouting your bottom lip with his thumb. “If the feeling in my face would just return I’m sure it’d be even better." 

You laugh, defeatedly lowering your head to his shoulder and hiding your face in his neck. 

"There’ll be plenty more for you to feel later.”

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine

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T&S

Reader x Jungkook // 6020 words

Summary: Toddlers have always hated Jungkook and Jungkook have always hated toddlers  

“Jungkook… what the hell happened here? And why’s there spaghetti on the ceiling?”

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

A/N: swear this was just supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away. based on a lil story my lecturer told that one time (’:


“Well, we could just meet up at the library later?”

“I uh… I can’t,” You mumble, fidgeting in your spot because you’ve had a conversation just like this every week now.

“Y/N, we have to start the project today. He wants it in by tomorrow night.”

“I know, I know,” You sigh. “I’m sorry it’s just, I have to babysit my sister tonight… I’ll just work on it and then send it to you in the morning for you to compile and edit?”

“What? I’m not going to let you work on it alone,” He frowns. “I can just meet you at your place…”

“A-are you sure?” You ask and your eyes light up with hope. “I live about 20 minutes off campus by car…” You mumble.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s what my last partner said too,” You laugh. “Really, Jungkook I can just do the wo—”

“Just text me the address. I’ll find my way there,” He smiles, cutting your sentence short.

“You don’t have to—”

“I have a class in 10 so I have to go… but text me your address okay?”

He doesn’t even wait to hear your reply, rushing out of the classroom before you could answer him.

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Furry balls.

Modern!Ragnarssons x Reader.

@ivarinleatherpants​ wanted this after the puppy’s and i’m always a slut for ragnarssons in any situation, especially with animals, so here you go boo!!

yes, i did make a brandon rodgers quote.

Prompt: How would the Ragnarssons react to you bringing a stray kitten home.


Bjorn:

Originally posted by alexander--ludwig

Humorously, when you first met Bjorn, you really weren’t attracted to him. In fact, you found him a total dick when you first met him  — short answers when he would decided you were good enough to talk too, odd looks, would always keep his distance, and it was his younger brother Ubbe you were trying to get at. Surprisingly, one day that was shot down when you found out the second-oldest was in a very serious relationship. After that information, you realized quiet a few times Bjorn had tried to give you hints that his brother was not available. Afterwards, it was shockingly the blonde who was there in your weakness.

You had grown so close over time, and now here you were; engaged and living in a beautiful house in the woods. Though, there had been one little problem with the relationship you two shared. He had always had a no inside pet rule, no matter what kind of animal it was, and you tried them all: birds, dogs, ferrets, etc. 

No, no, and no. The same answer every time. He never grew up with pets in the house, they always stayed outside. You, on the other hand, your house had always been close to practically being a zoo. You tried hard, you really did, and it was now to the point you were ready to cut corners.

So that day when he came home from work, hauling through the front door and looking around with narrowed eyes, your head tilted and you questioned him. His thick finger pointed at you accusingly. “I saw the bowls outside, babe, I told you  — “

“Well then,” You cleared your throat, motioning towards the porch that he walked through, which happened to be closed in. “You’d be happy to know that I’m actually listening to you.”

“Really?” He questioned, nodding his head towards the corner of the kitchen. “Because I see a bag of cat food over there, unless you slipped something in my lunch today.”

Delicate hands fell to your hips, shifting your weight to one foot. “It’s outside, boo,” You explained to him, feeling a little heart-broken that another one of your plans were beginning to fail. 

“And tomorrow it’s going to be inside.”

“Nuh  —  “

“I know you.”

Your heads both snapped towards the door, listening to the faint meowing coming through it. Chancing a glance a him, you saw the warning look cross his face before you took off running towards the door. Despite the fact he tried to tackle you, you effectively made it and threw the door open, immediately picking up the little fuzzy kitten that nuzzled into your warm touch. 

“It’s not even tomorrow yet…”

“But look at him, Bjorn!” You shouted, holding the little squirming baby up, it’s little triangle tail wagging like a puppy’s. “He has no mommy! He was stuck in the rain earlier!” 

You watched him stand, pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging it. The only sound that could be heard for the moment was the kitten mewling, and his electric blue eyes were piercing into it. The heart-break must of been obvious on your features, and it seemed this was the last time he could take it. “If you really want  — “

You screamed, bouncing up and down before running towards him, putting the three of you into a big group hug, one that the kitten seemed to love because it began purring and rubbing it’s head against his neck. His arms didn’t hesitate much to wrap around you.

… It was how much he actually loved you.


Ubb(a)be

It had been a hard day at work you figured, when Ubbe came home that evening, offered you a rushed greeting and a soft kiss to your cheek. 

He practically waved you off when you tried to stop him, trying to explain to him what had happened to you today on your way home, but with his tired sigh, you allowed him to continue up the stairs to take a hot shower. It was how he always relaxed at work, and you knew how stressful his job could be, how important it was… and the fact he had to do it every day with all four of his brothers, you could imagine how annoying that would be.

You loved his siblings, just like they were your own, but they fought all the time, especially Ivar and Sigurd. There was nothing the two of them could disagree on and be salty over. So, you understood when he would not want to talk the first hour. The first time you had prodded had not turned out pretty, despite the fact you knew it would only rile him up more, he had snapped at you like he would of wanted to do to his brothers all day. Of course, he felt horrible about it later, but you understood and you apologized.

As you heard the water turn on upstairs, you went back to sitting on the couch, sipping your warm drink, going back to enjoying your book. Perhaps it was best to wait and tell him what you had brought home.

Grinning lightly, your thoughts wondered back to the little puffball that was roaming around your house, probably curled up on a bed, or sleeping in a basket of dirty clothes. 

You and Ubbe had talked so many times about getting a pet, thinking that it might be nice for you when you would be home alone for long hours of the day. It would give you a companion, one he wouldn’t have to worry too much about being home alone with you. One you could easier defend yourself against if something bad were to happen. But, for some reason, you just couldn’t find the right one to take home… and this little thing roaming in the rain seemed perfect as it mewled at you with large eyes and sopping fur.

A very feminine scream erupting from upstairs had you tossing your coffee mug in shock, watching it shatter and you glanced up towards the stairs, your heart racing. Suddenly, it was followed by a irritated shout of your name and you flushed, next hearing: “No, no, don’t bite me down there!”


Hvitserk:

Tonight must of been one of those nights at the company, Hvitserk calling you and asking you to come pick him up, he must of been sneaking whiskey in his coffee again to keep calm. You were just glad he never decided to drive home when he decided to do that, choosing to call you as his DD. 

Pulling up to the large building, you sat for a few minutes, glancing at your clock every so often. Really? He always chided you on not being late, but you could have stopped at the Taco Bell line during dinner rush and ate a party box by now, and now a whole 30 minutes had passed. Luckily, you had something to keep you busy. 

Looking up at the sound of a car unlocking, you watched his oldest brother Bjorn making his way towards his sleek vehicle. The man didn’t miss you though, flashing you a smile before hoping inside, starting up and driving away. He was probably excited to get home to Torvi and their kids. These guys worked so much, and so hard, especially after their father passed away. You were proud of Hvitserk for the shit he put up with. 

Playing some tunes, you even watched Ivar roll out of the building, but still there was no sign of your husband, and that worried you a bit. Usually he was the second out, trying to run away from the two youngest as quick as possible before he would have to help break up a fight.

Ready to unbuckle, despite the soaked squirming ball in your lap, you yelped in shock as you heard a voice through the open passenger window: “Why is there a kitten in your lap, sugar?”

Gaining back your wits from your mini-heart attack, your nails lightly raked through the wet fur. “Why isn’t there a kitten in your lap, boo?”

“Because I’m standing.”

“Touche’.” Even drunk, he was still a sarcastic asshat. 

Jumping into the car, he shut the door and immediately leaned his chair back so he could stretch out, arm laying across his face. You didn’t ask, you knew if he wanted to talk about it he would. You didn’t even bother to stop the kitten as it crawled from your lap to his, and you heard him sigh lightly. “These are 300 dollar pants…”


Sigurd:

If there was one thing for sure, it was that Sigurd could not read a map to save his life. Honestly, it surprised you that you did you made it this far without getting into an accident, or killing anyone, with you have to take the map from him and fix it. But, his driving made you extremely anxious from how slow he was. You encouraged safe driving, of course, but he was like a hundred year old woman when it came to the highway, and his turns were way too wide. He was lucky you could multi-task.

Even though the highway wasn’t too busy as it was very early on a Saturday morning, he would still make a noise of discomfort every time you would stare at the map for too long, to which you would make it even worse by looking away from the road directly to glare at him. You had eyes all around your head, damn him.

Finally on the right path, you did decide to slow down a little bit to cruise as it was raining out, and you didn’t feel like going head first into a tree if a deer were to run out in front of you. 

“Oh!” Sigurd let out, causing your brows to furrow. 

“What?” You questioned, glancing over at him, noticing how he was trying to look out the back of the car at something behind you.

“I thought I saw a kitten  — “

There was no hesitation in the way you immediately jerked the car to the side, making a quick illegal turn in the middle of the road, listening as he screamed at you about driving laws and putting your lives in danger. “I have to go back!”

“It;s a highway!” He reminded you, trying to grab at you as you swatted his hands away, trying to unbuckle and get out. “You can’t just run across it to grab a cat!”

 “That mothers adrenaline is kicking in, Sigurd!” You yelled, literally kicking the door open and he quickly followed, still trying to stop you before it was too late. Your yell turned into a scream: “I can see every equation!”


Ivar:

Things had been surprisingly quiet that night, despite the argument you held with Ivar about an hour ago. Usually, after fighting, he would have trouble letting it go and leaving you alone, making snide remarks here and there, and you try to ignore them, but usually it ended up not working that way. It usually ended with the both of you sprawled out on the kitchen floor, completely naked and drenched in sweat, giving each other small smiles.

This time, despite the fact it was a blow-up over the smallest thing, but he was being completely selfish over the matter. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. It was just something so small, and he wouldn’t even be taking care of it anyway. It was there to keep you company when he was at work, and in the process, you had been helping it as well. 

On your way back from the grocery store, you had found a little kitten in the middle of the road, shivering and looking scared for it’s life. So, you took it home, and Ivar was no happy about it at all.

Now you were sitting by yourself in the living room, busying yourself with a book and your fiance’ was distancing himself from you in the kitchen. Where the kitten was, you didn’t know. You figured it was probably checking out the house, but that thought went away when you heard something breaking in the kitchen. A feeling of dread quickly ran through you as fast as it left, knowing that he wouldn’t of done something to the animal but you were off the couch and in the kitchen in seconds, running over to it and picking it up. You noticed him watching you, as you coo’d to the little baby, looking it over to make sure it was okay, and you just barely saw his eye narrow slightly. 

After making sure the little one was okay, you sat it down on the floor, far away from the broken glass and you proceeded to clean it up. Almost done with the task, you paused hearing the same noise again. Looking over your shoulder slowly, you saw Ivar with his hand out and another glass on the floor, his face dead of all emotion. “I can break things too,” He decided to remind you.

The corners of your lips twitched upwards.

The Things You Do

Anonymous asked: Can you make a best friend Chanyeol smut please? Where they basically act like a couple, and she starts doing things that end up turning him on? An example would be like bending down in front of him, eating a popsicle, moaning while he was giving her a massage, etc. Thanks!

A/N: Okay the first post, time to get the holy water and your bibles out ready. Okay without further or do lets get started. Warning before you read, this also has quite a bit of swearing in it, just a heads up!!

*This is smut, this has sexual content so please don’t read if you are not comfortable*

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To The Hommie Who Wanted To Know Who In BTS Is A Virgin...

OKIE SO THIS WAS REQUESTED BY TWO PEOPLE.(THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING BC I WANT TO KNOW TOO) THIS IS NO PARTICULAR ORDER…

JHOPE… DEFINANTLY NOT A VIRGEN….FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED HOBI WAS IN A SERIOUS THREE YEAR REALTIONSHIP BEFORE HE BECAME AN IDOL…IDK THAT MUCH ABOUT KOREA’S DATING CUSTOMS BUT I DO KNOW COUPLES LIKE TO WEAR MACHING UNDERWEAR (DON’T ASK) SO THREE YEARS IS A LONG TIME AND I’M LIKE 10000% OUR LITTLE ANGLE LOST HIS V CARD…. AND COME ONE LOOK AT THOSE DAMN BODY ROLLS *DROOLS* FLKJD SOMEONE HAS HAD TO HAVE CLIMBED THAT BOI LIKE A MONKEY…. 

JIN…DAMN STRAIGHT HE’S NOT A VIRGIN… THE MAN IS 24 GOD DAMN YEARS OLD UNLESS HE’S WAITING ON THE RETURN OF CHRIST THIS BOI HAS BEEN DOING THE NO NO CHA CHA FOR A LITTLE WHILE NOW..HE ISN’T THE BIGGEST PERVERT IN BTS FOR NOTHING… THIS BOYS LOOKS LIKE N ANGLE BUT SO DID SATAN ANOTHER REASON I BELIEVE IN MY HEART THAT HE IS DADDY AF… LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY FHLHAKFV DADDY…. I’M SORRY BUT HE IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST PERVERTS IN BANGTAN AND THE OLDEST MEMBER MEANING HE WASN’T A FETUS WHEN THEY DEBUT…HE HAD A LITTLE TIME.. TO GET LAID… 

RAP MONSTER…. THIS LITTLE SHIT IS DEFIANTLY NOT A VIRGIN LIKE THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL… FIRST OF ALLHE IS THE KINKIEST BOI LIKE I WILL BET YOU MONEY HE IS LOW KEY HIGH KEY HORNY AF 24/7..JUST ASK JACKSON HE KNOWS ….. (GOD FORGIVE ME) HE IS THE BIGGEST PERVERT IN BANGTAN (BESIDES JIN.. HE’S THE REASON THEIR WORKROOM COMPUTER HAS SO MANY VIRUSES…. LIKE I WHEN THEY WERE DOING A RADIO SHOW YOONGI SAID NAMJOON WAS IN AMERICA “PLAYING” HIDE THE HOT DOG (WHERE THE HELL WAS I?)… JUST LOOK AT THE SIN IN HIS EYES… 10/10 WOULD BANG NO MATTER HOW KINKY HE IS… TIE ME UP AND CALL ME BABY GIRL PLS…. 

V… I’M LIKE 1000% SURE THAT THIS PRECIOUS LITTLE PINEAPPLE IS STILL A VIRGIN…. AND I WILL FIGHT YOU… LIKE ‘M SORRY BUT THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT TAE THAT JUST SPEAKS TO ME AND SAYS AYYEE GURLLL I STILL GOT DIS V CARD… AND IS NO ONE GONNA ADDRESS THE FACT THAT HIS STAGE NAME IS V LIKE COME ON… I FEEL LIKE HE’S PROBABLY DONE STUFF BUT NOT THE ACTUAL DIRTY SO HE IS STILL A VIRGIN BC JILL(HAND) DOESN’T COUNT… LIKE I CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES HE IS JUST TO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD… BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE ISN’T A DIRTY LITTLE SHIT LIKE THE REST OF BTS… I SEE YOU BOO…

SUGA… THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL YOONGI IS A VIRGIN.. NOT WITH THOSE HANDS…. SUGA IS SECOND OLDEST…I CAN SEE THE TRUTH IN HIS EYESTHIS BOY HAS BEEN DOING SOME DIRTY THINGS… I FEL IT IN MY SOUL GUYS LIKE HHJAD….. I SEE IT…JUST LOOK AT THOSE HANDS AND THAT JAW LINE SOMEONE HAS HAD TO HAVE RODE THAT UNICORN….I AM 10000000% SURE THAT His TOOTSIE ROLL HAS TICKLED SOME LAFFY TAFFYS BEFORE AND NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE 

JIMIN…IS A VIRGIN…THERE IS HOPE FOR ALL OF US…  OKIE SO NO CAN DENY THAT THIS BOY IS LITERAL SEX ON LEGS LIKE… HOW IN FUCK CAN SOMEONE HAVE A BODY LIKE THAT AND THE FACE OF AN ANGLE IT’S JUST TOO MUCH FOR ME TBH… WHICH IS WHY I THINK HE’S STILL A VIRGIN.. NOT SAYING HE HASN’T DONE ANY OTHER SEXUAL THINGS BC THAT BOY IS GOD DAMN FILTHY AND HE KNOWS IT…LIKE I CAN SEE HIM BEING REALLY BUSY WORKING ON HIS DANCING AND BANGTAN AND OBSESSING OVER KOOKIE … LIKE HE IS FAR TO BUSY TO BE DOING THE BEAST WITH TWO BACKS… LIKE WHOEVER GETS TO BRAKE IN THAT BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ASS HAS HAD TO HAVE SAVED 6 COUNTRIES IN THEIR PAST LIFE…. 

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST THE GOLDEN MAKNE…

JEON JUNGKOOK… IS NOT A VIRGIN… FIGHT ME… YES HE IS INNOCENT AF “AS FAR AS EVERYONE KNOWS” BUT THERE’S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HIM… LIKE I CAN FEELIT IN MY GUT… I CAN’T TRUST SOMEONE THAT CAN GO FROM 15 TO 25 IN LIKE .2 SECONDS… I’M LIKE 899938383% SURE KOOKIE IS DADDY AF LIKE HE LOOKS ALL INNOCENT AND SWEET BUT BOI IS A FREAK LIKE YOU THOUGH NAMJOON WAS KINKY… WAIT TILL YOU MEET DADDY KOOKIE….. I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A RECENT CHANGE LIKE HE WAITED UNTIL HE WAS OF AGE..THAT WOULD EXPLAIN ALL HIS RECENT ATTITUDE AND JAWLINE LATELY… WHICH I’M NOT COMPLAINING BC DAMN… 

AGAIN THIS IS JUST MY OPINION… TO THE PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED THAT HERE YOU GO… SORRY OT TOOK ME SO LONG….LET ME KNOW IF YOU AGREE WHY? OR WHY NOT? 

Ben & Jerry, I would like for you to come to the front of the congregation, sis. 

When I first saw that you came to defend Jackson on The Shade Room, I first wanted to know…who are you? Then I realized you were on Love & Hip Hop Hollywood dating Nikki, Mally Mal. I’m sorry about that, sir.

You call yourself dragging us, sis, but the thing is, you wrote a check that bounced boo. You had the audacity to say that non-Asian K-Pop fans have a low IQ, but yet just looking at you, I knew you was an each one teach one child. 

Also you claim that you were around for the origins of hip-hop.

Sis, appearing five seconds in Nas “Oochie Wally” video hardly gives you credentials. And making a chain for Kanye Kardashian and Ace Hood barely gives you a name, Fat Joe.

Other than the fact you look like a pasty, I never had an issue with you. However, you hopped off the porch too fast.

You are what’s wrong with Jackson and all these other Korean artist. 

We are trying to explain to Jackson, not attack him, for what he said. You’re head ass is coddling him won’t make him learn the lesson. And if you gave any damn about him you would have checked that ass before we had to. 

Also, your “friend” Jackson is not Korean sir, he’s Chinese. But you knew that right?

And if you so full of “credentials,” why are you not understanding this? If you know Jay-Z and Tupac as you claim, why are you defending bs? If you so heavy in these streets let Jackson and others know we don’t tolerate disrespect. 

I highly doubt they knew you though since you look like a tampon, and they don’t use those. 

Don’t come for us “non-Asian” fans if we carried your featherweight career to where it is. And ignorant people like you are why Jackson is thinking shit is cool. 

Don’t make me have to do this again, Ben Brokeass

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Say It - Epilogue

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.738 (this was supposed to be short, lol)

Summary: you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours.

Warning: none other than some cuteness!

A/N: I want to say a huge effin thank you to each and every one who’s read/commented/reblogged anything on this story. I loved writing this one and It makes my heart so incredibly happy that you loved it too! Lots and lots of love, this is offically the end to this story, thank you so incredibly much! 


It was as if you had waited for Bucky to be alright with the fact that you couldn’t remember him, nor your former life with the Avengers before you could move forward. The second Bucky had reintroduced himself to you; he noticed how you visibly relaxed much more around him. There was no guilt, no confusion, no question in your eyes when you looked at him, all there was, was hope. Hope for a better future and a smile that was big and bright enough to light the path towards something much better than what had been.

As the months went by Bucky was first seat passenger to your journey towards finding yourself. You no longer focused on remembering, not after Wanda had tried to unlock the hidden corners of your mind, because unfortunately, Hydra had truly wiped you of anything and everything. When Bucky learned the news, he became even more certain in his love for you, and your love for him, because despite the thorough efforts of wiping your mind completely from your former life, something in you remembered him. That something remembered your love even though you couldn’t remember.

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Steve Harrington x Reader - Moments - Part 2

AN: I feel like doing a little collection of moments between Steve and ‘Enemies to Lovers Reader’.

This is the second part and comes a little later after the first part that I’ve just posted.

‘Scuse any spelling mistakes im just churning these out whilst the inspo is hot, I will go back and edit them if I’ve made any grammatical boo boo’s 


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The car pulled to a stop in front of your dimly lit house, the remnants of rotting pumpkins lay at the foot of the path.

‘Sooo-’ you breathed out awkwardly. ‘I guess it’s over.’ 

You looked over at Harrington, he had one hand on the wheel of his car and the other on the gear stick. He stared out at the road, softly chewing on his bruised and bloody lip. 

‘It’s been a crazy week, Harrington.’ You continued, your quiet voice filling the awkward silence that filled the car. 

He turned his head slightly towards you, the trace of a smirk gracing his lips. You swallowed back on the lump that had formed in your throat, the same lump that you had gotten everytime he had looked at you like that this week.

‘Pretty crazy.’ He muttered, nodding his head. 

You looked out of the passenger window, your warm breath hitting the glass, with your finger you drew a smiley face. 

‘I guess things will go back to normal now?’ Was it a statement or a question, you didn’t quite know.

‘Define normal.’ Steve laughed and so did you.

‘I mean us.’ You clarified, quietly. ‘Total animosity, right?’ 

Steve surprised you with his reply.

‘Does it have too?’

You turned back to look at him, his brown eyes were soft at the edges and his lips were turned down ever so slightly. You could have confused him for being upset, only you knew him better than that, right?  

‘I suppose I could spare a smile for you every now and again.’ You joked. 

His eyes sparked at your words, a toothy grin etched on his face. The state of your relationship had reached it’s equilibrium once again. 

You reached for the door handle before the warmth of another hand on yours pulled you back. Your head span around and once again those soft eyes were searching yours.

‘I didn’t thank you properly back there. For saving my life, I mean.’ His voice was unlike you had ever heard, sincerity bathed in each syllable. ‘Thank you, Y/N.’ 

You turned over your palm and interlocked your fingers, you squoze gently once before letting go and making your way out of the car.

‘I’ll see you around, Steve.’ You smiled as you closed the door behind you. 

♡Try To Be Gentle♡

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request:hey umm [I hope you’re] not to busy can you make a smut when it’s your first time ever and it’s with leo from vixx with some overstimulation please!

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Taekwoon(vixx)

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smut

ϟSummaryϟ

You love your friend, but you hated her parties. It was only ever people fucking in your face as if they knew you were a virgin. You’ve only ever watched porn, yet have never done anything to yourself. Your friend, Taekwoon, helps you get rid of this problem.

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first time; overstimulation(female receiving); being kinky af; trying new kinks; spanking; sex toys; being Taekwoon’s friend; him being a lying ass mofo saying he’ll be gentle but goes hard as fuck on you

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It’s was your friends party. And, you loved your friend, but you hated her parties. It was always strangers kissing and fucking. You weren’t mad and because you had no one to fuck and/or kiss, you just didn’t want to see it.

Though, it did hurt a little. Everyone around you doing these things and you’ve never even tried.

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“Tony,” Natasha said, coming into the kitchen. “As one ten to another–”

“I’m an eleven,” Tony cut in. “But continue.”

Natasha stared at him.

“Honey,” he said pityingly. “You’re an eleven, too.”

Oh. Well. “The strappy red dress or the clingy black one?” the fox asked, holding them up.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Is this for a mission or are you going on a date?”

“…Yes.”

“…Clingy black one,” he said, pointing at it. “If it turns hairy, the blood won’t show up on it.”

She hummed, staring at the dresses, then nodded and turned to leave. “Got it.”

Steve stared after her, then turned to look at Tony. “Wouldn’t red hide the blood?”

“Not that shade,” the feline replied. “Also, blood dries brown, which definitely wouldn’t blend in. You should know that.”

“These pumps?” Natasha asked, dipping back into the room holding two pairs of shoes. “Or these?”

“I made you a pair of murder shoes if you wanna drop by the workshop before you go. They should match.”

“I love murder shoes,” Natasha told him seriously, leaving again.

Steve looked at him again. “Murder shoes?”

Full of murder,” Tony answered, nodding.

Steve continued to stare. “…Is this a fox thing? Or a cat thing?”

“It’s a ‘keep Natasha safe’ thing,” Tony replied, smiling at him.

“…But murder shoes?”

The feline flicked his tail blandly. “Maybe if you ask nicely enough, she’ll show you.”


The straps came off to become a garrote.

“…Why is Natasha murdering Steve?” Bucky asked, watching the wolf struggle to get his fingers under the lace around his neck.

Tony kept recording them with his tablet. For actual research purposes, no matter what anyone said. “He wanted to know what ‘murder shoes’ meant.”

“Shoes made for murdering people,” Bucky answered immediately.

“Well, he knows that now,” Tony said, shrugging. “JARVIS, there’s too much nylon in the garrote.”

“Understood, Sir,” the AI replied immediately. “I’ll fabricate a few different options for you to look over.”

“Bucky help me,” Steve hissed.

Bucky frowned at him. “Why? I’m not the idiot that asked Natasha what murder shoes are.”

Steve made a sad little sound.

Natasha put him out of his misery, letting go of one side of the garrote. She covered up the startled yelp he let out as he fell to the ground by speaking. “My date wasn’t a secret agent. Unfortunately, that would have made him interesting enough for a second date.” She sighed, frowning.

“Aw, boo,” Tony said, frowning. “Foxes have such a bad rap. We’ll find you a good match yet, I promise.”

She nodded, shrugging a little. “Yeah.” She sat down on the couch, sighing again. “…Can I set you up?”

Tony set his tablet down. “Would it make you feel better? I guess I can go on a date if it will.”

Natasha looked at Bucky and Steve, who were both glaring at her. “Yes, it will make me feel better.”

“Okay. Make sure she’s pretty!”

Natasha smiled a little, because she’d once set him up with a plain-looking girl just to see what happened. It was kind of hard to take the stereotype ‘cats are finicky and shallow’ seriously when Melanie had come out of the date practically glowing. She hadn’t been the most beautiful girl in the world, but he’d made her feel like she was.

She waited until Tony was gone before saying, “Okay, which of you is calling dibs?”

“Me,” they answered immediately, then snarled and leapt on each other.

What’s In Store For The Get Down Part 2?

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The Get Down is set in the South Bronx in New York and revolves around these teens who change the city through their music, dance and graffiti. It gained popularity on Tumblr and Twitter after many had pointed out how a show full of diversity and incredible storytelling was being sidelined for shows that did not break the status quo. Many feared last year that due to the ratings not being as high as some of the other Netflix hits such as ‘Stranger Things’ that we wouldn’t get more episodes but that fear was dispelled when we got a trailer for Part 2 last week.

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100 Reasons Why - 07

BTS 방탄소년단 - Soulmate!AU

Warnings -  polyamorous relationships, swearing, smut

Summary - Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.

Glossary - 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10


I dreamt of you last night.” Hoseok mumbles, digging his nose into the back of your neck. You groan, arms circling around Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Why do you two always wake me up?” He rubs his eyes, blinking rapidly.

You can feel the bed shift on Hoseok’s side. Yoongi must be awake now.

Yoongi sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Why don’t you tell us about your dream now that you’ve got us all up.”

Though you can’t see him, you can hear the grogginess in his voice. Before you climbed into bed with Hoseok and Taehyung, you had heard Yoongi typing furiously away at his keyboard. You hadn’t wanted to bother him.  

Hoseok smiles into your hair. “You were sitting in a rocking chair, while Yoongi and Taehyung were taking turns reading a story. I remember what story but it was just peaceful and serene. I didn’t want to wake up.”

With a soft hum of acknowledgement, you card your hands through Taehyung’s hair. He looks up at you with bright, curious eyes. He’s like a mirage, so pure and fresh and yet so far away. You feel distant from him though he’s right fucking here, smiling at you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive.

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To cure the case of Mondays, imagine Varric Tethras walking into the Hawke Estate. In search for his friend, he walks in on the love interest, naked and posing seductively for the Champion’s arrival. Both obviously expecting Hawke, their eyes meet in awkward horror.

***

Varric: Look, Blondie, I know mage freedom is a high priority, but if you’re gonna make things work with Hawke, you might want to invest in personal grooming. I know this great shop…

Anders: Get. Out.

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Varric: …Elf.

Fenris: Varric…

Varric: …Not gonna lie, I WAS curious how far those markings went.

Fenris: You saw the opportunity to make this more awkward, and you took it.

***

Varric: Hey, Rivainni, what’s going on?

Isabela: Oh, nothing new. Just…

Varric: Hanging out?

Isabela: Boo. That was too easy.

Varric: Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.

Isabela: And me with only one dagger. How embarrassing. 

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Merrill: You must think I’m very silly.

Varric: Never, Daisy. We just need to bring some accentuating light in here. You want Hawke to actually see you, right? 

Merrill: But what if someone else looks out a window?

Varric: On the second floor, I think you only have to worry about birds crashing on the glass.

***

Sebastian: Oh! Um…hello, Varric. Fancy meeting you here.

Varric: By the Maker, I will never be clean again.

Ingrained Forever

A/N: This is my idea. I needed Spencer Dad fluff, so here it is. :D 

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“Y/N! Honey! Get out here!”

Without thinking, I dropped the towels I was folding and ran outside to where Spencer and the baby were. Nothing in his voice said cheerful; it said panic. So I ran. And what do I see?

Our 3-and-a-half-month old baby girl, Chloe, propped up against a couple of pillows and Spencer hiding behind his hands. “You have to see this,” he said without taking his eyes off Chloe. “Also, you might want to get your phone out.”

“What is it?” I asked hotly. “You called me out here and it sounded like you were panicked.”

Spencer glanced over, his eyes alight with a joy that hadn’t been able to shine through since the day Chloe was born. Not that anything was wrong - everything was great, more than great - but also very, very tiring, like seriously tiring. My own mother told me that having a baby was exhausting. Unbelievably exhausting. But truly, I had underestimated what having a new baby was like. Unequivocally tiring and also the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. “She’s laughing,” he finally said.

My heart jumped. No fucking way. “Seriously? Like, for real? She’s laughing? I think I’m gonna cry.”

“Look.” He smiled before turning back toward Chloe. “Hey, Chloe. Look at Daddy.” Having known Spencer for years, I could tell you using the fingers on one hand the amount of times that my husband had looked this happy. Our wedding was one. Chloe’s birthday was another. And this was definitely one more. “Peek-a-boo!” The second the words left his lips, he wiggled his fingers and the most joyous, high-pitched sound emanated from those beautiful chubby cheeks.

“Oh my god, Spence, do it again.”

Honestly, I had never heard something so beautiful in all my life. As Spencer continued to wiggle his fingers and make silly noises, Chloe continued to babble, her laugh filling my ears with the sweetest sounds imaginable. “Spence, she’s beautiful, oh my god, I can’t. Let me try.”

My amazing, beautiful, dorky, full-of-love husband scooted over just slight so I could prop myself up on my elbows next to him and repeat what he’d been doing. “Hello my beautiful baby. Chloe, look at Mommy.” Those cheeks. They were bright and red and full of life, her toothless little grin making my heart race at the speed of light. There were few people I loved more than words could describe, and I didn’t think it was possible to have that love for another person until Chloe was born. 

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

And right now there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make her laugh. If I had to dance around the apartment like a monkey and make all sorts of noises, I would do it again to hear that beautiful sound. “Can you pull out your phone while I do this?” I asked.

Spencer reached into his back pocket and grabbed his phone, talking to Chloe about how she was the most beautiful, precious being he’d ever seen in his life. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said, biting his lower lip to keep from cracking his face apart through the widest smile imaginable. “I need this for when I’m on a case and I need to smile.”

“Peek-a-boo!”

She started laughing even harder than before. “Spence, it’s like a full-on person laugh, not just a little baby laugh!” How was this possibly coming out of our three month old. 

“Keep doing it!” He needled, playfully punching me in the arm. “Do it until she stops because this is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” He was enthralled. Every time I made faces at Chloe, I would turn to see Spencer’s gaze fixed on her; his brain was spinning, trying to etch this moment into his mind for the rest of his life. 

When someone was on their deathbed, it was said that their lives flashed before their eyes; if that’s true, both Spencer and I would remember this moment. 

After nearly a half hour of hearing Chloe laugh, she stopped, looking around the apartment as best she could given her movement capabilities. “I’m gonna start making dinner and then maybe you can finish while I feed her?” I asked. Breastfeeding had never been something I imagined doing, and at first it was weird, but I loved it now and after such elation I wanted to feed my munchkin myself instead of Spencer using a bottle. 

“Sounds good,” he replied, putting his phone back in his pocket and crawling toward Chloe. “Until then, I am going to assault her with kisses.”

Popping up from my position on the floor, I grabbed Spencer’s face in my hands and planted a smooch on him. Parenting was insanely difficult, but also one of the greatest things I have ever done, and I’m pretty sure Spencer feels the same way. “I think she’ll like that.”

Her hitch-pitched giggle nearly brought me away from preparing dinner, because she screeched with joy as Spencer planted kisses all over her tiny tummy. Occasionally, Spencer would speak in baby talk, but more often than not, he would speak to her like a person, and as I put a pot of pasta on the stove, I heard Spencer speak softly to our daughter and couldn’t help but tear up. 

“Hey Chloe, Daddy loves you, you know that right?” 

Smooch.

Giggle.

“I love you and Mommy more than anything else in the world, okay?”

Giggle.

Smooch.

“No matter what happens, ever, in your whole entire life, I love you, little girl.” 

“Ow!”

“What the hell was that?” I asked, turning around to see Chloe’s hands hitting Spencer’s cheeks. 

“She’s smacking my cheeks after I just proclaimed my love! Nice Chloe!”

I snorted and walked over, planting a teeny kiss on my baby’s cheek. “Maybe she’s just trying to hug you, did you think of that?”

“She’s too young for that,” he laughed.

True. She was probably just smacking him in the face because it was fun. But that didn’t keep me from thinking it. “I mean, you never know. Maybe she’s a genius baby like her Daddy.”

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Hogwarts! Seungkwan

anon requested: “i love your hogwarts scenarios! can you also do one for seungkwan? thank you!!”

  • all you have to do is imagine second year Seungkwan bouncing around the train
  • desperately searching for the “candy lady”
  • what an absolute cutie
  • until there’s suddenly a flaming wiggly shape in the horse carriage
  • freakin Boo Seungkwan at his finest acting like he’s kwon fire
  • a mess
  • at least he’s a cute mess
  • and his Hufflepuff self clinging to Vernon for help 
  • the both of them freaking out about an owl sized fire
  • “DIDN’T YOU LEARN LAST YEAR?” 
  • “UM NO”
  • and it takes a whole 30 seconds for them to realize there’s also a water spell like smh lol
  • halfblood so like he knew the houses and stuff
  • even though he didn’t look it, very very nervous on sorting day
  • after all, he was like a small halfblood wizard from a small island with a long generations of Boos behind him
  • not to mention he was second
  • “gosh couldn’t there be more Ahns born in our year” he whispers to Vernon
  • to which the latter raises his hands above his head
  • “I’m a Chwe so..” 
  • and approximately 17 seconds after the hat touch his head, Boo Seungkwan was declared Hufflepuff 
  • now who said Hufflepuffs can’t be funny, sarcastic, and loud
  • no one never after hearing this kid
  • legit the class clown, everything he does will go down in history
  • like that one time he got dared to superglue the potions professor’s things to his desk
  • “WHO DID THIS HUH?” that one teacher who looks hilarious when mad, trying to pry the chalk off the desk
  • and Seungkwans that bright kid who giggles while raising his hand
  • though whining while cleaning everyday for the next month, but happily singing trot songs loudly 
  • not really ‘best in the class type’ haha
  • so some teachers actually lowkey dislike him but they don’t wanna get pranked so
  • he’s really the ‘im good in every class if i study and take notes but i fall asleep one day and im FREAKED’
  • to which he figured this out in his first year
  • him panicking, running through the school blindly looking for Vernon 
  • probably passing Vernon multiple times, who was just bopping his head to a song blasting through his head phones
  • but this is how he meets Joshua, 
  • leaning up against the common room wall panting when he feels a light tap on the shoulder and looks up into an eye smile
  • “are you okay?” 
  • “HYUNGGGGGGGGGG” 
  • Joshua’s sweet soul who spends the rest of the night tutoring him, but Joshua does not do people’s work 
  • and Joshua’s like the only tutor Seungkwan will ever have that doesn’t make him wanna pull his hair out 
  • or roast them
  • but honestly Seungkwan has the biggest heart ever 
  • Christmas is the best time of year and don’t argue with him on this unless you wanna BOX
  • extra af and wears a Santa Claus hat the entire month which all the teachers ignore
  • and the get up he comes up with this year
  • lots of people went home for the holidays but not Seungkwan as he lives far
  • so that Christmas morning at breakfast waltzes in proudly wearing a Santa onesie
  • with a sack thrown over shoulder, filled with gifts
  • and Vernon next to him dying of laughter
  • the entire hall clapping excitingly and giggling as Seungkwan spreads his arms out 
  • “ho ho ho” 
  • through all the excitement ,,, leaves the sack under the table too busy arguing with Vernon and Minghao about who won the pie eating competition
  • you happen to have slightly over slept that morning
  • completely forgetting it was Christmas morning too focused on food
  • until your eyes meet the brightly decorated hall walking to your Gryffindor table and sitting down
  • happily swinging your feet back and forth until you accidentally kick something
  • quickly realizing omg it’s Seungkwan bag from last year
  • you weren’t really close to him, maybe had a couple conversations, 
  • that one time you guys were dying of laughter in class bc you caught him trying to stick sticky notes on Vernon’s back
  • but that’s it
  • being kinda nosy you can’t help but peek
  • its so cute
  • the bag’s filled with okay wrapped boxes, in vibrant red, green, blue, and yellow
  • secretly you take something from your bag, add a note, and drop it in
  • smiling to yourself, you pick up the bag and head to the Hufflepuff common room, where you knew his group of friends were spending the morning together 
  • from overhearing a conversation of course, they aren’t the quietest people lol
  • thankfully your eyes meet a panicking Seungkwan and his friends in front of the entrance
  • “Heyyyy Seungkwan”
  • “Oh! y/n~” his expression immediately changes to a happy one
  • “Merry Christmas!” you laugh, handing him the sack, making him realize you had it
  • “Merr- YOU FOUND IT” 
  • he dramatically engulfs the sack into a hug making you giggle
  • “since it’s Christmas, i’ll let it slide, be more careful next time yeah?” you joke
  • he chuckles, “i will i will” 
  • he pauses, “oh? where are all your friends at?” 
  • tucking your hair behind your ears, you smile softly
  • “most of my friends went home for the holiday, and my one Slytherin friend,” you check your watch and laugh, 
  • “she’ll be sleeping for another three hours”
  • “omo omo omo, how SO, you shouldn’t spend Christmas morning all by yourself, do you wanna?” 
  • he turns back, unsure if he could invite a stranger 
  • before they can answer, you shake your head, “please Seungkwan, I’ll be fine” 
  • you grin at him, and feeling the holiday spirit, you give him a quick hug
  • “Merry Christmas you guys!” you call before skipping down the halls, 
  • not really thinking much of the hug, 
  • for now
  • “M-merry Christmas!!” he says after you 
  • Oh! y/n~” Soonyoung mimics as soon as your out of sight
  • “stopppppp,” Seungkwan whines, shoving Soonyoung’s arm
  • “does little Seungkwanie have a crush already?” 
  • “OMG~” 
  • “come someone help me shove the cuties under some mistletoe” 
  • “LALALALALA I DONT” he protests
  • they chuckle, but leave it at 
  • and it’s time to pass out gifts, 
  • Seungkwan taking them out of his sack, handing them to each of his 7 friends present
  • then taking the last gift out, he notices a tiny something left
  • peaking to see if anyone saw, he pretends it wasn’t there stuffs the “empty” sack behind him
  • until he’s alone in his room and curiously opens the sack
  • “woah” he finds two chocolate frogs and a note
  • ‘merry christmas seungkwan~ you always give people gifts, you deserve something too, thanks so much for always making history exciting hehe’
  • there he is sitting on his bed becoming shy with rosy cheeks all by himself
  • the next day
  • “VERNON” Seungkwan whisper yells, “what does y/n like?” 
  • “the heck?” he chuckles confused, “why?” 
  • shrugging not so casually, “just because” 
  • “wow the hyungs were just teasing, do you like her?” Vernon’s eyes budge out his sockets
  • he huffs, “nevermind” 
  • and walks away
  • while later that night, your walking upstairs 
  • “oh hey y/n! what do you like” 
  • you tilt your head at Vernon’s question
  • “why?” 
  • “uhhh just a friends asking” 
  • you quickly putting two and two together laugh, “i like chocolate frogs” 
  • the days go quickly and there’s one more day until class starts up again
  • so you and your friend decide to head to hogsmeade
  • just as you guys are about to step onto the carriage
  • “Y/n!” 
  • your head turns to meet a large group of guys, 
  • “can we get in?” Seungkwan asks grinning
  • nodding of course, you smile
  • the conversation between the two of you is full of laughter, while Vernon who came along with Seungkwan and your friend made the occasional comments
  • when they weren’t paying attention, your friend nudges you
  • “hey do you like Seungkwan?” she whispers 
  • your eyes widen, “no!” 
  • but that question rings through your ears for the rest of the ride
  • and somehow
  • “i wanna go to the candy store” Seungkwan says
  • “ah im gonna go get a butterbeer with the hyungs” 
  • “awe” 
  • your eyes shake between them
  • and having a wild imagination and being quick witted, you think amused
  • ‘did they plan this?’
  • “i’ll go” you say speaking up, but then checking with your friend about it
  • luckily she shrugs and says she has other friends she could meet before leaving
  • “i never said thanks for the chocolate frogs by the way!” 
  • “oh!” you laugh having pretty much forgot about it, “it’s no problem” 
  • “you know what, i’ll buy you some today!” 
  • you smile in thanks 
  • and feel this unfamiliar feeling in your heart
  • as he’s talking, your realizing so pretty his smile his
  • how he makes the best facial expressions, 
  • even him being one or two inches taller than you
  • and there it is again, that feeling in your chest
  • as if your heart is about to burst out from it’s safe place
  • upon entering the shop and without your approval, Seungkwan immediately buys 5 chocolate frogs
  • walking outside together now, 
  • “here” he hands you chocolate 
  • “cheers” you giggle accepting it then clinking the food together
  • “OH LOOK!” he points to something in your hand excitingly
  • “YOU GOT A SPECIAL ADDITION CARD!” 
  • chuckling at his cuteness, you raise your eyebrows, “you collect these then?” 
  • he nods vigorously 
  • “you can have it then” 
  • you take his hand in yours and dramatically set the card there
  • he gasps and bows he head, “i will protect this with my life” 
  • suddenly you both hear loud shrieks 
  • “WHAT IS THIS??” 
  • all his friends surround you guys, arms over his shoulders 
  • your honestly not really sure what happens then
  • but you remember saying goodbye and leave, laughing when you hear incoherent shouts
  • and that’s it sadly
  • until you stumble into the library with rolls of the parchment in hand with your friend
  • “OKAY, we must finish our homework tonight!” you say determined 
  • “YES! okay good luck!” 
  • maybe you guys set the goals a little two high
  • because two hours later your friend is asleep on the table with your about to follow after her
  • for the first time since in there, you look around
  • and become shocked when you see Seungkwan holding his hair in fists with two of his older friends next to him
  • he looks up and happens to make eye contact with you
  • you smile at him
  • but he starts to urgently motion you to come towards him while his friends stare
  • cautiously you walk over and introduce yourself to his friends
  • “y/n save me!!!” 
  • he grabs your hands holding them tightly
  • one of his friends tsk, “gentlemen should ask before holding a girl’s hand” 
  • “Jeonghan!” the other friend says in a scolding tone, but amusement seeping through his voice
  • Seungkwan immediately lets go of your hand and blushes, “it’s not-t-” 
  • “okay Kwannie,” the other friend smiles, a little mischievously in your opinion,
  • “y/n here, will give you a kiss on the cheek if you finish your work” 
  • for once your not quick to process things
  • “Joshua,” that Jeonghan guy mocks the Joshua guy’s tone from earlier
  • catching what they are saying, “i will~” 
  • an very obvious blush on your cheeks
  • “o-okay!” Seungkwan eyes you for a second but looks away, the red on his cheeks becoming redder
  • let’s just say his work might have not been accurate, as he ended up making the two of you escape them
  • dashing out the library
  • giggling you laugh, “if you hate it that much, i’ll have to help with your homework” 
  • he nods, “please” 
  • your eyes meet seconds too long
  • but neither of you look away
  • hearts pounding
  • and whether you gave him that kiss or not 
  • thats a secret ;)

Originally posted by wonnhao

~ admin seri

MASTERLIST

Keeper

I recently watched ‘My Sisters Keeper’ for the second time and got inspired to create this imagine. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive but I’ve just had no drive to write. It usually comes and goes. 

This happens all the time. I have these periods when I don’t want to write even though I have all these ideas, and then I have these periods when I just can’t wait to get home and start typing. But I’ll get back into it. 

I really need to begin on my request’s though. I have so many but I just haven’t been bothered to finish. I KNOW! I’m terrible :( And lazy….

But anyways, lets get to this imagine.


Originally posted by moan-s

Her eyes, dark, painful, and slowly fading of light, noticeably glared directly towards the glass of goodness in my hand. The liquid inside, dark and steaming with heat, sloshed about as my body stifled around, and I couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for the girl eyeing it down.

“Want a sip?” 

Without warning, Kennedy’s eyes trembled away from the cup gripped firmly between my fingers and right towards my face evident with amusement. The poor girl had become so embarrassed, her cheeks - once pale and scabby - seemingly flushed red as she hung her head low. 

I chuckled “What?” Her reaction was rather odd.

“You know mom doesn’t like me drinking that stuff.” She frowned. 

At the words, my eyes rolled back far behind my lids, a sigh of annoyance leaving my lips. My mother was becoming increasingly annoying with every day that passed by. 

Ever since Kennedy was sadly diagnosed with Leukemia, my mother has made it her mission to restrict any foods that weren’t nutritional or just fatty in general. Everything was organic, everything was fresh and nothing was enjoyable. 

You would think now that my sister is dying, she’d have a chance to enjoy the small things in life, but instead - it’s become her worst nightmare. And she’s been restricted to a strict, healthy diet.

“Oh C’mon Ken, It’s just a sip of wine.” I grinned. “Besides Mom Isn’t here to see anyways.”

But she still seemed unsure. And I sighed. “Kennedy, It’s not going to kill you. You’re allowed to drink.”

“I know.” She said. “But knowing mom, she’ll find out one way or another and then you’ll get in trouble. And I don’t want that.”

My eyes, just mere seconds ago hard and filled to the brim with annoyance, suddenly fell into one of sincere pain, a smile of sadness reaching the corners of my lips. 

The girl in front me really didn’t deserve the pain and suffering she’s gone through. So innocent and young. Only eighteen for Gods sake! And If I could change anything, I would gladly reverse roles with her in a heart beat. 

But here she was, slowly withering away on this hospital bed, glaring out the same window with no ability to physically get up. Multiple needles and hoses penetrated her body, all leading off onto some sourceful machine barely keeping her alive.

Oh kennedy. 

“Stop being so selfless Ken! You’re the one who should be sporting all the attention, not me. Just taste it.” My hand quickly extended out to her mouth and she eyed the glass cautiously.

“How do they even let you bring that in here?” She grimaced. 

I smirked. “Twelve years of hospitals and talking to the same nurses everyday, I  managed to pull some strings. It was true. It’d been twelve years since Kennedy was diagnosed which means twelve years seeing the nurses. They’ve come to like me after a while.

With one more glance my way, she slowly took the glass out of my hand and took a small sip, and I watched in amusement as her face twisted into one of delight.

“You like it?” 

“It’s kind of weird.” She replied. “But yeah. It’s bitter.” 

I chuckled. “Have more.” 

And she did, all until we heard the click of a door and heard soft murmurs slowly beginning to drown the room. My hand immediately shot out towards Kennedy and her’s did the same, handing me the glass with a speed so quick we had managed to spill a bit amongst the floor.

I sat back, quickly trying to compose myself as Kennedy proceeded to swallow the wine and wipe her mouth of any evidence. Just in time as well, for then, my mom and Aunt Nat forward into the room. 

“Hey girls.” Mom spoke with a quiet tone. “I’ve gotta go pick your brother up from school but Aunt Nat’ll be here. Be back soon.” 

With a nod, we both mumbled a chorus of “Bye mom”s, and soon she was gone. 

Aunt Nat smiled wide, strutting over to the couch besides me with a kick in her step. She wasn’t quite and Aunty to me - although she was the mother of my sister. She was merely only a few years older at 25 and almost like a second sister to us both. 

Chill and layback - that was her style.

“What are y’all up to?” She smirked. 

With a quick glance at Kennedy, her doing the same, we smiled cheekily to each other. “Nothing.” We both said. 

“Nothing?” Nat smirked. “Well the wine on your bedsheets don’t say nothing but then again, neither do I.”

 I smiled, of course she wouldn’t tell our mother. She always stuck up for us. 

“Alright Girls.” Aunt Nat yelled with the clap of her hand. “It’s gossip time!” 

And we chuckled. “What’s the news today?” She asked. 

Glancing over at my sister, I watched with sluggish eyes as she shrugged her shoulders, grimacing slightly at the likely pain caused from the simple action. It made me sad to see such a small gesture hurt someone so undeserving but other then sad, I was feeling quite nervous. 

Boy did I have some news, but I was not at all ready to share it.

“Y/N.” Nat spoke with a cautious tone, her voice questioning and suspicious. “Why are you nervous, hm?”

No reply.

“Y/N?” Nat raised a brow. 

“It probably has something to do with her boyfriend.” Kennedy smirked, throwing me a joyful face. 

Aunt Nat grinned. “You mean that hottie of a superstar she managed to pick up? Girl you better start talking!”

I chuckled at the two wemon in front of me, shaking my head with disbelief at my crazy excuse of a prying family. “Oh jeez.” I muttered. 

“You know, It’s probably nothing.” Kennedy shrugged, though I caught her sneakily sparing a glance in my direction. It was obvious she was trying to annoy me, or attempt to shame me enough into proving her wrong and spilling my news. 

But it wasn’t working. Not this time. 

“I mean, they’ve been going out for three months and the most they’ve done is swap spit.” She rolled her eyes. 

Aunt Nat gasped. “Wait, you’re still a virgin?!” 

Oh God. This is not going well. Once again, I stayed silent. 

“Yep!” Kennedy smirked. “She’s a twenty one year old virgin, right Y/N?.” 

It hadn’t bothered me much that she was making fun of me for it, and trying to get me to admit to the title. We did it often - her teasing me for having not popped my cherry yet. Though I don’t see what she was so snobby about, she hadn’t also.

Though this time, I said nothing. No joking along, no agreeing. Just silence and an innocent glance at the ground. 

Kennedy’s smile dropped. “Right Y/N?” 

Still nothing.

“Why aren’t you agreeing?” She frowned. 

“Wait!” Nat suddenly yelled. “Wait-wait-wait just a second!” She sang. “I know that look anywhere! It’s the same look I gave your mom years ago! Your not a virgin anymore!” 

My eyes widened. How did she-?

“Oh my GOD Y/n! When?” She continued. 

A slow but evident blush began creeping up my face, and with a shy and nervous gulp, I answered. “Last night.”

Kennedy gasped. “And you didn’t tell me?!”

“Tell us what happened!” Aunt nat yelled with excitment, I cringed. “No.” I exasperatedly replied. “I’m not telling you about my sex life.” 

But this time, it was Kennedy who spoke. “Please Y/N.” She begged. “I’m probably never gonna be able to experience it for myself. At least tell me what it’s like.” 

Ugh! Shes so good at guilt tripping! Damn her …

I was hesitant, all soughts of thoughts passing through my mind. Should I? “Ugh, fine. Only for you.”

Aunt Nat squealed “Give us all the details! How long was he?” 

At the thought my eyes widened. “Oh my god.” I sighed to myself. “H-He was… Wow. I didn’t think he was that big.” I answered. As representation, I raised my arms and spread my hands around 7 inches apart. “It was like - this big and-”

But Nat frantically shook her head and interrupted. “No Boo, I meant how long did he last. Not that. TMI.” She cringed.

I blushed. “Oh.” Then chuckled nervously. “Right, yeah - well. He lasted a pretty decent amount of time actually. I couldn’t keep up. I mean, I came first the first time. Then he came the second time. Then it was him again, then me-”

“There was more then one round?!” Nat gasped. 

“Yeah?” 

“Shit! Good looking and lasts in bed? Get you a man that can do both.” She laughed.

“Alright ‘nough dirty stuff.” Kennedy shook her head with a chuckle. “Tell us - how was it?”

And that’s when I finally allowed myself to relax. Reminiscing on all the events of last night and the heavenly feelings Justin brought me. His touch, his body, everything was just so amazingly perfect. 

So sensual and gentle, but all to my desires. He made me feel like a queen - like I deserved every bit of love he had for me. And he showed me all that love last night in the many, many rounds of sex we encountered. 

I had never thought such a simple and casual thing could ever feel so amazing and desirable. Maybe is was just a result of my first, but I doubt that much desire and love for the man I had wouldn’t have an effect on the pleasure he brought.

“It was the best night of my life. He was so gentle. So loving. Everything was so perfect and Oh Jesus, it was the best feeling I’d ever had.”

I smiled at the memories “He surprised me with dinner then took me to a hotel afterwards. He got the staff to set the mood and asked me if I wanted to. And that if I didn’t he wouldn’t mind just cuddling with me. But I’m so happy I said yes. Everything was amazing. He made sure it was just how I liked it - my own pace.” 

J-Justin.” it escaped so breathy, so low and so lovingly. He lay on top of me, supported by nothing by his elbows on either side of my face. The pressure between my legs was becoming increasingly more painful the more he slid in, and I really couldn’t withhold the small whimper of pain which escaped. 

“Baby is it hurting? Shit I’m sorry - should I stop?” He frantically questioned. 

My eyes widened, and I said all too fast. “No! No no, i’m fine. Don’t stop. I like it.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes.” I nodded, and as assurance, I placed my hands against his bare back, gripping his skin to pull him further forwards. With a nod he was continuing his journey inside me.

Sliding against my wetness with a strained face full of pleasure. 

“Fuck Justin baby your so big.” I groaned. It was either that or I really wasn’t used to this. Maybe both.

“Shit baby girl, you’re so tight.” He groaned.

My eyes shot open in worry Is that a bad thing?” I trembled. 

At my expression he was quick to shake his head. “No no baby, It’s good. It means more work and more pleasure. For me and you.” One hand was sent to stroke against my face, which I couldnt’ help but lean into.

I hadn’t realised but he was now fully inside me, sitting firmly in position. But I wasn’t satisfied yet. I wanted more. “I’m ready.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes Justin. Move please baby!”

And at this, he smirked. “Your wish is my command.” With a chaste kiss on my lips, he slowly began to pull out, only to begin sliding back in. Then again, and again.

What was this feeling? And why did it feel so good?

“Shit.” Aunt Nat sighed. “I want a Justin.” 

“I want to meet him.” Kennedy sighed. “When can I?” 

“I already told you babe, Justin’s a busy man. He’ll come when he’s free but i wouldn’t hope too soon. I doubt his free for a while.”

“Wouldn’t be too sure.” 

The voice had us all spinning in our seats, eyes wide with shock. He was here. He was really here.

“Oh my god!” Kennedy gasped. “I-It’s you!”

“Of course.” Justin smiled. With a few steps, he was standing directly besides Kennedy’s bed, placing a small but sweet kiss against her dry forehead with a smile. “Aren’t you just beautiful.” 

Kennedy blushed. “Not really.” 

“What do you mean not really? You’re absolutely stunning! From a distance I thought you were a model and I was like to myself ‘Who is that? What runway show have I seen her from?’ but when I got closer I realised that It was just my beautiful girlfriend’s beautiful sister.”

She smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile as well. He was amazing at this. 

Thats when a sudden voice was heard from besides, nearly shocking me to the after life, right out of my state of entrancement amongst my boyfriend. 

“You picked a good one.” Aunt Nat whispered. 

“I did, didn’t I?” 

“he’s a real gentleman.”

“In my books, if a man can my sister smile then he’s a keeper.” I stated. 

Aunt Nat smiled. “Well, guess he’s a keeper then.” 

Yes. I guess he is.

Caryl Spec. for 7x10/7x16

These spoilers have only confirmed my suspicions… I will die of a heart attack on Sunday night and I will do so happily and willingly.

But it makes me wonder too, that these spoilers are not even every single detail of 7x10, only a snippet of it. Not to mention it doesn’t specify how they look at each other while they say this dialogue. So it begs the question, what will happen in the moments that we DON’T know about? If the spoilers that we got are this good, then there’s even more potential for even more amazing Carylness!

Yes we know now that (SPOILERS) Carol initiates the first hug, and Daryl does the second, which is supposed to be a very sweet hug. But what about in between? Because with what they talk about and the hard angsty snippets of dialogue we’ve been blessed with, I can’t help but assume that they at least cuddle with each other, since hugging and cuddling are one of the best ways at comforting your boo. What about the looks they give each other, for I could only assume they would look at each other lovingly. What about if they cry, because if they’re not crying during the hugs then I’ll do it for them!! What about during the hugs themselves? We don’t know the details, so as far as we know, there could be lifts, head nuzzling, forehead/cheek kisses, hand holding after they part… *swoons*

But for me, there’s an even bigger question mark on what will happen during 7x16. The new spoilers have shown us that Carol does indeed love him but is still troubled by what she’s done. She even (SPOILERS AGAIN) wants to go with him when he leaves, and he hesitates on leaving, but neither listen to their urges. So it makes me wonder, how will their reunion play out during 7x16?

Carol will obviously leave the house once she finds out about Glenn and Abe, but of course she herself had said that she knew she’d kill people if she found out about who the victims were so she didn’t want to know (or so I’ve read). Something else needs to trigger her back from this torture arc, not just coming back in the fight, but to help her understand what she needs to do. 

What if it’s the fact that Daryl was captured and tortured that kind of brings her out of her funk? Hell yeah it’s bad that she lost two friends, one in particular a very close friend. But Carol is by no means stupid, and finding out about Daryl’s capture and torture will make her realize that he’s got a target on his back. And that if he gets caught again, he will die. So maybe, that’s what makes her realize that killing is necessary, because she would never forgive herself if she could’ve saved the man she loves most from death if all she had to do was kill a few saviors to do so.

Fast forwarding to 7x16, after all of the amazing fluffyness that was 7x10. The only reason it didn’t push forward in 7x10 was b/c of her emotional trauma, so to me they should do something more during 7x16. I used to think that 8x01 is when we’d get their first kiss, but I’m not so sure about that anymore (I flip back and forth on it all the time really).

To me, Carol will be so grateful to see him again that she runs and embraces him, and she’ll kiss him right then and there because she’s so relieved to see him okay, and he, although shocked at first, will happily oblige. Then comes 8x01 in the next season (again, the 100th episode), and maybe the big moment would be them to consummate their relationship. Yeah it does seem rather quick for Caryl, but they could start off the season with a small time jump of a few months. Or they’ll use the illusion that the 6 month hiatus brings, where it feels like to us that their first kiss happened so long ago, so it’s not as much of a jump to see them do the dirty 6 months later.

This is just pure speculation right here, but more than anything I am SO DAMN EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS IN 7X10. SUNDAY CANNOT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH!!

Caryl on loves!

Super Mario Kart - Yoshi and Ghost Valley?

We all know that Super Mario Kart didn’t have as many character themed tracks as the games that came after it, but that didn’t stop me from assuming every character did own their very own track! 

This was mostly based on the game’s ending credits, in which the camera focuses on one character in a specific track as they all drive in a straight line (See video 0:39)

Going by this logic:

  • Luigi: Mario Circuit (Mario let his bro keep his race tracks, since Luigi didn’t have any of his own. That’s what I liked saying to myself at least back then)
  • Peach: Donut Plains
  • Yoshi: Ghost Valley
  • Bowser: Bowser Castle
  • DK Jr.: Choco Island
  • Koopa Troopa: Koopa Beach
  • Toad: Vanilla Island
  • Mario: Rainbow Road

Most of these were pretty straightforward, even if the character wasn’t exactly tied to the theme of the track they appeared in, but the one that always caught my attention the most was Yoshi and Ghost Valley.

Why was this Yoshi’s track? Why is this place overrun by ghosts? Did Yoshi do something to the Boos? Why is he racing here if this isn’t his islan- wait a second. No… it can’t be… but OF COURSE! This IS Yoshi’s Island! It’s obvious and I can’t believe I was so blind! All pieces come together when you look at the clues: 

1) if you look at the background of the track, you’ll notice shadows that look like trees, mountains and castles:

…and what Yoshi related place do you see all these things in? WELL:

…EXACTLY.

In the first world of Super Mario World: YOSHI’S ISLAND

2) The music for the track is THE SAME as the one in Ghost House levels and the Sunken Ship in what game? You guessed it! Super Mario World:

3) The dark spooky, blue and brown, theme of the track bears too many similarities with the Ghost House levels in SMW:

…and with the Sunken Ship level, which is overrun by ghosts… and where Mario and Yoshi “stole”… the mysterious Green Orb from…

UH OH

THAT’S IT

The Boos were angry at Mario and Yoshi for taking the orb they were protecting! After all they do try to stop you from getting to it. But they couldn’t do anything to Mario since he wasn’t around anymore, so they had to go after Yoshi! For this very same reason, they decided to take over the Yoshi’s Island track in Super Mario Kart and transformed it into:

Ghost Valley…

Or that’s what I liked to believe when I was a kid at least ;D

So what do you think? I hope you enjoyed this crazy theory I had as a child and let me know if you liked it or not!