looks like Grey is in good hands

ok but tents

in da2 and inquisition everyone had a home to go back to, but in origins they literally only had their camp for like a year

thing is, everyone was joining one after another, weeks and sometimes months apart (im looking at u oghren)

how come all the tents look the same? they should be all mismatched

and sometimes it could take a while to actually find a tent for new party members

just imagine, wynne joins the party and shares a tent with leliana for a while and everything is lovely, they both are clean and sweet and just the loveliest tent mates

in contrast, imagine the first night after zevran joined in and neither alistair nor zevran in their shared tent even shutting their eyes in fear that the other will stab them

or oghren joining and the party actually has a fight over who’s going to share their tent with him bc holy shit that guy’s smell is powerful (actual canon, sorry oghren)

and also imagine the possibilities of what each tent would look like

zevran and leliana and morrigan choosing tents that actually look good bc not a chance they will sleep in something that looks like rags hanging on sticks

loghain choosing the most patriotic thing as possible and just glaring at lelianas tent

sten going with practicality but also having some tiny detail, maybe a pattern or an embroidery of some flower that reminds him of par vollen

alistair sometimes looking up at the roof of his tent and feeling sad bc he sees the grey warden griffon embroidered and he remembers when duncan handed him the tent

anyway, tents

hey @ og homestucks if you’re giving hiveswap fans advice about sealing body paint maybe don’t be aggressive about? i’ve seen a lot of posts where people are swearing at people about sealing body paint and yeah that’s important but you don’t need to be an asshole to get your point across.

on that note, sealing body paint is important, for people who don’t know the ins and outs of paint, because the worst thing that can happen is getting grey on people’s hard worked on costumes! you’ll probably feel guilty if it happens and it’s the kind of thing that is enough to dampen your experience of a convention - worse still, they’ll be stuck walking around with grey paint on that careful armor they spent fifteen hours sculpting and painting or the shirt that they had to find in the right colour, etc etc. 
seal your paint with lots of baby powder or translucent powder! ben nye is a good brand of paint (for my skin tone which is like, white as heck, i mix one of their white and grey together) if you can afford it because it’s waterproof and long lasting. you’ll need alcohol based remover to get it off - otherwise, snazaroo is cheap, although it’s not waterproof and will probably come off way faster. there is also kryolan which i’ve never tried but heard good things about! it pays to look around at tutorials and the like, there are a load on youtube about how to do it as safely as possible so as to avoid dampening someones con experience!
some people make arm socks, but i cant sew at all so i paint my hands. i’d recommend covering them extra well, and if you think you’ve covered them enough…well, cover them a few times, juuuuuust to be sure! i also never paint the palm of my hands or underside of my fingers because i like to grab stuff to look at in cons and it’s just overall safer for me not to! 

tldr; homestucks be nice, and there;s some actual help instead of a !!!Sea L Yo ur B o D y P AI nt !! rant in the big blurb. have fun i guess and i hope i get to take photos with people cosplaying hiveswap at my next con! 

Pup Cups & Howling Karaoke

Summary: You catch Bucky and his service dog taking the day off and decide to butt in on their day.

Prompt(s):  requested by the lovely @this-kitty-has-claws

1.      “Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body parts for money.”
3.      “How long have you been standing there?”

Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof

Word Count: 1901

Originally posted by buchanstan

When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation, you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.

On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment. You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.

Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the dryer after brushing her in retaliation.

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Party Games - Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Reader, Lydia Martin

Word Count: 5096

Notes: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Oral (both receiving - 69-ing), Slight Bondage, Orgasm Denial, ‘Toy’ use please don’t try this at home), marking, kinda angsty. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for being my actual angel and giving me encouragement on this and proof reading it because it’s ways different to anything I’ve done before. Also thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @thelittlestkitsune for the incredible help they gave me all the way through, reading and checking it all.

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James Potter is going grey

In honour of the grey hair I found on my head today.

Also here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12391871/1/Going-Grey

When James finally starts going grey, you would have thought the entire bloody world had caught on fire.

It’s Sirius who spots it first, the one shining silver strand in the mass of black hair on James’ head. They’re trooping in, brooms over their shoulders, mud on their quidditch boots, and James has Harry wrapped up under his arm, rubbing his head while Harry laughs at James’ insistence that “You can’t slag off your old man. I would have kicked your arse back in the day.”

“Yeah,” Harry yells, elbowing his father in the side, “back in the day.” Sirius barks a laugh, claps Harry on the back, “Nice one, kid.” James shoots him a glare and he shoves James’ shoulder, “Tough break, mate. Though your kid kicking your arse goes nicely with that grey hair you’ve got there. Very fitting.”

When Lily finds them a few minutes later, Harry is doubled over, barely breathing with laughter, and James and Sirius are nothing more than a tangle of limbs on the now excruciatingly muddy kitchen floor. She pulls out her wand, twirls it deftly between her fingers, calmly threatens to hex them within an inch of their lives if they don’t get up right now and clean the floor.

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AUGUST 2, 2017

i finally managed to find good lighting! here are better pictures of my august layout + week one spread ♡

i really like how my week one turned out, although my hand was super shaky while putting shadows on the header, so it didn’t come out straight. nevertheless, it still looks good to me!

i printed out the pictures from @pacifistpadme , and i decided to make the boxes smaller because i don’t really have much going on this week :D

ps. i’ll be uploading the process vid of this later on youtube, and i’ll make sure to tell you guys when i do!

#33 “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” from the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ for @chaostheoryy

“Cas, why-”

“Just do as I say, Dean. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Castiel looks strictly at Dean, who frowns suspiciously at his boyfriend.

“If you’re gonna put something gross in my hands I’ll rub it all over your face.”

Castiel frowns, honestly confused by Dean’s idea.

“Why would I do that?” He asks, his eyes squinting into the thoughtful stare he often observes Dean with.

“Forget it,” Dean sighs and bites away a smile. He should know by now that Castiel doesn’t ever pull pranks on him like that. Dean’s the one to prank Cas every once in a while, and whenever Dean can get a smile from the angel’s lips, it’s like a victory to him. 

He solemnly closes his eyes and holds up his hands in front of him.

“Good.” There’s a moment Dean doesn’t feel or hear anything, then something slightly heavy is put in his palms. He feels Castiel reach closer. Dean kisses him back blindly, smiling against Cas’s lips. “You can watch now.”

Dean blinks open his eyes, returning back to the bunker. In his hand is a necklace with something that looks like an hourglass as its pendant. But inside isn’t sand. It’s a substance in between fluid and solid, filling the entire tube. It’s a very soft blue, almost grey, but as he looks closer, Dean sees all kinds of colors storming through each other in that tiny piece of glass. It’s mesmerizing to watch, sparks and swirls mixing together in a slow but steady pace. Dean has never seen something this breathtaking.

“This- this is beautiful.” He whispers, his eyes shifting to Cas who’s watching him patiently. “What is inside?”

“A bit of my grace,” Cas says simply. Dean swallows and looks again, eyes growing wide.

“What, but…. Cas, you- you put your grace in… and you’re giving it to me because… why?”

Castiel takes the necklace from Dean’s fingers and puts it around Dean’s neck slowly, thoughtful. As soon as the hourglass rests on the higher of his chest, a warmth seems to be sent through the glass into his body. He knows he’s not imagining. Castiel looks up.

“I want you to have it. This way, I will always be close to you. You’ll be able to feel me even when I’m not there, and if you ever need me-” He takes Dean’s hand and lays it on the hourglass. “I will know.”

“How?” It’s all Dean can ask, stunned by the gift that seems too valuable to just hang around his neck.

“It has heaven’s blessing and angelic spells that connect the angel owning the grace from the one wearing the necklace. The hourglass stands for the human’s life, which is finite, and the balance between heaven and earth, you and me.”

Cas swallows, staring at Dean’s hand around the pendant more than Dean’s face.

“An angel can give his grace only to one human- once given, it can’t be given to someone else.”

“Wow.” Dean breaths. He looks at Cas, who is still looking down. “And you- gave it to me?”


“Jeez, Cas, I- I don’t know what to say, I’m…”

“I’m sorry for giving it to you so abruptly. Maybe I should’ve asked if you wanted to have it, but I knew that there was only one human I would ever give my grace to and-”

Dean kisses him. He pulls him closer suddenly needing to kiss the breath out of his lungs, have Castiel’s lips rough and messy against his own. If not, he might start crying.

“Thank you,” he whispers in between two kisses. “I’ll guard it with my life.”

They rest their foreheads together, and Castiel slowly calms down his breathing.

“If you were to- to die…” Cas grips onto him stronger. “I will die with you, it’s one of the spells. Because if you were to die and I would stay alive… It would be my personal hell.”

“Cas-” Dean hates the idea of Castiel dying, being immortal, but he knows that if he had to live without Cas for an eternity, he’d rather die as well.

“I love you, Dean,” Castiel mutters. “More than I’ve loved anyone ever.”

His blue eyes are as fierce as the grace in Dean’s necklace. Dean kisses him again, gently, and softly bumps their noses together.

“I love you too, Cas.” He smiles, despite the weight of their conversation. They stand like that for a while, in the middle of the bunker’s library, head to head, eyes closed.

Dean eventually breaks the silence, dissolving the fear their conversation had brought. He needs to lighten the air.

“If I ever uh… feel real, y’know, alone at night, and I’d be in for some fun… would telling you through this be possible?” He asks with a smirk, his thumb gliding over the hourglass.

Cas glares at him, but the corners of his mouth twitch.

“Yes, but you know I’m still able to decide not to come, right?”

Dean scoffs.“Too bad you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

Just as Cas wants to reply, they hear the door opening and Sam getting inside.

“Thanks, Cas, I mean it,” Dean says another time and seals it with a kiss.

Whenever Dean is reading and he absent-mindedly runs his fingers over the hourglass, he’ll see Castiel at the other end of the table smile. It’s more than just a victory to him.

Remus catches you stealing his sweaters


You sat curled up in one of the enormous lounge chairs in the common room, reading a book and cuddling a box of tissues. The seasonal devil of sickness had gotten to you and now you were going to be sniffling in all your classes. Not only that, but to even consider getting out of bed you had to put on three sweaters. It’s a good thing Remus basically lived next door.

By some miracle, good ol’ Shrimpy (otherwise known as Remus J. Lupin) had grown to be 6 feet tall in the last few years, allowing you to layer an extra two of his sweaters over yours and comfortably navigate he drafty castle.

Just as you turned the page- hoping dearly that Achilles and Patroclus would finally be allowed happiness- your book was snatched out of your hands. You frowned and glared up at the 6'2 monster towering above you. “What on Earth possessed you to do that?” You growled, snatching your book from his hand and carefully marking the page you were to continue on to. In the near silence of the common room you couldn’t help but notice as Remus grumbled something under his breath.

“Would you like to share with the class?” You prompted, standing and putting your hands on your hips.

“I said that that is my sweater,” Remus accused.

“Yes, it is,” You agreed, looking down at the dark grey sweater hanging to your thighs.

“I almost missed breakfast looking for it.”

You smiled slightly and shrugged, reaching for a tissue to wipe your running nose. “I’m sorry, but as you can see it’s for a good cause,” You said, settling back in your chair.

After a quiet Remus-like sigh he joined you, sitting down in the chair next to yours. “We missed you down at dinner,” He said, pulling out a little napkin and unrolling it. Inside was a slightly crushed berry tart. You smiled.

“Is that so?”

“Of course,” He nodded, passing the treat over and then relaxing in his chair.

There was a moment of silence.

“This doesn’t mean you can keep my sweaters.”

“We’ll see.”

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Mulder and Scully make dinner together and mess it up

Things That Happen in the Kitchen
by mldrgrl
Rated PG13

“Scully, can I ask you a personal question?” Mulder asked.  He’d been twirling a pencil between his fingers and watching her type up a report on her computer for the better part of fifteen minutes, and she knew from experience that his silence wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she answered, taking only a brief pause before she began typing again, trying to ignore his gaze, which she could feel boring holes into the back of her head.  Her neck tingled and she flicked her head back to shake the feeling away

“Can you cook?”

“Of course I can cook.”

“Why, ‘of course?’  I’m supposed to believe you can do everything perfectly?”

Scully smiled in spite of herself, but her back was to Mulder so she knew he wouldn’t see her amusement.  “Seven years later, you’ve finally caught on.”

“You know what I’ve also learned in seven years, Scully?”


“I need proof.”

Scully smiled again, but kept typing.  “What about you?”

“Does soup count?”



“Not quite.”

“I guess not.”

Scully nodded once and put her attention back into her report.  She’d lost her place in the moment she let her mind wander to engage in conversation with Mulder and she had to backtrack to find her train of thought again.

“So, what about Friday night?” Mulder asked.

“What about it?” she murmured, re-reading her last paragraph.

“You coming over and teaching me how to cook.”

Scully finally turned in her chair to face Mulder and he stopped twirling his pencil, though the grin on his face remained.  She lifted her brow as if to question his sanity.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.  

“Basically, you just want me to feed you.  What do I get out of it?”

“You get to put your money where your mouth is.  Try to prove to me you know what you’re doing.  I know how much you enjoy that.”

“I don’t enjoy proving you wrong, it’s just so easy to do.”

“I said try, Scully.  I still contend you have yet to actually prove me wrong.”

Scully raised her brow again, definitely questioning his sanity this time.  She turned back around and put her hands on her keyboard, but didn’t type.

“How’s seven?” she asked.

“Works for me,” he answered, twirling his pencil again.  She could see him grinning in the reflection of her computer screen.


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Yes ma’am

Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!

Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.

Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst. 

A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.

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Summary: Sansa is kind of YouTube famous and decides to vlog her family holiday for her viewers but her first video has unexpected results. 

The thing is Sansa didn’t mean to get into YouTube. She had aspirations of being a theatre actress, doing Shakespeare on the West End or something equally as prestigious, but one drunken night at uni, Sansa decides the world is in dire need of a video on how to do your makeup drunk. It’s not her proudest moment and she even uploaded it without any editing whatsoever, but somehow, by the time she woke up the next morning, she already had over 100,000 views. It’s utterly bizarre and – well, it’s kind of cool. Jeyne thinks it’s good exposure because it’s not like she can’t just quit YouTube if she wants, so she uploads a couple more videos. One of her doing the everyday beauty routine challenge and another drunk one where Jeyne and her drink wine and talk about fuckboys. By the end of the month, she’s kind of YouTube famous and life ceased to make sense anymore.

Her family at least thinks it’s hilarious. Robb constantly asks to appear in her videos and her views skyrocket each time because according to her fans, her brother is ‘so hot holy shit let him impregnate me’, which is really, really disgusting. Occasionally Bran will join her if he’s visiting her at uni and they’ll just drink and review movies or shows together. The only two people who adamantly refuse to have anything to do with her channel are Arya and Rickon. Rickon’s still in that awkward teenage phase where hanging out with his older sister is uncool and Arya just scoffs at YouTube in general. But when the trend of vlogging starts taking off, Sansa decides to give it a try. She’s going on holiday with her family and a few of their friends, so it’s the perfect opportunity to test it out.

– although not everyone thinks so.

“Get that fucking camera out of my face, Sansa,” Arya spits out as they stand in the queue waiting to check in their luggage. Sansa sticks out her tongue and her sister rolls her eyes in exasperation. They’ve always had an antagonistic relationship, as sisters do, but it’s gotten worse with YouTube. Sansa doesn’t really know why but she doesn’t want to dwell on it either. Arya can be a cow so it’s probably just that.

Sansa turns the camera to Robb, who’s wearing a greying hoodie, sunglasses perched on his nose and an empty Starbucks cup in one hand. “Hungover, Robb?”

He looks up blearily, notices the camera and flashes a weak smile. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Looking directly at the camera, he adds, “listen, kids, if your best friend breaks up with his girlfriend and you think it’s a good idea to go cheer him up with a bottle of whiskey eight hours before flying, don’t.”

Arya, Bran and Rickon snicker, but Sansa is a little frozen with this new piece of knowledge. “Wait…” But she doesn’t get a chance to ask because Jeyne comes bounding forward with her hot pink suitcase rolling behind her.

“Morning, Starklings!” she greets brightly – to much groaning from her siblings. She plants a kiss on Sansa’s cheek and squishes Robb’s face between her hands. “Hi, sunshine. Saw your Instagram story last night. Looks like you and Jon had a great time.”

“Story? What story?” Robb questions, rubbing his cheeks, before his eyes widen. “Noooo, I didn’t. Did I? Shit.”

“You did, you so very did,” Jeyne chirps, as she turns to the camera with a wave. “Our resident heartthrob here took our resident grump to a strip club.”

“What!” shouts all four Stark siblings, Sansa included.

Arya punches Robb in the shoulder. “Why would you do that to Jon? Does he look like that would cheer him up? He’s not you or Theon.”

Her brother rubs his shoulder, glaring at Arya. “Drinking games weren’t working! And he didn’t want to talk about it so…” He shrugs sheepishly. “We were out of options.”

“That’s so like you, Robb,” Sansa says on a sigh. “Maybe you should’ve just left him alone.”

She doesn’t usually voice her opinions on any matter involving Jon – mostly because she doesn’t think she has a leg to stand on. They’re not friends, not in the way he is with Robb or Arya or even Bran and Rickon. Actually, she seems to be the only person he doesn’t get along with. But she knows him. He’s Jon. He’s the guy who sat with her on her fifteenth birthday when she walked in on Joffrey making out with Margaery. He’s the guy that drove her home when she got drunk for the first time at seventeen and was too terrified to call Robb or her parents. He’s her grumpy knight in shining armour and she’s been in love with him for six years, so she knows him, probably better than Robb does, but of course no one knows that.

“Speak of the devil!” Arya exclaims as she walks quickly towards Jon, throwing her arms around his waist in a tight hug. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her. Sansa watches them whispering to one another, Arya rolling her eyes and then Jon ruffling her hair with fondness. It twists something inside of her that makes her shut the camera off and look away.

“Are you okay?” Jeyne says under her breath so only Sansa can hear.

She nods mutely, not wanting to say anything to betray how painful it’s always been to see Jon interact with her siblings, how effortless their friendships are and the stark contrast it is to how he is with her. She doesn’t need him to love her back, not in the way she loves him, but she can’t even have his friendship and that stings.

“Morning,” Jon greets as he reaches them with Arya tucked under his arm. “So I guess you’ve all heard.” They nod and there’s a round of commiserations. “Okay, good. Now that that’s done with, let’s not bring it up again.” His voice is teasing but there’s a sharpness to it that means Jon’s serious, so they all laugh and carry on, changing the topic to whether their flight will be delayed.

Theon’s the last to arrive, and thankfully by that point, the queue’s moved up enough that they only have to wait a further five minutes to check in. Her parents arrive back from their morning stroll around the airport just in time and soon they’re all heading to board the plane. There’s a scuffle as they near the gate as everyone’s looking at their tickets to see who they’re sitting with.

“Oh c’mon! Someone else sit next to him!”

“Awe, Jeyne, I’m not that bad.”

“Piss off, Theon. I will stab you!”

“Jeyne, honey, it’s only a couple hours.”

“Yes, Mrs Stark.”

Sansa muffles her laugh behind her bag as she searches for her passport which she shoved down to the bottom as they went through security. Once she has it in her grasps, she pulls out the ticket and reads out, “26C.”

“Oh,” says a voice from behind her and Sansa quickly turns around. Jon’s looking at his ticket then back up at her, a faint smile on his lips. “26B. I guess we’re sitting together.”

“I guess so,” is all she can manage, as her whole body stiffens at the prospect of spending nearly three hours on a plane beside Jon. A single Jon. It’s just all too much for Sansa to deal with this early in the morning. His hair is as unruly as ever, curling just over his forehead, and he’s wearing a thin black jumper that strain against his broad shoulders and a pair of dark-washed jeans. Too much. It’s too much.

Sansa grabs for Jeyne and tugs her forward, turning away from Jon. “I’ll sit with Theon.”

Her best friend’s face widens with joy and then suddenly pinches together as she frowns at Sansa. “Why would you –” She glances behind them where Jon is still standing, now rolling his eyes at whatever Robb is saying. “Oh no, absolutely not. You are not running away from him again.”

“Again?” Sansa cries out indignantly, catching the curious gaze of her father. “What are you talking about?” she hisses a little quieter.

“Um, remember when Robb and Jon came out with us that night in freshers?” Jeyne raises a brow and Sansa deflates because she does remember. “He was practically ready to propose to you.”

“He was drunk.”

“He couldn’t stop staring at you or smiling at you,” Jeyne says. “And then he asks you to go outside with him and you panic and run away.”

“I went to the bathroom!” Sansa whispers harshly, but she did panic. She had been so sure she would never be more than Robb’s little sister to Jon that when he had taken her hand and asked if she wanted to get some fresh air, she panicked.

“And what happened next, Sans?” Jeyne asks, voice a little gentler now.

Her heart breaks all over again as she leans her forehead against her friend’s shoulder, a resigned sigh escaping her lips. “He met Ygritte.”

“That’s right, he did, and guess what? They broke up and you’re not bloody running again,” Jeyne says as she pushes Sansa back upright. “You’re going to sit there and be charming and he’s going to fall in love with you all over again.”

“You’re delusional,” Sansa murmurs instead.

“No, I’m brilliant. Now, c’mon.”

The first hour actually passes by in near to complete silence. Sansa doesn’t know if she’s disappointed or relieved; she’s existing in the realm between both emotions and it’s making it really hard for her to sit still or sleep. Jon seems to be sleeping just fine, his face relaxed as he leans as far back as the chair will go. But as the second hour approaches, the man beside Jon, a terrifyingly large and bulky man with multiple tattoos winding up his arms and peeking from his cargo shorts, slumps his head onto Jon’s shoulder with a thump. He startles awake, wide-eyed and confused, and Sansa can’t help laughing at his expression and the situation he’s now in.

He groans quietly. “Of course this would happen to me.”

“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, Jon,” she says, nudging his shoulder with hers. “If only I was as lucky to have a handsome man resting on me.”

Jon quirks an eyebrow at her. “Then let’s trade seats.”

“But how could you wake him!” she whispers back, smiling brightly at him and forgetting for a moment that she’s still madly, desperately, stupidly in love with this man.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he says but his lips twitch and it’s adorable how hard he’s trying not to smile.

“I’m enjoying it just the right amount,” Sansa says before she’s reaching down for her bag and grabbing her camera, turning it on and recording. “Now I’m enjoying it too much.”

Jon eyes the camera and then glares at it. “Sansa,” he says warningly. “If this goes on the internet, I’m going to –”

“What?” she questions with an innocent smile. Sansa turns the camera onto herself. “He wouldn’t dare threaten this face, would he?” She gives a little pout, and in the background, she sees Jon cracking a fond smile as he reaches forward to tug at her loose plait.

“I’ll get you back for this.”

She focuses the camera back on him again. “Hmmm, no, I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no, Jon, you big puppy dog. I can outplay you,” she says still sweetly innocent. She’s enjoying this weird banter they have going on far more than she should because Jon just broke up with his girlfriend and this is only going to end up with her getting her heart broken in the end. Only she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care so much she might as well repress whatever self-preserving brain cells she has left.

“Outplay me? I didn’t realise this was a game,” Jon says, amused.

“Life’s a game, Jon Snow,” she quips back, to which he actually laughs so loud the man leaning on him jumps awake. He stares at Jon and then at Sansa’s camera and yawns before leaning against the window and falling asleep once again.

Both Jon and Sansa stifle their laughter but it’s no use so Sansa does something wildly inappropriate and presses her face into Jon’s shoulder, muffling her giggles into his jumper. He doesn’t seem to mind or maybe he’s too busy trying not to laugh himself.

For a few seconds, Sansa just allows herself the comfort his warmth provides her before extricating herself once she realises her camera’s still recording. She turns it to face her and makes a face. “We’re going to hell.”

Jon nods in the background. “First class tickets.”

“At least I have you as company,” she says, smiling back at him, and he returns her smile.

When she passes out later at the hotel trying to edit the footage, the last thing Sansa expects is for it to be uploaded by the time she wakes up and for her to receive way more notifications than should be normal.

Aromanticbabex: Okay but am I the only one who would still climb hungover Robb like a tree?


Sansa blanches. How is that the most liked comment? Ew!

Lyla Patel: Sansa, you’re so pretty! I’m so glad you’re vlogging! Your videos always makes my days better!


A smile so wide blossoms on her face and she quickly replies, ‘Thank you, Lyla. I appreciate you and all my fans so much! Xxx’

But then the comments sort of devolve from there and she really has no how idea how to handle any of it.




            Roseand Tenforever: I ship it! I ship it so hard!!


Siobhan Hughes: Ummmmmm why the fuck would anyone break up with a man who looks like THAT! Sansa, get in there, girl!


Sansa slams her laptop shut and throws a pillow at Jeyne’s head. Her friend groans and rolls away from her. She throws a second pillow at her.


“Did you edit my video and upload it for me?” Sansa demands angrily. She slides out of bed to go and sit on top of Jeyne’s prone figure.

The girl huffs and tries to kick her legs out to dislodge Sansa. “I thought I was being a good friend! You looked really tired!”

“But now the entire internet thinks me and Jon have something going on!”

Jeyne opens one eye to narrow it at Sansa. “Well, don’t you? You two were awfully cosy on that plane.”

Jeyne,” she groans, pinching her friend on the hip. “He just broke up with his girlfriend! What if Ygritte sees it?”

“Then her bloody loss!” Jeyne suddenly thrashes wildly and Sansa ends up falling backwards onto the floor. A bruise is definitely going to form on her ass now. “Stop worrying about some girl you don’t even know and go after what you want, Sans.” She leans over the side of the bed to look down at her. “Look, I know Joffrey and Harry really screwed you over in the whole relationship department. And then after Ramsay, you’re kind of hesitant but we’ve known Jon since forever. He’s good and decent.”

Sansa rolls her eyes, even though her whole body’s recoiled at the mention of Ramsay but she’s trying desperately not to dwell on those months in her life. “I know that. Of course I know that. I’m the one in love with him, aren’t I?”

It’s hard to concentrate on having a good holiday when her mind is whirling with what Jeyne’s said. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t just go for Jon aside from the courtesy of giving him a wide berth while he heals from his breakup, but that’s not even what’s making her hesitant. It’s much more convoluted than that. It’s being cheated on in both of her previous relationships. It’s being stalked by a classmate for three months until he’s finally arrested for something completely unrelated – since reporting a stalker who hasn’t done anything means nothing to the police. It’s all of those things that make Sansa start to wonder maybe she shouldn’t be with anyone ever because everything she touches gets tainted one way or another and the last thing she’d want is to taint someone as pure as Jon. He’s the last good man on this planet that’s not related to her. And that’s just the thing, isn’t it? He’s really, really good. He’s honourable and honest and so loyal. He’d never cheat on his girlfriend. When he loves someone, she’s his whole world. Sansa saw the way he used to look at Ygritte, and although it had killed her to see him look at someone that way that wasn’t her, she was happy he’d found someone who made him that happy.

God, she hates love. She hates everything about it.

“Alright, sourpus, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Arya asks, slumping down into the beach chair beside her. She’s in a simple black bikini with a ball cap turned the wrong way around on her head. She has a bottle of some obscure Spanish beer in one hand.

Sansa shields her eyes from the sun to look at her sister. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re glaring at the ocean like it personally offended you,” Arya points out with a long drag from her beer. “Honestly, you’re in bloody Spain. What have you got to be so angry about?”

“I’m not angry, I’m just… thinking,” she says lamely as she watches Jeyne tackle Theon into the ocean while Robb looks on with an amused and somewhat impressed expression.

Uhuh, well you should think less,” Arya says. “Because you’re on holiday. Thinking is for losers. C’mon, Sans, have some fun.”

Sansa sighs. “What do you care if I’m miserable or not?”

Her sister snorts and rolls her eyes. “I care. Hey, I do. Just because I think you’re a spoiled princess most of the time doesn’t mean I don’t care if you’re happy or not. You’re just annoying.”

“I don’t know if I should be comforted or insulted,” Sansa chuckles as she swipes the beer from Arya’s hand to take a sip. As soon as the liquid hits the back of her throat, she makes a face. “I forgot I hated beer.”

Her sister snatches the bottle back. “Good. More for me.” They fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, both of them too busy watching their family and friends get into an all out war with each other. “Is this about Jon?”

Sansa’s head snaps to Arya so quickly she probably has whiplash now. “What?”

“He has no idea you fancy him, you know?” she says nonchalantly as if Sansa’s whole world hasn’t just been turned upside down. “Jon’s a bit of an idiot like that. Actually, both of you are idiots like that.”


“I mean god, he fancied you for so long it was honestly super gross,” she continues. “When he started dating Ygritte, we were all like ‘what the fuck’ but also kind of glad he was moving on.”

“What do you mean ‘we’ and what are you talking about!” Sansa is about to hit her sister out of sheer frustration.

Arya finally turns to look at Sansa and she’s wearing a long-suffering expression. “We as in the whole bloody family. Okay maybe except for Rickon. But everyone else kind of guessed it.” Her sister shrugs. “We didn’t think you were interested.”

“But I –”

“You’ve always been the type of person to keep your cards close to your chest,” Arya rattles on, cutting her off. “It was hard for any of us to tell.”

“So what changed?”

“Ygritte.” Her sister sighs and takes another pull from her beer. “When he started bringing her around, it was like – I don’t know. You just looked so broken.”

Sansa bites down hard on her lower lip but the memories come flooding back anyways.

The first time she saw Ygritte and Jon together was at her childhood home during Easter holidays. He’d brought her back with him from uni and it was just so obvious how smitten he was with her. Seeing him like that, so in love with someone else, had ripped out every wall she’d ever built around herself. It was like her mind had just given up trying to protect itself, like it didn’t care anymore what the rest of her did; it just wanted to succumb to its own self-pity and heartache. For days, Sansa had lived on autopilot. She smiled and made small talk but nothing could penetrate through the haze she was living in. Eventually, Jeyne had to come kidnap her and drive them back to uni early before Sansa completely fell apart.

The months that followed were the most agonising of her life. It feels melodramatic now to think it but Sansa couldn’t describe it in any other way. She knew even then how stupid it was to feel such a loss so acutely when Jon had never been hers to lose in the first place, but the petulant, childish part of her mind still screamed out that he was hers. He was her grump in shining armour and no one else’s. It was pathetic and she felt pathetic for thinking it.

“I hated her so much,” Sansa admits after a long silence. “I know that’s awful. I didn’t even know her but I just did. She was everything I wasn’t. Strong, smart, witty – it was like this realisation that I could try all my life to be like Ygritte but no one would ever look at me the way Jon looked at her.” She looks at her feet buried in the sand and says quietly, “because none of them would ever be him.”

Arya reaches out to grip Sansa’s hand. “You don’t just fancy him, do you?” She shakes her head. “You love him?” She nods. “Awe shit, Sans, then tell him.”

“I can’t. It’s not – he just broke up with Ygritte. I’d be an asshole to dump all this on him now.”

“You’re an asshole for not telling him in the first place,” Arya says but she’s smiling softly at her. “I’m no Jon interpreter but there’s a good fucking chance he loved you too.”

That night Sansa can’t bear to be around her family as they mill around the hotel bar chatting and drinking. She has too much to think about so at the first opportunity – which is just when Robb and Theon decide to do a duet at the karaoke machine – she slips out onto the beach with the goal of just walking aimlessly for as long as she needs to clear her mind. As always, Sansa has her camera and she begins to record the ocean as it laps up onto the sand. It’s close to a full moon and the silver light reflects off of the murky surface of the water. It’s beautiful and romantic, and so of course, she feels lonely for the first time in a long time. Sansa’s normally okay being single. After the debacle with Harry and the incident with Ramsay, the thought of any man being near her made her queasy, but now all she wants is for someone to wrap her up in their arms and just hold her. It’s a silly thought, probably born out of all those Disney movies she used to watch as a kid, but it’s there anyways, niggling at the back of her mind as she walks down the beach.

The air is humid and makes her hair stick to the back of her neck but there’s a cool breeze coming from the ocean that eases the humidity. She’s nearing the edge of the hotel’s property when she hears someone call out her name. Sansa turns and squints against the darkness.

“You shouldn’t be walking out here alone,” he says, jogging up to her. “It’s not safe.”

“Jon,” she breathes out, her whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of him. “I was just… clearing my head.”

He nods, grey eyes watching her carefully, before his cheeks flush. “Your viewers seem to like me.”

“You watched it?” Sansa asks, a little incredulous. She turns the camera off and puts it back into her bag.

“I always watch your videos, Sans.” He sounds so casual but the pink flush spreading across his cheeks makes her think this is anything other than casual. It’s unfairly adorable.

“I didn’t… know that,” she says slowly, unsure of what else to say now. “I can take it down if you don’t want anyone to see. Jeyne edited it so I didn’t really get a final say before she uploaded the video.”

Jon shakes his head. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

“Yeah,” Sansa says with a cheeky smile. “You and that man looked really good together on camera.”

He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never,” she agrees, smiling even brighter.

“Figures,” he mumbles, chuckling softly. “You know… we looked good together too.”

“What?” Sansa’s heart all but stops. She’s not really sure what to say or what he’s implying.

Jon takes a couple steps closer to her till they’re only a foot apart. “I wish I knew,” he murmurs softly. “Maybe I wouldn’t have wasted everyone’s time pretending I still didn’t care.”

“Jon, what are you talking about?”

“Do you want to know why Ygritte and I broke up?” he asks instead, which really annoys her, and if she isn’t already so close to coming completely undone she would kick him for being so cryptic.

“It started a couple months ago,” Jon continues when she doesn’t answer. He’s looking at her warily and it’s making her heart beat faster and faster. “Or maybe earlier, I don’t know. But when I found out what was happening to you with that Ramsay guy, I was just – it was all I could think about. Robb and I would spend hours researching what legal action you could take. We’d take turns driving past your flat and making sure you were safe. I was so worried out of my mind that I guess I just neglected Ygritte. And when she tried to bring it up, I snapped at her. I was furious that she couldn’t understand how important this was, how it was you.”

Sansa doesn’t really know anymore if she’s breathing. She wonders if she might’ve just wandered into the ocean and died because this is too surreal. This is Jon telling her she means as much to him as he means to her.

“Once Ramsay was arrested, I promised her I’d get better but it was like – for over a year, I was so sure I was in love with Ygritte. She was great in every way, but…” Jon pauses to glance towards the ocean. “The thought that someone could hurt you and take you away from me suddenly made me realise that I never did move on. And I think after awhile Ygritte figured that out too.”

He looks back at her then and takes her hand in his. “I don’t deserve you but I just need to know if there’s even a chance you feel the same way or if I completely misread the signs in that video and made a total prick of myself. If I did, I promise I’ll never bring this up again and we can go back to –”

Sansa cuts him off by pressing her lips against his. He freezes at first but then his hands go immediately around her and she’s wrapping her own arms around his neck, carding her fingers through his hair. It’s everything she ever wanted and so much more because it’s not just a kiss, it’s a confirmation that Jon really is hers and has always been hers and will forever be hers.

“God, I love you so much,” she admits quietly when they pull apart. “But you really are an idiot.”

“I know,” he chuckles. “And I’m sorry it took me this long to get here.”

“You’re here now,” she tells him, dropping a chaste kiss to his lips just because she can.

“I am… and for the record, I fucking love you too.”


Aromanticbabex: I can’t decide if I want to climb Robb or Jon like a tree. Maybe both together? Anyone else?


           Alison Lowe: I would let them do ungodly things to me

           Superwholock: You guys are gross (but if I had to choose, I’d choose Robb!)

           R0cket Racoon: Uhhhh, are you serious? It’s Jon all the way!

           Sansa Stark: Can you guys please stop trying to climb my brother and my boyfriend? (Also, Jon all the way indeed ;)) xxx

Wonder Starks: I think I peed myself laughing watching Robb try to give Jon ‘The Talk’!!!


           Wonder Starks: Also, how cute is Jon surprising Sansa with a holiday! I wish someone would fucking whisk me away from these exams! Where’s my grump in shining armour!

           Dasha Santos: Seriously, where’s my fucking grump!!!1!@£@!$£!!!



           Dani Johnson: I’m not crying you’re crying!!! T_T

           2Slow Veryfurious: This is the best Christmas present ever!!

           Arya Stark: You guys need to get a fucking grip.

           Jeyne Poole: Don’t be rude, Arya. This has been in the making for like seven years!! Do you know how tired I was of hearing her pine away for him?

           Robb Stark: Ugh, do YOU GUYS know how tiring it was for ME to watch my best friend stare longingly at my baby sister? That’s way worse!

           Arya Stark: That’s because you think Sansa and I are like 12

           Robb Stark: But you are…

           Robb Stark: Arya?

           Jeyne Poole: I think she left, idiot.

           Robb Stark: Oi, don’t call me an idiot or I won’t take you out on that date!

           Jeyne Poole: I NEVER EVEN SAID YES!!

           Robb Stark: The lady doth protest too much ;)

           Robb Stark: Jeyne?

           Robb Stark: Oh goddamnit.

           Tom Hart: OH MY GOD! REYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Colors {Michael Mell x Reader}

request: anonymous asked:Can I request one of those soul mate aus with when they lock eyes or touch or something like that they finally see color? Michael x reader? Also your blog is amazing love you!


warnings: bullying, swearing, cute shit

word count: 2555

The world that you lived in was a very strange one. Devoid of color and aching to be loved, maybe people were desperate to find their soulmate, so that they could be allowed to see the incredible, beautiful world that awaited those in love.

You, however, were afraid.

Your shades of grey were familiar. The smokiness of your favorite sweater, the slate of your eyes, the silveriness of your hair - all of it was going to change someday. What if you didn’t like it?

From what you’d heard of the greatness of love, though, it might be worth it. So what if your entire world changes? Does it really matter anyway?

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Call You Mine || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff

There was a glimpse of light from behind the curtains as the morning light fluttered in through the open window. Cold autumn air swept in, stirring the sheets around you, rousing you from the comfortable sleep you had found yourself in.

Bright sunlight flittered across the room, bringing your attention to the body next to yours. He was stretched out, his body shifting slightly as he tried to find the missing warmth from when you had moved.

The light seemed to glow, highlighting the expanse of pale skin that laid next to you. Yoongi’s back was exposed to you, reminding you of what you were now able to call yours.

It was nice to finally be able to see Yoongi like this. For him to finally have a day off to be with you.

He usually spent most of his days at the studio, forgetting to come home and do things with you, but he had booked off this specific day to help you out.

The two of you had just recently moved in together and you were supposed to spend the day putting away boxes and setting things up. The living room still needed to be painted and you thought about conquering that.

He stirred softly beside you and you held your breath as he let out a little huff of breath. One eye seemed to peel itself open and he looked at you, just staring down at him.

The gummy smile you had found yourself becoming more and more familiar with came across his face and the both of you just stared at each other.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You whispered quietly. Yoongi’s arm came up, without saying another word, and he pulled you close just hugging your bottom half. You didn’t say a word as your hand found it’s way into his mop of grey hair.

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Losing Your Humanity

Wanted to write something about Henry turning into a toon after seeing @squigglydigglydoo‘s Toon Henry AU  and @yunisverse‘s BATIM posts. So here goes. 

The changes had started off small. Little flecks of black in his blood, less creaking of his joints, more energy. He didn’t think much of it in the beginning. As long as he could run away from the strange ink monsters and evade Bendy and whatever Sammy had become, he was perfectly happy to ignore anything strange that might be happening to his body. He had been wondering if he’d get ink poisoning from wading through all the ink, but it vanished quickly. He hadn’t realized the ink was seeping into his body, changing it from the inside out. He started coughing a lot. He chalked this up to the dusty studio at first. Then he’d started coughing up blood. This, of course, was cause for concern. He almost didn’t notice the flecks of black mixed in with the usual red in his panic. The coughing ceased after only an hour or so, although only after he’d vomited up something which’s contents he didn’t particularly want to guess at. It was black and almost like tar in its consistency, with lumps roughly the size and shape of human organs. The substance felt slick and oily passing his lips, nothing like normal vomit.

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anonymous asked:

For analysis purposes I haven't stopped watching the strategy scene with Jon saying TOGETHER twice when speaking of him and Dany travelling to the North together. Is it just me or is it his feelings speaking a little louder than political purposes. Although Jon is strategically right, it really seemed that he was hiding the desire to be around Dany behind their military alliance strategy and everyone seemed to subtly clock on! Is it just me or was Jonny-boy totally hitting on her then???

He totally was and he was terrible at hiding it. It helped that the actual plan is a good one but his whole ‘it sends a better message’ was so transparent and everyone picked up on it: Tyrion, Theon even Grey Worm side eyed and then Jorah’s last ditch cock block confirmed as much. It’s like they’re all there just watching Jon and Dany strategize the logistics of a booty call lmfao. My favourite parts were right after she agrees, Jon looks like he’s thinking ‘wow I actually pulled that off’ and then Dany tries to look all calm but she doesn’t know what to do with her hands and you can tell she’s internally screaming. lmfao they’re such dorks. I love that scene.

Harry sighs for the third time since he walked into his office at the Ministry. The report for his last mission, which he solved last week, were due this evening and he had spent the whole night working on the damn thing without getting a wink of sleep. Bloody reports. He will never understand why they were necessary to be done, when the mission was completed successfully because truly there was really no need for detail paragraphs of the 5W’s or the analysis of what could be improved for the next time. Harry places the quill down on the desk, his head dropping down on the polished flat base of the wood in a loud thump. 

“Harry, you alright mate?” Ron asked from his side. The prat was eating a chocolate frog, with his body slummed down on the chair and his feet resting on the table. 

Harry turns his head and gives him a flat “Not that I appreciate your company, but why are you here Ron?” he simply asked, his brain suddenly craving for a strong cup of coffee. His best friend shrugged his shoulders “George said, that he doesn’t need much help today in the store” Harry blinked, it’s been only three weeks since Ron decided to quit Auror for good and join his brother; George at the  Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. “Besides, ‘Mione said that she’ll be done around 5:00. I thought I should come and spare some time with my best mate” 

Harry had only opened his mouth to answer when the door knob twisted and Hermione Granger-Weasley walked wearing her business suit looking very elegant, with her arms fooled towards her chest as she held heavy files in them. 

“I knew you would be here” she says looking at her husband with soft eyes, then walking forward to kiss him gently. Harry watches as Ron’s face lit up, she pulls back and he flashed her a grin, giving her the same love-struck look which he used to give her back in Hogwarts. He gulps, noticing a strange kind of sting making its way in his heart. Harry scolds himself, he can’t possibly be feeling jealous of his best friends. No, he thinks, he isn’t jealous of his best friends, he’s jealous of the love they have. He thinks back to the time, when he felt the same kind of love for the beautiful, strong and wise Ginny Weasley. How he loved her long scarlet hair, her stunning skin and the freckles on her cheeks. He still doesn’t know what went wrong, why he fell out of love. Though, it doesn’t matter anymore, he suppose, after all they did went through the two miserable months before their official break-up where they tried to work things out but only ended up arguing or sitting on the other side of the sofa with a very awkward and heavy air around them. 


He snaps out of his thoughts, his head turning to the sound of the voice which called his name to see that Hermione is frowning at him. 

“Er, yes?” he says nervously. 

“Are you feeling alright? I called you three times” Hermione says stepping forward towards him and placing the back of her hand on his forehead “You don’t seem to have a fever” she mutters, looking a little worried. Harry smiles at her “I am fine, just tried” he yawns “didn’t get any sleep last night, was working on the bloody reports” he points his figure at the thick pile of white sheets placed messily beside his elbow. 

Hermione shakes her head “Oh Harry, how many times do I have to say this; don’t leave your reports to last minute” she frowns at him, looking slightly disappointed. Harry shrugs his shoulder, he yawns again making her shake her head at him in almost a fond way.

“Oh! before I forget” Hermione says, her voice holding excitement as Harry reaches his hand forward and grabs his water bottle “Did you guys see the Prophet today?” she says, shuffling toward the pile of papers and books she was holding in her arm. Harry and Ron glance at on another, watching her curiously “Oh!” She says slipping out the newspaper as Harry opens the cap of the bottle. 

Harry takes a huge gulp of water “Look at this!” Hermione insists shoving the paper at his face. The man blinks, grabbing the paper, rolling the water in mouth as his eyes scan the front page of the prophet. 

Harry spits out the water from his mouth, “Gross mate!” he hears Ron’s voice, which sounds faded to his ears as he stares at the picture in front of him with wide green eyes and his mouth falls open “No. Fucking. Way” he says stiffly, eyes never moving away from the picture in front of him. 

His reaction makes Ron jump of the chair with curiosity “What!?” the red-head says leaning over his the Auror “Bloody hell!” he shouts, with his eyes practically popping out of his skull “Is that MALFOY!?” Ron asked looking at his wife, who give him a nod.

“Is he wearing… make-up?”

Ron and Hermione blink at one another, they turn their head towards the raven hair man noticing the strong grip of his hands on the newspaper.  

Harry’s eyes scan over every inch of Malfoy’s face, he looks different. His cheeks don’t look as curved in like they did during the war, they look healthy like he’s been eating properly. The dark bags under his eyes are completely gone, his grey-silver eyes hold the same confident they once did before the war. He has an ear piercing now a, Harry noticing liking his lower lip slowly and that bow tie, Harry thinks dragging his lower lip under his teeth. Oh yeah, Malfoy looked different. Very different. Good different.

 “Why is he modelling for muggles? Does he live there now? Is he a muggle now? Is that where he’s been hiding for 3 years? Do you think he works as a model?”

“Oh no” Ron says with his knowing tone of voice “Here he goes again”

Hermione only sighs, shaking her head at the man sitting in front of him who looked like he has completely forgotten about his surrounding as he observes the picture of Draco Malfoy with his round sparkly green eyes, she smiles when she notices a familiar fire breathing in them once again.  

Hello fandom, this is just a short AU I randomly thought off where Draco ends up in the muggle world after the war and becomes a model. In a world where he’s known as ‘Dray’ and is questioned about his scars and this is his way of answering. *Actually, I just wanted to draw Draco, with red eye shadow XP the idea occurred to me later.*

I hope u all like this, this is my first time drawing Draco.  

@scarlet47‘s submission and OH MY GOD just YES! ❤️

Sexy Time {Bakugou Katsuki}

I am enamored with the idea of domestic Bakugou. Like I love the parent au. Bakugou has to be a total DILF, right? This is steamy so it’s under the cut. 

Ever since the birth of your second child, it has become increasingly difficult for Bakugou and his wife to sneak away for time to themselves. Watching after two children under the age of six doesn’t leave much time for any sexual play. You haven’t been as affected by the lack of intimate time, but Bakugou, on the other hand, is more tense than ever.

Dammit. Everything on you looks good to him. Bakugou leans against the table, watching his wife prepare dinner. You are facing away from him, focused on slicing vegetables. It’s not like you’re wearing or doing anything special. Your hair is covered with a simple bandana, and you are clad in one of Bakugou’s old t-shirt and a pair grey sweatpants. But goddammit, your ass looks good in those sweatpants. He licks his lips. Closing the distance between you, Bakugou presses his groin against your ass. You jump at the contact. Immediately, Bakugou’s lips are at the juncture of your neck, nipping and kissing at the tender skin.

“K-katsuki, what are you doing?”

“Trying to fuck my wife. What are you doing?”

“Trying to make dinner for my family. The kids will be back from their playdate soon. Ochako should be at the door in any minute.”

Bakugou grinds himself against you and a hot blush colors your face. It has certainly been a while. You can hear him huffing and growling in your ear as he ruts against you. He’s already rock hard. And, if your honest with yourself, you’re already dripping wet.

“Turn around.”

It’s a command, not a request or a question. You turns and her lips are immediately claimed by Bakugou. He pushes the vegetables and utensils aside, kissing you hungrily. He lifts his wife and plops you down on the counter. He hoists up your legs, prompting you to wrap them around his waist. You moan breathlessly. Bakugou smirks and sticks his hand under your shirt, bringing it upward.

“You aren’t wearing a bra?”

You look away, “Well, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“All the better for me.”

He leans down to take one of your perky nipples into his mouth, and you moan, arching your back to give him better access. Bakugou looks up at you through his messy hair falling in his eyes. Running the broad side of his tongue over your nipple, you shudder. You cup his face and bring his lips back yours. The legs around his waist tighten, bringing him closer as he thrusts against you. Bakugou smirks against your mouth. You shiver when your husband runs his rough palm down your stomach, reaching into your loose fitting sweatpants. 

God, it certainly has been a while.

“Katsuki, I-”


The door is flung open, followed by the sound of screaming children. You immediately pale, looking at your husband. Bakugou looks more annoyed than anything. He was so fucking close too. Fuck him. Really, all he wanted to do was have you fuck him. You pull your shirt down and hop off the counter to greet your babies. Bakugou leans over the counter. He is painfully erect, and he had you panting and dripping with want. He probably could’ve even got you to do that thing he’s been wanting to do. 

“Mommy, Daddy,” Katsumi runs into the kitchen, dropping her backpack on the floor, “We’re back! We’re back! Did you miss us?”

“Of course, we missed you,” you say, pecking her on the cheek.

Your daughter jumps onto a chair, standing and bouncing around. Katsuhiko walks into the kitchen and slides into the chair next to his older sister. Your son looks over at you with his wide, nervous eyes.

“Momma, I’m hungry,” Katsuhiko says.

“Okay, Hiko, I’m still making dinner so Daddy can give you a snack,” you nudge Bakugou, “Right, Daddy?”

Bakugou narrows his eyes at you. He doesn’t miss the way you say “Daddy.” Of course he notices the way the word falls from your lips. You smile at him and kiss your husband on the cheek. Bakugou’s face twitches. You big, fucking tease. Bakugou takes out his phone and texts Kirishima. He’s going to babysit tonight because you … oh, you are going to get it so bad tonight. 

Originally posted by mcavoyclub

Charles had certainly experienced more than a few awkward moments since he’d started his new job, but this one took the cake. Hell, it took the whole fucking bakery.

It was all his new boss’ fault of course. Charles had never had the easiest time working at Shaw Industries given he hated the owner Sebastian Shaw with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns. But he loved mutants and all of the wonderful powers they possessed, and so Charles had swallowed down his opposition in order to continue with his work- composed of researching mutations and publishing articles on the relevant findings.

But then, one day, Charles was told his department would be expanding. That he would be getting a new boss. That said boss was none other than Erik Lehnsherr- renowned mutant activist and overly-stubborn turtleneck-wearing maddeningly-infuriating fanatic. At least, in Charles’ humble opinion…

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