make sure to keep my distance

how I stay focused while I study/do my homework!

It’s one thing to start homework and studying, but to stay focused is another thing. Here are some things that work for me!

  • Before I start anything, I tidy up my room! 
    • I know I won’t be able to stay focused if my room isn’t clean, so before I even sit down I make sure everything is in it’s place. I keep my room pretty neat, so this takes about 15 minutes. If I didn’t do this my OCD would kick in and I’d find myself getting up every 5 minutes to put something away.
  • Grab everything I need
    • Again, before starting anything I make sure I have everything in arm’s distance. I make sure I have pens, pencils, calculator, books, etc. I hate when I’m in my groove and then have to get up to find something.
  • Keep a drink near by
    • I usually have something to sip on, tea, juice, water, etc. When I feel myself starting to fidget, I just take a quick drink and I’m ready to go again. Plus, it’s so important to stay hydrated!! 
  • Take a break!
    • When I feel myself really starting to fidget I take a break. I go talk to someone in my family, pet my dog, check instagram, go into my kitchen and eat a snack, doodle, anything really. If I do work for an hour straight, I usually take about a 10 minute break. After this, it’s right back to work!
  • Light a candle 
    • I always have a candle lit or have my diffuser with my essential oils going. My favorite is lavender! When I smell a good smell it keeps my alert and focused.
  • Music?
    • I know many people aren’t too sure of this and like to study in silence, but me personally I like to have music playing in the background VERY low. I find that silence is more distracting. But if you like silence, then go for it! Whatever works for you.
  • Planning, planning, planning!
    • I always plan out my study schedule/assignments. This is a little bit less stressful. For example, I have physics assignments about every week with 10 questions, so each day I try to do about 1-3 problems (doesn’t seem like too much, but depending on the topic they can take me about 15 minutes each).
    • I always set a stopping point so I have an endpoint and I’m not just doing work aimlessly, like copying my biology notes. Instead of just going until I feel like stopping, I’ll set an endpoint, like the end of the powerpoint or a slide number, this way I know how much I have to do. 
    • Planning everything out is also better in the long run. I set little due dates for myself (that aren’t real) to help me stay on top of my assignments. Oh, and it is so nice when it’s the day before the assignments due and you aren’t even worried because you had it completed two days ago. 
    • It’s easier to do a little each day than to cram everything the day before. I know after 3 hours of studying/doing the assignment I’m not even paying attention, I’m just going through the motions of doing work. 
  • Take a deep breath!! You’ve got this ♡ 

So these are somethings that I do! If you would like to try them out I would love to know how they work for you! Everyone is different, so stick to what works for you! Thanks for reading :) x

How to make wings without a harness

Most of the time wings that are a bit heavy needs the support of straps that goes around the shoulders and under the chest to stay up against your back. 

Harnesses works very good but if the dress etc have bare shoulders however the straps are going to show. 

This is how I normally do wings in a way to avoid having a harness for those character designs.

First of all this method will not work if the top/dress is loose fitted. The wings will require some support to hold them in place on your back. I find that corsets are the best for this especially if the wings are a bit heavy but I have also used it in tops without boning.

Start of making your wings seperated on two bars. Make sure the bars are made out of a stiff material since they are going to support the weight of the wings. If they end up being to week and bend the wings will slope and gap away from your back. 

For my angel wings in felt I used 3 mm thick aluminum bars to hold up my, a bit more heavy, wings. I then covered them in worbla and connecting them using some more worbla, This creates a good wing base and makes them stay with a good distance from each other. 

In a similar way I attached an other pair of wings made out of worbla to a base, but since these wings are quite light a few layers of worbla was enough to keep them stiff and not bend.

Make sure not to make the base too short since you will stick it into your back lining and don’t want it to fall out.  

One of the most important steps when doing these kinds of wings is to bend the base a bit. Most backs are not 100% flat so put the wing base against you back and mark where on the base where a gap between the base and your back starts to show.
If the base is made of a thermoplastic you can just heat it up and bend it at the marking into the right angle. Otherwise, like for the base with aluminum, you can saw it of and reattach them again to create the right angle.
You can of course make the angling of the base before attaching the wings but I find it easier to do it after. 

When the base is done you can just stick it in to the top. I find that sticking it into the bra strap also helps the wings stay in place a bit better.

I personally love this method since you super easily can take the wings of and back on if you want to sit down or walk in a crowded hallway without worrying about people bumping into you wings.

~Bubblefish
(Photo at the top was taken by David Johansson)

Second Chances (James Conrad)

Pairing: James Conrad x OC

Warning: Little, tiny bit of violence. And giant bugs. Lol.

Originally posted by enchantedbyhiddles


I couldn’t relax. Couldn’t close my eyes without seeing it all over again. 

Choppers being tossed from the sky, like tiny toys. Flames licking away at molten metal. Bodies falling from midair. And those eyes. Those huge, yellow eyes. I squeezed my own eyes shut, desperate to make those horrible mental images vanish. Though the second I tried to think of something else, anything else, my mind wandered back to him.

To James Conrad.

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Prompt:  “You can put your cold feet on me.”

Character: Peter Parker (For anon)

Warning: N/A


Bed time was perhaps one of our favourite times. A warm bed, a fluffy duvet, and Peter. Peter was always there to cuddle with. Except tonight you tried to keep a distance knowing the cold feeling in your feet would only make your boyfriend uncomfortable, instead you cuddled into your pillow.

“Why are you so far away?” It was groggy and sleep laden, a warm hand reaching out for your arm and trying to pull you closer to him. 

“My feet are cold, Pete…you don’t want that.” You muffle it into your pillow shrugging away the hand and snuggling back down again, he’d thank you later, if he’d only let you sleep first. 

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“You sure?” 

“Come here.” You let yourself be rolled over towards him, your cold feet resting against his warm legs, arms wrapping around his waist, face nuzzling into his shirt. 

“God, you feet are cold!” You feel him jump when your feet make contact with his skin and it makes you let out a muffled laugh, “I told you.” 

Confidential Couple

Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”

“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.

He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”

“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”

A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”

“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.

“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.

Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.

“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.

“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”

“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.

“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”

Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”

“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.

“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.

As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”

“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”

“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”

“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”

“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”

“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.

“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.

As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.

You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.

You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.

“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.

”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.

Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.

“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”

Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”

He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.

He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.

You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.

“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.

“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”

“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.

“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”

You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”

“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”

You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.

About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.

Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.

You alright? X

You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”

“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.

“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.

“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”

“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.

A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤

Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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Eyes Closed

Originally posted by jackbumfan

Reader [feat Jaebum/Jackson]

Angst/Smut

Drabble


Your eyes were piercing, always reaching my very depths each time you looked at me.

You were everything to me; half of my heart, my partner in crime, a parasite I let invade and eat away at me from the inside out.

I never felt anything quite like I did with you. Your love was all consuming, intoxicating and selfish; always keeping me dangling off the edge held only by a thin, fraying rope.

But still, I held on for dear life, needing you to breathe. The thought of being without you was crippling even though you never mirrored my burning passion.

Your world didn’t revolve around me, as mine did around you. I worshiped you as if you were the sun in my sky yet you wouldn’t let me close enough to enter your atmosphere.

The only time you would let your walls down was when we made love. You gave me all of you in those moments. You unleashed a side in me I never knew existed. You were always hungry for my body, giving every inch of it so much love and attention; like I was the only woman in the world you could sate your desires.

You needed me, once. Maybe you even loved me, even if it paled in comparison to my feelings.

When you left me I was broken, lifeless and limp; too weak to carry on.

It took me months to begin to recover. Even now, I’m not the same.

He’s the one that helped me begin to feel normal again. But you ruined me. Because of you, I pushed him away so many times, always challenging his intentions when he never gave me a reason to.

I’m not sure when I finally gave up my fight to keep him at an arm’s distance but here I find myself underneath him, whimpering as he slowly peels the clothing from my body, piece by piece.

I think about your eyes in times like this. It’s those eyes that look back at me, haunting me each time he touches me.

His lips trail my neck, flooding my veins with a fiery need, one you used to make me feel. He’s tender, compassionate, so entranced by everything I do. He loves me, more than you were ever capable of doing.

But still… it’s you in my mind. It’s you I want here, holding me, undressing me, taking me any way you please.

“Jaebum…”.

Your name hangs in my breathy pant and I know he hears it.

Whether it’s out of anger or hurt, he plunges into me with a force that nearly knocks the breath right out of my lungs.

He moves in me, pounding viciously in hopes to make me scream his name. He wants me to love him as he does me.

When did I become like you? So cold, so cruel, turning away unconditional love even when I know it’s good for me.

His strong arms lift my legs, sliding deeper now and my thoughts of you start to fade, only able to focus on the pressure between my legs.

He’s coaxing me closer to the brink of madness and I can’t help but give him what he wants.

“Jackson!”

My eyes shut tightly as my orgasm rips through me with a ferocity that’s blinding.

I hear him, feel him finish right behind me and before I know it, I’m tangled up in his arms. His warm chest heaves, pressing into me as he lands delicate kisses across my face.

I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. I can’t look at him. I can’t see the look of adoration I’m sure he’s giving me. I’m not worthy of it.

So they remain shut, imagining you next to me once more.

If I keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you.


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Not Letting Go

Prompt: You believe that Sherlock is crazy for Irene so one day, you have to help Irene escape some guys that followed her and cornered her. You end up seriously injured. When Sherlock arrives, thinking that you were going to die, everything is laid out.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

A/N: This was a request an anon sent in and I really enjoyed writing this one. A bit longer than usual but I had a cute story to tell and I really wanted to :P I hope you guys like this one! Remember! My requests are always open and I love writing for y’all so don’t be afraid to send one in!

Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

You’re sitting, writing your report on the case Sherlock and John are working on. Peaking up from the top of your laptop, you silently watch Sherlock move about the kitchen, grabbing all his evidence to test as John stands there making tea.

“Y/n, come here for a second, I need an extra pair of hands to help me.” Sherlock calls out. John lets out a scoff, “I’m standing right here! I can help Sherlock!”

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playing quidditch with draco would include...

pairing: draco x gryffindor reader

  • him being so cautious of even slightly bumping into you, let alone knocking you off your broomstick during a game
  • him getting mad at his own team players for being rough with you even though you assure him it’s fine and you can handle yourself
  • “it’s just part of the game, babe. don’t get angry.”
  • “i know, but-”
  • “draco, it’s fine. look, i’m ok.”
  • “alright, but just… be careful.”
  • “i always am.”
  • everyone knowing how tough you are but draco still insists you need to look after yourself more when you play
  • “i know you’re the best player, y/n, everyone does… but you’re still mine, and i still need to protect you.”
  • you kissing him on the cheek to calm him down after someone makes either him or you lose
  • him surprising you by buying you the broomstick you’ve always wanted
  • “well you’ve been going on about this model for ages, so i thought i’d get it for you.”
  • “draco, you really didn’t have to. this is perfect, babe. thank you so much.”
  • “anything for you… you deserve it.”
  • him marvelling at how skilled of a player you are
  • when you play against slytherin, he still cheers you on even though you’re in a different house
  • him picking you up after you fall off of your broom
  • … and giving daggers to whoever made you fall, whether they’re on his team or not
  • him getting distracted during really important practices/games because he can’t stop looking at you
  • when he’s watching you on in the crowd he gets everyone to chant your name
  • being so proud of you whether you win or lose
  • “you did so great, babe. honestly, you amaze me every time you get on the pitch.”
  • sneaking off to the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night to have a one-on-one game
  • … but ending up just chasing each other around on your brooms
  • him losing the game for slytherin after he goes to help you back onto your broomstick instead of catching the snitch
  • “dray, what are you doing? you could of won!”
  • “you were falling, winning’s the least i care about right now. are you alright?”
  • “as much as i find your consideration super sweet, you really shouldn’t of done that. i’m ok, draco, really.”
  • “good… i love you.”
  • “i love you too.”
  • you sometimes getting mad at him for thinking you can’t take care of yourself in a match
  • secretly loving how protective he gets of you during a match
  • meeting before each game you play against each other so that he can tell you how wonderful of a player you are and you can tell him the same
  • him always coming to watch you practice
  • … mainly because he wants to make sure everyone knows your his and that no one flirts with you during practice
  • you becoming really good friends with ron and oliver during gryffindor practice and draco being jealous
  • “you’re suppose to be practicing quidditch, not pick up lines, weasley.”
  • “draco, babe, stop. we’re just talking.”
  • “remember to keep your distance, wood. not only are you on the same team but that’s my girl you’re-”
  • “dray! stop it.”
  • you never really being able to talk to a male team mate without him making himself known
  • “there’s my girl. just thought i’d come by to wish you luck.”
  • “babe, i just saw you. 15 minuets ago.”
  • “… even more luck then.”
  • him letting you catch the snitch even though he knew that meant his team losing
  • him being secretly terrified of you during a game where you’d play each others teams
  • you secretly being jealous of the attention he’d get from slytherin girls
  • “everything alright, babe?”
  • “fine, draco… fine.”
  • “what?”
  • “nothing… i see you’ve got a few fans over there.”
  • “and you’re jealous, are you?”
  • “pssh, please.”
  • … then you making him kiss you in front of them
  • “i’m your number 1 fan, draco, just remember that.”
  • going to the three broomsticks together after each practice
  • … and him insisting on paying every time
  •  him and ron holding you on their shoulders after you catch the winning snitch
  • all of the girls being jealous of how supportive he is of you
  • snape having to keep an eye on him during big games so that he doesn’t use magic against someone who might hurt you
  • him thinking you’re really badass when he watches you practice
  • him thinking it’s cute when you get pissed at someone from the opposite team
  • “y/n, you know you’re the best player in gryffindor, don’t waste your time thinking about one small match… besides, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
  • “shut up.”
  • both being so incredibly proud of each other when you get the positions you wanted after try-outs
  • more people turning out to the matches you and draco were playing against each other because they wanted to be there if something happened
  • when you ref for slytherin you let him off or pretend you don’t notice when he should obviously get a penalty, and him doing the same for you
  • when he refs for gryffindor he sends anyone off who even slightly hurts you
  • being in the daily prophet together after having an article written about the two of you being the ‘quidditch power couple’
  • … and in the photo you’re both stood by each other, wearing your quidditch uniforms, holding your brooms, draco’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek
  • you and him both keeping a cut out of the article without the other one knowing
  • him being really mad at blaise for cheering on a slytherin that pushes you out of the way of the snitch
  • if he loses a game you always know how to cheer him up ;)
  • … and if you lose, he really knows how to cheer you up
  • when he can’t be at one of your matches he worries so much about whether you’re ok
  • you kissing him good luck before every one of his matches
  • his team mates making fun of him being so gentle with you during practice
  • both of you being known as the best players in your house
  • blaise and the rest of his team mates being mad at you for sometimes making him late to practice because you wanted to spend time with him
  • draco telling them to stop being so grumpy
  • you feeling really disheartened for him when slytherin loses because you know he tried his best
  • always walking to practice together
  • him being mad at the ref if you get sent off
  • draco always talking about how good of a player you are to blaise after every match or practice
  • “…i mean, i know i’m bias, being her boyfriend and all, but isn’t she just the greatest player hogwarts has ever had? … and the cutest…”
  • him getting really angry and argumentative with any teacher that gives him detention when he’s suppose to watch you practice
  • you doing the same
  • him thinking you look really cute in your quidditch uniform
  • … and you sometimes wearing his because you know how much he likes it
  • borrowing each others brooms sometimes
  • everyone being extra scared to mess with you during practice or a game because they know not only are they messing with you but there also messing with draco
  • oliver wood offering to give you extra training only because he wants to maintain your skill but draco getting jealous and protective
  • when you do train with oliver, draco always gets really paranoid that he’s only doing it because he thinks he likes you
  • … and draco coming to ‘pick you up’ after practice with oliver because he wants to make sure he doesn’t flirt with you or that oliver’s not trying anything
  • “draco, even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, you know nothing would ever happen between us. i’m only interested in quidditch. and you.”
  • going on dates to watch ravenclaw play hufflepuff
  • him thinking it’s really cute when you cheer on your ravenclaw/hufflepuff friends, or get mad and shout at the ref
  • critiquing matches together
  • teasing him by saying the ravenclaw captain is better than him
  • “you know i’m only teasing, dray… but seriously, you might want to think about upping your game.”
  • “and you might want to think about wiping that smirk off of your face.”
  • him being able the get the best seats for you to national and international matches because of his father
  • knowing each others favourite players
  • … but he always says you’re his favourite player
  • “yeah, krum’s good, but he’s nowhere near as good as you, y/n.”
  • “if that were only true…”
  • “it is to me.”
  • you kissing him in front of everyone after he wins for slytherin
  • “congratulations, draco.”
  • “thank you, sweetheart.”
  • the crowd of people around him all ‘woo’-ing and wolf-whistling you both after you kiss him
  • you always asking him if you could see the snitch he caught
  • him giving you the snitch as a gift because he knew how much you liked it
  • jokingly asking him to sign your broom after he wins the match
  • … and he actually does it
  • … but you secretly quite like it and look at it all the time
  • quidditch basically just having a big role in your relationship & lives
  • … and him knowing it’s your dream to become a professional quidditch player and play for england
  • “i just know it’s going to happen, y/n. you’re the best player i’ve ever seen.”

lol this is super long and wasn’t requested but i was bored and thought this was a really cute idea. i want to do more of these types of imagines so expect some of these in the future.
also, i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. it’s because i’ve been working on part 3 of distant and it’s taking forever to get right, but will hopefully be out later this month. thank you guys for reading my stuff, i really appreciate it :)

How About That Drink?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendo, mild violence (Sparring)

Word Count:  1097

Summary: Bucky’s your new sparring partner in your group training session

A/N: I don’t know how happy I am with this but I also wanted to get something posted for you guys…Feedback greatly appreciated !!


I smirked victoriously as I knocked Tony back down onto the floor for the third time, my knee braced against the middle of his back. He huffed in frustration, managing to turn himself around so he was looking up at me, a disgruntled expression on his face. I laughed, tapping my finger against the middle of his chest. 

“Come on, it’s like you aren’t trying at all.”

I pushed myself back to my feet, helping Tony to stand before lowering myself back down into a fighting stance, a smile playing across my lips. I loved the days where we all trained as a group, being able to use some of the pent up energy that the boxing bag just didn’t get rid of. Steve had us go over multiple techniques and fighting regimes but hand to hand combat - Like Natasha - was my forte.

“Remind me again why we’re all learning this?” Tony grumbled, stretching out his arms while looking at Steve. We’d been on the mat twenty minutes and while I’d knocked him on his ass a few times already, he hadn’t been able to land even his first hit on me.
“Well we don’t all have fancy metal suits to protect us,” Clint replied from the sidelines, Tony glaring in his direction.
“Aw Tony, I’ll go easy on you this time,” I jested. “I promise.”

He mumbled something under his breath before getting back on the mat, lowering himself down into the same stance I’d taken, his fists in front of him as he prepared for my attack. I licked my lips, sending him a quick wink before I launched forward, using his outstretched hands as a foot hold, wrapping my leg around his neck. I used my body weight to try and tip us forward, hoping that Tony would lose his balance but I was surprised when Tony leant back instead, toppling both of us onto the floor, his body on top of mine. I would have been annoyed over not being able to see that coming but the look of elation on Tony’s face was enough to send me into a fit of laughter.

“I did say I’d go easy on you I suppose,” I said as Tony helped me back to my feet.
“Easy? Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t even see that coming.”
He ruffled my hair affectionately before stepping off the mats, grabbing his water bottle as he sat down. I turned back to Steve.
“Who am I going against now?”
“I’d go,” Clint joked from his seat. “But that just wouldn’t be fair on you y/n/n, wouldn’t want it to be an uneven fight.”
“Come show me what you got Barton,” I replied, cocking one of my eyebrows. “I’d have that smirk wiped off your face in seconds.”

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a niall horan oneshot

Summer Camp

pairing: Niall/OFC

word count: 22,554 

warnings: sexually explicit content

Niall Horan was what one would call a cocky asshole. A loud, brash, outspoken and unapologetic cocky asshole who could either make your life a living hell or, in my case, give you the best summer of your life.

The first time I saw him was at Camp Counselor arrival day, about three days before the four week camp actually began. Being as this was my first time ever being a camp counselor, I really had no idea what to expect, but I eagerly unloaded my bags and puffed the fallen hair out of my face. I could see a crowd of people gathered over by a huge flagpole and I struggled a bit as I lugged my belongings over to join the big group of counselors. Everyone else had already arrived it seemed, the camp director shouting out a few instructions from his stance at the front, and I stopped at the very back of the group, dropping my bags at my feet with a sigh. My head twisted as two other people that had walked up caught my attention and I watched as they went around to the opposite side of the huddle, immediately engaging in conversation with some of the other counselors standing there.

Knitting my brows, I took a timid glance around and quickly realized that I knew not a single soul but everyone else seemed to already be friends, the thought making me gulp back a deep breath. This was going to be a long four weeks for sure.

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Pretty Girls, Protective Boys, and Alcohol || (Jungkook x Reader)

Pretty girls, protective boys, and alcohol don’t mix well together. A situation in which Sehun gets a little to close to (Y/N), and Jungkook isn’t going to let it slide. 

(Disclaimer: I love Sehun and EXO! He just made a good character for the story.)

Word Count: 2.5k


A huge awards show was coming up, where BTS was nominated for Artist of the Year and Album of the Year among other things. The group behind the awards show had decided to hold a party for all of the nominated artists, where they would be able to come together and celebrate. All of the boys were extremely excited for the nomination party, and Jungkook had been begging me to come with him. I had never really been around all of his idol friends in public, so I was hesitant about the invitation… but I wanted to support my boyfriend, so I joined him despite my worries.

The night started off wonderfully. I was wearing my favorite little black dress, upon Jungkook’s request (it was his favorite, too). The party venue was in a ballroom of a beautiful hotel in Seoul. Lights were strung from end to end, reflecting off of the marble walls. Exquisite food was displayed along the tables, accompanied by a bar with every form of alcohol imaginable; a benefit that everyone in attendance was taking advantage of.

I surveyed the room to find many familiar faces, and if I hadn’t seen these people before, I would’ve been totally star-struck. Of course, there was always GOT7; them and Bangtan were glued to each other at all times. In the center of the room were the boys of BigBang, who were joined by SNSD. They were all dancing wildly, as they probably didn’t feel super inclined to protect their image after their long careers. Off to the side were younger groups such as Blackpink, Twice, and Seventeen. They appeared to be keeping to themselves.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance when I spotted a certain group in one corner of the room. There gathered the entirety of EXO, surrounded by a bunch of girls that they probably didn’t know.

Bangtan and EXO were not friends.

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anonymous asked:

RFA, V, and Saeran take MC on an Ice Skating date!

Zen

  • He thinks it’ll be easy because of how athletic he is.
  • He’s got leg muscle, core strength, and good balance, so it shouldn’t be that hard for him, right?
  • WRONG.
  • He didn’t have as hard as a time as MC and he adapted to the ice fairly quickly, but he still ate shit like five times.
  • His balance helped him out, but his buff thighs can’t save him from the cruel forces of gravity.
  • Nonetheless, he tried to be suave and romantic.
  • Whenever MC would almost fall, he’d practically throw himself at her to prevent it or fall with her. 


Yoosung

  • “Ok MC if we hold hands, we’ll be fine. If one of us falls, we’ll fall together.”
  • Aight, if he would let go of the wall, that might be a good plan.
  • Once he stops being so nervous and lets go of the wall, he’s so good????
  • “Yoosung, you’re sure you’ve never done this before??”
  • IT’S HIS ASS. IT’S HIS ASS, SHE’S SURE OF IT.
    • Did y’all know that people w bigger butts have a better center of balance? Now u do.
  • After like an hour, he’s skating backwards and only fucking up a little bit.
  • Holding MC’s hands and guiding her along.
  • They were both ready to be crawling on the ice more often than actually skating, but it ended up being hella romantic.


Jaehee

  • She used to ice skate regularly in the winter for a few years, but she was so scared that she’d lost it.
  • After a few minutes of cautious skating, she’s holding hands with MC, encouraging her to do different things, giving her pointers.
  • Jaehee only fell once, and she did that tap dancing thing that they do in the cartoons before she went down.
  • That one fall was enough to leave her with a huge bruise on her back, but she toughed it out and had fun with MC anyways.
  • They took breaks every half hour or so to sit down and maybe enjoy some of the hot chocolate they snuck in.


Jumin

  • JUMIN IS WORST ICE SKATER CONFIRMED.
  • When he falls (which is always), he can’t get up without the wall, so he crawls over to pull himself up.
  • He really struggles. Sometimes, he’ll try to pull himself up but just cling onto the railing with his legs going every which way.
  • Once he can stay upright for more than thirty seconds, he looks like a toddler trying to dance.
  • He’s frantically squatting, sticking his legs out at weird angles, and flinging his his arms about.
  • He says he’s trying to balance.
  • Damn it he just wanted to be romantic but he looks like a six foot tall baby.


707

  • Also a naturally good skater??????
  • Or maybe he’s been practicing… Nobody but him and the other regulars know about that.
  • Challenges MC to a race and obviously wins.
  • Whenever MC falls, he’ll help her up and then skate for a while with his arm around her so she won’t go down again.
  • They’re usually holding hands to take each other down when the inevitable happens.
  • He’s never been one to take more than a handful of selfies, but damn,,,,,, everything’s so aesthetic, how could he not?


V

  • He just goes.
  • No wall, no chair, no precaution at all, just hope and determination. 
  • Away he skates, dragging MC right down with him.
  • It’s not the most romantic date ever, because they’re both not very graceful, but they have fun.
  • They packed little lunches! How cute!
  • Lots of breaks to regain some strength and will, but they definitely enjoy a lot of laughs.

Saeran

  • WHY ARE THE HOCKEY PLAYERS PRACTICING NEAR THEM PLEASE KEEP YOUR DISTANCE THX.
  • They’re both so scared to fall that they cling to the walls for most of the time, but when Saeran gets brave, he’s shouting encouragements at her.
  • “MC YOU CAN DO THIS JUST LET GO OF THE WALL! tAKE MY HAND I WON’T LET YOU FALL I PROMISE! MC, YOU. GOT. THIS.”
  • Every time she falls, he kisses her and helps her back up, and always makes sure she takes a break if she needs to.
Creative Control

The shadowy figure stalked the cells. Flame torches lit the otherwise dim prison and they flickered slightly as he walked past them. They clutched at a well worn journal tightly as they walked along the corridor, their footsteps echoed off the stone walls. They paced up and down the narrow path before pausing. The only sound they could hear was his own breathing and the crackle of the flames. Perfect. They could think clearly now. They opened the journal and flicked through the pages. Their mind wondered through what was already written.
“You guys are unusually quiet tonight” he said to no one in particular, not looking up from his book. He smiled when he heard the rattle of chains coming from the furthest cell.
“Bastard” came a low mumble from within it. The figure stepped towards the voice.

Inside the cell sat a man with a pink moustache. The hair on the top of head was the same colour with black on the sides. He wore grey trousers and a cream coloured shirt which was slightly creased from where he had been sitting. A bright pink bowtie finished off his look. The chains on his wrists clanged again as the person they were bound to walked towards the bars. They tightened a few feet away, the man let out a frustrated growl and clenched his fists. He shot a threatening look towards the person outside the cell as he made a mighty effort to reach the bars.
The figure calmly took a pen out of his pocket and started to write in the journal.
The person in the cell let out a gasp as the chains tightened around his wrists. They shortened and dragged him back.
“Stop!” They cried. “I’ll keep my distance”
The figure stopped writing.
“There you go, Wilford” he said “You’re learning” he continued to write.
The one the figure called Wilford said nothing as the chains loosened slightly around his wrists, instead they turned their back on the figure, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“You’ve made me too weak” Wilford said, there was a drawl to his accent.
“Don’t worry, Wilford. I’m sure I can make Mark come up with something. I see you fading. You haven’t been out to see the fans since Valentines day. I’ll fix that soon”

A low chuckle came from another cell. The figure grinned when he heard it. It came from his favourite prisoner. He gripped his pen tightly as he approached the cell. Inside was adorned with an antique desk with an elegant chair. The top of the desk was polished and it shined in the torchlight. A man who could nearly match the figure’s looming presence was leaning on the desk, head bowed and arms folded. He wore a tailor made suit that was immaculately pressed. He didn’t seem too bothered about the chains around his ankles.
“Got something to say, Dark?” asked the figure.
Dark raised his head, a confident smirk greeted the figure’s sight.
“Nothing for you to worry about” he said, his voice was deep and had a subtle roughness to it.
The figure twirled the pen in his fingers.
“Did you like your latest appearance? It took me a while to work out how write you in to that video.”
The smirk on Dark’s face faltered. He glared at the figure.
“It was too short” he said, bluntly.
The figure scoffed.
“I’m not stupid, Dark. Too much air time for you would be dangerous for Mark, don’t you think?”
“He fears me”
“Don’t flatter yourself. The fans give you that power”
“At least they’ve heard of me” countered Dark “Most of them don’t even know of your existence” taunted Dark.

The figure leaned in closer to the bars of the cell.
“And I’d like to keep it that way” he whispered. “The only person who needs to care about my existence is Mark. The fool still thinks he made me up but we all know the truth, don’t we?” He watched as Dark’s expression hardened.
“You’ll slip up one day” growled Dark “and when you do, I’ll take my rightful place as the guard and I’ll make you suffer”
The figure chuckled. He liked having one of his prisoners showing a bit of fight in them and Dark was the perfect entity to have conversations with. He wrote down a few sentences in the book.
Dark felt reality shifting around him but stayed calm. He knew the person was manipulating something about his existence but had enough wit about him to resist a tiny fraction of his influence. He grunted as he felt pressure within his chest. He knelt down to keep from falling.
“You’re one of my favourite creations, Dark. But I need to dampen that desire for revenge.”
Dark let out a shaky breath.
“Of course” he said before shaking out of his submissive mindset. The figure smiled once more before walking off. Dark seethed, he hated this situation but knew he would have to bide his time. Relying on the fans’ desire to see him angered him but they were necessary to his plan to one day escape.

The person stopped in front of the last cell.
“And how are you feeling tonight, Google?”
The cell lit up in an instant, the walls were illuminated with a bright, white light. Another man who sat in the middle snapped his head up and stood up straight. He wore a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt with a glowing white G adorning the front. His glasses shined in the light
“I do not feel anything, creator. Would you like me to add emotion to my database?” His voice had a robotic tone to it.
“No need, Google. I can do that from here” said the figure, pointing to his book. “The fans seem to like you.”
“Thank you creator. I seemed to have had an energy spike in my code which lasted nearly seventy hours after you let me out. I am still running a data analysis to process what to do with this information and will be coming to a conclusion shortly.”
“No need” mumbled the figure, quickly jotting down a few lines in the book.
Google immediately stopped. He looked frozen in time.
“Close one” said the figure. “I’ll have to keep him away for a while.” He finished writing and saw google come back to life. “Put yourself on sleep mode, Google.”
Google gave a short nod and went back to sitting down. The lights flickered off and the cell was in darkness once more.

The figure snapped the book shut and put the pen back into his pocket. He surveyed the cells and contemplated making new creations before dismissing the thought. Darkipler, Wilford Warftstach and Googlplier were all he needed for the time being.
“That’ll do for now.” He stretched out his arms and yawned. His connection with Mark was strong. “Seems Mark’s getting tired. Alright, time for me to rest too then” he walked to the base of some steps which led out of the prison. “Goodnight, boys” He sighed when he didn’t get a response. “Shall I write out your demise? It’ll be easy” he waited for a second “I’ll say it again, goodnight, boys”. He grinned when heard the voices call back.
“Goodnight, Author”

Owned - pt 7

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Y/N.”

“Go away.” You mumbled through the door.

He turned the knob and entered, laying eyes on your body resting on the bed. “You need to come home.” He said.

It had been a couple of weeks since you got home. He let you stay with your mother to mourn but he knew you blamed him.

Every time he tried to touch you, you moved away. It just didn’t feel right anymore. He was the one that had kept you away. Now you understood what he meant when he used to talk about your lack of hatred towards him.

Now you tried your hardest not to hate him.

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anonymous asked:

5

lmao took me long enough


5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything” 


It didn’t mean anything always made sense in your mind as a logical explanation for why someone cheats. People just need a sexual release sometimes, especially Shawn who is away from you for months on end.

“I was out with the guys in Scotland, and I just got so fucking wasted, and it just happened. I’m so sorry, I promise it didn’t mean anything.

All of a sudden, you couldn’t see the reason in that. Now that it was being used on you, you couldn’t validate that as an excuse anymore. Your entire body froze—your mind couldn’t even process a single coherent response to what he just confessed.

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Act of Kindness

Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

Genre: Romance, slight angst, future smut

Part 1| 2

It’s too late to be roaming the streets, especially alone.

But this seems to be the only time you can take a peaceful walk. Crowded and loud streets during the day, as well as you working six to eight hour shifts most days. There’s no time during the day, but there’s time when you can’t sleep or just have a lot on your mind. Sitting in the hose all night instead of sleeping makes you restless, so taking a stroll around two in the morning has become a regular thing.

Often times there are a few other outside. Some drunk and dragging their feet down the sidewalks trying to catch a taxi or walking to their destination, some seeming to be doing exactly what you’re doing. No one speaks, the only sounds coming from passing cars and whatever goes on in the household nearby that are still alive at this time of night.

Today is exceptionally cold and you bundled up in sweats, a thick sweatshirt and a jean jacket. You can still feel the slight sting of the wind, but it’s better than tossing and turning in bed all night. You had insomnia in high school and this kind of feels the same, but then again it’s different. There’s a lot more on your mind now that your gap year is a little over half way over. You’ve already been accepted into your university of choice and got a few scholarships, and with the help of your mom you won’t be deep in college debt, but the excitement and doubt have set in early it seems. Still unsure of a major, worrying about if you’ll have enough money for books, food, and other expenses. Half of the time you know you’re just over thinking, but even telling yourself that multiple times doesn’t always work.

So breathing in the fresh air and feeling the wind seep through your clothing calms you. It relaxes your nerves and gets you tired by the time you’re back home.

A sniffle breaks you out of your daze. Just about every night you walk is uneventful so you’re a little curious. There’s another one closer this time, so you speed up your slow, slightly dragging footsteps. When you hear movement around the corner of the brick wall to your right you slow back down once you hit the edge of the wall, and find someone slouched against the brick. One knee up and propping his arm up, head down as more sniffles and quiet hiccups come from him.

You almost turn back around, but maybe he needs someone to talk to. Even though if you were in his position you know you wouldn’t want a stranger coming up to you asking if you’re okay when you’re obviously not, but hey, he could be different.

“Excuse me?” you whisper out, not wanting to scare him. 

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