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This is what confident women do after they got bullied! #smile & #dance! #repost @bodyposipanda:
I thought we could probably use some joyful jiggling in our lives right now so it’s #DONTHATETHESHAKE TIME! 💃💜 REMEMBER: your body is so worthy of love in all the shapes that movement creates. Your wiggle is wonderful! Your squish is spectacular! OWN YOUR JIGGLE MY BOPO BABES! Anyone can join the DONTHATETHESHAKE party and celebrate their jelly - it isn’t about being a great dancer or looking super cool, it’s just about moving with joy and finding love for our bods outside of a still picture frame! So if you feel up to it, GET SHAKING! And check out @donthatetheshake for more! 💜💙💚🌈🌞

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Jealous!Uni!Shawn

“blurb night” She says as she writes a 2,000 word imagine. anyways, this is trash but very much Jealous!Shawn


You’re a free spirit. You go where the wind takes you, not worrying about what anyone else thinks. You’ll talk to whoever will listen and you never eat alone in the dining halls, even if you show up alone.

On the first day of University, you decide to go get breakfast before your class, and you see a tall boy with brown curly hair sitting alone with his headphones in at a table in the middle of the room, so you grab your bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and plop down right across from him. He looks up at you slightly taken aback, and doesn’t say anything

“So, you’re a Cheerios kinda guy, huh.” You say, forcing him to take his headphones out.

He looks at you, but doesn’t reply to what you said, still trying to figure out if he knows you or what your deal is.

“I’m more of an Apple Jacks kind of girl, but they never have those here.” You continue, not even phased that he hasn’t said anything. You could carry a conversation with a brick wall and enjoy it. He nods at you, and you think he’s about to put his earbud back in, but instead he takes out the other one and wraps the strands around his phone.

“People think it’s weird, but I like putting the milk first before the cereal. It just makes more sense to me. You know?” You say, finally earning a response from the boy.

“That’s so wrong!” The boy finally speaks up. Your eyes light up at the sound of his voice, feeling good that you’ve broken through his silence.

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1-800-Soulmates

Originally posted by dailymarvel

TonyStark x reader soulmate AU

Promt: A soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too

A/N: Wohooooo! second part :D enjoy!  and the ususal reminder: if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.


 Tony sighed, adjusted his tie, then checked himself again.

The black suit was expensive (like pretty much everything else he owned) and fit him perfectly. He was dressed to impress which was even more important than usual for tonight’s party since some big business partners were going to be there.  

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Bachelorette

Originally posted by garisanee

(A/N: shortish smut. Seriously, who doesn’t want to marry Wonho? Stop me from writing about him I just love him so much he makes me feel things) 

Your friends spun you around and held your hands as you danced to the deafening techno music in the club. Full of alcohol, you were finding it increasingly hard to stay up, especially in your new high heels but you were having the best bachelorette party you could have ever hoped for, even though you did miss your fiance who had already had his bachelor party. With just a few days left until the wedding, you were glad to let go and dance with your friends, celebrating what they’d been calling ‘your last night as a free woman’ though of course, you didn’t see it like that. Wonho made you your best self; he made you feel alive. It was almost as if something was missing before you met him. Blue, green and pink lights beamed from the ceiling, moving at a pace that almost made you dizzy. With a ‘Bride to be’ sash on and a neon tutu around your waist, you felt like the centre of attention with everyone encouraging you to down your shots and wishing you well on your future marriage. Even on a night like this where you were supposed to be celebrating your independence, you wanted Wonho to be there with you; dancing in his strong arms sounded perfect. Giggling at your maid of honour who was trying to dance as sexy as she could, you could have sworn you saw one of Wonho’s groomsmen Minhyuk out of the corner of your eye and when you thought that was unlikely, you spotted the leader of Wonho’s group Shownu at the bar. In a haze of confusion, you could barely hear your bridesmaids yelling your name and trying to get your attention. 

“(Y/N!) Look who’s here!” 

Your bridesmaid called before reaching behind her and pushing your fiance in front of you. He grinned mischievously before cuddling you. Wonho smelled so good and he looked so damn fine in tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. 

“Hoseok! What are you doing here?! You know it’s supposed to be girls only.” 

You pretended to be stern with him when really you were over the moon that he had come to see you. With that jaw dropping, dazzling smile, he chuckled with a glimmer of lust in his eyes. 

“I just couldn’t stay away jagi. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me? I missed you.” 

You couldn’t fight your smile and the feeling of being home and safe when you were with him. Even in the crowded room full of intoxicated strangers, when you were with him, it felt like just the two of you in this crazy love bubble. All of a sudden, he pulled you close and crushed his lips upon yours, desperately needing you. Like it was an instinct, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in to the kiss. You sensed his hunger, his wanting for you. It became obvious why he’d come and how much he really missed you. You weren’t there in his bed with him and that was something he didn’t like at all; he wasn’t complete without his partner in crime. Wonho grabbed your behind, squeezing it tightly as if no one was there when you heard:

“Oh my fucking god guys, get a room!” 

He pulled away with a soft, warm laugh. Your foreheads rested against each other, the two of you gazing in to each others eyes, breathless. 

“I missed you too.” 

You uttered, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Eagerly, your fiance took your hand and started leading you through the crowd of people. 

“Where are we going?!” 

You cried as loudly as you could. 

“Somewhere! Anywhere! Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” 


Within minutes you were in a toilet stall, sat on the seat with your legs around Wonho as he reached forward and kissed you passionately, reaching under your tutu and dragging your panties down your legs. 

“Touch yourself jagiya. Let me see you play with yourself. We don’t have much time and I need you, right now.” 

You were shy, even in front of your fiance, the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, though the alcohol in your body helped you feel a little more confident. Wonho stood up and unzipped his jeans, his erection almost breaking the zipper as it bulged out. His deep eyes almost burned in to you, watching you rub your pulsing clit as he dropped his black boxer shorts down around his ankles. Wonho told you to rub yourself as he wanted you to be wet for him but you were already dripping just by seeing his thick, hard manhood in his hand. In the background, you heard the loud bass of the music thumping, hoping it would mask your whimpers. Making you giggle, Wonho lifted you up off the seat and took your place, hinting he wanted you to ride him. Your heart fluttered whilst your horniness was making you a crazy woman. Perhaps Wonho wanted to take advantage of he fact you got extremely aroused when you’d had a few drinks. You could barely believe you were going to fuck your husband to be in a club toilet cubicle but you were both painfully desperate to feel each other, to connect in the most intimate way. Easing yourself down on his hardness, the two of you struggled to keep your eyes open with the insane pleasure and relief. With his cock inside you, you felt full and stretched; you always forgot how big Wonho got when he was fully erect. 

“Oh baby. You feel so amazing. I’m never going to get enough of you.” 

He uttered, his hands resting on your hips, helping to lift you up and down on his long shaft. Your fiance looked so attractive as he closed his eyes and bit down on his plump lower lip, gently groaning at your tightness. Each time you lowered yourself down, you found a new wave of bliss; it was becoming hard to stay quiet. You just wanted to scream his name. 

“Oppa.” 

You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

“Holy shit I can’t wait to marry you. I just want to call you my wife already. I just want you to be mine.” 

Wonho grunted as his pupils dilated and his hands moved from your hips to your behind. 

“I am yours Hoseok. I’m all yours.” 

You moaned before feeling his lips return to yours, demanding your touch. Your mouths moved in sync; you were captured in his sensuous embrace. Moving your hips faster, you felt your orgasm build as your walls tightened and your clit rubbed lightly on Wonho’s neat pubic hair. The orgasm felt like a warm tingling sensation in your pussy and as soon as Wonho reached down and played with your excited clitoris, you felt yourself tipping over the edge. 

“Baby I want to cum!” 

You cried, too engulfed in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Feeling Wonho’s cock twitch inside you, you could tell he was seconds away from finishing too. 

“Yes! Cum on my cock baby. Show me you’re mine!” 

Wonho growled before kissing and biting at your neck, inevitably giving you a hickey that you hoped would fade before the wedding but he knew you loved it when he nibbled on your neck. Wonho had to stifle your screaming with a harsh, scorching kiss as your orgasm rocked through your body and soon enough, you felt his warm liquid drip out of you. For moments you sat there, tangled in a warm cuddle as the two of you tried your best to get your breath back. With his arms wrapped around you so tightly, you didn’t want to move. You almost forgot it was supposed to be your bachelorette party. Deeply, you sighed. 

“I suppose I should go back to the girls baby. This is supposed to be my last night as a single lady.” 

You said, trying to move but Wonho wouldn’t let you go yet. He smirked boyishly; the smirk that made you fall so hard for him. 

“Do you want me to go?” 

He asked, his eyes turning puppy dog like. You giggled, shaking your head. 

“Just, I want round two when we get home. But for now, we better go and dance…and pretend we didn’t just fuck in here.” 

You responded. It was nearly painful to climb off Wonho, suddenly feeling empty and colder. You passed Wonho some tissues as you tried to clean up but you were pulled back down on top of him. 

“Baby. I want everyone to know we just fucked in here.” 

The Only Movie Theatre ~ Jughead Jones

Request: Jughead and (Y/N) meeting in the diner
Y/N=Your Name
Y/E/C=Your Eye Color


The small bell above the door jingled as I entered the small 80’s themed diner, Pop’s, also known as the only diner in Riverdale, which was a very big fall from the largeness of New York I was used to.


I had just moved here with my fraternal twin-sister, Veronica and our mother after the man I refuse to call my father had done some very stupid things, forcing us to flee our home and move to possibly the most boring town in the world.

As my shoes clicked against the tiled floor I looked down to see that I was still in my party attire from the homecoming dance, though I had left early to take Betty home as she wasn’t in the best of terms with my sister at the moment.

I walked up to the register, ordering a milkshake and paying. As the worker moved to the back to start on my shake, I saw a mysterious looking guy around my age sitting not to far away in a booth by the window, typing at a computer.


As confidence was something known to run in the Lodge family, in a few steps I stood in front of the table where the boy sat, hoping that he wasn’t a serial killer and I could possibly make another friend.


It took a few moments but the boy slowly looked up from his screen, his green eyes landing on me, “Can I help you?” He asked dryly, my smile faltered for a second at the annoyance in his voice, before picking it back up again.


“What are you writing about?” I questioned, looking down as his fingers typed rapidly on the keyboard of his silver laptop.


He responded almost immediately, “Its my novel, about this town.”


I frowned at his answer as he began typing, “Why would you want to write about this town? No offense, but it’s no big apple.”


The boy looked up from his screen for a split second, before beginning to type again, “Does the big apple have a Jason Blossom?”


The name sounded familiar to me, and I had to rack my brain fir a few seconds before remembering I had seen a poster of him at the front of school on the first day, “You mean the boy that drowned? I’m pretty positive that people have drowned in bigger towns than Riverdale, it’s actually quite a common way to go.”


“Yes, but in a town like Riverdale, nothing ever happens here-”


“Obviously.” I cut in, absentmindedly playing with the menu that was by the edge of the table. “You guys have, what? One movie theatre?”


The boy ignored my comment and continued writing his novel, “And when something like the death of the son of the richest family in town happens, people want to hear about it. As a city person I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”


I opened my mouth slightly at what the boy had just muttered, should I have been offended?


“How did you know I’m from the city?” I questioned carefully, seriously wondering if this guy was done kind of crazed stalker.


The boy just shrugged, “This town is small, so when things happen, like the very rich sand famous Lodge family moving in unexpectedly from New York, people talk.” The boy looked up at me once more, “And you, (Y/N) Lodge, seem to be the talk of the town.”


I looked at the boy for a minute, studying him, “If you know my name, I feel obligated to know yours as well. Or is remaining nameless part of the antisocial all-knowing hipster thing you got going on?”


If may have just been my imagination but I swore I saw the corner’s of the boy’s lips turn up slightly at my sarcastic comment, “It’s Jughead. Jughead Jones.”


I thanked the diner employee as they handed me my milkshake and I took a sip of it, enjoying the smooth and refreshing drink, “Well, Jughead Jones. Tell me about this novel.” I requested, sliding into the booth across from the dark-haired boy, watching with curious eyes as he faintly chuckled, but went into detail about his book nonetheless.


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After speaking with Jughead for what only seemed like mere minutes, a text from my sister reveled that I had been sitting with him the diner for three hours!


Veronica: Where r you?


(Y/N): Sorry, lost track if time. On the way now.


“Looks like its time for me to head home.” I told the boy in front of me, standing up and sighing lightly when I felt something pop after sitting in the same position for the last few hours.

I was surprised when Jughead stood up as well, “I’ll walk you out.”


Jughead and I awkwardly stood outside of the entrance to Pop’s, looking anywhere but each other’s eyes.


“I had fun tonight.” Jughead and I both said at the same time, causing each other to burst into laughter, after a few seconds of recovering I spoke up.


“You go first.”


Jughead nodded, pushing his hands into the pickets if his jacket, “I had a lot of fun tonight, (Y/N). You’re something different.”


“Good different?” I questioned, moving a stray piece if hair from my face.


The Jones boy nodded, “A very good different.” It was silently for a moment as he kicked a rock with his shoe before speaking up again, “So if you, I don’t know, like ever want to hang out or something-”


I cut off his awkward, but somewhat cute rambling, “I’ve been dying to check out the movie theatre here. You know, the only one?“


He nodded and chuckled a bit, "So it’s a date?”


I smiled at him, “If that’s what you want to call it.” We stared at each-other for a few seconds, his green eyes meeting my (Y/E/C) ones. I broke the eye contact by looking at my phone to see it was 1:14. “I better get going, but I had fun tonight Jughead, really.”


The Jones boy nodded, “So, did I.”


Another spur of confidence made me push on the tops of my toes, and plant a kiss on his cheek, causing a blush to spread across his face.


“See you around, Jughead Jones.” I said in a final goodbye, before turning around and walking into the parking lot.


As I got into my car, I looked to see that Jughead was still standing outside of Pop’s, and this time I was more than sure that the corners of his mouth had turned up into a smirk.

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This cowboy gives me life every single day when I work the Move It Shake It dance party, and I absolutely love dancing with him on my days off!😍😍😍🎉⬆️✨❤️🏰

the wonderful rhae of sunshine @stardefiant and i were talking about how even absolutely does love the song september and weeell 

september first this year comes on a friday, and even starts blasting the song at seven in the morning. and then he’s out of bed and grabbing one of isak’s highlighter pens and using it as a pretend microphone and singing along to the song, and isak sees him through half-open lids, and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face after he yawns, and he asks, all sleepy but endeared “even, what are you doing?” and even twirls and doesn’t quite hear the words, replies “did you say something?” and isak lets out a little groan as he sits up, and even grabs his hand and pulls him out of bed and isak simply buries his face against his shoulder, asks “what are you doing?” more loudly this time, fondness still in his voice. and isak sighs and closes his eyes and even cradles his head, gently lifts it off his shoulder so he can quickly kiss him and softly say “isak, it’s september”

and throughout the day, the song remains stuck in isak’s head, and he finds himself mouthing some of the lyrics and taping his foot in class. but the truth is that he doesn’t really mind, because the song in his head is accompanied with the memory of him and even dancing around in their pajamas, isak still progressively waking up, even full of excitement and beautiful light. and that night, they go to a party organized by this guy even just befriended in university, and at some point even plugs his phone into the speakers and plays the song. and some people are confused and some of them are laughing, and some of them don’t question the song choice and just start dancing. and isak is looking at even from across the room and he’s leaning his head to the side slightly and shaking it, bitting his lip to try to hide a smile. and even walks toward him and offers him his hand, and isak takes it, lets even walk him to the centre of the room, lets him take the lead. but isak also lets himself go, and he’s dancing too, silly dance moves of his own that make even beam. it’s a party and he’s with his boyfriend and it’s fun

and even says in his ear “you know, i remember listening to this song last year”, and then he presses his forehead against isak’s, dancing still and adds “and you were waiting outside of school and you looked so bored, and i remember wanting to make you listen to this with me because i thought it would make you laugh” and isak almost goes still for a second, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opens them and kisses even, and when his mouth is not on even’s, it’s smiling. because the song does make him smile, but most of all, even does. and when the song comes to an end, even makes isak sway one last time, tells him “i’m glad you’re here with me this september” 

Dance Party- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by mapleloafs

Ok so SWEDEN WON I’M SO HAPPY!! But poor Mitch… Oh well… anyway! And AUSTON IS WITH FREDDIE! Y'all I’m LIVING! Anyway! So here’s a little dance party for Auston! Enjoy!

Warning: cute and fluffy, one cuss word

@supersoracc Request: hey! can you do an auston matthews imagine where him and the reader live together and shes at home dancing around blasting music and he comes home from practice and sees and laughs and joins and they have a cute lil dance party lol. THANKS!! (ps i love your writing!)

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              Auston came home early.

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Fantasies (M) | Yoongi/Jimin

Anonymous Requested :  An Incubus!Yoonmin threesome, m/m, with face/thigh riding.

Genre : Smut | Incubus!Yoonmin | Supernatural AU | Yoonmin x Reader

A/N : Okay so I am by no means an expert on incubi, like at all. So when I was doing research for writing this, I kind of just picked which elements about the lore I wanted to incorporate into the story, to fit the nature of the request. The sin was rolling off of my body while writing this, so hopefully you’ll all enjoy!

Word Count : 5,291

Description : They have an underlying strangeness about them, that you just can’t put your finger on. Regardless though when you meet the two boys at a party you still decide to go home with them, how will this night turn out?


Originally posted by jeonsshi

You could feel the stares from across the room, but you couldn’t tell where exactly they were coming from. The party was crowded, and there was almost no space to walk, but you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that there were specific pair of eyes on you at all times.

You moved over to the drink table to down another shot, so you could try and shake the strange feeling that was clouding the atmosphere around you. The liquid burned as it slid down your throat, but the instant the drink hit your stomach, an overwhelming desire to dance takes over your body. You saunter over to the pack of people dancing, and join in as you let the music control your movements. It’s fun, and you can feel a lightness overtake you as you feel yourself drifting through the mass of people.

You continue to enjoy the feeling of the alcohol taking over your impaired mind, when you suddenly feel a body press into you from behind, and a pair of hands attach themselves to your waist. You’re about to turn around to kindly tell the person grinding into your ass to fuck off, but when his face comes into view, the words get lost.

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can you imagine

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: !request where the reader finds out she’s pregnant but has a miscarriage before she can tell lin

warnings: anGST :’(, swearing, mentions of blood 

word count: 2,093

a/n: there are gonna two spin offs to this and will up updated as i go through. they’ll be embedded in a link/word in this so you can read it through and read those if you want to too! they’ll also be updated along with the rest of blog and added to the master list. okay xo



Before you had even taken the test, you knew. Before you were even a week late, you knew. Before you had even drank your coffee the morning after, you knew.

Still, it didn’t stop you from waiting over a month to take the test. 

It wasn’t until you were sitting on the bathroom floor with a box of pregnancy tests in your hand that you realize why you waited so long: you were absolutely terrified. What if Lin left you? He already had a shit going on. Oh my God. You couldn’t be pregnant. You couldn’t be. Hamilton was opening in three weeks. Three weeks. You couldn’t be pregnant. Right?

Wrong. 

It took you an hour after you peed on the stick to check. Part of you wanted to check, solely because you wanted it to say negative. You wanted to be wrong. But you weren’t. So when you finally looked and saw that damn positive sign, you stopped.

You put your head in your hands and felt something wet.

Gross, you thought, did I forget to wash my hands? It was then that you realized you were crying; and the second you did, they turned to sobs. 

This couldn’t be happening. Lin was going to leave you. You rolled your eyes, no he wasn’t. Lin would be overjoyed at the thought of a child. You remembered the first time this had happened, when he ran inside with hot cocoa and flowers and practically yelled, “I want to have your babies.” But the timing wasn’t right. Then again, is it ever? 

Regardless, as you sat on the tile floor, you subconsciously decided not to tell Lin until after opening night. Maybe even a week after - he didn’t need any more stress in his life; especially not with the show just a few weeks away.

Racking your brain, you tried to remember that night. You always used protection - what happened?


The first time you had gotten sick was about week or so after you took the test. It made sense; you were about six weeks in. Still, Lin was next to you almost instantly, holding your hair and rubbing your back as your emptied your stomach into the toilet. 

“Baby…shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed. You nodded, still feeling undeniably queasy. You almost told him right there and then, but the second you saw the bags under his eyes, you knew you couldn’t.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you leaned back on the wall. He handed you a wet face cloth and a glass of water.

You nodded, “I probably just ate something bad last night.”

That was the first lie, and it hurt worse than the morning sickness. Then again, maybe it was the twentieth, if you count the fact that you were keeping the biggest secret of your life from him. 


The second was when you was on the phone with the doctors office. You were sitting on the kitchen counter eating a bowl of blueberries.

“October 5th is a…”

“Friday,” the secretary filled in for you. Opening night.

“Oh - that won’t work. How’s the 7th look?”

You hadn’t even heard Lin walk in, but suddenly he was in front of you, popping a blueberry in his mouth. 

“That works - 10 o’clock okay?” 

You took in a sharp breath of air, hiccuping a little. He smiled back brightly at you, immediately making your stomach drop.

“That’s perfect. Thanks. Bye.” You hung up before the secretary had a chance to respond.

“What’s on the 7th?” Lin asked, eating another blueberry.

You tried to offer a smile, “Uh, I’m getting a hair cut.” 

He took the tip of your braid in his hand, “Cool. You wanna get some breakfast before I have to head to the theater?”

You nodded feebly. Your heart was in your stomach at the thought of having to keep lying to him. 


The third time was probably the hardest to get out of. You were up in the middle of the night.

You rubbed your eyes under your glasses, trying to wipe the sleep out of them. Opening the freezer, you took out the Eggo waffles. You had started wanting them a few days ago, but tonight was really bad; craving them to the point you couldn’t fall asleep. 

You considered heating them up, but you were already too hot - did Lin always keep it so hot in here? - so you settled for the half frozen waffles.

You were scrolling through some twitter mentions when Lin’s voice startled you.

“Y/N?” He was tired; and you didn’t need to hear his raspy voice to figure that out. He was barely sleeping three hours a night, so the second you saw him, you felt guilty. Maybe because you had woken him up, maybe because you were lying to him.

“What are you doing up?” He asked you, walking toward the softly lit kitchen.

“I was hungry,” you blurted out.

He cocked his head to the side, “But you hate Eggo waffles.”

“Pfft, no I don’t,” you tried. His brows furrowed at this.

“Last week you said you didn’t like them.”

You bit your lip slightly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. 

“Come back to bed, baby.” He asked, taking your hands in his. Lin was concerned; you weren’t usually like this. Maybe on your period, but that was supposed to be a week ago… right?

He brushed the off when you shut the light off in the kitchen and walked back to bed with him.

You didn’t sleep much that night. Instead, you thought about how good Lin was with kids and how he would be with your kid. You felt him pull you close, a hand resting on your stomach. Your heart fluttered a little.


There was opening night, too. The entire day, Lin was scrambling. You had barely seen him between rehearsals and prep. It almost made you feel okay with your decision to keep quiet. Almost.

Still, the show went off without a hitch. You had never been more proud of him in your life. Plus, Dear Theodosia made you cry a little more than you probably should.

It was awful though, the after party. Not that the vibe or the people, but the sobriety of it. 

Lin came dancing over, a smile on his lips. You laughed at his horrible dance moves. 

“Champagne, my lovely lady?” He teased. 

“Someone has to get you home tonight,” you tried, shaking your head. He frowned.

“We’ll call an Uber!” He shouted. You just laughed and put the glass of a table. It might’ve been the easiest lie, but it definitely cut deep; you were starting to love the idea of having a kid with Lin.

Still, it didn’t even compare to that night.


You got lucky. Lin had drank enough that when he got home, he had skipped the horny drunk and went straight to cuddly tired buzz. You managed to put a teeshirt on him and taken his shoes off before pushing him into bed.

“Y/N,” he whined, “Come back to bed!”

You laughed, “I’ll be there before you know I’m gone.”

Walking into the kitchen, you grabbed two Advil for Lin in the morning. Except when you reached up to get a glass for some water, you felt it. You knew that feeling. You knew it from your fifteen plus years as a woman. You were bleeding. 

Nearly slamming the glass on the table, you ran to the bathroom and pulled down your pants.

“Shit,” you breathed, “No. Fuck fuck fuck, no.” 

You seethed, this couldn’t be happening. No. Not when you had started to love this baby. Not when you hadn’t even told Lin yet. Not on opening night. Not now.

“No,” you mumbled, “No. This can’t be happening.”

“Y/N? Everything okay?” Lin called from the other room.

Immediately wiping your tears away, “Just fine!”

You swallowed. You didn’t have time to mourn. Not when you had started to love this baby. Not when you hadn’t even told Lin yet. Not on opening night. Not now. So you put on some stuff on, washed your hands, and climbed into bed next to Lin. This time, however, when he pulled you close and rested his hand on your stomach, your heart didn’t flutter; it nearly broke.


Lin woke up in the morning with a smile. How, with the amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before, was beyond you. It wasn’t until you sat up and felt it, that you remembered the night before.

You immediately felt sick. Lin noticed this and furrowed his brows together.

“You good?” he asked, walking back into your room with a cup of coffee. You took in a breath, trying to nod. Lin saw right through this. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he tried, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your heart was pounding.

“I have to tell you something,” you said, trying to sound strong. Unfortunately, your voice cracked. 

He leaned closer. His bright eyes shining with concern.

“Y/N,” he cooed, wiping away one of your falling tears with his calloused thumb.

“Did I do something?” he started, “I’m sorry I haven’t been present with you. The show has just -”

“No, Lin.” You stopped him.

“Is there someone else? Whatever it is we can -”

“No, Lin. I -”

“Did you cheat on me?” he asked, his voice breaking. His nose was red, like he was about to start crying.

“No! Lin, I’m pregnant!” you shouted, your words sharped than you intended, “Well, I -”

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Lin suddenly whispered. His nose was still red and his eyes were glossy, but now there was a smile on his face.

It wasn’t until that moment that you knew what heartbreak truly felt like.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he said again, this time more confidently. He looked up at you and grabbed your shoulders, “We’re gonna be parents!” 

He brain was on overdrive, but hit a red light when he saw the tears continuing to stream down your face.

“Why aren’t you celebrating?” he asked.

You tried to offer a small smile, but it only forced your body into further sobs. Unaware of whether you were crying because of how excited Lin was to have your baby, or because you had lost your baby, you didn’t know. All you felt was Lin’s arms around you, begging for you to talk to him.

After a while, when your tears had mostly subsided, Lin pushed the hair out of you face.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I lost the baby,” you whispered.

“What?” he asked, barely missing a beat.

“Last night,” you hiccuped, “I got my period.”

You watched Lin’s face drop, the world in slow motion. He looked up to you and you couldn’t breathe. 

You gasped when you saw the tears fall on his cheeks, “I’m so sorry.”

Lin immediately hushed you, engulfing you into a hug.

“It’s okay, baby.” He tried, but he was crying too. It wasn’t okay.

He looked down to your stomach, “How long had you know?”

“A month or so.”

“Y/N, you should’ve told me.”

You shook your head, “You couldn’t deal with any more stress.”

“No -”

“I couldn’t take this away from you -”

“You should’ve told me,” he wasn’t angry, just sad.

“I’m not sorry,” you said, “You deserved this show. I - I couldn’t take that away from you. I was going to tell you after opening night. I didn’t want -” you paused, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

He slid down on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you, mumbling apologized back and forth every so often.

You stayed like that for hours, not moving until he had to leave for the show. Before he left, you pressed a tissue to his eyes. You felt awful, telling him this before a show? It wasn’t fair. Then again, none of it was.

“I love you. No matter what,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears, “I love you too, so fricken much.”


Lin went on stage that night, unaware that his former conversation with you resembled two of his songs so perfectly. 

His heart broke during That Would Be Enough, but he barely got the words out during Stay Alive.

So at the end of the night, as he held you in bed, neither or you sleeping, he started humming.

You took his hand. It’s Quiet Uptown.

Party girl-Justin Bieber imagine (mature)

Justin meets Y/N at a party.

Y/N POV-  

“Y/N, Y/N!” the loud chants of my name can be heard throughout the room, above the loud music. I decided to let loose and go to my best friend’s brother’s birthday party. Tessa, whom i’ve known for over 5 years, assisted we went to her older brother’s 21st birthday party, saying it was party ‘we could not miss.’ 

I continue to move hips to the beat, dirty dancing on the kitchen counter top, not giving a care who was filming. I move my hips, shaking my ass to the fast beats, my mini shorts clinging tight to my curves. After my 5th shot of the stinging vodka, I went crazy, my mind not stable to think anymore. I close my eyes, feeling the hype run down my body, I continue to dance, raising my arms in the air. I open my hazy eyes, glancing down at the crowd. I spot a cute boy. He wore a tank top, that exposed his perfect structured arms that I wanted to touch so badly. 

He focused on me, his eyes staring looking up at me as he leans down to sip from the red cup in his hand. I stand there, lost and dazed from my dancing. I couldn’t focus anymore. 

“Y/N, that was so good!” I hear Tessa cheer from below. I jump down the counter top. 

“I got it all on video!” She continues to cheer for me, telling me how good my dancing skills were. 

I nod lazily, my mind on able to comprehend what she was saying, her words going straight through my left ear and out of my right. I feel unable to stand up, my legs suddenly feeling weak, as if any moment i’ll collapse. I clutch onto Tessa’s shoulder, leaning my weight onto her. She quickly notices something wrong. She turns her attention to me, holding me with two arms, slowing walking me into a quiet corner. 

My mind begins to fuzz, a blur suddenly taking over my vision.  Out of the blue, my eyes began to spin, the blur slightly easing my sight. I look around, confusion striking me. I didn’t know where I was. 

The bed sheets were soft, white and thick. The room, oddly tidy, clean and crisp, not an object out of place. A slightly familiar scent floats around the room, a woody earthy but warm and slightly rosey scent, travels to my scenes. The scent smelt so nice and welcoming. 

“Y/N” A deep voice, still and captivating rang in my ears, signaling my head to turn to its direction. 

I see him standing there, with the same red cup and with a hand in his pockets. He looks handsome as ever, his hair brown and soft, making me want to run my fingers through it, his smirk so confident making me suddenly fall into a nervous pit. 

“Uh,” I awkwardly begin, “What am I doing here?” 

“Well, I saw the way you looked at me the entire night” He replies with a half grin, “and the way you move your body is a sight to see.” 

He begins to walk closer to me, moving closer to the side of the bed. The insides of my body starts to tear apart, struggling to breathe, my mind still boozed from the large amount of alcohol I consumed the last hour. I sit there, unable to move, my eyes large and scared for what’s about to happen. He sits his cup on the bed side table before climbing on the bed. He hovers above me, slipping off his expensive slide ons as he gazes into my eyes, his eyes raking over my face intensly. He closes his body around me, supporting himself with his left hand against the headboard. His face so close to mine, I could smell his scent starting to blur my vision.

My body falls apart under him, suddenly I forgot how to breathe. I hold in my breath, eyes wide as he leans beside my ear, “let’s have some fun.” 

His voice making me melt instantly, “What do you say baby?” 

My tongue suddenly ties in a knot, not being able to reply. He suddenly rubs his thumb inside my inner thighs, making me squirm under his body. I close my eyes, my body not responding anymore. I raise my hips at his touch, wanting more, wanting him to touch me further. 

“More,” I breathlessly moan. I didn’t even know his name but it was ridiculous how much I wanted him. I feel myself becoming wetter every second. He continues to tease me, lightly grazing his thumb in my inner thighs, close to where I wanted him to touch. I quickly unbuttoned my denim shorts, signaling him where I needed him most. I clutch the sheets at the side of me, waiting for him to feel me up. I notice his actions suddenly stopping. I open my eyes to see his brown eyes full of lust. My eyes lace in confusion. 

“You’re drunk Y/N, I don’t think I should go any further,” he spoke seriously. 

“Please, I need you,” I whine breathlessly as I grip his large wrist in a tight grip, wanting him to penetrate me already. 

“God, you’re making this so hard,” He groans. 

I stare at his face. Eyebrows creased and bottom lip taken between his teeth, looking as if he was trying to control himself. I lunge at him, kissing him forcefully, pouring out my lust and want into the kiss. He slides two fingers against my slick folds. I moan into the kiss before I quickly pull away from his lips, instantly forgetting how to breathe. I begin to let out little pants, breathless as he begins to rub against my core with his large fingers.

“You’re so wet,” He growls deeply. I shut my eyes, loving the way he was making me feel. 

“Moan Justin’s name babygirl,” he demands with a warning tone, his warm breath blowing directly in my left ear. His voice edging me closer, making me want to let go already. 

A boy I just meet only less than a couple of hours ago has his fingers between my legs. He had a dangerous look on his face the first time i laid eyes on him, already knowing that he was trouble. His arms, decorated with ink and perfectly displayed through his baggy basketball singlet. The way his eyes would follow, indicating me he wanted me right there and then. 

Suddenly he plunges two fingers into my heat, feeling myself stretch with his digits. I yelp at his rough actions, my eyes opening wide. 

“Say my name Y/N,” he demands once again. 

He roughly penetrates me at a fast pace making me go crazy, my body not able to take it any longer. I feel his digits rubbing intensely against my walls, the pleasure so overwhelming. I stare back at him with lazy eyes, my lips not being able to form a sentence anymore, my tongue tying itself in a knot. He gazes right back at me with an intense stare before quickly flicking his eyes down at his fingers disappearing into my heat. 

“Come on, baby,” He whispers as he leans in beside my ear, “Am i doing you good?”

He harshly tugs at my left thigh, forcing my legs apart. He continues to plunge his two fingers into my walls. The feeling in my lower stomach becoming so intensely sore, beginning to tighten up.

“Justi-n,” I whine, my voice sounding more high pitched than normal. 

I glance down to see his hand deep in my shorts, moving at a fast pace. I feel my stomach tighten to the max, the sudden buildup letting go. I shut my eyes close as I grip the sheets tightly, letting my orgasm wash over me. I peer open my eyes to see Justin’s pupils looking straight into my face. 

“I love it when you let go for me,” he says as he licks over his plump bottom lip, his eyes examining my after sex phase. 

He keeps his harsh stare as he brings his two fingers between his pink lips, that I wanted to kiss so badly. His fingers dripped with my juices. He cleans them up, taking his time before taking them out. The sight so memorising but also the feeling strangely hitting straight to my core.

I smile hazily at him, barely able to keep my eyes open. My eyes begin to drift off too sleep all to sudden for me. My presence finally giving up on me.

Justin POV-

She was breathtaking. I saw her when she first walked through that door. The way she would smile and greet the birthday boy with such an innocent smile. She came along with Tessa. She did look slightly lost, as if she did not really knowing her way around parties. But the way her hips would move made me think otherwise. 

The clothes she wore gave me more than enough skin to tease me, for my eyes to touch as her soft glowy skin shone when she danced. God she did look sexy. The way her body responded to my fingers made me instantly want to pleasure her to the max, to she show her what i’m really made of. But I knew I couldn’t continue it because of her drunken state and didn’t want her to wake up and regret it. 

The high pitched moans from her sweet lips and the noises she would make every time I thrusted my fingers into her made my mind go crazy. The feeling of her wet tight core clenching my fingers nearly made me want to flip her over and fuck her continuously with my shaft deep inside her heat. 

“Justin,” a voice awakes me from my daydream, “are you ok bro?” 

I shot open my eyes to realise Darren still next to me as we sat on the couch. 

“Sorry,” I mutter, stretching my arms from the back of my head and bringing them to rub my tired eyes. 

“what time is it?” I mumble, my mouth feeling a bit dry. 

The air seems almost dark, despite all of the lights still on. I spin my head around to find no one present, the crowd of teenagers all gone. The only thing left as a reminder of this lame ass party was the mess they left behind. The whole house looked like a pigsty, cups and rubbish thrown around. God, why did I even let Darren host his birthday party at my house. 

I raise my hands to roughly rub the sides of my head. A headache racing into the insides of my brain. The stinging making my head want to explode into a million of pieces. I groan angrily, the pain taking me by surprise. I force myself off the couch, slumping my way up the stairs to my room. Every step was a struggle. I finally push my way into my room. I hastily grab the pills off my bedside table, popping two in my mouth and swallowing once. The relief instantly taking over me, calming my state. 

My eyes spot a red cup from last night. My eyes linger on the cup for a moment. The flashbacks of last night hitting me straight in the face like a bullet train. The moments so vividly clear, almost knocking me off my feet. 

I sit back onto the perfectly made bed. Y/N was here, it wasn’t a dream.

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As the lights went down and the music started playing, Sherlock found himself immerse in his own thoughts. He was putting his violin inside the case, knowing that he was meant to leave the party before anyone noticed.

He had made the announcement, or at least he had felt it as an announcement, by telling John and Mary about their future baby. The couple were ecstatic, dancing around like a pair of love birds ready to grow their nest. It was so romantic Sherlock had to walk away and stop watching.

Of course, leaving the party hadn’t been precisely his first choice. He had thought of dancing – because he was an excellent dancer and he actually enjoyed it – but Molly had a boyfriend, Mrs. Hudson had been paired up by John with his grand-father and Janine was nowhere to be found.

Sherlock had also thought of sitting with someone to chat until John payed attention to him again, but the only single person there that Sherlock actually knew about was Lestrade and Sherlock didn’t feel like exchanging any sort of conversation with him and his awfully low-functioning self. Socializing with someone new was definitely off the list.

Therefore, Sherlock looked for Janine all around the party, only to find out that she had actually listened to his advice and was now dancing with one of the five bachelors Sherlock recommended. She looked happy, she was truly enjoying that man’s company and the only attention she gave to Sherlock was a mouthed “thank you” from afar.

Sherlock then realized that he had already played his part on that show and was now time to leave the scene. He was no longer required there, at least not for the night, that is. And so he took his violin case, got his coat on and tied his scarf.

“Care to dance?” A female voice asked shyly. Sherlock turned around to meet a beautiful, doll-faced woman expecting for an answer.

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Recommended Listening: Ghost Waltz - Abel Korzeniowski

For @silent-of-spirit, as part of my giveaway. (Sorry for the lateness!) Victorian Hawke & Fenris dancing (wrote it as a side-story to Shadow on the Run).


There’s a sly smile curling at the corner of her lips. A slash of red, dark and mysterious. It’s a smile that doesn’t quite reach the piercing blue. Her eyes remain impassive, calculating. He is not the only one watching her. Talking to their companions, following her out of the corner of their eyes. She is an inferno of red and black, a predator amongst countless prey. The band has their eyes upon the music sheets, strings upon strings, playing for a glittering crowd.

Couples dance in perfect sync, hand in hand, arms extended, dresses swaying across the floor. Smiles on their faces, earrings that dangle and bounce against skin as they move. Finest silk, brightest color. Blue and purple, green and yellow. Spinning round and round, a dizzying display. Flowers in their hair, shoes shined and polished, bowties white and pocket watches gold. She seems uninterested in it all. She picks up a truffle from a tray, places it at her lips. Red lipstick marks her glass of wine. She looks up briefly, catches his gaze across the dance floor.

Everything else seems to move in slow motion. The laughter seems distant, the music drawn out. The echo of the piano is so far away, the tap of shoes against floor almost nonexistent. She passes her empty glass to a passing servant. He watches in a trance as the crowd seems to part for her. She passes through this sea of fabric and color, untouched by it all. Her eyes do not leave his. He can’t look away. She stops before him. The band is still playing but to him there’s only silence.

Lost in the constellation of freckles on her face, the exposed line of her throat. Her hair is bound and wound, subtle curls that rest black upon black. There are no flowers in her hair. She needs none. She wears no necklace, no bracelet, and no jewelry at all. No such trinkets are needed to make her sparkle. She looks up at him and a smile quirks across her lips. The world crashes back into meaningless noise, cascading off the sound of her voice.

“What a pleasure seeing you here,” she says, her hand reaching for his. Unlike the others, she wears no gloves. No silk things with trims of sparkling silver. She is all flesh and warmth, her palm against his, stirring the heat within him. With her other hand, she reaches up, adjusts his collar and his bowtie. The briefest moment of her fingertips touching his neck.

“I thought we were supposed to stay separate,” he tells her. She chuckles softly under her breath, and her hand drops back to her side.  

“I saw you and I simply couldn’t resist,” she says. He only makes a small grunt, looks away from her. He can hear more quiet laughter as her hand squeezes his. She knows that the back of his neck will be flushed with embarrassment, the slightest pleasure at her compliment. The women have their dresses, the men have naught but their suit and ties. Black and white, collared and laced, she looks at the dancers at their game and find none who stand out. None except for him.  

He stands straight, his shoulders squared, and there’s relaxed confidence in his stance. Sure of himself. He does not want the attention of others, nor does he need it. That assurance makes the women look at him, blush and avert their eyes playfully, more than the strong line of his jaw or the glittering emerald of his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair, that lovely white. He fixes the lock which had threatened to escape the way he so carefully has it slicked back.

“Fenris,” she says, “dance with me.”

“I don’t dance.” She laughs at that. She knows he can, and beautifully as well. They’ve moved from party to party and in all except the first he’s denied her. Usually with a simple shake of his head. This is the first that he’s dignified her request with a response. She closes the distance between them. His hand still hasn’t let go of hers. Her other hand slides up his arm, rests on his shoulder. She leans against him, presses her body against his, tilts her face up towards his.

She hums slightly before she presses a kiss against his cheek. “Dance with me,” she murmurs. Her teeth click together in a playful bite by his ear. Hot breath, Hawke’s knowing smile, the dangerous glitter of mischief in her eyes. She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at him, raises her eyebrows slightly. Looking far too pleased with herself as the tips of his ears redden. An arm tightens around her waist, sweeps her onto the floor.

He arranges them neatly and efficiently, setting their steps and their pace. His hand is splayed on her lower back, his hand tight around hers. Her hand is on his shoulder and she is like water in his arms. Graceful and aware, her steps are light and easy. He moves them with the same sort of confidence he moves himself. Assured in her, assured in them. Unlike other stumbling couples, they do not need to look at the floor, or at anyone else. Instead they look at each other.

This is supposed to be business. A temporary arrangement. Find Danarius, kill him, and be done with this witch and all her kind. They are moving forward, ever closer towards their goal. After that – he does not know where this path leads him. He is tempted to ask her. She has made herself comfortable in every corner of his life, and no matter which direction he turns, he finds himself brought back to her. To leave after Danarius would make him directionless once again. This was supposed to be business but she smiles at him and he cannot help but smile back.


There are carriages awaiting guests outside. Horses beat the ground restlessly as they wait, pawing against the gravel of the estate. Hawke and Fenris sit side by side on one of their hosts needlessly expensive couches. Hawke has another glass of wine in her hands, and she sips it carefully as they watch the guests’ line up one by one. His fingers tap against the armrest, that rich mahogany, restless to the end. Hawke puts her glass on the table beside them.

She moves closer to him, rests her hand on his thigh as she leans into him. They are hidden away at the back of the room, away from the laughter at the front. “Fenris,” she says. His hand lands softly on hers. His thumb traces over her knuckles, his hand wraps around her wrist. His fingertips lazily drift up and down her arm, before he finally settles on holding her hand lightly. “Fenris.” A softer murmur as she leans into him, her head on his shoulder.

Just business. 

He kisses the crown of her head.

Somethin’ to Talk About (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen pt 8]

Hey, look! It’s daylight and I’m posting a fic! Wow. I don’t know what got into me. Maybe a day off of work had something to do with it. :D So, here’s part 8! I’m trying to plan the next parts but I think there might only be a few more. I have a lot more fics planned and don’t want to drag this one out too much. I still love this reader, though, so it’ll be hard! 

Any who, thank you so much for all of you who keep reading my stuff! I appreciate your likes and comments more than I can say. Ya’ll are the BEST. Muah!! 

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Somethin’ to Talk About (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen pt 8]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Steve, Natasha, other Avengers mentioned.

Summary: Reader and Bucky finally tell the team about their relationship in the least subtle way possible because that’s how she rolls. : ) Steve surprises the couple with news and things get a little angst-y. 

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst. 

Tags at the end.

Song link : Let’s Give ‘Em Somethin’ to Talk About by Bonnie Raitt

Part 7   Part 8   Part 9

Originally posted by bovaria

(I love his Space Nerd visiting NASA look, I had to use this gif.)

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Morning came and with it brought the moment of truth.

“Are you ready for this?” you asked.

Bucky looked down at you, squeezed your hand intertwined with his, and gave a confident smile.

“I’m ready.”

Taking a deep breath, you turned the door knob and walked into the hallway with Bucky beside you.

You walked at a leisurely pace toward the kitchen where you assumed most of the team would be for breakfast. After considering how best to “break the news”, deciding from calling a weirdly formal meeting or telling people individually or, your personal favorite, walking into the room and yelling “HEY GUESS WHAT WE’RE DOING IT.” But in the end, you and Bucky decided on none of them. Or any plan of any sort.

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Please don't make me socialize prompt for outsider!!!!!!! Please give me more of this amazing verse!

A fic based entirely on prompts from this post.

This is the final chapter!  Thank you everyone that sent me prompts, read, liked and commented :)

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They waited until Belle’s shoulder had healed enough to take off the dressings.  She had a puckered scar where the bullet had punched through her skin, but Gold kissed it gently and told her it showed her strength.  Despite that she didn’t want it in any wedding photos that would be taken, but given that it was winter, and their wedding was to be as small and informal as Gold had managed to constrain Dove into arranging, she wasn’t about to be wearing anything strapless.  There was to be only a handful of guests at the ceremony: Dove (who would be giving her away, much to his delight), a large, bearded man called Anton, whom Belle liked very much, Jefferson, Ella and her girlfriends, and Ruby and Granny from the diner, with whom Belle had quickly made friends.  Archie, the local psychiatrist, was ordained, and had readily agreed to perform the ceremony.  Ruby had something of a crush on him, and Belle suspected that she was looking forward to sharing a few drinks with him in the diner afterwards.

The general reaction from Storybrooke to their relationship had been one of surprise and some hostility.  She had received disapproving looks from some of the townsfolk, but the majority of their censure appeared to be directed at Gold, and as he didn’t care in the slightest it didn’t really matter.  It was approaching Christmas, and she supposed that the town had better things to do than worry over the pawnbroker marrying a woman less than half his age.

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Another TF2 Headcanon!

What would the merc’s fusion dance be? 

Scout: Flat out break-dancing, couple head-spins and other cool looking flips and tricks. He sometimes shows off and dances for a bit too long!

Spy: Salsa for sure. His hips move gracefully as he approaches his partner. Seduction master!
  
Medic: Waltz god. He dips, spins and lifts his partner off the ground like they’re weightless!

Sniper: Not a formal kinda dance, he just shuffles around and wiggles awkwardly (me at any party) and normally lets his partner take lead. He still shakes his ass though, always. 

Heavy: The kazotsky kick of course! When he wants to fuse he goes all out with it, dancing as hard and as well as he can!

Pyro: Ballet, kinda like pearl. They surprise their partner when they manage to lift their leg up to the sky and point their toe with such ease.

Engie: The robot…Or at least it looks like the robot. He doesn’t fuse all that often to he’s a bit awkward when it comes to the dancing part.

Demo: Scottish country dancing! (From Scotland so I know that this is hella fun) He bounces happily around, he’s having a great time!

Solly: Oh man he- oh god he just knocked over that tabl- OH HE JUST PUNCHED THEM IN THE FAC- GOD SOMEONE HOLD HIM DOWN.

Feel free to add to this!!

Fight For Me. (Part 2) ::Sami Zayn Mini-Series::

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Pairing: Reader x Sami Zayn

Word Count: 3,544

Warnings: Swearing.

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It had been three weeks since I had uttered those words. I had been miserable ever since. I had stopped sharing a room with Sami and moved into a room by myself. I hated it. The bed was too big and it made me feel lonelier than ever. I tried my hardest to hardly ever be there, staying late into the night with Lana chatting, playing video games with TJ and even resorting to propping up the hotel bar, when I felt like I was just being a burden and intruding into my friend’s personal time.

I did my best to avoid the conflict I felt. I kept to myself at work, intent on doing my job and just that. I avoided Sami the best I could, avoided pretty much everyone except for TJ and Lana, the only two people I would let close to me. I had my facade perfected, my mask impeccable. Or at least so I had thought. It was when Kevin had stopped me in the middle of the hallway and mockingly offered his sympathies that I crumbled. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, the humiliation of crying like a child in front of my co-workers only agitating me further. TJ had been at my side in an instant, my friend muttering something about how Kevin was damn lucky that he wasn’t on 205 Live, before leading me away.

When next week on Raw, Sami passionately demanded a match against Kevin, I had switched off the TV screen and pretended it had never happened. I felt like a wreck. Looked like a wreck. And was pretty much acting like a wreck.

Sami for his part, didn’t seem much better, though he was reacting differently to the situation than me. He became even more consumed by work, people rarely seeing him elsewhere. He was throwing himself into fights with a reckless abandonment that was new even for him. He rarely spoke to anyone, a perpetual dark cloud, his jovial personality temporarily gone. I knew all this, only because I had asked after him. I may have broken up with him, but I still couldn’t just completely let it go.

But I was beginning to get fed up of the sympathetic glances, the meaningless platitudes and the whispered gossip that seemed to be epidemic backstage. It had been me after all, who had broken up with Sami. That had to count for something. Though for what, I didn’t know and it sounded more like another one of those meaningless platitudes that I so despised. Mostly, I was just fed up of wallowing in my own self-pity.

There was no denying that I was still in love with Sami. That I missed him desperately, but I also knew I couldn’t keep on like this. If I wanted to feel better, I had to make the effort. No more crying, no more hiding.

It was how I found myself here in Lana’s room, getting ready for a night out, that I wasn’t sure I was really up for. It was Sasha’s birthday though, it had been organised weeks in advance and I felt like I would be a bad friend if I didn’t attend. Besides, logically I knew I couldn’t hide forever. Since I had arrived at her door, Lana hadn’t stopped beaming with pride at the fact I was no longer hiding away. It made me feel even more guilty about the pressure I had put on my friends, but also even more determined to make an effort, even if it was just for them.

Rusev, bless him, was even trying on my behalf,  complimenting my appearance and escorting both Lana and I down to the bar. It wasn’t too crowded yet, which helped to settle my nerves. Well, that and the cocktail I had ordered. The music wasn’t too over the top and the birthday girl seemed to be enjoying herself.  Sasha had even taken the time to thank me for coming, a slight tinge of worry in her eyes as she spoke to me. I tried not to think about how obvious my behaviour must have been lately and endeavoured to be a better friend.

It was with great relief that I saw TJ arrive, grinning and waving as he approached me. As much as I adored Lana, she had been pulling me into selfies all night and I was tired of the constant posing and smiling for the camera. Not to mention I had been scanning the crowd all night, looking for that familiar head of red hair, much to my chagrin. Tonight was not about Sami Zayn.

I greeted TJ with a hug as we exchanged greetings. From the corner of my eye I could see Lana pull her phone out again and I decided to take the opportunity to escape to the bar. TJ followed me, eager to get something to drink for himself. He frowned slightly as I ordered another drink from the bartender, noting I was already on first name basis with the woman behind the bar.

“How many have you had to drink?” he questioned, some concern evident in his voice. I rolled my eyes at him, a sure sign that the answer was probably already too much, because otherwise I never would have reacted like that to his simple question.

“Only a few”, was instead the answer I gave to him. My friend seemed unconvinced by my words, chewing his lip thoughtfully, as he took in my appearance. My cheeks were flushed, my foot tapping with nervous energy and the smile on my face was in deep contrast to the expression I had been sporting for the last three weeks.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. I’m actually having some fun for the first time in weeks” I told him. There was a moment of a silence before he accepted my words, settling back into a relaxed position as he chuckled.

“Glad to hear it. I don’t like seeing you sad” TJ said as he turned to face me, still leaning against the bar. There was a strange quality to his voice, as if there seemed to be more to his words than what he was saying. Wanting to distract myself from the strange moment, I took a big sip of my drink, forgetting it was alcoholic for a moment and therefore probably shouldn’t be gulped. I ignored the following, burning after-taste, my eyes following Lana as she dragged a somewhat reluctant Rusev to the dance floor. I could hear TJ sniggering beside me and I turned around to scold him.

“He’s in love” I defended, before my friend could say anything. TJ held his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender, while he did a pretty poor job of containing his laughter.

“Like you wouldn’t do same for the one you cared about” I added a moment later, as his laughter split over.

“Well, of course I would. I am the King of Dab” TJ finally replied, after he had regained some self-control. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the self appointed nickname and his childish antics, though it was becoming hard for me to restrain my own giggles. I had a feeling that had been his intention all along.

“Come on then, King of Dab. Go and show me some moves. Preferably something other than dabbing”. I gestured for him to disappear to the dance floor, but he surprised me when he merely stood and held out his hand to me.

“You’re coming too” he said. I admittedly hesitated for a moment. This wasn’t Sami in front of me. But Sami wasn’t here. He was gone as usual, no doubt still on his crusade against Braun. I stamped down on my bitterness firmly. It had no place here. I was at a party and I was here for a good time.

“Alright then”. I bit back a grin at the surprise on TJ’s face as I agreed to his wishes. Shaking off his momentary shock, he was back in full spirits, as he walked backwards to the dance floor, watching me follow him.

A new song had just started up as we found a free space for us to dance. I slipped into the beat easily, the music washing over me as I moved. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I had just let go and danced like this. TJ admittedly, had the better moves over me, but I wasn’t too shabby and at the very least could keep a beat. There was enough room for an extra person between us as we danced, TJ being mindful of my personal space. The only contact our bodies made was through our hands, mine linked loosely with his.

TJ laughed as he saw me begin to enjoy myself and I couldn’t help but join in with his laughter, finding the sound intoxicating. It was good to be there on the dancefloor. It was good to finally let go, forget my worries and these complicated things called emotions. I could feel myself rebelling inside, as I realised that I was miserable about always being miserable. Tonight was my chance to escape my self imposed prison sentence.

Deciding to swing myself under TJ’s arm, I ended up nearly colliding with his chest in my haste. Luckily, my co-ordinated wrestler friend was quick enough to steady me, his hand landing on my hip and slowing me.

“Easy, Y/N. Lana will have my head, if I end up having to escort you back to the hotel with a dodgy ankle” TJ muttered warningly, but his attempt to keep the grin off his face was pretty poor.

“I’m fine,” I said, choosing to conveniently ignore that my behaviour over the past couple of weeks, had not exactly been indicative of fine. “Now dance with me”.

“Y/N, I already am dancing with you” TJ pointed out, looking even more confused as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

“Want to dance properly” I mumbled, already too busy moving again, my body occasionally brushing against his as I continued to dance. Logical thought or even plain common sense, were not my chosen bed mates for tonight. I was acting more on instinct and impulsivity than anything else, the fact that I was a little bit tipsy only hindering matters. Not that I cared. Or I was determined not to care. Either seemed to be a possible option at the moment.

I could hear TJ muttering something under his breath, but his hands soon found my hips and he began to sway with me. There was still a little distance between us though, preventing the dance from being too intimate. My eyes fluttered closed as I lost myself to the music and the moment, not wanting to feel anything right now. No more worries. No more cares. No more Sami.

I barely even realised that I had stepped forward, until I felt my body press up against TJ’s.  For some reason though, I couldn’t bring myself to pull back and on instinct my arms tightened around his neck. TJ tensed slightly under my new grip, but soon relaxed. His body heat was soothing and I couldn’t help but press slightly closer to him, wanting to feel more. I could feel the planes of his muscles, his body firm and tall. He felt like comfort. Just not the right kind of comfort.

“Are you, okay?” he finally questioned, his voice filled with concern. “It’s just you’re behaving a bit strange. I know you’ve been going through a rough time lately, but this isn’t like you”. I turned my face from him slightly, so that I didn’t have to face his gaze. I could already imagine the worry and concern in his eyes and I didn’t want to face up to that either.

“Just want to forget for the moment” I told him, that as honest as I was willing to be, with how I was feeling at the moment. TJ fell silent for a couple of moments, though I could tell by the tension in his body that he still wasn’t happy. I couldn’t help but think of Sami, as hard as I tried not to. It should be Sami here right now. It should have been Sami dancing with me.

“Y/N, are you sure that-. And okay…..” he said, his tone slightly bewildered as I suddenly snuggled into him, my face buried in the crook of his neck. It was a gesture more for comfort than anything else, as I had a sudden urge to cry, wondering what the hell exactly I was doing. I could hear TJ sigh to himself as he stroked my hair.

“Perhaps it’s time to get you back-“

The crashing sound of a chair falling over, prompted me to pull away, my attention diverted to where the noise had come from. I immediately tensed at the view in front of me, my heart picking up pace, as I saw the man I had been pining for. I hadn’t even realised that Sami had arrived and it was only now, that I realised what my behaviour must have looked like to him. After all, Sami couldn’t feel what I was feeling, couldn’t hear what TJ and I were saying.

Finn was currently struggling valiantly with him, trying to get him out of the building, before any more of a disturbance could happen. I couldn’t see Sami’s face, the Irishman shielding me from the red head’s view as he attempted to escort him from the building. Finn’s eyes met mine and he threw me a small, sad smile, as Sami eventually let his friend pull him away. Meanwhile, I was seemingly frozen in a moment of inaction as I attempted to process what was happening. By the time I had started to move from my spot, the two men were gone from the room.

Everyone who had been watching, turned to look at me instead, but I ignored their faces, too busy beginning to panic and overwhelmed with the consequences of my actions this evening.  I couldn’t help but feel as though I had betrayed Sami, even though logically I knew that we were broken up and that the dance with TJ hadn’t meant anything.

“TJ.. I’m so sorry” I apologised in a rush, already pulling away from my friend and planning to follow after Sami.

“Y/N-“ he began to say, obviously unsure if following after my ex in my current emotional and slightly drunken state was such a good idea. I was no longer listening though and was practically half way across the room before TJ could voice his concerns. I was too concerned with fixing what I had broken. To tell Sami that he was wrong, that there was nothing between me and TJ. To tell him that I still cared. I careened to a stop at this new thought. Was I just going to make things worse? I was the one who had ended things with him.

My feet continued forward though, seemingly of their own volition and I was surprised when I nearly collided into the back of Finn as I tumbled through the exit door, the pair having not moved much further from the building.

“Easy now” Finn murmured as he steadied me, my eyes already locked with Sami’s. He looked so dejected, his shoulders slumped, hands curled into familiar fists as he fought with his emotions. There were obvious tears in his eyes and he just looked so lost, like the rug had just been pulled out from underneath him. You did that, I thought to myself.

“It wasn’t what you think” I began. I could feel Finn’s hands let go of my arms, as he began to back away slightly, obviously not wanting to be a part of this, but simultaneously ready to intervene if things went sideways.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me” Sami said, his voice surprisingly small and I just wanted to cry. This wasn’t Sami. This was just a shell of the person I knew. Not for the first time, I felt another wave of doubts at my decision to end things. I had to remind myself that a relationship was a two way street. If Sami hadn’t been interested in fixing our relationship, then I couldn’t have done it all by myself.

“But I do! Because I don’t want you thinking that…” I paused, my words trailing off. If I said what I wanted to say, I would be exposing myself and making myself vulnerable once more. Was it worth the risk?

“I don’t want you thinking that there’s something between me and TJ, because there isn’t. I would never do that. I would never betray you like that” I explained, desperately wanting him to understand. My emotions were in turmoil again, I barely knew how to talk to him about it all. I just knew that I despite my attempts otherwise, I still cared about him. Still loved him.

“But we broke up, Y/N. You wouldn’t be betraying anybody” he replied. He sounded tired, like he had been broken down repeatedly and he wasn’t sure that he could be bothered to get back up.

“I… I…. I know, but you’re it…”. You’re it for me, I finished in my head. Sami seemed to tense slightly at my words and when his eyes met mine again, I could see a highly guarded sliver of hope in his eyes. He shook his head, biting his lower lip and now I could see him blinking back tears.

I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, feeling myself trembling slightly. Whether that was from the alcohol, the temperature or how emotional I was feeling, I couldn’t decide. Perhaps it was all three. Sami immediately noticed the action and he moved to approach me, wringing his hands together as if he wanted to reach out and touch me.

“Y/N, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying” Sami protested and something defiant flared within me.

“I’m not that drunk. I know exactly what I’m saying. I still care about you. Even if you didn’t want to fight for us. Care about us” I retorted, my words getting ahead of my brain, everything spilling from my mouth, before I could catch up to what I was actually saying.

“I still care about you. If I didn’t, do you really think I would have made such an idiot of myself, the moment I saw you and TJ all wrapped up in each other? I care a hell of a lot more than you think. I’m only sorry that I fucked up so much, that you can’t see that”. He paused once more, this time rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tic as he thought over what we were both saying.

“But now isn’t the time for this discussion. You might say you’re not drunk, but I can clearly see you swaying on the spot” he added. I hadn’t even realised that I had been rocking on the spot, until that moment and I stared down at my feet, almost dumbfounded and as if the ground had the answers to my current inebriated state.

“Sami…” I began, recognising that perhaps I wasn’t in the best state to be having this conversation, but also not wanting to give up quite yet.

“Finn, do me a favour and make sure that Y/N gets back to her hotel safe? It’s far too late and she’s far too vulnerable for her to be out on her own” Sami asked, turning to his friend as he spoke and I couldn’t help but childishly pout, annoyed that they were talking over my head.

“Sami…” I tried once again, his name coming out as more of a plea than anything else.

“I’ll talk to you later. I promise. Just not tonight, Y/N. I need some time and space to think and you need to sober up. See what it is, you’re really feeling in the morning”. There was a nervous quality to his voice, as if the hope I had given him tonight, would be destroyed by tomorrow. Sami took a step forward, seeming to surprise himself when he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. I couldn’t help but whimper and Sami sighed deeply as he stepped away.

Finn was quiet as he stepped back to my side, but his body language clearly indicated that he was unsure about leaving Sami on his own.

“I’ll be fine. I can make my own way back on my own. There will be no more scuffles for tonight” Sami promised as he noted Finn’s stance. “Just make sure she gets back safe’.

“There had better not be” Finn muttered darkly. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure Y/N gets back safe and sound” he added, throwing a smile my way.

With that, Sami stood there watching us, as Finn led me away. I don’t know how long he stayed there for, but I did know that he was still stood in the same spot, by the time Finn and I rounded the corner and disappeared from his sight.

Hayes Grier - Dirty q&a (part 2)

Request:  can you do a continued of the Hayes dirty q and a where Hayes wants to act on the dirty thought then they kinda become fuck buddies then they develop feelings and admit them in another dirty q and a and Hayes asks you out? I understand if ur busy, but I love ur writing so it would be awesome!!!

Part 1

MASTERLIST

“This party sucked,” I sighed as we finally got home. I threw myself to the couch not even bothering to take my jacket off.

“Yes, I don’t even know why we stayed for an entire hour,” Hayes said agreeing. He lifted my legs, sat down and then took them into his lap.

“Did you see that weird girl dancing in the backyard?” I asked laughing at the memory of the girl. It was one of the most bizarre things I had even seen. That girl had moves.

“Oh my God, yes, she was a disaster!” he chuckled shaking his head. “I should have record it, I could make her Vine famous!”

“Oh, poor girl. You know I miss those time I could enjoy myself like her. She didn’t even give a fuck about what was happening, she just wanted to have fun and she did!”

“You know what I miss?” he asked sighing.

“What?”

“Having sex.”

“Don’t even start, I feel so bad since I broke up with Steve,” I groaned standing up. I peeled the jacket off me while he lay down to the couch.

“Don’t tell me that he was so good that you miss being with him,” he laughed and I could feel his gaze on me as I took off my boots.

“He knew one or two things,” I shrugged. “But if we are talking about exes, I’m not so sure also that your ex was such a good sex partner,” I said raising my eyebrows at him. He sat up and had a huge grin on his face.

“She had a great body, I can’t complain.”

“Ah, asshole, the only thing you care about is the body.”

“It’s just an important thing,” he defended himself. I just sighed and walked to the TV in order to find something to watch. I was running through the channels when he spoke up and said a surprising thing. “We should have sex.”

I froze and then turned around to see if he really meant it. He looked at me with a serious face.

“What?” I asked laughing putting my hands to my hips.

“You heard me,” he simply said.

“What are you talking about, Hayes? Are you horny?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the thing. We can agree that we find each other attractive, we just admitted it in a YouTube video, and now we just admitted that we both want to have sex. Why don’t we have sex with each other?”

I stared at him for a long moment taking it in. My best friend just offered me to have sex with him just because we missed having sex. I felt like it was the biggest joke of my life, but I had to admit that he was hot and I imagined some dirty things with him.

He stood up and walked up to me looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Just sex, nothing else. What do you say?” My head screamed no, because it was a stupid idea, but my lower area won and I accepted the offer.

Instead of just answering him I crushed my lips to his and kissed him hard. It was different from what I imagined, but it definitely turned me on. And him. Yes, I could feel how turned on he was.

We quickly got rid of our clothes and made the beast out of our little agreement. Luckily it was just the two of us in the house so we could do whatever we wanted to. And we totally took advantage of it. First on the couch, then on the floor and we kind of had a third round in my room not even bothering to keep quiet. Hayes surely knew how to make a girl happy, and I think I also did a good job.

I thought it would be super awkward in the morning, but it wasn’t. That night made a change that turned our friendship into a friendship with benefits. And we had those benefits very often.

He would come over randomly and we would have amazing sex, then continue everything like we used to. It was just the best.

We went on like this for weeks without anyone noticing it, and it became our routine. But I started to feel like I needed… more. We didn’t talk about others, but I thought Hayes was seeing other girls and I started to think about it when we were together. I wanted to tell him but I knew it would ruin everything, so I kept it for myself. Until the day we decided on doing another dirty Q&A video.

“Hey guys, we are here again with an amazing dirty Q&A video and we are going to answer your questions you sent us,” Hayes said smiling to the camera.

“Okay, so the first one,” I started and looked down to my phone. “Who is the one who takes the longest to take a dump?”

“It’s me,” Hayes admitted raising his hand.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t admit it either way because I’m a girl,” I sighed. “Hey there is a good one. How often do you shave, Hayes?” I asked turning to him smiling. I knew he didn’t need to shave that often, and I was curious if he would admit it.

“Um, I surely don’t shave as much as you.”

“You asshole!” I shouted but I couldn’t help and laugh.

“Oh, you love me,” he grinned at me and suddenly kissed. Even though it wasn’t live and we could cut it off I was surprised by it, but I didn’t say anything. We just turned back to the camera and continued the video.

“Okay, my turn now. Here is one,” he said taking a deep breath. “Is that true that Hayes fell for you after starting to be friends with benefits?”

I blinked at him taking the words in. It definitely wasn’t a question, but at first I didn’t even know what it was, but then he spoke up.

“Listen, I know that it’s going to sound stupid, but I thing I might want more than just… sex. I don’t want you to see other boys, I want you to be only with me. But I get it if you don’t feel the same.”

I simply switched off the camera and then turned towards him. He looked so sad and hopeless, my heart was just melting that he felt the same way like me.

“Will you please say something?” he pleaded. But instead of saying anything I choose the nonverbal communication again. I sat onto his lap and kissed him. But it wasn’t like the first time we kissed, because it had emotions in it. It was gentle and sweet and lovely. I run my fingers through his hair pulling at the end as his hands slipped under my shirt to my back.

“Does this mean we are, like… together?” he asked breathless when we pulled away.

I bit into my lower lip and nodded.

“Yes.”

“Then I would like you take you out for a proper date,” he smiled at me relieved.

“I’m in. But first, make love to me,” I whispered into his lips.

“I never did anything else. Because that’s what you deserve. Just love.”

New Year, New Surprises

Summary: You meet a charming stranger named Steve at a New Year’s party and try to make it until midnight.

Request: So, it’s not that I don’t love all the Christmas stuff going around, but are you planning on writing something New Years. Like two people get REALLY DRUNK and end up together then wake up the next morning like “um…. well… happy new years?”

Warnings: swearing, allusion to smut (no actual smut, just lots of sexual tension and kissing)

Word Count: 2696

Author’s Note: Ok! I wanted to mix it up so I made a Steve x reader story! Eeeeep! It’s my first one really, so feedback very much appreciated.

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty


As far as you’re concerned this year can kiss your ass, personally, professionally, globally. Truly. Which is why you had RSVPed yes to this New Year’s party weeks ago fully intending to spend the last minutes of 2016 in complete and utter alcohol-induced oblivion.

You’re well on your way to executing that plan, lifting your third Manhattan to your lips and taking a careful sip. Leaning on your elbows on the bar, shoulders hunched, you’ve dryly dismissed every overly cheery advance, every ostentatious proposition and slick offer of another drink.

You’re quite pleasantly buzzed when you roll your head, attempting to iron out the stress that’s settled in your neck and shoulders. Your thoughts are interrupted by a clear, deep voice. “Wow. That ready for next year, huh?”

A bitter laugh ripples through your throat, “You have no idea.”

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May I Have This Dance?

Barry Allen asking Iris West to dance, through the years


“He’s a jerk,” Barry stated flicking a ball of wadded paper into Iris’ recycling bin.

“You don’t even know the guy, Barry,” Iris remarked throwing a pillow at Barry who was spinning in her desk chair.

“He looks like a jerk!” Barry exclaimed exasperatedly. “Do you see the way he gawks at other girls? It’s scandalous.”

“Yeah, real scandalous,” Iris rolled her eyes at her best friend. “He looks at girls like any other boy at our school including you, Bar. He’s just my dance date.”

“You couldn’t have gone with someone who isn’t him?”

Iris glanced at down at her notebook and bit her lip, “I didn’t exactly have a line of guys waiting to take me, Bar.”

“That’s not true,” Barry plopped down next to her on her bed and tenderly pushed away a strand of hair away from her face. “You had a lot of guys going after you. Do you know how many I had to scare away?”

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