my eyes are a little bigger though


Jungkook x reader

theme:Jungkook and you always had tension between and one time he comes out of the shower and you are in the room…so things get a little steamy

requested by: taetaesbooty

genre: smut

word count: 5.5K

“I’m so excited!“Jimin said suddenly.

Everyone else agreed but you.
“I would be equally excited if I wasn’t fucking suffocating between these two.“you grunted trying to make yourself more room.

“Y/N no swearing!“Hoseok scolded you at what you just rolled your eyes.

Currently you were sitting in a car, struggling between Hoseok and Taehyung, while Yoongi was driving, Jimin sitting in the seat next to him.

“I just don’t understand why I couldn’t go in the other car? There would be room for everyone!“you said, still fighting elbows with Taehyung.

“Because I want my sister to be with me in the car!“Hoseok exclaimed.

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Black Coffee And Bad Pickup Lines

Moaui//Hooked Wayfinder Coffee Shop Modern AU

“Black coffee, two sugars for Curly-,” The redhead cut herself off swiftly and turned her sharp gaze onto the man behind the till, hissing venomously under her breath, “Maui, I am NOT reading this out, you creep,”

Whilst on a much-needed break from her bad day at work, Moana seeks out some much-needed caffeine. However, she might’ve found more than she first set out to in the confident, flirtatious barista…

Chapter 1: Are You A Piece Of Art?

Moana Waialiki was not having a good day. Her boss was being even more of a dick than normal, her customers were exceptionally meaner today, and a throbbing pain had started to form between her eyebrows. Currently, she was attempting to explain the 40-day, no-stain return policy to a very loud, very angry woman who claimed that she had NEVER EVEN WORN THE GODDAMN SHIRT. The ‘goddamn shirt’ in question had (what she sincerely hoped was) a huge coffee stain down the front, spanning from the collar to just below the bust, and had very obviously been worn more than once.

“I’m sorry, m’am, there’s not really much I can do about-,”


“Of course,” Moana sighed half-heartedly as her boss fluttered around the customer delicately, leading her off to the side and away from the scene she had created, but not before shooting Moana a sharp glare. Who knew working in retail would be so hard? Moana groaned, her head falling gracelessly into her arms on the counter in front of her. A hand touched her shoulder carefully, and she looked up to meet a tan brunette with kind green eyes.

“You look like you need an early lunch break, Mo,” Fi smiled down at her gently. Moana opened her mouth to protest, but the tall woman beat her to it, “Go,” she laughed, “I’ll cover you. You could do with some caffeine,”
Moana smiled gratefully as she stood, significantly smaller than the willowy woman by at least a foot, “Thanks, Fi. You’re the best,”

She slipped out of the store quickly, grabbing her bag and coat before walking out onto the busy high street in front of her.

How Moana found herself in the cafe on the corner was beyond her. She supposed Fi’s remark on caffeine had unknowingly drawn her to the small coffee shop. Well, small was sort of an understatement. Lalotai was one of those buildings that looked small on the outside, but opened up into a much larger room. The lights were low, casting a slight shadow over the room and illuminating the deep purple walls ominously. There was music playing; she could pick out the undertones of a glam rock-y bass line, but the crowd was too loud for her to tell what it actually was. Speaking of Lalotai’s customers, every table in the joint was taken and the line stretching from the till to the doors was longer than she had expected for an independent business. Moana busied herself with her phone as she waited.

The mass was almost suffocating, if not slightly rowdy, but she quickly lost herself in the world of the internet. So lost that she barely even noticed when she got to the front of the line.

“What can I getcha, kid?” a smooth voice brought her back to the land of the living.

Moana let out a slightly aggressive “Excuse me?!” (She was just short, okay?!), but the words died slightly in the back of her throat as she snapped her eyes away from her phone. Stood, looking slightly out of place but completely at ease, behind the counter was a tall, chiselled God of a man. He had sun kissed skin and dark eyes, one thick eyebrow raised in obvious amusement. A smirk spread across his face slowly, and no, she was not intimidated. His huge hands rested on the counter separating them, black mandatory shirt sleeves rolled up to expose a sea of tattoos scaling his bare arms.

“What can I get you, you know, to drink? That is what you came here for, right?” He chuckled, and she felt heat rise to her face as her scowl deepened.

“I didn’t- that’s not what I- why would I-,” Moana cut herself off and ground out a, “Black coffee, two sugars,”

“You got it, kiddo- can I get your name?” The barista winked, smirk growing in size. She spluttered slightly, halfway through sliding her money onto the counter, mouth hanging open ready to protest- “Calm it, Curly, it’s for the cup,” He laughed again, and Moana blinked, fully aware that her face probably resembled that of a tomato. She subconsciously pushed her hair out of her face.

“Oh, uh, Moana,”





“Moa- for gods- forget it,” The man scribbled something onto the side of her cup and passed it to the tall woman behind him, who got to work making her drink. She huffed indignantly and stepped to the side so that he could serve the next in line, painfully conscious to his eyes trained on her as she stood fidgeting.

It felt like an eternity had passed of awkward standing around before the tall woman finally turned around, with Moana’s drink in tow. Moana was slightly taken aback; despite her short red pixie cut, pasty skin (a sharp contrast to the dark, shadowy light) and fiery amber eyes, she bore a strong resemblance to Fi. She shook off the thought, however, when Fi’s doppelganger’s permanent scowl grew as she rolled her yellow eyes and dryly called out,

“Black coffee, two sugars for Curly-,” The redhead cut herself off swiftly and turned her sharp gaze onto the man behind the till, hissing venomously under her breath, “Maui, I am NOT reading this out, you creep,”

The barista- Maui (and he thought SHE had a weird name)- smirked, replying without looking up from the register “I’m not creepy, Kate, I’m suave,”

Kate practically growled in response, pushing the cup onto the counter. Moana snatched it up quickly, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks glowing red as she read the message he had scrawled onto her cup;

Curly – Are you a piece of art because I’d like to nail you up against a wall

Moana stood completely still for a whole of five seconds before whirling round, hitting herself in the face with her hair and storming through the crowd as fast as she possibly could, all the while feeling Maui’s burning gaze scorching a hole into the back of her head.

He watched her with a grin as she slammed the door and practically ran down the high street. Kate shot him a pointed look as they swapped positions, her at the register and him working the machines, and he let out a loud laugh.

“One day, you’re gonna get yourself fired,” She shook her head at him. How was he supposed to help himself, though? The girl was stunning, all big brown eyes and thick black lashes, with full lips that made him want to pull her over the counter and kiss her senseless, not to mention that she was a little spitfire with the voice of a freaking goddess- he couldn’t just let this complete stranger walk away and forget him!

“She’ll be back,” Maui hummed under his breath. Kate rolled her eyes again in reply.

A/N:  So this silly little fic is the product of the writer’s block I’ve been having on my bigger Moana fic which I hope to be posting soon. I’d like to continue this fic if I get enough positive reactions and reviews, though, since it was fun to write and so far I haven’t come across any Modern Moaui fics!! Leave a like if you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!!

My love, though too far
For my liking physically,
Is still always there for me
Emotionally and spiritually–
Ready with a silly remark
Or sweet, tender words–
Every day, I fall even farther.

There’s another, smaller love
In my life who is growing
Bigger and brighter right
Before my adoring, watchful
Eyes–an angel in a
Baby-faced disguise.

When my mom reveals
How deep her love runs;
When my sister and I
Reminisce and remember
Inside jokes;
When my friends lend
Their unending support
And just let me vent;
When someone recalls
Little details about me,
Showing me I’m on their mind
And in their heart;
Seeing people spread love
To one another, witnessing
An outreach and outpouring
Of compassion and kindness,
Proving humanity isn’t doomed
And not everyone is for themselves…


(Sure, there are things
That bring a smile to my face,
But it only stays awhile)
Though people can hurt me,
Ultimately it’s someones,
Not somethings, that give
Me lasting smiles

[Inkstay June prompt #5]


Summary: It’s late and Dan can’t stop thinking, but Phil doesn’t mind.

TW: none

Word count: 628 lol it’s super short soz

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This is my first little writing thingy idk what to call it lol but I hope you enjoy :)

It had been one of those nights for Dan, where everything seemed to be much bigger than it was and the sky threatened to swallow him up. His thoughts felt like static at this point and he needed to clear it out. He pressed his eyes closed as hard as he could and all he could see was more static; though this static was turning into colourful dancing grains across the inside of his eyelids, which made it more bearable at least. He slowly opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust back to the darkness. He didn’t like it. Being surrounded by darkness made Dan feel insignificant, and perpetuated his cycle of existential thoughts. It was dark and Dan needed colour. He slowly melted off his bed and onto his feet. It was late, but Phil wouldn’t mind. Phil was more than used to having his sleep interrupted by Dan’s nightly thoughts, but it never seemed to bother him, which Dan didn’t understand but was eternally grateful for. The low hum that rang in Dan’s ears was interrupted every couple of seconds by the sounds of the carpet squishing underneath is feet as he took steps towards Phil’s room, thankfully, there weren’t many. People joke about how inseparable they are, yet Dan doesn’t know if he would ever be able to get any sleep without knowing Phil was only a few feet away from him at most. Phil was asleep, so Dan walked into his room and cautiously sat on the end of his bed. The dip in the bed from Dan’s weight made Phil stir, ending up with him accidentally kicking Dan.

“Did I just kick you?” Phil said, still half asleep. Dan just laughed through his nose and mumbled,

“It’s fine, sorry I woke you”. Phil sat up to face Dan, trying to find his eyes in the dark.

“What’s up?” Dan sighed,

“Oh just,” He motioned his hands around his head,

“The usual”. Phil understood. He reached out his hand to touch Dan’s cheek and it was met with wetness from a stream of tears. Phil rubbed his thumb along Dan’s cheekbone to dry Dan’s face. Phil then moved his hand to the back of Dan’s neck and pulled him into his chest, which encouraged Dan to snake his arms around Phil’s torso. Dan let out a deep breath and let himself settle into the hug. Neither of them liked to be the one to let go of a hug first, so they didn’t.  Phil soon became more tired, and he lay back down in his bed with Dan’s arms still wrapped around him. Minutes passed and Dan finally began to feel his mind reduce the static to a dull white noise, and he felt sleepy. Though constantly tired, Dan rarely felt like he could ease his mind enough to sleep peacefully on his own. Sleepy was a nice feeling, and Dan didn’t want to let it go.

“Is it alright if I stay here tonight?” Dan whispered into Phil’s shoulder. Dan assumed Phil had fallen back to sleep already, but Phil moved his head closer to Dan’s. He could feel Phil’s hair on his face as Phil leant toward him to press a sleepy kiss to his temple. Thankfully it was dark because a blush crept across Dan’s face and he felt a new warmth in his chest. A small smile tugged at Dan’s lips as he finally closed his eyes. As Dan lay there with Phil, he no longer felt consumed by darkness behind his eyelids. He was relaxed and he didn’t need to see any colours to distract him, because the colour that made him feel safe was now inches away from him, warm in his arms.

Slight deviation from the prompt. Right after I selected one, norah_beans on twitter basically threw down the gauntlet challenging me to write Olicity in Bed Bath and Beyond (after Marc’s comments earlier today). I’m bad at turning down challenges. So…. this happened. As with all flashfics, this is not betaed, edited or even reread. Completed in about two hours. 

April 2020

“I don’t understand why we’re here.” Felicity blinks a few times as the automatic doors slide open and the bright sunshine gives way to the dull fluorescent lighting she generally associates with malls and grocery stores. She grabs a cart and swings Ellie off of her hip with practiced eased, sliding the not-quite-two-year-old into the built in seat, facing her before turning to Jules.

“Momma, I think I’m too big for the cart,” Jules announces. She’s five and dead-set on independence wherever she can grasp it. “It’s for babies.”

It would be sort of a tight squeeze with both of the girls up there and Ellie’s been teething lately, biting on anything and everything in arm’s reach in an attempt to cut her two-year molars. It would be best if one of those things within reach weren’t her sister.

“Okay, Jules, but stand on the end of the cart and hold on, okay?” Felicity asks, looking back toward her husband who’s been quickly distracted by some kitchen tools with functions she knows nothing about. “Honey?”

“Yeah,” he says, putting down the doodad and heading back to her side.

“This is going to be like Home Depot but worse, isn’t it?” she questions. He looks a little sheepish.

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Ride of My Life

I didn’t have much choice in accepting the ride; I’d been walking for hours and this was the first person to even slow down. A young british guy like me hitchhiking around the southern states of America had seemed like a wild adventure at the time but I had to admit it had been a lot tougher than I thought. So when the scuffed up window rolled down and I saw the young but built redneck looking back at me I didn’t have much choice. Not that I had a problem with hicks per say, but my university education and hipster hair and clothes screamed that I came from a different world and I was worried we’d have nothing in common and be forced to make awkward conversation. Plus I was worried he’d realise I was gay and though I didn’t want to generalise I thought it was best to keep it on the downlow while I was travelling in these parts.

Still though a few minutes later we were making basic chit chat in the front of his beat-up pick up truck, just the usual stuff, where I was from, where I was going. He seemed friendly enough as he spoke through his thick southern drawl, but it was obvious we were the type of people whose paths would never normally cross. He didn’t seem very educated or wordly, I doubt he even had a passport. In fact he told me he literally lived in a trailer not far from where I was headed (talk about your stereotypes) but at least he didn’t seem dangerous. Definitely a bit of a backcountry slob though. The place didn’t smell great for a start, the air was stale and every breath clung with the scent of old sweat and smoke, maybe weed too I thought. And no sooner had I thought it, he produced a prerolled joint from behind his ear (gross) and proceeded to light it as he drove, it hanging out of his mouth. A few puffs and he offered it to me, it was his “home grown special stuff” he said and I was grateful for a chance to maybe bond over something, plus I hadn’t had a smoke for a few weeks anyway. So I toked it down, the thick smoke making me splutter embarrasingly at first, he laughed at my attempt and I felt myself growing red at the thought of emasculating myself in front of this “man’s man”. Still it was strong shit and after a few more tokes a heavy stupor lay across my thoughts, taking the edge off. The conversation dropped as I fell into a quiet daze. We finished the joint between us as I stared at the long highway stretching into the distance in front of us, only looking away when a movement of his hand distracted me. He was itching himself, right in his crotch. Big, clumsy fingers loudly scratched across the mesh of his flimsy red shorts. No class, part of me thought, but for some reason I couldn’t look away as a huge lump began to form under his course fingers. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t my type at all, I liked well-dressed smart guys to be honest, the sort of people I could talk about books and theatre with whereas this guy was clearly a brute; his broad features, slightly bust up nose, gym clothes in the middle of the day. Nice but dim probably. He even had one of his front teeth missing giving him a gap toothed smile whenever he leered towards me, just like he was doing now. The lump in his shorts got bigger. Was he getting a hard on? I bet he had a giant cock though, I thought licking my lips, a thick, meaty one. In my stoned state I didn’t even realise I was staring at that growing monster in his shorts but unfortunetly for me he noticed where my eyes were fixated. Still pawing at his rapidly inflating tool he asked me if I was “a little faggot” and again humiliated I turned away blaming my heavily stoned state. Here he was this alpha male, macho fucker and I had come across like some desperate little fag. He wouldn’t let it go either though, continuing to call me a faggot, a pussyboi, a bitch, a cockslut. He didn’t sound angry just kind mocking, a little contemptuous but mainly teasing. I started to try to protest but he silenced me with the force of his voice, the words slowly staining my mind. What must he see me as? Just some slut who couldn’t say no to trying to get dick in him, sucking off strangers for rides… I felt my own cock getting weirdly hard at that embarrasing thought though, him seeing me like that, degrading me. He said it was okay, he understood and that his cock was such a monster most girls couldn’t handle it but really slutty boys couldn’t say no to it. They would seek him out and beg him to fuck their empty, hungry holes with that beast. He told me to see myself and I didn’t want to, I was so stoned and the strangely erotic situation was scaring me slightly but I was also so curious to see just what was down there, what a real, masculine, american cock looked like. So I looked.

Even through the shorts I could see that it must have been at full mast now, and what a monster it truly was. A thick pole the width of my wrist and at least 9 inches. No wonder the girls were afraid of it, he could split me in half. And yeah, I knew some guys had a real thing for getting big cocks inti them, filling them up to the limit; I bet they would have had a field day with this. I was more of a top with my previous boyfriends anyway but none of them were anything like this guy, they didn’t have that unapologetic sleaziness, stroking his cock in front of me. It was a bold move, asserting his dominance. Part of me wondered if I could take it, was I as good at sex as those slutbois who threw themselves at real butch men like this. While I stared he just grinned at me, chuckling deeply, “I knew you liked it you little faggot. Want a closer look?” A heavy hand landed against the back of my shaggy hair and pushed my face into his crotch, he was so strong I couldn’t have fought back even if I wasn’t as stoned as I was right now. My nose crushed against the monstrous dick through the thin material of the shorts  and I couldn’t just feel it’s musky heat but I could also actually feel the veins throbbing against my face, sending my own heartrate racing. His hands stroked my head but kept me there as I breathed more and more of that masculine scent. Old cum, sweat, dried up piss. It was all so removed from my normal world it almost felt exotic; and that became erotic. I’d never been that promiscious; I didn’t use Grindr or have sex with people I met online. I was respectable, decent, responsible. I had always been sensible but right now a voice in the back of my mind was telling me to just do it, let myself go, try something new, try being a slut. And that’s why I’d come on this trip anyway right? That’s why we all go travelling? To try new things. To discover who I really was outside the confines of my own life back home. And maybe I was just a little faggot slut after all.  Smiling against his cock at the freedom of the idea, I started to think of porn I had seen, of the slutty twinky guys and filthy depraved sex pigs and started to try and emulate what I had seen.

I began moaning in pleasure then quickly jerking my head back and forth, rubbing as much as I could of my face into his crotch, coating myself in his macho scent and making grunting noises. It was so slutty and dirty I could feel a wetpatch start to form in my own boxers. He roughly jerked my face a few inches back from his dick and with the other hand he tightly grabbed at the shorts until they gave way, ripping a large hole that sent the huge cock springing up a slapping me into the face, smearing sticky precum on my cheek. The way he did it, he didn’t even care about ripping his shorts, he didn’t give a fuck about anything other than his own cock and pleasuring it. I admired it and part of me couldn’t help imagining those broad hands ripping a hole in the back of my own underwear…
I got a quick look at the veiny, delicious but slightly crooked cock before he shoved my face back against it so I could slurp all over it. He wasn’t cut and I quickly began to suckle on the loose forskin, slimy with precum. Sure I had tasted cum before but never like this, even that had a strong flavour that I couldn’t place. Wanting more, wanting to really let myself be the slut I have never dared to be before, I impaled my mouth around that fat juicy alpha-cock, my lips being stretched to their limit trying to fit it all in my mouth. He whispered words of encouragment telling me how hot my fag mouth was, how good I was at sucking a man’s cock, it made me feel dirty and proud at the same time and I increased my efforts until my mouth started to turn red with the strain of it’s stretching. He jerked my head back to face his; he had another joint in hand and we took turns passing the hazy smoke between our mouths, feeling the scratch of his raspy unshaved jaw against mine. He wasn’t a good kisser by my old standards; he just agressively mashed our mouths against each other and stuck his tongue to the back of my throat but again the man’s lack of skill and delicacy put into perspective how much I was debasing myself to him. It felt amazing, but then we did something else even dirtier. He lifted up his arm, exposing the unkempt, damp patch of hair under his arm then told me to “taste a real man”. This was another first for me, I would never normally do that stuff it’s way too gross but here I was now; hip, british yuppie sticking my face into some sleazy dumb rednecks pits and drinking up the sweat for all I was worth. The smell of musk, of that masculine mix of sweat and cheap deodrant invaded my head just like the pot had done. Nobody had ever treated me like this in the bedroom, so focused on their own pleasure and treating me like a toy - so roughly with such little respect just like the faggot I was becoming. He pulled my hair back again, looking me in the face, the face covered with his own scent, marking me as his. He spat in my open mouth, it made me feel so low and dirty that I tried to beg him to do it again, to dominate me in every way but I could barely talk. My eyes were rolling back into my head in pleasure. He laughed and told me he knew I was a slut the moment he stopped and that faggots only wanted one thing, to milk strong, dominant men with their boypussies. We pulled over to the side of the empty road and I unstrapped by belt. Big hands ripped and pulled at my jeans until they were thrown into a heap behind his seat and I wasted no time in straddling him. The juicy fat monster he had for a cock slipped up and down the crack of my underwear as I gyrated my ass on his crotch sending pulses of cum leaking from my own pathetic dick into the material. I stuck my hand in, scooping out a load of cum which I then used to slick that big throbbing club dick up, so it was ready to go into my waiting hole. What was left on my fingers I sucked off. I didn’t even take off my underwear off in the end, I just pulled one leg hole to the side so that my own hole was left exposed then slid my body down his cock. Man it hurt at first, but as soon as that god like organ finally popped into my hole and I suddenly dropped down to the hilt, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced. Getting fucked in a car by the side of the street by some rough sleazy stranger…. but that dumb hicks cock filling up my insides made me feel more like a man than I had ever felt before. Only a real man knows how to be a good cock slut. He continued to tell me how much fun I was having, how fun and easy it was to be such a slut and let superiour, stronger men like him own me and my hole. I giggled then started bouncing up and down in pleasure, hearing the slap of skin against skin until the brute started to moan, less than a minute in and warm wet seed started to fill my insides, spurting out my hole an down his own cock. He’d cum in me so fast, just abused my hole as a quick cum dump. It left me wanting more - more loads in me that was.  

He drove back to his trailer in the end and I came with him. A dirty, messy little shithole, the place looked and smelt like all he did was watch porn and jackoff in there but it was perfect. And as he kept telling me, that’s all I wanted to do now too, just embrace my inner slutpig and see just how much I could degrade myself to him. And you know what would be really really slutty and really really fun? Staying there full time as his dumb little bitch, smoking weed and then sucking his cock, eating out his pits, licking his feet, drinking his piss. Forever, or at least until the brute tired of me or my hole got too stretched out to milk his cock properly. I could even start an online blog, with photos and videos showing the world what a slut I had become. Yeah, become an exhibitionist slut, because faggots like me, all we want is cock. Maybe he could even make some money from whoring out my tight British ass to other fucking sleazy backcountry rednecks. It sounded so hot, after we spoke about it I begged him to fuck me stupid again, lifting my legs up and showing him my hole, I begged him to put his monstercock in me and fill my belly with thug cum. Fuck me on the floor amongst the unwashed clothes and dirty plates where I belonged. 

The next day, sore but happier, dumber and hornier than I had ever felt before, we burnt my passport and old clothes (I wouldn’t need them anymore) in the fire pit before he sat on the beat up old armchair smoking a joint while I lapped at his naked hairy balls and thought about how lucky I was that he found me and how lucky I found myself.          

I told you- Ethan Cutkosky

Two days ago, I told Ethan that I did not “dare” him to run out in the rain in just his boxers because he would get sick. Two days ago, Ethan took that as me daring him to run in the rain in just his boxers. One day ago, Ethan developed a stuffy nose and a sore throat.

“Eth, you need to take your medicine to get all better,” I felt like I was talking to a 5 year old, he was acting like one anyways.

“I don’t wanna, it’s gross,” he whined, his voice was hoarse. I waved the spoon in front of his face causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. He laughed at my unamused expression, which sent him into a deep coughing fit. I patted his back, wanting him to just get it all out.

“Ethan…” I warned, raising my eyebrows, he groaned but opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of medicine. After he swallowed it, he closed his eyes, threw his head back and stuck his tongue out from the side of his mouth.

I stood there, watching him, deciding that I would just wait to let him explain.

“I just died because it tasted so horrible,” he explained, he giggled at his own joke.

“Was it really that bad?” Was medicine really that gross? I couldn’t remember the last time I took cold medicine.

“Worst thing I’ve ever done,” he responded matter of factly.

“I told you not to run in the rain…”

*2 hours later*

“Ethaaaaaan, I’m home,” as usual I called out to him, waiting for his response, I doubted that he would be asleep the whole time.

After hanging up my coat, keys and bag, I walked into the living room, expecting to see Ethan on the couch, where I had left him. After he had fallen asleep I decided to go to the store and get everything I needed to make him a nice soup.

“Ethan?” I called out again. Again, no answer.

As quickly as I could, I put the groceries away, growing anxious to see how Ethan was doing. Deciding that he was probably in bed, I climbed the stairs, making my way to our bedroom.

My angel was curled up in bed, he clutched a pillow to his chest, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes shut and lips slightly parted. A blue beanie was placed on his head, pushing his hair away from his face, he wore a gray sweatshirt that was a little too big. The covers were pulled up to his neck, he looked so cozy under the mounds of blankets. As quietly as I could, I made my way to him and sat on the edge next to him.

His cute little nose was red, contrasting the paleness of the rest of his face. My eyes wandered to the box of tissues by his head, then I noticed that in one of his hands he was loosely holding a tissue. I brought the back of my hand to his forehead, feeling the hot clammy skin. My hand moved down to his cheek, caressing his soft skin, Ethan nuzzled his cheek further into my hand.

Are you feeling any better since this morning?“ My voice was soothing and gentle, despite feeling worried and anxious. Although it was just the common cold, seeing Ethan sick was one of the worst feelings.

“Not really, I’m okay though ” he croaked, his eyes remained closed.

I could tell that Ethan’s demeanor did a complete 360 from this morning, it was probably because he felt worse. My heart ached, I knew he wanted to be his usual bright, playful self but he couldn’t. I didn’t expect him to be in a good mood when he was sick, which is why I was so confused when he was fine this morning.

I continued gently stroking his cheek for a few minutes before deciding to get him more medicine and make him a cup of tea.

Before getting up I pressed a light kiss on his forehead, as I began to stand up Ethan gently grabbed my wrist, “No, stay. Please?”.

His gaze slowly rose from his hand holding my wrist, greeting me with his cool grey eyes. Mostly his eyes were blue, a very light blue, but they would darken to a grey shade depending on his mood and the clothes he wore. Sometimes, every so often, they’d look green. Today, Ethan’s eyes were an icy grey, his pupils weren’t as dilated as they usually were.

“You’re a lot less energetic than this morning,” I chuckled softly, peering down at him, taking a seat next to him again.

“I didn’t feel half as shitty as I do now, also I got grumpy because you were gone, also because I watched the episode where Michael leaves The Office,” his tone was light.

Before I could respond Ethan said, “Will you lay down with me? Please”.

As soon as I nodded, Ethan scooted over to his side of the bed, leaving a big space between us.

He must have noticed my confused expression as I climbed into our bed because he said, “I want to cuddle more than anything, but I don’t wanna get you sick”.

As irresponsible as it was, I didn’t care if Ethan got me sick. All I wanted was to make him feel as comfortable as he could under the circumstances.

“Come here,” I whispered, holding my arms wide open.

“You’re going to get sick, babe” he replied, sighing lightly.

“I don’t care,” I softly objected, I added “Pleeeease?” knowing that that would get him.

“Okay,” Ethan made his way into my arms.

Regularly, Ethan was the big spoon, on rare occasions I got to be the big spoon. Being wrapped in Ethan’s arms was my favorite place to be, Ethan would always tell me how much he loved to hold me. That was just the way it was most often. Getting to hold him felt good too, in a way I felt like I was protecting him, he was my cute little baby and being able to cuddle him felt very rewarding.

“Ethan?” I asked after a few minutes of laying in silence, checking to see if he was still awake.

“Yes?” his voice was throaty, reminding me just how sick he was. He flipped over, facing me to give me his full attention.

“Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were asleep…” my eyes studied his face as he studied mine.

“Oh…I missed you,” he brought his hand up to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I missed you too, Eth” my grin grew bigger, even though I didn’t think that was possible.

Ethan’s smile mirrored mine, I scooted closer to him so that our foreheads touched. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, then released it. I pulled away so that I could run my thumb over his plump bottom lip, his lips were irresistible. But I knew I couldn’t just kiss him because he would tell me how “I was going to get sick and blah blah”.

I could feel his eyes on me. His mouth was parted slightly, he brought one of his hands to where my jawline met my neck, his thumb ran back and forth across my cheek.

“I want to kiss you so badly,” his voice was gruff, I could feel his cool breath fanning over my face.

“Then do it,” my voice was low, I brushed our lips against each other.

“I want to, obviously. Really badly. But if you end up getting sick then it’ll be my fau-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his own, after a second he gave in and kissed back. Our lips glided over each other’s smoothly. He captured my bottom lip in between his lips. Ethan bit my lip gently, softly tugging at it. His hand slipped to my waist to try to pull me closer to his body, even though we were already as close as we could get.

His mouth tasted of vanilla, contrasting the taste of mint from my mouth, creating the most delicious combination.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, making an intoxicating rhythm. My hand moved to remove his beanie, once it was off I gently gripped his hair. Ethan smiled against my mouth, breaking our kiss, but kept our foreheads against each other. Our eyes met but all I could see was Ethan’s huge grin.

“What?” I tilted my head slightly, confused about Ethan’s unusual behavior. He seemed giddy almost. Again, changing his demeanor quickly.

“Nothing… I just really fucking love you,” he shook his head slightly, the hoarseness of his voice made it 10 times cuter. Some color was finally added back onto his face, a soft pink tint trailed along his cheeks.

I felt the heat rise onto my own cheeks and responded, “I really fucking love you too”.

“Good,” I situated myself so that I was laying flat on my back, Ethan laid his head on my chest, nuzzling into my boobs. What a weird child.

“Your boobs are warm,” he looked up at me with a toothless grin and then nuzzled in further. His arm draped over my stomach, while he tucked the other one under his head.

“You’re an odd one,” I told him playfully.

“Can you play with my hair?” he rasped, the moment my fingers ran through his curls, he hummed softly and smiled a satisfied smile.

I could tell Ethan was really tired. With each blink, his eyelids would get heavier. His eyes slowly shut, making his dark eyelashes touch his cheeks.

Out of nowhere, a cough came from the back of my throat disrupting the comfortable silence. The second I coughed, Ethan’s head shot up off my chest, he looked directly at me, widening his eyes and throwing his hands up in the air.

“See? I told you!”


No smut today, just fluff. There wasn’t much of a plot but I felt like writing about cute,sick,needy Ethan. Buuuut don’t worry there’s smut coming very soon😉

Feedback is appreciated, and please don’t hesitate to send in your requests (anon is on). I promise I’m working hard to fulfill all your wonderful requests!!!

anyways, hope you enjoyed - M💚 

Find Out Who You Are - Part 2

Part 1

Tag list: @kamuithedragonlord, @batfamily-imagines, @birbs-and-the-bat  

Y/N jerked back from Wonder Woman’s embrace and scrambled back several feet. “Who the hell is Andromeda and why were you hugging me?”

Diana sat back on her heels and look at the frightened girl. Upon closer inspection, she realized that she wasn’t shoe she had originally thought. Y/N’s hair and face were mostly the same, but those definitely weren’t Andromeda’s eyes.

“Apologies, little warrior. I could have sworn you were my missing sister. I must ask you though, do you happen to know her?” She carefully watched Y/N’s reaction.

“I honestly don’t know. I was orphaned at a very young age and I have been through a bunch of different foster homes.” Y/N winced a little bit at the thought of the people she had loved and lost in her short life.

“No matter. We have bigger things to worry about. For starters, how your powers suddenly manifested.” Diana looked over at Tim. “You said the witch boy did this?”

Tim squirmed a little bit when all eyes landed on him. “Yes. I don’t know what he said though. I just saw his magic hit her.”

“We can discuss this more back at the Watchtower. Y/N, do you think you can walk?” Kaldur crouched in front of her.

Y/N nodded and carefully stood up. Every movement was unsure and slow, she was terrified of what she was capable of and didn’t want to make any wrong moves. Cassie strode forward and wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you.” The blonde girl smiled and pulled Y/N forward. The trip back was admittedly a bit nerve wracking as Y/N was scared that at any point in time she could punch a hole in the bioship just by moving the wrong way.

When they arrived, Zatanna was there to greet them. “So I heard someone had a magical encounter and now has superpowers?” She reached out to touch Y/N, but she pulled back when the girl flinched. “It’s okay. We are gonna figure this out.”

Y/N sighed and let her shoulders relax. “Sorry, today has just been kind of weird.”

“I know, but I am going to do my best to reverse this.” Zatanna reached out again and put both hands on Y/N’s shoulders.

She chanted her spell and everything appeared to stay the same. “Hm… That’s funny. That should have worked if that was the spell I thought it was. Let me try something different.” She chanted a different incantation and this time when she finished, she was thrown back as though she had been shocked.

“Zatanna, are you okay?” Kaldur and the rest of the team rushed forward.

“I’m fine,” Zatanna said as she steadied herself “but I have learned something very important. Klarion didn’t cast a spell on Y/N. He reversed one.”

“So you are saying, whatever spell he reversed was holding back whatever powers I now have?” Y/N asked vulnerably. It was one thing to suddenly have super strength and lord knows what else, it was another thing entirely to find out she had really had these powers all along.

“Yes.” Zatanna answered carefully. “I still need to find out more, but whoever cast the first spell is a lot more powerful than I am. I am going to need to call in some help.”

“Then go do that. Meanwhile we will try and help Y/N learn to control her strength.” Kaldur turned to find that the girl in question was gone. “Robin, do you think you could run a background check on Y/N? Find out everything you can about every foster home she stayed in and her birth parents, if you can find it.”

The team slowly scattered to various parts of the Watchtower, some to train, others to relax. Conner, however, went looking for one person in particular. He found her in the memorial garden.

She didn’t know any of the people remembered there, she had joined to late to meet them, but she thought that it was a relaxing place and it was where she went when she was distressed.

He didn’t say a word as he sat down next to her. They just sat there for several moments before she broke the silence.

“I’m strong.” The words were barely uttered.

“Yes. You are.” He replied in a similar tone.

“And I apparently look like a missing amazon.”

“Yep.” Conner glanced over at her. She was crying, but her face showed no emotion. He took her hand in his and began to rub soothing circles into the back of it.

“It just kind of feels like everything I know is a lie. Like everything I thought I was is wrong.” Y/N said as tears continued to roll down her face.

“Well, that’s bullshit. You are still the same Y/N. You just have powers now.” Conner said with a slight shrug. “Look at the bright side, now you don’t have to ask me to open all your jars for you.”

Y/N laughed and wiped her face. “Thanks, Conner.”

“Y/N? I called in a colleague to help figure out the origin of the spell.” Zatanna called from the door. A man with blonde hair and a tan trench coat stood next to her.

“Hello, love, my name is John Constantine. Heard you could use a bit of help?”

You Abandoned Me-Part Seven (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are being held hostage though they don’t know who by. The responsibility of keeping (Y/N) safe is heavy on Bucky’s shoulders; he can’t believe the situation he has got his best friends girlfriend into. He knows that he needs to get them both out of there but how they will do that seems like an impossible task.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Violence, torture, anger, sad

( @meatballevan asked me to tag them in this, so here you go. If anyone else would like to be tagged just ask)

Neither of us knew how much longer it had been since we spoke to each other. Bucky was now leaning his back against the wall, still supporting me on his lap with his arms. We had stopped speaking, well, Bucky had stopped though I was sure he was trying to come up with a plan. There was literally only one way out of here and that was through the door; and our there was probably a number of guards and other locked doors to go through. Even if by some miracle we escaped out wherever we were, we still had no idea where this place was in the world.

I had desperately tried to not fall asleep, knowing that I might not wake up for a while. There was no way I could leave Bucky either, that just wasn’t fair on him. My mind instantly went to the others. They had to be looking for us by now. I didn’t doubt my second family but I was worried about how long it would take them to find us. Who knows where we could be? And how long would it take them to get here?

Loud, sudden footsteps startled us both as they neared our cell. Bucky immediately removed me from his lap and into the corner of the room as he took a protective stance in front of me. Could this be them? Or was it someone we didn’t want to face? I huddled up in fear as the noises got louder and closer. Men were ordering each other around but their voices were muffled to us. All of their voices and movements suddenly stopped, it has gone silent. I held my breath, scared to even make a noise.

The door was kicked open making me scream in fright. Men piled into the room clad out in black, army-like uniform with huge guns. As soon as they stepped one foot into the room Bucky started to attack. I watched in horror as he tried to tackle them all at once. I was useless, useless, useless. His attacks got slower and weaker, more men were grabbing him. Before I could come up with a way to help him, I too was grabbed. I screamed out in pain as well as fear as they hauled me off the floor. Bucky called after me when they started walking out of the room without him.


“(Y/N)!” he yelled back.

I couldn’t see him anymore. My eyesight was only able to see the ceiling where the harsh, white lights blinded me. From being suspended up in the air, I was dropped onto a bed, strspped down onto it. The restraints were tight against my body and I couldn’t move, let alone breath properly. They carted me down the hallways fast, not caring about my pleas for help. Everything looked the same from my point of view, I couldn’t tell where we were going.

The corridors suddenly changed into a huge room, from what I could see there was high tech equipment everywhere along with people in lab costa. Of course I didn’t understand any of it or know what it was. I only knew that it looked terrifying.

“The test subject is here sir.” one of the men announced.

“Test subject!?” I exclaimed, writhing around on the bed.

“Why do we have her? Where is the Winter Soldier?” a lab coat asked.

They had to be HYDRA. They were the ones who made Bucky, they would want him back.

“I’ve made some changes to the plans. Don’t worry, our initial idea will go forward as we planned.” another man spoke. He had a deeper voice but I could not see him, he sounded like he was in charge.

“What do you want us to do to her, sir?”

“You’re not going to do anything to me!” it was as if I wasn’t even there.

Another scientist protested.“Who even is she? Why was she with the Winter Soldier?”

“She’s Steve Rogers, aka Captain America’s partner. By some luck she was in the right place at the right time.”

“Luck, sir?”

“Don’t you see? We all know that the Avengers were going to come after either one of them but this just raises the stakes. The Winter Soldier can defend himself, he is obviously stronger. She cannot. We can use her to our advantage.”

“No! Please don’t hurt me! I don’t want to die!”

This time they acknowledged me.“We won’t kill you. Actually, you’re going to help us in a little experiment we’re conducting.” he leaned over me, his face close to mine.

He had a dark, scruffy heard that matched his hair. The wrinkles around his face showed his age but maybe it was from dress too. Although he looked normal and not like a stereotypical villain, there was something in his wide eyes that warned me he was a psychopath.

“I know who you work for. You don’t just experiment on people, you ruin their lives!” I must have been lightheaded because I wasn’t thinking before I spoke.

“Well then, it seems that we won’t have to get acquainted.”

My heart started to beat faster even though that felt impossible. Sweat was forming on my forehead and around my body. Everyone was bustling around me, the clanking of equipment putting me in edge.

The man came into view again.“Right, are you ready?”


“So we’re hoping that you will be just as strong as your boyfriend and his old pal; that is if your body doesn’t reject the serum and end up killing you. Though that would still be beneficial on our behalf, a little bit of trial and error.”

My voice dropped to a whisper.“You’re going to use the serum on me?”

His eyes and smile got bigger as he frantically nodded.“Think of all the power you’ll have. You can match up to the captain’s strengths. I’m sure that it will beneficial to your reletionships in some ways.”

“You’re sick.” I spat.

An assistant came up behind him holding out scrubs for him to wear. His eyes never left me as he was robed up. I started crying knowing that this was going to be the end of me. These mad people were going to kill me. There was no way my body would be able to put up with the serum, even if I lasted for five minutes I would die after that.

I hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye.

flustered [v]

[i had to make a crush based smut; also kinda lengthy.]
- x -

Shawn and I were cooped up in his room as it started to rain outside. He sat on his bed, his back against the headboard as he strummed random yet relaxing sounds on his guitar. I swiveled around in the chair with my knees to my chest as I turned myself left and right by holding onto the desk in front of me. Random hums and words flew out of his mouth and I listened to his voice.

The guitar strumming stops and so does the humming. “I’m thinking of writing her a song.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Alexa. I think I’m gonna right her a song when I ask her out.”


“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks.

I shrug my shoulders and tap my fingers along the desk. “Nothing. Just…isn’t she a little out of your league?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

I feel my cheeks grow hot and I turn around the chair to face him. He now has his little journal in his hands as he scribbled down words that would be strung together to compose a song for Alexa, the girl he liked. It killed me knowing that he didn’t think of me in the way that I thought of him. He was oblivious to the fact that I was madly crushing on him.

“You’re so quiet.” Shawn says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I don’t want to disturb your song writing.”

“You wouldn’t.” He replied. “Besides, you’re my partner when it comes to these things.”

“I wish I were more.” I quietly whisper under my breath. Did he honestly expect me to help him write a song for my best friend, who he was going to ask out? It felt as if someone suck a dirty knife in my heart. You can do this, Olivia. You can do this.

I turn around in the chair and place my feet on the ground. He plays a few chords and I watch him again.

He’s handsome, obviously. Even when he doesn’t think he’s being watched, he carries on so artistically. I watch his fingers perform the art he was so passionate about on the strings. Some of the front curls of his hair were slightly hanging over his forehead, but he didn’t mind. It’s not like they blocked his eyes. He wore a gray shirt with sleeves that he pushed up to his forearms and black jeans.

My chest rises up and down as my heart beat quickens. I didn’t want to sit here and watch him write a song for someone who was wrong for him.

Shawn groans as he plays random strings that don’t compose the perfect sound to him. He sighs and sets the guitar down in its rest against the wall. “I’m dead.”

“What makes you say that?” I ask.

“She’s never going to go out with me,” he shakes his head, “she’s way out of my league.”

I swallow my pride, no matter how much it hurt, and face the music. “Shawn, you could get anyone you wanted to in the world. For a celebrity, I don’t think that leagues exist.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Do you think she’d go out with me for me?” He asks as he sits up against the headboard again.

“She would be a fool not to.” I get up from the chair and tug down the skirt of my dress a tad bit as I walk over to the record player by the window. My fingers flip through the multiple albums slowly as I took each one out, looked at the cover art, the track listing, and then placed them back in the wooden crate.

“Would you go out with me?” It’s an innocent question, but no doubt, I would go out with him. I gnaw on my bottom lip and my heartbeat quickens it’s pace for the umpteenth time since I was in his room. A small shrug comes from my shoulders as I continue flipping through the multiple albums.

“Hello? Earth to Olivia?” Shawn calls. He tossed a throw pillow at the back of my head gently and I turn around to him.

“Huh?” I call.

“Would you date me?” He asks me again. “Gee, you took too long, I was starting to think you’ve gone deaf.”

“I was thinking.” I say.

“So? Would you?” He looks at me with his eyes that I fell for, but they didn’t fall for me. His lips are slightly agape; the same lips that I constantly fantasizes about kissing over and over until my lips felt numb and sore. “You’re doing it again. You wouldn’t date me, I knew it.”

“I do!” I blurt out. “I mean, I would. Want to. Date you.”

“How come you took so long to answer me?”
“I had to think of your qualities.” I lie. There was nothing to think about - he was perfect. I was madly head over heels in love with him. Have been for longer than a year.

“What are they?” Shawn shrugs slightly.

I turn my back and continue to look at the albums. I pick up one that I had gifted him for his seventeenth birthday. Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I showed him the movie one night at my house and he loved it.

“Uh, you, there’s too many good qualities you have. Where would I begin?” I ask.

“Anywhere. Hey, put that album on.” Shawn says.

I stare at the album in my hands and deeply exhale. “You’re really wonderful at making an effort for someone…or something. You’re always busy, but you’ve still managed to make time for me. Your friends, I mean, you know, me being your friend and all. Sometimes you can forget things, but you always make up for them in the best ways. And you’re so passionate about everything, it’s unbelievable how passionate you are about things. I can’t help but imagine what you would be like if you ever loved someone. And you have the biggest heart that there is. You’re not afraid to put your heart on your sleeve, which I think is one of your bad qualities because that means you would get hurt easily and you don’t deserve to be hurt.” I turn around and glance at Shawn. He sits on the edge of the bed watching me talk and I turn back around. “There’s too much.”

“Continue.” Shawn says. I clear my throat and look at the couple on the cover art.

“You got looks down, so that’s a given. But personality, you have the best. I mean your jokes? Some are the cheesy das jokes you think everyone hates, but I love them. And then that time you made everyone a playlist because you heard the best album? That was, that was the sweetest thing you’d ever done for the people you cared about.

"But you also have some qualities that have a good intention, but they’re bad. You’re always unsure of things, but I think it’s just the perfectionist inside you. I’ve seen you play until your fingers bled. And sing until your voice cracked over and over until there was nothing but a whisper. You genuinely give things two hundred percent.”

Shawn’s quiet and I realize that I have spoken too much. He probably got freaked out and is about to make up some excuse about how I should go.

“I would date you.” He says.

I continued to gnaw on my bottom lip as he spoke. My back was still turned to him and my heart began to sink for an unknown reason. “Y-You would?”

“Of course. I’m drawn to your qualities, Olivia. The way you’re constantly in your own world, like it’s a private bubble. You say I have a big heart, but you forget that yours is even bigger. You’re extremely kind and go out of your way to please everyone and bring them happiness. There’s not a day where you aren’t smiling.” I hear the bed give a little groan and there’s footsteps. I close my eyes and feel Shawn’s breath on the back of my neck.

“You have some bad qualities, though.” He says. His hands reach around and he removes the album from my hands and slides out the vinyl and puts it on the turntable. “Like how you shiver when someone touches you.” Shawn runs the tips of his fingers up my arms, sending a wave of chills down my spine. “See?”

“But that’s not it,” he continues. “You’re oblivious.”

“In the bad way?” I ask as I gnaw more on my bottom lip.

“That bubble of yours,” Shawn brings his mouth by my ear. “You think you’re safe from being watched, but you’re not.”

I rest the back of my head against his chest as he continues to whisper in my ear. “I’ve fallen for your eyes the way you fell for mine, Olivia.”

“Shawn…” I say. I turn around and come face to face with his chest. I look down at his hand that was slowly sliding up my arm. I tilt my head back and meet his amber eyes. My heart beat even faster and I was sure it was ready to pump out of my chest.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I whisper.
“The same reason you didn’t,” Shawn replied.

He slowly leaned in and the moment I wanted, the moment that I needed, was becoming a reality. Our lips touched and I placed my hands at his neck while he deepened the kiss. It was a long, hard kiss. When we came for air, we attacked each other’s lips feverishly. He gently bit onto my lower lip as he picked me up by my thighs and carried me on over to his bed.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he places his hands in my hair. Our lips moved in sync as the music played in the background. He had the house to himself for another hour and I knew this make out would escalate to what I wanted, or, what we both wanted. Shawn brings a hand to the bust of my dress and slowly unbuttons the first button.

“Is this okay?” Shawn mumbled against my lips.
“Uh huh,” I nodded.

He sat on the edge of the bed before slowly placing me on my back. Three buttons were undone before he broke the kiss. Oh no, he doesn’t want this anymore.

“I’ve wanted this for a really long time.” He whispers.
“Me, too,” I reply. I lean up and kiss his lips again.

Shawn’s hands go to my thighs and slowly slide up under my dress. Butterflies fly around in my stomach as I’m unsure of what to do. He places a hand at my hand and brings it to his belt buckle. I take the hint and begin to unbuckle his pants as he places his hand back under my dress. I feel his thumbs resting at my hip bones while his index fingers cheekily toy with the band of my underwear.

“Wait,” I say, “should we get under the covers?”
“I mean…if you want to?” He asks me.

I shrug my shoulders. “It’s whatever. It’s your room.”
“You’re the guest.”

I look at him and he looks at me and we both come to the decision of getting under the covers. Once under his comforter and bed sheets, we resume the positions we were previously in. He slides my underwear down my thighs and sits back as he slides them off my legs, tossing them to the floor. Shawn then grabs the back of his shirt and lifts it up over his head, removing the article of clothing before letting fall to the floor.

He crawls back on top of me and slides his pants off and onto the floor. My hands go into his hair as he is back on top of me and the kissing resumes. His body is between my legs and we continue to make out. I never knew he felt the same way about me; the feelings were mutual and it made me happy deep inside. A hand went under my dress and he slowly pulled the skirt of my dress up. “Can I?”

I nod my head. “Yeah.”

Shawn pulls my dress off over my head, leaving me in my lilac bra. He kisses me again and I pull back from the kiss.

“Do, uh, do you have something?” I ask.
“Huh?” He asks.

“Condom. Do you…have one?”
“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I have one.”

Shawn rolls off of me and heads to the dresser and opened the top one. He then rolled back on top of me and reaches out to the dresser on my side. He opens it and I heard the slight crinkle of the packaging and he brings it to his mouth and gently tears the gold packet open. Shawn brings the condom out and then places his hand under the covers to roll it on.

“Um, are you? You know? Ready?” He asks me.
I nod my head. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

Shawn leans in to kiss me the same time he slowly slides in me. I gasp just as our lips touch and he places a hand at my lower back and kisses me just as he’s inside me fully. My hands go to his hair and he slowly pulls out and it breaks the kiss.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” I whisper against his lips.
“I have, too,” he replies.

Our lips continue to brush against one another as he begins to thrust in and out of me. I lightly moan into his mouth and he placed a gentle hand at the side of my left thigh. I pant at the feeling of him going in and out of me. Shawn pants and it turns to a smile, then a soft chuckle.

“What?” I ask. Shawn shakes his head and just kisses me again. He accidentally bites on my lip as he thrusted into me a bit deeper.

He brings his hand from my thigh to my waist and places his other hand at the back of my neck. My nails lightly scratch at his back and he moans into my mouth. Shawn kisses my lips gently before resting his head in the crook of my neck. I close my eyes and my heart continues to race as Shawn rolls himself in me more and deeper. I moan out loud and claw lightly at his back. He kisses and nibbles at my skin.

“Shawn,” I pant. “Sh-Shawn.”

He kisses up my jawline and at my lips once more. Shawn places his hands at my wrists and, while looking me in the eye, takes my hands in his and interlocks our fingers.

“Is this okay?” Shawn asks me.
I nod my head. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” he whispers before leaning back in and kissing my lips. He pulls away for a brief moment to look down at himself entering me and a blush creeps onto my cheeks. He looks back at me and kisses at my lips again.

Shawn lets go of our hands and places a grip on my waist before lying on his back and making me on top. I break the kiss and look at him. He nods his head and leans up to kiss me once more.

He lies down and bites on his lip before closing his eyes. My hands rest on his abdomen and he places his hands at my waist, and slowly moves me. I roll my hips back and forth while the covers rest at the side of my thighs. My hair falls to the right side of my shoulder and I close my eyes, gasping at the feeling of him all the way inside me.

“You got it,” Shawn says. I open my eyes to find him staring into mine. I roll my hips a bit slower and he bucks his hips up into mine. I moan as he groans in pleasure.

“Shawn,” I moan. He sits up and I wrap my arms around his shoulders while he holds me in his strong arms. I softly continue rolling myself against him and Shawn lowly moans in my ear.

“Hey,” Shawn speaks. “Look at me.”

I rest my head against his shoulder and pick it up to look at him. His eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes and a smile arises on his lips. Shawn leans in and gently flicks his tongue against my bottom lip. I open my mouth and his tongue eases into my mouth and caresses over my tongue in a slow dance. Without breaking the kiss, he lies me onto my back again, making him on top once more.

He thrusts into me slower but with more of a roughness to it; a passionate roughness. My chest rises up and down and my stomach starts flipping. Sweat begins to line Shawn’s forehead and I break the kiss to moan out loud.

“Shawn,” I moan. “I’m gonna…”
“Hold it!” Shawn says over my moans. “I’m almost there.”

He thrusts faster and my moans turn into pants as my breath begins to hitch. Shawn’s thrusts get sloppy but he continues to go inside me. He leans down and kisses my lips, dipping his tongue into my mouth before biting my lower lip as he pulls back. He nods his head and grips onto my upper arms as he picks his head up and moans loudly.

“Shawn!” I moan raspy as my legs wrapped around his waist. He groaned out loud before collapsing onto my chest.

We both breathed loudly as the faint scent of sex lingered in the air. He kissed at my collarbones and lied on my chest for a brief moment before pulling out. He removes the condom and tied it up before tossing it into the trash can next to his bed.

“What was so funny?” I ask him. He looked at me and I looked at him. “You chuckled.”

“Oh,” he chuckles again. “I was gonna say something but I didn’t think you would have waned to hear it.”

“I want to hear it, if that’s okay.” I say.

“Okay.” He opens his mouth and intertwined our fingers. “I love you, Olivia.” I blush and bring the covers over my face. Shawn laughs and pulls the covers down before leaning over and kissing my lips again. “You get so flustered around me, it’s cute.”

The daughter, the closet, and the wardrobe


Read on Ao3

“IN A CLOSET?!” Oliver roared.

“Would you please keep your voice down?” Felicity whispered exasperatedly as she walked out of the bathroom and towards their walk-in-wardrobe. “Thank god the school called me and not you. Honestly if this is your reaction-”

“Felicity!” Oliver interrupted. “Can we maybe get back to the conversation we were having, where you were explaining to me that you got called down to our daughter’s school today because she was caught skipping class to make out with a boy in a closet?!”

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Babyface. {DeanxReader Part: 2}

Summary: A continuation to this fanfic, 

You were the last to leave the arena the night of a heavy storm. Majority of the make-up department had bolted minutes after the show ended to avoid driving in the rain. To your misfortune, Leslie forgot to leave you the key to the rental car and it was far too late to schedule a new ride.

You huddled under the venue awning as the rain streamed around it. Clutching onto your suitcase to prevent it from blowing with the rapid wind, you use your free hand to check for an available uber or taxi on your phone. However, with the harsh weather conditions it looked unfortunate for you.

Lightning suddenly strikes through the air followed by a roaring rumble that startles your balance. You faintly curse to yourself as you frantically collect your belongings and hurry back inside of the venue.

Your eyes are glued to your phone when he spots you from the corridor. He notices your hair a bit damp and your jacket coated with spots from the rain.

He clears his throat, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he makes his way towards you. “(Y/N)..?”

You pluck your attention away from your phone as you turn towards the raspy voice, the knot in your stomach slowly forming. “Dean, Hi!”

His matted curls reflect off his forehead as he cocks his head to the side. “What’re you still doing here?”

Sighing, you refresh the uber app on your phone in hopes of any availability of a driver. “Leslie rode with Stephanie and took my rental key with her. I’m hoping to get an uber within the next hour.”

Scoffing, Dean grasps your suitcase and juts his chin toward the door. “C'mon.”

“I’m sorry?” You ask, a little dumbfounded.

He’s halfway out the door while rolling your luggage behind him. “Let’s go, kid. I don’t wanna hit traffic.”

It takes you a moment to comprehend what is occurring and the pit in your stomach begins to fasten when he’s holding the door open for you.

You follow Dean out to the awning where he pauses when he’s aware of the rain pouring rapidly.

He turns to you, sliding his backpack off and placing it beside your feet, chuckling at your dingy Sk8-Hi top vans.

“M'gonna go get the car, stay put.” He states, throwing his hoodie over his head before jogging down the parking lot.

You stand there awkwardly, intellectually attempting to tame all the swift thoughts in your head. It’s not long until he’s pulling the car in front of you, drawing you away from your mental diary. You go to gather up the bags only to be stopped by Dean.

“Nah, I got it. Go warm up in the car.” He says, taking your suitcase and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

You were about to thank him until another voice echoed from the parking lot.

“Dean, hey! Wait up man!” Seth calls jogging through the pouring shower.

“What’s so important that you needed to Baywatch through a storm? Couldn’t you have texted me?” Dean chuckles.

Seth immediately scoffs, unaware of your presence as you keep hidden behind Dean’s larger figure. “You barely know how to work a phone, don’t kid yourself.”

It’s when Dean shrugs his shoulders that Seth finds a glance of your appearance, slightly embarrassed that he assumed he interrupted a moment between you and Dean. “Oh, hey (Y/N). Didn’t expect to see ya there.”

You give him a slight smile, feeling a bit awkward.

Seth turns to Dean, mumbling “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” In hopes of it being a faint whisper but you’re aware of the words even with the rain becoming heavier.

Dean shakes his curls, clearing his throat to cut the tension. “Nah, just giving the kid a ride home. Didn’t want her stranded here.” He says, before nudging Seth. “What’s up though?”

Seth gives you and Dean an uncertain look, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just, uh, wanted to see if we were still up for the gym tomorrow.”

Dean nods, giving Seth a pat to the shoulder. “Yeah man, of course.”

“Great! Well you guys have a goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow man.” Seth asserts before politely excusing himself back to his car.

Dean’s attention turns back towards you as another struck of lightning appears through the sky. “C'mon, before the rain gets any worse.”

“So.” Seth grunts, benching a weight against his chest as Dean spots above him. “Did she give you a ride?”

Dean scoffs, peering down at his sweaty friend. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

Seth continues pressing the weights to his chest not phased by Dean’s dismal. “(Y/N).”

“What about her?” Dean questions.

Another grunt escapes from Seth’s lips while he lifts the metal bar up and down in a routine. “Listen, she’s cute there’s no argument there but you need to be careful.”

Dean’s hands hoist the bar back onto the plate holder. “What are you getting at Seth?”

“Look, when you were graduating high school, she was celebrating her 8th birthday.” He says sternly, catching Dean completely off guard.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. You think I’m trying to nail the kid?” He spits.

Seth throws his hands up defensively, refusing to stir the pot. “As your friend, I’m telling you people talk around here.”

“And? What if I was interested in her? What are they going to do? Do a shoot interview about me?” Dean says, clearly annoyed at this point.

“I’m just saying man,” Seth begins calmly. “It just doesn’t look right. A 20 year old girl dating a 31 year old guy. How do you think the media would see it? Let alone if management found out, you’d be pulled from live shows immediately. Not to mention meet and greets, signings, press con-”

“Okay, I get it.” Dean cuts his friend off, irritated by all the possibilities of what could happen to his career.

“I’m just trying to look out for you.” Seth objects, going back to his routine.

Dean sat there momentarily shaming himself for even thinking about possibly asking a girl on a date. He excuses himself from the facility, mentioning to Seth he was going to hit the showers.

He surged down the hallway, avoiding anyone in sight as they were possibility already gossiping about his encounter with a girl half his age. It’s when he hears the delicate voice from behind him that stops him in his path.

Your sneakers scuffed against the pavement as you caught up to Dean, a little out of breath as he was walking at a fast pace. “I just wanted to thank you for yesterday.” You begin, smiling through a breathy statement.

He nods his head with no words followed, goggling his eyes at anyone looking insight.

“I mean, it’s not everyday that a guy takes care of you when you’re drunk and offers you a ride to your hotel the next day.” You smile, blabbering on.

He’s mentally praying that no one is looking longer than a glance. “Yeah, well, maybe it’ll be a reoccurring thing when find a guy your own age.” He states bluntly, avoiding eye contact with you.

His clear expression leaves a slight sting to your esteem and you try your hardest to dismiss it. “Right. Well, I was thinking maybe we cou-”

We?” He snaps, finally making eye contact with you.

His sudden cold shoulder recoils your stance, and you immediately want to dig yourself a hole to crawl into.

“Listen, kid.” He says harshly, a little overwhelmed by longing stares from a few divas and talent agents. “Maybe, you took my kindness out of context but, I’m not interested. There’s plenty of guys down in the rookie playpen though.”

You roll your lips between your teeth, pressing down unpleasantly as you hold back a few tears.

You mentally beg yourself not to cry, not to make an even bigger fool in front of him.

You clear your throat awkwardly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Right, I-uh, I guess I got a little ahead of myself.” You mutter. “I apologize.”

Dean nods in acceptance, trying his hardest to not apologize for being an asshole as people were still staring at the two of you. “Glad we’re on the same page, I’ll see ya around kid.”

Monsta X Reaction to you reading smut about them

~Hi honey ♡ Hope it turned out as you whished! Thank you so much for your kind words s2 It means a lot to me knowing you appreciate my writting :D

Shownu - He would be really confused as you tried to hide your phone from him when he only asked you what you were doing, since he just came home and saw you laying on the sofa looking at that small screen. Shownu would find it weird that after your unexpected reaction, all you said was “nothing”. He would probably find out later on, by accident, when you forgot your phone on the table with your screen active and some giant words spelling “SMUT” that caught his attention since it had his name next to it. He wouldn’t touch your phone, but would ask you what a “smut” was, having no idea (welcome to the dirty side of the world, my friend). You would become red from embarassement and shyly explain it to him as his eyes and shy smile grew bigger because of your explanation. He would find it weird that people write those things about him, but the biggest surprise was knowing you were a fan of that. He would just laugh and be really akward about it, findding your little secret funny and respecting it even though it was somehow naughty. He loved everything about you, including your secret dirty side ;) .

 “Monbebes write those things? And you like it?” (hell yes)

(ft. a dying, wild Minhyuk)

Originally posted by madtwn

Wonho - He probably knows fans write those stuff and has probably read some. I think he likes it secretly. So if he caught you reading one about him, he’d silently come from behind you and kiss you on the cheek, making you jump and close your laptop immeadiatly. He’d say something like what are you hiding from me, Jagi?” in a seductive voice, even if he knew already because he read some words of it when he was approaching you silently. He would tease you a lot and laugh at how kinky you were by reading those things, but lemme tell you that boy would love it. He would be so happy that he’d be smilling the entire day, thinking that you dreamed dirty about him. He’d love your cute side but your dirty one was just as appealing. Wonho would most likely take your phone while you were sleeping to go search the smuts you liked the most and use them as tips to please you to the fullest during sexy time. I feel like it would be a way for him to discover all your favorite kinks and to tease you with them.

“I didn’t knew you were this naughty Y/N” 

Originally posted by kpopratings

Minhyuk- You were sitting on a chair while reading a smut about your boyfriend. Minhyuk would slowly give you a back hug, scaring the shit out of you as you squeezed the phone between your legs so he wouldn’t see what you were doing. He thought you were whatching some dumb video or something like that, but he would still ask you several times what dark secrets were you hiding from him, just to tease you, because he knew it couldn’t be that bad. Minhyuk would play fight you, trying to get your phone and eventually win and run to your shared room as he locked himself inside, to hear you begging at the door for him not to read it. It’s not that he was that curious ( well he was but ) his intention would be more to tease you. So he’d still be laughing when he started to understood what he was reading. He’d then open the door, to find you blushing in embarassement, and look you in surprise by what he just read. When you told your “dark secret” he would be so confused about it… why would you read those stuff if you had him already? He would laugh about it and call you weird, but you know he was just joking. You just caught him by surprise because he’d then find it kinda hot and interesting, knowing that you liked to imagine yourself with him like that. 

“Jagi… what is this…?”

Originally posted by monstaxmemes

Kihyun - You didn’t got the courage to tell your boyfriend what you were always doing with your phone, it was the fifth time he almost catched you reading a smut about him and tried to hide your phone from him. He was worried about what was so bad that you always hide it from him. You were too embarassed to tell him, but you had no secrets between eachother, so you just landed Kihyun your phone and let him discover by himself, to put an end on the matter. He’d be really focused at first, having no idea of what you wanted to show him, so he’d first think it was just a simple fanfiction as the smut started. He’d interupt his reading to say something like “This is not as bad as you made it seem, it’s kinda funny that you read fics about me.” You remained silent, waiting for him to get to the real business, and all you needed to wait was a few more lines till he started to laugh, still looking at the screen. Kihyun would find it cute if you read little scenarios about him, but he’d never imagine you were this dirty and had such thoughts of you and him like that. He’d love it like Wonho and would want to give you his all when you were actually doing it, so it was as good as those smuts made you imagine. When he finished reading it, or when he got the idea, he’d give you your phone and try to make you less embarassed by saying something cocky while still laughing from the surprise, - “ Do you wanna try all of what they did?!?”. He’d be thinking about your little secret the whole day, making him fall in love with you even more by every new thing he discovered about you.

“OMG, did I just… and did she…?” (clearly having the time of his life)

Originally posted by n-oyoonho

Hyungwon- He’d find a smut about him on your laptop, which he borrowed from you. Hyungwon wouldn’t close the page because he saw his name and got curious. Like Kihyun, he’d think it was some kind of cute imagine so he was ready to torture you with teasing, but as soon as he started to scroll down he’d be super confused. “What is this? Is this Y/N laptop? Why there are two people being intimate in this story and why one of them has my name?” He would probably be asking himself those questions and many more as you remembered you left that super dirty smut about your boyfriend opened. You would run to him and take it away but it was too late and Hyungwon was freezed and shocked by what he just read. When you told him you like to read those smuts he would worry and make a drama out of it, thinking he wasn’t enough for you so you had to relieve your desires with those stories. But as soon as you told him he always made you feel amazing and that that was just kinda of a “hobbie” for you and not a way of satisfying yourself with the pleasure he didn’t gave you, he’d calm down and ask you why you have never told him about that. As you assured him the only reason you read those smuts was because you were naughty by nature, he’d be highkey turned on and make it pretty obvious to you. He’d also want to try the things he saw on some smuts, to make sure he was enough for you and that you would never had to recover to anything to help you feeling good.

“Are you saying I don’t satisfy you enough?”

Originally posted by yuhwan

Jooheon - Our little aegyo baby would be really confused as you tried to explain why you were blushing at your phone when he saw a rather sexy pic of him followed by many small letters that he didn’t read. You would just close your eyes and spit it out, after all, your phone was filled with that and Jooheon would end up knowing anyways. After you told him what you were reading he would keep looking at you in surprise for some more seconds and then burst into laughter as those cute dimples showed up to greet you and a slight blush covered his cheeks. “So you like those…” he’d say, still blushing and smilling at you, finding your secret pretty sexy. He would like the idea of you dreaming about his touch but would be rather worried that you might be reading other idols smuts apart from him. It would be kind of a turn on and off at the same time, a turn on because it made him feel like you needed him and had dirty and sexy thoughts about him, but a turn off because he was scared you started to catch feelings for other people that you read about.

“Please promise you will only read the ones about me…”

Originally posted by sukiieeeee

I.M - He’d probabily discover in the same way as Minhyuk, but he would stole your phone because he was bored and wanted to catch your atention. So when he saw that really explicit title of the smut next to his name and a suggestive pic of him, he’d look at you, surprised and waiting for you to say something, but you would just blush in embarassement. You’d get your phone back and run to your room to hide yourself. He would go after you and hug you, laughing at what he just discovered. Changkyun would tell you, while blushing as he looked in your eyes, that he finds your kink really sexy and he liked that you read those stuff abut him. He has his secrets as well and yours was really interesting in his eyes. I mean, it ment that you desired him, and that was all he wanted, because he already desired you. I see him kissing you after and asking you what he was doing in the smut so he can roleplay it with you. 

“Don’t be embarassed Y/N, I like it.” 

Originally posted by tochangkyun

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Love or Hate (Part 8 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: language, ego problems

A/N:  One phone call turns everything around. But is it enough?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -

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Tell Me To Smile

“Aw, come on girl, smile.” He says as, I pass.

“Hey, now smile” this time rolling along behind me just a yard or so away now.

“Why not give us a little smile?”

“You know, you would look so much prettier if you’d just smile” he calls out louder.

I stop walking.

This is not a new situation to me and, millions of women throughout the world. The act of something seemingly so simple as being compelled to smile by others (mostly men) and, living with its various consequences.

It is an everyday occurrence with varying intentions that are, left up to our instincts to interpret properly. In other words, it’s a pain in the ass. It can also be a grim matter of survival.

Intent can of course, range from  the casual and usually innocent, “Aw, it can’t be that bad, smile.”  To the aggressive and, obviously offensive, “What,  you to good to smile at me? Fuck you too bitch!”

See what I mean?

Personally, I try to take care when reacting to the calls and, remarks from those met along my path.  

They always range from my sweet and truly kind bus driver or the postman just passing along the sidewalk to the big  difference of someone following me as I make my way to work.

At this moment the latter seems bound and determined to get my attention.  

“Smile for me little momma” he snarls again.

When that fails to get his desired response from me, he resorts to the usual snarl of; “Damn girl, wouldn’t hurt you to smile. You ain’t all that.”

Slowly, I turn around and, give him exactly what he’s been asking of me this whole time.

All three blocks worth to be exact.

So, now he’s just a few feet from me and, I close the gap between us quicker than he could blink. Suddenly, sitting before me is a grown man straddling a rusty BMX and, sucking on the bent straw of a quick stop cup. His eyes squint when he sees me there and, I see he’s also a bit surprised at how easily the distance between us closed.

Yet, the smirk still remains on his lips as he casts a long look from my toes all the way up to what is now my full bright smile.

Except, he’s not smiling back. Now, I wonder why?

Well, I’ll just smile bigger so that he can see ALL of my teeth. Yes, that will do the trick.

There. Now he can see every single one of them in all their beautiful gleaming rows of sharp silver peaks.

Still, no smile back. Hmm.

Don’t you think that’s rude?

Okay, I’ll just open wider and give him the biggest smile that he’s ever seen.

His mouth is just gaping and starting to tremble a little though but, his eyes are stuck wide open.

“Aw, come on give us a scream.”,  I say in my sweetest voice; “You’ll look so much prettier when you scream…”


anonymous asked:

something that bothers me is how old kazuma was when he died. i know everyone seems to think he's "of age," but the way he's drawn he looks about hiyori's age. his eyes are very large in comparison to his face just like ebisu's were when ebisu was a teenager. so that makes me think kazuma was maybe 15-16. and if that's the case it makes kazubisha kind of iffy to me. what do you think?

  Well Adachitoka actually addressed this already in one of their omakes:

afaik, students turn 18 in their last year of high school, and they usually start uni when they turn 19. So Kazuma’s physical age probably ranges anywhere from 19 at the youngest to 23, although the omake makes it seem like Adachitoka’s intentions were that Kazuma looks to be a few years younger than Bishamon, maybe like a 19 year-old versus her being a little older than 20 (like 21-22 - Hiyori says “about 20,” so I’m guessing that’s like 20 plus-or-minus whatever). 

If I had to give headcanon physical ages though, I’d guess Kazuma was in his early twenties and Bisha to be in her mid-to-late twenties. Like he’d be 22 and she’d be 28 or something. But I can totally see your point about his character design, since bigger eyes seem to be a typical marker of youth, like how they drew young Takemikazuchi and Ebisu.

anonymous asked:

Ladies of your choice (+ Pharah pls) reactions to their crush complimenting them for something? :DD


  • She probably wouldn’t realize what they said at first, not that she isn’t used to compliments. Just never really paid much attention to them before.
  • After hearing what they say a second time around, expect a soft blush and smile, also her trying to shrug it off as if it were no big deal
  • Genuinely gets flustered (and a bit of a confidence boost) the more compliments they give her, and will try to alleviate it (the flusteredness) by complimenting them back
  • Doesn’t help cause crush looks really cute when they themselves are flustered, so it makes her even more so
  • Will 8/10 probably ask if they wanna see something cool? Like a mid-air trick she knows just to get those nice little chest butterflies seeing her crush awed and such~


  • She gets a little bit flustered at first, a light dusting of blush on her cheeks and maybe on her ears and doesn’t really make eye contact. Says thank you anyway
  • Once she cools down a little, she’d probably start getting a little cocky and ask if they wanna see some cool stuff, then will proceed to show them her best tricks
  • She will even pull the ‘hang onto my arm’ trick and lift them up with just her strength (if they’re smaller than she is that is)
  • If they’re bigger, she’d probably have them lay across her shoulders and do a round of squats with them still up there!
  • By the end, she has successfully covered her blush with that of training exhaustion (though, really, does she ever really get exhausted from her fave activity?)


  • 9.5/10 will probably dodge the compliment by saying it was nothing or just something that’s normal for her
  • But, even as she denies their affection as necessary, she will look either like light pink cotton candy, or a tomato, depending on how far her crush goes with the compliments
  • Though she hears similar things being said by others, it boosts her confidence more in herself when her crush says them
  • Would totes do a 5-man rez to impress them and then say its all in a days work, even though it really wasn’t too hard to keep everyone alive (depending on the situation of course)
  • Will get even more flustered than usual if they decided to wrap an arm around her shoulders or hug her whilst complimenting her