my love where shall we make love


make me choose | @allthenightstocome asked: favorite romantic relationship + vikings ► ragnar and lagertha

↳   “ Who knows, Ragnar, what the gods have in store for us. But this, I can never imagine. If you have gone to Heaven, then we will never meet again. And yet, I think Odin will ride like the wind, and rescue you, and take you to Valhalla, where you belong, my own sweet Ragnar. And there, there we shall meet again, and fight and drink and love one another. For I have never stopped loving you. Not for one moment. You and I were born to be together.

Haikyuu!! Fiction Recommendation Master Post

I have been meaning to make this post since a while now. Let’s share some love shall we? I recommend these fictions based on my personal judgment. If you see your work up here that’s cause I loved it to the moon and back! I welcome suggestions too! ^-^ 

♥ - ultimate fav

★ - they do the do

(★) - implied sexual activities 

ロ - unfinished 

■ - finished

✿ - multi chapters

KageHina (Kageyama x Hinata) 

Summary:  Kageyama balanced his cheek on his fist, leaning an elbow on the counter and smiling, “Do your parents know where you are, sweetie?”
“I— what?! Why would they— I’m twenty-three!”
Kageyama gasped sarcastically, “Are you! Well, I’ll be! I’m still gonna need to see some ID, though.”
“Amazing.” The boy laughed, “You really know how to sass someone who’s holding a gun to your face, huh?“

Summary: There he was.The redhead clicked the notification and waited impatiently for the page to load.“hello again, sunshine! working on any new pieces lately? i’d love to see your progress if you want to share! hope today was great for you!” Hinata grinned from ear to ear as he typed his reply, “i started a new piece just for you, blueberry! here’s what i’ve got so far! :)”

 Summary: A smutty, drunken one-shot for ‘Anonymous asked a question’ 

Summary:  Hinata pines.

Summary:  Oh. He’d never seen anyone give him that expression before. Not with so much raw sincerity. And for a moment, Kageyama had to look away, swallowing awkwardly, thinking that maybe he had just looked into the sun itself. 

Note: Part of a series. The continuation: Facing the Sun

Summary: It’s too dark to go over the mountain, he’d said. You might get hurt, he’d said. What will we do if you can’t play in the practice match on Monday, he’d said. Kageyama had said a lot of things and in the end, he’d coaxed Hinata into staying the night because yeah, everything was true, and yeah, maybe he would be better off spending the night at Kageyama’s, but then they’re changing for bed and Hinata is in nothing but boxers and a shirt and Kageyama is cupping his jaw in both hands and kissing like he might fall of the face of the earth if he doesn’t and Hinata thinks that maybe, Kageyama had some ulterior motives.

Summary: 'Kageyama doesn’t know why Hinata’s face rubs him the wrong way—it just does. So one day, in an attempt to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes Hinata’s Shouyou’s fucking face so fucking annoying, he begins to catalogue all the things that really tick him off.This proves to be startlingly revelatory.’–A thought-provoking study and critical analysis of Hinata Shouyou’s stupid face, by Kageyama Tobio.

Summary:  Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn’t mean anything–probably. Maybe.

Summary: When Hinata Shouyou is 13 years old, his village is raided by pirates. Most everything Hinata knows is destroyed in the attack, lost to the flames, but he and his sister are pulled from the wreckage by a boy with eyes the color of a storm. Their lives are saved, but irrevocably altered - their home is lost forever, and there is something strange about the pirates, something blurry and shadowed and wrong. A darkness is rising out of the depths of the ocean. The sea itself is stirring, and nothing can stop it when it wakes.

Summary: Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you. In which Hinata’s lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

Summary:  Once a year, all the villages that follow the way of the sun offer up one of their own to be taken to the sun god’s divine temple. Kageyama Tobio, an orphan and loner, never wanted to be chosen—and until the sun god appeared, no one ever wanted to choose him, either. All Tobio wants is to find a place he fits in. What he actually gets is another story entirely.

Summary: The rainforest expedition is to last a full year—365 days of living under the lush canopy of trees. Danger looms. Adventure awaits. The jungle calls. Hinata Shouyou has never wanted anything more. Or so he thinks, until he meets a curious stranger there, who shows him what it means to be truly needed. AKA Tarzan au

Note: the art for this fic are gorgeous

Summary:  It was the boots that caught his attention. They looked new and expensive sticking up from the tall grass, visible from the small trail Shoyo was walking on. He cautiously trudged closer, almost against his will.
What Shoyo didn’t notice, however, was the creature watching him; blue eyes following the oblivious human like a prey. AKA creature!Kageyama au

Summary: 'This was how Shouyou, prince of the kingdom on the hill, ended up sitting on the wooden floor in front of the fire, roasting all the different kinds of meats in the crackling flames to eat. When he was done, he flopped over backwards, sprawling over the floor. Kageyama was watching him again. Shouyou rolled lazily onto his stomach and rested his head on his arm, smiling at him. “That was good,” he said. The food had been delicious. Watching Kageyama eat had been more so; the way his throat worked to swallow as he drank down the creamy, white milk, his white teeth as they sank into the succulent, tender meat, the little groans and sighs of pleasure he made as he tasted it. It had all made Shouyou so very, very hungry for more.’

Summary:  Life as a scrap hunter isn’t very eventful. Shoyo travels across the massive wasteland of an electronics dump in Area 5C every day, searching for machines, gadgets and batteries to sell. Stood in his yellow overall, one boot on a broken toaster, his voltage-tracker suddenly goes frantic in his hand. It’s detected something. Something big.

KuroTsuki (Kuroo x Tsukishima)

Summary: “I see you like it Between the Sheets.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your drink. It’s good stuff but I’m more of a Blowjob kinda guy.”

Summary: Kei types up an unapologetic flyer titled: Are You Missing Your Underwear? It explains his cat’s thievery and gives his address. He prints a few out and half-heartedly puts them up on his street and at the local store on his way to university. Basically, Kei’s cat is trying to hook him up with the neighborhood hottie.

Summary:  Kuroo and Tsukki lie in bed together being cute.

Summary:  Kuroo needs to come clean, for once in his life, and Tsukishima should probably just start trying to be a better person. It’s hard, though, when things are just so easy like this.

Summary:  Tsukishima has never held a boy’s hand before. Kuroo is desperate to learn every line in his palm. This relationship, they begin to realize, might not end in pain after all.

Summary:  Getting up in the middle of the night to pee really shouldn’t have been such a huge commitment.

Summary:  Maybe it was destiny that Kuroo Tetsurou was meant to fall in love with Tsukishima Kei despite the fact that he was a ghoul, humanity’s natural enemy and Kei was one-hundred percent human.

IwaOi (Iwaizumi x Oikawa)

Summary: "Iwaizumi-san is definitely a top.” “I’d say Oikawa. He seems to like being in charge.” Matsukawa laughed at this, surveying the club members. “It’s a shame that we’ll never be able to find out who’s right.” Unfortunately, they do find out.

Summary:  He always got strangely sentimental, the closer he got to his heat. Which is precisely why today, he should not have shown up to the practice match. He knew better. Had always done better.

Summary: “You’re so cruel to me,” Oikawa whined down the line, and Iwaizumi snorted at that. “All I try to do is be nice, and here you are, saying all I want to do is talk shit on Ushiwaka! Which, you know, I do, but that’s beside the point. Do you like Ushiwaka, Iwa-chan?” “Of course I don’t, what are you -,” “Because I could just get him to fuck me instead.” (Oikawa had slipped into a bad habit of teasing him like this, and he’d had enough of it. It was time for Iwaizumi to shut Oikawa up, and to shut him up good.)

Summary:  “The skirt seems like a fantastic idea in Oikawa’s head.” Oikawa tries a new method of seduction on Iwaizumi, and it proves effective, though not as he expected it would be.

Summary: Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, “Last time was supposed to be a one time thing,” he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.Oikawa’s lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi’s, “One time thing, Two time thing, what’s it matter as long as it’s not a Relationship thing?”

Summary:  In which Oikawa is a demon whose job is contracting humans for their souls, and his next victim is Iwaizumi. Somehow, what is supposed to be a quick case turns into a two year long affair – and then some.

Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru is a prince and Iwaizumi Hajime is his knight. “I want…I want…” Oikawa opened his eyes and for once Iwaizumi wished he couldn’t read them so well. ‘You. I want you,’ they said. Iwaizumi couldn’t let Oikawa say it for real, he couldn’t. It would destroy him. So he crashed his lips against Oikawa’s, silencing him, consoling him. “I know,” he whispered once they finally parted. He didn’t need to say that it didn’t matter what Oikawa wanted – what either of them wanted. They both knew already.

Summary: ‘A gift for you.’ Matsukawa’s voice echoed in his mind as he recalled the way his high school friend had slyly passed him a folded shopping bag under the table while they were in the middle of lunch. Matsukawa had insisted he look at it only when he got home, and feeling foolishly happy about the spur of the moment gift, he agreed. He wished, in hindsight, that he had looked instead. And that he had throttled Matsukawa for even thinking it was an appropriate gift.

Summary:  Oikawa might be a jealous person, but even that is nothing compared to the intrinsic possessiveness that all dragons have.

Summary:  for the “the new handyman’s hot so i’m gonna keep breaking stuff” au. Iwaizumi is the Handsome Handyman, and Oikawa is… Oikawa?

Summary:  There were things they always came back to. Some of those things were each other.
Or, Oikawa gets hit by an early heat, Iwaizumi carries him home. Something changes for the both of them.

Summary:  Despite common belief, making sure you don’t have to work a single day in your life is hard work. Luckily, Oikawa has mastered the skill.
But when his new target is the awfully… practical businessman Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa’s skills are put to the test, since Iwaizumi refuses to spend money on him. Yet, the two can’t ignore their mutual attraction, but with such different expectations for the relationship, there’s bound to be trouble.

Summary: This shower will be quick, Oikawa decides, reaching up for his luffa. He then goes to reach for his body wash. His eyes widen when he narrows in on the two objects in his hands. The luffa is white, and the body wash brand says Old Spice, something musky and masculine. Oikawa has never owned Old Spice in his entire life, and his luffa is definitely not white, looking like it came from some cheap dollar store.~AU where Oikawa accidentally stumbles into the wrong apartment

You Can't Spell Elementarily Without "ily"

Alfred has never liked English.

 It wasn’t exciting, it was tedious, and it could be utterly ridiculous. (Some authors choose certain names because they like them, not because they are trying to insert some secret meaning!) But what he hated most of all was how unstraightforward it all was. There was no one “right” answer, and a lot of things depended on personal opinion. Alfred hated that. He was a math and science guy, and he liked things to be clear-cut and concise

The only reason he was taking LitAnalysis301 was because he needed the credits to graduate. Alfred wished he got his credits out of the way last year, but instead he spent his freshman year of college exploring fields and majors. If only he’d hadn’t been so stupid. 

And of course it didn’t help that he took the class at eight am. Damn it for being the only time left

Alfred was doodling as the professor entered the room. At least the professor’s cute. Professor Arthur Kirkland was a man of a small stature, with sandy blond hair and really thick eyebrows, large enough to be the cause of a nickname. He had piercing emerald eyes that stared right through you, and he was British, making many swoon with his accent. 

(If he were being honest, it made Alfred swoon a bit as well.) 

Professor Kirkland cleared his throat.
“I hope you all did the reading last night, because you will all be writing an essay on your findings. Due in 3 days. Futhermore, turn to page 367 in your textbooks….”

Alfred complied, trying not to get too distracted. The class wasn’t too difficult, being as mostly freshmen took it, however, Professor Kirkland was so enchanting that Alfred often found himself captivated in his mannerisms and the musicality of his voice rather than what he was saying. It didn’t help that it seemed like Professor Kirkland gazed at him more than the other students either.

 However, Alfred felt guilty. He was loathe to admit it, but he had a crush on his english professor. A guy wayyy older than him. He was gross. 

Alfred couldn’t help it! Kirkland was way too cute for his own good: the way his eyebrows scrunched up when he was grading, his snarkiness, his passion, the way his eyes lit up when he was teaching something he was excited about, his sorry attempts at jokes, the way he tried to lighten the mood when he could tell everyone was having a bad morning, his gruffiness, his laughter, his rare smile that made Alfred’s heart melt. 

 Alfred knew he shouldn’t, but he found every excuse to spend time with the man one-on-one. He would take longer than necessary getting his materials packed up, he would stay after class to ask about things that he actually had no trouble with, and he would attend all the events Kirkland suggested, (would also attend) even if they weren’t required. 

 He just tried his damn best to impress him. Alfred would answer questions in class, lead discussions, try to show how much of a leader and a good person he was, do all his homework, and spend all-nighters writing perfect essays. 

And for what? It seemed like it was for nothing. Kirkland never really noticed Alfred, barely even saying “well done” on his near perfect essays. Near perfect! By Kirkland standards! A feat practically impossible to achieve! 

So against his better judgements, (and his best friend Kiku’s very cautious warnings and ill-advisement) Alfred bought roses (Kirkland’s favorite, he did his research) and marched up to Kirkland one day after class. 

“Uh, Professor Kirkland?” Alfred blushed slightly, nervously shuffling his feet. 

“Yes Jones?” 

 He knows my name! Holy fuck- calm down Jones, you can do this. Alfred took a deep breath and shoved the roses at the Brit’s face. “I really like you!” Smooth, Jones.

The professor blushed, accepting the roses and setting them down. “Jones-” 

“Please, it’s Alfred.” 

Alfred  then, listen I’m touched, but-” 

Alfred interrupted him. “Yes I know I’m disgusting, I’m 20 and you’re probably almost double my age and I shouldn’t have a crush on you but I do because you’re amazing and funny and I hate English and Literature but I like you, and-”

 “Alfred please, listen to me.” Alfred raised his head, ashamed.
Kirkland put his hand on Alfred’s cheek. “I’m not disgusted by you, I mean sure it’s a little unconventional, but I’m in no place to talk, seeing as I, uh, rather fancy you too-” he was cut off by Alfred’s lips crashing into his, which he promptly responded to. After they broke away from each other, Alfred was grinning ear to ear, and Arthur had a light blush on him as well. However, his expression still became more serious 

 “Alfred, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think we can see each other. And let me finish!” Arthur said, seeing that Alfred’s mouth had started to open. “It’s not that I don’t like you, and the age difference isn’t a problem, I’m only 24. Yes, I know, surprising. But I’m your teacher. You’re my student. It wouldn’t be right.” 

Alfred wanted to say many things. He wanted to say that who cared. He wanted to say that they could be careful. He wanted to say that if they just weren’t caught that they could work. But Alfred knew deep in his heart that Arthur was right. They couldn’t. He sighed. “You’re right.”

I’m so sorry-” 

“But what if I wasn’t your student! After this class. I wouldn’t be your student. We could date then, couldn’t we? 

“I suppose we could…” 

 “We can! I’ll wait for you.” 

Arthur smiled. Alfred grinned back. 

“Now I know why you seemed to always stare at me.” 

 Arthur blushed. “I-I-I- hoped you wouldn’t notice! I was that obvious?” Alfred chuckled, nodding. “I couldn’t help it! You’re too captivating.” Arthur smacked his chest. “You see I wanted to give you full marks on your papers, but I have a reputation to uphold.

 Alfred shook his head. “Understandable.” 

“I noticed, you know.” 

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Noticed what?” 

 “How you tried your best to spend time with me.“ It was Alfred’s turn to blush. 

 “It was cute.” Arthur gave him a peck on the cheek.

 Eventually they exchanged numbers, both heading their separate ways. In class, nothing changed. But in reality, they texted and called and hung out as friends, but nothing more. Not until Alfred was done with that that class, where upon the first day he could, he kissed Arthur hard on the lips, who responded by putting his arms around Alfred. 

 “Shall we make up for all the time we missed?” Alfred smiled, gazing into Arthur’s eyes, still as beautiful as ever. 

 “Of course love. I’m tired of waiting.”




When we were young

-A/N: I had a long time that I didn’t write something and FINISH IT. Sorry for the late requests I hadn’t post. But I feel like I needed to get rid of the dust and write something. That might be the reason for the awful name of this. I hope you don’t think the one-shot is also awful. Requests are open. Also the tag squad (send PM) 

Request:  Hi again! I saw that you’re accepting requests Could you do one where Chris is taking home to meet his family for the first time, then once you get there Mr. or Mrs. Evans doesn’t seem to like you that much. You and Chris don’t understand why until later on that night when you find out that they dated one of your parents back when they were young and were still holding a grudge about that past? I hope that’s okay.

Warnings: None, past relationship, mother in law? hahaha


(Based on When we were young, by Adele)

Chris reached my thigh while he was driving. I sighed.

“Both hands in the wheel. Do you want your mom to hate me even more because I caused an accident while you were driving?” I sighed. I was talking very serious.

“I’ve told you she doesn’t hate you. She just… is figuring a way to love you” I smiled.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to put you in an awkward position. But I just feel like she’s given up on me.” I felt a nod in my throat. I was about to cry. I promise, this wasn’t sabotage or anything like that. Since the moment I met my mother in law, she had built a wall between us, which I try to climb.

“I know you don’t. I just don’t get why you can’t get along. I know you both, I sincerely thought it’d be different”

“So did I” I sighed again. This was my favorite weather. But also, the one that made me blue. The rain started to hit the windows. “I’m willing to try, Chris. Help me, enlighten me, please… I don’t want to push her, I just want you to accept me.”

“You’re so sweet” he laughed. I don’t know if he was being sarcastic or he was serious.

“No, listen. I feel so pathetic. This is like I’m 15 years old and I’m pointing at her for not liking me. Am I too immature for telling you?”

“Well…” he began, then he laughed “you’re just sweet, as long as you don’t get obsessed with that”


“Wow, why can’t you get along if you’ve got the same voice when you say my name?”


We arrived to his parents’ house. I had baked her favorite dessert. Chris’s advice. He had taught me a little bit about how to treat her. Everything was checked in my mind, I had planned how everything was going to be through the evening.

“Hey, mom” I smiled.

“Hello, love” I gave them their space, he hugged her and then kissed the top of her head.

“Y/N brought your favorite dessert” Chris grabbed my waist and introduced me into the talk.

“Oh, I see… hello, y/n. I’ll put this on the kitchen. Do you want coco?”

“I’d love some” I murmured. She didn’t even say thank you.


“Mom, is my yearbook here?” Chris asked. Lisa nodded while she left her cup of coco on the table.

“Let me hand it to you” she stood and Chris denied with his head.

“Why don’t you talk with your adorable daughter in law while I look for it?”

“Delightful” she murmured. She stood up anyway.

“Do you like me?” I closed my eyes… shit, that wasn’t my question. She looked at me “I mean, did you like the pie? I meant the pie… not me” I tried to fix it. She sighed.

“It was good. Almost perfect, like you” the thing about the Evans was that it was really hard to detect their sarcasm.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, you’re my son’s fiancée and… I tolerate you.” She smiled at me, but there wasn’t anything hypocrite on that smile. She was telling the truth.

“Why? Why don’t you let me in, Lisa?” she shrugged.

“You wouldn’t understand, dear. I think Chris might need help, excuse me”


It wasn’t like I planned. Obviously. Maybe I should ignore the fact that our relationship was going to be passive-aggressive forever. But I wanted to know why. I felt Chris’s arms around my waist. He held me closer. He covered my body with his.

“Thank you for trying, baby” he kissed my shoulder.

“I think I need to quit too, for the best” he kissed my neck and then my cheek. His hands were covering my abdomen when I smiled.

“Maybe… but when you said that she had given up on you, I was glad you hadn’t given up on her, if you feel like it’s time to give it a break, I support you.” I rolled in the bed to be on top of him. I felt his breath against my lips. My arms were next to each side of his head. I kissed him.

“Everybody deserves a second chance… or thirty” I smiled against his lips.

“What are you up to?”

“Well… no offense, but everything had happened when you were around, so maybe if I… ask her out, just the two of us, I could try again, after that, I’ll give up.”

“I love your diabolical mind” I felt his hands traveling through my bare back “And I’m about to love you even more…” he moved to be on top of me. I laughed when I felt his amused lips against my neck.


“Hey, Lisa!” I waved. She stopped and I felt a little kick in my stomach and in my ego.

“Hello, dear. Where’s Chris?” she immediately asked. I shrugged.

“He couldn’t make it. So… it’s just us” I smiled “Shall we?” We began our way to the Red Sox Stadium.


We had been quiet, until the second inning, where I asked her if she wanted a hot dog. She nodded.

“How do you like it?” I inquired. She didn’t pay attention. “Lisa, how would you like me?” I meant it this time.

“Ketchup only” I handed her the hot dog and paid for it.

“I asked you something” she bit her hot dog and looked at me.

“You have his eyes” she smoothly spoke.

“Excuse me?” she smiled and reached my face. It took me by surprise.

“Your eyes… are like your dad’s.”

“I don’t understand, Lisa”

“You might need to buy me a beer if you want me to say it” she smiled. Kindly.

“But I can’t join you, alright?”


And in the fifth inning, she began talking. “We need to go home” I nodded.



Chris had told me not to push her that she usually thinks a lot the words she wants to free from her mouth. I looked at her while she poured two glasses of wine. She handed mine, and when she sat, she smiled again. She was really pretty when she did that.

“Well, you remind me of your dad, y/n. You’ve got those big, curious… expressive eyes. Has anyone told you that?” I nodded.

“So… you know my dad?” she stood up and grabbed a book, in-between pages, she reached a picture and gave it to me.

“I do. I met him long time ago. We were in the same grade, shared classes and friends. I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I promised to myself I wouldn’t do it, but… your dad was such a special man, he was funny and interesting, he was spontaneous, outrageous, he was very smart and a total leader, that’s why I couldn’t avoid falling in love with him. You remind me a lot of him. You’ve got those same features. You’re the girl I’ve chosen myself for Chris. But…” she stop talking. I was speechless. Holy shit.

“I guess it was just like a movie… when we were young.” She was in silence as she sadly smiled “We made mistakes that tore us apart and he hurt me as much as I hurt him. When we split up, I remember being by myself, wishing him for the best. Then you came to my life, proving that you had been the best. I felt really bad, but I wasn’t honest when I wished him that. And seeing you, everybody loving you… the way you talked and some of your moves are very y/d/n. I guess I had punished myself…. And you as well for something that happened long, long time ago”


“I’m so sorry” she grabbed my hand with tears in her eyes. I was already in tears. “It wasn’t your fault. I see you’re a good girl that loves my Chris very, very much” I cleaned my tears. And stood up. I went to the car and took the small package I had carried for days. I made my way back her house and saw her cleaning her tears.

“I don’t have anything to forgive you for. This is for you” she started to open the gift and discover the inside.

“Oh, my God” her shaking hands held the romper.

“I just wanted that your grandchild arrived to a place where he or she knows that grandma and mommy are family” she hugged me and looked at my cup of wine.

“I was hoping you weren’t one of those girls that doesn’t like to drink around older people. But this…”

“I know… Chris is going to kill me for telling you”

“He’s not going to do anything to my daughter in law or my grandbaby” she hugged me and caressed my hair. I sighed.

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Teacher Headcanons!

A/N: When I wrote my high school headcanons I always thought about doing one where the squad are teachers, but I never did! So I’m doing it now! Thanks to @a-schuylerr , after I saw your headcanons they inspired me to finally write this!

 Masterlist | Request! | My previous fic!

Let’s start with Eliza, shall we?

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Man Face Monday - This Face Makes the World Better Edition

Hello Cupcakes! I have a cold. Invest in Puffs. I am making huge purchases of the with Lotion variety. Happily, Mr. Man’s face has provided a pleasant distraction from the coughing and the ick. I have gone back to find some fun older images from a season past, when at least the faintest smile crossed his lovely mug. Let’s do some face, shall we? Let me know if you had a favorite. 

My personal favorite of the set. Pillow mountains and lovely everything. 

But then, wow. Pretty. 

Happy face makes me happy as well. 

I love the dangerous eyes. Scary pretty.

Pillow mountains, FTW.

To close on a very happy note, here’s a super smiley gif I did not make. Bless the giftmaker with many hugs and chocolates, universe. 

So, that is Monday. That is some Man Face worth thinking about all week, I hope. Very excited to see where the show is going. Very excited to read amazing Olicity fanfics to get me through the various and sundry. I hope that you have a very wonderful week ahead. I recommend you save that gif and put it somewhere to lift your spirits on the down days!

Until Wednesday, my friends. Until Wednesday. Tags after the break. 

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Aiden x Reader (Requested by Anon)

Morning! Can I request a reader x aiden from teen wolf story please? Aiden and Reader get into an argument and aiden raises his arms in frustration and the reader instinctively flinches. Aiden is heartbroken because he thinks the reader is now scared of him and all he wants is for her to trust him and make her feel safe? Thank you love ❤

(AN: I’ll be doing this one in Aiden’s perspective just because I think that would better fit the request)

(Y/N) and I have been dating for quite awhile. Not too long, but awhile. We knew some secrets about each other, but not all. She often argued with me over whether or not I should help out Scott and the others. She thought it was too dangerous, even though I was werewolf and could very well protect myself. I mean, have you seen me?

Anyways, tonight was one of those nights. I wanted to go help Scott and Stiles with a few things, and she didn’t want me to leave, fearing I wouldn’t come home later. It was a completely irrational fear, but she didn’t get that.

“What if something happens to you? What if I don’t see you again?!” She looked frantic as she asked me for the twentieth time.

“I’ll be fine! You don’t know half the shit I went through before I joined Scott. If anything happens, it won’t do much to me!”

“But what about last week? You came home a bloody mess after telling me that same thing! I don’t wanna wake up to blood trails in the house and you bleeding out on the couch!” She shouted back. Her eyes looked panicked and she couldn’t hold her hands still as she expressed her concern for me.

I know she only worried because someone in her family had gone out to do a simple mundane task and they ended up getting murdered. She doesn’t want that to happen to me, but she needs to learn to relax.

“(Y/N) I’ll be fine!”

“But what if you’re not!”

“How many times do I have to say it?! Nothing’s gonna happen to me and I’ll come home just fine! Just trust me!” I raised my hands as I let out a grunt of frustration and my eyes widened.

I made a mistake.

The moment my hands had reached up, (Y/N) flinched. Her whole body flinched away from me and her eyes slammed shut as she closed in on herself.

She was bracing herself to be hit.

It was at that moment my heart broke. There were things in her past that she didn’t tell me. Dark times she didn’t want to relive, and I just about made her.

“(Y/N)?” She slightly flinched with the sound of my voice breaking the silence before she opened her eyes. They weren’t wide. If anything, they were calm as if nothing had happened and she only looked as if she was sleepy. But she didn’t answer me.

“(Y/N), talk to me babygirl,” I muttered. I decided to keep my distance because I didn’t want to scare her any more than I already did.

“You can go with Scott and Stiles if you want…” She whispered. At that, I knew she gave up and that she wanted to be left alone. She went to turn away and walk to our room when I spoke again.

“I don’t think I will.” She turned to me with her brows pulled together in confusion.


“I don’t want to go with them anymore. I’d rather stay here with my girlfriend and reassure her that I’d never hurt her and she has no reason to flinch away from me.” I gently said as I slowly walked to her, “She needs to know that she can trust me, no matter what her past says and that I’ll always lover her.”

She had a few tears race down her cheeks and I reached up to wipe them away before placing a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her body to mine. She slightly shook with each breath she took, trying to calm down.

“I don’t ever want you to be scared of me, okay? I’m here to keep you safe and to protect you and to love you. Okay, babydoll?” I mumbled into her hair. I felt her nod against my chest.

“I love you…” She muttered, sounding muffled because I was holding her so close.

“I love you too,” I pulled her away and placed a soft kiss on her lips before smirking and picking her up bridal style, “Where to mi’lady? A marathon of Friends in the bedroom? A good burger from that sketchy restaurant down the street?”

“Neither,” She giggled. God, I loved her giggle. It left a warm feeling in my chest every time I heard it.

“Then what shall we do?” I asked as I nuzzled her cheek, making her laugh again.

“Can we take a bath?” She sweetly asked, a light blush flooding her cheeks as I smirked.

“Well of course. Anything for you,” I said as I carried her to the bathroom.

I can only hope I never do what I did tonight again and I hope she ends up telling me her past so I can better understand. But I also want her to know she never has anything to worry about with me. And hopefully, with time, she will.

anonymous asked:

some sweet love making between the missus and harry after a really fun day with the kids and everyone just loves each other so much

And the babies are all asleep for a big late afternoon nap after a trip to the zoo or aquarium or children’s museum, so they sneak away for a little ‘nap’ of their own. 

It would so sweet and silly. They’re having sex and they’re going to get each other off, but it’s not really focused on the fucking, you know? Just being with each other and making each other feel good (and not just in a sexual way). Nipping at Harry’s ears when she pulls his shirt over his head, Harry blowing raspberries on her neck. “Should I tell a joke?” Reveling in the way her belly jumps under him as she laughs.  

 The missus stopping to get something out of his teeth. “Ooh, baby, you got something in your teeth.” She prods her fingertips at his eyebrows, to the sparse hairs that grow in between. “Can I just get the little ones riiight here?” 

“Do I taste gross? Feel like I have garlic breath.” 

“No. I’m surviving,” she’d tease, nudging his cheek with her nose and giggling in the space between them when he feigns looking all offended. 

Harry pausing to admire the soft, tiny bush she’s growing out, nuzzling his nose into it, and telling her how cute and fluffy it is.  

Running his hands down her calves and deciding: “I needa paint your toes for you.” 

Her getting a little tingly rush of affection, and reaching for him, so he crawls back up from between her legs and she cradles his face in her hands to bring it close enough so she can kiss him. 

“Love you.” 

“I love you too.” Little butterfly kisses to the tops of her cheeks, a tiny nose nuzzle. “Will you pluck this for me?” He prods at the mole on his chin, to the taunt, dark hair that sprouts free from the middle. 

She scrubs her fingers along the prickly stubble on his jaw. “Yeah, I’ll get it for you.” 

Harry fumbling with the stuck clasp of her bra, eyebrows furrowed, lip between his teeth and mumbling to himself about how you need a uni degree to take a bra off these days. 

“Please hold,” he jokes, practically chest to chest with her as he reaches around to try and get the hooks free. “This is so sexy, innit?” 

And the missus is giggling. “Got it? Need some help back there?” He finally pulls it free with a pleased cheer, tossing it to the floor. 

“Are you okay? Comfy?”

And she just nods, running her hands through his hair when he dips down to kiss and love on her soft tummy. Where all of their babies have grown. 

Teasing him about leaving his socks on when she notices he never pulled them off, and promising she thinks it’s cute. 

“M’feet get so cold anyway!”  Murmuring: “Feel good?” When he earns a whimpered moan with just his fingers stroking that prized little spot inside her, kissing her inner thigh as he works his fingers. “Gonna kiss ya  right here in a minute, promise.” 

Shifting around when he pushes forward from between her legs, after making her cum twice,  face puckering up. “Sorry, leg cramp.”

“Are you okay?” she worries, a little breathless. 

“Yeah. M’fine.” Though it comes out a little strained, and he kisses her bare shoulder. 

She kisses his full, lower lip as his mouth falls open with pleasure from the flicks of her thumb over the spot under the head that always makes him fall apart, loving how he squeezes his eyes shut and moans into her shoulder. 

“Good?” she whispers, to which she earns an: ‘Mm…uh huh.’ 

And then it’s slow and sleepy thrusts and tasting each other’s moans, warm skin mingling together, and making each other giggle in between. Her fingertips trailing down his bum, coaxing up a surprised little moan from tickling the sensitive skin, and him nuzzling her breasts with his cheek. 

“Feels so good, baby. You feel so good.”   

Clutching each other as their orgasms wash over them. Laying on each other, breathless and blissful, and completely sated, sponging small kisses to each other’s faces, tracing fingertips on skin, exchanging a smile when they push the hair out of each other’s faces. 


“Hi, you.”

Happy to be cuddled together a little while more, falling asleep wrapped up in each other, actually getting a tiny nap in before the kids start stirring.    


you don’t deserve freedom|| tony stark + steve rogers

Originally posted by stark-industries

Originally posted by luvinchris

You are the fiercely protective wife to Tony Stark and a key member to his side of the Civil War. Six months after the entire endeavor you come across the path of T’Challa, who you demand takes you to see Steve Rogers. You are hell bent on letting him know how badly he betrayed the man you love. 



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Little bunny foo foo

Hello, Love Bunnies! (See what I did there? I pulled a gaming Phil on your guys.)

Phil X Reader

Warnings- Fluffy like a  soft chick or a bunny in a patch of grass nibbling at the blades.

Hey, seeing as it’s the Easter season, could you possibly do a Phil x reader fic where it’s basically just fluff like feeding each other bits of chocolate from the easter eggs in the morning??? Thank ily 💙💙💙 - @leinajanson

“The Easter bunny has gone overboard this year. I think we fell into the chocolate factory. ” Phil squeezed you in a tight hug before pushing you towards the giant basket that was filled with every treat you could think of. “ I think the basket I made for you is about ninety-five percent smaller.”

“Don’t worry I may or may not have also added extra things I have a particular fondness for.” You turned to give him a hug and a tickle into his sides before going to explore the basket. You pulled out sweets from home that your mother had obviously sent to Phil to add to the basket. You were sure he had bought every type of chocolate in the store even if he had never heard of it. There was also mass amounts of candy mixed into the bright purple basket. You decided to take everything out of the basket to inspect it all. You moved a bag of skittles before finding a little-stuffed animal sitting in the bottom holding a note. 

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a collection of things maria cosway said about angelica schuyler to thomas jefferson


“Have you seen yet the lovely Mrs. Church? You Must have seen her by this time: what do you think of her? She Colls’ me her Sister. I coll’ her My dearest Sister. If I did not love her so Much I should fear her rivalship, but no I give you free permission to love her with all your heart, and I shall feel happy if I think you keep me in a little corner of it, when you admit her even to reing Queen.” (emphasis mine)


“Our friend Mr: de la Luzerne is here, Mrs. Church, we should go to see Many beautifull villas, enjoy all the best England can afford and make the rest up with our own Society.”

“Where do you think I am at present? and with whom? How Much we wish for you and think of you and speak of you, it is the amiable Mrs: Church, you know her, that is enough, and you are Capable of feeling the value of this lovely woman.”

“Mrs. Church has told me to say many things to you; I reccomand My self to be admitted to half she deserves of affection from you, t’will be a good share but never so much as I have for you—adiu.”


“you shall share my envy between Mrs: Church and you, for I envy both excessively for the reciprocal pleasure you will have in one anothers Company; and your return when is it to be?”


My Angelica has been the greatest joy on my return. She has flatterd me much by telling me my name was mentiond in most of the letters which come from America.”

“Now this will Come accompanied by One from the Most charming of woman, My Angelica, I love her so much that I think and am persuaded she must be beloved by every One who know her, therefore give value to every thing which Comes from her Or she Notices with her regard. I will think she has Some attachment for me and I value it much. My great fear is that soon I shall loos her, I even thought I should not find her in England, but have been fortunate to meet this pleasure On my arrival, and certainly she was a great consolation to me. “


You will soon have the pleasure of seeing the Charming Anjelica. I loose her with Much regret she is the woman I love Most, and feel Most happy with in this Country.”

I’m not saying she was gay. but.

400 Followers Celebration Challenge!

Hey guys!  Welcome to my new challenge to celebrate 400 followers!  It’s been one hell of a ride, let me tell you, to get to this point.

I wanted to explain first, that I’m using this as an emotional challenge for myself, I feel like I get stuck in a bit of a rut sometimes and that all my work starts to feel on the same emotional level.  In saying that, whichever word is picked will also set the mood for the story.  (Challenge the hell out of me, seriously)

So, pretty basic principle, send me a word, a quote and a character for either The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings (I will also accept modern requests for both of these, just include that in your request) or Supernatural.  I will be taking three for each word and quote before crossing them off (can be three from any fandom, I won’t be that strict) and you can of course make multiple requests!  I’ll keep this open till the end of the month (depending on how many I get), so it gives me time to get some more things out and time to start preparing the ones I receive as we go, but I plan to start posting these up on the 1st of June!  (Standard 10am Sydney time)  Of course, if other writers wish to use this challenge, then please free, but tag me in them so I can read what others get up to.  ;)

Yeah, so, take a pick, have a think about it and send in those requests!

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Can we talk about Victor and Yuri for a second

As though we aren’t already talking about them. But I just had to say I one of my favourite things about this ship is actually that the two communicate in English together.

It’s hard to see when the anime is dubbed in Japanese but I find the show does a good job of throwing in little bits of english and Victors general confusion when Yuri’s fam is talking. It would be super cool if in the English dub, Yuri’s parents actually spoke Japanese with subs but I suppose they won’t do that. Still it would be adorable :,)

Anyways back to why I love that they speak English! So basically I just think it’s the most adorable thing that they are both communicating in their 2nd maybe even 3rd language with one another and still seem to be so totally infatuated with each other. Like their English is probably good but I don’t imagine it’s as elaborate as what the subs make it out to be. And yet they still are on the same page all the time and completely understand the intention the other one has when speaking. This sort of thing just makes my heart melt because they don’t need conventional communication to want to be with one another. If that ain’t true love then I don’t know what is.

Also I’m totally down with all the cute little moments where Yuri just admires Victor as he listens to him speak Russian, and likewise with Victor being proud of Yuri despite not understanding what he’s saying. (This stuff makes for great fanfic material too >//w//<)

So yeah that’s basically it. I love this so much and am trying very hard to get this across in some form of illustration, so we shall see how it goes :,)

In summary…


Brannyn Lavellan, post-Trespasser… waiting to see his vhenan after far too long apart. 

“Oh, it absolutely breaks my heart to see such a handsome man drinking alone… and all because of me. Tell me, how can I make my way back into your good graces?”

“Mmm… Let’s start with making sure I don’t finish this drink alone… and then see where the evening takes us, shall we?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas on that particular topic… but first… Maker, it’s good to see you. It seems I’ve grown rather fond of you, Amatus.” 

“Ar lath ma, you ridiculous man.”

“I love you, too, incorrigible elf.”

shibuemiyuu  asked:

For my last question and confirmation, I'd like to know your opinion for the whole actor that had played Chizuru and Hijikata, and who is your favorite? :)

Okay! That makes this fun and easy :) I haven’t gotten asked this a lot–ever, actually lol–so let’s dive right in, shall we? Gonna start with the Chizuru’s first because I love all the Chizuru’s. They’re all unique in their own ways. 

1. Yoshida Hitomi (Saitou-hen) - Probably my least favorite of the Chizuru actresses. She’s very cute in the Live, where she’s not over-emoting/crying half the time, but she just doesn’t feel like Chizuru to me. 

2. Yamamoto Sayaka (Okita-hen) - The first musical I saw was Okita-hen and I remember thinking how beautiful Sayaka was and how lovely her singing voice was. Plus, I’m slightly biased, because my favorite Chizuru moment is in this musical and she delivers it perfectly. 

3. Kikuchi Mika (Hijikata-hen) - Mika took some getting used to but I find I rather like her. She’s not terrible or anything she’s just… so-so? It’s hard because I didn’t really feel a lot of chemistry between her and Hiroshi in their roles but she can at least sing and does a beautiful job of it. Overall though, she doesn’t stand out.

4. Tomita Maho (Kazama-hen) - I remember being blown away by her singing from the first moment she stepped on the stage. It’s not easy being pitted against Shougo vocally because he is amazing, but I feel like Maho held her own and their duets are some of the best in the musicals. She did an amazing job and I’m rather fond of her. 

5. Tanoue Marina (Heisuke-hen) - Hands down my favorite. I love, love, love, LOVE Marina. I think it’s probably because I have a huge bias with Heisuke’s route being my favorite romantically (of the original six routes at least lol) and just she and Junya got along SO well and it showed. They had lots of interviews where they talked about the bond between Heisuke and Chizuru and how much they wanted to do justice to that and I think they did a phenomenal job. She’s cute as hell and a beautiful singer. I just really like Marina XD

6. Fujikoso Yumi (Shinsengumi Kitan) - The first Chizuru since the cast change and I think probably the most underrated or under-appreciated mainly because there’s really been a lack of enthusiasm for Shinsengumi Kitan. Yumi is a very adorable Chizuru. She can sing and she emotes beautifully.Her chemistry with Gaku’s Hijikata was one of my favorite elements to Kitan and I think, given the circumstances, she did a fantastic job. Cannot wait to see her in the second Live. 

Who will be cast as Sano’s Chizuru? Really looking forward to finding out!

Now, onto our Hijikata’s…

1. Hiroshi Yazaki (Saitou-hen ~ Kazama-hen) - I don’t think I’ve made it much of a secret that Hiroshi is my favorite Hijikata. I fell for him the first moment I saw him in Okita-hen and I honestly wonder if we’ll ever find another actor who can be as Hijikata as he was. I probably don’t need to really elaborate on why because I fear if I start I just won’t stop–he is just amazing!

2. Izawa Yuuki (Heisuke-hen) - I think I will always feel bad for Yuuki. Inheriting the mantle of someone like Hiroshi isn’t easy and Yuuki never really got a fair shot. I wasn’t really thrilled with his Hijikata at first but being the newbie in a well established cast cannot be easy and I think had he been able to stay around a bit longer and adjust he would’ve been amazing. Doesn’t help that those wigs are NOT kind to anyone, especially him. Which is again sad because Yuuki is a really handsome guy, not to mention talented. He blows away so many other roles so this just wasn’t in the cards for him unfortunately.

3. Sasaki Yoshihide (Reimeiroku) - So the thing for Hide with me is that I truly do love him as an actor, in everything BUT HakuMyu. He can sing and dance like nothing else but he is just not Hijikata, he’s not. Does he try? Yes, but I think that it feels forced. His singing is amazing and he’s freakin’ beautiful–just look at that visual. He looks the part but he just doesn’t feel the part. 

4. Matsuda Gaku (Shinsengumi Kitan) - When they announced Gaku as being the next Hijikata actor I was incredibly shocked. I first saw Gaku as Zach in Kamen Rider Gaim and if you haven’t seen Gaim, you seriously need to. So, because of that, I had somewhat of a bias already since I loved him in Gaim, but I was unsure of how he might be as Hijikata. Is he the best Hijikata? No, but he’s the first actor since Hiroshi that I felt I could accept in the role. He’s not the best singing-wise but he kind of has two things working against him: 1) Few of the songs where he prominently had a singing part in were original songs and 2) Dude, Shougo. I swear they composed the music in Kitan to highlight Shougo’s range because damn. So of course next to someone with such amazing talent like Shougo would probably make anyone not sound so great, which a few exceptions. Overall though I think Gaku makes a good Hijikata. He feels the part and he moves really well. I think I’ll probably always be defending him. Is he my favorite? Not at all, but if they had him come back for Sano-hen I’d be pleased. 

Turn me on.

Summary: Y/N is a songwriter and singer that dates Chris Evans. She invites him to one of her acoustic shows in a small café. One song is an open invitation to Chris.

Author Note: This ain’t my first smut text, but it’s the first I write in english, I hope you enjoy it. Also, this is ahot based on “Turn me on”, a song by Norah Jones (love that woman) and I’m thinking of making a mini serie involving her songs. But I’d love to see what do you think. Please keep sending requests I have two left, but this is an idea I came up with.

Warnings: smut,  oral sex. I don’t know.


I looked at the small group that it’s the most amazing crowd for my acoustic show. There are about 30 people, including Chris. He’s sitting in the first table by himself, he’s the very first to clap at the end of each song. He’s just so fucking amazing.

“So, this last song is something I wrtoe a few days ago, this is the first time I actually play it to someone, this is ‘Turn me on’“. My fingers slipped through the guitar strings. My mouth doesn’t reach the microphone, this is just a sweet melody that involves less singing than playing.

Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on”

I looked at Chris who had the back of his hand as human support for his chin. He had that smile that made me absolutely crazy. I looked down at my guitar and kept singing.

“Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
Im just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

My poor heart it’s been so dark
Since you’ve been gone
After all you’re the one who turns me off
You’re the only one who can turn me back on

My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on”

At the end of the song there wasn’t anybody but Chris and I, the whole people had disappeared. I could even look at the naughty sparkle in his eyes. The applauses took back to the reality. I stand up and thanked evyerbody. Some of the people came to take pictures and I signed autographs. Slowly, the crowd left. I took my guitar into its case. My manager talked to me but I wasn’t paying attention. I, basiclly, was too busy making somersaults from my request disguised as song to the reaction I was avoiding for not much longer. My manager said goodbye and I looked around the empty place, there was just one table occupied. Chris’s fingers were around his beer. I walked calmly toward him.

“Hey” I said sitting in front of him “Did you like it?”

“I kinda like everything about you” he replied with his deep voice “I love watching you while you do your job, you know?”


“The whole crowd can tell how passionate are about what you do… or you want to do” he added.

“Can you tell?” I inquired.

“I’m thinking that this is the kind of situations where it’s better to show it than explain it, so, shall we?” I nodded, he grabbed my case and held my hand, our fingers entwined. We walked in silence and we got in the car. 

“So…” I tried to make conversation, he just rose his eyebrow and denied with his head. “Seriously, babe, I’m not giving you any clue.” 

“I didn’t ask you for anything, am I?” 

“Well, no, but…-" 

"It’s ok, love, I can play this game too”. 

“What are you talking about?” He gave me a little grin.

“Well, no, but…-" 

"It’s ok, love, I can play this game too”. 

“What are you talking about?” He gave me a little grin.

“Nothing. You know? I feel like I want to keep singing, do you mind?” his hands were in the steering wheel, I could tell he was curious.

“No, of course not”

And then, I started again with that last song. I decided that part of my little car performance, would include not looking at him, I knew that’d drive him yearning.

I’m just sitting here waiting for you 
To come on home and turn me on 
Turn me on”

“Do you wanna know a fun fact? I’m gonna tell anyway, so here it goes. The person I wrote this for is just the hottest man but also the sweetest. At the beginning I wasn’t thinking about something full of desire and obviously my mind didn’t picture two sweaty bodies rubbing each other, I neither thought of moans. I just was… thinking of that person that could actually come and bring its light to my life, the small sunshine that would’ve change the way I loved and being loved.” I sighed.


“And… what?”

“You said that you were thinking about a person, did you find the person?”

“I did, I actually did.”

“That’s disappointing”

“Why?” for the first time I looked at him. He parked into his garage.

“I was about to turn you on, but you have that guy” he said looking, apparently, sad, but I knew it was part of his game.

“Hypothetically, what would you do to turn me on?”

“Come on, y/n, I’m a dude with honor, I wouldn’t be all over some girl that has someone, even if she’s the most amazing and wonderful woman I’ve ever met.”

“Let’s respect your honor, Mr. Evans”. We walked inside his house and I laid on the sofa, I was on my own, just trying to figure out his next move. Suddenly he showed up. He sat next to me.

“But, hypothetically, and if you want to close your eyes to imagine, it’d be great” I did it “as I was saying, I’d begin running my fingers trough her neck, then I’d kiss her right here”, he added, but after each description, he actually did it, his lips were in my collarbone. “The next thing I’d do is to lick the valley between her breast and wrap her right breast as my lips enjoy the left one.” He took off my dress, leaving my chest exposed. His fingers went over my bra and removed it. He did exactly what he said. “Then, I’d do it with the right breast”. I moaned when he bit my nipple. His hands were the man hands and with that I mean that had some roughness.

“It’s like, 4D”

“Yes, it is.” Suddenly, his tongue was on my belly button and his hands under my dress, making its way to my pussy, would you mind if I skip the talking and I just…do?”

“You tell me, I’m just here being the body where you explain how would you turn her on” he laughed, but at the same time, the back of his hand rubbed my pussy.

“Fine.” My eyes were closed, but I felt how he wasn’t next to me, he has right in front of me, I felt his breath against the fabric of my panties, he kissed my thigh. Both of his hands were in each boob. They made its way and took it off, my legs were open, I was exposed. He made short the distance of his lips and my pussy, his beard was the best aphrodisiac ever. The man knew what he was doing, his tongue running up my clit, made me gasp. His hands were back to my boobs, his fingers were pinching them.

“Oh, Chris…”


“Do you think I’ll turn her on with this?” he asked after our orgasm. He kissed me; I felt my taste in there. My legs were in his, we were cuddling.

“I bet so”

“Well, ruining this little game I… I hope you were talking about me with that song. Because I do love you, y/n. And you don’t need to say anything; I just wanted you to know that I hope to be that light you need, because you are the fucking sun to me.” I ran my fingers through his face.

“I love you for that and many other things. You are the only one who can turn me back on…”

Suho : You Passed (Scenario; Request)

“Kitten, are you ready to go?” A knock came from outside the bathroom door, making you flinch as you stared at yourself in the mirror but you didn’t have the guts to say anything as you held in your breath. The thought of his parents flashed up in your mind, the way they would give you that icy stare because you weren’t as rich as they were, the thought of not being as high class as you could ever be as them – it all horrified you even before he told you the plan for today.

Not even the pet name he called you with could make you calm down. Kitten, was what he’d usually call you because he said how you reminded him of a lovable kitten. Cute, adorable and yet feisty and sexy like cat whenever you could be - a kitten was exactly what he could use to describe you and unknowingly it became a thing for him to call you kitten. Not going to lie - it sounded pretty seductive at times and at time like these, it would make you feel warm and tingly inside but now, you felt so nervous that your heart was going to explode.

Boom, into pieces.

You swallowed hard and managed to exhale, saying loud enough for him to hear, “C-Can I have a few more minutes?”

He frowned on the other end, tugging on his denim jacket and patting his jeans before staring at the door intensely that was being the barrier between him and you.

“You said that ten minutes ago. What’s going on in there?” He tried to open the door but it was locked, leaving him to sigh as he gave up on trying to budge in. “Kitten, open up. I need to know what’s going on in there.”

You hurriedly looked over to the door and pressed both of your palms against it, a small sign that you didn’t want him in. “N-No! I’ll be out in just a few minutes! Promise!”

He groaned and shook his head even though you couldn’t see it – which was pointless because you could picture it perfectly, “Don’t give me that bullshit. You’re just going to stay in there until I find the bathroom key to drag you out with you finally telling me what’s wrong. Now just open up and let me in.”

Knowing that he had all his points on check… how was it possible to not open the door for him? Your hands dropped with a heavy sigh, heart deflated as you unlocked the door, allowing him to hear a small click of indication that made him twist the door open to come face to face with you.

And God be damned, you blew him away with the way you looked.

You barely had any make up on with just foundation and a few pats of blush on your cheeks - that was it. The way you looked down on your dress made him wonder if the dress you were wearing made you felt insecure but it was merely impossible.

You looked incredibly stunning in this light blue pastel dress that covered up until your knees with long sleeves along with that V-cut that exposed your beautiful back.

Anyone would be crazy to say you looked bad because with your hair swept to the side that complimented the whole looked – no one had the authority to say that.

He took a step forward, hands reaching to yours with a small smile, “Kitten, what’s wrong?”

Your eyes closed shut and you shook your head, “N-Nothing.”

Your voice came out in a small whisper – one that made him frown as he hated this. Where was that confident, daring woman he knew? He lured you out from the bathroom, to the bed where he made you sit on his lap with your legs at the side. His arms wounded around your waist where yours rested lifelessly on your lap, eyes still not meeting his.

“We both know that’s a big fat lie. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

It was more of a demand compared to a question, which made you lift your chin where you gazed at him sadly. His eyes softened, hands giving you a squeeze on your waist. “Kitten…” He whispered, urging you to tell him what’s really going on in your mind.

With a quiet sigh, you breathed out unstably, “I’m scared…”

He shook his head with a string of, “No no no…” before he asked, “Why are you scared?”

The moment your eyes closed and looked away, his hands shot up to frame your cheeks, bringing your head down to meet with his forehead where he whispered on your lips, “Why?”

Your eyes opened, meeting his where he really didn’t know what was going on.

What was scaring the woman he loves so much?

“I… I’m just afraid that I won’t be good enough. The evaluation, the background checks they’ve could’ve done on me – I… I can’t-“

“Shh…” He hushed you immediately, bringing you into a hug where he made this a very tight hug to make you feel comfortable and indeed, it did. You quiet down, resting your cheek on his shoulder where your arms gingerly went around his neck. He continued hushing you until he felt your body relaxing against his – which allowed him to say what he had to say.

“My parents are not like that, kitten – you and I both know that.”

“I don’t-“

I’m still talking,” He chuckled lightly, making you huff as well as keeping quiet.

He pulled away from the hug just to look up at you slightly, his hand moving up to place it on your cheek where he stroked delicately, “You should know that whatever you’re working as, how much you’re earning, whatever you do what you have to do – means nothing to me. All that matters is you love me, and I love you – only you. You give me your whole heart and it surprises me every day how I can love you a bit more compared to yesterday. No one can do what you can do, and to me, that’s the most valuable thing I could ever ask for. If my parents don’t see that, I’ll make them see that in you.”

You thought he was done, but he wasn’t when he whispered, “You’re the only one I love.”

As soon as he saw a smile creeping up your face, he knew he had done it. He had made you feel comfortable again as you clung onto him, face buried in his neck where you whispered, “I love you.”

You felt him kissing the side of your head, “I love you too. Shall we go now?”

With a nod you gave him as you pulled away from him to smile, “Yeah, we should.”


“I… I can’t.” You hesitated to get down from the car and he could’ve sworn that it would’ve been much easier if you two just walked so that he wouldn’t need to go through this phase of getting you out of the car. Because once again, your thoughts had corrupted your mind throughout the whole way here and now, it was back to phase one.

He sighed, “Kitten, my parents are not monster eating people. They are sophisticated-“

“That’s what scares me…” You grumbled and he got down to his knees, hands holding onto yours where he looked up at you, “C’mon, kitten. We’ve talked about this. There’s nothing to be afraid of…”

You frowned, “But what if they don’t like me?”

“They won’t.” He deadpanned and you winced, shifting backwards where it made him pull you forward to come closer until your eyes were so close – you could see the determination flaring in his eyes. Definitely, this is the man you love. “They’ll love you.”

You gulped and shifted on the seat to come out but you still sat there quietly, “R-Really?”

He chuckled and nodded, “Really.”

With him standing up along with his hands pulling you up gently out and up from the car, you stood there with your hands in his whilst he spun you around, switching places where he swiftly closed the door as well as keeping his eyes locked on yours. “Shall we?”

With a very timid nod, you smiled (well, you tried…), “Y-Yeah…”


“Mr. and Mrs. Kim will be down in a minute, sir.” The servant greeted Suho as if he was a prince and that definitely made you gape at the servant with wide eyes as Suho tugged you in. “Thanks, Jun. Did they head out today?”

The man shook his head, “No. They were waiting the whole day for this moment.”

You gulped and sighed – great…

They were waiting…

Before you knew it, you were already sitting down with just Suho beside you on the sofa, his hand intertwined with yours lovingly. You felt him rubbing your hands to keep you warm as your hands were cold, “Are you still nervous?”

With a small shaking of your head, you mumbled, “Yeah…”

“Really nervous?”

Your eyes grew wide, head shaking twice as fast, “Oh yeah…”

“Wait here, for a moment.” He whispered, pulling his hand away from yours and it made you gasp as you looked up to see that he was looking down on you. You frowned and motioned him back, “B-Babe! Where are you going?”

He snickered and shook his head, “I’ll be back, just sit here.”

You frowned and shook your head, “But…”

“Trust me,” He fixed his jacket before winking at you, “It’s safe here.”

When he left, you muttered under your breath, “Not without you…”

Just then you let out a soft scream when something crashed in the hallway. It made you shoot up from the sofa, eyes widening, ears alarmed as you walked towards the sound softly. You stood by the hallway where there were stairs but no one was there and down the hall, it was the servant earlier.

Only difference is, his hand was covered with blood along with the vase that was broken.

He grunted in pain and showed no sign of calling for help. Your instincts led you towards him as you tiptoed around the pieces of glass, crouching down in front of him where you held onto his hand. His eyes popped open upon seeing you and need he say, he felt so relieved when it was just you. You gave him a small smile and helped him up, “W-Where’s the first aid kit?” You asked politely, causing him to meekly point over your shoulder where it was in the kitchen on the first cabinet. You nodded and whispered, “Why don’t you go over there first? I’ll clean this up.”

He shook his head, “M-Madam, you’re a guest-“

“I’m a guest,” You nodded once but he was definitely surprised seeing your humble side – indeed, you were different from all the girls Suho has been with that his mother introduced before, “But I’m also human. And so are you. You’re injured so please wait there. Please?” That little squeak in your voice made him smile at you whilst nodding as he took a step back just to head into the kitchen. You glanced down on the floor where you got down on your knees, hands carefully picking up the bits of glass in your hands and with the help of the maids here, you got the place clean within a minute or two.

You peeked at the living room and noticed how there was still no one there.

Good… I still have more time to- “What are you doing there?” A voice spoke up from the stairs, making you gasp as you lifted your chin up to meet eyes with… her.

Suho’s mother.

Mrs. Kim.

She was staring down on you, eyes sharp and it made you gulp as you stammered, “I… I was cleaning up.”

She cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Cleaning?”

Before you could answer, the servant earlier came back and clarified, “Valentino knocked against a vase and as I tried to save it, it broke down with me injuring my hand. Madam helped me clean the glass up and…” He ran out of words as he wasn’t sure if he could say what he had to say but clearly, that only made Mrs. Kim a bit frustrated.


You stood up straight and reached for the servant’s hand, “I was going to treat his hand, M-Mrs. Kim…”

She raised an eyebrow and soon, a smile crept onto her face, making you flinch as you stared at her.

Suho has her eyes…

“Then treat his hand.”

You blinked at her a few times and the two of you whispered at the same time, clearly the two of you were stunned, “W-What?”

She nodded once and motioned you to do so. Your head turned to meet with the servant’s and you gulped with a tiny nod, “O-Okay…”

“T-This way, madam…” The servant spoke up a little, leading you into the kitchen where he wanted you to sit down on the stool but you made him sit down with a vague smile before you went around the counter to stand opposite him with his hand in hand with yours. He managed to grin, feeling the warm aura you were radiating.

As you were treating his hand, you were startled when a sharp voice asked, “How do you have such skills?”

Man… Her voice is enough to wake the whole world up just like that…

Your eyes flickered up to meet with hers where you gulped before you answered, “I… I had to learn on my own. I didn’t really have anyone to take care of me and… basic skills like these were essential in my daily life.”

She frowned a little, taking a seat in the corner of the kitchen where her eyes never left your figure. Considering she never said anything in return, you looked back at the servant where you lifted his hand up to blow cool air on the wounded area with a small smile, “Does it hurt?” You asked from time to time, in which he could only shake his head.

Because it was like being treated by an angel.

Or kitten, whichever.

“Don’t mind me asking, madam.” He asked politely, making you shake your head with a toothy grin as you ripped out a piece of bandage – partly with your teeth and they could see how many times you’ve been doing this before. “Ask away.” You chimed quietly before you reached for his hand again to wrap around it delicately.

But you froze completely when he asked, “W-Where are your parents?”

You gulped and let out an awkward laugh, patting his hand where you were done wrapping the bandage before your eyes moved up to meet with his. How his pitiful eyes just stared into yours as you shrugged, “I… I don’t know, actually.”

He could tell how you sounded confused, how lost you actually were and with that… you never took notice of Mrs. Kim listening as well.

“I woke up one day alone.” You stated as blankly as you could but truthfully, it was hurting you as you kept everything back into the first aid box. As you put in the tape, “And I had no one by my side ever since I was sixteen. I have my grandmother living nearby but she was only around until I was twenty-one.”

As you closed the box, “After that, I had to do what I had to do.” Your eyes glanced up to smile at the servant who was partially gaping at you, “I worked and studied at the same time. I got a scholarship somewhere in there so… it wasn’t that bad.”

In that moment, your heart skipped a beat when a familiar voice spoke up, “Mom, dad’s here.”

You stumbled backwards unintentionally when Suho came by your side, holding you by your waist when you were stunned on the fact that the whole family was here already.

Shoot… You cursed yourself. You’re officially doomed… your mind scolded.

Maybe they just got here? Your heart tried making you feel better but you let out a soft “oh…” when you were in Suho’s arms. “S-Suho…” You mumbled quietly when he kissed the side of your head, “Mom, dad – this is my girlfriend. And kitten,” Your heart leaped when he just called your pet name in front of his parents.

Your mind was screaming, God damn it Suho! Not now! It’s embarrassing!

But your heart soared, he dared to call you whatever he pleased in front of his parents…

“Meet mom, and meet dad.”

You nodded and bowed hurriedly with your hands on Suho’s arms that were around your waist. “S-Sir, M-Ma’am…”

The two of them gave a smile – in which, make you gape at them as they nodded their head in return. Mr. Kim looked rather happy to have you here, his eyes giving you a warm look and when your eyes looked over to Mrs. Kim, she motioned you with a hand of hers, “Come, dear. Let’s eat.”

“And call us mom and dad, kitten!” Mr. Kim joked as he walked out of the kitchen along with Mrs. Kim.

You were left puzzled, gulping as you watch their figures disappear. When parents walked out of the kitchen, you were still surprised, eyes popped open as if you saw a ghost and your body trembling in his arms.

Suho chuckled at this, his lips kissing your head again to bring you back.

“Oh kitten…” He cooed, biting your earlobe where he tried to make you feel relaxed but you were still too shocked to even speak. When you could speak, all you mumbled was…

“S-Suho… what just happened?”

He snickered and spun you around, coming face to face with you as he dipped down to whisper on your lips, “It means they love you, kitten. You – passed.

She had her places, had a need for solitude that he understood, a need for silences and cool clean space unperturbed by other bodies, other thoughts. It was usually the old library, but sometimes it was the tower opposite his own, as if to say ‘I have to breathe tonight, but I’m still here.' 

He knew the push and pull of the desire to help, to love, to comfort and the fear of intrusion, he’d seen it on her face often enough. 'I don’t dance,’ he’d told her, and they’d danced anyway, and this was a slow dance too, the kind that could fill up his night with finger tapping anxiety and books whose pages he turned through without recalling a word he’d read. 

They (and what a word, they, what a wide expanse) were careful of each other, but you could be too careful, you could let things wither with the fear of bruising them.  

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Your Wedding Day - Omaha Squad Preferences

Nate Maloley (Your POV)

Okay, on a scale from one to ten, how bad is Skate freaking out right now?’ I asked Sam, my fiancé’s best man. ‘Calm down, he isn’t freaking out, he’s just nervous, that’s all. He’s rapping his vows at the moment, pretty hilarious since nothing rhymes.’ I giggled nervously. It’s my wedding day, and I am nervous as hell. Not because I’m not sure if I want to spent the rest of my life with Nate, I mean, he’s the freaking love of my life, but because I want everything to be perfect. It took me such a long time to plan this wedding, making sure everybody could make it, picking centerpieces, choosing a caterer and most of all, choosing a wedding dress. The dress was the most stressfull part, but I had finally decided on a big, poofy ball gown dress. It was beautiful. I turned to Sammy again. ‘Do I look okay?’ I asked, fiddling with my bouquet a bit. Sam reached out, grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye. ‘You look beautiful. Skate’s gonna fall over when he sees you. You got nothing to be worried about, okay? Everything’s perfect.’ I blinked, trying not to let tears fill my eyes. I smiled and gave him a hug. This was it, I was getting married today. At the end of the day, I would be Mrs Maloley.

Jack Johnson (His POV)

I fiddled with my tie a little and grunted in frustration. Nothing was working today, just my look. I looked at my hands and noticed they were shaking. Damn I was nervous. ‘Ey man, what’s up?’ My best man, Gilinsky, asked as he walked into the room. ‘Can’t get my tie to work. How’s Y/N? Is she doing okay?’ Gilinsky grinned as he stood in front of me and fixed my tie. ‘Just stopped her from sneaking out the window, but other than that, she’s fine.’ My eyes widened. ‘Sneaking out the window? She doesn’t want to get married? Dude, what do I do? Cancel the whole thing?’ Jack laughed. ‘Damn dude, calm down. She’s fine, she can’t wait actually. Kept going on and on about how you two should’ve gone to Vegas and get married there so you wouldn’t have al this bullshit to deal with.’ He stated and finished my tie. ‘Her words, not mine.’  I grinned, that’s my girl. She didn’t want a big wedding, she hated being the centre of attention. If it was up to her, they would’ve flown to Vegas and get married in jeans and a T-shirt. ‘Well, better get this bullshit over with then, shall we?’ I gave my best friend a hug and started my way into the church, where I would finally see my beautiful bride walk down the aisle. 

Jack Gilinsky (Your POV) 

Hair? Perfect. Make Up? Lovely. Dress? Out of this world. Groom? Stressed out. ‘Baby,what’s going on? We could always cancel if you don’t want to get married yet.’ I said, sitting down next to him. He looked up, surprised to see me sitting next to him. ‘No, no, it’s not that. I’m ready, I really am, and I really really love you. It’s just’ He shook his head and stood up. ‘Nah, it’s stupid, forget it.’  I got up to and walked up in front of him. ‘If you have doubts about this, you need to tell me okay?’ I said, now getting worried I wasn’t going to be Mrs Gilinsky any time soon. ‘It’s just that you could’ve gotten so much better than me. You could’ve had the world, you know. After today, you’re stuck with me. And I don’t want to wake up and find out that you got bored and left me, because I don’t know what I would do if that ever happened.’ He confessed, a tear now rolling down his face. I laughed, he raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Honey, you could never bore me! Don’t you think that if I thought that I was going to leave you some day, I would’ve done it by now? I love you way too much to ever get bored of you.’ I kissed him gently on the nose. His arms snaked around my waist and mine were already resting on his shoulders. ‘And I promise you, if I ever leave you, I will take you with me.’

Sam Wilkinson (His POV)

I barged in my fiancée’s room, expecting to find a crying bride and helpless bridesmaids, only to be greeted by surprised and angry eyes. ‘Samuel Howard Wilkinson! What on earth are you doing here!’ The stern voice of my fiancée yelled. I was just about to mumble an apology when Nate, my best man appeared behind me. ‘Dude, it was just a joke, she isn’t really freaking out! Oh, hey girls.’ He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. ‘’ Nathan Montgomery Maloley! Why are you telling my soon-to-be-husband that I am freaking out about the wedding?’ I laughed a little, he was getting it worse than me. I quickly shut up when my girl practically sent me a death glare. Talking about bridezilla. ‘Uh, I was just choking around. We’re very sorry to disturb you.’ Nate apologized and walked away, leaving me alone with the girls. ‘You look beautiful, honey.’ Luckily she wasn’t fully dressed yet, otherwise she probably would’ve thrown her bouquet at me. I walked over to my gorgeoud bride and kissed her on the nose. She blushed lightly, reminding me of every reason why I wanted to marry her. ‘Idiot.’ She mumbled. I grinned. ‘After today, I’m officially your idiot, so you’re stuck with me. Too late to back out now.’ I stuck out my tongue and ran through the door, not wanting the bouquet to hit my head. ‘Love you, hun! See ya at the altar!’ I yelled from the hallway. ‘I’m seriously concidering leaving you there!’ She yelled back, but I could hear the humour in her voice and smiled, happy that that girl would finally be my wife at the end of the day.

A/N: If you want a ship, or an imagine, or if you just want to talk to me, just ask! I’d be happy to respond :D