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She always had her journal and a pen latched in her hand as she walked in. My eyes always amazed on how someone is always at her beck and call, I mean look at her. The way her hair curls down her back, her hips sway as she avoids bumping into people in the hall, everything about her was so pure. The mix of innocence and sweetness excited me, like she has never heard of a bad word or even said one. She walked to her normal spot in Pius, seat just right to get the amount of sun and warmth, and shadow needed. I liked her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her skirt rose more just because the way her hips were, and I am not complaining. 

The pen tapped her glossed lips as she thought on her new entry. I could smell her sweet Daisy perfume from across the room. She smiled at me when she saw me, like she knows exactly at this time I’m here, waiting for her. “Hi Calum.” She greeted in her soft voice setting the pen in-between the pages of her journal. “Hey, Violet.” I smiled back. “Out of all people, I never would’ve expected you to be this, fascinated in someone.” She giggled as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “I just like that you have such a desire to write, it is quite fascinating,” I winked causing a deep red to spread across her cheeks. She waved for me to come sit by her, and so I did.

“Since you’re so fascinated that I write, take a look.” She turned a few pages back, letting me read on whatever her mind pondered on.

February 23

I notice all your features. I notice how blue your eyes are, and when they become darker as you become frustrated. how your smile is bright and teeth are white. i notice the way your hands grab the pen you hold when you write and how concentrated you look when doing it. i notice everything it;s scary, and i hope you notice me

your mind is a storm. sometimes it’s dark and scary, the other times its light and beautiful. i wanna know what goes on inside there, what’s its like to think. you have never imagined how one word can mess me up. no matter if it’s an “insult,” or compliment. everything you say comes and stays in my mind and i can’t get rid of it. it burns in my brain and makes my head hurt. i never understand what you say if it’s true or just a joke. i just hope it’s out of care.

i cried over you again today. i cried over how much you hurt me. i cried over how much i wanna yell and scream at you. i cried over how much i want you to love me. i cried how i want you to give me answers on us. and it sucks because you talk to all these other girls yet I’m the one who you hurt the most because whatever you say I’m processing in so many ways and then you say I’m joking, i wanna yell because thats not what you made me feel 2 minutes ago…

She must of noticed on how I got caught up in this because she covered the rest of it with her hands. “That’s enough for today.” She said, her voice was full of sadness. “Violet, I never knew how deep you were.” I exhaled. She half smiled, “It’s a blessing and a curse.” I stood up, grabbing her hand. “C’mon I wanna take you some where I think you’ll like.” I laced my hand with hers, surprised she didn’t let go, but rather caress her fingers in mine. I led her to a spot behind the park that had a bench looking onto a lake. “I come here when I feel sad.” I let go of her hand, going to sit on the bench. She quickly followed me, sitting down clutching her journal with her. “It’s beautiful Calum,” She smiled up at me. 

I wrapped my arm around her as she nuzzled into my chest. “You always seem to fascinate me Violet, rather it be writing or sitting in Pius working on homework.” I spoke her. “I don’t understand why Calum, I’m just an ordinary girl.” She giggled. “You don’t seem normal to me Violet,” I took her chin in-between my fingers. Her eyes glazed over mine, flickering to my lips back to my eyes, mine did the same. I found myself leaning in to kiss her plump lips, and she did the same. Our lips intertwined with each others, and I could taste the peach gloss she always sported. We pulled back after a moment, “Who hurt you?” I asked. She sighed, “It’s a long story, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it.”

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I have all the time.” She perked up a bit, “Well, my dad abandoned me when I was maybe 10. He left me for weeks with barely anything to eat or drink, so I mostly wandered the streets. I never met my mother, my dad told me she wanted nothing to do with me since I was born, and then my dad and I never grew found of each other. So, I live with my Aunt. She took me in after she saw what my father has been doing to me. I’ve always been scared to be loved or love anyone. Once I got to high school, I met this guy, Josh. I thought he was the one, and I liked him for so long that he eventually gave in and we dated. Once we got to graduation of Senior year, he told me the whole thing was a dare and that he would never love someone like me because we were too “different” and that really broke me. And those writings you read, were about him. It still hurts Calum.” Tears filled up her vision, and she looked down too scared to face me.

I wiped away the tears on her cheek, tilting her head up a bit, “No one should ever feel hurt like that, do you hear me? Violet, I’m so sorry.” She smiled. “It’s ok Calum, I’ve heard the pity and I don’t need anymore of it. Thank you for bringing me here, I needed someone like you.” She looked up at me. “This is why you fascinate me, I never knew.” I kissed her forehead. “It’s really fine. If you really want, we can go back to my place.” She offered. “You think I’m gonna let some pretty girl like you walk alone, you’re not getting rid of me.” I told her letting her stand. “You’re such a dork,” She smiled.


After watching four movies with Violet, I’ve learned a lot about her. Her music ranges from Blackbear to One Direction, her favorite color is white, her favorite book is Milk and Honey, and countless details that I’ve come to love. “I can’t thank you enough for actually spending time with me Calum, it means a lot.” She looked up at me. “You know I would love to do anything that involves you.” I smiled. Her room was more girly than I expected it to be. The walls were white, decorated with pictures of her and her friends. Her bed was white, and the duvet was grey with blue pillow accents. She had a full length mirror that had motivational quotes along the edges, along with her makeup vanity that held everything a girl could ever want. There was a white fuzzy rug that coated the wood floors. “Again, you fascinate me.” I said, pulling her into me. “Again, I don’t see why.” She giggled.

“Violet! Ven por favor!” Someone called from downstairs. “Oh, that’s my Tia. I’ll be right back.” She broke herself from my embrace. “Hola, Tia. Que tal tu día?” I heard her ask. “Ay, good. Quien esta arriba?” “Calum,” She replied. “Quien?” “Un momento.” I heard Violet walk up the stairs. “My Tia wants to see you.” She smiled. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, following her down the stairs. “There’s still a lot you have to learn about me Calum.” She winked. “Tia, esta es Calum.” Violet introduced me. “Hola, Calum!” Her Aunt greeted. “You can call me, Sarah.” I casually waved. “Preguntarle si quiere quedarse para la cena.” I find this fascinating. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?” Violet asked. “Sí gracias.” I said. Violet laughed at my basic Spanish skills.

We headed back up to her room. Violet sat on her clear chair with a white pillow that was set at her vanity as I sat across from her. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, again. “Yeah, my mom is from Spain, and my dad is from Chile, so I have some Spanish decent in me. I grew up speaking it, and my Tia goes back and forth speaking it, you’ll notice it.” She said. “So is Violet your real name?” I asked. She shook her head no, “It’s Francesca, but I didn’t like the idea of being called Fran, and Violet is what my Tia called me from when I was little because she didn’t think I looked like a Francesca.” She said. “Fascinating, again.” I said. She threw a pillow at me, “get a new word!” “Violeta, Calum cena está lista!” Sarah called. “Let’s go eat!” Violet got up and headed to the kitchen.


“Thanks for everything today Calum, I had a good time.” Violet broke the silence. “I’m never leaving you, I hope you know that.” I told her. I could feel her heart race when I said those words. “Is everything going to go back to normal tomorrow? Me sitting in Pius for hours and you being adored by everyone?” She asked. I sat up pulling her in between my legs, “Are you kidding me? Violet, the moment I saw you, I liked you. And why you fascinate me is because you’re so strong, you know what shit to get done, you’re everything a girl wants, and so much more to me.” I said. She smiled with small tears falling onto her cheeks, “I’ve never been told anything like that before.” I kissed her, making her feel wanted. Her dainty hands wrapped around my neck as I pulled her into my lap. My hands rested on the skin under her sweater. I felt Violets hands grip the fabric of my tee-shirt, my arms reach over to pull her hands away. I shake my head before speaking up, “No, don’t. Tonight is all about you.”

“Just tell me to stop if you want,” I assure her. She smiled, taking her sweater and pulling it over her head. Her breasts spilled out in her white lace bra. “God you’re beautiful.” I told her. “Have you ever been touched here?” I asked her sliding my hand between her legs running my fingers over her cotton panties. The touch was bold but I could tell she liked it by the way her eyes glazed over. She shook her head no. “I never knew how to ask.” My eyes feel to her bare neck that I could easily cover in purple marks. “Well that’s a shame.” I moved my hand back feeling the heat and the little wet spot forming. “I bet you’re sweet.” I whispered looking back up at her. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” She winked. Fucking hell this girl.

I began rubbing circles on her clit, “God I can feel your pussy getting wet.” “Oh my God Calum don’t say that.” She gasped covering my mouth. “That word is degrading.” She whispered. “Well from what I feel down here, it seems as though you like when I say pussy.” I added pressure to my fingers. She moaned at the contact. “What are you doing to me?” She moaned. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” I whispered. To me her body was like a goddess, her hips nice and curvy, her breasts perky and big, and her ass god I can’t get enough of her. I tapped my fingers on her juicy bottom lip, “Suck.” I ordered. Violet gladly took my fingers in her mouth, coating them. She slid her panties down her legs, her wetness glistened. My finger curled inside her. “Do you think I can add another finger?” I cooed taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Please.” She whispered before pressing her mouth to mine almost immediately running her tongue along my bottom lips to ask for entrance. She moaned hotly in my mouth when I pushed a second finger inside her. It was a tight fit, but I made it work. “That feels so good.” She moaned with a shaky breath before I sucked on her bottom lip. I quickly discovered my obsession with her mouth. It was just so tasty and pretty to look at.

“Calum, what are you doing to me?” She moaned. “You’re just about to orgasm babe.” I told her, sucking purple and black marks on her neck. “Oh my god, it feels so good.” Her sweet moans filled my ears. “C’mon girl, you can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” I said. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her beautiful body. Violet’s breath was heavy as she pulled up my shirt. “I’ve always found your tattoos attractive.” She said, tracing the inked skin. Her nails raked down my arms making me groan. She began undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. “You’re gonna have to help me because I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before.” I moaned at the way the words came out of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, “It’s so hard.” She whispered struggling to get the zipper down. After she finally got it down, her warm hand dipped into my boxers firmly gripping my cock. Pre-cum was smeared all over the head. Without me saying a single word she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock licking it off.

“Fuck.” I swore throwing my head back. Her tongue ran down my length taking as much of it as she could. “Teach me.” She said, running her lips to the head of my cock. “You’re doing pretty good without me.” I said. She smirked a little to herself, taking my cock in her mouth again. Her hand came up and began stroking immediately. “Look at me.” I instructed. Her eyes looked up at me. She sucked hard starting to bob her head up and down starting to get the gist of giving head. She hummed around me keeping her tongue on the under side. She continued to suck on the tip and stroke the rest. “Shit Violet.” My hands ran through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum Violet.” I moaned. Her actions sped up, her hands working with what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Such a good girl.” I said. I grab her chin, making her face my eyes.

Her eyes were locked on mine and I pulled her on the bed. “Now what can I do?” She asked, almost oblivious to what just happened. “You know what else you can do? You can come up here and let me feel that beautiful pussy around my cock.” I said, my voice filled with lust. “Good, ‘cause I want you like crazy.” She smiled before kissing me. Violet laid back on her bed, ready. I towered over her, drinking in her body. “You ready baby?” I said, positioning myself in front of her entrance. “Always.” She said. Her hips grinded with mine. “God, Calum.” She moaned. One of her hands held onto the head board as the other held onto my bicep. “Fuck Violet, you feel amazing.” I said picking up my speed. “Shit, whatever you keep hitting, feels really good.” Her mind was going into a frenzy. Her moans sounded like music to my ears. None of her quiet self, it was much more vocal. “Calum, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching slightly as I continued to hit her g-spot. Her nails raked down my back, filling up with euphoria.

“Come on pretty girl, cum for me again. Cum all around my cock,” My words edged her on. “Oh my god, oh my god!” She yelped. “Atta girl.” I moaned, feeling her walls clench around me. The pleasure was too raw. “Fuck,” I moaned pulling out of her. “I didn’t expect that.” She giggled. My hands massaged her breasts, her humming. 

“You’re gonna be my favorite prized possession.”

Valentine's Surprise

A/N: A little PWP for Valentine’s Day, left until the very last minute, but I hope not too late for @loveinpanem. I didn’t even give @peetabreadgirl or @xerxia31 enough time to beta it properly, so all mistakes are my own.

Rated E, NSFW.

Peeta Mellark paced softly around the perimeter of his classroom, peering over his students’ shoulders in the sun-dappled studio where they perched on stools in front of their easels, transferring the still life in front of them to canvas. Their subject matter was non-traditional, but Peeta had allowed them to choose it for themselves, thinking it would hold their interest for longer than the usual bowl of fruit or vase of flowers. The focus on a realistic depiction of the arrangement in front of them remained the same, even if the objects consisted of an iPhone, a set of earbuds, a water bottle and a clutch of grocery store daisies plonked unceremoniously into a cup usually used for rinsing paint brushes.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a Bughead proposal fic please?

The Proposal

Betty padded down the hall of their small one bedroom apartment, hair wet from the shower.

“You’ve got one hour!” Jughead called from the living room.

Betty rolled her eyes lovingly as she entered their bedroom.

When Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones were 16, they officially started dating.

They told one another they had fallen in love six months later.

When they turned 18, they got accepted to the same College, packing up their belongings and moving to New York City.

The first year, they had lived in the dorms. Betty had her roommate, Jughead had his. Their second year, they thought about living off-campus. They nixed that quickly when they realized they couldn’t afford it. They continued dating, living with their roommates, studying hard but loving harder.

Jughead Jones sold his first novel at 20 years old, Betty trying tears of joy when she found out.

Betty became an English teacher. She couldn’t decide between being a journalist or an English teacher, but helping others was in her heart.

They had moved back to Riverdale at 22, when they learned Betty’s mother was sick.

While Alice Cooper had made Betty’s life miserable as a teenager, they had grown much closer while Betty lived in New York City. Alice having cancer hurt Betty deepily, but she was convinced Alice would beat it. Alice was the strongest woman Betty knew.

Jughead held Betty together when her mother died. She didn’t get out of bed for a week, but slowly, he put her back together.

They were together when F.P. remarried, together when Polly told them she was pregnant again. She had been dating Reggie Mantle’s brother for a few years now.

Now, at 26, they had been together for ten years exactly.

They had made a beautiful life in Riverdale. Jughead was a successful writer but had reopened the Drive-In last year.

Betty taught kids only ten years younger than she.

Betty walked out of their bedroom and into the living room about 50 minutes later. Her hair had grown down to the middle of her back, curled loosely. She had on minimal eye makeup, lips glossed red.

She wanted to look nice, but not too fancy since she didn’t know what the night entaled.

“Ready, my love?” Jughead asked as Betty walked into the room.

Betty smiled, extending her hand out to Jughead. He took it and brought it up to his lips, kissing her delicate skin. “You look beautiful.” He murmured.

“Thanks, baby. Just for you.” She winked, throwing a small evening purse over her shoulder, walking out of the room, Jughead in tow.

They drove the short distance to the new-and-improved Drive-In, sitting in the back of their old beat-up truck. Jughead placed cozy blankets around them as the movie started.

“An Affair to Remember?” Betty murmured as the movie lit up the screen.

“It’s your favorite.” Jughead shrugged.

“Yeah, but it’s not your favorite.”

“No, but you’re my favorite. Only the best for my favorite. Plus, it’s not so bad.” Jughead smirked and held Betty’s hand.

They watched the movie contently, occasionaly stealing a kiss from one another.

By the last few minutes of the movie, Betty was getting choked up as usual. The ending always got her.

And then, instead of the credits rolling - WILL YOU MARRY ME? - was splayed across the screen. Big, bold letters.

Betty hadn’t even felt Jughead hop down from the cab of the truck. He was knelt in front of her, on one knee, an open box in his hand.

Betty had tears streaming down her face, a smile on her lips.

She took the blanket off her lap and hopped out of the truck.

“Betty, you are the best person I’ve ever known. You make me a better man and I don’t deserve your love, your beauty, your patience. You are the mac to my cheese, the butter to my waffles, the Juliet to my Romeo.” He smiled at his own cheesiness. “Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest person alive and become my wife?”

Betty flicked a tear from her cheek. “I love you so much.” She cried. “Yes, yes, yes!” She yelled happily, kneeling with him.

Jughead picked her up and spun her around, kissing her deeply. He set her down and slipped the ring on her finger.

It was absolutely gorgeous - a round-cut blush diamond set on a white gold band.

“Congratulations!” Veronica surprised Betty by running up and kissing her on the cheek.

Betty looked confused  - what was Veronica doing here?

“Jug told me his plan, and he wanted to get pictures of your face when he asked you. I was hiding back there.” She winked. “I love you both!” She said, walking away to give them space.

“I love you so much.” Betty whispered to Jughead, wrapping her arms around her head.

“I love you too, Mrs. Jones.” Jughead murmured as he placed his lips on Betty’s.

“I like the sound of that.” She smiled into his lips.

morcey  asked:

Do you have any Gotham Rogue fics in particular you'd recommend?

idk about gotham rogues fics because i don’t really read that much fanfiction and then they tend to be about main pairings, but i’ve got some pairing fics (of the gotham rogues) that have good rogue gallery interactions :) 

  • fight back by amanda-jp (harley/ivy) - after a drunken night on the town, ivy confronts harley about joker’s continuous mistreatment, culminating in a short trip to hell.
  • mistletoe by amanda-jp (harley/ivy) - after getting kicked in the face by batgirl, arrested right before christmas, and an unwelcome surprise in the arkham cafeteria, harley deserves a kiss under the mistletoe more than anyone. definitely more than mr. two-sides mcsplit-face laughing it up with ivy.
  • feel human by amanda-jp (harley/ivy) - harley comes to ivy on a rainy night, bruised and beaten but with a big smile on her face. what else is new?
  • (basically any fic on @amanda-jp‘s fic section, she’s amazing.) 
  • mad love: a new beginning by amberz10 (harley/ivy) - what if dr. harleen quinzel stopped in front of poison ivy’s cell that first day rather than the joker’s? how would things change?
  • coffee stains by psyonixre (harley/ivy) - a short harlivy one-shot about shared apartments, sunflowers and cherry lip gloss.
  • i know you said no man-bats in the house but… by imbatgirl (harley/ivy) - harley has a bad habit of gravitating towards anything that even slightly resembles a cute animal so, when harley brings home an injured man-bat, ivy is less than pleased.
  • a thousand masks by mix stitch (harvey/bruce, harvey/gilda) - after eight years abroad, bruce wayne comes back into gotham just in time to celebrate the new year. apparently, being gotham city’s hard-partying prodigal son is hard work, and bruce seems to have no time for a lowly ADA. even if said ADA is probably the only real friend that bruce even has left in this godforsaken city. four weeks to the day after his arrival back in gotham, bruce waltzes into harvey’s office on the third floor of the district attorney’s office as though it hasn’t been a month of harvey playing phone tag and dealing out assorted excuses.
  • scars, warm against his palms by mithen (harvey/bruce) - bruce comes home to gotham and harvey.
  • a great leap into the dark by havisham (harvey/bruce, all-female au) - vignettes about vigilantes – a caped crusader, how the perfect sidekick is forged (tragedy!), a felonious feline-fancier, a tragic district attorney, and a reformed (reforming) tire-thief.
  • unmasked by unpretty (bruce/selina) - catwoman is selina kyle, and bruce has always known it. batman is bruce wayne, but selina just found that out. shockingly, it turns out the dude has issues.
  • batman: crimson by severina310 (bruce/selina) - selina kyle returns to gotham with her sights set on a big score. on the night of robbery, everything goes wrong. batman and catwoman team up to untangle a criminal web that leads them from gotham to bludhaven and beyond.
  • it’s an illusion by pluppelina (edward/jonathan) - the story of arkham asylum, arkham city, and a developing relationship, told through the point of view of nobody at all.
  • a little sincerity by rhadamantelope (edward/jonathan) - in the words of oscar wilde, “a little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.”

Genre: high school au, mild violence(?), hints of mental illness?, love triangle?!?!

Featuring: Mark, Jackson, and Jaebum

A/N: new mini series?!?! I got super inspired from some tv the other day to write this, and I’m hoping you all like this first part! Give me some feedback maybe?

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The Bad Boy |Min Yoongi| (5)

Summary: You’re the good popular girl of the school and then there’s Min Yoongi, the bad boy. You both have family problems, considering people think your life is perfect, so once you get detention with him you click.

Warnings: Cursing, some implied smut

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Count: 1114

“I need a favor” He replied.

“Continue” You said.

“My parents are throwing some stupid fundraiser party and I need you to come as my date” He said.

“Your date” You said.

“My date” He repeated.

“Why do you need a date?” You asked.

“Because then they won’t bitch at me as much as they do” He replied.

“Okay. I’ll do it” You said.

“Great. Thanks” He smiled and you just processed what was happening.


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Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em:Part 1

Originally posted by whovian182

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @december-sunrise @beaconhills17 @winchesterreid @helvonasche@fly-f0rever @kaitlynnlovegood

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Lydia, The Pack(mentioned)

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (Female Reader)

Word count:2314

Warning: Swearing, SMUT, not too long but it’s there. Angst-abandonment.  

Summary: Y/n and Derek have a night together resulting in life changing consequences. 

A/N: This is based on a request i got from an @sallyp-53 - Could you write about a vampire female reader being a part of the pack in teen wolf, where instead of Derek ending the party thrown at his loft he ends up hanging out with her at the party, I know they can’t get drunk but for stories sake it happens and they end up sleeping together. They are still good friends after but the reader later finds out she’s with child and keeps trying to figure out the right time and way to tell Derek Sorry if this is way to long or not to your liking ❤️ ur writing!

Ok so once u read this, you will realise the request has been changed a bit. I was initially going to do a fluffy oneshot, but it ended up becoming an angsty 2 parter. Sorry

Also read my other series The Beginning Of The End- Part 1 link. other parts found in the masterlist below.


The music was blaring and the all the teens were dancing. Y/n didn’t think it would be good idea to do this. Not in Derek’s loft. But they went ahead and did it anyways.

So y/n was stood there, watching basically the entire high school dancing, paint on their bodies as their nasty hormonal asses grinded on each other.

It was sickening to her. Not because she was grossed out by the grinding. But the hormones. They smelt putrid.

You see, y/n was a vampire. She was born one. She’d always had a heightened sense of sound, smell and sight. Also super strength, speed, night vision. On top of that she was a special kind of vampire. Rare. Only a few ever to have been known to exist. So she had the power of telekinesis along with a strange telepathy. Not reading minds, but more sensing an emotion. An empath you could say.

She had her powers trained. But the number of teenagers giving off the hormones made it difficult to block out the stench.

Leaving the loft to get some air, she heard the elevator come up. ‘Great more teenagers’ she thought.

Except the person to come out of the elevator was the one person she so didn’t want returning.

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Oswald x Reader- Little Princess (Rated M - smut and sinister acts)

So here it is! After all the opinions on where I should take this story, here’s the result!! Thank you all for your input!! Please read the warnings under the cut. Please really please!

You are Sal Maroni’s daughter, caught in the crossfire of Oswald’s planned revenge after your Father gave away his biggest secret to the woman he cherishes most in the world…..

This is a really sinister Oswald, please proceed with care!

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#1 'Move In With Me?'

The crimson, long dress ran down from her chest to the floor, hugging her curves and stretching on her bum. The fitting was just the perfect she wanted. Her neck sparkled with the diamond studded necklace and the earrings of the same set hung in her ears. Her makeup was light in contrast with the eye catching color of her dress and her hair was pinned up in a fancy manner according to her liking. This is what she had for the special dinner.

Special dinner tonight with Harry. How the everyday dinner could be special was still a mystery to her. She regarded the dinner with this adjective because that was what Harry had insisted on saying over the phone. The anticipation of the evening was bubbling in short stances in her mind and that was almost very much killing.

Harry and Y/N had kicked off a very well relationship in the last one year. Even after being the talk of the town and the whispers of the haters with distracting words and false assumptions, they managed to love each more and more everyday.

Even after a year together, it was still difficult for Y/N to put a finger as to what Harry had on his mind, especially when it came to giving her surprises.

The excitement was bubbling - this feeling never ceased to leave her when it came to him - and her eyes kept looking over to the watch on the table for it to tick seven soon. She checked her dress a thousand times, set her hair with more pins and applied a new layer of gloss on her lips if she mistakenly bit them or touched them.

Just when she headed to grab some water from the kitchen, her phone beeped with a message. The first thought on her mind: Harry.

‘Ready?’ Read the message. She bit her lip to hide the smile that seemed to have appeared from his thought.

‘Think of the devil and the devil’s here.
Mister, I am ready.’ She replied.

‘What?'Harry reverted, a smiley face attached at the end.

'I was just thinking about you’
'When do you not, baby;)’

The wink face made her chuckle and his comment had her body feeling electric.

'Are you here?’ She wrote to him.
'What were you thinking about me?’ Harry teasingly wrote.

'Harry, are you here??’
'Were you thinking about a clothed me or naked me?’
'Harry shut up and tell me where are you?!’

She could tell he was having a good laugh on the other side, and even after she tried to be all serious on the chat, she also didn’t stop her chuckles. He had this nasty habit of teasing her all the time and she would become irritated always which would satisfy his intentions. Nevertheless, she herself actually enjoyed the teasing and even banter that would commence after it. It was really crazy.

'Just on the turn to your flat, baby. You’re always so impatient.’

She put her phone aside and headed for the water she had wished for minutes ago, and on the way made a note to apply gloss afterward.

Just as she had set the glass in the sink, a loud honk came down from her kitchen window and it was all familiar as it was Harry’s car’s.

In a hurry, she slipped into her heels and grabbed her clutch and phone, and hurried down but on reaching the end of the stairs, she remembered about applying gloss.

Her shoulders fell as she couldn’t get back up now. Finding no other option, she headed over to him.

He was standing right outside the entrance of her apartment building; his dark suit tight and fitting right, his hair now short styled in a quiff and his pink, soft lips curved up in a smile. He was looking handsome as ever and the way his eyes looked at her sexily, she felt her body hot all of a sudden.

She didn’t take time and rushed over to him. They met in a kiss, that was supposed to be short but Harry would just not let her go. She sighed and kissed him back with even more passion, smiling that she didn’t apply more gloss because Harry was going to ruin it anyway.

“Hi..” He whispered when they pulled away, his raising up to brush her hair strands that had fallen on her face.

“Where’re we going tonight?” Was Y/N’s impatient reply as she tugged out of his grip, still smiling.

Harry rolled his eyes playfully, huffing out loudly in grumpiness. “Get into the car first, alright? You’ll know it once we reach there.”

She just laughed and nodded and then slid into the passenger seat when Harry advanced and opened the door for her.


They weren’t particularly at a restaurant, but Harry had parked the car right in front of the beach at the parking. He left shortly after shutting off the engine, ordering her to stay here while he comes back.

The weather was chilly at night in the city and her sleeveless dress wasn’t helping all the more. She wrapped her arms around her completely and stood, looking about here and there for Harry.

Half an hour passed and there was hardly any figure walking towards her. She felt like a fool standing outside in the parking - was he ever gonna come back?

Irritated and tired, she turned to the direction he had walked away and followed his footsteps. If they weren’t gonna lead her anywhere, they might at least lead her to somewhere.

Hot tears of frustration were boiling up in her eyes. She didn’t know what to do; for once she decided to take a taxi home, but not until she has taken off her anger on Harry.

Just as she crossed the wall separating the beach and the parking, her eyes fell on the preciously decorated beach area - a tent set up over a dinner table with fairy lights and candles.

She was astounded for a moment, frozen at her spot. The scene before her looked extravagant and expensive, relaxing even at the same time. And this was all done for her.

Now she felt like an ultimate fool. Fool for accusing Harry for something he would never do to her : leave her alone.

She turned around and came face to face with her beau, whose eyes looked down at her wide with worry and his chest went on huffing up and down.

"I thought you left..” He trailed off looking her in the eyes.

"I’m sorry..” She fell into his arms, clutching his jacket tightly as few more strings of apologies left her mouth. “I’m so stupid for thinking so negative; I’m sorry.”

She felt his arms tighten around her in a hug. “I got worried. I’m sorry too, baby. I shouldn’t have taken this long but these organizers can never do a thing right and everything was-”

"Let’s just enjoy now?” She cut him short. His head nodded merrily and a kiss was pressed to his lips before they were proceeding towards their dinner.

The dinner was extremely delicious and so light and nice. It was set right, with music in the background like in those romantic movies and a heavy bottle of white wine remained always on the table.

They laughed and talked about everything possible - his schedules at work, her schedules, family, latest gossips and so much more. It was one of the nights she could count in the best nights ever in her life.

They were on their third glass of wine in the night, and sitting across from each other all they could do was grin and chuckle at each other. Y/N looked away to the beach for a bit and brought the glass to her lips, finishing the last sip for the night.

"Move in with me.” Harry’s words struck her a second later, when she had placed the glass back on the table.

"What?” She questioned in an abrupt manner, her tone unintentionally sounding rude whereas all she was was confused.

"I’m serious this time. It’s been one year and I really, really want to have you living with me. Also, instead of having dinners at this hotels and restaurants, if we start living together, we could have candle light dinners every night then.”

His cuteness got her chuckling. “Harry..”

He made a clicking noise from his mouth. “I’m not just saying about dinners but everything. Waking up together, sleeping together, loving every night, bath times together - there’s so much!” He counted on his fingers, a prominent smile on his face. “Just think about it.”

"I will think about it.” She chuckled, her tone teasing.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “You are a lot more teasing when you’re drunk.”

Her reply was another chuckle.

"Please, Y/N? I want our relationship to get to the next level. I love you, l really love you.” He placed his hand over hers gently, looking directly into her eyes.

"I love you too.” The reply came without any hesitation. “And moving in together….i think we can-we can do it.” She finished, taking a deep breath.

The look on his face was worth it. He got up from his seat and rushed to hers, picking her up bridal style and hooting along as he walked. Their laughed harmonized together, the dim light from the sky falling over their bodies and giving out an angelic look.

"Where to, mister?” Y/N eagerly asked.

"Our home, honey, our home!”

5 Things Meme

I was tagged by @pearlchen for this lil thingy, thank you sweetie <3<33

1. 5 things you will find in my bag/backpack :

 my keys, BM mirror ^^, my phone, perfume and lip gloss.  

2. 5 things you will find in my bedroom 

books, cd’s, my cats (they are always there, my bed, TV.

3. 5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life

travel as much as possible, learn as many languages as possible (on it ^_-), move to a different country (maybe some day), I don’t know I don’t plan things much I just go with any idea I have at the moment (what ever feels right)

4. 5 things on my to-do list

learn Japanese, go to Japan, get a new tattoo, get my own place (house or an apartment), learn to ride motorcycle ^^

5. 5 things people may not know about me

I’m pretty sure there is more then 5 >.< there isn’t anyone who knows much abut me. Well, I used to draw a lot, don’t do that anymore, I love to sing, I write, was writing, am sometimes, it’s complicated, that’s it I’m not comfortable to say more, sorry.

I’m going to tag, @kuji02, @kyoselflove it’s been a while for me to tag you in anything ^^, @aoi-sensei, @kxffgt that’s it.

Thank’s again for the tag, I change my phone and for some reason I don’t get notifications so sorry if I missed any other tags. Love you all <333 

tagged by bae @jmariegw2ooc Thank you! xoxoxoxo

rules: tag people you want to get to know better

relationship status: Unavailable/Unattainable
• favorite color: Blues, purples, black. Bruises have pretty colors, okay.
• lipstick or chapstick: Both.  Also gooey lip gloss.
• last song I listened to:  Arabella by Arctic Monkeys just came on.
• last movie I watched: The Great Wall.  It was meh.
• top 3 tv shows: Ditto on Sunny, Jess hahaha.  Firefly, I miss that show so much.  And I guess of current stuff I’m all about New Girl.  I love Jessica Day.
• top 3 characters: Emma Woodhouse, Blair Waldorf, Princess Leia.  There are others but those three came to mind immediately.
• top 3 ships:  Emma and Mr. Knightley, Buttercup and Dread Pirate/Wesley, Jason Momoa and Lisa Bonet (do they have to be fictional?! lol) 
• books I’m currently reading: Going All the Way by Dan Wakefield, it’s kind of hilarious if you read it in the right context :D

Tagging:  @elessar-volundir  @sheriffshaniennemein @thefireinherveins @rynbadger @codemonkey-itazuramono @iamkuryakin

Enjolras could you be ANY MORE obvious? :’^)

Can’t Buy Love, Chapter Three

Dan x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, romance, and lots of smut.

Enjoy! -Meg x

Confused? Catch up here

/Y/N couldn’t see Daniel, but she knew he was there, standing in the corner of the room. Plush feather pillows supported her upper body, and silk sheets caressed her bare legs. She’s dressed in a pink babydoll nightgown and it compliments her and her skin nicely.


Daniel’s voice grabs her attention, and its like music to her ears, causing goosebumps to dance down her body.

“Mr. Howell” she gasps, arching her back- putting on a show for him. “Come to me” she whispers, but it’s loud enough for him to hear.

He obeys, stepping out of the shadows, the candles that are placed around the room illuminate his face. His eyes drink her in like a glass of red wine.

“What do you want?” He asks, but they both know what she wants./

“Miss Y/L/N?”

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Imagine: Matty’s face when he sees you with another boy

You were hanging out at the swing set, waiting for your boyfriend Matty to show up. You were wearing the brand new LMFAO shirt that he bought you with leopard print leggings under your denim skirt. It was a brand new outfit you knew he would die for. You put on some lip gloss and waited for your bf.

The swing starts moving and you turn around to see a boy pushing you. “Hey,” he says “I’m Quincy, 10 years old and I like playdough and popsicles,” he says. Wow, an older man! What did you ever do to deserve this? 

Just then, you hear a big grunt from across the playground. You see Matty running as fast as he can to keep you as his gf, so nobody else can have you. He runs over and kicks Quincy in the shin.

“Are you cheating on me?” He asks. “With an older man?" 

"Matty I would never-” You start.

“Save it toots, I don’t want to hear it.” Before you fully think it through, you hold his hand. “I didn’t know you felt that way y/n” You guys hold hands all the way to the candy store where he buys you a new pack of nerds <3

Love Novels (8-bit)

Preface: It’s officially been a whole year since Mod Pow, Mod Mon, and Mod Cyn have become friends and fellow nicomaki thirstlords, so to celebrate our anniversary, we’ve been working very hard the past few days to put together a collaborative piece to debut as our very first Nicomaki Trifecta post!  The following ficomic (collab by Mod Pow & Mod Mon) is set an in AU (one of our very first!) that we worked on during September of last year, and it’s a very silly, lighthearted story that is near and dear to our hearts.  To accompany the story, Mod Cyn has arranged an 8-bit version of Love Novels for your viewing/listening pleasure.  We hope you enjoy!

Writing: Mod Pow / Art: Mod Mon / Music: Mod Cyn

Pairing: NicoMaki
Words: 2000ish
Rating: K+
Summary: Be it singing, dancing, or making others smile, Nico is determined to beat Maki in everything about idols.  Meanwhile, poor Maki is in for long journey of hardship when she falls in love with someone who’s marked her as arch nemesis. (Alt: Wooing someone who is completely oblivious is a struggle.)  Idol trainee AU.

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anonymous asked:

can i get kirisaki boys wanting their thick ladies to sit in their face but the ladies are afraid of hurting them so the boys show them the benefits of face sitting ;)

Furuhashi rarely ever requested much during sex, if he said anything at all. When he tried to get you to move up his body, he literally grabbed your ass cheeks and pushed them upwards hint that he wanted you to move. Asking why he was pushing you forward, he bluntly said, “Sit on my face, ____.” You quickly moved your hands behind you to his wrists to try and move them away from your ample bottom but his hands were firm. He stared blankly at your explanation of feeling too big to be on his face and only replied with, “I like you big down there. Now do it.” Further explanation was done with his tongue.

As you and Hanamiya became more comfortable with each other, the both of you had less and less barriers with each other between the sheets. He would always ask if you were okay with moving forward with things and after he got your reassurance, he would go full force, tainting the previous innocent and gentleman-like gesture with vulgar words and lustful advances. Tonight was one of those nights as he asked if you would sit on his face, his signature smirk showing. You were flustered, making incoherent sentences to try and stall and avoid doing it, saying you were too big for such things. But Makoto was feeling rather indulgent tonight, wanting to make you feel good, so with a slight roll of his eyes and a ‘tch’, he decided to act instead of ask. “I want your cunt on my face. Or is that too much for my innocent pet to handle?” He would tease you a bit but would end up kissing your neck, pulling you to him while he ran his hand down your back. “This is your only chance, ____-chan.” He would say on your soft skin, then give it a harsh bite. “Give me what I want or I won’t let you come.”

Hara didn’t know why he waited so long to ask for this. He was always chewing on gum and exercising his jaw. Why he never thought to put it to use on some other parts of you, he did not know. Selfish of him, maybe, but he was going to fix that tonight. “Wanna sit on my face, babe?” You giggled a bit at his ridiculous question, thinking he was teasing you but when you saw that he was totally serious, you quieted down and told him how you really felt about doing such a thing. Hara shook his head in disbelief and spoke. “Ah, guess I haven’t spoiled you enough if you think like that. Well, let me put this mouth to use on that pussy, huh?” And if you kept being unsure, he might even slip in a please (because he would want you to sit on his face just that much).

The two things Seto would put any energy towards was sleep and sex. And maybe a little bit extra when he wanted something, like right now. Moving off of you in the middle of a hot make out, he laid on his back, making you think he was uninterested and going to nap. “Get up here.” He would say as he looked at you with glossed eyes, anticipating and wanting. You would protest and let your insecurity with your weight show but your boyfriend was still very interested in this new position. Licking his lips and moving to get comfortable, Seto gave an innocent shrug. “Your weight has nothing to do with how far this tongue is going inside of you.”

Yamazaki was somewhat of a gentleman when it came to sex. He wouldn’t want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable unless the situation called for it. Hiroshi’s the type to ask for what he wants, stutter a bit, and lightly blush while he does it. So when his big hands were being extra grabby and wandering only over your thighs and ass, he asked if you would do him this one favor. Of course, you thought you were too heavy to be doing such activity but Yamazaki was persistent. “I don’t care about that,” he breathed out with impatient hands grabbing at you. “I just want you to lock those legs around my head.”


Callie was straight. At least, she had been all her life. She dated men, she loved men, she even married one! Though, sitting in the cafeteria, watching the blonde next to her laugh and lightly smack her best friend caused butterflies to flutter endlessly in her stomach.

 “Watch it, Mark.” Arizona kicked him under the table.

Callie laughed, her eyes never leaving the blonde as she watched her, examined her, pondered as to why this person was making her feel…

 “…right, Torres?” Mark nudged her.

 “Huh?” she finally tore her eyes away from Arizona with a blush rushing to her cheeks.

 “I said, why don’t you, me and Robbins here go up to an on call room and-“

 Callie smacked him herself before he could finish. “Shut it.”

 Mark laughed and took a bite of his apple with a shit eating grin. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t love it, Torres.”

 Rolling her eyes, Callie returned her focus back on Arizona and chewed the inside of her mouth. She tried to prevent a laugh from passing her lips at the annoyed expression on the blue eyed beauty’s face.

 “In your dreams, Mark.” Arizona said.

 Throwing his head back, Mark took another bite from the red fruit and mumbled a few more inappropriate lines before leaving the two alone.

“Can you believe him?” Arizona scoffed, taking an angry bite from a carrot.

 Callie couldn’t help but watch Arizona’s lips, the way they wrapped around the carrot, the way her tongue poked out to lick her lips. She couldn’t stop her eyes as they trailed to her jaw, watched the soft skin move as she chewed or the way her soft neck just asked to be caressed as she swallowed.

 “Earth to Callie.”

Callie blinked, Arizona’s hand waving in her face bringing her back to reality. “Sorry.” She shook her head and avoided looking at Arizona all together. She didn’t want Arizona to think she was a stalker or something from the way she was staring at her. “Yeah, Mark is pretty full of himself, huh?”

 “I couldn’t even picture it. Any guy, for that matter.” She shivered. “No way. Now, you?” she narrowed her eyes and looked Callie up and down. “Maybe. Mark? No way.” She smirked at Callie and finished her lunch.

 “And then Karev yelled at this kid’s parents! I mean,” Arizona turned to Callie, t-shirt waving in her hand as she ranted. “I told him so many times to talk to the parents calmly, but to still get the point across and what does he do?” she paused for dramatic effect. “He’s a great person, he’s going to be an amazing surgeon, but it’s so hard trying to teach him how not be an ass!

 Callie’s mouth fell open, brown eyes stuck on a freckle right above her blue bra covered breasts. She couldn’t recall a period in her life where she felt pulled to stare at a woman, let alone anyone the way she was right now.

 She was straight. Straight girls don’t stare at their friend’s chest while they talked about their job. There was just something about Arizona and it confused her, complicated what she thought she knew and what she felt.

  Scrambling to pick her jaw up from the floor, Callie muttered, “Yeah, he can be a handful,” and faced away from the still shirtless Arizona.

 It was silent between the two for a few moments. A few people left the attendee’s lounge and the brunette found it harder and harder not to turn around and once again blatantly stare at the woman behind her. “Hey, Callie, can I ask you something?”

 Her voice was closer than Callie had wanted, shivers dancing down her spine into the hairs on the back of her neck. “Sure.” She slipped her leather jacket on and looked at Arizona. Her face was close, almost close enough to feel the breeze her lashes sent with each blink. Thankfully, she was dressed, chest now covered by a black blouse. She looked down at her feet, twiddled her thumbs and sighed.

 “I didn’t say anything to upset you earlier, did I?”

 Callie chuckled. “What?”

 “I mean, since lunch, since I made that comment, you’ve been acting different. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

 “No, no, you didn’t.” Callie turned her body and mirrored Arizona, the dirt under her fingernails suddenly very interesting.

 Arizona giggled with relief. “Okay, ‘cause I like you and I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

 The two sat side by side for a moment longer, Callie licking her lips as she tried to gain some strength to talk. “Can I ask you something, too?” she looked at Arizona with wide brown eyes. She watched Arizona smile, a few curls of hair falling when she tilted her head.

 “Of course, Callie.”

 Deciding that space would make what she wanted to say easier, Callie scooted a few inches away.

 “I don’t want to sound like a teenager, or…juvenile. But, do you like like me?”

 Oh god, she did not just say that. She buried her face in her hands and almost cringed at how badly her cheeks burned. Why did she ask that? Thinking it was one thing, but after saying it out loud and hearing how ridiculous it sounded? She wanted to get up and escape, breathe in the rain that came with the Seattle air, but a hand stopped her.


 “Don’t, just don’t say anything.”

 Arizona used her other hand to trail her fingers down Callie’s face. “I see the way you look at me. I’m not blind.” She made a silly face and let her hand rest on Callie’s thigh. “But I always thought you were into men?”

 “I am. I still am.”

 Arizona’s brows furrowed. “Are you bisexual?”

 “I don’t know.” Callie rushed. “I just know that…I really like you.”

 A smile formed, dimples popping. “I really like you, too.”

 Callie looked at the hand on her thigh. She still didn’t know how she was feeling, how a woman could cause her heart to race or for her stomach to bundle with nerves every time Arizona was around. She wasn’t sure how she felt about women, but she was pretty sure she knew how she felt about Arizona.

 She loved seeing her smile in the halls, watching her hands work quickly as she rushed to save a child’s life. She smiled when the blonde talked about surgery, or, much like she just was, ranting in her type-a fashion; she was amazing. Miraculous. She wasn’t sure she felt so enamored by anyone, no matter the gender.

 “I know you don’t mess with newborns and you have so much experience. I just, I can’t ignore how I feel anymore.”

 The door to the lounge opened and they pulled apart.

  “Hey, Torres!” Derek almost sung waltzing into the room. “Robbins. Great surgery you two managed to pull off today. Congrats on the save.”

 “Thank you.” They both replied automatically.

 Derek retrieved a few items completely oblivious to the private moment the other two people in the room were sharing. He was too caught up in his own joy, thinking about the activities he and Meredith would pursue later that night. “Have a good evening, Torres, Robbins,”

 Ignoring the perfect haired surgeon, Callie and Arizona gazed into brown and blue orbs. Their eyes remained on each other, studying one another as if they could read what the other was thinking and feeling. The air was thick with want, their breaths quickening and heartbeats going faster and faster as realization set in.

 “I’m going to kiss you.” Callie didn’t want for Arizona to respond before taking her pale, creamy face under her hands and kissing her softly. She kept her eyes closed, afraid that when her lips were lonesome again, Arizona would be gone or she’d be upset.

 She dropped her hands and waited. For anything.

 “Callie, you can open your eyes.”

 Brown eyes peeked, tip toed into view expecting the worst to appear when they came into full view. “You’re right. I usually don’t, associate myself with newborns. Though, I’ve learned some things are worth the risk. Wait, that’s not what I mean.” Her hands danced in the air, Callie unable to hold back her smile at the adorable trait. “You’re stunning, smart, brilliant; I have people lining up for me, but you…you’re amazing. You’re not the only one who’s been looking, Calliope.” She pecked Callie’s cheek, gathered her jacket and got up. “I’ll see you around.”

 Callie held her cheek with a wide smile and breathed after what felt like years. The air that entered her lungs felt new, the taste on her lips, a faint taste of lip gloss from the other woman, still lingering just enough. She threw on her jacket, sitting for a moment to take in what had just happened.

 She was definitely into Arizona.

the carnival / riarkle au

based on: this scene from she’s the man (minus the fight scene)

inspired by: girlmeetsangst’s ‘kiss kiss’  ♡

au: everyone’s 17-ish and core four doesn’t exist. riley is planning on kissing lucas at the kissing booth, but farkle comes in as an early substitute. enjoy! ٩(•ᵕ•๑)

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