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Sleepy Mornings

Request: Could I request some fluff pls? Like after months/years of Newt pining over the reader (maybe she was w someone else or w/e) and theyre finally together and it’s just newt’s point of view of the first time they share a bed (just sleeping) and reader is asleep and he is just awake and thinking about how surreal it is that he’s finally got her and maybe then following morning? Sorry if that makes no sense it’s 4am and I haven’t slept but I love your writing💜

Word Count: 1,185

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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20 years. Though he hadn’t always been aware he’d been waiting, and though sometimes he’d felt he was waiting for someone else, all this time he’d been waiting for this moment right here.

The bedroom is silent, the sounds outside muted by the dawn breaking over the horizon; the only light in the room is the fractured rays of golden and rosy, blushing light slipping through the thin panes of glass lining the wall, and Newt lies awake, a strange, floating feeling filling his chest. He wonders for a moment if he’s dreaming, if it’s truly possible that he’s here, next to your mumbling figure, but there’s no mistaking your beauty nor the way you mutter his name, twisting the sheets further as you roll onto your side, still too caught in the hazy fog of sleep to fully wake.

Streaks of the light cast shadows that dance over your face as your chest rises and falls gently like the waves of the ocean you’d married near. Newt had spent so long trying to be sure he’d chosen the right spot, and all you’d had to do was squeeze his hand and smile to quell his fears. Oh, how beautiful you’d looked that day, grinning ear-to-ear and swaying when the band began your favorite song.

Beautiful, but nothing compared to how you look now, wrapped up only inches away from Newt, mouth parted the slightest as soft breaths escape your lips.

A smile edges onto Newt’s lips as you steal his breath away with the utter peace in your expression.

He tentatively reaches forward, fingers grazing along your cheek carefully, just to be sure you’re here, you’re real. When you shift, blinking and smiling sleepily at him before you’re even fully awake, Newt’s stomach flutters up again. It’s a ridiculous feeling, he knows, but Merlin help him. If the feeling never leaves, if he can’t help the full grin slipping onto his face every time you smile at him like that, he’ll be more blessed than he ever imagined possible.

“Morning,” you mumble, your voice thick with sleep.

“Sleep well?”

“Not long enough.”

Newt chuckles, his voice a low sound that spills through the quiet peace of the bedroom. “You can sleep more if you’d like. We’ve nothing to do today.”

You pop one eye open, squinting at Newt. “Nothing?”

He reaches forward, dragging his fingers up your arm. “Nothing.”

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4 | No Escape

Genre: Apocolypse AU / Fluff / Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1,863

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory, mentions of rape

“What are you going to do? Shoot me with that gun? Little man, If you would look around, I think I out numbered you by maybe fifteen people.”

Masterlist ♥︎

Ask/Request

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

A/n: Sorry this part is so short, its sort of just a fill in chapter

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Houses as Annoying Things

Slytherin: Stubbing your toe, getting something stuck in your eye, randomly getting a cramp in your neck, getting grass stains on our new jeans, getting a sliver, a run in your stockings, when a ring gets stuck on your finger, people with bad breath talking too close.

Ravenclaw: Papercuts, an annoying noise when you’re trying to sleep, bad hair days, someone tapping on their desk during a test, being left on “read”, somebody who keeps making typos while texting you, “OMIGOD you’re such a cute lil nerd!! But don’t do that nerdy thing it’s not cool”.

Hufflepuff: When a photo won’t load on your phone, stepping in water with socks on, cutting your tongue while trying to seal a letter, double-booking yourself and having to cancel plans, opening our phone in the night to full brightness, paint that won’t come out of your hair.

Gryffindor: Spilling a hot drink on your lap, burning your hand while cooking, ripping a new shirt the day you got it, people chewing too loud, construction work outside your house drilling, biting the inside of your cheek by accident, when your coffee is WAY hotter than expected.

Home - Part 5 - Bruce X Daughter!Reader

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

MASTERLIST

TAKING REQUESTS

FAQ’s

Summary: Life carries on in the Avengers Tower. You make new friends, and certain friendships starts to climb towards something more.

Warnings: None.

Words: 2 572+

A/N: I MIGHT HAVE WATCHED SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING LAST WEEK AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN RIDICULOUSLY GOOD AND I MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN MY ALREADY CRITICAL CRUSH ON TOM HOLLAND QUADRUPLED (FUCK SPELLING IDK) AND YEAH SO THAT’S THAT *intense, internal, screaming*

(Also, don’t even get me started on how cheesy my summaries always are…) So, I’m posting once again, trying to makeup for being away by posting my most requested thing ever, which is Home Part 5, if you didnt get that.

Hope you enjoy, please tell me what you think and comment “Steve “Pimp Daddy” Rogers” if you read this cause I honestly, fucking, doubt people read my A/N’s.

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Birthday Girl {Ethan Dolan Imagine}

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: Fluffy, Eating out, Language.

I groaned as my mind drifted out of my dream state and into the reality of the sun beaming through the curtains and on to my face. I hear a deep chuckle come from beside me which caused my eyes to flicker open, I turn to the man that was currently twirling my bedhead in his fingers, he then caressed my cheek. I smiled up at him, muttering a ‘Good morning’ then nuzzling my head into his chest, he placed a gentle kiss to the top of my head and encapsulated me in his strong arms. I always felt most comfortable in Ethan’s arms.

“Good morning my beautiful, birthday girl!” He lifted my head up to look at him, I focused on his beautiful hazel eyes, the eyes that have watched me shed tears of sadness, happiness, frustration, stress and pain. The eyes that made me feel most at home, when I was the furthest from it, the eyes that kept me from the deep depths of depression and the eyes that made me fall head over heels for the guy who spilt coffee all over my new shirt the first day we met.

Ethan planted his plump lips against mine, I melted into the kiss as our lips moved in sync, melding together like it was a second language to us, which it practically was. His hands traveled to my waist, repositioning me so that I was straddling his lap. Our gentle kiss turned from innocent to lustful, Ethan’s hands roamed my body, pulling his old wrestling shirt over my head, flinging it somewhere in the room. I pull away, a sly smirk playing on my lips.

“I didn’t know you kids nowadays were so naughty.” Being the older one in the reIationship wasn’t always bad, Ethan always liked to remind me that even though he was younger, didn’t mean he wasn’t experienced. I kissed down his jaw and hearing the deep groan escape his lips only proved my point.

“Baby you know, for a fact, that I can easily out fuck every guy you have ever been with, and I’m only 17.” Confidence dripped from his voice as he flipped us over, so now I was pinned under him, his eyes glazed over with lust. He pulled down my panties and kissed from my lips, down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach and just above my throbbing heat. He could easily make me cum by just looking at me the right way, I was wrapped around his finger, and the fucker knew it. He spread my thighs and licked a stripe up my core, I bite my lip as I kept eye contact with him. Ethan kissed my clit softly, then he began kitten licking it, keeping his eyes locked on my face. My mouth dropped open, my fingers cling on to the sheets for dear life, I could feel him smirk against me.

“Am I making my birthday girl feel good?” I helplessly nod my head, not trusting my voice enough to speak out. Suddenly his mouth was taken off of me, causing me to whine out.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, yes you make me feel amazing Ethan!” I cry out, hoping he would return to his previous actions. My prays were answered and he smirked, returning his mouth to my soaked core. He started to sucking my sensitive nub, plugging a digit into my aching heat. I threw my head back, moaning, Ethan added another finger and began curling them, hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I could feel my high approaching as I clenched around him, Ethan swirled his tongue around my clit, flicking, pressing and rubbing it, pushing me over the edge. My fingers pulled at the sheets as my orgasm ripped through me, my legs trembling, long strings of moans pushing past my lips. As I came down from my high, Ethan kissed my hypersensitive nub and laid back down beside me, wrapping my weak body with his.

“Happy Birthday babygirl.”

Church of the Poison Mind Ch. 3 (Trixya) - Dahlia

A/N: Thank you for all of the lovely feedback on the last two chapters, seeing those little asks truly makes my heart soar! Also thank you to the literal step mom of my of my fic, Lale, thank you for listening to me whine!! And Matilda for all of the college information (which I would be so lost without) and kind words of encouragement!! GO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS, THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL. Anyway, this is just like 3k of Trixie crying and being a hot mess. Enjoy! Also feel free to drop me a line @DahliasForKatya !!

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Release Factor

There’s gonna be some talking before we get this show on the road.

This is ridiculously overdue, seeing as I saw them in May, 2016.

So here’s my Got7 experience. The concert/fanmeet was amazing. I was constantly jumping up and down, I almost hit my friend in the face. I loved every second of it. JB and Junior were constantly making silly faces, unknowningly of course. JB has this habit of shrinking his face into his neck. Junior is as beautiful as you imagined. Youngjae was always laughing with his big open, square mouthed smile. Jackson and Bambam were exactly as advertised, constantly bantering back and forth, being smart asses. Bambam got a moose. Yugyeom was shy, until he was asked to dance, then he started popping his chest left and right. And Mark, he was probably the most surprising to me. He was the best in my opinion, not that they weren’t all great. But he constantly had eye contact with the crowd and was always smiling. The photo-op rushed, which I did not appreciate, I barely got a glance of Yugyeom (who was at the end) before we had to go off stage.

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But it was earlier in the day that was really shocking. So me and my friends left the Toronto convention centre, I can’t remember the particular reason why, probably because nothing was going on. Connected to the convention centre in this fancy hotel. So we were walking from the centre past the hotel, and as the good kpop fans that we are, we saw a cute asian guy and all started talking about him. Then we noticed him looking around, as if he was checking. Then a white van pulled up. We didn’t think to much of it, until someone suspiciously looking like Yugyeom walked out, but it wasn’t till Bambam, wearing his signature cheetah print hoodie thing, that it hit us. All three of us instantly stopped  dead in our tracks, and just stared. We were shocked, they were real and right in front of us, so close we could almost taste them. And they knew we were kpop fans, because no normal Canadian would have given a fuck about those small beautiful asian men. We watched them go by, and the last to come out was JB, and he had obviously been watching us. Because when he came out he paused for a second and kind of looked at each us with an open posture, expecting us to say something, wave, do anything. But no, we wasted that chance of a solo moment with the guys. It will haunt me forever.

So yeah, sadness. 

Seeing our boys live was amazing, if you ever get the chance do it. Also, junior had a boner the whole time.

So in honour of seeing these beautiful creatures, here’s a fanfic inspired by true events (some stuff obviously was not real life, I’m sure you can figure that out on your own) lets start with Yugyeom.

A/N: edited



My friends and I, Cam and Sally, were walking towards a restaurant to get lunch to fill up the hours in the concert. I had bought a new shirt the day before after spilling stuff on my white shirt, it was a black tank top with a robot and a dominatrix in a rather explicit position, over top I sported my rusty orange suede fringe jacket. I thought it worked well with my slightly beat up red converse.

We were walking and talking,  and I looked down at my phone checking a message. It took me a moment to realize Cam and Sally had stopped talking, and when I glanced back I saw them frozen in place, but by then I had bumped into someone.

I bent down to pick up my phone and when I looked at who I bumped into I froze.

Staring at me with quizzical looks was Got7. More specifically standing right infront of me was Kim Yugyeom, his eyes wide from underneath his snapback.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I said, barely a whisper.

“Are you okay?” Bambam asked, right behind him in his leopard print hooded coat.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good,” I said, my voice getting quieter the longer I spoke as the rest of the members came into view.

“You’re Got7.” I said that one quiet enough for me to just hear. 

Then to my horror I reached out my hand slowly and poked Yugyeom in the shoulder. It was like living in slow motion, I wanted to pull my hand back, but I needed to know that I wasn’t hallucinating.

I saw Junior smiling at with the bright, squinty eyed smile that lit up his face.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just shocking to see you’re real,” I said knowing only three of them could understand me. I heard mumbles of Korean between them.

“It’s so nice to meet you, my name’s Y/N,” I said nervously and held out my hand. Bambam came in first, but bypassed my hand and went straight in for a hug. The others followed suit, all saying hi with beautiful smiles, Youngjae laughed as we hugged.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you guys tonight,” I said again. “Well, we are,” I gesture over to Cam and Sally, who are still frozen in shock and awe.

“That’s awesome,” Mark said eagerly with his fangy smile. “We’ll see you then.”

 “Yeah,” I said excited. Then they started to leave, and Cam shouted awkwardly, “Bambam!” And she quickly dabbed as if he were the dabb king and she merely a dabb subject. He dabbed back, which seemingly made her day. And then they disappeared into the hotel. 

 We waited the rest of the day, still not being able to believe that we had seen them. And when we finally saw them perform I couldn’t help but jump up and down when they went on stage. It was wonderful. When it ended it was time for the photo op.

My friends and I lined up as we watched the boys take photos with other fans. Then it was our turn, we had to take our photo with about twelve other girls. My friends and I went forward, and as I followed I glanced over at the boys, and before I knew it one foot twisted in front of the other and I was falling. I slammed down on the stage and hit my head with a deafening thud. 

I felt the pain surging at the back of my head, and it felt like things were moving in slow motion. I reached back to feel the painful bump, and felt hands on my arms, pulling me upwards.

The staff was helping me upwards, and before I knew it I was in between Mark and Yugyeom, ones arm around my waist, and the others over my shoulder. 

The other fans still sat in front, obviously envious.

As the photos were taken I felt Mark slip something in my back pocket. I didn’t look down.

The boys all hugged me and  tried to express the hope that I wasn’t hurt too bad, when Jackson hugged me, he said, “I’ll see you later.“ 

I rush off stage with my friends right behind me, freaking out in my ear that they touched me, that I had touched them. I check what was in my back pocket quickly, it was a hotel key. I didn’t mention it to Cam and Sally and just shoved it in my bag, saving it for a more relaxed moment.

I freaked out with them for a while, not that we hadn’t done that earlier, but I had a train to catch and they had somewhere to be. So we parted ways.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I had to leave, but I didn’t want to. They had given me a clear invitation. So I rushed over to the hotel which was attached to the concert venue. As I walked I saw a group of girls waiting at the parking lot, obviously waiting for them, but I kept walking.

When I got to the elevators, I almost didn’t hit the button. I thought I was crazy, it was crazy. Shit like this doesn’t just happened. I thought it was a prank. But I couldn’t resist, so I pressed the button anyway. Then I heard Korean. I looked over and saw two giant bodyguards coming my way. I kept watching until I see Jackson first, then JB. I make eye contact with Junior and rushed into the elevator and pressed the floor number. I waited for the doors to close, praying for them to close quickly, but they don’t close fast enough.

One would assume they’d take a different elevator, I assumed that, though I don’t know why.

Jackson walked in first.

"Oh, hey,” he said with a cheerful smile.

They others all filed in after him, each smiling. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jackson asked.

It kind of startled me, I had been tucking myself against the wall. I was fairly certain that Mark had put the card in my pocket, and Jackson was right, he would see me later, but I didn’t know if the others were in on whatever Mark and Jackson were doing.

He was standing next to me, I looked at him and saw the other six returning my gaze. I stared wide eyed for a moment before coming to my senses.

“Uh, yeah, it was great. I’ve never been to a concert before, so I thought it was really good,” I said a little nervously.

“Really? How old are you?” he asks. I thought it was a strange question, but it kind of fit, I guess. I could hear Mark whispering the translations for the others.

“I’m eighteen, uh, twenty in Korea, but eighteen here. I’m actually older than Yugyeom, by barely a month, but still,” I said, starting to ramble.

“Do you live here?” Mark asked as the door opened.

“Yeah,” I said and got off first as we all hovered in the elevator for a while, not realizing that they had never clicked another floor. We all exited. I don’t know why I should have been surprised, at least two of them wanted me there.

“You live in the hotel?” Bambam said with a laugh in his voice. The boys lingered around until I responded.

“No, but from the looks of it I wouldn’t be a opposed to it,” I said with a smile. The boys dispersed walking towards their separate rooms, except Mark. It was obvious then that he had slipped me the key.

He waited behind me as I opened the door. I kind of rushed in, I could hear the door slowly click shut behind me.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” he said as he slowly walked towards me.

“Why did I come? Why am I here?” I asked sitting down on one of the two beds in the room. Mark stood in front of me hesitantly.

“The others will be here soon. We have… we have something to ask you. We talked about it after we met you earlier to day,” Mark said and leaned against the wall across from me. I knew that Mark was supposed to be a quiet guy, but he seemed to feel the need to explain, to talk, which was out of character. “Our lives are very controlled nowadays. It’s hard to really do anything without permission, not that we can’t do what we want, we just… we don’t get to very often. We chose this life, and a lot of the time it’s worth it. 99% percent of the time it’s because of the fans, how much they love us, but that other percent doesn’t seem worth it, it makes it hard to go on.” He looked around as he spoke, only glancing at me from time to time. It was as if he was saying it for the first time. “So every now and then we have a special night, and that’ why you’re here.”

Then the door opened.

The rest of the members filed in, led by JB, who stared at me until the others had found their spots. Bambam sat right next to me, Jackson sat on the other bed, while Youngjae and Junior sat on the small couch, Yugyeom leaned against the wall, and Jb remained standing. 

It was silent between us for a moment, but JB starting talking to the others, which meant I had no idea what he was saying.

“Are you a virgin?” Bambam asked quietly while the others talked.

I stuttered non-sense before finally answering shyly, “uh, yeah.”

He justed smiled and then spoke to the others, telling them I was a virgin no doubt. I kept hearing them use the word “Cheonyeo”, so I assume that’s virgin, they also keep looking over at Yugyeom who shifts uncomfortabley.

Then they stopped talking and finally addressed me.

“Y/N,” Mark said, looking at me. “We have something to ask you?”

I freeze and shift my wide eyes over each of them. “Uh, what?”

“It’s a bit sensitive, so you have to promise not to tell anyone outside of this room.”

“Sure, pinky swear, and I take those very seriously,” I said holding up my pinky, but then lowing it awkwardly.

Mark took a moment. 

“We only do this sometimes, when we really need it. It could be life ruining if done wrong-”

“Oh my God just tell me. Seriously the suspense is killing me,” I blurted out.

“Will you sleep with us… some of us,” he said loudly, making me stare at him with a slack jaw.

I blinked slowly, taking in what he had asked me, and I must have taken a long pause, because they started talking amongst themselves again.

“Y/N?” Bambam asked from behind me, shaking my shoulder.

“Okay, why not,” I said slightly in a daze, looking at Mark, shaking my head with disbelief.

“Well… well, great, um, we’ll just, we’ll just go,” he said nodding awkwardly, whilst rubbing his thighs before standing up. 

“Have fun,” Bambam whispered before he and the others leave, with only Yugyeom remaining.

After a few moments passed in silence. I finally worked up the courage to say anything.

“Hi,” I said before standing up, walking towards him slowly.

“Hi,” he said, looking down, very shy. 

I took his hand, surprising him slightly as he jumped. Our eyes meet, and I can see the nervous fear in his brown eyes.

“Come,” I said gently, pulling him towards the bed. He sat down, hands between his thighs.

“Cheonyeo?” I asked, hoping I was right in my assumption that it’s the word for virgin.

He nodds silently.

I start undoing my belt as Yugyeom watched, fascinated. But I stopped. I decided that if he wouldn’t take control, I would. I got down on my knees and reached for his jean buttons, he looked at me with wide eyes, shocked that any girl would do such a thing, that she would take charge like that. I undid his jeans just enough, before standing up and undoing my own.

He stared as I took off my jeans clumsily, not as shy anymore, just curious. I made my way to him slowly. I straddled him, my top still on. I could feel him hardening beneath me. His hands went to my waist while mine went around his neck. We pulled eachother close until his head was in the crook of my neck under my chin.

“Gwaenchanha,” I said. ‘It’s alright.’

He looked up at me and made a decision. Yugyeom flipped us over so he now layed on top of me.

His jeans hung loosely on his hips as he hovered above me for a few brief moments. He was trying to figure out a game plan, but I could see he was scared. I was scared. So I reached down for the hem of my shirt, and he immediately followed, lifting it up over my head until only my bra and underwear remained.

I raised my mouth up to meet his. We kissed shakily as my hands slipped under me and unhooked my bra. I pulled it loose mid-kiss and immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a hand on the back of his head. Yugyeom’s hands went up to my breasts and felt them in all their glory. He was a bit rough with them, jerking them about from being overly excited. 

Then hands started to go lower as he reached for his jeans and pulled down his boxers. I did the same with my underwear. And then it was us. Naked, uninhibited, us.

We waited, seeing if the other would back out, but that didn’t happen.

 Yugyeom wasn’t my favourite member, there were reasons I loved others more, as there always are. But I loved them all. It was like choosing ice cream. Sure you have your favourite flavour, but when it came to ice cream, there was no bad option (except cotton candy and bubble gum, I will never understand why that needed to exist).

Yugyeom guided himself in slowly. I winced as I held back the pain, pressing my face against his neck. Yugyeom was enjoying himself, evident by the small moans escaping his lips.

The rest was how you’d imagine the first time between two virgins being. Shakey, nerve racking, slightly painful, and fast. But I will say that all of Yugyeom’s dancing had made him a good thruster. He lasted about thirty seconds at most, which I’ve come to understand is not half bad, for a virgin.

Afterwards the two of us laid in  bed. He wanted me close, so I laid beside him under the covers with my head on his chest. I wanted to tell him he’d done a good job, even if I didn’t come (not that I had been expecting to), but all you can do is be physical with someone who doesn’t understand you.

When I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and he had a pleased smile on his lips. I nestled into him and for about ten minutes we just laid like that, until there was a knock on the door.

I felt Yugyeom tense, and a few seconds later he started to move to get up. I sat up bringing my knees to my chest and rested my head on them, watching him get dressed. I tried to engrave every inch of him into my mind, not wanting to mistake him for a dream.

He had just pulled his top on when he looked over at me. He leaned across the bed and kissed me delicately.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, thickly muddled by his accent.

“Kamsahabnida,” I replied. ‘Thank you’

Then he left. I was a virgin no more, and neither was he.