no shoes allowed


Just returned from an awesome competition weekend at the NEIHC Open in New York 😊 After a rough start on Saturday in which Vigri did not tolerate the heat and humidity well and in which I let my nerves get the better of me, Vigri and I finished third in both the V1 AND T1 finals on scores we were really happy with! The T1 final was some of the best I’ve ever felt him in competition, he just came to life and was SO enthusiastic and bright, a true joy to ride! I received several compliments on how balanced and happy he looked, and a couple of people commented that it was nice to see a horse competing at this level in a snaffle without a noseband 😊 I am so proud of my horse!! It was also a very exciting show for us because we are the first in the US to show under the new experimental shoeing rules, which allow composite (nonmetal) shoes and hoof boots. Vigri is currently shod in Duplo composite shoes and all weekend people were asking to pick up his feet to look at the shoes. I was thrilled to see people showing such interest. The shoes improve shock absorption, in fact one study shows that shock absorption for the joints is BETTER in composite shoes and hoof boots than it is when the hooves are totally bare, so if this rule gets approved outside of the experimental period it will be a big win for equine welfare in the sport. I was proud to be the first American to compete in approved composite shoes in FEIF classes at a sanctioned show!

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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“We are the last rock stars of our generation. The other ones are gone.”


Contains : roommate!jungkook, angst, SMUT !

Words : + 3,5k

Group : BTS

Member: Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Summary : You hated everything about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together, forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a choice.
Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.

Originally posted by purelyjimin

A/N : You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.

You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning.
You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.

« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence.
Jungkook moved his head, questionning.

« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth.
The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head. « Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.

« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.  « We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.

You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work.
Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.

« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.

« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.

He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.

You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven.
You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.

It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.

You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.

Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.

The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs.
You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.

Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.

« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook.
People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.

You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes.
Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.

« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to.
« Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.

Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.

« We’re just having a little party. », he explained. « Dance with me. »

His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes. « Jungkook. », you said sweetly.
The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.

« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. »
Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.

« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »

In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.

If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.

You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.

After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.

Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.

A girl moaning. 

You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever.
You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.

You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face.
You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear.
You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.

To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened.
You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.

Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck. 

You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.

« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.

« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.

You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip.
« Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.

Your hand smacked his torso, « What the fuck, no. »

« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word.
You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »

Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued, « Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.

He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you.
His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it.
Smirking, he hummed, « You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »

He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them. 

« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.

 After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.

Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ?
If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened.
And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.

Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.

And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.

He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect.
The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.

He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.

And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.

But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.

Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you.
Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.

You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door. « Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.

But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.

Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.

Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.

The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.

You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.

Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead.
You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.

Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before

your name.

Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.

But you heard it again, clearer this time.

« Y/N, fuck ! »

And your heart sank, once again.
Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,

it stopped.

It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again.
You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.

Oh, fuck.

You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso.
He looked up, and froze.

For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.

Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.

« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.

« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.

« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone. 

« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.

« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.

« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.

The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.

« Can I kiss you ? »

And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.

His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.

His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.

A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.

Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.

« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him. 

Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.

Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.

« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.

You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.

« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.

« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy.
His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.

He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.

Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off.
Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.

« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.

« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of  his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.

You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.

He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.

« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.

« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.

You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.

« You. »

Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.

« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.

« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.  « Moan for me or I’ll stop. »

You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.

Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.

He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.

« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.

Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.

A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.

Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.

He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.

Jungkook chukled,« Sorry for the dress. »

this outfit is totally unremarkable except for the shoes, which allow you to see clearly where I’ve written “bitch” on my foot in henna

16: dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight.

I loved writing this one! I didn’t know what to title it though. 

You can still send me a number  

“Do you think we should start getting back to the hotel?” Shawn asks y/n looking around the city nervously. He had forgotten where the hotel was and he was pretty sure that they where lost but y/n didn’t seem to mind one but. In fact Shawn wasn’t even sure if she had noticed just how far they had walked away from the hotel. She was beyond excited about visiting her boyfriend on tour for the first time and intended on making the best out of it, even if they had an early morning flight to somewhere else tomorrow. Nothing was going to ruin this moment for her.

“What time is it?” She finally looked up at him, the surrounding lights of the city square where nothing compared to the bright smile placed on y/n’s face. Shawn had to stop for a brief moment to properly let the imagine sink into his mind before he could respond.

He pulled out his phone checking the time before quickly turning his attention back to the beautiful girl before him that brought him so much happiness with the simplest things without even being aware of it.

“Ten- thirty”

“It’s still early, come on I want to see what’s going on over there” she turned back around gesturing to where a crowd of people where gathered along the promenade on the beach, lanterns illuminating the strip from the dark.

Eagerly y/n tugged on shawn’s hand pulling him along. He couldn’t  remember the last time that he felt so content with someone doing something so simple. Was he falling in love with y/n? They had been dating for nearly six months and in that time span he found himself becoming more and more attached to her. His heart fluttered at the thought. He was beyond crazy about her from the times she’d sit up late at night and talk on the phone with him when he wasn’t feeling right to the effortless way she constantly made him feel so much lighter when she was around.

As they neared there destination they noticed that the hundreds of people gathering around where looking at the stalls that had been set up selling anything and everything.

Delighted y/n turned back to Shawn smiling wider, which Shawn wasn’t sure could have even been possible until now, giving a small jump of excitement that she wasn’t even aware she did before hurrying towards the busy crowds to see what goods where being sold.

As they entered the crowd there grips on each others hands got tighter and Shawn pulled y/n closer to him to give him a sense of security. Although they where lost in a foreign city he didn’t feel lost but he knew he suddenly would if he lost the girl before him.

Stalls where selling things from fudge to candles, drawings, t-shirts, jewellery, and mostly food.
Y/n pointed out things that excited her but they didn’t have much of a chance to stop and look at them, the crowd pushing them along.

“Do you want anything?” Shawn bent down and asked y/n in her ear so he could be heated over the loud crowd. She looked up at him and shook her head no but Shawn new that she was lying. The two had only planned on going on a small walk after dinner they didn’t expect to end up God knows where so y/n had brought neither her phone nor her wallet with her.

After looking at all the stalls they, Shawn, decided on buying ice-cream and then walking along the beach. The further they walked the quieter it got. Neither had there shoes on allowing there feet to feel the sand and the water that would sometimes greet there feet.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn asked when y/n stopped walking. She was facing out at the sea but her attention was on the full moon above.

“I was wondering, do you think it’s the moon that makes the stars look beautiful at night or do you think it’s the stars that make the moon look beautiful at night?” She asked he eyebrows creasing together a little as she thought deeply.

Shawn had to contain himself not too laugh but he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face at the bizarre question his girlfriend had asked.

When y/n didn’t hear a respond she turned to make sure her boyfriend was still there however to her displeasure she only frowned more when she saw his reaction.

“I’m serious.” She groaned turning back to face the endless dark water stepping in a little deeper allowing the waves to crash against her bare legs.

“I think it’s both” she heard Shawn say causing her to turn back to him yet again. He stood there admiring everything about her from the way that her facial expression was blank showing her natural beauty as she waited for his response, to the that she stood there before him mid-calf in the water for no apparent reason. “ I think neither would look beautiful without each other, the compliment one another.” He added shoving his free hand in his pocket as he leaned back waiting for y/n’s response.

It seemed good enough for her, she nodded giving a small hum that could barley be heard over the crashing waves. The two stayed silent but not for long. A wide smile appeared on y/n’s face and as soon as the thought popped into her head she turned around and ran towards Shawn.

Grabbing onto his hand like an excited child, causing him to drop his shoes, she looked up at him smiling broadly and eyes gleaming.

“Let’s go for a swim!” Y/n exclaimed biting down on her bottom lip to try and contain her excitement.

It took a few moments for what y/n had said to register with Shawn, him being to distracted by how perfect she is.

“What? No!” He frowned while still smiling at her, slightly shocked by the spontaneous suggestion from his girlfriend. Is she serious, he wondered to himself in disbelief.

“What why?” Y/n wasn’t shocked by his response but she pressed along with the subject anyway.

“Because” Shawn laughed. He took his hand from y/n’s trio and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s night time” he shrugged not  realising how pathetic his answer truly was  until after he responded.

“So?” Y/n questioned confused.

“So we’ll get cold” Shawn shrugged hopelessly. Y/n rolled her eyes in response before  growing her shoes onto the ground next to him.

“Fine grandpa I’ll just swim by myself, I don’t need you” y/n replied cheekily before taking of her shorts followed by her t-shirt leaving her in just her underwear and bra.

Shawn’s cheeks flushed as he watch his girlfriend and he couldn’t help but feel Ashamed for staring. Sure she was his girlfriend but that was the closest her had seen her to naked.

Without another word to Shawn y/n sprinted into the surprisingly  warm water splashing around by herself and laughing at the insanity of what she was doing. Shawn watched her from the shore in disbelief. How could she be doing something like this? But there was nothing wrong with the situation, she wasn’t breaking any laws.

“Come on Shawn” she called out but Shawn shook his head.

“Please” she beefed laughing as she was tackled buy another wave. Shawn shook his head no again.

The joyful smile on y/n’s face fell slightly but she tried everything in her power not to let it show. Instead she dived under the water and when she resurfaced she faced her back to Shawn, looking out into the endless dark water.

Feeling bad for the fact that he ruined her happiness slightly Shawn couldn’t help but feel the need to fix his mistake. Unwillingly he dropped his shoes and slowly peeled his tee shirt from his body. Was he really doing this?

He felt beyond guilt of the fact that he had done something so small to ruin y/n’s small moment of excitement.

“Your fucking crazy” Shawn huffed to himself as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down leaving them in the messy pile of clothes that belonged to him and y/n.

Not thinking twice, Shawn scrunched his eyes shut and slowly walked into the water, the waves crashing against his toned chest reminding him of how crazy this truly was.

When he was finally at y/n every thought escaped his mind as he stared at her closely. The droplets of water on her bare skin, the moon dimly lighting up the dark giving him enough light to be able to make out his girlfriends gorgeous features.

Y/n still had her back to Shawn and wasn’t aware of the fact that he hat he had come into the water yet. Shawn’s eyes racked up and down the back of y/n’s body briefly before he stepped closer wrapping his arms around her bare shoulders pulling her back into his chest.

“You scared me” she laughed a little. Shawn ignored her before he picked her up causing her to scream and laugh out of shock.

“I’m going to make you pay for making me do this” y/n laughed harder and within seconds was flying briefly in the air before coming in contact with the water. She resurfaced still laughing but made her way up to her boyfriend wrapping her arms around his neck.

Shawn’s hands went to the back of y/n’s thighs picking her up and pulling her close to him. Y/n wrapped her legs around Shawn’s waist his hands resting in y/n’s but only to support her up.

She leaned in closer her hot breath fanning Shawn’s plump lips sending shivers down his spine. She took her time before connecting her lips with his. They moved slowly against one another taking there time to appreciate it.

Y/n pulled away now biting down on her bottom lip.

“I love you” she mumbled almost barley audible.

Shawn wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly or whether he had imagined it. It took y/n even a few moments to processes what she had said as well. But when she did she smiled brightly still biting down on her lip and looking into Shawn’s warm caramel eyes.

“I love you” she repeated more surely and determined. Shawn opened his mouth ready to say something but y/n beat him too it. “Don’t say it back.” She warned causing Shawn to shut his mouth and tilt his head watching her confused. “I want you to truly mean it when you say it and just saying it after I said it won’t make it special, but I just want you to know that I love you, I really do.” She smiled slightly at the end causing Shawn to him in response.

He knew what y/n meant, he believed it as well that the first I love you should be special and if that’s what she wanted he would wait.

This time Shawn leaned in connecting there lips kissing her with all his might. He wanted her to know the effect she had on him and if he couldn’t use his words he would show her.

I’m really proud of this one and guess what GIRLS CAN SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST!!!!! It doesn’t always have to be the guy you know.

Tell your SD your phone is damaged/stolen

The amount of times I’ve used this excuse… so I will ask multiple SD’s, and they will usually send me $ for a new phone OR buy me a phone (I’ll sell it). Either way, you’re making extra money for the month. It sounds better than asking your SD for money for a new pair of shoes (outside your allowance).

The Yule Ball - A Cedric Diggory Imagine

A/N: I’ve been drowning in Cedric feels lately and I figure if I’m going down, I’m taking y’all with me!

Originally posted by turtadakiframbuaz

Cedric chatted with his friends as they all awaited their dates in the crowded corridor. Because so many students were going with people from other houses or schools, the main corridor had become the unofficial meeting place. 

“You sure she’s coming, Ced? Not standing you up, is she?” one joked as his date appeared beside him. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” Cedric replied dryly. “She’s worth the wait.”

“Of course she is,” the other answered with a reassuring pat to Ced’s shoulder. “We’ll see you in there, yeah?”

Cedric nodded as his friends and their dates headed into the Great Hall eager for a night of dancing and cheer. 

Before long, most of the corridor had emptied out. Cedric fidgeted nervously with his sleeves as he waited for you to join him. You weren’t ditching him, were you? You and Cedric had been together for what seemed like years, but suddenly he became worried that you had grown tired of him. 

“Sorry I’m late!” your familiar voice shocked him far from his negative thoughts. You were running down the hallway, your hair flowing behind you, your shoes in hand. “One of the fourth years got stood up by her date and I was comforting her.”

You came to a halt beside him, your breath frantic as you tried to force it to return to normal.

“That’s alright,” he assured kissing your temple. “She okay?”

You shrugged, “She will be. Help me into my shoes?” 

Cedric laughed and allowed you to use him as support as you clumsily shoved your feet into your heels. 

Standing up, you patted your hair down, fully aware that your preparation had probably gone out the window as a result of your last minute sprint. 

“You look beautiful,” Cedric stated. “You always do.”

You blushed, in awe of the charming boy you were lucky enough to call your own. 

“Mister Diggory, Miss (Y/N), there you are!” Professor Sprout huffed, her excitement evident. “Are you ready for the first dance?” 

“First dance?” you asked, your brows wrinkling in confusion. 

“The champions and their dates participate in the first dance before the ball officially begins,” she clarified. 

You looked at Cedric, anxiety written all over your face.

“We’ll be right there, Professor,” Cedric answered.

“You have 3 minutes!” Professor Sprout reminded as she headed back to where the other champions waited. 

“I’m so sorry, love. It completely slipped my mind. I just had so much going on and -” Cedric rambled, torn up over his mistake. 

“It’s okay, Ced,” you promised. You could tell Cedric felt horrible and you didn’t want to add to his guilt by berating him. “I just need a minute.”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours frantically. 

You took a few deep breaths, trying to forget that all eyes would be on you in just a few short minutes. 

“Hey,” he murmured, his hands gently running up and down your arms. “Eyes on me, yeah?” 

A soft smile formed on your lips, “Yeah.” 

Cedric’s lips met yours briefly before he led you to the entryway of the Great Hall. 

Before you could even process what was happening, you were led to the center of the room, music drifting through the hall. 

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Cedric held your waste firmly, his eyes never leaving yours as he twirled you around, his moves precise, yours following him easily. 

“You’re doing so well, my darling,” he cooed into your ear during a string of moves that brought you close to his chest. 

Your nerves, while still bubbling just under your skin, were mostly forgotten as you gazed in to Cedric’s warm honey eyes. HIs eyes twinkled with happiness, a bright smile lighting up his face. 

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When the dance ended, you finally remembered everyone watching you as the sound of applause hit your ears. 

“You did it!” Cedric cheered, kissing your cheek as other couple’s filled the holes on the dance floor. 

“I had a good partner, didn’t I?”

“Come on, let’s get something to drink,” he suggested. 

The night continued to be one to be remembered as you danced and laughed with your friends and the boy you loved. Dance after dance you were reminded just how in love you were with Cedric. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to have a hand on you - holding yours, around your shoulder, gently resting on the small of your back, or maybe it was the way his voice reminded you of melted caramel - soft and warm, or maybe it was the way he made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world - like no one else mattered to him. Whatever the reason, you were certainly glad your paths had crossed all those years ago. 


“Want to get out of here?” Cedric whispered into your ear a little after 10. 

“What a line,” you laughed, though you took his hand and followed him out of the ballroom. 

Cedric led you through the castle, stopping every so often to avoid a teacher or your fellow students. 

Eventually, he stopped the two of you in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.  

“Room of Requirement, hmm? What are you up to, Mr. Diggory?” you teased, knowing full well what Cedric was thinking about. 

“You’ve never been very good with surprises,” he chuckled as he walked past the tapestry three times, a door appearing following his third pass. 

“Shall we?” he asked, eyebrows waggling, an arm held out to you.

“We shall,” you grinned, looping your arm through his. 

Walking through the door, you were met with a cozy looking room. A bed sat  in the middle, a blue comforter inviting you in. The bed was larger than any bed you’d ever seen and took up the majority of the room. It was the perfect size for cuddling…or other activities. A dresser stood beside it, a bathroom in the corner complete with a shower and bath. 

“Not bad, Diggory,” you giggled, running a hand along the soft covers. 

“Homely, isn’t it?” he asked. 

You nodded in agreement as you slipped out of your shoes. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” you accused. 

Cedric let out a hearty laugh, “Get your pretty mind out of the gutter, darling.” Though, he removed his coat and quickly moved onto his tie. 

“I don’t see you complaining,” you countered. “Help me?” 

Cedric moved behind you, finding your zipper with ease, and quickly releasing you from your gown. As you wiggled out of it, he peppered your neck and shoulders with chaste kisses. 

Turning around to face him, you pulled him close by his collar, unbuttoning his shirt as your lips found his. He shook his shirt off, lips never leaving yours. 

Cedric’s hands made their way to your thighs as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Playfully, he tossed you onto the bed. 

Before he joined you, he discarded his pants, leaving him in his boxers, you in your bra and underwear.

You whimpered as he hovered over you, attacking your collar bone with light kisses and bites. A hand snaked around to your back and he swiftly unclasped your bra. 

Originally posted by painfulblisss

His mouth trailed across your chest, taking his time to focus on each nipple and then the valley between. 

You whined as his fingers danced around your clothed core, running up and down, teasing you. 

“Ced,” you pleaded. 

He kissed your lips in acknowledgment before sliding your underwear down and tossing them to the floor. 

He wasted little time, running a finger through your folds twice before he eased it into you, your slickness coating it. Soft huffs left your lips as he pumped in and out, warming you up. Before you knew it, he had added a second finger and his tongue had made its way to your clit. 

“Fuck,” you breathed. 

“Language,” Cedric muttered jokingly against your core. 

“I’m close,” you warned. 

“Go on, then, sweetheart.”

His encouragement pushed you over the edge, your climax washing over you like a waterfall. Your back arched off the bed and your breath left you in a hurry. 

After lapping up your mess, Cedric pushed himself up and kissed your lips sloppily. 

“I love how red your cheeks get,” he pressed kisses to both cheeks. 

“Can you be adorable later, please?” you groaned impatiently. “I love you, but I need you in me right now.”

Cedric laughed again while quickly removing his boxers. 

He stroked his length a few times before lining up at your entrance. 

He looked at you questioningly. You nodded. He pushed in, grunting at the feeling of your warmth around his cock. 

“Alright?” he asked, gritting his teeth once he bottomed out. 

You nodded again, too full to get any words out. 

Pulling out, he thrusted back in with all his strength. Both of you let out moans at the sensation of his thick shaft filling your wet heat. 

“I won’t last long,” Cedric admitted, his jaw locked, his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead every so often. 

“Me either.”

His breathing grew heavy as he continued pounding into you. Both of you working up a sweat as you clung to one another. 

Originally posted by couplenotes

“(Y/N),” he growled, his orgasm on the brink of coursing through him. 

“Please,” you begged.

That was all it took for him to spill his seed into you with a heavy grunt. 

The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you over the edge once more, your breath hitching as your nails dug into his back. 

Cedric pulled out and laid down beside of you. Both of you shaking slightly as you came down from your highs. 

“Shit,” he mumbled as one last aftershock ran through him.

“Language,” you teased. 

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead. 

“I love you.”

You looked up at him, a hazy smile on your lips, “I love you too. But, I need a shower now.”

You stood up and made your way to the shower. Glancing over your shoulder you smirked, “You coming?”


After the two of you were clean and dry, you flopped onto the bed, Cedric watching you adoringly.

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“Come here, you,” he chuckled as you scooted over to rest against his chest. 

He tucked you close to him, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. 

Cedric fell asleep that night dreaming of his future after Hogwarts. A future that he hoped would include you. A future that you’d later learn would end far too soon. 


Summary- One of Lance siblings gets married and his family teases him that he has no date to bring along to the wedding.

Pairing- Hance/Hanceome

Chapters: Oneshot

This is for @hunkiest-hunk and also for Valentine’s day!!!! Ily Tobi and I love Hance

The house was filled with laughter and smiles and the clinking of glasses as the celebration for Lance’s sister getting engaged commenced. His aunts and uncles and cousins mingled around the house and backyard, a pleasant buzz was tinged throughout the atmosphere.

Little to Lance’s knowledge, there had been a betting pool passed around on who he would be taking to the wedding, seeing as ever since he got back from space and became a paladin of Voltron, he was surrounded by people who would jump at the chance to go with him.

Lance was talking with his cousins when his sister and her fiance tapped him on the shoulder starting up a conversation with him.

“So Lance! It seems that you’re the only one without a date.” Francis, his sister’s fiance, teased

Lance blushed, and stuttered, “Uh- well I- uhm.”

He looked around desperately and his eyes fell on a tall husky boy with dark skin. He wore a yellow shirt and laughed at something funny his cousin had said. He had a few scars scattered on his arms, the years of fighting shown proudly. His heart warmed at his best friend, Hunk’s, dazzling smile and he immediately pointed at him.

“Hunk, of course. He’s my best friend.”

His sister’s face lit up and she screamed “I knew it!” at her fiance, before running off somewhere. Francis sighed saying something like “Great, now I owe her money.” and “my money was on that angry little emo kid.” before he walked off after her.

Lance blinked confused before shrugging and walking over to said best friend.

Surely this wouldn’t be a big deal.

Spoiler alert: It was.

The news of Lance taking Hunk to the wedding spread like wildfire. But heck, in Lance’s family? With everyone right there? Of course it did. Lance paid it no mind, except of course, when people would go up to him and say “Man, I thought it was going to be Keith!” or “You know, I have a friend who’d love to go with you…”, that always annoyed him.

“Hey Lance!” someone called. Lance, expecting it to be yet another one of his cousins teases, was about to tell them off when he was met face to face with the person he was supposed to be taking to the wedding.

His face lit up, “Oh hey buddy! What’s up?”

Hunk smiled at him before scrunching his brows, “Well, you see, your family keeps smiling at me and shaking my hand and congratulating me? Some of them say something like ‘I have more money now, thanks to you.’ or something?”

Lance could feel the color drain from his face. Oh. So that’s why. He thought, already knowing that he was going to get teased a lot, and already knowing people were going to try and get him to change his answer.

He sighed and shrugged “Oh you know my family…probably making something up… Oh! But uhm, hey, so do you want to go to the wedding with me? I mean…even if it wasn’t specifically with me, you’d still go cause you’re, y’know, practically a part of the family anyway, but I mean, if you go with me you could probably get some sweet deals at the-” Hunk put a finger on his lips to silence him.

“Dude, of course I’ll come with you. You’re my best friend, so why wouldn’t I?” Hunk accepted, nudging Lance with his arm before continuing to talk about what the dress code was, and whether a suit was mandatory or just a dress shirt and slacks with nice shoes was allowed. Lance let out the breath he had subconsciously been holding, somehow being nervous about one little thing. He brushed these confusing feelings aside and went to listen to Hunk’s rant about suits.

Yeah, maybe it would come back to bite him, but for now…this is fine.

      Lance was increasingly feeling like it was getting over his head, the closer the wedding came.

“So Lance, how’s Hunk.” his Dad asked, grinning at the indignant look Lance sent him.

“He’s fine Dad.” Lance huffed.

“Well I’m sorry for asking about your boyfriend.” his dad teased, Lance’s face heating up at the word boyfriend. “It’s just that we’ve been sure that you’ve had a crush on Hunk since you were little,” Lance buried his face into his hands and groaned, “so we’re just really happy for you guys.”

     Lance’s face still burned as he thought about his childhood. He thought about how when he was little he had maybe a crush on Hunk, but most people usually have crushes on their friends as kids…right? Even then, he maybe possibly had a small crush on Hunk in his middle school years and just maybe he had a eensy teensy weensy little crush on Hunk throughout the garrison and maybe that followed him to space and back but, that’s just how normal crushes are, right?….


Lance sighed, knowing he was screwed and immediately accepting his fate.

He started listening to the dinner conversation after that.

       It was approaching the day of the wedding, Lance had already gotten his suit and he was just helping his sister get ready for it, picking out her dress, getting her hair done, etc. So it was a big relief when he got a break from that and just hangout with Hunk.

“Hey, do you think this would look okay?” Hunk said from behind the changing room door.

Okay so, maybe they were still doing wedding related stuff but it was still fun!

          Lance looked up from his phone and saw Hunk step out wearing a dark suit with a light yellow button up shirt and a black tie. Lance smiled as he admired Hunk, looking him up and down before nodding at him, giving his approval. Hunk smiled and went back into the changing room to go back to his normal clothes.

          Lance sighed and smiled, before realizing that he’d eventually have to tell Hunk about how his family thinks that him and Hunk are in a relationship. He could feel the blood draining from his face as he thought about the possibility that Hunk might get mad at him for not telling him. That, or he’ll say that he doesn’t want to go to the wedding anymore.

Lance sucked in a breath.

He’ll just tell Hunk the day of, it seems.

The day was here.

Lance took a deep breath as he nervously fixed his tie and ran his hand through his hair. He heard the knock at the door and opened it up to see a slew of bridesmaids trail in along with the flowergirls.

         Lance looked back before seeing Hunk in the doorway. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the gorgeous man in front of him. He hadn’t worn the headband and his hair was pushed back and off his forehead, he wore a white button up with the sleeves pushed up and a black bow tie tied neatly around his neck. He was holding his jacket over his shoulder and his eyes shown.

After what seemed like hours, Lance blinked and felt like he could breathe again.

Lance cleared his throat and smiled, moving to the side and letting Hunk through. He shut the door after Hunk entered, biting his lip as he thought of something to say.

“You look good…really good.” Lance blinked and looked at Hunk who he could see the barest hint of a blush on. Lance grinned, feeling his face heat up.

“T-thanks…you look really nice too.”Lance nodded at Hunk’s attire.

He looked over to his sister who seemed to be ready. “Shall we?” he asked, taking his place in line as they entered the cathedral part, leading Hunk to a seat.

Before it started he quickly leaned over to Hunk, “Oh by the way, my family thinks we’re dating.”

Hunk looked at him before hunching over and covering his face. Lance was about to ask if he was okay but then he heard Hunk’s laughter. Hunk sat back up and suppressed a few giggles before simply saying “Ok. But we’re talking about this later.”, he didn’t look mad, and on the contrary, he looked extremely happy.

       Once the vows were exchanged and the kiss happened, they had taken photos, and now they were proceeding to the after party. Once Lance met back up with Hunk after the family photos, they started talking about something or other, before Lance was pulled away and on to the dance floor.

      Lance would look over every once in a while to see Hunk who seemed to mostly be bopping his head to the music or chatting with the other people who also decided not to dance. Once Lance was finally allowed to sit down, he was sweaty and hot. Hunk smiled at him and offered him water, who gladly took it.

“Having fun?” Hunk asked, Lance nodded smiling around his glass.

“But you know…we have to talk about us…’dating’?” Hunk prompted, biting his lip and raising his brows.

Lance nearly choked on his water.

“Uh well uhm.. I just… I mean- if you don’t like it I’ll tell everyone right away, but I just thought that-” Lance stuttered, trying not to feel too bad.

Hunk chuckled, “Well actually, you see I was wondering if instead of fake it was….real?” his confidence tapered off at the end and under the dim lights it was hard to see but he could see the reddish tint of a blush on the darker boy’s cheeks.

Lance was stunned silent. Hunk shifted uncomfortably until he just bit his lip and looked away, Lance could see the hurt in his eyes, along with tiny tears. “N-nevermind it was stupid-”

Lance shot out of his seat and shoved his face close to Hunk’s. “No! No I mean, I…I want to be in a relationship with you….a real one.” Lance tried to stop himself from smiling but he couldn’t hold it all in. Hunk’s look of relief and pure happiness caused a surge of happy little butterflies to flutter around his stomach. Lance dropped his eyes from Hunk’s warm earth tone eyes to his lips. He brought his eyes back to Hunk’s and propped a silent question, to which Hunk wordlessly answered.

Lance brought his face closer to Hunk’s and well… let’s just say sparks flew between them.

That Connection [3/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tech!Reader

Warning: Swearing, angst (come on guys it wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t a little drama in this) and umm sassy, witty, playful banter.

A/N: This is a spin off of Criminal Minds Penelope x Morgan relationship, only they end up together at the end. haha. There will only be like 5 or 6 parts to this at the most. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged.

You being the tech analysis for the Avengers, you’re at their call 24/7 specially when they take off on missions. You have a great relationship with the whole team, but the playful, witty banter you have with Steve is next level, your his favorite girl and he’s your blue eyed god. Little does he realize you’re harboring a deep, brooding love for him, now if only he returned the same feelings.

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“Okay you wake up now.” You pace at the foot of the hospital bed, your heels clicking under you with each short step. “I’m serious.” You shoot a look at the bed. Steve remains unmoved. “Rogers, you wake up or I swear I will be reduced to violence and you and I both know you clearly have had enough of that.” You stop, turning to look at him, foot tapping.

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My manager asked a guy to please put some socks on as we have a very strict policy stating that EVERYONE must wear socks. I work in an indoor playground where shoes aren’t allowed on the equipment, so you can understand why we might ask customers to wear socks. When he was told that socks could be purchased from the front desk if he didn’t have any, he got really mad and stormed out with his kids. We later discovered that said man went on to create a fake Facebook account under the guise of a Muslim woman, where ‘she’ made a formal complaint about how my manager tried to force 'her’ to remove 'her’ hijab, and called 'her’ children terrorists. Dumbass guy used his own picture for the profile though, and deleted when we tried to take legal action. What a butthole

hamilton + their bedrooms headcanons

aha i need to stop writing headcanons i’m insane


  • you’ve never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a cleaning lady
  • seriously eye of the hurricane
  • more like surrounding of a hurricane
  • there’s papers everywhere 
  • on his bed, on the floor, all over his desk
  • he has waist high stacks of books lining one of his walls
  • that’s not including his overflowing bookshelf on the the other wall
  • drawers have clothes hanging out of them
  • bed is never made


  • a messy room but not uncleanly messy 
  • the ‘i know where everything is, trust me’ messy
  • he has the chair (if you aren’t aware of what the chair is, it’s just a chair in your room that’s just stacked with clothes)
  • lots of posters all over his walls
  • he has lots of photos of his friends all around too
  • always leans dirty glasses and dishes on his nightstand from late night snacks and drinks


  • really neat??
  • like everything just looks nice and clean and organized
  • his closet is probably color coded
  • his shoes are lined along his bed too
  • he’s very proud of his bedroom


  • you cannot see the floor of his bedroom
  • like it’s been years
  • there’s just clothes all over the place
  • he does laundry 
  • like what’s the problem why is there clothes everywhere 
  • knows where everything is though


  • is also very neat
  • has a cute little bookshelf full of his favorites
  • he has multiple copies of some of his favorites with notes all over the page and the spines are broken from reading them so much
  • scented candles kind of guy
  • keeps a photo is his family on his nightstand


  • tumblr is that you
  • fairy lights all around her room
  • lovely scented candles 
  • probs a tapestry 
  • little succulents too
  • really aesthetically pleasing
  • probs has a van gogh painting hanging somewhere


  • vintage in the best way possible
  • she owns a record player
  • and has a little table in the corner with overflowing amounts of records
  • she has a desk with lots of notebooks in the drawers
  • nobody has ever read them though
  • super organized
  • too many pillows on her bed


  • has polaroids of her family and friends hanging on her wall
  • probably owns a loft bed
  • lots of little succulents and plants too
  • a bit messy at times
  • but otherwise usually clean
  • never allows shoes on her carpet


  • super fancy
  • and big
  • and has a balcony
  • and silk sheets and shit
  • has one of those big four poster beds with the drapes that you pull down before sleeping
  • really spacious


  • nice color schemes
  • really pleasing interior designing though
  • his bedroom is the most organized 
  • like it looks like a movie set it’s so nice
  • has a big bathroom connected 
  • most likely has one of those fancy bathtubs 
  • has one of those clothing racks he puts all his week’s outfits on
Public School Aesthetic

-Literally no one knowing the words to the fight song, despite it being played at every game

-That weird cheering thing at assemblies

-That one teacher known to set off the fire alarm/break windows

-Water fountains so gross, no one risks it

-“We’re running today” *everyone groans, except that one kid who cheers. That kid has no friends

-Those morning announcements that no one actually pays attention to


-The music building is always freezing????

-More kids eat out of the vending machines than eat school lunch

-No salt in the cafeteria

-Bucher-paper posters that stay up the entire year because everyone’s too lazy to take them down, we get it, homecoming was 4 months ago, let it go

-Clubs with 2 people in them

-The periods before and after lunch: everyone is eating. Everyone.

-Not seeing certain AP students for weeks in May, when you do, they look dead

-Free periods

-Language teachers are always crazy

-School dances in the gym: no shoes allowed?

-When you walk into your least favorite class someone offers to mercy kill you

-Declining only because you have a test to study for next period

-“Remember that one day we got off because_(insert failing school facility)_?”

-When it first snows everyone rushes to the nearest window for the rest of class



Originally posted by fireworkofdec

Requested: Yes, by a wonderful anonymous person

Pairings: Ezra Miller x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,250

A/N: I don’t LOVE this one, and I have no real idea how movie premieres work, buuuut I hope that you guys enjoy this! Please let me know if you have anymore requests!

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you called, sparing one last look in the mirror before rushing to let your boyfriend in. His eyes ran over you as if he was seeing you for the first time. If you hadn’t been dating Ezra for a while now, you might have blushed. It wasn’t that you were used to his loving gazes, or didn’t cherish them anymore, you were just usually wrapped up in one of your own.

He looked amazing, and you couldn’t remember a time when you had been prouder of him. He was staring in the new Harry Potter movie, and he had insisted that you come with him to the premiere. The two of you were both private people, and preferred to stay in rather than out where the paparazzi can harass you and ruin the night.

But you were such a fan of the series, Ezra couldn’t fathom you missing something as big as the premiere. After that, it was a whirlwind of fittings and meetings about shoes and how your hair was going to be styled. You were poked and prodded while Ezra st in a chair in the corner, a smirk on his face.

All of this was a bit much for you, but it was going to make him happy, and you would do nearly anything to see him happy. And you got to see the new movie, so you couldn’t complain much anyways.

“You look amazing.” He breathed. You smiled, giving him a small twirl before grabbing his hand and pulling him into your apartment.

“You look great too.” You winked, gesturing at his outfit. He looked particularly nice, but it wasn’t his outfit. His eyes were glowing, and he looked genuinely excited. After being burnout from all of his hard work on all of his movies lately, it was reassuring to see him back to his normal happy self.

You quickly threw on your earrings and shoes before allowing Ezra to lead you downstairs and into the car.

The two of you passed the time on the way there by talking about your favorite Harry Potter moments from the previous eight movies. You had a spirited debate over Albus Dumbldore’s intentions, whether Draco Malfoy deserved redemption, and which character you wanted to marry.

He grumbled for a bit after that one, claiming that he was much better than any of them anyways.

“Of course you are,” you insisted, taking his hand. “You are real, and you’re mine.” He pulled you closer into him, resting his head on top of yours. You savored to silence, knowing that when you stepped out of the car, a flurry of lights and questions was going to bombard you. it was nice to have silence for a while.

What felt like too soon, the car came to a stop and Ezra hopped out. “Wait right there.” He sprinted around the car, pulling your door open and offering you his hand to help you out of the car.

You timidly stepped out of the car, making sure that your feet were planted firmly under you before taking another step. It would be like you to trip first thing, but thankfully, you were on your feet without an issue and Ezra led you away from the curb.

There was a small walkway before you got to the thick of the carpet. Ezra stopped abruptly, turning to face you. “Thank you so make for coming with me. I know that this can’t be easy, but I don’t think that I could do this without you.”

You were at a loss for words, which wasn’t something that happened often. You took a deep breath and gave him your best smile. “We both know I would have murdered you if you left me at home. It’s bad enough you wont tell me anything as it is.”

“I love you so much.” He said, pulling you into a quick kiss, before taking your hand an leading you to the blue carpet, where interviews were being conducted.

You chose to stay in the background for the most part. This was Ezra’s moment, and you wanted the focus to be on him and his fantastic work in the movie, not his girlfriend. But, after three interveiwers were asking about you anyways, Ezra took your hand and refused to let go.

“So, Ezra, how long have you been together.” The woman asked, motioning to where you stood beside him, arm around your waist.

“We have been together for a few months, but it feels like eternity.” He answered, landing a peck onto the top of your head.

Now, you were blushing.

“So, are you a Potter fan?” she asked.

It took Ezra nudging you in the side to realize that she was talking to you. Ezra had jokingly told you that you just needed to stand next to him and look pretty, so you weren’t really prepared to answer any questions. Thinking about it now, it would make sense to answer a question or two. “I have always loved the books, and I can’t wait for a new story.” You replied earnestly.

“And what has been your favorite thing about this movie?” she asked.

“Oh, this one won’t tell me anything.” You said, rolling your eyes. “I am completely in the dark, but believe you me, I am very excited.”

The woman laughed, thanking both of you or the interview before you were ushered along to the rest of the reporters.

The rest of the interviews were a lot more of the same questions, a few had games, and one was given to you by a girl who couldn’t have been older than seven, but knew absolutely everything about the Potter universe.

You thought that you were finally going to see the film, when you were ushered into a green room filled to the brim with the rest of the cast. You were star struck. Ezra hadn’t told you that any of this was going to happen, and you hadn’t had anytime to mentally prepare yourself.

Everyone was so kind and understanding of your inability to talk. You hugged Eddie Redmayne and took pictures with everyone that you could possibly find, and begged Ezra to tell you something, anything about what was coming. But he just smile, and took your hand, and told you to be patient. Finally, someone came to take you to your seat while the cast went to introduce the film.

Watching your boyfriend stand up there with all of his friends and cast mates, you felt so proud that you were on the verge of tears. Finally, your boyfriend joined you, slipping his hand into your and giving you a kiss on the cheek. The music swelled and your heart felt like it was going to burst.

The film was amazing. You hadn’t known what was coming, and you were proud. Seeing what he had been working on though, a few tears fell before the end of the film. Ezra saw, out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t say anything, simply brushing it away quietly and kissing where the trail had ended.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, unable to vocalize how proud you were of him, how much your loved him. Instead of making you talk, he gave you a look that said ‘I know’ and let you sit in the theater, probably the happiest that you had been since the day that he asked you out.


Sonic Stardust

I though it’d be fun if Sonic were to explore space and meet all his friends there, so I did some designs.

Sonic- He’s always wanted to travel around the galaxy. His shoes allow him to run in space, he leaves a trail of stars wherever he runs.

Knuckles- I thought would be fitting to live on Mars. Mars seems desert-like in appearance so I gave him fitting clothing. He’s the last survivor of his race on that planet.

Tails- He lives on Saturn, the first friend Sonic makes on his adventures in space.

Silver- Felt that Uranus would be fitting for him, wears warm clothing because of the planets cold weather. All inhabitants of Uranus have ice related powers in some way, Silver has the ability to make snowflakes.

Shadow- Based him off of a comet. Like Sonic he’s always traveling, he often crosses paths with him. He leaves a light streak behind him when he travels.

I’m working on more designs and definitely want to do more works on this au!

anonymous asked:

So I feel like Aaron and John would bond over animals. Like, John for the obvious reasons but Aaron too because I feel like he's someone who just kinda of likes to go sit and stare at nature. And like, I think Planet Earth would be one of their common interests.

It was a friday night and Aaron had just gotten home from work. Hamilton had been more irritable than usual, resulting in Aaron also being irritable-

“Those documents were supposed to be sent three days ago, Alexander!”

“Fuck off, Burr.”


So when he got inside, kicking off his shoes, he grabbed his phone and ordered a large pizza with all the fixin’s. Then, after quickly changing into his sweatpants and tank top, he plopped down on the couch and turned on planet earth. It wasn’t the most action packed of television material, but it always brought Aaron down after a long week.

He had just started the episode on forests, when a knock sounded from the door.

“That was fast.” he muttered, pausing the video and hopping off the couch.

Although, when he opened the door, money in hand, it wasn’t the pizza man.


“Hey Burr,” John said, his voice tired and monotonous, “what’s on the menu?”

Pushing passed him, Laurens entered the apartment, dumping his backpack on the ground by the door and kicking off his shoes, allowing them to fly across the room. Aaron sighed as the man took off his jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair.

Believe it or not, it wasn’t the fact that Laurens had shown up and taken over his apartment that surprised him. It was the fact that he was here alone.

“Laurens, what’s this about?”

“What, can’t I pay my dearest friend Aaron Burr a visit?”

“Usually not without being incredibly drunk.” Aaron said with a roll of his eyes, “Are the guys with you?”

John let out a bitter laugh and Aaron suddenly became aware of the dark circles under his eyes and the way his fists clenched in subtle anger.

“No,” he bit out, before stalking over to the couch and plopping down on it, “what’re we watching?”

Burr sighed, shutting the door behind him as he wandered back over to the sofa.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.” Laurens paused for a moment, looking at his socks, a soft frown on his face, “Alex yelled at me. I was trying to help and he screamed at me.”

“He seems to have been a bit on edge recently,” Aaron said.

“It’s his own fault, he works himself too hard and then takes it out on everyone around him.” he ran a hand through his wild hair and looked away, “But I didn’t come here to talk about Alexander.”

“I see.” Aaron nodded, meandering over to sit by his freckled friend on the couch, “well, I hope you like Planet Earth-”

“Burr no way, no way!” the man broke out into a huge smile, practically bouncing in his seat, “I love Planet Earth, how’d you know!?”

“I must be psychic, Laurens. Scooch over.”

Aaron laid down against the arm rest, his legs out slightly, pushing into John’s space. John had his feet up on the small table in front of them and when Burr complained, trying to kick his feet off, Laurens only laughed.

Knock Knock

“You get it,” Aaron said, nudging Laurens with his foot, “money’s on the table.”

He got up, going over to open the door before letting out a small, albeit dramatic gasp.

“Pizza, Burr? You’re really going all out here. Have we classified this as a date yet?”

“No, now c’mon I’m hungry.”

“Well, I’m classifying this as a date.” Laurens muttered, bringing the pizza over to the couch.

“Did you know a group of King Vultures is called a solitary?”

“Did you know that seahorses don’t have stomachs? The food goes through so fast, they have to almost constantly eat to survive.”

“Did you know that the Spotted Salamander returns to the same mating pool every year? By the same route?”

“Did you know the Sun Bear looks like a bad drawing of a normal bear?”

Laurens snorted with laughter and Aaron joined in. The two had shifted positions, John now lying almost on top of Burr, his head on the other man’s chest, face turned to watch the television.

“Thanks for letting me stay, Burr.”

“It’s no problem, this is fun.” Aaron let his head loll back, thinking about the heavy feeling of Laurens’ on his chest.

“Not so bad for a first date, huh?” he moved to face Aaron, his chin resting on his chest.

“You’re hopeless.” Aaron sighed, but couldn’t help the small smile that crept up his face.

“Maybe so, but I’m the smart one. I got to spend all night with you, while Alex is probably working himself to death again. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“But you’re gonna tell him?”

“Hell yeah!” John grinned, pushing himself up slightly, so that Burr was between his arms, “I’m gonna be bragging about this to him for weeks!”


book of mormon elders headcanons

this is only for the not so popular elders: basically the every elder except mckinley, price, and cunningham

>clean freak
>owns a mop and cleaning kit in his room
>his shared room with schrader is symmetrical
>does not allow shoes in the mission hut
>very salty and angry when there’s some mess in the mission hut
>self conscious about his image even if he’s lanky
>has a proper diet that he plans each day
>drinks milk daily
>has good comebacks when mad
>cried when cunningham stepped in with dirty shoes
>hisses at schrader when he messes anything in the room
>mostly does the cleaning in the house even without being asked

>secretly a brony
>loves comic books and video games
>secret besties with cunningham and loves to write
>he and cunningham write about the other elders in a fanfiction
>he and cunningham are the straight duo
>has a mlp toy collection
>has glasses but sometimes wheres contacts
>has a girlfriend back in the US who is deaf
>so he knows how to do sign language
>very touched with the deaf villager he met one day and communicated with
>translates comics to his girlfriend because he loves'em

>loves animals like crazy
>one time brought a herd of sheep in the mission hut (leaving neeley crazy)
>cunnigham calls him “the shepherd of god”
>pretty much attracts animals with his voice like snow white
>has tons of knowledge about animals and wants to become a vet one day
>very curious and loves to go to adventures
>discovered so many beautiful places in uganda
>one time he was missing and people thought he was dead but he found a horde of rabbits he played with
>has so many stuffed toys in the room (church ain’t complaining tho)
>adores church’s drawings

>part german part american
>loves to sing the wicked german cast recording
>can play the piano
>brought a small keyboard to uganda
>mckinley tapdances to whatever he plays on the piano
>loves classical music
>neeley thinks he is romantically involved with his keyboard
>schrader names each piano key of his keyboard like if it were his children
>loves to teach davis or neeley how to play the piano
>loves to play symphony number five after someone says a sentence

>woah he can sew like a boss
>scatters needles around the hut without knowing (price sat on one sadly)
>can knit blankets with other villagers
>he just basically is the human sewing machine
>threatens people with needles
>has about ten million blankets in his room and makes lots of bed forts from all the things he made
>has so much fluffy pillow his room looks like a bedroom fantasy
>makes costumes for the elders when bored
>loves to mess with neeley and ruin things
>probably started a free clothes shop

>cheeks are super ultra fluffy
>has his own toaster in his room
>he is a mega anime and wicked nerd
>can bake tons of stuff
>usually drags mckinley away from the kitchen
>dislikes price but loves cooking with him
>super short so he has a step stool
>has a cabinet full of different flavored poptarts (church says he gets them off the black market)
>hisses when anyone else eats his poptarts
>maybe a bit claustrophobic when in a big area (cuz he’s so small)

>super amazing in drawing
>davis asks to see his sketchbook everyday
>loves drawing anything he can, abstract to realistic to cartoonish
>can’t leave his room without a mechanical pencil in his pocket
>screaming for his missing kneaded eraser
>when bored he grabs his marker and draws on davis’ face
>takes commissions from edlers
>“elder time to sleep” “I NEED TO FINISH THIS DRAWING”
>has ten million sketchbooks with wasted pages
>art blocks kill him emotionally

How to write realistic dialogues

Writing dialogues feels a lot like those dreams in which you are trying to run away from a monster, but your feet are tied, or moving in slow motion. It’s frustrating. Most of the time, writing dialogues feels unrealistic, passive and uncomfortable.

Originally posted by tomivillamil

So, here are new approaches you can try while writing conversations:

- Write long dialogues: People talk a lot and all the time. Communication and body language is what tie us together. So, while writing, allow yourself to flow with the conversation, don’t go for short and impacting phrases. The more you write, the more realistic it will sound. You can always polish your dialogues later, for now, just write like every character has the world to say.

Originally posted by meme4u

- Read out loud: While editing, read your dialogues out loud. If it sounds strange, change it. Follow your instinct. You can even try acting like your character, getting into the emotion of the scene. Acting will help you improve the dialogue like nothing else. This is your time to use your acting abilities.

Originally posted by j-u-s-t-alittle-b-i-t

- Record: If you have trouble writing dialogues out of the blue, record yourself speaking as if you were those characters. Immerse in the scene.

Originally posted by akamesenpaii

- Allow the magic: Don’t worry about getting the dialogue or the characters’ personality on point. Characters’ speaking habits will appear on it’s own if you allow it to happen. Allow. Allowing is the most important aspect of writing. If you are trying to take the control over the dialogue or the story in general, all characters will speak like you and act like you. Allow the magic to happen. Allow characters to speak their mind and take their own decisions, not what you would do in their shoes. Allow magic to happen.

Originally posted by anamartinezl1

- First draft: Don’t worry about writing a good first draft. Don’t worry about writing a good dialogue. Maybe whole segments of dialogue will be deleted during the editing. Nothing is for sure yet. So, write the first thing that comes to mind. Really. The first thing. Don’t worry too much. Your job is not to be perfect, but to put down in words the story you have in mind. Your job is not to write the perfect dialogue, but to put down in words what a character wants to say. There’s no right or wrong.

Originally posted by bob---ross

- Cover your screen: Most of us have trouble with editing while writing, especially with dialogues. We want to be perfect at every moment of the process. We write the first phrase, reread it, erase it, rewrite it, reread it… your soul is not writing the book. Your inner critic is. To disarm my inner critic, sometimes I take extreme measures. I cover my notebook screen. As I write in the dark, I have nothing else to do but get my mind focused on creating.

Originally posted by cutestcorner

I hope this post helps you somehow. :D