ours were the chocolate covered ones

BTS - Reaction to Your Interactions With Kids

You were sitting at a restaurant, eating lunch with Jin when a couple with a baby sat at the table beside you. The baby kept making faces and waving at you so you did the same in return. Jin was quite amused seeing how excited you got over the baby trying to interact with you. When the mother started feeding the baby, Jin took it upon himself to suggest something. “What do you think about us having one?” A smile spread across your face and he reached over to take your hand in his.

As you were taking a stroll through a park with Yoongi, a little kid came up to you and gave you a flower. You gave them a small bow and said thank you. Yoongi could tell how happy that made you. He knew that you enjoyed kids and the smile on your face made him even more sure. “We could have a little person of our own to bring you flowers they pick up.” You glanced over at him, not thinking he was serious until you saw his expression. “Seriously Yoongs!! That would be amazing.” He pulled you close for a kiss and then you both watched the boy admiringly as he ran back to his family.

Your heart melted when you watched your friend’s toddler walk over to her and hug her tightly. They were over at your house for a get together and you had been in love with the little guy since he first waved at you and giggled. Hoseok had been standing across the room speaking with some of his friends and noticed how much you liked this kid. The little boy then walked over to you and raised his arms, suggesting that he wanted to sit with you. Your face lit up as your reached down and brought him onto your lap. Later, when you and Hoseok were in the kitchen alone preparing some food, he gave you a big hug. “So when should we have one of our own?” He turned his head to look at the toddler playing peek a boo with another one of your guests. You exclaimed in excitement and he kissed your forehead.  

Namjoon had dragged you out to the dancefloor at a wedding for a relative. Both of you were not the best at dancing, but you still tried your best. When one of your little distant cousins walked up and grabbed your hand to dance with you, you couldn’t refuse. Their little hand felt so tiny inside your own. Joon had taken their other hand and you were dancing in a small circle. Before they went back to sit with their parents they gave you both a kiss on the cheek and then they scampered off. “I think I want one,” you turned in surprise at your boyfriend’s words. He was smirking watching your cousin run into their parent’s embrace. “Alright babe. We will, but maybe wait a bit.” He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, swaying to the beat of the slow song that was now playing.

You had been asked to babysit by a close friend of yours. Jimin, who wanted to spend some time with you, tagged along. The baby was a little over a year old, still requiring diaper changes which you both participated in. Feeding her was quite a task which ended in food all over the high chair and herself. When it was finally time to go to sleep, you held her in your arms while Jimin softly sand some lullabies. You were both sitting on the couch, the sleeping girl resting her head on your shoulder when he looked over at you with a loving gaze. “Isn’t this nice Jagi?” You nodded and he moved to kiss your cheek and rub the baby’s head. “This could be us with our own little girl one day.”

Going to a store with Tae was always interesting. This time you randomly dragged him over to the baby section to freak out over the little clothes. Another woman was browsing in the same area with a newborn in the stroller. You couldn’t help but watch the baby as Tae threw an arm over your shoulder. “We will get there someday Jagiya. Then we can fawn over little clothes for our own baby.” You reached up to grab his hand that was hanging over your chest and he kissed your head.

Kookie wanted to take you out for ice cream on a warm summer day after he got done with practice. You were sharing a big sundae when you looked over and noticed a little boy who seemed to be enjoying his ice cream. There was a giant mess on his face, but he smiled widely, not caring one bit. Jungkook noticed that you had zoned out looking at the boy. “He is pretty cute huh?” You looked back over at Kookie who laughed. “He sure is,” you turned back to look at the boy one last time, his hands covered with his half-melted chocolate ice cream. “Someday we could bring our kids here for their first sundae.” Shocked that he even brought your own future kids up you gave a questioning expression. “Hey now, I didn’t mean immediately.” You gave a little smile just thinking about Kookie as a dad. He filled a spoon with ice cream and fed it to you, trying to take the amused look off your face.


One word prompt fic 

AN: If you follow me on twitter (smoakbettsqueen) you’ll know I’ve been in a writing rut lately unable to write anything, I asked some awesome friends @callistawolf and @latinasmoak for some prompts and thus begins this little mini series of fics all from their prompts that take place post 523.


“Mr. Mayor, your two o'clock is here.” Marlene’s voice echoes across Oliver’s large office, but before he can query her on what two o'clock the intercom goes dead.

He frowns in confusion his hand moving to his daily planner, his hardcopy daily planner. His forehead wrinkles in confusion as he flips through the well worn pages, trying to find out who he’s supposed to be meeting with. He really hopes it’s not the Hub City mayor, he’s almost certain they are meeting on Friday at two, the large stack of regulations and agreements that he’s suppose to go through before that meeting -that he’s already rescheduled twice- is currently staring back at him. The mayor of Hub City is  never going to want to meet with him again if he’s not even prepared for this meeting.

“Why did I buy you that fancy state of the art tablet if you’re just going to be a caveman and use that planner?”

A familiar teasing voice calls out, halting all of Oliver’s thoughts, much like she’s been doing for the past 6 weeks, or 6 years if Oliver is being honest with himself.

He looks up and can’t help but smile as Felicity glides into the office the little floral romper she’s wearing rustling as she walks. She’s holding a tray with two large cups of coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

The cuffed sleeve of her romper has slipped off and Oliver can see the tan curve of her shoulder. He’s already tempted to press his lips to against the soft curves and pull down the V of Felicity’s flora romper and explore the rest of her tanned skin, all too familiar of just how far that tan really goes, or doesn’t go as the case may be.

“Your two o’clock at your service, Mr. Mayor.” Felicity says cheekily as she does a slight curtsy with her gifts despite the fact that she’s in a romper and not a dress.

She takes one look at Oliver’s expression though and backs away from him when he takes a step towards her. “No. No. No. Keep those thoughts in your head mister.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Oliver protests his smile widening when Felicity holds the hot coffee and what he assumes are chocolate croissants -his absolute favourite-  like a shield in front of her. 

“No, but that face and that smile. I know that smile.” Felicity accuses, “you’ve got dirty on your mind. That is not the kind of services I am bringing. We will not have a repeat of what happened last week.”


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Netflix and Ben & Jerry's // Cheryl Blossom Imagine

Could you do something where Cheryl asks her best friend(reader)?over for a sleepover and cuddles and while she’s spooning the reader she reveals her feelings and it goes from there?

I’m so so so so sorry that it took longer and it’s shorter then my previous two. I’ve been ill for the past week and I’ve struggled to write. Hopefully I’ll get out of my funk soon. But for now, enjoy this and keep requesting! My ask is open!


I was standing at my locker, putting my books away and ready to grab out my math books, before seeing the familiar long, auburn haired girl I knew as my best friend standing next to me.

‘Hello Y/Nkins, have any plans for tonight?’ She smiled, her bright red, cherry lips showing a smile.

‘Hey Cherbear. Nope, if you call Netflix a productive evening then I’m all booked out I’m afraid.’ I chuckled, shutting my locker door.

'Nonsense. You’ll stay over at my house tonight. My parents won’t be home so it’ll just be the two of us-’

'And Netflix?’ I smirked, cutting her off. Cheryl rolled her eyes, linking her arm under mine.

'Yes, I’ll even have your favourite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream if that’ll make you happy.’ I chuckled again, the two of us walking together to math.

By the time school ended, it was just us laughing and giggling about nothing and everything on Cheryl’s bed. I was there for Cheryl when Jason died. I’d never seen her in such an upset state then what I did in those few weeks. I was over almost everyday making sure she was okay, since her parents hardly helped or even cared about her. Jason was always the favourite to her parents, but she was the most important thing to me.

'Honestly, I don’t understand why you refuse to join the cheer squad, you’re an amazing dancer!’ Cheryl gushed, whilst I rolled my eyes.

'I’m okay, but I refuse to be with other bimbos, although I like Betty and Ronnie because they have proper personalities.’

'What about me?’ Cheryl mocked hurt, placing her hand over her heart.

'Honestly, you’re the toughest bitch I know.’ I chuckled, yawning and checking the clock that sat on her bedside table. 'Oh my god, it’s 3:05. I need sleep if I’m even going to be able to function tomorrow.’ I laughed, getting under the covers already. Cheryl turned off the light, snuggling herself next to me under the covers as we held each other close, spooning.

We tended to do this at every sleepover we had, just hold each and feel safe. We stared into each others eyes, Cheryl’s beautiful dark, chocolate eyes staring right back into my Y/E/C ones.

'You know Y/Nkins, there’s something I want to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to react,’

'Cherbear, were best friends,’ I grabbed her hand, holding it gently, 'you can always talk to me and trust me with anything.’

'Well,’ she sighed, staring at our hands, 'the thing is…is that I have feelings for you, Y/N. I always have from the moment you believed in me with everything, including Jason’s death and me having nothing to do with it. I didn’t know how to tell you, but I decided tonight was perfect with Netflix, Ben and Jerry’s ice cream to tell you. I’m sorry if this ruins anything.’

I didn’t hesitate before I pulled her in for a kiss, my hands cupping her warm, rosy cheeks. I pulled away, watching her pant in surprise, probably not expecting that reaction from me. I smiled at her, pulling her into my chest.

'You could never ruin anything. In fact, you’ve made everything perfect.’ I whispered in her ear, kissing her temple before we snuggled close together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.’

My camp mars memories:

Day 1- tomo game room/Mario Kart (shared that in my pics posts yesterday, just search the tomo tag in my profile if you wana read that)

-after getting ready for the 1st concert, all decked out in my neon and flower crown, we went to the mars merch store with friends. Since I had already gone I went outside the store to talk to my bestie since she stayed out for better cell reception. As we were standing there (and amazingly no one else was walking by then) jared (wearing his red camp mars hoodie, hood up and his pink Gucci pants) goes by, being driven in one of the golf carts they had there. And he waved and said hi to us and I actually (bravely and out of character for my introverted self) said hi back and then he pointed towards his head and then at me and gave me a thumbs up, obviously liking my flower crown 🙈

-so I already mentioned that during the concert when he first took requests my bestie was the only one to shout out Stay and he sang it right away. For some reason I caught that on video but not my request lol… when he took requests again a little bit after that I was the only one that yelled out Riverbed and HE PLAYED IT 🙆😵😭💙 and after I freaked out about that I turned to my friend and teared up a bit and we were next to this older woman that was a friend of friend and she nudged me and said, in her cute Australian accent, “oh he DEFINITELY heard you!” 😂

Day 2- our jared activity was scheduled for later in the afternoon so when I booked my tattoo appointment, I on purpose made it for a good amount of time after that so hopefully the activity would be done by then (the boys had already run late with the opening ceremony and the first nights concert so I rightly figured this would be no different).  

I won’t/can’t go over all the details of our activity with jared but I’ll share some the of fun moments at least. One of which was I had already seen this dude walking around camp before this activity and had to do some serious double takes with my bestie looking at me like “wtf?” He was literally a doppelganger for jared, down to the facial hair and haircut, clothes and the trucker hats. Like people were taking pics with him that’s how much he looked like him haha.

When jared finally entered the room he saw this guy in the front row (p.s. we weren’t too far from the front so WOOHOO!! haha) he jokingly said to this look-a-like (who we actually met the next day and he’s really nice and his name is Rob lol) “do you do stunts? If so, you’re hired!” 😂

And after things settled a bit jared brought Shannon in and they let us ask a few questions before the main event. And once again I shocked myself by being brave enough to ask a question, jared called on me and called me “bandanna” lol since I was wearing a green bandanna at the time as a headband/sweatband. So guys…. SECOND TIME I MADE EYE CONTACT WITH JARED AND THIS TIME HE ACTUALLY ADDRESSED ME!?!?!?! LIKE I ALMSOT COULDN’T BREATHE AND I KNOOOOOOW I BLUSHED SO HARD I MUST HAVE LOOKED INSANE BUT OMFG!!!

So my question, not that it was super important but I still wanted to know if he had an answer or of it was out of his hands, was: “Will the MTV unplugged session ever return to spotify?” Jared: “a song? Or the show?” Me: “all the songs from the show were there. [Now Shannon and jared are making eye contact with me and I’m dying here] still me: “and one day I tweeted about it, loving that it was there, and the next day, or two days later, it was gone.” [Shannon kinda backed up his head at that as if he was shocked lol] and some of the crowd laughed after my tweet comment. Jared [Now running his hand through his beard in thought]: “yeah… I think I know what’s going on there…i think I know who’s behind it.  Some studio heads, no doubt.” And he nodded at that, still looking at me. Then moved on to the next person.  😵😵😵 so not too much of an answer but at least I made him aware of the situation lol.

There was some more funny moments with the lookalike at the end of our activity but I don’t wana share too much of that. Long story short there tho, they ended up switching hats and the next day we learned from Rob that jared didn’t give him his hat back but took his back so he has both hats now lol so then Rob, or someone on Rob’s behalf, talked to one the 30stm family, Dai (don’t know if you’re all familiar with her but she’s amazing) when we were all in line for our photo op on the last day of camp (Monday) and I guess Dai said something along the lines of she couldn’t believe jared did that and that she would scold him about giving it back lol and that they would find him to return it.

So back to the 2nd day and after our activity with jared. We had to go straight to my tattoo appointment (thank god I made it for a later time like I did lol) but then as it turned out they (the artists) were behind on the sessions so by the time all was said and done we had to book it to our side of the camp to get ready for 80s night. P.s. I nearly passed out while getting the tattoo but one the counselors was super nice and helpful. plus my bestie had some chocolate covered granola bars and water on her so that all helped too. But the counselor was cute since she even started playing 30stm music on her phone to distract me lol.

So we rushed to get ready, skipping dinner but that’s fine. We made it just in time before they would let us in through our early entry section. 

So during night 2s show I had a couple more interactions with Jared. First one being when he addressed the crowd and asked what our favorite activities had been. After a few people shouted some things I waited for a quiet moment to shout “TATTOO!!” And then he looked for me, I held up my bandaged arm and he excitedly goes “you got a tattoo?!?!” And he smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

Then the next moment was a bit further into the concert and i honestly forget which song it was in the middle of but he asked the crowd to start clapping along and while that was happening I was trying to fix my bandage since it was slipping, probably cuz I was still so warm from all the back and forth we had to do plus the jumping around at the concert. While trying to fix it I happened to look up and jared makes eye contact with me, sees I’m NOT clapping, and makes a face like “what am I guna do with you?” 🙈 I was so embarssed and in shock (cuz I literally clapped and jumped and rose my hands like every second before that but this he sees lol). He kept going but all I could do was look at my bestie like “omfg what just happebed?” But part of me wishes I woulda held my arm up to be like “SEE!!!” Haha oh well…

And then the next day our photos ops happened. Not much there since we had to go through so quickly. And I’m mad at myself for being so brave the rest of the weekend but not here cuz I totally wanted to ask for either a hug with jared or to have him and Shannon point at my new tattoo. I did neither except say hi. Jared did put his hand on the small of my back tho 😵💕

And then we had to book it after our pics to make our flight home so we missed the closing ceremony 😔

Oh and I almost forgot, after the first nights concert when Shannon threw out some of his drumsticks my bestie caught one 😄 and it’s fitting since she’s in love with Shannon now haha

I’m afraid I’ll never amount to anything. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop comparing myself to others. I know I have more than most, and I’m truly, truly grateful for it all. But I can’t help but look around me and feel like I should be somewhere else. I never imagined myself here because I always I would be somewhere else by now. I imagined more for myself. And I’m afraid I’m falling short.

I’m afraid of forever being a shadow of who I think I should be.

I used to be afraid of failure. I don’t think I am anymore. I’ve failed too many times now to still be afraid. I’ve sort of embraced it, I think. I’ve learned a lot from failure. I think I’m beginning to fear never failing again, because what would I learn if I don’t?

I’m still afraid of spiders. Too many legs. Gives me the creeps.

I’m afraid of worrying too much. And I’m afraid I can’t help being afraid. I’m afraid of people sometimes. Most of the time. Of the kinds of things people can do to other people. Terrible things, and unspeakable things. Sometimes, when I remember that I’m also people, I’m afraid of myself too.

I’m afraid of Jesse Eisenberg actually playing a good Lex Luther. It doesn’t make sense to me either.

I’m afraid America might elect the worst person after Hitler to be its leader for the next four years. I’m afraid for all of us. I’m afraid of war. I’m afraid of the screams, the bombs, the fires. We’ve lost too many lives, too many cities. Too many olive trees.

I’m afraid love will never last long enough and words will never mean enough and that everything will come to its respective end before I get a chance to truly appreciate them for what they were and I’m afraid of stopping sometimes because I’m afraid if I stop I’ll never be able to start again and that it will suddenly be the end before it’s actually supposed to be and god this sentence needs some punctuation just about now.

I’m afraid I’ll never be sorry enough.

I’m afraid I’m wasting my youth worrying about work and paying bills. I’m afraid I’ll be stuck in one place for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t mind it so much if it’s one place that I truly love, but I’m afraid it might not be.

I’m afraid of can openers. Not really, but yes sort of. Don’t tell anybody.

I’m afraid of watching my parents grow old. I’m afraid of not being able to support them and offer them comfort when they need it most. What kind of son would I be if I couldn’t?

I’m afraid I’m wasting my time. I’m afraid I’m wasting my dreams and an expensive education. I’m afraid I’ll never get to actually teach in my life. And that if I do, I may just be the worst teacher ever. But every night I think of how my first day might be, how I might trick my first ever class into thinking I’m a student by sitting in the back with a hoody on, or stumbling in after the bell and pretending to be a substitute. I’m afraid I can’t decide which one I’ll go with, if any at all.

I’m afraid of Lady Gaga’s outfits. I think this one is justified.

I’m afraid of global warming and watching my home country drown with a hundred and eighty million people residing in it. I’m afraid of the wealthy and their complete disregard for the rest of humanity. I’m afraid of the polar caps melting and changing world weather patterns and potentially wiping out important species of plants and animals in the process. I’m afraid not enough people care about our ecosystem and that it will cost us and future generations dearly.

I’m afraid of inflation. I recently noticed that the chocolate covered almonds I love to treat myself to every once in a while has gone up by an entire dollar at the market, and I feel so threatened by this. I know this is the least of my worries but I feel like those chocolate almonds were one of the few things that helped preserve the kid in me.

I’m afraid I’ll always be afraid of some things. I know we can’t plan for everything. And as much as I hate phrases like “life has other plans” and “shit happens,” it’s true. Life does have other plans. And shit does happen.

I’m afraid I’ll just have to make the best of it all and keep fighting so long as I have some fight left in me.

—  Nav K, things that keep me awake at night

anonymous asked:

I dont know if you're comfortable with polyships but it would be great if you make a Ben/Evie/Harry fic i dont know i just like the idea of the Pirate with Prince and the Princess (i dont care that the evil queen has no power Evie is still a princess) and is perfect cuz is the pirate with the blue royals who remind him of the sea i dont really have a prompt i just would love to read a fic with those 3 cuties btw i love your hevie fic

You have no idea how happy I was to write this. I love polyship so yes, this is right up my alley! So here be fluffy morning!BenxEviexHarry.

Title: Lay All Your Love on Me
Pairing: BenxEviexHarry (I think I’m going to call them Bevarry)
Rated: T for the illusions of precious sexual content?
Also at: AO3

Evie woke feeling warm and secure, dark eyes blinking away the remnants of sleep. Trapped between two firm bodies, she could barely move. Her head rested against a broad chest, fingers delicately tracing the outlines of the scarred skin. He grumbled above her, the fingers on her waist giving a squeeze as he buried his nose into her hair. The pirate was never one for early mornings. She lifted her head slightly to glance behind her. A mop of brown hair was all she saw, smiling as he mumbled something against her bare shoulder when she shifted. Correction, neither of her boys were for early mornings.

A princess, a pirate and a king. What a combination. Evie often thanked the heavens for how lucky they had gotten, to be in a happy relationship with the most important people in their lives. They weren’t without their troubles. Harry was as hot headed as ever and she was sure if it weren’t for her and Ben reining him in, Auradon would have burned a long time ago. Ben stressed over the well being of Auradon and the Isle. There was still so much that needed to be done to make amends for what his father how done to the innocent children of the Isle. As for her, her business was booming and she was flooded with orders each and everyday. It was enough to make a girl want to pull out all her hair. But they worked. She and Ben kept Harry from blowing up when he got overstimulated. She and Harry kept Ben from having unnecessary breakdowns by helping him with his workload when they could. Ben and Harry managed to keep her hair and most of her sanity intact.

Many still couldn’t understand their relationship.  The relationship may have started with simply her and Ben with Harry becoming a welcomed addition later on.  There were no secrets between her and Ben, he knew all about her past relationship with Harry and how she had never stopped loving him. His ‘I can see why you love him,’ after he’d just been kidnapped by the pirate had surprised her, ‘he’s attractive.’ She hadn’t thought anything of it after that. Not until Harry, Uma and Gil were brought to Auradon. Harry roamed Auradon Prep like he owned the place, reminding people he was a special request from the king when they scowled at him. Ben, ever the supportive boyfriend, encouraged her to make amends with the pirate. ‘It’ll make you happy,’ he’d said with a kiss, ‘trust me.’

And it did. She had Harry back. A friend, ex-lover, who had always made her happy despite the desolate life-style they had on the Isle. Many started to believe she no good for Ben, being far too friendly with a pirate outcast from the Isle. Ben always laughed, reminding them that he wasn’t a hopeless kid blinded by love. Yes, he loved Evie but he knew she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him or destroy their relationship. And she wouldn’t. She may still love Harry, but she loved Ben and her heart belonged to him.

When Ben had Evie invite Harry to one of their dates, both were confused. ‘I would have thought ye’d have like to be alone with yer Queen-to-be, highness,’ Harry worried he’d stepped over a boundary he shouldn’t have. Ben only smiled, ‘we have things to discuss.’ Evie remained confused but surprisingly happy when Ben announced he wished them to be together if it made his Queen happy. Auradon hadn’t been prepared when Ben announced Evie was remaining in a relationship with him while also being in one with a certain smug pirate. Poor Queen Belle fainted seconds after the declaration.

Many still believed Evie to be in a relationship with both men despite the announcement months later of Ben and Harry having taken to each other. They had all grown tired of trying to defend themselves. The people of Auradon refused to believe Ben and Harry loved each other as much as they loved her. They didn’t see the looks that passed between them the more they all did things together, but Evie did. Or the way Harry’s excessive flirting now extended to the King and how Ben just accepted it, turning a delicious shade of red when Harry got to raunchy.

‘You know,’ she giggled one day, stopping Harry in his efforts to feed a blushing Ben a chocolate covered strawberry, ‘I don’t have to be the only one who’s happy.’ She waved between them, ‘Harry, ask our precious King out already.’ It had been the best decision any of them had made. That had been months ago and they were still all happy with each other. The only thing to change was in only a few days Harry would be the King’s Consort and she would be the Queen of Auradon. It was a scary thought if she was honest.

“Evie,” Harry grumbled, his chest vibrating beneath her hand, “I can’t sleep if yer mind doesn’t shut up.”

She gave his chest a sleep, drawing a tired chuckle from the pirate, “you don’t need to be sleeping.”

“Ugh,” Ben groaned from behind her, biting gently at her bare shoulder, “for once we don’t have any meetings or practices or orders to fill. Let’s just relax.”

Evie rolled her eyes, “I would love to, but I kind of have to pee and since you two have me trapped I can’t go. Or would you  like for our mattress to have a nasty little wet spot?”

The pair released her with moans of disgust, though neither opened their eyes. Shaking her head, Evie slid from the bed, not bothering with her discarded night robe, to the connected bathroom. It had only be a few minutes but when Evie returned, she couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

The men were bare and wrapped in each other’s arms. Ben and his octopus-like grip around Harry’s chest with the pirates arm around his shoulder. It was a picture that warmed Evie’s very core. She hated to break up their little moment but she was just as naked and the air was getting to her.

She gave Harry’s shoulder a forceful poke and then Ben’s, neither moving. “I know you’re awake, you two aren’t cute.”

Two hands shot out, grabbing her. She yelped as they tugged her down, falling across the length of their laps. The pair grinned wickedly at her, Harry was certainly becoming more of a bad influence on Ben then she thought.

“What’s the matter, princess?” Harry muttered, giving her behind a squeeze as she moved to sit on her knees between them.

She glared playfully, arms crossed over her breast. “You two are horrible.”

“Not what you said last night, Ev,” Ben teased, his hand laced with Harry’s absently poking at the pirates fingers. Definitely a bad influence on her once innocent King.

With a scoff, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, sliding into place between them. Harry and Ben’s hands separating long enough for them to get comfortable before they were joined once more, this time over her bare stomach.

“Can ah go back to sleep?” Harry asked, pressing himself closer.

“Of course,” Ben declared with his winning smile, “but first, a kiss my Queen?”

Evie laughed, her hand coming to rest on his cheek drawing him down for a sweet morning kiss. Harry cleared his throat beside her, demanding the same treatment. Ben made sure to receive his kiss from Harry before the pirate was lost in his dreams.

Evie smiled as they both rested on her chest, her hands covering theirs. She couldn’t wait till they officially became one. Their wedding day couldn’t come fast enough.

Noona| Chapter Eleven: Just you and me now

Originally posted by 9taefox

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five| |Chapter Six| |Chapter Seven| |Chapter Eight| |Chapter Nine| |Chapter Ten| |Chapter Eleven| |Chapter Twelve|

pairing: Jimin x oc
genre: smut, oral, fingering
word count: 1.5k
a/n: What happens when you find yourself falling in love with someone nearly 5 years younger than you? How can it even be dealt with when your lives revolve around your image and career? It can’t be, because it just happens whether the people around you want it to or not. Love isn’t something that can be controlled.

“Min-Min! Hobi! Are you guys ready?” I shouted down the hall for them, running my fingers through my tangled hair. “Coming, Noona!” Hobi exclaimed as he ran down the hallway to me, Yoongi following lazily behind him. As he came up alongside me, he slung an arm over my shoulder and lead me to the front door with Hobi in tow. 

Jimin was standing there waiting, his hands shoved in his hole filled black skinny jean pockets. He had on a plain black baseball cap, big dark sunglasses and a loose fitted black long sleeved shirt. Even when he was dressed down like he was today, he was still breathtaking. I had a hard time not staring at the man I some how got to wake up to every morning now. 

“Ready, baby?” he questioned, his hand reaching out to pull me from Yoongi, who visibly huffed in annoyance at him. I wound my arms around his waist, nestling my head under his chin and deeply breathed in the scent that was Park Jimin. 

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ok so as some of u may know the 80% of my time spent on the internet is dedicated to reading fics (bts fics..im ashame..) and now that my ass has bookmarked more than 30 fics i thought it was time to do a fic rec :))) all of these fics are yooNMIN bc i hate myself but there are a couple with namjin and taekook, and taekook appears as a side pairing in some of the yoonmin ones. all of the links will take u to ao3 bc thats where i keep them saved more easily but i invite u to check my recs page where i have reblogged some awesome fics u cant find in ao3!! lastly almost all of them are fluffy!!!! bc angst makes me crY. also i would love if u guys could rec me fics u have loved n want me to read!!! thank u

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A warm hello

Harry Styles - 1279 words (not really smut)


There was nothing as beautiful as seeing him giving his absolute best on stage every night, singing his lungs out as his eyes sparkled due to the harsh white spotlight that shone on him. The fact that his heart and his soul were embedded in those songs, along with the cheering girls, made a permanent smirk crawl across his features that couldn’t be wiped off for the remainder of the night. 

There was nothing as breathtaking as getting an opportunity to stand there backstage, a small grin covering my own features as well while my eyes darted along to his dancing and jumping frame. The backstage crew had often laughed at how smitten I had stood there frozen, eyes glued to him for the whole show, every single time I was invited along to one of the shows. 

The set list had almost come to an end, only one song left and I knew that the boys were glad to call it a night. It had been a harsh few nights and I decided to join them for the last leg of the tour, taking a few days off to spend some time with my sort of secret boyfriend. 

“Wipe that drool off of your chin. Disgusting hormonal girl.” Jimmy, the young, handsome lad that was in charge of the instruments grins my way, adding a wink as well for emphasis. “Oh shush it you, you drool on Beyoncé too if you ever had the chance. But you’re stuck here, aren’t ya?” I turn around and lean against the brick wall behind me, arms crossed over my chest. Jimmy holds his arms up in a defensive manner, only drawing the tiniest of chuckles from my parted lips. 

“You were an amazing audience, but we’ve come down to our last song. Thank you all for joining us tonight and adding to the time of our lives!” Liam chirps happily through his microphone, throwing his arm around Harry’s shoulders and hauling him in. 
Without a second thought my tongue darts out to lick my lips as my eyes trail over Harry’s back down to his bum. 

The cheers reach an ear deafening decibels when they finish their one hour and a half show and stumble off the stage one by one. Niall high fives me as he passes me, both Liam and Louis cheering and releasing the last of pent up energy coursing through their veins. Harry is last and he makes a beeline for my small, slumped frame. “Hey you.” He presses me up against the wall, his sweat covered torso pressuring me to suck in a breath while his fingertips trace over my jaw. 

“Such a warm hello I’m receiving.” I chuckle as Harry’s eyes sparkle down onto me before our lips are pressed firmly against each other. “Let’s head out, yeah?” Harry breathes against my lips before he pulls away and throws an arm around my shoulder to haul me along. He’s making small talk with a few of the crew members as he stalk through the deserted hallways towards the back door. 

“We’re planning on leaving tomorrow at ten so be in the lobby fifteen minutes beforehand.” The elder man scolds Harry and he scoffs but waves it away with a smile, his hand trailing from my shoulder over my bare arm to rest along my hip. “Yeah, yeah Gene. We’ll be on time.” My fingers are toying with the hem of his sweaty, to his body clinging shirt as I see them exchange a few silly faces. 

I’m certain Harry will be out like a light within fifteen minutes of reaching the hotel room and I don’t mind. His light snores would lull me to sleep eventually while I got sucked into some fanfiction to swoon over. As soon as Harry’s hand lands far too high up my leg though I know we aren’t sleeping a lot tonight. 

“You were amazing tonight.” I breathe, letting my head fall back onto the car seat, eyes glued to the handsome man next to me. His fingertips ghost over my clothed leg, his pearly white teeth beamed in my direction. “I might be even more amazing tonight..” He smirks suggestively, lips trailing along my hot skin as his large hand now cups my dampened core. “I like that adrenaline of yours.” I breathe, slowly closing my eyes and focusing on his touch. 

I have to slap his hands away the whole way up to the hotel room. Harry was always a hands on guy, although you’d never see any picture of him touching a woman in an ungodly way. I think he very fucking well knew where a camera would be and when to strike a pose. And I kind of admired that about him. He wasn’t your normal celebrity either, but he stayed humble and down to earth. Except for those expensive shirts.

“As if you don’t want to.” Harry’s eyes flicker between my own, lust filled, a smirk covering his plump, pink lips. I visibly roll my eyes and pull him closer towards me by his belt loops, our bodies pressing against one another. “Every day, every minute. But not in public.” Harry’s lips press against my jaw and I let my fingers weave through his hair, lightly pulling on the chocolate brown strands to earn a sigh dropping from his lips.

“I thought you were kinkier than this.”

“Oh believe me, lover boy, you couldn’t handle me if I gave you my all.” I smirk in Harry’s direction, accompanied by a wink as the elevator doors open to let me onto the deserted hallway. The boys had left before us and they were probably already knackered and asleep in their own hotel rooms, leaving us the only ones to roam the hall.

“That sounds like an invitation..” Harry stands back behind me, his large hands roaming over the lower part of my stomach as I dig in my purse for the room key. After Harry had lost that damn card three times in my last visit, I demanded to keep the damn thing on me whenever we set foot outside of the hotel room. He reciprocated by keeping me in bed for the remainder of my stay.

As soon as the door closes behind us, Harry’s shirt flies across the room. He’s quick to discard his pants too before he lets himself drop onto the bed. “Come.” He pats the spot next to him but I shake my head, dropping my purse near his suitcase and bending to grab one of his clean shirts. “I’m going to get rid of this make-up, give me five minutes.”
I am quick to wipe a wet washcloth along my face, discarding my own clothes on the pristine floor, throwing Harry’s shirt over my naked form.

I kind of feel frustrated and disappointed when I come back to the main room, but on the other hand is this the kind of view that I appreciate the most. Harry is on his side, one of his hands tucked underneath his head, his breathing evened out and slow. I knew he would fall asleep as soon as he’d lay his head on the soft, fluffy pillow but somehow I hoped he had a little bit more adrenaline left. I smile softly as I crawl into bed beside him, pulling the duvet up so it would cover our barely clothed bodies.

I scoot behind him, throwing my arm over his waist and snuggling my face up against his shoulder blade. Harry might have hated it whenever I wanted to be the big spoon, but right here, I never had felt more at home.

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L. xox

BTS Reacting To their Girlfriend being a Victorias´s Model

Hi Guys, this is my first Reaction. Hope you like it :) If you want more, my request box is open.


The first Time he saw you in Show was when the both of you were sitting in front of the tv on the couch. He would be taken aback at first, but then super proud. “Why don’t i go into the Kitchen and cook something for us and you put on some of your work cloths?” *He is probably gonna prepare some chocolate covered strawberries and whippet cream*


Both of you were lying in your bed cuddling. When you noticed Suga was about to fall asleep, you loudly blurred out, that you are a Victoria´s Secret Model. First he was like “Yeah Sure” You took out your phone to show him some Behind the scenes pictures of you and the other Victoria´s Secret Girls. “Well, now that you stopped me from taking a nap, you should model something for me.” *If you stop our Yoongi from sleeping, you have to reward him ;)*


He was actually the one who found out himself. He somehow ended up watching the Victoria´s Secret Show on Youtube and there you were walking the Runway. No need to tell you how turned on Joon was by that. Later when you came Home he confronted you. “Damn Baby, now i have to punish you for not telling me sooner.” You two spend the next Hours in the Bedroom. Him punish you real good. *Yes exactly what all you naughty minded people think*


One Time Jhope came over your Apartment, whitout telling you beforehand, as always. You were still in the Shower, so you told him to wait for you. Suddenly you heard a high pitched scream. Running out of the Bathroom, you found Jhope looking through your Victoria´s Secret Magazine, at a picture of you. He was totally fascinated. “Thats what you do for a living? I like!”


You were currently busy in the Kitchen, when you phone rang, so Jimin awnserd it for you. “(Y/N) Phone? Handsome Boyfriend Jimin speaking.” “Hello this her Manager, can you tell (Y/N) that Victoria´s Secret wants her in this years Show again. Thank You.” He came running into the Kitchen. “You model Underwear? But you are so innocent and shy. Wait, every Men can see you like that? Thats only meant for me.” *Jelouse and Pouty ChimChim activated* Making you go red form embarrassment. “Oh, Jiminie, i only love you.” That made him smile that Beautiful Eye smile of his.


The first time you told him about you job, he was really confused. He started asking you all types of questions. How you got into this Job? What exactly you do there? What people you work with? After awnsering literally a thousand of them, he would still be cutley clueless. Trying to make sense of all the informations. “ Im not a hundred precent sure about it yet, but i think i like it.” He would pull you into a tight hug and shower you in kisses.


This innocent cutie got really shy when he saw pictures and gifs, his fans send to him, of you modeling for Victoria´s Secret. Finding it funny you decided to tease him a bit. You came from behind, wrapped your arms around him and laid your chin on his shoulder. “Do you like what you see?” That made him turn bright red. “ Im just kidding Kookie. You are so cute.” That didn’t sit well with him, he turned you around and pulled you close to him. “Yah, don’t call me cute. Im a Men and Im gonna show you.” *uhh dominate Kookie* He pulled you into a deep kiss and started touching you all over, before groping you butt, making you moan.

I don't rewind your toilet, please don't sh*t in my video store.

So this story is from quite a while ago, in one of those endangered White Rhinos of the retail world, a chain video store.

My chain store had a lot of management turnover, as well as “franchise turnover” (meaning we were passed between a couple of franchise groups before landing somewhere in limbo). This, along with the fact that all of the employees knew the management login and password meant that we had more power than we should have, and little to no threat of firing or legal repercussions (I remember a kid lifting and selling a bunch of new releases of LOTR1 before the official release date).

Now, being a “family place” (the 2nd biggest national chain), and being the store with the biggest selection in an area of upper-middle-class suburbs/towns, we had a LOT of issues with entitled mombies and kids, but this was one of my favorites.

There were 2 of us manning the counter, so I stepped out and started asking customers if they needed help finding anything. There was a mother with 4 kids, the youngest being a toddler in diapers, wandering around the video game section. I asked if they needed help, and was given something of a harrumph/sigh in response. Lacking a translation for “frumpy groan,” I simply said I was around and if they needed help just holler. I noticed the toddler was tugging on his diapers and doing a duck walk, but being 20 and not experienced with kids, I wasn’t aware just what that signified.

Note that she never asked to use the restroom, or indicated that there was an issue.

I did the rest of my rounds and returned to the video game aisle, where I noticed what looked like a trail of chocolate covered raisins leading to the toddler. Thinking the little sh*t had helped himself to our treats (which were stupidly in reach of grubbey little sh*ts), I looked for the box, only to see another round one drop from the groin-goblin’s leg. I was a bit shocked with that, but then he started pulling at his diaper, dropping more and more while Mom is ignoring his whimpers and waiting in line.

I walk up behind her, poke her shoulder and ask if she would like some rags, a bag, and cleaner to take care of her little sh*t monster, and she replies that it isn’t her job, and isn’t that what we are getting paid for?

Now, she is 3 spots back in the line, so I tell her that I can help her out on my register. I scan her card, and promptly note on her account that her kid had sh*t allover the floor, and that their account was permanently disabled.

I told her that the system wasn’t taking that card, and asked if there was another account for their family (there was one for their teen, and one for the husband.) I got the phone number and looked up the other accounts, repeating the same note to all of them, and using the manager code to mark all of their (quite substantial) late fees as “to be sent to collections.”

I then smiled, and cut the card up in front of her, and told her that since she can’t respect the store or the employees, and since she is unable to control her children, and refused to clean up after them, that she her accounts were locked and that she was banned.

She tried to use the other accounts, but I told her they were irreparably locked too, and that her household was flagged so they couldn’t get any new cards. She flew off the handle, screaming and shouting, yelling that cleaning the floors there wasn’t her job (it is when your panty-stain decides to sh*t all over it), and that she would call the manager, owner or corporate and report me. I told her to go ahead, nothing would happen to us.

She grabbed her kid (still dropping nuggets) and screamed for the rest of her brood, loading them into the van and peeling out of the parking lot with her middle finger raised.

She called back that night asking for a manager, and I had a real fun time pretending to be Chuck, the territorial manager (not a real person). I told her she and her family were banned from any stores in the district, and that we would be pressing charges if her or any of her family tried to open up a new account.

I ended up having to clean up the sh*t, which sucked, so I called up the other video store in the town and let them know what had happened (or that they were habitual shop lifters, I can’t remember) but they ended up banned from there.

They tried coming in and renting a few times, even trying to set up new accounts, but each time they were flagged, both because the incident and their late fees (which I guess they couldn’t pay off now that the account was locked, and they were sent to collections for them, but I have no sympathy).

They ended up getting sent to collections and having a LOT of issues due to that, and tried to call and write the store to make impotent legal threats, but I had made sure to put notes up on the desk and the system.

They came into another job I was working a year or two later and started yelling at me, asking why I ruined their lives. I told them the truth, it was because their actions in the video store were reprehensible, and that we didn’t need customers like that. I also said that if they returned their videos on time they wouldn’t have had fees, and then they wouldn’t have gone to collections. I suggested that they perhaps learn from this experience, and readdress how they treat retail employees. This just further enraged them (the husband was in my face). They were asked to leave, and “banned” from there as well.

Seriously though, if she would have even apologized I would have let it go, but having to clean up her kid’s sh*t and deal with her attitude? That (in my mind at least) justified the repercussions.

Francesca Hayward

ph. James McNaught

“Born in Nairobi to a Kenyan mother and English father, Hayward moved to Sussex when she was two. Dance lessons started early "at the back of a carpet shop in Worthing”. “I remember joining the class, aged three, in my dungarees.” At 11 she went as a boarder to White Lodge, the Royal Ballet junior school. “It was tough, almost military. If the marks slipped, you were out.” On the positive side Hayward made “friendships that’ll never fade”, and found ways to subvert the system. “There were a few sneaky corners not covered by CCTV cameras, so if you wanted to say goodnight to a boy… and although we were forbidden chocolate, we found ways of smuggling it in. One day Prince Charles was due to visit, and they sent in sniffer dogs that went straight to our hiding place. Busted!” Read more

101 Ways to Seduce a Moose (#17)

Title: 101 Ways to Seduce a Moose

 Sub-Title: #17: Valentine’s Day

 Prompt: none…

 Summary: Gabriel has been in hiding for five years, watching the Winchesters from the background, finally ready to come out of hiding after the darkness is dealt with.  In his time of hiding, he has come to the realization…he is in love with the youngest Winchester.  Sam isn’t exactly thrilled to have the trickster back, remembering all too well the Nutcracker incident, but don’t worry…Gabriel has a plan to make him change his mind.  And you know Gabriel, he isn’t one to back down from a challenge.

 Warnings: none?

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers and couples to do things together, fawn over each other, and make googly eyes.  Case and point.  Gabriel looked over and saw Dean with his arm around Cas, them having a whispered conversation as they discussed their little trip tomorrow.  Yea…they were taking a little couples trip for the big day.  Gabriel was happy for Castiel, he really was, but seeing that happiness and them planning made him thing…should I get anything for Sam?

Across the bunker, Sam was thinking the same thing…was he supposed to get Gabriel anything? They weren’t dating, they had only been on one date…but was that enough to warrant a gift?  They both spent all day thinking about it, but Sam came to the conclusion that he shouldn’t do anything…Gabriel on the other hand, thought he should.

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Back in 1998, when I started to write a little book called Chocolat – my third book, and somewhat of a departure from the Gothic pastiches I’d written before – I was completely unaware of the genie I was about to release into my ordered little world. My story, a light-hearted fable set in a not-quite-current France, had as its central metaphor the concept of food as redemption - food, and most precisely, chocolate.

Why chocolate, do you ask? Why not cheese, or chillies, or olives, or bread? I am not a chocoholic: although I do enjoy chocolate occasionally, it’s not among the foods that I could never live without (for that, see the chillies and cheese above). And yet, as I wrote my story, I found myself increasingly fascinated by the history and folklore of chocolate; its capacity to transform and evolve; and of course, the emotional resonance that chocolate holds for so many of us; something that transcends mere taste and becomes a spiritual journey.

I was born in a sweet-shop. A corner sweet-shop in Barnsley, to be precise; a place as far removed from Vianne Rocher’s elegant little chocolaterie as it was possible to be. The shop, which belonged to my grandparents, sold mostly newspapers and sweets, the sweets in glass jars in the window, kaleidoscopic and fascinating. I very rarely ate any. Chocolate, too, was a rare treat - and at that time, generally not of wonderful quality. The kind of boutique chocolate shops that now inhabit the High Street were altogether unknown - except perhaps in London – and the occasional trip to Thornton’s was a very special pilgrimage.

But on my trips to France to visit my French family – trips that coincided with my school holidays – the story was very different. At Easter, in particular, every confiserie – that word that translates as “confectioner” but which holds a wealth of other associations, and which the French high street finds as indispensable as any bakery - was filled with Easter chocolates.

Of course, we had Easter eggs in England. But ours were dull in comparison, gritty, fatty chocolate covered in foil and cardboard, while the French ones were works of art; wrapped in transparent Cellophane, allowing their natural gloss to shine through, tied with artfully-curled ribbons and decorated with clusters of flowers and fruit, cleverly piped on in icing-sugar. Others were made of brightly-coloured papier-mâché, painted with traditional designs and filled with tiny chocolate shapes. Some were small enough to be sold at pocket-money prices; others were set pieces large enough to qualify as sculpture, each confectioner vying with his rivals to create bigger, better, more beautiful pieces.

And the French confectioners did not limit their creativity to decorating eggs. There were also chocolate menageries of hens, rabbits, piglets, ducks – all symbols of prosperity – along with winged bells and paper cones filled with chocolates and toys, like pagan cornucopia. At the time, it seemed to me that this very Catholic country had retained far more of its ancient Easter rituals and images than England, although it could simply be that Catholicism has always had a natural capacity to assimilate and re-invent popular traditions.

Thus, when I was a child I was taught that the reason for which church bells fall silent on Good Friday is that they magically leave their bell-towers, grow angel wings and fly - invisibly, upside-down - to Rome to be blessed by the Pope before Easter. The Pope’s blessings take physical, magical form as chocolate figures – animals, eggs, and of course, those winged bells - which fill the bells as they fly home to ring on Easter Sunday. But as soon as the bells resume their position in the church-towers and start to ring, the thousands of chocolate shapes they contain are flung out all over the countryside. The only way to collect them and to stop them smashing onto the ground is to build a nest and to hide it in the branches of a tree, so that the chocolates land inside. This is why on Easter Sunday, before setting off to church, French children still make nests to be filled with chocolate animals and collected after the service: Catholicism and paganism co-existing happily in a celebration of spring rebirth and spiritual regeneration.

And this was where Chocolat was born, between the beautiful chocolate shops of western France and the close little Yorkshire community that shaped so much of my childhood: a story, not just of chocolate, but of people living together in a place formed by traditions; of insiders and outsiders; of folklore and religion; tolerance and cruelty; feasting, fasting and family.

At the time, I had no idea how far that story was to take me. It gave me wings – just like those bells - and sent me all around the world. A story can sometimes do that, you know: and quite unexpectedly, Chocolat had become one of those stories, linking me with readers from over fifty countries, sending me to Hollywood, boosting me out of my orbit into a new, extraordinary life.

It was the first time I’d really considered the magical powers of chocolate. Papal blessings aside, I was used to thinking of chocolate as a delicious indulgence rather than the stuff of dream. And yet, there is a real magic to this ancient, mysterious substance. And as I learnt more about it - some as research for Chocolat, but much more after the book had come out, as kindred spirits all over the world were impelled to share their experiences and to add their voices to the growing number of people my story had inspired – I realized that there’s a lot more to chocolate than Easter eggs, or chocolate bars, or Cadbury’s chocolate animals. We tend to take it for granted now; chocolate has become an everyday indulgence, and as our taste for it has grown, the range of flavours and quality have also grown accordingly. But the story of chocolate has a magic of its own, and in spite of its popularity, the world’s favourite flavour still retains some of its ancient mysteries. Perhaps you’ll discover a few of them in the pages of this book. Or perhaps you’d rather just indulge. Either way, it’s all right. 

Relax (S.W imagine)

This was a request by the lovely sadielox hope you enjoy & it’s what you wanted, message me your feedback please! 💕
Today was going to be a long day, I had an all day shift at work, from 11:30 to 9. I was very tired from the night before because my boyfriend Sammy Wilk, came home and he was drunk, & don’t get me wrong I love taking care of him, but having to to get up the next morning is such a drag.

I got out of bed careful not to wake Sam, went to our shared bathroom, showered, did my hair and makeup got ready and left Sam a note with medicine and water like I always do before I leave for work.

Before I arrived to work I stopped at Starbucks to get a coffee, while walking into work, I dropped my coffee and spilled everywhere and before I was able to get through the door my manager was already yelling at me about mistakes the other girls made before we ended shift yesterday.

“Y/N why were these bras not correctly put on the rack how I’ve specifically told you guys to put them?”

“I put them on there correctly in my section of the store that I was working on, so do not yell at me for it, ask Jessica & Sarah.”

She already seemed irritated so me giving her attitude didn’t help.

Per usual I brushed it off and started my shift

~Skip to 9:00~

I was finally done my shift was over and now it was time to go home and just relax, hopefully with my boyfriend Sammy, usually he’s at the studio with Nate and the Jacks at this time but I hope he learned from last night that he needs to stay home today.

I got home, and it was dark and Sammy’s car was gone. Before I got out of my car I rolled my eyes in aggravation.

“why can’t I just come home and relax with you for one night” I said under my breath.

When I walked in, and turned on the light there was a huge bouquet of roses on the counter with a letter that read “you took care of me last night, now it’s my turn, go up stairs, get in the shower and I’ll meet you up there in 10, love always, Sammy”

With no hesitation, I left all my stuff downstairs and ran up stairs and did as instructed in the letter. I turned on the shower to warm water, undressed and got in, within 15 minutes in the shower & being relaxed with the warm water hitting my body, I felt cold hands on my sides, & I was startled and I jumped & turned around only to be met eye to eye with my long eye lashed blonde hair boyfriend Sammy.

“You look so beautiful” He said turning me around and laying his chin on the side of my neck. Before I could speak he continued

“I know I haven’t been around much lately and I’m sorry, last night I shouldn’t have gotten wasted like I did to the point where you were cleaning up my vomit off the floor.”

I cut him off & turned to look at him.

“Sammy, it doesn’t matter to me if I’m cleaning up your vomit or helping you with anything you need it’s my job to take care of you, that’s what I’m here for, but just for once, I’d like to have just a day with you, not you and the guys, I work all day and I just want to come home and be cuddled by you, and more.”

Sammy shut off the water “wait here” he stepped out grabbed two towels out of the cabinet wrapped one around himself, wrapped one around me, picked me up bridal style and sat me on our bed.

“I’m going to give you the most relaxing night ever, babe, I planned this way a head of you before you even asked.”

We were both still undressed in towels, and he pulls a cart out of our closet that had, chocolate cover strawberries, champagne, pasta, massage oils, bucket of ice, along with candles.

He placed the cart In front of me then came around the bed to sit behind me then started kissing my neck, in between kisses, he said “now to get to the most relaxing part” he said undoing his and my towels.

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Caught -Jack Gilinsky(Smut)

A/N: wrote this at 1 am so bare with me.

Meeting, radio interviews, promo, meet and greets. Jack’s hands were full now a days. I don’t really mind at all actually. I’m happy that he’s getting out there and becoming big with Johnson. It’s always been one of his biggest dreams and I’m glad that he’s accomplishing it. Although the touring and traveling can get tiring and our relationship can be put to tests but we manage to get through it.

I sit on my bed, my bad leaning against the headboard as I eat a chocolate covered strawberrie. I was in a in a silk robe, underneath it I was wearing matching black lace lingerie I had especially bought for tonight. Jack was suppose be home tonight after being in LA for about two weeks. I had a special night planned for us, but by the looks of it, it seems that his flight could’ve of gotten delayed or cancelled. I check my phone and see it’s ten after midnight. All day I had thought of how tonight would be. How finally after two weeks Jack and I could be together again. I imagined how his fingers and tongue would feel against my heated core, and how I would pay him right back. Just the thought of him made me wet. Untying the silk robe, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Pulling it off, along with my bra, I positioned myself and began to slowly run myself over my panties. Rubbing small circles over my clit with one hand and the other playing with one of my nipples, I let a small moan escape my lips.

Grabbing the hem of my panties I pull them down. I run a finger through my slit feeling my wet core. My fingers were no where as good as Jack’s but for now I would have to deal. Continuing to play with my nipples, I add a finger, pumping it slowly. I moan out loud at the sensations I’m feeling. Before I could continue I get stopped. “Started without me huh?” I open my eyes and look over to my bedroom door, where Jack is leaning against it. “Jack.” He walks over to me with a smirk on his face, “Now what have I said about touching yourself?” “I could only do it when I have your permission,” I speak innocently. “I don’t recall giving you permission today,” Jack grabs my legs and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. I whimper knowing what’s about to happen. “I couldn’t wait you wouldn’t get here,” I speak. “Impatient are you now,” he runs his index finger up my leg, stopping before he reached where I need him the most. “You know what happens when you misbehave don’t you?” He leans down, his lips centimeters from mine. I lean up to kiss when he pulls back. “Ah ah ah, you’ve been bad, now you need to get punished.” He reverts his head away and slowly kisses his way down my body, stopping right above my pelvic bone. I run my hands through his hair tugging at it, “Please Jack.”

My begging doesn’t do much, he kisses me everywhere but where i truly need him. He peppers kisses up my thighs, leaving his mark here and there. “Jack,” he stops his kissing and looks me in the eye. “Yes?” “Please. Do something! Stop teasing me.” Without another word, I feel Jack run his tongue from my hole to my clit, causing a moan to emit from my lips. “Oh god,” my breath becomes more uneven by the second. Jack works his magic with his tongue. He eats me out like he hasn’t eaten in days. “God I’ve missed you,” he says against my throbbing core. “Oh fuck Jack” he adds a digit, pumping it as his tongue is still at work. Adding another finger, in no time Jack has me going over the edge. “Jack, oh god I’m about to” “Come for me baby,” with Jack’s words I come undone. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my legs shake uncontrollably, profanities and Jack’s name pour out my lips like there’s no tomorrow.

Once I come down from my high, Jack comes back up to me, finally kissig me, allowing me to taste myself. “Welcome home,” I say agaisnt his lips. “I’m glad to be home,” he says kissing me again. In between the kiss, I flip us over, now making it my turn to tease Jack.

Bon appetit (AoKiKaga)

Title: Bon appetit
Beta: Di (You should all thank her)
Paring: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga/Kise Ryouta
Rating: M
Word count: 800+
Where else you can read it: AO3 and ffnet
Summary: It’s their 7th anniversary.
A/N: I missed writing about my favorite OT3 so here it is: a small, pointless fic about them. Plus, I finally wrote about a small kink I like ;)

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When Aomine got home it was already dark outside. His manager had promised him that the interview wouldn’t last long, and it didn’t, but after that the photographers wanted pictures of him. The man donated a large amount of money to the city’s orphanage only a few days ago- how would it look if he behaved like an ass (as his lovers would say) and run away instead of posing with orphans? He managed to drive back home at around 7 pm, happy that he was going to spend this important evening with his lovers. Of course, Fate had to show how much she didn’t like Aomine outside the court and there he was, stuck in a traffic jam.

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This ones for the Original 5sosFam.

We’ve been there for these boys since the beginning.
Before Vevo. Before Hi Or Hey Records.
We’ve been there since Hemmo1996 with those four idiots doing covers of Ed Sheeran.
Our idiots. From the Chocolate Milk Parties and Penguin CPR.
We were there for that and will be for whats to come.
I’m glad they actually did it. They'be just come so far in such little time.
But I think deep inside we all want to keep them a secret. No rumors or being mobbed like 1D.
It’s gonna be different and harder. We all know that.
But we will stick together because we’re. A family.
Yeah there’s going to be new members but we’ll always know we were here from the beginning watching 14 year old Luke making covers on Hemmo1996.

Now I hope because of the new people in this fandom there wont be any hate. I mean so far we all get along very well. So no hate. If you send hate then fuck you. Because no one anywhere deserves that.
And if your new please DONT go around saying crap about the original family. Like you know everything and crap. I’m sorry if I’m being rude or mean but I feel we all need to get this off our chest.
Bye Xx - Ebeth