ravishing smile

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here

Yoosung

  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • “SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time

Zen

  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “UHHHHHHH, GUYSOPENTHEDOORZENJUSTPASSEDOUT.”
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”

Jaehee

  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes

Jumin

  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • “FIVE MINUTES LEFT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS!!”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly

Saeran

  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.

Seven

  • “♪♫YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MC AND SEVEN IN HEAVEN FOR SEVEN♪♫”
  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “SAERAN TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!”
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
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Requests: (1) Could you do a Draco imagine that consists of Cedric Diggory, Draco getting jealous, feels, conflict, and a load of jealousy?;

(2) Could you do an imagine where Draco and the reader are best friends and lowkey in love with each other but refuse to admit it, and progressively Draco starts making, erm, suggestive, comments to the reader and there’s just lots of sexual tension and eventually they get together?

⇢  A Draco x Reader work featuring a very jealous and steamy Draco.


Draco took a sip from his goblet, peering over the rim as you walked into The Great Hall with a handsome Hufflepuff by your side. Not that it bothered him, of course. In fact, Draco would say he hardly even noticed.

“You alright, mate?”

“Just fine. Why do you ask?”

Zabini shrugged. “Your nose has been inside your goblet for some time now. Trying to drown yourself, Malfoy?”

“Of course not.” Draco lowered the goblet from his face, never once taking his eyes off you. You were still talking to that boy.

Blaise followed Draco’s gaze and smirked. “Tell me, Draco, where’s that best friend of yours? She usually would have dropped by for her daily chat by now.” He watched as Draco’s jaw clenched ever so slightly. “Oh– I see her. She’s preoccupied by that Hufflepuff. Diggory, is it?”

“I don’t know. And I couldn’t care less, really.”

“Didn’t you two agree to attend the Yule Ball together?” A look of mock realization dawned on Zabini’s face. “Oh, that’s right. You two agreed to go only as friends. And now she’s chatting up the Triwizard Champion while you’re here dateless.”

“Appears so.” Draco remained impassive. “But at least I have an excuse for not bringing a date. Can you say the same?”

Zabini sobered as he took in Draco’s expressionless tone. Zabini may have been a tosser, but he knew when to stop. “You really like her, don’t you?”

Draco heaved a sigh, rubbing his temple and finally turning to face Blaise. “Is it obvious?”

“Only to someone with a brain.” Blaise paused. “Which explains why Y/N hasn’t caught on yet.”

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Imagine during the event of Thor: The Dark World, you see when Loki changes Thor into Sif and feeling jealous when he says “Brother, you look ravishing”. When he smiles at you, you side-eye him which makes him reply “Sif may be beautiful, but she will never amount to the woman I have” and it makes you smile.

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Today is your boyfriend, Klaus’s birthday. You awaited his arrival home, wearing your sexiest lingerie set just for him.

As soon as he entered the bedroom that the two of your share, his eyes went wide from being caught off guard. Before he was able to get a word out, you spoke seductively, walking over to him. “Happy birthday, baby.” You cupped his cheeks, planting a kiss on his lips, then slowly made your hands down, stopping at his chest, Klaus giving you that sexy, crooked smile. “You look ravishing, love.” He whispered.

You smiled back, grabbing his hand to lead him to a chair, then pushed him to sit down. You walked over to the stereo to put the appropriate song for the mood while he poured himself a glass of whiskey, while admiring your body with his eyes.

Once the song was played, you swayed your hips as you’re slowly walking towards the original hybrid. You grabbed the glass of whiskey from his hand, finishing whatever was left over and set it on the table.

This past week you’ve definitely been preparing by watching various videos on lap dances. So you tried the best you could in this moment. You faced your back towards the birthday boy, gently sitting on his lap, shaking your hips in rhythm with the music.

Klaus was starting to get turned on and couldn’t resist touching you so he grabbed onto your waist. The change of position was necessary, so you turned around to face your boyfriend, linking your body onto his as you continued grinding on him. He bit his bottom lip, then gently started caressing your body with his hands. You can feel his member growing hard which made you grin.

Klaus looked at your like a predator ready to attack his prey, then grunted. “Now it’s my turn.” He quickly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him from habit, locking his lips to yours while he walked the two of you over to the bed you share. Upon reaching the bed, he placed you on the mattress.

He took off only his shirt, then got on top of you. Before he had the chance to kiss on your neck, you stopped him. “No no no, it’s your birthday.” It was his day, so you got on top, ready to dominate him in bed. “Very well then, love.” Klaus replied, smirking at you.

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Imagine being a ruler of your own kingdom and meeting with Daenerys to arrange an alliance.

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Heyy, could do please do more daenerys x readers or maybe mini series? I just really love your stories !!

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24. Halloween Night (Steve Rogers x Reader)

You’re going to a Halloween party with Steve’s friends, but your Halloween costume makes Steve decide to have a change of plans.  

Warning: Hot, dirty stuff. Sex with Steve. 18+.

Originally posted by sadbatfleck

“The guys are coming over any minute,” Steve calls out to you. You were going to a Halloween party with his friends.  He promised there would be no work tonight, and so you wanted to make the most out of this Halloween evening as possible.

“Are you in costume already?,” you shout from the bedroom, slipping on part of your costume — black fishnet thigh-high stockings.

“Yes ma’am,” he answers, and you detect a grin on his face. “I’m afraid of no ghosts!,” he adds. You laugh. Steve had been catching up on ’80s movies the previous week, and he was so amused by the Ghostbusters. You had helped him order the Ghostbusters tan jumpsuit online, complete with an inflatable proton pack and a ghost phaser. “I can’t wait to see your surprise!”

The doorbell rings. “They’re here, sweetheart,” Steve says. You hear him walk to the door. It’s been a couple of months since you and Steve had moved in together, and his friends had dropped by on several occasions. Still, you can’t help but get intimidated when they’re around. You hurriedly put on your costume, knowing Steve will be quite surprised by how naughty your look is. You suddenly feel shy having to make an entrance with his friends in the living room.

“Hi sweetie!,” Nat calls out from the living room, a few seconds after you unlock the door and hesitate going out. You peek your head out and see them all comfortable on the couch, laughing over something Clint had just said. They all look great - Clint’s in a wolf costume, Bruce is looking like Harry Potter, Wanda is Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, and Nat is dressed as Rey from Star Wars. You giggle at the sight of Clint.

“Hi guys,” you smile, walking out of your room. Everyone’s eyes widen as you fully appear before them, their laughter cut off when they see you dressed as a very sexy Red Riding Hood. Steve turns to follow their stares, and his jaw drops open at the sight of you. “Hi,” you say again, but this time locking eyes only with your boyfriend. You watch Steve’s eyes travel up and down your body, eyeing the top of your breasts pushing out of your tight red satin bodice,  down your red satin circle skirt that stops mid-thigh, down your stocking-clad legs and fiery red heels. Your red satin hooded cape is striking against your brunette curls.

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Betrothed Part 4

Summary: You have been betrothed to a disgusting pig to settle your father’s gambling debts. The night before your wedding, you are rescued by an unlikely party.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here.

A/N: Here’s Part 4! So sorry it’s been so long, but I put together what was gonna be two parts into one to make it longer to try to make up for it. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: alcoholism, gambling, arranged marriage, bullying, maybe even verbal abuse, anxiety, unwanted attention/harassment 

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Title: Another Love

Summary
Y/N is a popular cheerleader dating the successful jock who breaks up with her, making her win him back with a sexy performance. Although, it’s not her ex who gets flustered but Peter Parker.

Words: ~ 1400

A/N: I tried another style of writing and it gets a bit boring at the end… And @ceci1735 I hope you like it and that’s it’s not too different from what you had in mind! :)

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I’m still able to feel it. The pain. The pure disbelief running trough my mind as he said those words.
You’re not sexy enough for me.

I spare you the tragic backstory of falling in love with this asshole of a boy. But still you have to know some details:
Me, the head of the cheerleaders, and Micheal, the rich jock, had been dating for 3 years until he decided to dumb me. Let’s just say that I was as dumb as him back then. I was dependent. Micheal seemed to be perfect and I didn’t even realise that he was treating me so badly.

Dating him was a mistake, I see that now.
But I needed another love to show me what true love was like. So, this is the story of me, finally finding Mr. Perfect who’s always been there without me noticing it.
Here we go:


I walked down the hallway, swaying my hips that were barely covered by my shortest, black skirt. Combined with my red top and a sheer cardigan, it made me look like a model. It gave me the needed confidence.
I wanted Micheal to realise his mistake. I wanted to be with him again. I needed his attention.
Obviously, with this outfit I got a lot of attention. But when he saw me he hesitated and then shrugged, turning away from me again.

The pain had never left my heart, which is why his action didn’t hurt me more in that moment. So, I held my head high, passing him with a sexy smile.
What I hadn’t noticed was the other boy I had passed who got more effected by my actions than anyone else. But he will be part of this story soon.

P.E. was the period where I wanted to do it. Micheal loved me cheerleading and a little extra wouldn’t hurt right?
Or so I had thought. Again, I’m sparing you the details since my little sexy *cough* embarrassing *caugh* performance is something I like to forget, even though it lead to my personal happy end…

“That was brilliant!”, my best friend Liz told me, “You look so sexy today! I bet Micheal is drooling by now.” One look at the jocks showed me that he wasn’t. There was just this look on his face which I knew so well but I could never point out what was going on in his head.
The bell rang before the jocks made their way towards us to go to their locker room. “Am I sexy enough now?”, I grabbed Micheal ’s arm and winked at him before slowly biting my lower lip.
(yeah, I really did that…)
“You’ve never really been sexy!”, he laughed loudly while shaking his head.

His words hurt like hell but there was this little angel that I had not expected at all:
Turning around, I bumped into Peter Parker.
“NED! WHY DID- oh hey, Y/N!”, he chuckled nervously, giving Ned a strange look before looking at me again.
“Hi, Peter.”, I forced a smile, blinking away upcoming tears.
“You- You know my… uh, I j-just wanted… to tell you… Micheal is an asshole. Don’t listen to him. And even if it doesn’t mean anything to you…”, he mumbled, paused, sighed and then spoke again, “I-I think you’re… ravishing.”
A genuine smile formed on my lips, his words fighting the mean words that Micheal had just planted in my head. “Thank you, Peter.”, I replied softly, my hand reaching out to brush his arm as I felt tingles in my hand.

I was thinking about Peter’s words the whole day, realising that Micheal, or anyone else, had never said anything like that to me.

“You have to make him jealous.”, Liz suggested for the hundredth time while we were sitting in the cafeteria the next day.
“Hmm.”, I only responded before taking another bite of my sandwich.
“Spent your day with…”, her eyes roamed the cafeteria before spotting my little angel that had been on my mind the whole time, “ah! Peter Parker. Flirt with him, you know, body contact… Micheal won’t like it and you’ll have him back by the end of the day.”

I hesitated. Using Peter to my own god wasn’t right. He was too kind. Out of all people he had said the sweetest words I had ever heard and they were directed to me.

That moment was the exact moment I had lost any interest in my ex boyfriend. I had spent a lot of time thinking about Peter’s words and then, in this moment, I realised that he was right. Micheal is an asshole.

“Maybe I don’t want to.”, I mumbled quietly, staring at Peter who was wildly gesticulating and making me smile. “But Y/N, the whole week you-”, Liz began but I interrupted her, “Liz, I just realised that Micheal is an asshole. Peter told me that yesterday and… I’m gonna explain later okay?”

Without waiting for an answer I stood up and went over to Peter and Ned, standing in front of them. “Hi, boys.”, I smiled at them, instantly getting their attention, “Peter, I… wanted to thank you again. You opened up my eyes. I think I just needed someone to tell me that Micheal is an asshole. Someone as cute as you.”
Peter’s lips parted slowly, his eyes widening before looking at Ned who had the exact look on his face.
“Yeah, n-no problem.”, Peter stuttered, a deep blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Can I talk to you in private?”, I asked him softly, before my hand touched his which had been resting on the table. Again, these tingles rushed through my arm.
“No, yeah- I mean, yes thats-”, Peter replied and I chuckled to myself. He was really cute.

Standing in the barely filled hallway, I smiled at him before leaning against a locker. “I think I like you.”, I began, watching his eyes full with joy, “And I know we don’t know a lot about each other…”
“I know- more… about you then you think.”, Peter admitted nervously, looking into my eyes with so much love.
“And I’m pretty sure I’m going to know everthing about you.”, I replied firmly.

And I was right. Weeks passed in which I let myself become closer and closer to Peter, talking to him on very occasion in school. I openly flirted with him, loving the way the corner of his lips moved up when his cheeks blushed and his head tilted to the side.
Soon there followed movie nights an then one day it happened.

Cuddling into Peter’s side, I let out a satisfied sigh while my eyes were glued to the TV. We were laying on the couch in Peter’s flat watching Star Wars, even though I didn’t understand it. I wasn’t complaining because I loved listening to Peter rambling about it.

“You know that I’m in love with you, don’t you?”, Peter suddenly said, turning his head towards me. There was curiosity in his eyes while I couldn’t come up with a suitable reply.
I knew that there was something between us. It had been there since the beginning and to me it was pretty clear that it wasn’t only friendship.
“You know that I’m in love with you too, don’t you?”, was the best response that was in my head.
And it was also the right response.

Watching Peter’s lips form into a huge smile, he leaned in and pressed his lips on mine briefly, the familiar tingles coming from my lips this time.
“You’re the most perfect thing that ever happened to me.”, I whispered softly before kissing him again. The smile on Peter’s lips kept interrupting our kiss until he only pressed his forehead against mine, our noses brushing and my heart beat stopping.

“You deserve the world.”, Peter breathed out and I couldn’t stop smiling about his words.
“And the world doesn’t deserve you.”, I whispered before leaning in to kiss him again.

This boy gave me the kind of love I needed. It was simply another love than Micheal’s love and it was perfect.

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Trick or Treat ft. Harry! - Sirius Black x reader fluff

Originally posted by halloweentreat

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Title: Trick or Treat

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Word Count:  731

Warnings: Fluff! Featuring smol boi harry! EVERYONE’S ALIVE IN THIS FIC, PLEASE DON’T CRY. I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SOMETHING FLUFFY!!


“Y/n! Paddy! Let’s go!!” A small messy-haired boy squealed from under a white sheet that he called a ‘ghost costume’.

Y/n giggled as Sirius came out with an embarrassingly cute prince costume. Harry wanted to go trick or treating with his godparents and asked Y/n and Sirius to dress up as a “princess and prince”. Obviously, no one could say no to Harry’s big green puppy dog eyes, so y/n and sirius managed to come up with costumes.

“Are you ready Harry!?” Sirius said enthusiastically to the 4 year old boy who was jumping up and down with joy and shaking his trick-or-treat bag.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Let’s go paddy!!!” Harry beamed, tugging at Sirius’ sleeves.

Sirius grinned up at y/n, “Are you ready, love?”

Y/n nodded and asked Harry to help her put on her tiara. Y/n bent down for Harry to place the sparkly fake-diamond tiara on top of her head, and she curtsied.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were an actual princess. You look ravishing,” Sirius smiled at y/n.

“Thank you, my prince. You don’t look so bad yourself,” Y/n giggled.

Harry pouted and crossed his arms, “LET’S GO ALREADY!!”

Sirius laughed and held Harry’s hand as they went out onto the street to start collecting candy.

At every doorstep, Harry yelled “TRICK OR TREAT!” which made everyone “awe” at how cute the ankle biter was. After a while, Harry’s bag of candy was full - luckily y/n had a spare.

“Y/n! Paddy! Let’s get more candy!!”


Harry was whizzing down the street, howling with all the other kids. The three of them were having a grand old time until Harry tripped and grazed his knee.

“PADDYYYY!!!” He wailed, pulling his bleeding knee to his chest and dropping his bags of candy.

The other kids on the street started to run and steal Harry’s candy - but y/n wasn’t having it. She shooed them away, willing to fight them all for her small godson, but she didn’t quite save all the candy.

“Harry! Are you okay?!” Sirius said, rushing to Harry’s side and pulling him onto his lap to comfort him.

Y/n crouched down beside Harry and took out a bandage from her bag. They helped Harry who had his bottom lip pouting the whole time and tears threatening to spill.

“Aw, c’mon Harry, you’re fine! It’s not like you chopped your whole leg off,” Y/n grinned at him, trying to get him to smile.

“At least you’ve got a shit tonne of candy!!” Sirius said, ruffling up Harry’s already-messy-hair.

“Sirius! Language!” Y/n said, shoving Sirius which caused Harry to burst out laughing.

Harry moved, trying to stand up, but he failed, “Paddy!! I can’t walk!!” He whined overdramatically.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the small boy knowing damn well that Harry only wanted a piggy back. Sirius turned his back to harry and patted his back.

“Hop on mate, I think it’s time we go home.”

Harry beamed, grinning from ear to ear as he jumped onto his godfather’s back.

“ONWARD!” Harry squealed, pointing to the way back to their house.

“Onward we shall go!” Y/n giggled, running down the street with the bags of candy.

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Sirius laughed, running after his princess with Harry giggling on his back.


The three of them were hollering down the street, laughing and giggling as they made their way back home. They found themselves at their doorstep. Harry had a big smile on his face as he carried the two bags of candy that was just as big as him into his house to show his parents. Y/n and Sirius were still laughing when Harry ran down the hallway screaming, “DAD! MOM! LOOK WHAT PADDY, Y/N AND I GOT!!”

“That lil’ bugger really is something, isn’t he?” Sirius smiled, throwing the crown off his head onto the couch as he moved over to y/n.

Y/n giggled softly, “He is.”

Sirius put his hands on y/n’s hips and buried his head into the crook of her neck, “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too my prince,” Y/n smiled, kissing Sirius’ forehead which made him blush.

“Sirius Black! Are you blushing?!” Y/n gasped, laughing at Sirius’ tomato-red face.

“Shut up y/n!”

*Colorblind* Newt x reader

◘ Ly–canthrope asked:

Like I’ve said every other time I have no clue if you’ve done this or not heh BUT I NEED COLOURBLIND READER AND SHE GETS COLOURS MIXED UP ETC ETC AND NEWT HAS TO HELP HER DRESS OR GET A CERTAIN ITEM BUT SHE IS AN INDEPENDENT STRONG WOMAN WHO IS STUBBORN AND REFUSES HELP (except clothes) AND NEWT FINDS IT ADORABLE

Newt laid on the bed, patiently waiting for you to come out of the bathroom so he could see what you had on for the party that evening that Queenie was hosting. It was to celebrate the release of Newt’s book and you wanted to look absolutely perfect seeing as a lot of important people were going to be there.

As you slowly emerged, you did a tiny twirl to show off your new dress and heels. Your H/C hair spun out, landing perfectly against your shoulders as you looked over to your husband, a gleam in your eyes as you awaited his response. 

“How do I look?”

“Absolutely ravishing, love.” Smiling up at you, Newt admired the way your dress hung perfectly around your figure. The pearls around your neck draped over your collar bones and he smiled as you picked up a lipstick tube but paused. 

“Newt? What color red is this?”

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On this happy thought Ross came through Grambler village, past the last shack, where Jud and Prudie Paynter lived, and had just forded the Mellingey when he beheld a small boy racing towards him from the direction of the old Wheal Maiden mine. For a moment he did not recognize his four-year-old son until he saw a woman also running, coming out of the wind-battered fir trees, and also coming towards him. He jumped off his horse and Jeremy leapt breathlessly into his arms, squealing his ravished delight. Then Demelza, smiling her most radiant smile; and he knew he was home.
—  from “The Black Moon: A Novel of Cornwall 1794-1795 (Poldark Book 5)” by Winston Graham
Emeralds (The Royal  Romance)

So, @boring-grayson posted an interesting question to me last night.  “Do you think Madeline is the traitor or is she the pawn?”  To me, the answer is super simple: whether she’s doing this willingly or not, she is DEFINITELY not doing this alone.  Evil!Queen has her hands all over this.  I’d love it if Madeline were a pawn and had been one since her Leo days, but I don’t know if they’re going to go that route.  In any case, that question inspired this little fic.  Enjoy!

Summary: Madeline and Regina talk before the coronation.

Rating: M for implied violence

Word Count:: 717

               Madeline sat on her vanity stool, gently touching up her lipstick and eyeshadow.  It was almost perfect, but almost perfect wasn’t exactly perfect, and she knew what the consequences were if her appearance wasn’t up to par.  All eyes would be on her tonight, and she knew that not a single strand of hair could be out of place.

               When the knock came on her door, it wasn’t unexpected and she knew it exactly who it was.  Still,r that didn’t make her any more prepared for it and it didn’t make her stomach from twisting up in knots.

               “Come in!” she called out.

               Queen Regina walked in, smiling and carrying a large, flat, velvet box.  “My dear… you look ravishing.”

               “Thank you,” Madeline smiled, “I hope you’re pleased.”

Regina placed the box on the vanity and stood behind her, smiling.  “After tonight, no woman in all of Europe will be happier than I.  Liam will be King, you will be engaged, and the Cordonian throne will be safe once again.”

               “You’re not at all worried?” Madeline asked, trying to keep her voice light.

               “Not at all,” Regina smiled as she began to gently help style her hair, twisting the ends so that they curled perfectly and framed her face.  “I’ve given the other women warnings and done my part; whether they listen is entirely up to them.  They’ll live with the consequences.”

               And so will I.  “Do you think they’ll listen?”

               “Olivia will,” Regina sighed.  “That girl may be a bitch, but she’s a smart one.  She won’t dare stay here once I threaten to tell everyone what sort of family she’s descended from.  But, I’m not so certain about the other one.”

               Madeline frowned.  In another year, in another lifetime, she would have seen that American as an annoyance, a simple distraction.  But somehow, that woman had become a genuine competitor and a threat to all that she’d planned.  “I think he’s going to choose her.”

               “We won’t let that happen,” Regina said softly, “unless… you want him to?”

               Regina rested her hands on Madeline’s shoulders. Madeline looked up in the mirror, taking a deep breath as she saw Regina’s cold eyes leveling her down with a stare. As Regina’s hands began to tighten, Madeline fought the urge to wince.

               “Regina, I—“

               “You remember what we agreed, don’t you?”

               “Yes, but—“

               “Madeline, Cordonia is at risk.  I chose you for Leo because I thought you would make a better ruler than he would.  I knew you lead in his stead and save this country from sheer ruin.  I chose you for Liam because he needs someone older, wiser, more experienced to lead him around by the nose.  You are the one I chose to save my country.  And we both know what the consequences if you lose this competition.”

               Regina’s hands suddenly lifted, but the stinging pain they’d left remained.  Madeline watched as Regina reached across and picked up the large, velvet box.  She opened it, revealing an impressively large emerald necklace.

               “My Gods,” Madeline breathed out, “this is stunning.”

               “Yes, it is.  It belonged to Liam’s mother.  I think he’d like you wearing it tonight when he makes you his fiancée.  It will remind him of her.”

               Regina took the necklace from the box and placed it around Madeline’s neck, fastening it at the back and smoothing her hair once again.  Apparently satisfied, she leaned down, her voice calm but low near Madeline’s ear.  

“It reminds me of her too.  She didn’t know how to lead either.  She was too sweet, too naïve to last at court and I knew I had to do something to save Cordonia.  She was wearing this when I wrapped my hands around her throat and squeezed the life out of her.  I watched my reflection in her eyes as she died.  It felt wonderful, knowing that I was the last thing that she saw.  So, I hope you remember her tonight when you wear this… and remember what will happen to you if you dare question me again.”

               Regina pressed a kiss to her cheek and stood, walking out of the room silently.  Her hand shaking, Madeline slowly ran her fingertips over the gems and breathed out, surprised by how cold and heavy they had suddenly become.

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Mashton is life though I want more Mashton :( 😂😂

Ok, but seriously Mashton is so underappricated!! 

First off the way they look at each other, they both respect each other so much and Ashton just stares at Michael all the time..I mEAN LOOOK 

AND HIS JAW CLENCHING LIKE THAT LIKE HE WANTS TO RAVISH MIKE

and he just smiles contently when Michael’s being a goof!😅 

But don’t get me wrong Michael looks at Ashton..

I mean we all knew Ashton looked good and Michael’s just stood there admiring him..you can see his heart eyes

This GIF you can literally see Michael’s heart stop..like who looks at someone like that, I want to know what he was thinking😏

They also act like douches together…

Pokemon, gotta catch them all!!!Ok but Michael was holding on to tight omf😂

The ROCK video was Mashton AF!😃 They literally are the oldest and the most wisest (although most of the time I forget that Michael is the second oldest like boy could be 7)

This was at MSG and Ashton literally has his arms so tightly around Mikey and they’re so happy and smiley 

Why so cuddly?

BUT DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE THRUSTING AND GRINDING

Mr.Mikaelson

Prompt: Kol’s business man who likes to ensue in naughty adventure with his assistance.

Pairing Kol x Reader

Warning: Smut, oral(female receiving), sex, curse words

Word Count: 1k

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Aquarium Fun and Cringy Puns


Phil giggled to himself as he was trying not to press his face against the glass. All the jelly fish and aquatic animals brought out the kid in him. All he wanted to do was tap on the glass and watch all the reactions of the sea life.

So far, their trip to Singapore has been amazing, but this, this was the highlight. The blue aesthetic was perfect. Dan even got some Instagram worthy photos, which Phil demanded more credit for the photography skills than what Dan actually gave him.

Throughout the whole trip both boys have been met face to face with a fan at every corner. Expect for today that is. There wasn’t many people at the aquarium. Just a few elderly. Which meant Dan and Phil would be able to be slightly closer to one another than usual.

Soon enough Dan joined Phil at the tank and watched the beautiful animals swim around, after a few minutes of silence. Dan began to laugh. Phil raised and eyebrow and looked over at his boyfriend with a confused look on his face,

“What?” Phil chuckled at Dan’s sudden outburst. Dan shook his head and looked down at the ground, his ravishing smile never leaving his face for even a second,

“It’s nothing, I just thought of something really stupid,” Dan smirked, drawing his attention back into the tank, “Whoa Phil look at that Sting Ray! It’s huge!” Phil rolled his eyes, but still looked at the sea life Dan was gawking over,

“Tell me what you were thinking of Dan. You can’t just randomly laugh and not tell me what it was about,” Phil pouted and crossed his arms. Dan sniggered at him, and reached his hand out and put his hand under Phil’s chin. Forcing him to make eye contact.

Dan’s cheeky grin grew wider and he opened his mouth to speak, “Hey, are you aquatic?” Phil tilted his head, confused; as always when Dan was being, well, Dan

“I don’t get it. I’m-”

"Because you’re looking dol-FINE,” The taller boy interrupted.

Phil stepped back from Dan and chuckled, clutching his stomach because of all the laughter, “Oh my god Dan! That was horrible!” Dan held his hands up defensively,

“Hey! You’re the one who demanded to know what I was thinking of,” Phil looked up at Dan and beamed, “I /SEA/ what you mean!” Dan’s face went red and he covered his blush with his hand,

“Please stop Phil-ugh. It’s only funny when I do it,” Phil chuckled a few more times, and just as he was about to walk over to the next exhibit, he heard Dan speak again,

“Well how can I not say anything? You’re OTTER-ly adorable!” Phil stopped in his tracks and smirked, oh how two could play at this game,

“I bet you’re jellyfish of this booty, Howell,” Instead of Dan becoming all soft and embarrassed like Phil hoped for, Dan immediately moved closer and wrapped an arm around Phil’s waist. He leaned in close to his ear and Phil shivered. This was not the reaction the was expecting out of Dan,

“I am; and I’m definitely getting a piece of your booty when we go back to the hotel room,” Dan purred against Phil’s ear, causing he hair on the back of his neck to stand up. Phil gasped and it was his turn to become embarrassed and blush like mad. However Phil had one more trick up his sleeve.

Phil wiggled himself out of Dan’s grasp with a soft giggle, and started walking out of the large room, he would definitely have the final word, “Well until then, I guess you’re just going to have to /octopi/ yourself,” Dan sighed and followed Phil close behind,

“I honestly hate you,”

there’s a special kind of beauty that’s involved in summer camp. it’s hard to explain, harder to capture on film, impossible to forget.

every single one of my co-counsellors are beautiful. and I don’t say that to be inclusive, although after four years on the counsellor and RA track, that habit’s one probably ingrained into my bones. no, they’re all beautiful, but in the weirdest of ways.

there’s no shaving at camp, at least, so little that when you do shave your legs feel like heavens above, and very little showering. I don’t see make up but the occasional glitter from the art-a-shack smeared over the eye. clothing is mix of camp appropriate clothing and weather dependant gear. by all matters, we are the ridiculously dressed lumberjack-hippy hybrid psychos you peer curiously at on the side of the road.

but every single one of them are beautiful.

they make the stupidest faces, the ones your mother warned about getting frozen in when you were a kid, but also the most ravishing smiles. they wear paint on their face to dinner and bags that weigh ten tonnes under their eyes.

and joy emanates from them in a celestial glow.

the lack of care for dress and the excitement for the little things creates their form of beauty. their indescribable care for others creates more beauty than anything else. and their smiles shine in megawatt tonnes for the simple joy the camp environment brings. they are without a doubt the most beautiful creature I have seen, and it multiplies at camp.

in a place of comfort and insanity, a safe haven from whatever happens on the outside world, this camp fosters a feeling of safety, security, and from that, a development of pure happiness.

there’s a special kind of beauty fostered at camp, and it’s one that develops from simple and pure joy.

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Clint and I have been dating for a couple of months now. I put on a beautiful f/c for our date night.

“How do I look Clint”, I said nervous. He had this mischievous look in his eye. That look was a guilty pleasure of mine.

“Give me a turn real quick Yn”, he replied . I turned slowly. “So … what do you think hon”, I answered smiling. “Ravishing, sexy , and above all Mine”, he said kissing my neck.

Sting like a bee - Round 2

Part 1

Bustling crowds, full of enthusiasm to see the blood sweat and tears of the competitors hasten around you, entering the small arena with zeal and energy. If getting through assemblies of people aren’t enough, then prepping yourself for the somewhat long night of gut-wrenching hits between two individuals is certain to make you ill at ease.

You have never been able to understand the blatant publicity of fights, how people get a thrill out of individuals physically hurting their bodies to gain power. Sure, you’ve cheered your husband on a few times, as a proud, supportive wife is meant to do, but you have never gone to the extent of what others have.

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A Pemberley anniversary

For @radiumkind

The years had passed like the fluttering pages of a well-read novel. There had been adventures, both at home and abroad, mysteries and scandals and disagreements aplenty, but more than anything there had been love. The kind of multi-faceted affection which, like a hardy perennial, was not easily killed. They had together transformed a cold palace in to a home filled with warmth and laughter and learning and as he gazed out across the vast gardens of Pemberely, Vince let out a laugh of both joy and disbelief at the turns his life had taken to bring him to such a point. As a lad, sewing dresses for his sisters an dreaming of all of the fantastical hats he wished to own, Vince had never imagined finding love, or a place where he was wholeheartedly accepted for who he was, let alone a man who had adored him, albeit clumsily, for some thirty years.
The sun was setting across the pretty little woodland that surrounded the estate now, casting long shadows across the lawns but filling the sky with a drunken array of colours. He squinted and was able to make out the figures of Michael Darcy and his companion Dave over by the stables. They had spent the day out on horseback, checking the boundary fences, or so they said, and the sight of them laughing together filled Vince’s heart with warmth.
Across the meadow Mary and Rose were making their own leisurely way back toward the house, sketch pads in hand, talking with enthusiasm, their backs still straight and strides sure after so many years walking the grounds and cataloguing the unique botany of the area. The sound of his dear sister’s laughter floated to him on the breeze and again Vince found his chest filling with such a multitude of emotions that he could barely suppress the desire to dance about the balcony on which he stood. He might have done so too had it not been for the sound of footsteps in the sitting room behind him.
“The Bingleys have arrived,” came the voice like smooth wine. “And Fitzwilliam and Catherine asked where you have been hiding? Is… is everything alright?”
Vince turned to look at the man standing so unassumingly in the centre of their private sitting room. He had aged well, Vince had known he would and, though it had taken nearly a decade, Vince had finally found a way to tailor the man’s clothes to hang properly on his frame, so that he was both comfortable and presentable. He looked dashing, handsome, ravishable, and Vince smiled at him gently, knowing that even after so long he was prone to worry that all of ‘this’ was not enough.
“Howard,” he said, opening his arms to call the man to him, smiling as he did so.
The older man stepped in to the circle of Vince’s embrace and lowering his head until his cheek rested on Vince’s crown and they stood together in the fading light.
“Is everything alright?” Howard whispered. “Are you alright?
“Howard…”
“My love?”
Vince grinned at that, pulling back just enough to look up in to Howard’s eyes.
“My Mr Darcy, everything is perfectly pleasant, more than I ever thought to hope for.”
“Why do you still insist upon calling me that?”
“Because,” Vince smirked, flicking a lock of greying hair from his face, “it still makes you blush, and that brings me as much joy today as it did when we stood in my father’s field so many years ago.”
“Thirty years ago,” Howard nodded, “to be precise.”
“Thirty years,” Vince agreed, “when you gifted me this ring, stood so rugged in the dawnlight, and confessed to me how madly in love with me you were.”
Howard chuckled and squeezed his companion’s hand.
“And now it is twilight, and I love you more, impossible as it seems, my dearest Vince. But come, our friends and family await our entrance. They have come from near and far to celebrate our anniversary-”
“And Jane and Bingley’s of course.”
“Of course,” Howard smiled behind his grey bristles, “and so we must not keep them waiting.”
They walked hand in hand back in to the house, pausing only to close and latch the balcony doors and draw the curtains, as Howard insisted they do in order to retain heat in their rooms and thereby save his poor legs from Vince’s cold feet in the middle of the night. They walked down to the main hall of the great house arm in arm, a tall, slope-shouldered man with untidy grey curls and an unassuming (though well tailored) suit, and a man of smaller stature, though overflowing with life, with magnificent hair and dressed in a cream suit and vest of rose silk in the latest style.
There their friend and family - siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews and great-nieces and nephews - greeted them with the greatest affection, ready to celebrate the day when Jane and Christopher Bingley, and Howard Darcy and Vince Bennet had bid farewell to the world of prejudice and conceit, and set out to carve their own paths.
When the dinner was ended and they were all sat in the main drawing room, talking and laughing by the light of the fire, Vince looked around at the people who had shaped his life and shared with him the adventure that had been his unexpected courtship. In some ways they had changed; they were older certainly, had faced much, endured much, survived much, but in so many ways they were the same, and it pleased him greatly.
There was one face he did not have to search for, however, one person whose position in the room never wavered and, as Vince brought his hands to rest upon the ivory keys he fancied he could feel the shift in the air as Howard, from his chair beside the piano, sat forward in anticipation.