red hair to be coming soon

hugealienpie  asked:

I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.

Ooh, this is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background, what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay” headcanon.

But here is a small fic that is only half based on the above…

Ford double checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played Johanna in Sweeney.

“So, who was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.

“Wicks. But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”

Ford makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.

Ford double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.

“I’ve left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey nicknames, “off the rooming list.”

“Oh, that. Nah, you’re good.” Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re playing up there.”

“Boyfriend?” Ford double-checks.

“Yeah. He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”

“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an entire afternoon’s worth of work.”

“Right,” Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”

“Excuse you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.

Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”

Ford takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming list against the team names. All accept Eric.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!

i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1

mucho love ೃ༄*

sorry some are longer than others i suck

nsfw >.<

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Yoosung

♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in

♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny

♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up

♥ You’ve been edgy ever since

♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere

♥ Finally he listened

♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”

♥ "No.“              

♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up

♥Messy neck kisses

♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties

♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct

♥"I’m so close.”

♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head

♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.

♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you

♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times

Zen

♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree

♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer

♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room

♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him

♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess

♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you

♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with

♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone

♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD

♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered

♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.

Jaehee

♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough*  who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat

♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever

♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand

♥  You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about

♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard

♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is

♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest

♥ Small Jaehee moans

♥Fogged up glasses

♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”

♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed

♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”

♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later

Jumin

♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues

♥ Tonight was one of those nights

♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.

♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval

♥ “What’s wrong?”

♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it

♥ It wasn’t

♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun

♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people

♥ You could feel his glare from across the room

♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.

♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.

♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”  

♥ When your alone Jumin attacks  daddy jumin mode

♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”

♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”

♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist

♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room

♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you

♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away

♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.

♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”

Seven/Luciel/Saeyoung

♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special

♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard

♥ You can’t exactly cook well

♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough

♥ They weren’t

♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs

♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either

♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed

♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend

♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”

♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face

♥ “Really Seven?”

♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war

♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs

♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on

♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die

♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs

♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him

♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in

♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.

V

♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed

♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost

♥You knew just the way to do it

♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy

♥He was reluctant at first

♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“

♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.

♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast

♥Too many kisses to keep up

♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly

♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?

♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him

♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open

♥You hit your head on the desk

♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung

♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.

♥At least the gallery went well1!1!

Saeran

♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA

♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here

♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you

♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.

♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”

♥He was horny and anti social

♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain

♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“

♥Didn’t need to tell him twice

♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you

♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind

♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan

♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess

♥Both your clothes came off at one point

♥Mid make out the door swings open

♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.

♥ “I thought you locked the door!”

♥ “I thought you did!”

♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.

Regret

Shiro never thought he would be that person. A person like that, he had always said, was absolutely awful. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his boyfriend and saying those disgusting words.

“Lance,” He murmurs gently, looking down at his hands quietly which sat limply in his lap. “I… I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I don’t love you anymore.

“I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

The words stabbed through the other man’s chest like a knife, leaving him gently gasping for air. Tears bubbled up in his blue eyes, making Shiro’s heart ache with the want to just reach up and comfort him, to wrap his arms around him and hold him.

But he knew he couldn’t do that, not after what he just said. Not after what he just did. “I.. I had a feeling,” Lance finally spoke, surprising Shiro a bit as he watched the younger man scrub his eyes with his sleeves. “I didn’t want it to be true, but..”

“But?” He pressed before he could stop himself, fighting the urge to scoot closer.

“But I understand. If it will make you happy being with him, then that’s fine. I don’t want to keep you in a relationship that’ll make you miserable, you know?” He gives a dry chuckle, a sob caught in his throat as tears dripped onto his shirt.

He had seen the way Shiro’s gaze slowly lost it’s happy light each time he looked at Lance. He saw the way he gazed at him. Coming in second yet again like this really hurt. But he only wanted Shiro to be happy. It was his fault for getting so attached.

“So go ahead and go after him, okay? I hope he gives you what I couldn’t.”

“Lancey..” It was Shiro’s turn to tear up at his boyfriend’s– no, ex-boyfriend’s– words. He was so mature, handling this so well even though Shiro just broke his heart. His chest ached with emotion as he slowly reached up for Lance’s cheek.

His hand was stopped short as the smaller boy grabbed his wrist gently and shook his head, pushing it away. “That’s… That’s a bad idea. And please don’t call me that anymore. Just Lance o-okay? We can still be friends though, Shiro.”

Hearing this from his once shining blue boy, hearing Lance call him Shiro instead of Takashi, especially ‘Kashi like he used to, hurt more than he was willing to admit. It was too late to take it back. Lance was letting him go after he already had. And now Shiro had the urge to grab back on.

But.. He couldn’t. The rope was already frayed and ruined. Useless.

“Yeah… Yeah, sorry, you’re right.” He nods gently and turns his gaze away slightly to avoid Lance’s teary, red-rimmed blues. He did this to him. It was his fault.

“Well, I’ll get my stuff out then. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” Lance replies with a strained smile, tugging the blanket off his legs and quickly standing to avoid any more awkwardness between them. This was just how things had to be. He knew it was coming eventually.

They always found someone better.


Watching Lance go had to have been the hardest part of it all. Knowing that it was truly over, watching the boy who had brought him so much happiness, watching the boy who had helped him through so much leave without so much as a goodbye was painful.

It wrenched his heart and made his chest ache, made tears start to slip down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying.

But he chose this.

He no longer had feelings for Lance. He fell in love with Keith. He loved Keith, and Keith loved him too.

This was what he wanted.

Wasn’t it?


No, it wasn’t. After a long period of time, a good 6 months into his and Keith’s relationship, he had made his way into a coffee shop, their hands intertwined.

He hadn’t spoken to Lance in 3 months now. They had grown apart after the breakup, and it seemed to go unspoken between them that they both needed to go their separate ways. He was thoroughly over the Cuban boy.

Yet what he saw in that shop made his heart drop to his stomach.

There was Lance, sitting across from a man with long silvery hair, laughing and smiling lightheartedly. The sight of it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

And then there were the hands. Their fingers were laced together upon the table for all to see, placed right next to their coffee cups while they chatted.

‘That’s where my fingers used to fit, right between his.’ He thinks, fighting back wave after wave of emotion. ‘He used to laugh like that with me.’

If Lance had seen them, he made no show of it. He just continued to smile and laugh and joke with this mystery man while Shiro and Keith ordered. And while they sat. And while they drank.

Each moment felt like an hour, sipping on his black coffee. He could still imagine what it was like to listen to Lance give the barista his complicated order, watch her roll her eyes and turn to him, and then order his own black coffee.

Each time it would earn a giggle and a nudge from Lance. ‘Heh, what a simple man.’ He would say before paying for it himself and waiting patiently.

He could imagine the smell as Lance received his double espresso-vanilla-hazelnut-skinny-thing, imagine their fingers intertwined as they just sat together and read books or chatted about the latest.

Things were different with Keith. Keith expected conversation but made no effort to make it. He was gruff and rash, and simple like him. Usually, that’s what made them work. That should make them work. But they still had their falling outs.

They still fought, argued over petty things, sometimes someone ended up on the couch. That was normal.

‘I need to stop thinking about this.’ He tells himself quickly, sipping on his drink while Lance and mystery man got up and left without even a single glance his way. In a sense, it almost… Hurt.

Sure, he had moved on, but seeing Lance happy with someone else hurt. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was just still too fresh in his mind.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself, at least.


In his spare time, Shiro had gained the habit of semi-stalking his ex-boyfriend, checking his pages constantly to see what he was up to. Photos of them together, videos of them together, statuses and bios with each other…

It honestly hurt. He put himself through this pain. For what? He didn’t really know.

Maybe it was punishment for hurting the boy he still loves.

an asshole, nonetheless | s.p

Originally posted by the-red-and-black

◇ Sweet Pea x reader

◇ genre: angst + fluff

◇ words: 1.5k

◇ warnings: cursing, my first time posting on tumblr, generally horrible writing 

•••

“That’s not what I meant, Pea.”

My parents would have a heart attack if I brought you home. Simply a passing comment, maybe less light-hearted than intended, but it had a bad reaction all the same.

“Of course it’s not you meant,” he scoffed sarcastically, leaning back in his chair. He let out a humourless laugh, brushing a hand through his hair. “Of course it’s not. You North Siders have a strange sense of humour, huh, baby?" 

"Don’t turn it into that.” Your eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare do that.”

“Do what?” He was testing your patience now. He leaned forward, across the rickety table that held your school books. His jaw clenched, eyes hard and body stiff. “Say what you’re thinking? ‘Cause I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking—" 

"Shut up.”

“—'Shit, Pea’s figured it out. He knows I’m not joking. He knows I’ll never be able to let him meet my parents because what kind of North Sider wants their daughter to bring home a Serpent?’”

“Shut up!” You slammed the book in your hand down to the table, breathing heavily as though you had run a mile. If Pea wasn’t so angry he would’ve seen the tears brewing in your eyes, but that wasn’t the case. “What’s gotten into you? You - you—" 

"I what?” He growled. “I’m dangerous? I get too angry too quickly? Sorry to tell you, sugar, but that’s who I am, and that’s what you signed up for when you became my girl. None of them North Sider boys could have prepared you.”

You stared at him for a few seconds.

“I’m not your girl,” you muttered spitefully to yourself, furiously blinking as you piled your books on top of each other. Sweet Pea’s brow raised. “Not anymore.”

“Yeah?" 

"Yeah,” you finished. He barely moved as you whipped away whatever tears had escaped and stood tall, your increasing anger only giving you more confidence. “Yeah. I’m not your girl, not anymore, so screw you, Sweet Pea.”

Sweet Pea’s lip curled — somewhere in the back of his mind reminded him that he would regret this dearly, but he was clouded by his anger and pride. “You think I care? Leave, then." 

You sniffled, shouldering your back pack. You didn’t dare meet his eyes, not while your tears flowed down your face and your heart pounded with the reality of what was happening — and then, without a second thought, you stormed out. He heard you apologising distantly to the librarian as you left. 

A strangled grunt echoed through the corner he sat in, his hair pulled taut between his fingers. He had done it again — he had let his anger get the best of him with the one person who mattered the most to him. With furrowed brows and gritted teeth, he pulled his South Side Serpent’s jacket from his chair and slung it onto his body before leaving in as much of a rush as you did.


In all honesty, Sweet Pea knew that you were both doomed to fail from the very beginning. He wouldn’t be surprised if you knew, too. A South Side Serpent and a North Sider? Hell, he had no idea what he was thinking. He hated North Siders — hated their uppity attitudes, their fancy houses, the way they turned their noses up at those who lived on the other side of the tracks. But he didn’t hate you. No, he couldn’t.

You weren’t like the other North Siders. You didn’t look down on him, you didn’t pity him… you supported him. You understood when he told you about the struggle he had faced (and still faced) as a South Sider. You were his little slice of paradise, and he had let you slip between his fingers.

It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t mean what you said, and even if you did, could he blame you? No North Sider wanted their baby girl bringing home a Serpent. Hell, a lot of South Siders didn’t want it either. Maybe it was that truth that got to him, that made him lose his temper. What he wanted for you and what he would get were two different things and even though he knew you could never have a perfect life he didn’t like to be reminded. Fuck, he needed to talk to you.

“Sweet Pea!” A voice calls.

He looks up, plucking the cigarette from his mouth in the process. In the orange glow of streetlights, he could see Fangs and a few other Serpents looking at him — expectant, mischievous, and no doubt looking to him for trouble. “What?" 

"We’re gonna hit up the quarry,” one says, already beginning to climb onto his motorcycle. The bar’s become lukewarm, then, and it’s time for them to move on to the next hot spot of the night. “You’re coming with, right?”

It’s phrased as a question but nobody expects him to answer because they all expect him to say the same thing: yes. 

“Nah.”

Everybody freezes for a second. Fangs looks over his shoulder, face the epitome of disbelief. “You’re not coming? Why?" 

"No, I got shit to do,” Sweet Pea said, eyes narrowing. He didn’t like when people questioned what he said. “Do I have to say it again, dim wit?”

“Alright.” Fangs shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, climbing onto his own bike, just as the others did, before he made up his mind and confirmed what he was about to do.


In your relationship, Sweet Pea tended to be the less emotional one. You couldn’t help it — you cried at everything, be it movies, stubbing your toe, getting too scared… Arguments were the common cause of it, though, which explains just why you were in the position you were in now; eyes bloodshot and tired, passed 1 AM and still awake, playing sad songs on the radio. Part of you thought about what Sweet Pea was doing — whether he was having as hard a time as you were, whether your fight even had an effect on him. The other part of you chastised yourself for even thinking about him.

God, could you ever stop thinking about him? About his stupid hair or his eyes or the way he smelled or how warm his jacket was when he put it around your shoulders. Stupid mundane things that shouldn’t make your heart lurch but did anyway because you loved him and now everything was horrible because of a misunderstanding on both of your parts. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

At first you think that the tapping at your window is just a distance sound — a tree, or a neighbourhood dog, or something other than what it actually is. A few minutes pass, though, and as your annoyance builds and your tiredness decreases, you realise that it’s coming from your window — and like the idiotic protagonist of a 60s Slasher movie, you go closer to investigate.

“P-Pea?” You stuttered in confusion. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, standing beneath your window just like he always did when you would sneak him in. “What are you doing here?" 

"We need to talk,” he called up. He glanced around at the surrounding houses uncomfortably, before readjusting his jacket. “It’s cold as fuck out here, can I come in?" 

"You know the way.” You gestured to the tree outside your window invitingly, before opening your window wider and stepping back. As soon as you were out if sight you were a flustered mess, checking your hair and trying to make your eyes less red. By time he clambered through your window you had made your bed and tidied yourself up. Feeling much too awkward in your own room, you lingered by your bed while Sweet Pea climbed in.

Minutes passed in heavy, awkward silence. You fiddled with your hands, occasionally glancing up at his face, only to avert your eyes when you saw he was already looking at you. Memories of your fight clouded your mind but every time you opened your mouth to speak no words came out. Thus, you were left in silence. That was, until—

“I knew you didn’t mean what you said.”

You looked to him in confusion. 

“I knew that you didn’t mean it,” he sighed, shrugging, “but I still got angry because I knew that it was true—”

“Pea—”

“I don’t want you to sugar coat it,” he interrupted. He pushed off from your desk, making his way to where you stood. “We both know it’s true. I didn’t want to be reminded of what we can’t have because the truth is that I want everything for us. You deserve that — me? Not so much. I’m an asshole.”

“I know,” you breathed. “My asshole, but an asshole nonetheless.”

“And I don’t know how to…” He made a twisted face— “…Express what I’m feeling properly, so don’t kill me. Even talking about it now is hard—”

“I appreciate what you’re doing, Pea,” you whispered, smiling gratefully as you placed your hands on his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girl.” His smirk returned, only growing wider as he dipped his head and let your lips brush. And there he was again: your confident, cocky, asshole of a boyfriend — but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Get Used To It l Shawn Mendes Imagine

a/n: i’m not the biggest fan of the whole friends turned into lovers thing but this came out?? I didn’t give the boyfriend a name or whatever so feel free to picture whoever you want lol, and I know TNHMB is the opening song, I just modified it for the imagine. Anywaysss, hope you enjoy it <3

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) were best friends, until they discover they work out as something more than just that.

Originally posted by fearless-man

“She’s cute.” you said placing your head on your best friend’s shoulder.

You had been the entire day keeping Shawn and the team company as they were shooting the video for Shawn’s latest single. Shawn had invited you to tag along the European leg of the tour and that was an offer you couldn’t decline. You even had the time to spend time with Aaliyah, who was like your little sister, in Barcelona before his show. It had taken time to get your parents’ approval to travel across the ocean to join your best friend, but after some begging from your part and a couple of phone calls from Shawn, they had come around and let you go.

“You think so?” Shawn answered as he checked his phone.

“Yeah, you two would make a cute couple.” you teased him, earning a glare from him.

“You really need to stop trying to find me a girlfriend.” he rolled his eyes.

“I do it because I love you! It’s sad that you always have to come back to me instead of a girl you can kiss or use to satisfy your needs.” you wiggled your eyebrows and this time Shawn groaned in annoyance.

“Remind me why we’re friends again? You are the most annoying human being in the world.”

“Oh, shush. You love me.” you circled your arms around his neck.

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Langst (with a small serving of fluff on the side)

Ok, so here’s a little headcanon that I wrote yesterday as a result of a conversation with @librebananr about season 3 of Voltron and how Lance needs some love. I also want next season to have a snippet of insight into Lance’s family, even just a photo, so the following occurred:

Imagine the really emotional reunion between Pidge and Matt. Everyone is so happy to see the two of them together and Lance shows them both a smile, making Matt laugh with his exaggerated behaviour.

Later whilst everyone’s gathered to hear Matt’s story, Lance is further back in the room just watching the warm scene, but as he feels his cheeks grow wet he has to leave quietly so that no one can notice his tears. So no one can know how hard it is for him.

Except, someone DID notice. They had been keeping an eye on him since hearing the forced tone of his laughs.

Lance finds himself curled up on his bed, his thumb gently stroking the worn sides of the photo. A knock sounds at his door and he jumps, shocked that anyone had left the group. He doesn’t answer, hoping that they’ll think he’s not in, or just asleep, and walk on. He tenses at the sound of the door opening.

Not wanting to speak to anyone, he keeps still, closing his eyes as he tries to keep his breath even, attempting to feign sleep. The person doesn’t make a sound after walking up to his bed, and Lance can feel his heart hammering. Oh god, he can’t cry now! He can feel the fragility of what little strength he has, struggling to hold back his tears. He knows just a few words could shatter it. But the person doesn’t speak.

After a minute or two, he listens as the person sits down beside the bed and feels a heavy weight rest against his back. Rather than weighing him down, or making him feel cramped or confined, the weight of the person’s head is reassuring in its physical presence. It grounds​ him. The warmth he feels from it is probably imagined, considering the layers of clothing separating them, but the feeling is still pleasant.

Lance listens as the person’s breathing starts to even out, soon finding himself growing tired as well. Just before he falls asleep, his curiosity wins out and he glances over his shoulder to identify his silent comforter.

His neck complains as he quickly snaps his head back around, his cheeks starting to burn. It wasn’t the short locks and orange headband of his best friend. Nor was it Coran’s red hair. It wasn’t the short clipped hair of Shiro. Neither was it the soft locks of Pidge. No. What he had seen was black locks of hair… and the mullet was unmistakable… But the thought that HE had come, out of everyone, meant that Lance’s usual hostility was nowhere to be found.

But it felt nice to be understood. Even if it was by Keith.

Especially if it was by Keith.

Fin.


There you go! Sometimes even just knowing someone is supporting you can help, and Keith’s a bit too awkward to initiate any heart-to-heart. Please feel free to request headcanons as they do tend to come quite easily!

jeongguk; 13 hours [1]

❝I wrote over 2800 words of this in the last 3 hours because I’ve been putting this series off since the prologue and I need a nap.  

►3.4k words; not suitable for younger audiences, mafia!jeongguk

► warnings; gore, angst, mental and physical abuse/torture, graphic talk of blood and open wounds. 



Your body jerked from side to side, the small confined space of the trunk limited your breathing immensely; your chest heaved heavily from the lack of oxygen and anxiety that continuously pooled deep in your stomach. Your breathy cries for help were muffled by the dirty rag that acted as a makeshift gag, your feet kicking violently against the hard metal as your wrists turned a heavy shade of red from the thick rope that bound them together.

You felt the car come to a slow stop, a newfound fear installing itself into your very core about what was about to come next. The sound of the soles of shoes hitting the ground echoed throughout your head; your heart beating heavily against your ribcage. It felt as if your ears have been enveloped heavily in cotton, and with no doubt you grew very pale; but you kept your eyes tightly shut as you sought out a ringing in your ears, but still the sound continued as it grew more distinct at each hollow step closer. Keys jingled as the trunk opening leisurely. You felt the cool night air drift through your nostrils and invade your lungs; a sharp contrast from the dusty and ugly trunk ventilation you breathed continuously as a means to stay alive.

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Telephone (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me

Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.

Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING

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You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.

For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.

Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.

“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”

The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.

You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.

“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”

“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”

You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.

Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.

Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.

They all froze to look at the two of you.

“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.

Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.

“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.

“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.

The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.

“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.

You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”

“Well,” she stood.

Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.

“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself  “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”

“And Ethan.” you laughed.

Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”

“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”

❆   ❆   ❆

Everyone got onto their respective sides.

Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.

“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”

“Roger.” the two said in unison.

“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”

“Copy that.”

You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.

“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”

“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.

The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.

You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.

“Mark, no!” you whailed.

Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.

“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.

“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.

You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.

“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.

“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”

“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.

Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.

❆   ❆   ❆

Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.

One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.

“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.

“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”

You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”

“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”

You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.

At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.

Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.

It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.

“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”

Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”

The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.

Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.

“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.

“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.

❆   ❆   ❆

The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.

You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.

“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.

“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.

Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.

Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.

“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”

Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.

“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.

“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.

He closed to door softly behind him.

“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.

You looked at him and chuckled.

“as long as you are holding the other one.”

You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.

Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.

Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.

“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.

Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.

“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.

You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.

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(A/n): THIS COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE I AM IMPRESSED

Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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stronger ❖ jongin

When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother.


(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

fluff, angst, dad!jongin au, ceo!jongin, daddy tbh, smut (in future), age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet

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You entered the kindergarten without even taking off your shoes, the smell of milk powder and disinfectant all over the place, the mix of a comforting smell and a very strong one made your head spin a little. Or maybe it was because you entered the place so quickly, making your body shock from the difference of temperature.

Y/N?❞ the lady at the desk questioned putting her thin glasses over her nose. You turned around quickly, your hair falling everywhere over your back.

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my sister, really?

You and Tom have been seeing each other behind your brothers, Harrison’s back since you were afraid of how he’d react. And it turns out worse then expected when he catches you two in a heated make out session in Tom’s pool.

author’s note: finally wrote a Tom imagine yayayayay also i have major Bucky feels rn so i might write something about him idk idk.

warnings: really bad writing and intense make out session with a shirtless and very wet Tom!!!!!

Originally posted by buckybcrns


Sneaking in and out of your own home had become a recurring thing for you as any time you were able to spend with your boyfriend Tom, you happily accepted even though it most often was in the late hours of the night.

He couldn’t come to your place since what was he going to tell Harrison? “Oh hey best friend it’s just me coming over to do your baby sister!” no, just no.

So as you lightly knocked on Tom’s front door, you took one glance around making sure your brother hadn’t caught you sneaking out and had followed you, something you always did when you snuck to Tom’s.

The door soon swung open revealing a very shirtless Tom. He had water droplets dripping down his chest and his hair was pushed back with the water he was covered in.

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked your boyfriend up and down. His red swimming trunks hugging every place of his legs perfectly. “Take a picture it’ll last longer” Tom teased, snapping you out of your daze as he pulled you inside.

“You brought your bikini?” he asked trapping you in between his body and the white wall that stood between the hall and the kitchen. “Yup the black one like you asked me to” you smiled biting your lower lip lightly, something you knew drove him crazy.

“Get changed and meet me in the pool” Tom winked pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder before pushing himself back and walking out the glass doors that lead out into the back garden where his rather large pool was placed.

You chuckled before jogging towards his bathroom where you removed all clothing you had on and replaced it with the black bikini Tom had specifically asked you to bring.

You looked at your self in the mirror adjusting your bikini and hair before you made your way towards his back garden.

Your eyebrows pulled in as you saw no sign of Tom being there “Tom?” you called out the confusion evident in your voice as you let your hands slip from the door and your feet carry you to the edge of the pool.

Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your waist and you were thrown into the pool. The surprisingly cold water submerging you as you closed your eyes and held your nose.

You shrieked as you swam back up to the surface pushing your hair back with both your arms, you playfully hit Tom in the chest and scolded him for what he had just done “you’re so annoying” you whined whilst Tom swam toward you putting both hands on your waist as he lifted you ever so slightly only to have you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’m sorry doll, just couldn’t help myself” he chuckled against your neck his breath tickling you as his hands tightened around your waist, “you look amazing by the way” you giggled at his comment as you buried your head in his neck hiding the obvious blush that rose to your cheeks.

Tom’s hands wondered down to your ass where he tighten his grip causing you to look back up at him “Tom wha-” he cut you off as his lips found yours in a desperate and needy kiss.

You moaned slightly as Tom’s tongue dipped into your mouth, your hands ran through his brown locks and his moved up to untie your bikini strap, but before he could a loud voice boomed from the glass door that voice belonging to none other than your brother.

You froze pulling back from Tom, he shared the same exact expression you held, complete and utter terror. You got of Tom slowly turning around to face your brother.

“Hey bro” you chuckled awkwardly “this isn’t-” you tried to make the situation less awkward but it was like you couldn’t form a prober sentence “it’s not it’s really not” Tom tried to finish for you Harrison’s face remaining emotionless.

“Tom may i have a word please” Harrison said calmly, to calmly terrifying both you and Tom. “Of course, bud” the words rolled awkwardly off of Tom’s lips as he pushed himself up out of the pool and walked with Harrison into the house.

“Well fuck” you sighed getting out of the warm water, you grabbed a white towel that had been laying on one of the chairs that were out in the garden and wrapped it around yourself before walking into the house where your brothers angry yells could be heard bellowing from Tom’s bedroom.

You slowly opened the door and walked in laying a hand on your brothers shoulder in an attempt for him to stop yelling, and he did before he turned around and started yelling at you that is.

“Harrison calm down!” you said your voice now matching the volume of his “I’m nineteen Harrison! And I can do what I want with whoever I want I love Tom! so please don’t ruin this for me like you always ruin everything else!”

Harrison’s face softened at your words whilst Tom’s eyes went wide realizing that was the first time you had ever told him that you loved him.

“I’m gonna get dressed” you said dryly hurrying out of the room before anyone could say anything making the already awkward situation even more uncomfortable.

Babygirl (feels like heaven)

summary: honestly it’s just porn without a plot

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1786 (oops!)

warnings: smut, oral (male & female receiving), fingering, chris calling you babygirl (aka all of my wet dreams in one fic)

a/n: i regret nothing

Originally posted by insane-angels

A giggle passes your lips as the rugged scruff of Chris’ beard brushes against the flesh of your thigh, the little giggle of God is quickly replaced by the sound of a shameless soft moan tumbling from your blood thirsty red lips. You’re surprised the sanguine colour of your lipstick hasn’t faded yet from all the time your lips have spent pressed against Chris’ soft lips or the naked crevice of his neck. There are a few traces of your earlier activities in the form of a harsh purple bruise starting to form on his neck.

But now Chris’ lips are wrapped around your sensitive clit, his hands roughly pulling your thighs apart to gain better access to your sweet nectar that Chris has become enamoured with. It’s his favourite thing to do: to fall to his knees, coax your legs open and drink up your addictive juices. He groans at your taste falling in love with it all over again; he lets out another groan before sinking his head slightly and attacking you mercilessly with his tongue. You don’t know what to do but what feels most natural is the series of panted high pitched moans that fall from your lips at the ecstasy of Chris’ actions.

Chris’ lips whisper over you as your hands harshly grab his hair pulling him closer to you and allowing him to get a greater taste of you. Your back arches like a cat and your hips jut forward involuntarily into Chris’ warm mouth, a scream of passion tears itself from your throat at the sensation. Chris is closer to you than ever and it feels like heaven.

Your sweet and soft moans are like music to Chris’ ears, a symphony for him and him only. He goes faster, his actions on your clit growing more ravenous with each moan of pleasure that leaves your lips. Soon he has no control, he can’t help himself not with the way you’re bucking your hips into his mouth allowing him to suckle at your bundle of nerves closer than ever. Waves of pleasure take you over as Chris sneaks two fingers down to your entrance, he groans into your pussy at the sound of his fingers hitting the vast wetness as well as how hard you tug at his hair (it’s longer than usual and the noises he makes when you tug and pull at it are positively filthy).

Your tugs at his hair become half-hearted as Chris slips a third finger in your puckered hole causing you to let out a string of whimpers. He’s practically vicious with his actions, his tongue ravaging your clit as he thrusts his three fingers at a speed you can only describe as inhumane. Your legs begin to quiver as he continues his actions and you know the feeling washing over you too well, Chris knows it too and doesn’t hinder his movements but rather only quickens the pace causing whimpers, moans and screams to tumble from your lips. You try to bite your lip to muffle your screams but your efforts are all in vain because a high pitched scream escapes your lips as Chris’ action become too much.

You come heavy and hard (just the way Chris loves), you’re now a panting moaning mess and Chris has to lift his head his eyes locked on you because he loves the blissed look on your face as you come down from your high as much as eating you out. Chris smirks at you as your eyes lock with his before he sinks back down, his head back where it belongs – in between your legs. He licks you clean making you whimper softly as he tastes you in all of your glory.

When he pulls back he looks like a cat who got his cream, you look down at him through hooded eyes as you try to keep to calm down. “You taste delicious babygirl, absolutely sinful,” Chris says as he pulls his fingers from you and licks them clean all whilst maintaining his satisfied grin.

You don’t reply and Chris chuckles darkly. “You got some more in you babygirl?” Chris asks and you nod feverishly wanting nothing more than to get to the part of the evening you love the most. As much as you enjoyed him eating you out, the feeling of him inside of you was the best part.

“I bet you do. You’re a dirty little thing, you know that babygirl?” He says and you nod again a small smile on your lips.

“Only for you.” You reply with a smirk matching that of the one on Chris’ face.

“Good,” Chris replies before rising to his knees tugging on his boxers till his cock springs free from its confines, he pulls his boxers off expertly before discarding both his boxers and his shirt on the floor.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock and before you know it you’re leaning forward licking a broad stripe along the base of Chris’s cock, he groans as sinful as you taste at your actions. This urges you on, taking the tip into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks, Chris wants to stop you, to tell you ‘no’ but then your hands are cupping his balls and suddenly the words are stuck in his throat. His hands come down as he threads his fingers through your hair pulling slightly bringing you even closer to his cock and allowing you to devour him just like he devoured you only seconds ago. It’s different with Chris however because soon enough he’s tugging on your hair pulling you off his cock making you pout up at him like a small child.

“No pouting babygirl or I’ll have to turn that pretty ass of yours red.” He says with a devilish smirk that makes you moan softly.

“Please do.” You reply with your own smirk and before you can even register what is happening, Chris has picked you up so that you’re on all fours and his hand is coming down hard on your ass. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t loving every second of it. A loud moan tears itself from your mouth as Chris spanks your ass so hard you’re sure you’ll be left with the imprints of his hands on your ass for at least a week.

“You like that babygirl? I bet you do.” Chris says smirking to himself before his palm hits your ass cheek igniting moans and whimpers from you. He groans at the sight because he loves to mark you more than anything, it doesn’t matter where but as long as you’re wearing his mark or giving him one of the best blow jobs of his life he’s a happy man.

Chris looks at you once more before deciding that he can’t go any longer without being inside of you. He takes his member in hand guiding it into your entrance, you moan at the feeling, the fullness of having inside of you as your walls contract around his pulsing member. Chris groans too loving the way you adjust to him in just a matter of seconds, you turn your head around at look at him and he sends you a wink before he thrusts into you for the first time and it’s as glorious as it always is.

One of his hands reaches up into your hair pulling into a makeshift pony tail whilst the other pins down your wrist behind your back. He drives into you with full force as if he’s a dog in a rut and you’re in heat, you sound you like you are -  the noises leaving your mouth are pure sin (Chris’ favourite). You clutch at the bed sheets in vain not knowing what do with yourself as Chris fucks you with an animalistic need, he groans each time his cock plunges deep within you so hard eliciting screams from you.

“Fuck!” Chris says through gritted teeth finding it increasingly hard to restraining from fucking you into the mattress, with you he found that he lacked self-control one dirty look and he’d have you on all fours fucking you like it was the only thing he knew.

“I need something.” You manage to gasp out between moans.

“I’ll give you anything.” Chris groans out before he drives into you making you practically scream at the feeling.

“Fuck the shit out of me.” Chris laughs wickedly at your words before removing his hands and placing them on your waist with a death grip, more marks he thinks with a smirk that only the devil would possess.

Chris fucks you hard and fast just like you wanted, he’s rutting against you like an animal and he can’t stop until he feels your walls clamp down over his cock and you come around his cock spilling deliciously filthy words as you do. It happens when he pulls you up his chin leaning on your shoulder and one hand on your neck squeezing as he pulls you down onto his cock matching his thrusts. You moan and scream so hard your voice becomes hoarse and all you wanna do is fall back onto the bed but Chris is holding you up fucking you so hard you’re sure you can see stars. Your hand reaches up and slivers around his neck as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear making you shiver at the frigid touch.

“You gonna come babygirl?” Chris whispers in your ear and you nod knowing you can’t trust yourself to speak not with the moans and whimpers that are wrecking your voice as you feel Chris’ balls smack against your ass. He’s so deep and the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good. Let me feel it, baby, come all over my cock.” Chris says almost demands and you can’t hold it back anymore, warmth floods your body you swear that you can see a white light. Having Sex with Chris really is like dying and going to Heaven.

He comes just watching you, the sounds and the blissed look on your face are truly intoxicating and before he knows it he’s in the same state as you are. As he comes his lips find yours as he kisses you with the same passion as a blazing fire.

When he pulls back he says barely above a whisper, “God I love you so fucking much babygirl.”

Growing Pains II

Thank you so much for all your positive feed back guys! here is the very much anticipated Part 2 of my mini series Growing Pains

special shout outs go to @hcrrystvles for editing! also @mizpahes and @instaharry for moral support and inspo ideas 

masterlist   (i.)

dad!harry teacher!harry uni!harry

warnings: super fucking cute fluff, my heart hurts omg

word count: 3,013


The school yard transformed just as the sun went down. It was still full of children as it was during the day, but there was a different whimsical feeling in the air. Maybe it was because all the students were at a school event in which they weren’t faced with the stresses of school itself. Regardless of what it was about it, the celebration had kicked off. All the students from kindergarten to year 6 were invited along with their friends and family to come down, have a burger, have some ice pops, and have a bit of a dance on the blacktop while the DJ blasted music across the premises. Some of the teachers were asked to help with grilling for a portion of the night and of course, Harry agreed. It was meant to be a fundraiser for the school, but also a way to get the kids excited to be back in school for the year.

Naturally, anything that had to do with getting kids excited to learn, Harry was all about. He lived for the moments when kids would look at him in shock when he told them one of his fact of the day, for when they read something on their worksheets that inspired them and the times they’d be reading a book and would come back the next day to tell him all about how cool it was. Being a teacher was Harry’s calling, much like being a father was.

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Far from done

LOOK AT THAT. I’M BACK. WITH A FIC. THIS IS CRAP. AND SHORT. BUT MY MENTAL HEALTH. IS OUT OF CONTROL. BUT THIS IS SOMETHING. ENJOY.

Prompt:  Okay,,, but like,,, Dan and he’s being vvv overstimulated, and he’s just making little noises,,, and he like tries to close his legs,, but like, Phil just opens them back up, and is like “Danny,we’re far from done” and dan is just like,,, whimpering and just ahhh (by anon)        also idk i changed it a lil and added some like aftercare n shit bc i felt like it

This is smut with overstimulation but also there’s fluff at the end. It’s all consensual, bc u know what my biggest kink is? Consent. 

A/N: Hahaha I feel like shit bc I’m taking so long with my fics and I have about two that i’m working on atm but I just can’t seem to finish any bc i’m a failure yay.. please be patient, i’ll write more soon, but my mental health is acting up real bad. (oh look there’s no daddy kink here is this me?)

784 words, it’s short i know

Dan was currently laying on the bed, thoroughly fucked out and whimpering. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. It had started out like any other time, at the beginning just kissing a bit and then things took their course, but after they had both come down from their orgasms, Phil had just said one thing. “Remember. Safeword is red, got it?”. Dan had nodded before his hands were brought over his head and tied to the bedframe.

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Black Milk

mafia!Taehyung x Reader ft. Jungkook

If I don’t love you right in this life,
find me in the next.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, jealousy

A/N: I wanna thank all the people that wrote those nice things on my hiatus post, because I didn’t get to reply to them. Especially @kittymewmewxx, I saved your messages in my inbox and will be rereading them forever and ever. This is for you.
*****the keep reading button doesn’t show up on mobile, so it looks as if there’s no text. So just go to my blog’s description and you’ll find the story there. None of these pictures are mine, credits too the owners.


He is driving you somewhere – you don’t know where, but that’s the part of it. The night has already descended onto the city and everything is black, except for the occasional streetlights, which hurt your eyes as they flash by.

His breathing is calm – his thighs spread apart, almost in a vulgar way, strong muscles clenching as he steps on the pedal and accelerates. 

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What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?

Word Count: 3819

A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated

There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!

You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.

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That Dumb Idea

Requested By: @yoyococo18

Based off a prompt list linked here

#7 “I have a dumb idea!” “I love dumb ideas!” #11 “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!” and #12 “Whoa what happened while I was gone.”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: You and Zendaya had gotten invited over to Tom’s house, he was throwing his first “party.” You both arrive, a decent amount of people there and end up loosing Zendaya, but find Harrison instead, making the party ten times more exciting.

Warnings: It’s really cute, slight swearing, mention of drinking, skinny dipping????

Word Count: 2,783

A/N: AHHHH first Harrison imagine and it’s for my bff so I hope you enjoy ilysm!!!

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“Hey Y/N, did you get a text from Tom too?” Zendaya spoke over the phone, her voice echoing throughout your house.

You had just woken up, you were currently doing your makeup, you know the usual girly things.

“Yeah, something about him throwing a party?” You laughed, blending the eyeshadow on your eyelid.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking, he’s never thrown one before, but I’m intrigued to see how it goes, care to join me?” She asked in an amused tone, making you stop blending and think for a moment.

“You know what, sure, why not, lets see what he’s got, it’s not like he could throw one better than us.” You joked, making Zendaya laugh, causing you to laugh along with her.

Zendaya was your best friend, you both met on the set of Spider-Man Homecoming and instantly clicked, just like Tom did with Jacob.

However, Tom already had a best friend, who also was kind of his assistant, and that would be the famous Harrison Osterfield.

“I’m pretty positive Harrison will be there tooooooo.” She teased, making you scoff as you applied your mascara.

“I wouldn’t doubt it, they’re best friends Z.” You replied, this time making her scoff, which you weren’t going to lie, made you feel good in a way.

Ever since the filming of Spider-Man Homecoming, you started to have a thing for Harrison, you weren’t really sure at the time what it was exactly, but apparently to Zendaya it was obvious that you liked him.

“I’m just saying that maybe at the party this could be your chance to you know..” She trailed off, making your eyes widen and a laugh to escape your lips.

“ZENDAYA!” You screeched, making her laugh loudly, as you laughed along with her.

“I’m just saying!” She laughed, making you shake your head, even though she couldn’t see you, Zendaya had a good idea of what you were doing.

“I’m not sure if he even would feel the same, I mean he’s like Tom, they could get whoever they wanted, why would he want someone like me?” You questioned, applying foundation onto your face, before blending it in with your beat up beauty blender.

“Y/N, please, you’re gorgeous, he would be an actual dumbass not to want you.” Zendaya spoke seriously, making you sigh and shrug into the mirror, looking at your reflection.

“I don’t know Z, I just don’t see it ever happening.” You pressed the powder onto your face, locking in your foundation before adding the last few steps, before spraying your face with setting spray and spraying some perfume.

“I will take this challenge, and I will win.” Zendaya declared, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

“Alright Z, we’ll see.” You smiled into the phone, as you put your shoes and glasses on, grabbing your wallet.

“I’ll pick you up around seven thirty, so be ready, love you boo!” She spoke excitedly into the phone, making you laugh as you responded with an ’I love you too boo, bye!’ before hanging up and going on about your day.

You went out and got a smoothie and a bagel, before shopping for an outfit for tonight’s party, you wanted to look good.

You ended up getting a nice pair of jeans and a crop top, you knew it was a basic outfit everyone wore, but you couldn’t help but fall in love with it.

You then continued on with your day, buying some groceries since you were out, before heading home and getting ready for the party.

You decided to shower before the party, then put on your new outfit you had just bought, a smile on your face as you saw how it all looked on you.

You weren’t going to lie, you looked good.

You then did your hair, deciding to give it some volume by curling it, then touched up your makeup a bit.

You felt your phone vibrate, letting you know Zendaya was here, before you rushed down to meet her.

“Y/N! Damn you look like a million bucks!” She smiled widely, making you wave your hand, dismissing her comment, laughing.

“Thanks Z, you look amazing yourself!” You complimented, making her twirl and laugh.

She wore a vibrant red dress, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.

“Alright, lets blow this popsicle stand.“ She shouted, making you cheer along with her.

It took a good thirty minutes to get there, traffic being a pain, but you both soon arrived, the sound of music erupting from the house, along with chatter from people.

“You think he invited enough people?” You joked, making Zendaya laugh and loop her arm with yours, before walking up to the door, opening it and entering, seeing lots of people scattered everywhere.

“Wow, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but we’d still do better.” Zendaya smirked, making you laugh and nod your head in agreement.

You both walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink and sampling a few snacks along the way, observing all the people around you.

Your eyes soon spotted Jacob, a smile forming on your face as you waved to him, making him rush over in excitement.

“Y/N! Z!” Jacob cheered, making you both laugh and hug him.

“Hey, what’s up?” Zendaya asked, taking a sip of her drink from her red solo cup.

“Not much, Tom’s party is kind of lame, I like yours better honestly.” Jacob admitted, making you both cheer and laugh.

“I knew we threw better parties, Tom just can’t beat us.” You dramatically flipped your hair over your shoulder, making Jacob laugh.

“But since you both are here, come with me so Tom and Harrison can talk with you guys too.” Jacob smiled, making your stomach tighten up a bit, you gave Zendaya a look, but she gave you one in return.

Jacob lead you across the house, out to the backyard where Tom and Harrison were talking to a few other people.

Jacob called out to them, catching their attention, smiles forming on their faces.

“Hey! You guys came!” Tom grinned, walking up to the three of you, Harrison following behind.

“Yeah, but it’s lame Holland, you tried to beat us, you failed.” Zendaya smirked, taking another sip of her drink as Tom gasped, placing a hand on his chest.

“I am offended.” Tom declared, looking between the both of you.

“Jacob even admitted it to us.” You teased, making Tom’s eyes widen, looking at his friend.

“What! Jacob!” Tom shrieked, making Jacob laugh and rush off, Tom following after him.

“I’ll go after them to make sure Tom doesn’t kill him.” Zendaya smirked, winking at you as you pleaded she wouldn’t leave you alone with Harrison.

But she did.

You then decided to down your drink, it was going to be a long night if that was the case.

“Hey Y/N, enjoying the party?” Harrison asked, his drink in his hand as he looked over your outfit, making you blush slightly.

“Eh, it’s alright, but it’s better now that you’re here.” You shrugged, the alcohol starting to kick in.

“I can agree on that one.” Harrison winked, making you giggle, which Harrison loved.

You both eventually sat on the edge of the pool, your feet in the water, drinks by your side the both of you just talked.

People had slowly merged to go inside, Tom was apparently doing Karaoke with Jacob, which was horrible.

“Oh my god, you’ll never guess what I just thought of!” You squealed, making Harrison laugh, turning his head to look at you.

You were clearly buzzed by this point, and so was Harrison, mainly why you both were so open with each other.

“Spill.” Harrison grinned, making you smirk and turn to look at him.

I have a dumb idea!” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows making Harrison laugh.

I love dumb ideas!” Harrison cheered, raising his cup into the air, before taking a sip of it.

You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison, he knew you were up to something.

“Well you see, this dumb idea, it involves us,” You giggled, setting your cup on the ground, turning to face Harrison completely, “We’re going to go skinny dipping!” You smirked, watching Harrison’s eyes widen at your words.

“A-Are you sure?” Harrison stammered, unsure if this was the best idea, but you nodded rapidly, the smile never leaving your face.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, and what better person to do it with than you?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Alright then, lets do this.” Harrison grinned, pulling his shirt off, then his pants, as you did the same, until you both were completely in the nude.

“Now lets pray we don’t get caught, but that makes it even more of a thrill.” You laughed, before grabbing his hand, the both of you jumping into the pool.

You both returned to the surface, smiles on your face as laughter erupted from the both of you, you’d never been so happy in your life, and from what you could tell, neither had Harrison.

“Cheers to skinny dipping!” You shouted, as did Harrison, clinking your cups together before taking a drink.

You turned around to set the cups back on the concrete, only to be turned back around by Harrison, being trapped between his arms, your back pressing against the side of the pool.

You both looked at each other, emotions clear of how you both felt about each other, you didn’t need to use words, you both already knew.

In a matter of seconds you went from laughing and having fun, then to Harrison having his hands in your hair as yours were wrapped around his neck, your lips locked together.

You didn’t know how long you two had been making out for, you felt as if time had stopped.

You had even forgotten you both were completely nude, in the pool, at Tom’s house.

You both didn’t even heard the door open, that is until you heard someone clear their throat, startling the two of you.

“Oh my god, guys really? I know I told you to get some Y/N, but I didn’t mean in the pool!” Zendaya laughed, but was serious at the same time, her eyes wide at the scene in front of her.

You both hide behind the wall, both your faces flustered, but you both couldn’t help but laugh.

You heard Zendaya let out a gasp, finally noticing both of your clothes scattered along the pool, her eyes widening even bigger if that was possible, her mouth hanging open slightly.

She turned around, noticing Tom was on his way out to the pool, making her spin back around quickly.

Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!” She shouted, making both of your eyes widen as you both quickly scrambled out of the pool, doing your best to dry off, before putting your clothes back on.

You both rushed to get everything on before the back door opened, Tom walking out along with Jacob, who looked around skeptically.

Whoa, what happened while I was gone?” Tom questioned, noticing how you and Harrison were soaking wet, while Zendaya looked stressed as hell, unable to believe you both clothed yourselves that fast.

“U-Uh, nothing?” You questioned, glancing at Harrison who nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, w-what she said, nothing.” Harrison shrugged, watching Tom and Jacob to see if they’d believe them.

“Why are you guys soaking wet? Did you go in your clothes?” Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow, making Zendaya laugh, which resulted in you and Harrison both glaring at her.

“No, something definitely happened here.” Jacob nodded, looking between the three of you.

“Guys can I just tell them? Please!” Zendaya pleaded, but you both shook your head no.

“Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell happened?” Tom groaned, looking at his best friend then at you.

“If we tell you, promise you won’t kill us?” Harrison questioned, making Tom narrow his eyes.

“What did you two do?” He noticed Zendaya start laughing again, making his stomach churn.

“You see, it’s a funny story actually, uhm, well, you see…” Harrison stammered, looking at his feet, while you were biting your lip hard.

“They went skinny dipping!” Zendaya blurted out, making Tom and Jacob’s eyes widen, looking at the both of you in shock.

“Oh come on!” Tom shouted, covering his face in his hands as Jacob busted out laughing.

“It was the heat of the moment! We had a little too much and well, things escalated!” Harrison tried to explain, but Tom was already muttering curse words.

“If it helps, we realized we both really like each other.” You commented, laughing slightly as Harrison wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Dude I’ve never felt more alive, especially when we kissed, it was so good.” Harrison grinned, making your cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Oh gross, shut up, I don’t need to hear anymore, I don’t want to know anymore, I just know I need to drain my pool now and get it cleaned instantly.” Tom whined, glaring at the both of you playfully before going back inside.

Jacob followed after, still laughing along with Zendaya, while you both stayed outside.

“I really like you Harrison.” You smiled, making his heart melt, he’d fallen for you since the first day you arrived on set.

“Trust me Y/N, I really like you too.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing his lips against yours.

You both stood outside for a bit, just kissing, while everyone else inside was dancing and singing.

You eventually pulled away, resting your forehead against his, smiles resting on both of your faces.

“Round two?” Harrison grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully, but nod in response.

You both started walking to the pool when the back door flew open, revealing an out of breath Tom.

“NO, NO ROUND TWO!”

I am posting this video for those who feel a little disheartened, and are losing their faith, after watching the scene between Jon and D. in 7.06, and for those who are going to feel, even more disheartened, by the scene we’ve yet to see in 7.07.

I find it hilarious, how Kit said this sentence with such innocence, and yet it came out so, so wrong, and he only realizesd how wrong it sounded, only half a second, after, the sentence had already come out his mouth, bless his heart. 😂 

“I’d like to put myself into a wolf“, which absolutely, everyone, in that room took as, “I’d like to put my “sword” into a “wolf”. 😏🤣

Now, this “misinterpretation”, led to Dan giving us such a sweet Easter Egg 🙃 Pay attention to what Dan B. Weiss replies to what Kit said, “l’ve got two
words for you, Season 6, Season 6.“, and what happened in season 6? Yep, you guessed it, Jon and Sansa reunited.

And well, we all know, how their scenes were filmed/directed from then and onwards. Tender forehead kisses, lingering looks, lip staring contests, sweet touches, sweet head caressing, sweet hand grabbing/holding, just sweetness, so much sweetness between the two of them, scenes in cadle lit rooms, fighting, and then heavily panting because of it, literally like a married couple, Jon cloaking Sansa into his old cloak, Sansa cloaking Jon into a Stark cloak, made by her, one that looks just like the one, Ned, used to wear, and that he wears almost at all times.

We got, “I’ll never let him TOUCH you again. I’ll protect you, I promise. *almost punches Ramsay to death.”, and “TOUCH my sister and I’ll kill you myself. *almost chokes LF to death*“, and “Does she miss me terribly? *silence and death stare from Jon*”, and “What you did for her, is the ONLY reason I’m not killing you.”, and “You’re as far from Joffrey as ANYONE I’ve ever met.”, and the list can go on, and on.

My fellow Jonsa shippers, Dan B. Weiss, LITERALLY, confirmed Jonsa, by telling us, that Jon will make love to/put himself into a wolf, and that it’ll all start in season 6. The “wolf” is not Arya, for obvious reasons, so that leaves us with Sansa.

I just want to add that this was filmed before even season 5 aired. D&D planned
Jonsa to happen a long time ago, it was not a decision of the moment. I read somewhere that they had planned since season 2, to marry Sansa to Ramsay, and then reunite her with Jon in season 6. They made all the changes, so that they’d reunite as soon as possible, to build their relashionship up, to subtly build them up for romance. Also, I read that early on, Sophie asked why she needed to dye her hair red, and that she was told, her having red hair is, very, important for the plot/story, and well, we all know Jon likes redheads, so there ya go. 

Have faith, and patience, sweetlings, Jonsa is Coming.

“Scratch a bit at the thin topsoil of Irish Catholicism,” the saying goes, “and you soon come to the solid bedrock of Irish paganism.”… paganism and Catholicism in Ireland are joined twins that can not be separated. They are not opposites, as archaeologist Proinsias MacCana has pointed out, for in Ireland pagan ways and beliefs formed an “extraordinary symbiosis.” …paganism and Christianity in Ireland need each other to live.
—  Patricia Monaghan, The Red-Haired Girl from the Bog: The Landscape of Celtic Myth and Spirit