she was stuttering so much

omega hux au where he’s unknowingly pregnant when alpha kylo turns back to the light and leaves him and he gives birth to their baby boy and raises him on his own

four years later and hux & his son are captured by the resistance, and ben senses something is off as soon as hux disembarks the shuttle with a small boy held in his arms whilst the surrounding resistance fighters point their blasters at them

ben gets permission from his mother to sit and talk to hux, who refuses to acknowledge ben’s relation to the boy, arguing that kylo ren is his father and was killed by ben and that’s what he’s been telling his son

but the boy, in ben’s presence, tells his mother than ‘that man looks like papa’ and hux just hugs him tightly and tells ben to get out

ben doesn’t know what to do; it’s the first time he’s been conflicted since he forced himself to forget hux when he broke their bond when he left the dark side behind

even leia doesn’t know which path to take, because the boy, bless his innocence, looks so much like ben did when he was younger, with his messy brown hair and big wonder-filled eyes, but hux is a war criminal

so, take the boy, give him to ben to raise and lock hux up for his crimes? or allow ben to take hux and his child somewhere safe where no one will ever find them and let them live in peace but potentially lose ben too?

but one night, when hux takes ill and passes out and ben feels his son calling out to him for help through the Force, and ben holds his son for the first time whilst watching vigilantly over hux in the medbay, he knows what he wants; he wants his family back, he wants hux, and he’ll do anything to revive kylo ren

Marinette and Chat Noir DO NOT put their crushes on pedestals.

Okay, so the majority of the fandom believes that Marinette idolizes Adrien / sees him as a god and Chat Noir sees Ladybug as a goddess and places her on a high pedestal, correct?
This is simply wrong.
Yes, Marinette gushes over Adrien quite often and has called him perfect once or twice but if you really analyze their relationship, is the conclusion that she really does see him as perfect correct?
Marinette is anything but shallow. She did not fall in love with this kid for looks, or money. She fell in love with this kid for his kindness and his insecurities.
Lets take a look at the origins, shall we?
Marinette was absolutely FURIOUS at Adrien for supposedly “putting gum on her seat”. She didn’t care that he was the son of her idol. She held that grudge until the end of the episode. What happens next?
Adrien reveals his insecurities to her and opens up to her. She knows he’s insecure and awkward. She does not place him on a pedestal. She falls in love because she understands that he is a human and he has insecurities but still opened up and showed his kindness to her.
Now one might question: Why does she stutter so much around him?
We are all different. Marinette is insecure, but she does not see Adrien as some untouchable, impossible goal. She does not know how to convey her feelings properly. We see her character development throughout the season when her and Adrien become pretty close and she can hold conversations with him without stuttering or running away. In fact, if anything, it’s Adrien that puts Marinette on a pedestal. Class president, friends with everybody, plays video games like a goddamn boss, and incredibly sweet. This is displayed in the Gamer when he looks are her in awe and says “You’re awesome Marinette, you don’t need me,” and shys away with insecurity, yet another example of how he has displayed his insecurities to Marinette, and she tries to reassure him that he’s also very good. Along with that, there’s also his interactions with Ladybug. She knows he’s lonely. She knows his mom is missing. His life isn’t perfect. Marinette knows he’s isolated and sad.

On to Chat Noir.

Chat Noir is extremely aware that Ladybug is not perfect. He knows she’s clumsy, insecure, brash, and can easily get jealous. These are all characteristics articulated from her in the Origins and sprinkled around in the rest of the season. And guess what? Even after he saw her tumble, doubt herself, and charge at this unknown monster, he still falls in love. That says a lot.
Chat Noir does not need a lot of explaining because it’s somewhat easy to analyze him but the majority of this fandom believes that Marinette placed Adrien on this high pedestal and that just isn’t right. Maybe she’s still insecure about herself not being enough, but there will be a lot more character development throughout the next few seasons. They’ll mature.


A/N: I’m honest it’s not the best smut story that I’ve written :D Other pages are definitely better in that than I am! But  I still hope you like it! I was a bit inspired by “Woman” so listen to it while reading this! Have fun!

This pic is not mine!

Warnings: Smut

Her whole body stood under fire. Every fiber and every cell in her entire body burned with undeniable desire and passion. She barely managed to breathe because pleasure took control over her, making it impossible to fill her lungs with the fresh air that she needed. Her head was spinning around and she couldn’t think properly. She felt him everywhere. His hands traced from her naked belly up to her chest, leaving a hot trail behind. She felt his soft lips on her neck, licking and sucking on her tender skin, marking her as his own. Everybody should see that she belonged to him and only him.

He was possessive with her. Just the thought of someone touching her innocent body made him go wild. Nobody was allowed to. Nobody except for him. He would kill the person who dared to lay a finger on her. He would be controlled by blindness and it would prevent him from showing mercy towards that person. Whoever it might be.

His life was dependent on her. She was like a drug he was terribly addicted to. Her beauty alone could drag every man on his knees. She was the sweetest creature he had ever met and his only angel.

“Harry!” A moan escaped her heavenly lips. She spread her legs more apart so she could take more of him as he thrust deeper and faster into her wet core. He pressed his hand on her belly again, teasing her belly button.

“Can you feel me here, baby girl?” He groaned. “I bet nobody has ever fucked you the way I do. Nobody has made you feel like the way I do. Right baby girl?”

The only thing she was capable of was nodding at him. Her tongue felt like it was knotted, she couldn’t form sentences.

“I’m going to destroy that sweet cunt of yours, baby. I’m going to tear it apart so you will not be able to walk tomorrow. And when you’re at work, everybody will know! Everybody! Even that ass Trevor!” Harry hissed aggressively, increasing his pace and slamming his dick harder into her.

She threw her head back in pleasure, digging her nails into the soft skin of his back. Angry Harry was something she hardly could handle under the sheets.  He turned into animal then. He was wild, rough and partially hurt her but damn, never had pain felt so good.

“You’re mine, baby!” He groaned. “Mine! Not his! Mine!” Jealousy spoke out him. Harry never liked Trevor, your co-worker. He was the only one who showed no fear against Harry. Quite the opposite, Trevor loved to make him angry. He tried to test his limits, testing how far he could go until Harry would explode and beat him up.

Harry, on the other side, knew that you liked Trevor as a good friend and only for you, he kept his temper. However, he hadn’t missed Trevor’s attempts to flirt with you at every occasion. Harry already talked to him thousand times, making clear that she was his girlfriend and that he should leave her alone. But Trevor didn’t seem to understand.

Harry pressed his lips on hers, stealing a hungry kiss. The sound of skin slapping and deep moans echoed through the expensive hotel suite they rented. He shoved his tongue into her mouth so they could fight for dominance but it was clear that Harry would win that little competition. He always did.

She pulled him closer to her, so their chests were pressed against each other. Letting her fingers run through his curls, she slightly tugged at them. A gesture that Harry adored. Their lips pulled apart.

“Tell me how much you love me!” Harry grunted into her ear, continuing with his assault on her core by thrusting with much vigor so that she could see the stars sparkling in front of her eyes.

“I…I.. love you so much!” She panted and stuttered, still not able to speak normally. She was close to her climax and Harry noticed. His thump went down between their legs where he found her clit, rubbing and teasing her, helping her to find her release.

“That’s right, baby! You need me, don’t you? Say it! I want to hear it from your pretty mouth!”

“Y-yes, I-I need you! I’m nothing without you! Oh god!”

“That’s my baby!”

Confident with her answer, Harry needed to push a few more times until she found her release.

She threw her head back as her orgasm approached, shouting his name so loud that probably the hotel could hear it. Her walls clenched around his member, leading him to his own climax, coating her inside with his cum.

“You’re mine,baby! Never forget that!”  Harry panted, falling onto her chest. Sweat covered their entire body and both of them were exhausted. Still recovering from the intense sex she had with Harry, she felt him getting up, and leaving to the bathroom. Once he got out, freshly showered, she watched him collecting his clothes from the ground.

“Have some things to deal with, babe.” He said shortly while he was getting dressed, his eyes never leaving hers. She just nodded, too tired to say something. He came towards her and put a kiss on her forehead. “Be a good girl, okay? You’re a good girl, aren’t you?

He covered her naked body with the white silky sheets and caressed her soft and messy hair before he stepped out of the suite.

“Mine.” He whispered on his way out.

not-so-harmonious  asked:

79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

These drabbles of mine just keep getting more and more dramatic and more OC. XD My apologies!

A Broken Light

Hiccup had never been more afraid and shocked in all his life.

Astrid looked… broken. There was no other way to describe the expression she wore, or the way she moved fearfully away. She was thin, her cloths dirty and ragged and her eyes dull. She stared up at him in fear, scooting back against the wall and curling into a ball as though expecting him to harm her.

Oh, what had they done to her!?

“Astrid…” Hiccup moved closer, slowly holding out a hand to gently touch her shoulder. “Astrid, it’s me… I’m here to take you home.”

She whimpered, the sound tearing at his heart. He had never ever heard her sound so pitiful, so pained, so… so terrified. 

“Please…” She whispered, her eyes still dilated and unfocused. She spoke desperately, making Hiccup wonder if she was even awake. She didn’t look like it, and she wasn’t sounding like it either.

“Shhh, it’s alright, I’m here.” Hiccup said softly, hoping his calm tone would help bring her back to reality. They had to hurry, he knew that before long they’d be swamped with Dragon Hunters. Toothless couldn’t hold out on his own for long.

“D-d-don’t…” She pleaded, her voice cracking before she turned and coughed into her elbow. 

Hiccup knelt down before her, hesitantly and slowly reaching out to grab her shoulders. She flinched and her breathing went ragged, her eyes flickering from hazy to their normal brightness.

“It’s Hiccup, Astrid. I’m right here. You’re safe now, I’ve got you…”

She turned and stared at him, her eyes still that bright blue color they’d always been. He smiled, glad to see she was returning somewhat to her normal self.

“H-hiccup..?” She whispered, lifting a hand to brush it against his cheek. Her eyes filled with tears, then she leapt forward into his lap, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck while her face pressed against his neck. “Gods, you’re here, Hiccup…”

He returned the tight embrace, pulling her closer so he could stumble to his feet, his prosthetic making it difficult for him to catch his balance. She mumbled something against his hair, but he just nodded and held her bridal style in his arms.

“Hiccup-” She sobbed, pulling away slightly so she could look him in the face. Her eyes were still spilling tears, but there was a slight smile on her face. “C-c-come…” She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, Hiccup’s mind blanking white for a moment before he kissed her back, pulling her a bit closer to his chest.

But he didn’t let the kiss linger too long, because as it was the sound from above the dungeon had heightened, alerting him that Toothless was running low on plasma blasts. 

He rushed up the stone steps, his prosthetic clicking and his breaths coming in pants as he reached the door. He shoved it open and rushed into the open air, Toothless galloping over and barking for them to climb on.

Hiccup did so, pushing his foot and prosthetic into the pedals and adjusting Astrid carefully in his arms, keep a tight hold on her so she wouldn’t slip. Although he doubted he’d have to worry about that, for she had a death grip around his torso.

“H-h-hic…” Her breath hitched when Toothless launched into the air, Hiccup leaning forward a bit in attempts to shield her from the sudden cold and fierce wind.

“Shh, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

“Don’t-don’t le-leave me…” She begged, her face once again buried against his neck.

“I’m not, I promise. I’m never leaving you again.” He replied fiercely, and he meant every word. He’d keep her safe from now on, he’d never let her out of his sight, he’d never let her go- never again. 

“I m-m-missed…” She stuttered between sobs. “y-y-you so-so much…”

“I-I know, I missed you too- gods, Astrid, I love you.” He pushed her away slightly and kissed her again, the two hanging onto each as though their lives depended on it.

“I’m here, not goin’ anywhere.” Hiccup reassured again, her head going to once more lie against his shoulder. “…You’re safe, milady…” 

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Sneaking Around

A/N: An anon request for a JJ x Female Reader where they are dating in secret. Since the team doesn’t know, they keep trying to set the two up. After a case, some of the team go out for a drink, but JJ and the Reader go back to their hotel and end up sleeping together. Meanwhile, the team starts to put the pieces together and the next morning, they confront the two lovebirds. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

Warning: Smut 


We gonna tell them anytime soon?

After sending the message from the front seat, Y/N heard a ding in the back of the SUV and made a note to not check her phone immediately. Otherwise, it would be too easy to figure out. 

Like clockwork, Jayge sent a message back, but she waited to pick the phone up. “We can leave in the morning,” Hotch said, pulling onto the street of the area’s only hotel. It wasn’t a bad hotel; it was just in the middle of nowhere. Looking back, he saw JJ eyeing Y/N up in the front seat. As far as he knew, they weren’t dating, but they should be. “Anyone have plans for when we get back?” He was going to be spending some quality time with Jack.

“I’ve got a date,” Morgan said happily, his head resting on the leather headpiece of the government-issued car. “Speaking of, when are you two gonna get out there?” JJ and Y/N had both gotten out of relationships recently; they were perfect for each other. And they were two of his closest friends, so he couldn’t help it that he wanted to play matchmaker.

Without missing a beat, Y/N answered. “Not ready yet. I’m still a bitter bitch about the way the last one ended.”

“Not ready either,” JJ said. “But different reason.” She and Will had been together for so long that she used the excuse that dating anyone else seemed wrong. It did to an extent, but Y/N was the exception. After both of their relationships ended, they got close quickly. 

“You should go out with each other,” Emily said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Nothing better than two sexy ladies.”

Morgan made eyes at Emily. In all their years as friends, it was hard to pin down Emily’s sexuality. They’d never seen her get involved with anybody, but he’d bet his leg she was bisexual. Both Y/N and JJ smiled softly, shrugging and trying not to give away the fact they were seeing each other.

As Hotch pulled into the lot, he stopped “I could actually use a drink.” This case had been hell. Normally, Y/N would be in the mood for a drink, but she immediately backed out. 

“Too tired,” she said. “Just gonna get some sleep.”

“I’m in!” Morgan laughed. Hotch was never the one to suggest drinks - that’s how you knew it was a bad case.

Spencer, Emily and Rossi also said the same, but JJ also said she was too tired. “See you in the morning,” Hotch replied.

And with that they drove away. When Y/N pulled out her phone again, she snorted. 

Nah. This is too much fun. You think we can sneak in some sex without the team knowing?

“I think we can,” she said to the beautiful blonde at her side. Instead of walking to their separate rooms, Y/N followed JJ to hers, pressing her lips firmly against JJ’s neck as she used the keycard to get inside.

The moment they stepped into the dingy hotel room, Y/N reached down and pulled off her shirt, revealing the thin red lace of one of her favorite bras. JJ’s eyes scanned the lines of her breasts and then did the same, revealing a similar blue bra of her own. “I have a sexy girlfriend,” Y/N said, backing JJ into the bed as she laughed.

The two tripped back and laughed as Y/N ended up on top of JJ and started kissing down her toned abdomen, pausing briefly as she breathed above the top line of her pants. “Should I peel these off slowly or quickly?” she crooned.

“Quickly,” JJ said desperately. 

Doing as she asked, Y/N pulled JJ’s pants off and threw them across the room - to where she didn’t care. She came down to hover over her sex, licking slowly over the lace and tasting the desperation underneath. The little whimpers coaxed her on fairly quickly and within minutes, the two were both completely bare and in a tangle of limbs. 

JJ turned Y/N over, pressing kisses along her collarbone, breasts and stomach before finally settling between her legs and licking up her slit. Y/N cried out and grabbed JJ by the hair, begging her to bring her to the edge sooner rather than late. “Please, babe,” Y/N said. JJ kept her eyes locked on her lover as she gently sucked at her clit.

Something needy came over Y/N and she tugged JJ upward, placing her between her legs so that they were rubbing against each other. Y/N grabbed JJ’s hips tightly and started grinding them downward, the shockwaves building quickly. “Oh fuck, Y/N,” JJ breathed, collapsing onto Y/N’s chest. Her blonde hair curtained them both as she kept up her momentum.

Y/N began to shake as the shockwaves became more intense, but JJ swallowed her cries to keep their secret kept, lest any of their teammates walk back into the hotel. “Oh, Jayge,” she laughed. “That was so necessary.”

JJ collapsed at her side, her leg dangling over Y/N’s as she kissed her shoulder. “So much more than necessary. You wanna just stay her until early tomorrow morning and then you can run to your room?”

“Sounds good to me.”


“They really do need to get together,” Emily said, sipping at her beer. 

Hotch quickly agreed. “Absolutely. After all they’ve both been through, they’d be perfect for each other. I think they might be hiding something from us though.” This was the most open Hotch had been about his co-workers love lives; apparently all it took was a little bit of alcohol.”

Rossi echoed the statement. “Oh, I definitely think they’re already dating,” he said. “Not sure for how long, but I think so too.”

“Really?” Spencer asked. “JJ hasn’t said anything to me.”

“Well you know how she was when she and Will first started dating,” Emily added. “She’s really secretive about that kind of stuff. But if you think about it, nearly every case we’ve been on, they’ve paired themselves up, or excused themselves from going out with us. They make eyes at each other all the time. I’m pretty sure I’ve found Y/N practically drooling over JJ’s butt before.”

“They’re totally dating,” Morgan laughed, sipping the rest of his beer and signaling for another one. “We’ve gotta bust them.”


Considering the team normally got up at around 6, Y/N decided to get up at 4 to head to her own room. What she didn’t know was that Morgan got up to go to the bathroom and heard her enter her room. 

Three hours later, as soon as they got on the jet, Morgan told them all what he heard. “Oh really?” Emily said, smirking back at the pair who were sitting on opposite ends of the jet. She went to sit across from JJ, hoping to get a rise out of her. “You two get a decent night’s sleep last night?”

JJ nodded and yawned. “Not too bad. Could’ve been better, but the case was hell, so it kept popping up in my brain.”

“I got a sucky night’s sleep. Same thing. I kept tossing and turning. Didn’t get up till about a half hour before we had to be on the jet.”

The entire team watched as they lied through their teeth. They were actually pretty believable, but Morgan couldn’t hold himself anymore. “Stop lying, I heard you walk from her room to yours at 4 AM.”

Embarrassed, JJ started to stutter a bit, but she stumbled over her words so much that she talked herself into a corner. “Alright fine,” she said, smirking in Y/N’s direction. “Yea we’re dating.”

“It’s about damn time,” Rossi said, not even bothering to turn around. 

“How long?” Spencer asked.

“Not telling,” Y/N said, smiling at the rest of the team and getting up to sit near JJ. “Enough to know I’m in love with her though.”

JJ entangled her finger’s in Y/N’s and smiled. They’d been dating for a while, but it didn’t take long to fall for her. “How could you not fall in love with this face?”

ihx creator reveals are out! so here’s mine~

title: you make my heart smile
fandom: haikyuu!!
pairing: yamayachi
summary: yachi and yamaguchi and the moments they share, just the two of them.
or, have we basically already been dating all this time before we’ve even actually officially dated: the fic.

check it out on >ao3<

Hitoka places the last octopus-shaped sausage into the bento, and then leans back to admire her handiwork. She thinks she’s improving on the cooking. Yamaguchi has been giving her tips, but she’s still getting the hang of it.

Mondays are the only days of the week when Hinata and Kageyama are allowed to use the gym for extra practice during their lunch break. She usually eats with them, along with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, trying to force a little studying in them so they won’t have to close calls with supplementary lessons again. Tsukishima always managed to have some excuse to disappear on Mondays, too, though Hitoka can never remember why. First it was running a teacher’s errand and then it was extra studying at the library, but (and Hitoka feels a little mean thinking this) Tsukishima doesn’t really have any other friends, so Hitoka isn’t sure where he disappears to.

So Monday lunch breaks are for Yamaguchi and Hitoka alone. And that’s just fine with Hitoka.

They’ve taken to sharing lunches, since they both make their own. It’s pretty fun to do, thinking up recipes and surprising the other with the designs. Yamaguchi doesn’t have the same eye for aesthetics as Hitoka does, but he can make a mean tamagoyaki. Hitoka finds herself looking forwards to Mondays.

Hitoka likes eating with the other first years in the volleyball club, but she likes the lunch breaks with just Yamaguchi, too.

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anonymous asked:

Please do how the boys would react after their first kiss w u or how it would goooo~~😆

I haven’t had my first kiss haha

-Admin Terra

Note: This is our opinion about the members of Monsta X. None of these are accurate.

Originally posted by minyeossi

Hyungwon: He’d be really cool about it. It would be like a spur-of-the-moment kind of kiss. Of course, he’s extra happy since it’s the first kiss but he wouldn’t make such a big ruckus about it compared to the other members. Actually, in this type of situation, you’d be the more embarrassed one. He might even tease you about it.

Originally posted by joohoneylee

Jooheon: He would probably make the situation super awkward at some point. His kiss would be something he planned but he would end up worrying the whole time like “What if our teeth clashes?” or like “What if she pushes me away?” He’d end up stuttering so much and he can’t even look at you in the eyes omg such a cutie. When you’re not around anymore, he’d would be freaking out about it.

Originally posted by twinklestars06

Minhyuk: //ignore I.M haha// He would give you a quick yet sweet kiss. He’d be giggling to your surprised reaction and to his sweet gesture. He might give you another one if he saw you pouting. Once he’s satisfied with the kisses, he’ll definitely hug you, showing how much he loves you. “I love you.” would escape his lips a thousand times. 

Originally posted by tochangkyun

I.M: omg this guy would act like a little kid. He would do something really sly to kiss you maybe like poking your cheek when you’re looking elsewhere and kissing your lips when you turn your head towards him. He would be smiling through the kiss, clearly amused with his trick. And you’d be too. Afterwards, he would crack up laughing suddenly and to your surprise, you end up joining him.

Originally posted by maleidolnet

Wonho: He would most probably be biting his bottom lip while staring at yours. Then, his stare would go up to your eyes. He would take a step forward, not breaking his stare. Then, he’d hold your chin up and kiss you slowly, treasuring every second. He’d pull away when you’re both finally out of breath, smiling happily afterwards. He might even throw in a compliment like “That was amazing.” or something. When you’re not around anymore, he would be really riled up about it.

Originally posted by bemineinseoul

Kihyun: He would most likely give you a really confident kiss. Well, in the inside, he would be worrying a lot but he doesn’t want to show you that side of him so keeping his ‘cool image’ in front of you is really important to him. He would be smirking before kissing to make you feel flustered. His kiss would be really passionate and somehow heated. Right after that, he’s still gonna keep his ‘cool image’ in front of you but when you’re not around anymore, he’s gonna be grinning and blushing a lot.

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Shownu: This dude will be so awkward like omg. He would lean in really close but would stop like a centimeter away from your lips, wondering if he should lean his head to the right or the left. But nevertheless, he would be like “Whatever” and just do whatever he wants to do. It would be really gentle and quite long. He might even snake his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him. He would probably show a poker face at first since he’s still in a daze but would smile and blush immediately after that. 

storyhoard  asked:

ZEVISTAIR can I choose all of them? no? okay um, "Please stay."

will you keep still,” zevran says, and it’s not quite snapping but it’s the closest alistair has ever heard him come to true annoyance.

so he grumbles, but clenches his teeth harder and tries not to move as zevran dresses and bandages his wounds. wynne and leliana both went into orzammar with the warden. alistair is certainly not going to ask morrigan to patch him up, and sten simply gave him a disdainful look when he approached, so… zevran it is. not that he trusts the damned assassin any more than the others, really.

“you must care for her a great deal,” zevran says quietly, all anger gone from his voice. alistair blinks at him in surprise.

“who? the warden? well, yes, but – i mean, no, not the way – i like her. and i trust her. but no, no caring, not like that.”

zevran tilts his head. “the warden? are you not also a grey warden?”

“of course i am! but i – well, she – ” alistair doesn’t think he’s ever stuttered so much in his life. how does zevran know exactly what questions to ask? or rather – exactly what questions he shouldn’t ask.

he squirms as he tries to think of a way to evade the answer, but zevran tugs sharply as he ties off the bandage around alistair’s arm, and he yelps in pain, distracted.

“what did you do that for?”

“i have finished, and you are most welcome.” zevran stands in one fluid motion. “do not sleep on your arm,” he tosses over his shoulder, and moves towards his bedroll, still slightly removed from the rest of the camp.

alistair feels cold, suddenly, and very, very alone.


the word escapes him before he can stop it. zevran pauses, and half-turns. his eyes are downcast. “yes?”

“i’m sorry,” alistair says. “please… please stay.”

zevran meets his eyes then, and smiles, and alistair feels his stomach knot up in the most unexpectedly pleasant way.

Love’s a fragile little flame, it could burn out

Maybe she is terrified. Maybe she really is terrified that by exposing this thing, whatever it is, to the light of day, to the judgment of others, they will ruin something.

Their love is fragile - hers is not, but she fears still that his is. She fears that he will realize that his reaction to her is just because he has never been in love. She fears that he mistook an innocent and rather silly crush for the all-consuming love she knows she feels for him.

One day he will meet his perfect girl, or boy, or…. One day he will meet his perfect match and it will not be her.

She knows there is no one out there for her - she doesn’t deserve to have someone, but she has him. He is hers, for as long as he’s stupid enough to stick around.

Oh, he is not stupid - he is stupidly brilliant and witty and passionate and… There are no words to explain all he is. He is both brilliant and stupidly naive, he is charming yet terrible, he is Enjolras and he is miles out of her league.

She is just another street rat who managed to get a lucky break (his name is Marius and he just felt compelled to return just one of the many favors she had done him). She is scarred inside and out and she dreams of the days when the hotel went under and everything went wrong - and she wakes up screaming and begging to be let go, pleading that she would do better next time. There was always a next time.

It is terrifying to dare to fall asleep with him next to her, to take the risk that this would be a bad night - it could always be a bad night and that was not something he needed to see - there were plenty of reasons why he should leave her without her giving him evidence to add onto that pile.

She doesn’t want to make it easier for him to leave her, even though she knows that she should, that he deserves better.

“Eponine,” his warm fingers brush her cheek. “What are you thinking of?”

He is always so warm, so hot-blooded where she can feel cold inside even when burrowed in a pile of blankets. She adores that about him.

“Nothing,” she brushes it off and leans into the touch. “Nothing important.”

No stupid concerns need matter when he is right there by her side - for now - and they still have a few hours to kill before bedtime. For once, he does not have a million tasks to accomplish until then, and she revels in that luxury for a while.

“You are important,” his forehead against hers.

No, she is not, but that is okay. She does not tell him that she knows better - it would ruin the moment. He would want to talk about it - bad idea, because Gabriel Enjolras can out-argue her on just about every subject.

She sighs and lets her arms wrap around his neck - safe. She wants desperately to kiss him, but she needs him to move first, to take the initiative in their lovelife for once.

“You matter,” he tells her softly, and he presses a soft kiss to one cheek, then the other.

Her breath stutters, and she tries so hard not to show how much he is affecting her with such a simple gesture. This is romantic rather than just purely sexual, and she is terrified and excited about that at the same time.

“I care about you,” he kisses her jaw.

A part of her knows that he does, but she is scared to have him say it to her. Because if she knows, if he says it out loud, it will hurt more when he leaves her.

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips before finally, finally kissing her.

She holds him close and prays that he’ll stay. 

apirl-nicole-blog-blog  asked:

So I don't know if you are still doing the shipping thing but if you don't miss do doing me one. I am pretty out going but also a little shy when I first meet someone. I'm kinda a badass, but I got a good heart. And I would liked to be shipped with a girl. Thanks

Hey! I’d ship you with Charlie!

When you first met Charlie you was super shy and blown away by how amazingly pretty she was, so much that when she talked to you, you stuttered endlessly and because of this you thought that she would absolutely think you was weird, but instead she thought it was one of the most adorable thing she had ever seen, and still thinks its super adorable every time she’s with you and you become shy. Also, Charlie would love how badass you can be, especially when you and her hunt together, she often likes to take it slow and watch you fight through the monsters effortlessly. 

iHeartRadio Recap

So I tried to type this out as quickly as possible while also trying to answer all my anonymous ask I have in my inbox. So I apologize ahead of time if things are jumbled or confusing or if my spelling/grammar is a wreck.

First let me say this; I know no matter what I say in this post, no Tayvin will believe me. It is what it is. But I can promise you that I did my absolute best to make sure the details are all correct. I will not lie to make our ship more convincing. I’m not making anything up, just recounting the events as they took place. I know this thing was televised so you already know what happened. I’ll focus more on what happened off camera.

I will also throw this disclaimer in there:


Like seriously, every clap and camera pan is rehearsed during the commercials. They yell at you before they come back and tell you to applause, when you can and can’t stand, etc. It’s very interesting to witness. Also, the celebrities literally DO NOT GIVE A SHIT. They all talk during the performances and half of them have no idea what is going on. Including the nominees. It was definitely interesting to watch.

So, I arrive and it turns out I’m sitting next to some huge Selena and Taylor fans. However, they also think Cowlick is a douche bag which was glorious. I was also in direct view of Taylor’s table and with my binoculars I could see every single facial expression.  Which is exactly what I did. Whenever there was a performance or they won an award, I watched their interactions instead of the stage. I missed some performances, but I saw the most important one (the stunt) so it was worth it.

·         Taylor walked in one minute before the awards started. She rushed in holding Calvin’s hand and the crowd went wild. When I saw ‘crowd’ I mean the fans that were standing in between the heart stage and the tables set up for the celebrities. Turns out Calvin showed up about 20 minutes before she did, which I found interesting.

·         If People Mag was correct, Calvin was actually in her seat and she was in his. From left to right it was Tree, Calvin, Taylor, Sereah (spelling??), and then Selena.

·         Jason derulo started the show and music was playing. He was dancing, went to dance next to Taylor’s table, and Calvin cracked a half smile. The bordum begins.

·         Also let me just throw in this tidbit. You guys see a bunch of meme’s of Taylor dancing at award shows. This. IS. Real. She literally dances to almost every song like she will never dance again. And Calvin just sits there. Looking bored of course.

·         Best Female artist was one of the first awards. Actually it might have been THE first. She won, gave him a hug (which he didn’t even stand up for) and gave her speech. He looked bored.

·         Tree suddenly disappeared from the table and was replaced by Kelly Osborn

·         Calvin alternated between talking to Kelly and being on his phone the entire time and Taylor talked to her friend Searyeah (someone tell me how to fucking spell her name!!!!).

·         Megan Trainor performed and Calvin didn’t look up from his phone once. He didn’t even clap when it ended actually. Still looking at phone.

·         Selena won and Taylor looked hella happy for her. Calvin didn’t hug her when she won. He texted during her speech.

·         Finally we get Tayvin action. Taylor loops her arms through his (his hands are clasped together with his elbows on the table (if that makes sense). There was a performance going on when this happened.

·         Commercial after performance and she dropped his arm immediately lmao

·         Calvin wins best dance whatever. He wasn’t paying attention at all because they announced his name as a nominee and taylor clapped but he didn’t even notice. When he won someone pointed at him and he said “me?” and then the camera panned to him. Cringe worthy hug again.

·         Taylor gives her faux heart eyes for the crowd. Trust me, they were faux. She knew the camera would pan to her. The whole crowd went ‘awe’ and I said ewe and everyone laughed. He didn’t thank her, but he has no problem thanking diplo which literally makes no sense because how did diplo contribute to his award? Who fucking knows.

·         Taylor disappears and Calvin is at the table with her friends. No interaction, he is on his phone.

·         Selena says a couple words to him, but still he’s looking bored and on his phone.

·         They are getting Justin Timberlake ready to present Taylor her tour award. This is when shit gets weird. They start playing New Romantics and the crowd thinks she’s either going to perform or the video will drop. Obvi that doesn’t happen lol. They were hyping the crowd up and kept alluding to something “big” happening, but nothing big happened.

·         Taylor gets her tour award. I didn’t watch her acceptance speech at all because I watched him the entire time. He wasn’t paying attention. No seriously, you guys only saw the half of it when the camera panned to his face. He literally wasn’t paying attention during her speech. And when they camera panned to him and still looked bored, gave his smirk, then went right back to being bored af when the camera panned away. I DID hear her stutter though and the couple next to me said “why did she stutter so much at the last part? Weird” and I was dying laughing inside. Also, when she said “adam” the ENTIRE crowd was like “who tf is adam?” not joking. It wasn’t just the internet that was confused lol.

·         When the show went to commercial Taylor walked off stage and tapped selena’s shoulder as she walked by back to her seat. Selena turned, grabbed her phone, and then taylor hugged douche lord from behind with one arm. Selena took a picture and then Taylor pulled away. It seemed very rehearsed. Selena just snapped a photo and went back to her conversation with the girl next to her. And Calvin, once again, looked bored.

·         They didn’t talk and were both on their phones. Taylor seemed reallllyyy into her’s and I thought for a minute she MUST be liking dumb shit on tumblr.

·         No talking lasted for several minutes until Taylor got up and disappeared. People were telling me she was liking things on tumblr when this disappearance happened. He looked bored at the table and didn’t talk to anyone, again.

·         Taylor came back and started playing with the led lights on the table (they were there for the previous performance. Staff handed them out). This is the point where I realized she very well may be drunk I had seen the waitress come to her table about 12 different occasions at this point. I started to pay more attention once I realized this.

·         I was watching her still play with the led lights and said to the couple next to me “taylor looks drunk. She keeps playing with those lights” and they said “We know! We were just saying that”

·         Not 30 seconds later Taylor wins most meme’able moment and gets caught with the damn led lights. Smh. You could tell when the camera panned to her she had no idea what she won. When the cameras panned away she kept asking everyone at the table what she won. She STILL didn’t know lol. Calvin was on his phone and didn’t even look at her when she asked him.

·         Taylor slams another drink. At this point I’m positive she is drunk. She is literally tipping the cup upside down trying to get every last drop.

·         Commercial break. Announcer says Zayn is about to go on and that’s when someone behind me yells “where’s Gigi?!” and someone yells back “probably with her girlfriend” it was fucking iconic lol.

·         Album of the year award is about to be announced. You can tell she knows she is going to win because she isn’t paying attention for the nominee stuff and calvin looks bored.

·         She wins. Awkward hug. Calvin is on his phone during her acceptance speech LOL.

·         During her speech she says “this may be my last award show for a really long time” and some fan stood up behind me and said “WHAT!” Literally the whole crowd freaked out when they heard that.

·         Iggy starts her performance and Tree runs out and grabs Taylor, Voldermort, and Seryeah. They leave.


Okay that was a long and probably unneccesary recap but I have a few more things to say.

First, Tree kept checking up on Calvin and Taylor multiple times throughout the night. In the 3 hour show, I saw her at their table on 6-7 different commercial breaks. I thought it was very strange and I just needed to throw that in there. She would come around for about 45 seconds each time, ask how Calvin and Taylor were doing, and then would disappear again. Weird. At one point she even stood behind their table with her hands clasped behind her back just chaperoning. It was very strange.

Secondly, the seating is very weird. I noticed how initially Tree was by Calvin, then it was Kelly, then it was some other random girl. So I asked the security guard in my section (she fucking loved me by the way) what was up with that. Apparently they have people who fill seats to make the tables always look full. I did NOT know this. They have people on standby that are dressed really well and sit in the empty seats to give the illusion that there’s a full house. I’m not making this shit up. After security told me that I googled it and its true. Like I said, this whole thing is made for tv.

While I was sitting there I tried INCREDIBLY hard to not be biased. The whole point of me going was to see the thing for my own two eyes to maybe understand it better. So I told myself tonight I’m not a kaylor fan, tonight I’m just a fan. That being said, I have never been more convinced in my life that this entire thing is a farce. Calvin looked like he wanted to scratch his eyes out the entire time. At first I thought that was just his personality. I thought maybe he just hates award shows and that’s his demeanor towards everyone. Guys, its not. He looked like he was having the best time ever when he was talking to Kelly Osborn. Some of his friends came up and talked to him during commercials and he couldn’t stop smiling his bright white dentures. It was only towards Taylor and the farce. I made no mention of why I was there to the couple next to me and they even commented on it. He seemed cold and just SO done. I dislike him with a fiery passion, but for a second there I almost felt bad for the guy. And it made Taylor look stupid. She looked like that 2013 version of herself and I couldn’t stop shaking my head.

I tried to think about their relationship as if it were real. I put myself in that frame of mind and then looked at them. Then I cringed even more. Because if this relationship is real then he is going to shatter her heart into a million damn pieces. I have never seen someone look so disinterested in “the love of their life” until I saw the way he looked at her. No heart eyes. No sense of pride that his girl was winning all of the awards. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was sitting next to some no name escort, not Taylor Swift, international pop star. They didn’t kiss once, they barely hugged, and the most physical contact they had was either when cameras were on or when a fan next to the tables waved at her. She would grab his arm, wave back, and then let go. It was like clockwork. I just couldn’t believe my eyes because we knew it was fake, I just didn’t realize it was THIS fake. And not only that, I knew Taylor was in charge, but I didn’t realize Calvin was hating it this much. I know he tried to get out of the stunt 8 months ago, but now he looks like he rather just curl up in a ball and die. I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not. The fame that she is giving him must really be worth it.

In conclusion, I stand by my previous statement that I have never believed that this shit is a farce more than I do now. This has nothing to do with me believing if Kaylor is real or not. This is just based off of the things I saw tonight. I didn’t give a minute by minute break down of this because you guys would’ve been as born as Calvin was. It was repetitive. They would speak one sentence and then he would go back to his phone. Repeat. He honestly just looked like he was getting a root canal the entire time he was sitting next to her. I honestly think he hates her. He definitely resents her. I just don’t understand why Taylor is dragging this out. It is painful to watch. And trust me, I would know, I just watched it for three damn hours. I thought I would be angry watching the stunt, but it was so pathetic that I just laughed. And then I felt sad. REALLY sad for Taylor. I spend most of my time angry and bitter towards her, but for a moment I felt sympathetic and empathetic. I think about what it would be like to have to put on such a performance like that. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hide who I am. And besides the obvious reasons, there must be some really deep seeded issue going on inside of her to drag this stunt out so long. I couldn’t imagine ever having to do something like that. I just wouldn’t be happy.

Feel free to send any questions to my ask box.  

How Evil Masterminds Pass Their Time

Ok so I think I have a sore throat so I ain’t feelin’ so good but I only have three weeks until finals and I have to start hitting the books so I’m gonna try to squeeze in as many fics I can before then. Requests are still open.

This particular oneshot was based on this headcanon. A special thank you to my friend @rhaedarofworlds for reminding me (twice) to write this as I asked. (Go follow her. She’s awesome).

So here it is. (I have no idea how to be funny while writing or funny in general so pretend this made you cry tears of laughter okay ?) :

Being Hawkmoth was tiring. It wasn’t the stress of having to control over emotional teenagers. Thinking about it Hawkmoth had no idea why he kept choosing teenagers for capturing the Miraculous. They obviously had little respect for his authority (or any other adult’s for that matter). They thought they knew what they were doing and outright disobeyed his orders. In the end they got what they wanted, once Ladybug freed them they felt loads better having destressed themselves and Hawkmoth was left pinching the bridgr of his nose and shaking his head while angrily cursing Ladybug and Chat Noir while yelling his own variation of ‘Curse You Perry The Platypus’ in a far more dignified manner than Doofensmirtz. (Sue him if he looked to other cartoonish evil masterminds to get his creative villainous juices flowing).

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One Of Our Own

What is this? No way! I’ve actually finally posted this story! Wow!

Well then, I hope you enjoy:)


Sherlolly fic prompt: They’re babysitting for John & Mary when Sherlock casually mentions he wouldn’t mind if they had one of their own. The catch? He and Molly aren’t even dating and she has no idea he’s in love with her! - miz-joely


Are you free at the weekend?

Depends on what you are about to ask.

It’s Harry’s birthday and she invited us to stay with her in Bristol. Do you mind looking after Isabelle for that time?

She’s still drinking.

I know. That’s why I want you to take Izzy. Mary insists we go to her but we both think it would be better if we left Izzy in London.



Turns out Mary just phoned Molly as well and it seems that she’s coming instead. So no need to worry.

I could have managed.

I know but she’s a woman. She knows those things better.

You’re applying gender roles, John. You couldn’t know if she’s even held a baby before. I’ll come anyway.

The more the merrier.

Mary was feeding Isabelle on the sofa while typing on her phone with one hand.

“Well? Did he agree?”

John grinned, sitting down next to her. “Oh yes he did. He even showed enthusiasm when I mentioned that Molly will be coming, too.”

“Seems like everything is going according to our plan,” Mary said and turned her attention back to her phone, taking the now empty milk bottle out of Izzy’s hands before she could throw it on the ground and giving it to John so he could take it to the kitchen.

“And Molly?” John asked, while rising up again.

“She says that she’s never been alone with a baby before. Took some persuading but when I mentioned that she only needs to supervise Sherlock, who can handle Izzy himself… Let’s just say that the answer came a lot faster.”

Mary was now tickling the little girl’s feet, phone still having most of her attention.

John’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “And?”

“Just a mo… Let me quote: "If you think that I’d be of any use, I could come but remember that I’m not doing this because of Sherlock but because you asked.”.“

"So she’s not coming for Sherlock?” John was now back in the room.

“Of course she’s coming for Sherlock,” she said. “Okay maybe a little for Izzy, too. Who’s the pretty girl?”

Izzy giggled in reply and wrapped her small fingers around her mothers hand. She snuggled closer to her and yawned widely.


John still tried to give his last warnings to Sherlock and Mary had to drag him away from the door.

She called over her shoulder: “And Sherlock! Try to look less like you’ve got baby poo under your nose. Molly should be here in the next ten minutes and you know how she loves your smile.” She gave him a thumbs up while John sat in their car, rolling his eyes.

“Oh and good luck! Don’t forget Izzy when Molly comes.” Mary winked, sat in the car and drove away, leaving the confused detective on the doorstep, trying to find sense in her words.


“Hello, Sherlock!” Molly called from the door.

“Shh. Isabelle is sleeping.”


She quietly sneaked in the flat and met Sherlock with a smile. “Hi.”

To her surprise he smiled back. “Hello.”

They stood there awkwardly for some time, Sherlock standing in the way, staring at her, until she coughed to release the tension.

“Can I come in?” she asked, nervous if she’d done something wrong.

Sherlock seemed to collect himself and he blinked a couple of times. He nodded and stepped aside so that Molly could go to the living room. A light blush covered his cheeks. He chastised himself in his head for losing his cool and looking like an idiot, so he ran his fingers through his hair and turned his face in the direction of Molly, who had put her large bag on the floor and was shedding her outside clothes.

“Now what do we do?” she asked expectantly.


After Isabelle’s nap Sherlock took her to the living room so she could play on her soft pink blanket. Sherlock set himself next to her on the floor, his back supported against the sofa. Molly was sitting on the sofa, legs curled up under her, working with her computer.

From time to time the two on the floor would share thoughts on something, Izzy giggling and pointing at things, Sherlock putting his thoughts into comprehensible words. Even though Molly was focusing on working, she could still catch a few lines, which made her smile to herself. Sherlock couldn’t see it but somehow he felt it, like a tingle in his back when Molly’s lips curled up. He decided not to ponder on it and wrote it off as a simple instinct.

That of course didn’t stop him from smiling as well.

Sherlock had always liked children in his own way ever since he was old enough to not be one himself. Of course he hated when they were noisy and otherwise annoying but he was very fascinated and even a little bit jealous about their naivety about the world. Their simple minds, focused on the things around them, wanting to know more and more, not yet contaminated by disappointment and forced duties of school that robbed them the joy of learning.

Children would often understand him better than adults. And that was what drew him to them. Children would admire him despite all his faults. Because their world had not yet been corrupted by the depressive reality of life. Instead their minds were open to wonders.

“Could you take over for a little bit? I have to prepare her milk,” he said to Molly and rose up stretching his aching back a little.

She nodded and put away her computer. “Sure.”


When Sherlock reentered the room he had an odd sensation in his chest. He felt like his heart had expanded a little and he felt again the tingling feeling of happiness.

Molly was sitting on the floor with the little baby Watson. The girl had got very close to her and was comfortably sitting against her thigh, loading all her soft toys in Molly’s lap, happily blabbing about every one of them. There was a sincere smile on the woman’s face as she watched the baby with adoring eyes. She seemed to get along with Izzy brilliantly.

Molly had not seen Sherlock come in so she was surprised to hear his deep voice behind her.

“We should have one of our own.”


“Sorry what?”

Molly was sure she had misheard him. But when he repeated…

“We should have one of our own.”

… her mouth fell open.

“Have what of our own? What are you talking about, Sherlock?” she was confused.

He sat down next to her, awfully close, reaching a hand towards Izzy who crawled to him, raised her to his lap and gave her the milk bottle so that she could quench her appetite.

“A baby,” he calmly answered while looking down at the child.

Molly didn’t believe her ears. She blinked. Blinked twice. And then painfully pinched her arm.


He repeated slowly. “We should have a baby of our own. Or maybe two. That can be decided later.”

Molly continued blinking. She was sitting still as a statue otherwise and Isabelle was curiously peeking at her over her milk bottle which was firmly gripped in her tiny hands.

Since Molly hadn’t answered Sherlock felt the need to explain himself a little: “Taking into account your and my intelligence, our good looks, level of skill in our fields, the fact that if our child inherits both of our personality traits - my calculative logic and your open-minded thinking - then our child would be perfect. I’m sure you’re able to follow my train of thoughts.”

Molly was still staring at him with an open mouth so that even Izzy became worried and looked at Sherlock, eyes full of questions.

“Or maybe not.”

She was able to collect herself so much that she could stutter out another “W-what?”.

Sherlock, having found reassurance in her question, continued to explain, admittedly a bit nervously: “I admit that I am not very experienced in the baby-making department but I must say that I am a fast learner and I’m sure with your help I'll—”

Molly closed her mouth with a ominous grit of teeth. “What on Earth are you talking about, Sherlock Holmes? Is this some kind of a joke?”

Now it was Sherlock’s turn to gape with an open mouth. “No! No, of course not!”

“Then what is this about?” She shook her head to clear it.

He frowned. “I thought I made my thoughts quite clear,” he said and took Izzy’s empty milk bottle from her to stop her playing with it and gave her a soft bunny toy instead.

“So you’re serious?”

“Yes. Obviously.”


Sherlock smiled softly, something that was very rare. “If you’re worrying about our romantic relationship then don’t. I… I know I’m not really expressive about my feelings,” he said the word with a slight sneer, “but I can say that… ehm… Molly, I find you extremely… interesting… romantically and uhm… sexually, so if you are willing… I mean only if you want to… we c-could… engage in a relationship?”

He was now profusely blushing and stuttering which Molly had never seen him do before, so she could tell that he was being honest with her.

She threw a bear straight at his face, followed by a bunny, a tiger and finally a pink dog. Izzy giggled at that show, climbing off from the mortified Sherlock’s lap to get her tiger from the floor.

“Do you have any idea..? What the hell were you thinking…? Is this your idea of a…? Ugghhh you are so infuriating!!” Molly was fuming.

She grabbed the collar of his dress shirt and pulled him to her so that she could kiss that maddening man whom she loved. Passionate, demanding and loving the kiss pulled them both on the floor and left them gasping for breath.

“I take it that’s a yes,” Sherlock breathed heavily. Their noses were still touching and Molly was lying on top of him, basically straddling his hips. Her hands were on his shoulders and his on her back and under her shirt on her waist.

“Yes,” she whispered. Before they could start kissing again they were interrupted by little Izzy who had started clapping and laughing. That in turn made Molly laugh as well which also made Sherlock chuckle.

She rolled herself off him to the floor where Izzy crawled to her. She tried to imitate what they were doing and gently, like only a child can, put her hands on Molly’s cheeks and placed a wet peck on her lips. Then she lied her head on Molly’s chest an hugged her.

After lying there for a while the little girl fell asleep. Sherlock picked her up from Molly’s chest and took her in her room to her cot. He then returned to the living room and sat on the sofa next to Molly. She put her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her, to keep her as close to him as possible.

“I think you’re going to be a wonderful mother, Molly.”

“And I’m quite sure you’ll be a great dad, too.”

They both smiled.

Taehyung - Wet Dream

After a long day at work, you return home to an empty bed. You knew Taehyung was a really busy guy so you’ve kinda gotten used to it. After stripping yourself from your work clothes, you prepare a cup of hot chocolate for yourself. The steam of the boiling water hit your face, relieving you from the cold apartment. After waiting for your hot chocolate to cool down a bit, you get a blanket and wrap it around your small body, endulging your drink also. You turn the TV on see a BTS live on Inkigayo. You observe your boyfriend, dancing passionately, singing with his beautiful voice and sticking his tongue out like he always does. Never did you get bored of seeing him perform.

After about an hour of watching many k-idols performing, you decide to have an early night and get ready for bed. While brushing your teeth, you notice a text notification. It was a text from your boyfriend. ‘Jagiya~ Do you miss me?’ You spit out the foam, rinse your mouth and wash your face before replying to your boyfriend. 'Of course I miss you! I wish I could see you again ㅠㅠ’ It was true. It has been at least 4 months since you’ve last seen him in person, Taehyung has been really busy lately, especially because of his busy schedule. After snuggling to bed and plug your phone into your charger, you notice one last text from Taehyung. 'Aww maybe I can see you soon baby ^^ ily get some rest it’s late~“ You smile at his goodnight text and reply simply with a "ily2 you get some rest too~”

~Magical time skip~

He was rubbing your pussy so fast after his intense fingering. He sucked your breasts whilst nibbling onto your nipple. He left many hickeys all over your body, claiming you as his one and only. “Baby I want you so bad…”

(Taehyung’s POV)
She must of really missed me haha. I wanted to surprise her since we haven’t seen each other in so long. It was about 8am when I arrived infront of _______’s apartment. I unlocked the door and sneaked into her room. I tiptoed into her bedroom and sat on the side of her bed. Hearing her light snoring made me smile and realise how much I’ve missed my girlfriend. I stroke her head and move some strands of her hair out of her face. “Ughh Taehyung….” Did I wake her up? Did she know I was here? “Jagiya? ______?” She didn’t respond.

______ was just wiggling around in her sleep, holding her pink blanket tight and close to her. She breathes softly whilst clenching her chest. I notice small signs of sweat around her temple. Was she dreaming? I decide to allow ______ to sleep so I slowly slide of the bed. “Mmm Taehyung” she moans. I bite my lower lip to hold back the laughter that almost comes out of my mouth. I walk back to sit on the side of _____’s bed. It’s my first time seeing her like this. Was she really having a wet dream about me? I look intently at her and notice her breathing getting faster. She moans another quiet beg for my existence in her dream, whilst biting her lip. I feel myself getting turned on within my boxers. “T-Tae…” I chuckle a little. Knowing my girlfriend thinks of me even when she’s asleep means a lot, even if it’s dirty thoughts. I decide to put her out of her misery and lightly tap ______ to wake her up. “Hmm? T-Taehyung?! I thought you were still on schedule!” She tightly hugs me. “I don’t have another performance until 2 and your apartment was on the way so I decided to drop in” I say pleasantly. After hugging me, ________ suddenly clenches her blanket. “Um…how long have you been here?” she asks nervously. I smirk as I move my position so I’m hovering above her. “Long enough.”

“It’s nice to know you think about me so much” I whipser in her ear. She stutters a bit, probably in shock that I actually witnessed her having a wet dream about me. Her cheeks were a noticeable shade of pink. I lean down towards her lips, “it’s okay, I’ll make that dream a reality.” My mouth lean down on her sweet lips, giving small pecks before slowly allowing my tongue to roam her mouth. ______’s arms loosely wrap around my neck to bring me closer into her embrace. I roam my hands around her soft skin. Leaving a trail of kisses down her body, I reach to her lower body. “You should wear more when going to bed Jagiya~” She only wears her lingerie at night because apparently she feels more 'comfortable’ like that. I slowly remove her panties from her warm skin, revealing her already wet clit. Without hesitation, I use my tongue to give one big lick, taking in all her juices. She moans and wriggles at my bare movement. “P-Please Tae….” I smirk at her entrance, pull her towards me and putting her legs on either sides of my head, resting comfortably on my shoulders. I slowly flick my tongue against her core and slowly enter my middle and ring fingers into her hole. She shivers at my touch as I enter deep enough to hit her g-spot. I curl my fingers and start thrusting into her. Her high pitched squeals fill the room as well as the smell of sex.

I quickly flip her over, spreading her ass cheeks apart. I enjoy the view and so I unbuckle my belt and take off my lower clothing. I pump my dick to let my precum lubricate my whole length. ______ gets on her knees, making sure her ass was in the air and her womanhood was in my field of vision. She knows what she wants. I push myself into her, thrusting continuously, allowing my moans go wild. Her pussy wraps around my dick tightly, wanting me even more. After a few thrusts, I already feel the climax building within me. “_______~” my body was boiling with passion. She turns to look at me and nods. We both release our cum together so none is left. ______ loses her balance and falls back onto the bed but crawls towards my direction. Her hand grasps around my dick and pumps. Her mouth wraps around it and sucks all my juices dry. “Is that what you expected in your dream?” I smirked as I stroke her soft hair. “No….it was MUCH better that my expectations” she said before pulling me down for one last makeout session.

Pretty in Pajamas

Looks like I’m doing Fluff Fiction Week.

Here are the other fluffs I’ve written.

Day Three Prompt: Lazy Weekend


The sunlight was too bright, too warm, the golden glow of closer-to-noon not the pale light of too-early-to-function. Marinette was late. She sat straight up, ignoring Tikki’s squeak as she was displaced, adrenaline setting her heart beating too fast.

“Marinette,” Tikki complained, groggily floating after Marinette as she scrambled down the ladder. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing?” Marinette shot back. “I’m late for school!” Marinette frantically searched for clean clothing, why wasn’t there any clean clothing? She made a mental note to do laundry that weekend as she struggled into a t-shirt that almost certainly wasn’t stained.

“But it’s Saturday.”

Marinette froze, one arm through the wrong hole of the t-shirt and stretching it at just the right angle to see the large mustard stain splashed across the front of the supposedly clean garment. She turned to Tikki, who was watching her with completely undisguised amusement.

“Saturday,” Marinette said weakly. Tikki giggled and nodded. Marinette sighed, slumping against the ladder, the t-shirt still halfway on. Tikki was right. It was Saturday. She didn’t have anything to do the entire day for once and she didn’t need to be up for hours. She considered crawling back into bed, but she was already awake. She sighed again and wrestled with the stained shirt until it was on properly. “Guess I’ll go ahead and get breakfast.”

“Um, Marinette you might want to put on real clothes first,” Tikki said, moving in front of Marinette as she started towards her trap door.

“We always do pajamas on Saturdays,” Marinette said, waving Tikki off and opening the door.

“Marinette, wait-” Tikki hissed, but Marinette was already walking downstairs, yawning widely and scratching at her messy hair.

Marinette froze for the second time that morning when she caught sight of Adrien. Sitting in her kitchen. With her parents. Because they’d invited him to spend the day with them. And there she was in her pajamas and bedhead and mustard stain.

“Good morning, Marinette,” Adrien said cheerfully, beaming at her as if she wasn’t gaping at him from the stairs.

“Ah, I see sleeping beauty has awoken,” Mr. Dupain said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that did not bode well for Marinette.

“Good morning, A-Adrien,” Marinette managed to squeak. She inwardly winced at her stuttering words. She’d been doing so much better, needed to do better since her kind parents had basically decided to adopt Adrien once they learned how starved for parental affection he was.

Marinette considered her options. She could stutter some sort of excuse and disappear into her room until she could at least pretend to be a normal human. Or she could continue down the stairs as if she wasn’t planning her funeral inside of her head.

In the end, Adrien’s heartbreakingly excited smile, tinged at the edges with disbelief, decided for her.

“Hope you left me some pancakes,” Marinette said, continuing down the stairs with her chin lifted and her shoulders back, determined to enjoy this day with Adrien.

romineitor  asked:

35+Romanogers :,D

Fluff, fluff, fluff. I tried for a plot. It didn’t work.

35. As a goodbye (the way you said “I love you” meme)

“We should’ve just eloped.”

Natasha feels her lips twitch into a bit of a smirk as she tilts her head to meet Steve’s gaze. He winks, tucks her in close, closer, and she hums, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as she whispers, “Don’t let Pepper hear you.” His chest rumbles with a chuckle and he tips her chin forward, kissing the middle of her forehead. He’s being a little bit ridiculous right now, because it’s not as if they’re incapable of spending one night apart, but, it’s different this time. She’s never paid much attention to wedding traditions before, because she never though she’d need to. She’d never thought she’d be here – tucked into Steve’s arms, his eyes sparkling with affection, with adoration, the ring on her finger twinkling under the chandelier of Tony and Pepper’s penthouse. She never thought she’d be anyone’s girlfriend, or fiance, or wife, but, here she is.

Natasha has gone along with most of what Pepper has insisted on, because she trusts the woman, and because she’d left a majority of the planning in her hands. But this might be one tradition Natasha might have to pass on, if it means that she has to spend the night before the wedding without Steve.

“Let her.”

She rolls her eyes, feeling herself smile as she brushes her thumb over the apple of his cheek. He snatches her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm. “It’s one night,” she points out, though she can hear the reluctance in her own voice. She has half a mind to slip away with Steve so they can take a cab back to their apartment, though she’ll have to be back in the morning to get ready, anyway. Pepper had been adamant about the dress staying here, so Steve couldn’t peek. It makes sense for Natasha to stay, and for Steve to go back to Sam’s, since that’s where the guys will be getting ready tomorrow, but still.

They should’ve just eloped.

“We can do a lot with one night,” he says, voice low in her ear, and she digs her nails into him a little and gives him this look because – god, he can’t say things like that to her. Not when she knows he won’t be able to actually follow up on it.

(Well, that’s not exactly true. They’ve had sex in the penthouse before.)

“Okay, I’m stopping you two right here,” Tony cuts in, slipping an arm around Natasha’s waist and pulling her from Steve’s arms. Steve says his name, one eyebrow raised, and Tony squints at him, pointing a finger. “Oh, don’t start with me, Cap. We all know what happens when we let you two make heart-eyes at each other for too long. You know, I still can’t use my own guest bathroom.”

Natasha smirks. Steve chuckles, shakes his head.

Sharon comes to stand beside Natasha, linking their arms together and grinning at Steve. “Like it or not, your girl ours for tonight.”

“It’s one night apart,” Sam chimes in, clapping a hand on Steve’s back.

“I don’t want to spend one night apart from her. I thought that was the point.”

“Stop,” Natasha says, glaring at him playfully as her cheeks flush and her heart does a stupid little flutter in her chest. It’s ridiculous that he can still make her blush, make her heart skip. He grins at her like he knows what she’s thinking – he probably does, because he always has – and she rolls her eyes and smiles.

“I think it’s time we head out,” Bucky chimes in, though, he seems rather content with not moving at all with Wanda perched on his lap like that.

Steve casts him a look. “You, too, Buck?”

Bucky shrugs and Wanda giggles, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Now, kiss your fiance and get out,” Pepper orders, giving Steve a smile when he arches an eyebrow at her. “I mean it. Before I have you dragged out.”

“That’s cold, Pep,” he says, feigning offense, and then he snatches Natasha’s hand and tugs her out of Sharon’s grasp and to his chest, too quick for them to quite catch. He slants his lips over hers, kissing her, hard, and Natasha feels her stomach flip, her heart stutter. If she wasn’t craving his kiss so much, she’d be a little more pissed that he’s doing this to her right before he has to leave – and she swears she feels him smirk against her lips, as if that was his intention all along. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was. He’s always been an ass like that.

He nips at her lower lip once, twice, before pulling away, and her eyelashes flutter as she stares up at him.

The next time he kisses her, she’ll be his wife. Her blood thrums at this.

“I love you,” he tells her, breath warm against her face. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” she promises. He grins, runs the pad of his thumb over her knuckles, and she squeezes his fingers a little tighter. “And I love you, too.”

Black Cats’ Luck

Adrien’s side of Lady Luck’s Curse

A couple people asked me to continue this…*sigh* I broke my own rule…

But as you wish…

Adrien sighed as Nathalie allowed him a break A whole 15 minutes of no modelling…wonderful…he thought to himself. Adrien was just about to find a place to transform and run off somewhere before he spotted Marinette waving at him from the side. Adrien smiled before approaching her “Hey Marinette! What’s up?” he asked. “Oh! N-Nothing! I was just…I mean…I was passing by and…saw you modeling and just wanted to say hi…so…hi?”

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Thirty Times

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Adrinette

Rating: K+

Prompt: Theatre AU-I’ve seen this play about thirty times and you were my favorite character and you did it so beautifully I just had to tell you at stage door, oh wait, wow, you’re attractive

AN: Not fifteen minutes, but as an actor and playwright, I fell in love with this premise and ran with it. Enjoy!

Thirty times he’d seen this play. Thirty times he’s come to this very theatre, sat in the middle Orchestra seating level and stared up onto the ornate proscenium stage to watch these same performers weld the magic they called theatre. Thirty times he’d read through his Playbill. Thirty times he was the first to stand up with a roaring ovation culminating the actors final bows. And thirty times he’d come back to see the wonderful stage show “Miraculous”, partly because of how “miraculous” of a show it was (pun fully intended), and partly because he was infatuated with the lead actress.

Ladybug was the character’s name, her alias if you will, a street smart detective graced with devilish wit and draped in beautiful fashions of a more elegant era. With her partner, Cat Noir, they solved the same crime each night, recovering the Miraculous Jewel of Paris from the dastardly villain Papillon, and returning it to it’s rightful place in the French Embassy. No matter how many times he’d seen it, he still managed to fall in love again. Not only with the production, but with the girl on stage herself.

He knew her real name was Marinette Dupin-Cheng and that she was around his age. According to her bio, she was a recent Yale graduate and this was her first time in an Off-Broadway production. It did not change the fact that she was unbelievably talented, with the reviews and critical claim to back her up as well.

He came every night that he didn’t have a late shoot in the city or assuming it wasn’t already sold out which thankfully had only happened to him once, on opening night. Any night that Adrien could, he’d faithfully walk into the theatre, where the ushers now knew him by name, and take his place amongst many others to watch the lights come up, and the actors take life once more. Tonight made number thirty.

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