sleep!hair is not a look i rock

anonymous asked:

Did you ever get the impression or vibe that Zuko & Katara both liked each other towards the end of Book 3? I did, like Zuko's reaction and him saving Katara and Katara's face watching Zuko take the lighting for her sells it completely like that screams love, but also the little things like them sleeping next to each other, Zuko sitting next to her during the play and Katara fixing her hair when Zuko sits down next to her, also all the times Katara teases him, they liked each other clearly!

Yes! I did!!! From the hug in Southern Raiders and on, I felt like subtle hints were being made that Zuko and Katara had crushes on each other. 

1) First of all, this hug was something fierce. 

Originally posted by captainmikasaackerman

2) Ember Island Players was FULL of it. 

Originally posted by thxdivinemove

[ Move the fuck over bitchboi, byeeeee ]

Originally posted by thezukonation

[ casual flirting and flirty looks teasing ]

[ then there’s bullshit when play!katara is fucking play!zuko behind the rock in the catacombs. yeah. you two are real subtle. ]

3) There’s this little look of complete innocence and not at all an ‘oh my god his hand is on my shoulder’ look. Just look how content she is being touched by him. She just like chills and stares. RIP

Originally posted by tara1517

4) TheN THERE’S THIS NONSENSE SOEIFJIO:SEJFIO:JWE:F 

Originally posted by queen-of-destruction-nemesis

[okay y’all okay. whatever you little dweebs]

I’m like 95% sure they had a crushes on each other:

EXHIBIT A: Rescuing her by literally shoving Suki out of the way

EXHIBIT B: long stares at her back with the sunset in the distance 

Originally posted by zuzusexytiems

EXHIBIT C: THIS BULLSHIT. (JUST CASUAL LIFESAVING)

EXHIBIT D: WTF IS THIS LOOK KATARA???? YOU’RE CRYING OVER HIM.

EXHIBIT E: And this one??? WITH CASUAL HAND ON LOWER BACK NONSENSE

Yeah, they liked each other. That’s it. I’m actually pretty sure Zuko loved her. Now, whether this was intentional ship baiting by Bryke, or moves made by the Zutara shippers in animation/writing, I cannot tell you. RIP ZUTARA. RIP. 

Dead Girl Walking (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2066

Warnings: Steamy content (well, the title gives that away)

Summary: Connor and Y/N get cast as JD and Veronica in their college production of Heathers. This doesn’t help the crush Y/N has been harbouring on Connor since freshman year of high school.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: Here it is!! This was partially inspired by some requests I got for this, and partially inspired by my Heathers!AU with @memeing-through-a-window

“Hello everyone! To those of you who do not take drama as a class, I am Mr Reyes. I will be directing this production.” Mr Reyes said, and there was a spattering of applause across the auditorium.

“Now, I’m sure you’re all dying to find out your roles in our upcoming production of Heathers. Here we go.” Mr Reyes said, and everyone inhaled sharply.

I crossed my fingers and looked over at my best friend Zoe, her eyes shut tightly in anticipation.

“In the role of Martha Dunnstock, Alana Beck.” Mr Reyes said and we all clapped politely, looking at Alana who was smiling brightly.

“The role of Kurt Kelly goes to Jake Dillinger, and Ram Sweeney goes to Richard Goranski.” A celebratory whoop came from a few rows back, and I chuckled at the boys’ reaction.

“The roles of Mr Kelly and Mr Sweeney will go to Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere.” I smirked slightly, knowing that Mr Reyes was slightly sneaky with his casting of those roles.

“Mr and Mrs Sawyer will be played by Chloe Valentine and Brooke Lohst.” I clapped softly, glancing over at the pair.

“And now, onto the Heathers themselves. Due to the lack of women interested in this production, we have had to give some of our Heathers to the men.” Mr Reyes said, and I snorted, drawing some attention.

“Heather McNamara will be played by Evan Hansen, and Heather Duke will be played by Jared Kleinman. Heather Chandler, our only female Heather, will be played by Zoe Murphy.” Mr Reyes said, and I squeezed Zoe’s hand.

She was smiling widely, and I knew she was going to crush it as Heather Chandler.

“The lovely Christine Canigula will be playing Ms Fleming.” Christine beamed at Mr Reyes, and I felt very happy for her.

“This leaves our two leading roles. Jason Dean will be played by Connor Murphy, and Veronica Sawyer goes to Y/N Y/L/N! Congratulations to you all.” Mr Reyes said, and I looked over at Connor, my eyes wide.

I’d been crushing on Connor since freshman year of high school, and here we are, freshman year of college, and those feelings haven’t gone away.

“Now, rehearsals will start next Wednesday, so be ready. The original cast recording is somewhere online, so listen to it. That’s all.” Mr Reyes said, ushering us out of the auditorium.

As soon as we were out the double doors, I was bombarded with various congratulations.

“You’re so lucky, oh my god.” Zoe said, wrapping me in a side hug. I felt my cheeks go pink, and I smiled gratefully at her.

“Thanks. I do, however, have to have fake sex with your brother onstage. You know how I feel about him, Zo.” I said and Zoe cackled, throwing her head back.

“Well, let’s just say things might end up working out for you two.” She said, winking at me. My cheeks went a brighter pink, and I went to say something, but was interrupted by someone coughing.

I whirled around to see Connor standing there, his hair partially covering his face.

“Hey Y/N. Can I talk to you for a sec?” Connor asked and I nodded, glancing back briefly at Zoe.

Connor shot me a half smile, and walked away. I trailed behind him, jogging slightly.

“So, what’s up?” I asked, catching my breath a little. Connor rocked back and forth on his heels, and I frowned slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering, seeing as we’re going to be spending a lot of time together onstage and in rehearsals, if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch with me?” Connor asked, wringing his hands together.

My cheeks went a bright shade of pink, and I nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. I mean, yeah, of course.” I said, realising I was probably coming on too strong.

“Awesome. I’ll, uh, meet you here at 12. Today.” Connor said and I smiled brightly at him.
“Bye Y/N.” He said, and I waved him off.

“Bye Connor.”


“You guys are coming along incredibly. Everyone except Y/N and Connor can go.” Mr Reyes said, and I glanced over at Connor awkwardly.

Everyone else trailed out of the auditorium, until it was just Connor, Mr Reyes and I left.

“Now, I thought you two would appreciate not having everyone else in the room for this next song.” Mr Reyes said and I gulped, looking at Connor with wide eyes.

“I think you two both know which song I’m talking about. We won’t go through the full choreography just yet, but we still need to start rehearsing it.” Mr Reyes said, patting the both of us on the shoulder.

I took in a deep breath and walked up onto the stage, fidgeting with my blazer. I wasn’t in my proper costume, but I was wearing an outfit that resembled my costume.

“From the top, you two.” Mr Reyes said, pressing play on the music. It started playing and I bit my lip.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday eight am, I’ll be deleted.” I sang, glancing over at Connor briefly.

“They’ll hunt me down in study hall. Stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?” I sang, walking forward a little.

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike.” I looked up at Connor, who was now lying down on the raised platform.

“Wait. Here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking. I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, walking up the platform stairs.

“Before they punch my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, standing in front of Connor, who was now on his feet.

“Veronica. What are you doing in my room?” Connor asked, and I shushed him, waving my hand about wildly. Mr Reyes chuckled, and I took in a deep breath.

“Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you.” Connor’s eyes widened at this line, and Mr Reyes’ laughter increased.

“Heather says I gots to go, you’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth, and lose them tightie whities. C'mon!” I sang, undoing my blazer.

“Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walking. Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking.” I said, shoving Connor down by his shoulders.

“Let’s go, you know the drill. I’m hot, and pissed, and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.” I sang, trying to keep my voice even as Connor’s hands crept up near the hem of my skirt.

I crouched down, looking Connor in the eye. I noticed that one of his eyes was coloured differently, and I felt my heart lurch.

“And you know, you know, you know. It’s cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.” I sang, putting my hands on Connor’s chest.

His chest was surprisingly firm, and his face was rapidly reddening. “So the world’s unfair. Keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Let’s make this beautiful.”

“That works for me.” I pressed my lips to Connor’s, and kissed him with fervour. He kissed back eagerly, and I pulled off my blazer, still keeping our lips together.

I pulled off his shirt, and I let out a gasp at the sight of his bare chest. I pulled away from the kiss, and noticed Connor’s eyes cloud with something dark.

I pushed him down so he was on his back, and I was straddling him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I started kissing his neck and moved my lips further down his chest, kissing furiously.

“Yeah! Full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking.” I sang, reluctantly pulling away from Connor.

“How’d you find my address?” Connor sang, sitting up slightly.

“Let’s break the bed, rock this dead girl walking!” I sang, throwing my arms up in the air.

“I think we tore my mattress.” Connor sang, glancing towards the ground.

“No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew.” I sang, getting a good look at Connor. His eyes wide, his cheeks flushed and his hair mused.

“Okay, okay.” He sang quietly, earning a chuckle from Mr Reyes.

“Get your ass in gear. Make this whole town disappear.”

“Okay, okay.” Connor sang, his voice stronger this time.

“Slap me.” Connor stage slapped me at this line, and my cheek tingled at the contact.

“Pull my hair.” Connor tugged my head back by my hair, and tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Touch me there, and there, and there.” My breath hitched as Connor’s hands roamed over my ass and breasts.

“No more talking. Love this dead girl walking.” I sang, hitting the high note with ease. Connor sang his part with ease, and I drank in the sight of him beneath me.

“Love this dead girl! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” We both sang together, our bodies harmonising perfectly.

“Ow!” Connor said, grimacing slightly.

“Yeah!” We both sang, and I was surprised at how well Connor could sing. The music concluded, and we were both panting.

Mr Reyes applauded, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “Very well done, you two! You have excellent chemistry, I must say.” Mr Reyes said, as I awkwardly clambered off Connor.

We picked up our clothes and pulled them back on, smiling as we walked off the stage.

“I’ll see you at Friday’s rehearsal. I can’t stress how good that performance was, especially for a rehearsal.” Mr Reyes said as we left the auditorium.

The doors slammed shut behind us, and the air became thick with awkwardness. “I, uh.” I stammered, my cheeks burning.

“I’ll, um, see you on Friday.” Connor muttered, walking away quickly staring at the ground as he did.


“Opening night, people! I just wanted to congratulate you all on your work over the past couple of months, so, congratulations!” Mr Reyes said, applauding us.

I fidgeted anxiously with my costume, the indigo scarf I was wearing seeming to weigh a ton.

“Hey, Y/N, you ok?” Connor asked, and I turned on my heel to face him. The dark costume of JD suited him perfectly, and I felt seriously attracted to him.

“I’m really nervous. What if I screw up? What if I can’t hit one of the high notes? Ugh.” I said, running a hand through my hair.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Connor said, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. I looked up at him, noticing the stage makeup that accented his already beautiful features.

“You are going to knock this out of the park. Your voice is absolutely stunning, and I have the utmost faith in you and your abilities.” Connor said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my cheeks.

I felt my cheeks flush, and I noticed Connor’s cheeks were a similar colour. “Thanks.” I muttered, looking right into Connor’s eyes.

He rubbed circles on my cheek with his thumb, and I took in a deep breath. I leaned forward and connected my lips with Connor’s.

His eyes widened briefly, but he closed them quickly, kissing back eagerly. I tangled my hands in Connor’s hair, tugging on it gently.

He let out a groan, and he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer to him. Suddenly we heard a cough and pulled apart, turning to see where the cough had come from.

We saw Zoe standing there in full costume, a smirk wide on her face. “God, Veronica, drool much?” She said and I snorted, glancing up at Connor.

“It’s not like I’m throwing my panties at him, Heather.” I said, and I noticed Connor freeze momentarily.

“Oh, but you will be soon enough.” Zoe said, winking at the two of us. She walked off with a perfected strut, and I let out a sigh.

“She’s the worst.” Connor muttered and I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“She’s not that bad, Con.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“My god, I love you so much.”

heymichaelleebrownn  asked:

#18 “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” connorxevan :)

RAE YOU KNOW HOW TO PULL AT MY HEART STRINGS YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT I AM STILL DOING THIS FOR YOU

my my my my my boys!! 

—-

Evan fell asleep easily. It took them a month or so of dating to get to the point where they were comfortable enough with each other to cuddle, but the first time they did, Evan fell asleep almost the second he curled up against Connor. Over time Connor came to realize that literally any time that Evan was laying down next to something warm, or with a blanket on top of him, he was in danger of falling asleep. Connor was never annoyed by it, he found it endearing. Evan was constantly anxious in his waking life, but sleeping was one of the few times that he looked completely at peace. Connor cherished these moments. 

Evan was a totally still sleeper. Once he was in a comfortable position, he wouldn’t move. Much to Connor’s dismay, he wasn’t much of a sleep talker as well (Connor had hoped for Evan to say something cute or funny). Evan would just lay there until he woke up. Sometimes it would seem like he wasn’t even breathing, scaring Connor half to death. 

Evan would always wake up and apologize for falling asleep but Connor would brush off the apologies before pulling Evan closer. 

Right now, the sun was warm, and Connor for a split second regretted laying out here. All it took was one look at his (sleeping) boyfriend for the heat from the sun to become irrelevant. Evan’s legs were tangled up with Connor’s which was kind of risky seeing how they were on a hammock. 

Evan mumbled under his breath and shifted slightly, letting out a puff of air. Connor now recognized these signs as Evan waking up. Right on cue, Evan groaned, and moved his body, rocking the hammock. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at Evan. 

“What ya lookin’ at?” Evan’s voice was heavy with sleep. His cheeks were a rosy pink, and his hair was a complete mess. Connor smirked at his boyfriend. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Connor said. Evan blinked at him a few times, his sleepy mind still processing the words. He then blushed even more and buried his head in the crook of Connor’s neck. Connor laughed, and rubbed his boyfriend’s back. All of their movement was shaking the hammock that was already small to begin with, so when Evan moved up to kiss Connor, the hammock tipped over. 

The two boys laughed when they hit the ground, the now empty hammock swinging above them. 

“I love you,” Evan whispered. Connor gazed back at Evan, and knew for sure that he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 |

Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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baby's first night; Shawn Mendes

a/n: a new parents! imagine (a late night/early morning word vomit by sourshawn - yeah, not bbs, but hopefully this makes up for it)

synopsis: shawn and his wife are new parents, and they don’t want to leave baby alone.

Originally posted by nobravery


a little bit of me

a little bit of you

who knew love could be so small - situated in she

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Give me a badass looking boy with a wonderful heart, who would treat me really nice. (He could be stylish, might have a good taste in music, sharp jawline, messy hair, shiny teeth and good butt.)
[Or at least give me someone]
—  Me talking to whoknowswho
Capture and Effect (J.M)

Description - When live on YouNow, fans capture Jonah’s face while looking at you and rumors spread like wildfire.
Warning: Jonah being a smol bean, that’s it


The Marais family was practically your family. You grew up next to them all your life and everything they went through, you went through.

Like when Jonah announced that he’d be moving to L.A to share a house with his four other band mates. You, along with his family, were devastated. Jonah was your best friend, your ride or die, the Clyde to your Bonnie. But then he left and returned ever so often. Of course, you’d visit him a few times but it wasn’t the same.

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i’m missing you like crazy

summary: based on this prompt: “Established long distance relationship, one of them surprises the other by showing up right before midnight [on New Years Eve].” with a side helping of vloggers au! (a mixture of angst and fluff beyond this point)

word count: ~3600

an: happy first day of au week! I probably won’t post very much this week due to juggling way too many mcs, but I hope you enjoy this humble offering that I sort of threw together last night. :)


Emma Swan sits in her favorite booth wearing her favorite slightly oversized sweater with her favorite drink at her favorite diner, across from one of her closest friends, Mary Margaret Nolan.

Mary Margaret has a sweet smile on her lips as she chats about the goings-on in her life, including but not limited to the newly acquired husband Emma had thought Mary Margaret would stop talking about post-wedding.

Turns out, love is inescapable. So is the impending feeling of sadness and guilt over her own love life.

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Never Would I | 2

Part One


“I don’t deserve yeh.”

Harry mumbled under his breath, looking down on his tangled fingers as he looked down on your sick sleeping figure that isn’t turned to face him, his guilt rising when he knows the reason the whole comforter was almost completely wrapped around you because of him for all the wrong reasons.

“Think I really don’t.”

He sighed, the tears in his eyes threatening to come back down again if he wouldn’t go do what he least deserves, a feeling knocking upon him that not everything’s all forgiven.

Harry silently took himself away from lying down on the same bed as you are, giving a second look that made him realize more of what he didn’t before, his feet padding softly across the room with him using his phone as a flashlight faintly with his hand covering it slighy so it wouldn’t wake you up.

It wasn’t until he felt complete regret when he lied down the spare mattress, pillows and blankets he brought from downstairs up to your shared room where he put it just beside your bed, a sink in his chest when he realized the damage he’s done.

“Why — why are you there?”

The fiddling of his fingers stopped, raising his head just a bit and quick so he’d get to meet your eyes but not see the tiredness in them.

“It’s unfair if I wouldn’t’ve moved.”

Your eyes softened at the thought of Harry, out of all people, to feel realization he always had but it’s different this night.

And it’s because it’s his fault now.

“Just — just come up, Harry.”

He took in a sharp intake of breath, shaking his head back and forth with his bottom lip tucked onto his teeth, his eyes filling up with tears.

“N-no.”

Harry’s stern yet he’s vulnerable, his hands shaking as he pulled his pillow closer to him that did nothing to aid his pain right now.

He’s admittedly pained, a little prick in his chest once he heard the sheets moving, a sign that you officially got out of them shivering, his hand silently guiding you.

“Love — no. Go back, c'mon. Just sleep.”

You easily went through his complaints since you already were sat on the mattress, a sorry expression on his face as he handed you to the thick blanket he carried with him.

“Talk to me.”

Harry slightly huffed, a pout on his face as his lips pursed from what should be happening right now and what shouldn’t.

He looked down, a lump forming in his throat that made you think that he’s never been this quiet before, let alone act like this genuinely.

“Should be the one doing this right now.”

You were confused in your point of view since Harry closes himself off at the moment, to you, who he barely does this to until now.

“Love-…”

The hand that was tentatively put on his wrist made him look down on it, his eyes screwing shut as he felt the first wave of tears come out of him, his hand frustratedly going through his hair.

“I don’t deserve you, okay?”

His tone isn’t loud but it’s weak instead, his voice cracking as he hugged his knees closer to his chest, and tried to rock himself back and forth to calm himself down but he knows it’s no use.

“Harry.”

It was a heartbreaking sight to endure, to see Harry crying by himself since he couldn’t sleep with what he did with his remorse being in full display.

Your arms were open for him, taking him underneath them softly until he stopped fighting it, finally melting into your arms as he sobbed more and more as this is the second time it’s happened this night.

“I should be the one comforting you right now.”

His hand was nervously fiddling with your shirt’s end, the shaking of his fingers not being able to be controlled at the moment as he buried his face onto your neck, his tears dampening your neck.

“Well fuck me. Should be the one who’s on your position right now.”

His eyes were blurry from his tears, shakily breathing as the words formed in his head that seemed like the utter truth for him he couldn’t deny, his sobs feeling up the empty space.

“Should be the one who’s showing you that I love you.”

Harry’s undeniably wrong and he knows too that an apology wouldn’t fix it yet it’s only a contigency to say once you fucked up and still wouldn’t bring back what happened.

Your hand’s rubbing circles on his back as his breathing’s slowly going stable, his hands falling to his sides as acceptance was a hard thing to swallow but he’s trying.

He’s trying to make it up to you.

It’s in the middle of the night but Harry is awake as ever, an ache in his chest only you could fix and here’s him, completely under your effect.

With every bit of honest in his body, he spoke. It’s almost as a whisper but it wasn’t to hinder everything he had in mind, every single thing he should be doing.

“You deserve the world.”

Harry’s genuine and he’s letting it show, his hand pressing upon your back that made him have a hint of what you’re feeling.

He loves you and it’s the truth, no lie being in that he’s hurt every time he sees you like this and get less than what you deserve, a promise in his mind forming every time too that he wants to give you every single thing you should be having.

“And I’m trying my best to give it to you.”

The pornstache

(A/N): I’m so sorry you guys but I’m having really bad writer’s block right now and I couldn’t even write my own requests but I was sorta feeling this one so that’s why I’m writing it right now…sorry again

Request: CAN I REQUEST A SEB WITH THE PORNSTACHE? PPL ARE MAKING FUN OF HIM FOR IT AND HE ACTS LIKE HE DOESN’T CARE BUT PART OF HIM DOES BUT IT TURNS READER ON? LOL IDK, FEELIN’ THE STACHE REAL HARD RN HAHAHA.

Warnings: hints of smut

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


   (I actually thoroughly enjoy the pornstache)

  You sigh softly as you listen to the roar of the crowd, just outside the blue curtains. This wasn’t the first time you’d ever been on a talkshow but no matter how many times you were on TV you’d never get used to it. You were much more comfortable behind some glass walls, singing your little heart out, not out in the open for everyone to judge you. 

   “And please welcome our special guest (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The curtains open and you plaster on a smile as you walk out, hoping no one could tell just how scared you were. 

   Jimmy Fallon, the host of the show you were on tonight greeted you with a wide smile and open arms. You gladly meandered into his arms, hugging him lightly as he beamed from ear to ear. 

   “It’s so glad to finally have you back on the show! It’s been what- 2, 3 years?” 

   “I think it’s been three,” You chuckle lightly, grimacing just a bit at your voice. “I’m so lazy, like it takes so much effort to put out music. You have to get out of bed, go to the studios at ungodly hours of the morning, sing for hours on end, and then repeat the whole process again,” You sigh softly, smiling just a bit. “But luckily I can look like shit and no one’s gonna notice right?” Everyone laughs at this, only partly boosting your confidence. 

   “Oh come on,” Jimmy gently smacks your shoulder. “I bet you look great,” 

   “Oh no,” You chuckle. “I look so bad in the mornings, like I’m surprised I don’t scare the shit out of my-” You pause, smiling as you think of your man back home; Sebastian. God, you loved that man more than anything. 

   “Out of your fiancee?” You nod and smile, unable to stop a blush from spreading over your cheeks. 

   “Yeah, I’m surprised he doesn’t leave me or something,” 

   “Um uh-” Jimmy chuckles, unable to even get through his sentence without giggling. “Speaking of your fiancee, aka Sebastian Stan.” At this everyone cheers, hollering and screaming at the mention of the love of your life. What made it even worse was that you knew he was watching from home, no doubt smiling as he recognized that tell tale blush of yours. “Can we just talk about his new facial hair?” At this Jimmy pulls out a picture of Seb with the mustache he’d recently been growing, a god awful pedostache. You laugh hysterically, snorting a bit as you look at the photo. 

   “Oh my god,” You laugh as you reach out and take the photo, looking at it more closely. “He looks like a poor kicked puppy,” You laugh some more, tears nearly falling from your eyes as you look at the picture. 

   “Do you kiss him with that thing?” You nod your head, still cackling at the photo. 

   “Oh it’s so great,” You giggle lightly as you pass the photo back to Jimmy. “But yes- yes I do kiss him with that thing,” 

   “Oh (Y/N),” Jimmy cringes, laughing just a bit. “It’s so bad though-” 

   “I think it’s adorable! Just look at this face!” You gesture to Seb’s face in the photo, still smiling widely. 

   “Everyone thinks it’s so awful though,” 

   “Well I think it’s absolutely adorable,” 

  “You really do?”

  “I really do,” You smile and nod affirmatively, looking at the photo again. 

  “So enough about Seb’s god awful facial hair-” Jimmy directs your attention away from the photograph and instead to an album, more specifically your album. 

   “So this is your fourth or fifth album?” Jimmy asks, giving you a slight smile. And with that conversation you delve into your interview about your most recent album. 


    You try to close your apartment door behind you quietly, hoping that you wouldn’t make enough noise to wake up Seb. It was 3 in the morning after all and after the show Jimmy had wanted you to stay and talk with him, the roots, and all the other guest stars on the show tonight. But as you open the door gently you began to realize that perhaps you may not need to be quiet after all because sitting right there on your couch is Seb, the remote to the TV clutched in his hand. 

   “Seb, What are you doing up?” You ask as you slide your shoes off, reveling in finally being free from the objective material. 

   “I was watching your show,” He mumbles sleepily as he rubs at his eyes in the cutest fashion. “I wanted to stay up and wait for you,” You smile softly as you make your way to the couch, taking a seat beside the exhausted looking Seb. 

   “You should’ve been in bed hours ago,” 

   “ ‘M fine,” Seb mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck, his mustache tickling your skin just lightly enough to border on tickling and pleasure. 

   “You’ve been up filming for hours straight, you should be resting,” 

   “I’m really fine (Y/N),” Seb smiles against your neck, his lips curling upwards wonderfully. “I don’t think I could’ve gone to sleep anyways,” 

   “How come?” You ask as you reach up to run your fingers through Seb’s wonderful hair. 

   “Well I’ve been meaning to ask you something since your show,” 

   “Yeah?” 

   “You really like the mustache?” Seb’s tone held just a bit of insecurity, one that you had to put a stop to immediately. 

   “Yes.” You reply quickly, almost too quickly. “I really like it, you can really rock the look,” 

   “I think you’re the only one who thinks that-” 

   “But that’s all that matters right? Who cares what your fans think, or some stupid magazine? So long as your soon to be spouse enjoys it then that’s all that matters,” Seb smiles gently as he kisses your neck softly, allowing his skin to brush against yours deliciously. 

   “That’s all that matters to me,” You sigh as his lips brush against your sweet spot with every word, each little brush of his lips sending fire to your core. 

   “You know what?” You smirk as you continue to run your fingers through Seb’s messy hair. “I think I’d like that mustache even more if you put it to good use,” Seb pulls away just a bit, looking at you with a curious look. “I bet your lips would feel incredible between my legs right now,” Is all you provide as you spread your legs apart, enticing your fiancee just a bit. 

   “Oh doll,” Seb sighs a bit as he leans down, his lips brushing by the waist band of your dress pants. “I’m gonna make you feel real good,” 

Frustration

I haven’t written anything in a while, so here you go! You have to pay really close attention because this plays a huge role in my next few posts. Plus, it’s like 3AM so I’m sorry if it’s not my best. Enjoy!

Summary: Shawn isn’t sleeping like he should be and it worries you. You try and get him to go to sleep, but it looks like you had to take a different approach.
Requested: Kinda… Not Really. It’ll make sense later.

I ran my hair through my hair as I made my way to the living room. Somehow, I have to get Shawn to stop working and come to bed. If I don’t, he will never go to sleep. I lean against the nearby doorway and watch Shawn from afar. His elbows are rested against his knees and his hands are clasped together under his chin, staring off into space.

“Hey, stranger.” I say making my way into the living room. Shawn opened his eyes and give me a tired smile, extending his arms out to me. He wraps them around my waist once I’m close enough.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice a few octaves deeper. I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. I sat on his lap as he sat back on the couch with a groan, closing his eyes. I looked around and noticed a bunch of red bull cans along with multiple crumpled papers on the floor. I picked up one of the red bull cans.

“Did you drink all of these? You need a break.” I said, placing the can back on the coffee table. I faced my boyfriend, who was now half asleep with me on his lap. “Shawn!”

“Hmm?” He said sitting up and blinking repeatedly. I could see the bags starting to form under his red eyes. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through his hair, letting my nails softly rake against his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned into my hand, letting his eyes close.

“Shawn, you need to go to sleep.” I stated. Shawn sat up, running his hands over his face.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Babe, you’re exhausted. No matter how many red bulls you drink, it’s not going to change the fact that you need to sleep.” Shawn glanced at his lyrics sheets and papers that were lying on the table.  

“I don’t have time. It’s not that much, really. I just have to figure out the cords to a new song, choose a melody and write the right lyrics before I go on tour, which is in…2 days time.” He said with a sigh. “I just…I have to do this Y/N.”

I watch as Shawn looks at all his work. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s so talented and hardworking. He wants to make everything perfect for his fans. He doesn’t want to let anyone down, but he’s only 18. He’s still a growing boy who needs his sleep and if I can’t get him to sleep, then I’ll get to at least relax and take a break. He needs it.With that, I placed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. He kisses back only to pull away.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with his tired brown eyes.

“If you won’t sleep, then at least take a break and relax. Relax with me.” I say placing my lips back on his. He starts to pull away again, but I deepen the kiss, causing him to let out a moan. My hands find the back of his head, pulling softly at his hair.

He pulls me closer to him, causing me to straddle him. I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth as I trail kisses from the base of his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Shawn lets out a low moan.

Suddenly, Shawn flips us over, pinning me to the couch in one move, catching me off guard. He started to place excruciatingly soft kisses on my collar bone, trailing them up to just under my ear. I felt my breathing hitch.


“You can’t tease me like that, Y/N,” Shawn whispered in my ear, kissing up and down my neck.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to stay focused on his words and not the pleasure his lips were creating.

“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He whispered against my skin, giving me goosebumps. “You know, not being able to touch you…kiss you, well, everywhere.”

Shawn’s soft lips grazed over mine as he pinned my hands up above my head, interlocking our hands together. He dipped his head to the base of my neck and started to suck on my soft spot. I let out a moan as he softly bit down on it. Finally, his place his lips on mine, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him in closer to me.

He fiddled with the waist of my loose, but comfortable, pajamas before sliding them off of me. I felt him smirk into the kiss when he realized I was wearing one of his shirts, which he didn’t remove.  Before he could do anything else, I flipped us over so that I was straddling him as he sat on the couch.

“I’m supposed to help you relax, remember.” I said with a smirk. “I heard that massages are supposed to be very relaxing.” I slowly started to palm Shawn over his jeans, earning a grunt from him. After a few minutes of palming him, I undid his pants and slide them off. “But I think it works better if your pants are off.”

With that, I slide my hand into Shawn’s boxers and started to rub him. He threw his head back and bit down on his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster. Usually, it’s Shawn making me feel like this so it’s nice knowing I have this effect on him. I start to rub faster and a string of curse word flow out of Shawn’s mouth.

“Y/N,” Shawn moans, his hands digging into my hips. “Baby.”

Shawn places his hand over mine, causing me to stop jerking him off. His chest rises and falls rapidly and I could tell he was close. He looks me in the eye as he takes off my underwear.

“I need you.” He states, making my heart jump. He pulls off his underwear and picks me up by my hips with ease. He looks at me and I nod my head.

Shawn gently sets me down on top of him with a grunt. I close my eyes at the pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, causing me to let out a moan. I placed my hands on his chest as I start to roll my hips. Shawn and I let out a moan at the same time.

“Faster, Baby.” He moans. I start to roll my hips faster and Shawn throws his head back and bites his lip again as another string of curse words flow out of his mouth. He holds my hips down, making me go down hard on him. I grab onto his bare shoulder to keep my balance, my nails digging into his skin. ”I’m not gonna last much longer.” Shawn grunts in my ear.

“Me neither,” I pant, throwing my head back at the amount of pleasure I’m feeling. I let out a loud moan as Shawn guides my hips down faster. A low grunt escapes Shawn’s mouth as he places his lips over mine. The kiss is passionate, yet hungry. I let out a whimper as I get closer to my high.  

Soon, Shawn stills inside of me and my vision goes white as our highs wash over us. Shawn’s head drops to the crook of my neck and we are both left panting and sweaty. I grab a nearby blanket and slide off of him.

“I guess your gonna get back to work now?” I ask, hoping I tired him out. Shawn shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He lays beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder blades.

“I knew what your plan was when you started kissing me. It turned out better than I thought.” He said and with that, we both drifted off.

Baby 101

Summary: Lance changes your sons diaper.

Pairing: Lance x Reader (and son)

Warnings: just some daddy Lance :)

A/N: Tomorrow I’ll either upload a part of Tainted Love or BITL so be prepared for either one of those. Anyways this is just a lil Lance drabble, hope ya enjoy :)

You were exhausted. Actually, not even exhausted was the right fit for how you felt at the moment. You were drained; tired but you were still sitting in the rocking chair that was in the living room, holding your son who wouldn’t let you have a five-minute nap.

But maybe, just maybe he would this time. He was calm, eyes fluttering closed and you let out a sweet sigh, a lazy smile spread on your face. Your eyes began to close as well, hoping for even a minute of sleep but that dream was soon crushed  when your son began crying.

Your eyes snap open and land on your baby. “There’s no tears coming from your eyes you faker.”

This made your son wail even more and you groan. “I can’t get five minutes of sleep? Just five minutes?”

Your son continued to cry and you rocked him back and forth. “Where’s your dad at?” you sigh, looking at the front door before turning you gaze back to your baby.

Seeing as the rocking wasn’t helping, you sigh and pull down your shirt to breastfeed. “You hungry, handsome boy? Hmm?”

He wasn’t hungry.

You pull your shirt up and rub his back, trying to calm him down but nothing was helping. It was then that Lance came through the door, hair tousled like he had been running his fingers through it and he dropped his bag on the floor. He lets out a sigh and shuts the door, laying his head on the wood.

“Sorry I’m late. Cassie kept messing up her routine so we had to stay even later until she got it right.” He sighed, turning around to you. Cassie was one of his students. She was fourteen years old and super nice.

“It’s okay,” you hummed.

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed and he nodded over to his son. “What’s wrong with Caleb?”

It’s your turn to sigh. “He won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. I tried everything and-” you pause and lift your son up, smelling him. “He needs his diaper changed. That’s why he’s crying.”

You rub your eyes and sigh once more before moving to get up. Lance – seeing how tired you were – placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit back down. “I’ve got this, baby.”

“Are you sure? I just need to-”

“You’re tired. Go to the room and get some sleep. I’ll watch Caleb.” He cuts you off.

You smile and stand up. “Thank you so much Lance.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “Anything for my wife.” He pulls away and takes your son in his hands. “C’mon my little cabbage, let’s get you changed.”

You smile as you walk to yours and Lance’s shared room. Lance calls Caleb “little cabbage” because the first thing you changed him into was a green onesie and it made him laugh because he looked like a little cabbage.

Upon entering the room, you stretch before climbing into bed and snuggling up. You were almost asleep when you heard Lance talking to your son.

“We gotta let mommy sleep because she’s tired and she needs her beauty sleep. Not that she’s not beautiful already. No, your mommy is the most gorgeous mommy alive and I’m a very lucky guy.” you hear him say and you smile. After his little speech you hear Lance pulling the adhesive tabs off and your eyes widen.

You jump out of bed and run over to Caleb’s nursery. “Lance, wait! You have to-”

You arrive in time to see Caleb peeing all over Lance. “Oh fuck,” he cursed, covering his sons privates with the diaper again. “He pissed all over me!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh but failing immensely. Lance glares at you and you watch the liquid drop off of his chin and onto his shirt.

“You think this is funny?”

You shut your mouth. “No..” but it doesn’t take long for you to burst into laughter once again.

Lance looks over at his son who was gurgling happily and he shakes his head. “Cabbage, what the hell man? You’re not supposed to pee all over daddy.”

Your son only smiles at his father and you grin. “Go change and wash your face, I’ll finish this.”

Lance sighs. “Okay but afterwards you’re taking a nap,” You nod and he smirked at you. “cause you need all the energy you can get now that your doctor cleared you for sex.”

You shake your head at his words, trying not to smile but failing. “Shut up and go change.”

“Will do.” The two of you meet halfway. “But first, kiss me.”

He leans in but you move away quickly. “Lance!”

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “I’m going.”


A/N: I have a friend named Caleb who I sometimes call cabbage (but I mostly call him Chelsea {Chelsea is the girl version of Caleb I guess you could say} he even signed my get-well card with Chelsea back in 8th grade lmao) so that’s where the inspiration for cabbage comes from lmao. Hope ya liked this lil drabble, tell me what ya think!

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Dating V would include

Originally posted by jeonbase

Kim Taehyung
- Okay this boy
- You’d never know what to expect
- One moment he’s there then the next you turn around and he’s gone???
- Where’d he go???
- You would steal his jackets and he wouldn’t even be mad because oh my gosh you’re wearing his clothes
- He could double as a pillow/ teddy bear while sleeping
- There would seriously never be a boring moment
- Ever
- Couples clothes
- Building forts together, esepcially in the colder months
- Lazy mornings
- Lying in bed together, cuddling while it rains
- Or playing in the rain, it varies
- Whispering in the dark to each other at night
- His precious square smile all the time
- Really deep voice omg
- You’d want him to sing you to sleep all the time
- And he’d happily do it
- If anyone makes you upset you know he’s ready to fight them
- But first he’s going to hug you and make sure you’re okay
- He’d probably rock back and forth and stroke your hair to calm you down
- Best friend couple tbh
- You trip each other and wrestle
- But it turns into laughing and cuddling and cute smooches
- MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE I MEAN WHAT
- He looks pure but he’s a sexy lil shit
- And he k n o w s it
- That tongue
- Frick
- MOVING ON
- You think you have a date with Taehyung
- But in reality you have a date with Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook
- You’re third wheeling on his dates with the maknae line
- Or even fourth wheeling
- Okay just putting this out there
- If you guys have kids
- He will be such a gREAT FATHER
- GOSH
- I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE DAY HE HAS KIDS
- He’d just be so kind and loving and all tHIS WILL PROBABLY BE COVERED IN A LATER MORE IN DEPTH POST
- If you’re also weird and outgoing, Yoongi might cri bc he just wants to sleep
- But he cannot because you and Tae are just doing something
- God knows what
- Probably rapping Cypher together outside of Yoongi’s door
- While Yoongi is lying in bed with a pillow over his face
- You’ll be there for the day Tae finally gets to have his own Cypher
- (please let that day come)
- You’re really supportive him and he’s really supportive of you
- You honestly might come home to a pet goat one day
- “Tae.. what is this?”
- “A goat.”
- “Yeah but- you know what okay.”
- It’s better to not ask questions with him
- B A C K H U G S
- So much cuddling
- And snuggling
- AND JUST HOLDING EACH OTHER
- So much skinship in general tbh
- He just wants to make you feel loved
- Have u seen his hands
- U get to hold those hands
- You’re just so lucky to have Taehyung be your boyfriend let alone be in your l i f e he’s just such a blessing
- Everyday will just be full of love with you two
- So much that the other boys will be sick of your love (secretly jealous)
- But like I said, it’s just such a loving relationship

Nyx-Chapter 9

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

To your surprise Thor does not attempt to ravish you, instead he waves a hand, magic leaking from his fingers. Your appearance is righted instantly, twigs and mud gone from you.

He pulls a warm night dress over your head, gently unclasping the jewelry adorning your neck, placing it on the dresser. He leads you toward the bed, changing his own clothing as he goes, placing himself behind you and pulling you to his chest. “I wish for you to tell me everything” he requests gently.

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A Mother's Arms

Originally posted by nigmax7

Just a teeny, tiny, little, itty, bitty fluff nugget for Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to all my Moms, Step-Moms, Grandmothers, Aunts, God Mothers, any woman who makes a difference in a child’s life, today is your day! (Not my gif, I borrowed it, cuz its so damn cute and kinda fits my little story. I am in love with this gif, by the way.)

I’m tagging, cuz why the heck not :) let me know if you want on/off my tag list.

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Peter Pan Imagine Request/King and Queen

“ Hello! Reading through your OUAT Peter Pan imagines and they are super great!!! I also saw you like suicide squad and i LOOOVVEEEEE that too. I was wondering if I can request an imagine sort of mixing the two? Like where it’s Peter and the reader and they’re both a little(or a lotta) nuts but they’re like totally obsessed with each other and like not like regular HQ and Joker where it’s abusive but more like the suicide squad relationship? I’m sorry if this is too hard to follow but thank you!”

I honestly had so much fun with this, enjoy!

Warnings: Possessive Pan,cussing,smut,violence.


Before Y/n ran off and joined the King and the lost boys, she was a sophomore student, getting straight A’s and even joining clubs, also was running for school president, of course she won, she was the first sophomore to win , and she owned that title.

Peter would visit her every night at her window, he would constantly flirt with her, play with her hair, touch her arm, hand, even her face on occasion.

“Oh Y/n, you know I live for these moments with you.” he smiled 

“Pan..” you would blush and look down.

“What Y/n? And I told you, it’s Peter for you.” he would smirk and your heart would flutter with butterflies.

“You know I can’t leave.” you say with a smile.

“Oh I think you can, I think you’re just a little frightened.” he says as he rubs your arm.

“What about school?” you ask

“What about it?” he says in a sassy tone

You giggle, “You’re crazy Pan.”

“Oh, i’m not crazy, I’m psychotic.” he winks at you and leaves your window once again.

Peter drove you crazy, mentally and sexually. He would leave you little gifts, every night, it would be something such as simple as a flower, a heart shaped leaf, he was sweet, sometimes, other times, well …

“Who the hell was that walking you home today?” Peter would ask you in a stern tone.

“He’s my class mate Peter, he was being nice” you say

“ I don’t give a damn what he is, you’re mine remember? “ 

He would walk around your room pacing the floor, almost tearing out his hair, the thought of you with someone else drove him crazy, he wanted you all to himself, and if he didn’t feel like he had you, then it was down hill from there. He was obsessed with you, it was hot, and terrifying all at the same time.

It only took half a school year to get you wrapped around his finger, would’ve been shorter but he had things to do in Neverland at times and couldn’t talk to you for many hours of the night.

“I need you to do something for me my love.” he smirked.

“Anything, I mean . What is it?” you say

That day, was the day you were changed.

You trusted Peter, even when he had your life on the line.

“Jump.” he smiled at you, almost a insane smile.

“We’re on a building, I am not jumping,“

“jump for me, all you need to think about is happy thoughts.” peter said

You look in his eyes, “What if I fall?”

“Oh but darling, what if you fly?” he smiles

He then pushes you and you grab unto him, and he smiles wickedly.

“PETER!” you yell at him

“Oh come on love I told you I got you, now it’s on to Neverland.” he flys and takes you away to the place you now call home.

Y/n and Peter became the king and queen of Neverland, and God forbid anyone who tried to take away his queen.

You had been on Neverland for a while now, you and Peter would do everything together, he would take you on trips to fly around Neverland, sometimes you would leave Neverland but once in a great while for it was dangerous for you.

You would fight off pirates with Peter, you even held down hooks hand while Peter cut it off.

“DO IT!” you still remember telling him and him laughing while he did it,

You ran Neverland, you knew every creek,branch, flower, and rock that was on their, nobody could tell you what to do, sometimes not even Peter, but only sometimes.

You wake up to Peter putting his clothes on, the sight of his body was so damn gorgeous.It was stunning, his perfect arms, his muscles on his back, his v shaped line looking at his stomach you could see the 8 pack he had, you saw his sharp jawline and his fingers running through his chestnut hair.

 Everything, everything about him made you obsessed.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked

“We barely slept Peter” you smile

“Oh I know.” he winks at you and you simply giggle

He comes to the bed and gets on top of you, softly kissing your neck and jawline

“Peter if you start this up we may miss breakfast” you giggle

“Well I can just eat you” he smirks

“Peter I’m hungry!” you whine

“Okay okay, get dressed and meet me at the campsite, we’ll eat breakfast together.”

“Okay love you.” you yell as he walks out the door

“Love you!” you heard him yell back.

About an hour later you walked to the campsite and didn’t see Peter so you went to the boys, they were talking about nonsense, so you decided to practice fighting with your swords and knives, you got a lot of the boys attention, they made a circle surrounding you, admiring you and some staring you in a new way.

Peter soon came after and broke up the circle but then quickly smiled and realized you were getting the attention you deserved.

“Peter, you got a bad bitch, she’s hot.” says  lost boy

Peter turned to him ,brows frowning, he didn’t like the way he said that.

He then whistles and you come to his call.

“Yes?” you say as you walk to him.

“Come to your king.” as he pats on his lap

“Listen love I need you to do something for me okay?” Peter says.

“Oh anything Peter.” you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Go and make my loyal lost boy happy.” he looks at the lost boy, he was confused and worried.

You walk over and sit by the lost boy “You want me? I’m all yours.” you smile

Peter watches you, his eyes turn evil and starts to breath heavily.

The lost boy looks at Peter “Look Peter I don’t want no beef.” he says with his arms up signaling he doesn’t want anything to do with this.

“You don’t want no beef? No beef, no beef, no beef, no beef…” Peter says almost in a haunting voice

“Wait you don’t want me?” you gasp “Fine don’t waist my time then..” you say as walk over to Peter and rest your arm on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong ? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” Peter asked the lost boy

Now everyone is surrounding you 3, wondering what was going to happen next.

“No it’s just that’s your girl Pan” he says

“That’s right.” he says

What happens next is a mess, he throws him against a tree, beating the life out of him, you had to stop him, you didn’t care who Peter killed, but he was a lost boys, and just because he made a mistake you didn’t think he deserved to die.

“Let this be a lesson, don’t look at my girl, don’t touch my girl, don’t even think about my girl, you sick shit heads.” Peter say as he grabs you and starts to walk away.

From that day nobody even tried anything with you, they were better off with the drowning mermaids.

“Peter that was a little harsh don’t you think?” you tell Peter

“No I don’t think that was harsh, as a matter of fact I should’ve slit his fucking throat.” he says sternly.

“PETER” you yell

“What?!” he yells back

“You are mine, and mine alone, and if you ever disobey-”

“Disobey? Oh so am I your child now?” you ask sarcastically

“You’re my queen, if anybody touches you I will murder them.” he grabs your face and kisses your lips.

“You don’t understand, I’m in love with you.”  he pushes you against a tree and grabs your ass, you moan a bit but he cups your mouth and puts his finger to his lips signaling you to shush.

You nodded and let his fingers linger around every inch of your body.

“Peter please.” you whined

“All that chit chat’s gonna get you hurt, do you want it to hurt?”

You nod.

Peter and you never made love, it was always rough, dirty, and just simply nasty.

He’d pull your hair, smack your ass, bite you, make you scratch his back til there would be droplets of blood, he never took it easy on you, and you were perfectly fine with that, because after he would treat you gentle and kind, he never showed you his feelings until after sex, he saw your pain, and seeing you in pain turned him on like no other.

The next day you could barely walk, in fact you could barely move, the day after those type of nights he would let you rest and would check in on you. He would come bring you breakfast and lunch, and by dinner you  would be able to walk and go hang out with him, he was in love with you, and you were n love with him, and nothing could tear you apart.

That day you stood inside making Peter clothes and trying to figure out how to make dinner for tonight, dinner was a special thing for you guys, you all loved dinner, it was the best time of the day, everyone came and could relax, personally Peter’s favorite time of the day, he would tell his stories and fighting adventures, Peter loved getting attention, especially if it was from you, he craved it.

You loved seeing him happy, he was the cutest, he would smile and his eyes would brighten up, he made all these type of facial expressions and his hands would be flying everywhere. You felt happy knowing he was happy.

“Now, lets go steal run from Hook eh?” Peter says

All the lost boys yell “YEAH!” and you shoot up and laugh wickedly , finally some fun

You all sneak unto Hooks ship,giggling and laughing, Peer signals you all to be quite as you all get closer o the rum. This is when you all get serious.

You sneak into the room, you grab unto Pans arm, he smiles at you and brings you closer to him, you kissed him and he kissed you back.

“You ready love” he smiles

“Let’s do it.” you say

You all run in and attack the pirates, some snuggling the rum, some taking weapons, you were fighting off the pirates right with Peter, you had a sword and kept swinging and eventually knocked out a couple pirates, you were laughing and giggling so much you didn’t notice that Hook himself was right behind you.

A bird call was made and that was the sign to move out.

“COME ON BOYS!” Peter yelled and stared to run with the lost boys following him

You started to run as well but then a hand goes over your moth and takes your sword, before you knew it you were tied up and blindfolded and put somewhere cold and it smelled like rm and sweat.

Peter and the lost boys made it back to the campsite all was good, they cheered and yelled for they made it back with jewels, rum, and new weapons.

“Let’s see all the prizes now shall we?” Peter said

“YEAH!”

Peter opened the bag and showed all the stuff giving something to each lost boy, letting them hold it so that they’d feel special.

While everyone played with their new toys and drink, Peter felt different but couldn’t put his finger on it.

He looked around his eyes grew big and his heart became heavy, he felt sick and like he was about to faint.

“WAIT” he yelled

All the lost boys stood quite and looked at him a bit worried

“Where is she?” he became weak

“She must be on the ship!” a lost boy said

“Oh no!” an other one said

“We have to go get her!” said an other

“What are we waiting for lets go!” Peter yells.

He felt scared, he was terrified, the only thing keeping him stable was gone, if he didn’t have you by tonight, he’d go crazy, well even more crazy than he already is.

By the time he got to where Hook’s ship was it was gone, Peter’s knees hit the floor. “That fucking basterd, I’ll kill him.” he yells.

The lost boys all spread out and try to find you, Peter also runs and tries to finds you, he searches high and low every crook in the corner, under every rock, even begged the mermaids for help, but nobody could find you.

Will he ever the love of his life? Where would Hook even take her? What does he want with her? Will the king ever find his queen? So many questions ran through his head, he sat down and pulled his hair, he began to become crazy.

CALLOUT POST FOR @lavenderdreamer13​ bc we met this summer

1. stays up waaaaaay too late to make her Klance Art™

  • like, she literally pulled all nighter the day we were going to 3 rock concerts
  • she let me drag her into mosh pit afrer being awake for at least 36 hours
  • all because she was making white haired Keith at my house

2. smells random stuff??  not complete list of thing i saw her smell:

  • empty sketchbook (in a shop)

  • pencil case shaped like a fish

  • uncooked pasta

  • my metal “pencil”case for alcohol markers

  • white sheet of paper

  • cooked bland pasta

  • sleeping bag
  • closed candy bag
  • after i pointed out to her she smells stuff every time i caught her smelling something weird she got this look on her face like she was deeply dissapointed in herself

3. actual conversations i had with her:

  • her:  [bush] crickets have two modes - cricketing and hunting
    me: what…… do you think……. crickets…… hunt…..
    her: The Sound
  • me, suggestively: i licked lots of things
    her: like cheetos. and crickets

4. according to her [bush] crickets that cannot crick (is that even a word) become mountaineers set on climbing the highest tent in the campsite

5. she choked on a dorito while eating it for the first time

6. made voltron s3 bingo. 3 bingos, actually

7. her about me, an 18yo looking much younger than 18 hitting on people who seem at least my age/older but turn out to be younger: pedophilia - plot twist

8. made sexy shrek and drawn bary bee benson from memory

9. abuses memes, honorable mentions:

  • “X? i don’t know her” meme. like. she used it at least 4-5 times a day. for 2 weeks straight
  • “X? in my Y? it’s more likely than you think” at least once a day
  • all of that in verbal conversations

10. let me draw her a garla sona in her sketchbook and almost cried while i was doing that

  • actively kinkshames furries
  • drawn me a garla sona in return and literally banged her head on the table halfway trough the process
  • she named it Nyantek (antek is my name)

11. let me Tell Her About Homestuck

  • patted me on the back while i cried bc i remembered buckets
  • could’t gasp wtf is wrong with homestuck shipping charts
  • still shames me for saying “color fading into terezi” on accident

12. last but not least: first day of meeting after 4 years. she dabbed as a goodbye

anonymous asked:

Omega!Kylo arrives to the Finalizer for the first time. Alpha!Hux expected many things, already exasperated with the person that he has been forced to share the ship with but he never expected the Omega to be a mother already, bringing his baby son with him. Kylo´s mate died (or was killed by Kylo himself) and Hux doesn´t know what to do, his alpha´s intincts tell him to protect and fight for the omega, cuz Alpha!Phasma is doting on Kylo and his son.

There have been rumours about the new Master of the Knights of Ren, but Hux has been reluctant to believe any of them, wanting to everything learn about his new co-commander for himself.

Some say that Kylo Ren is an alpha, some say he’s a beta. There’s talk of his heritage, whispers of his possible relation to Vader himself and repute about his power.

And as Hux stands waiting for the infamous Master Ren to disembark his grand shuttle, all the rumours that’ve spread themselves around the Finalizer over the last few weeks spring to Hux’s mind until he’s managed to convince himself that Master Ren is an alpha like him, come to challenge him in every manner of his position.

The shuttle’s ramp lowers slowly, hydraulics releasing smoke that fans around them and Kylo Ren emerges from the fog, his silhouette cutting through the rising smoke with a sharp offence. He’s clad entirely in black, though Hux is surprised to find such youthfulness on his face; he’s sure he’s heard rumours of Kylo wearing a mask. Soft, black hair, plush pink lips, a strong body that’s perfectly accentuated by his robes.

That, and the piece of dark material that’s wrapped around his chest, holding a sleeping baby inside.

Hux gawks, eyes wide and lips parted. The child is no older than six months; their face still chubby and a tuft of dark hair peaks out from the sling.

But Kylo’s scent is like nothing Hux has ever smelt before; it’s strong but sweet, as though designed to entice others close but fierce enough to be threatened to ward others away.

Master Ren is an omega, and he’s a mother to that baby.

“General Hux, I’m presuming,” Kylo says, and Hux is a little startled, too lost in his own thoughts to realise that they’re now face-to-face.

“Master Kylo Ren,” Hux replies, noting how the omega’s right arm is subconsciously curling around the baby’s shape in the sling. “Welcome on board the Finalizer. Indeed, I am General Hux, your co-commander, it would seem.”

“I have important instructions from the Supreme Leader but before we begin, I’d very much like to be shown to my quarters.”

Kylo glances down to his baby and then straight back up to Hux, his hand rubbing across the curve of the sling, adjusting the child’s weight.

“Of course. I shall personally escort you. This way,” Hux turns on his heel, watching out of the corner of his eye as Kylo follows, droids boarding the shuttle and collecting crates and bags from the cargo hold.

The silence between them makes Hux a little uncomfortable, but he’s surprised to find that Kylo falls into step beside him, keeping up with him; no being less than an alpha would dare to walk at his pace. Already, Kylo is incredibly different from all other betas and omegas that Hux has met, and he’s completely intrigued.

The baby makes a soft whining sound but Kylo quickly hushes him, his hand moving inside the wrap to calm him. Hux watches peripherally, amazed that a Knight so strong with such an aura of mystery around him could possibly be motherly and be gentle–

“I’ll leave you to get settled,” Hux says, halting in front of a door. “A comlink and a datapad are waiting inside for you with everything you could need installed on there.”

“My thanks,” Kylo says, looking at the door. “I’ll get acquainted with the ship’s schedule and layout as quickly as possible.”

“Excellent. I shall leave it to you to contact me once you wish to meet and discuss the Supreme Leader’s business. We have excellent nanny droids on board–”

“No! No. He stays with me,” Kylo almost growls, and Hux almost wants to take a step back. “He doesn’t leave my sight. Snoke is happy with my choice, before you think of informing him of it. Is that clear?”

Hux blinks, mouth agape, feeling as though he shouldn’t be surprised by an omega’s protectiveness over their pup, but Kylo’s eyes are blazing with hatred.

“Transparently,” Hux says, hands held behind his back.

Kylo huffs, but the baby stirs, erupting into a distressed cry before Kylo has the chance to quietly calm him. Whilst still standing in the middle of the corridor, Kylo lifts his pup from inside the wrap and holds him in his arms, rocking him and hushing him, repeating ‘it’s okay’ over and over again; Hux watches in awe.

“General, sir.”

Hux turns to see Captain Phasma standing behind them, helmet under her arm, something held in her outstretched hand.

“Captain. What is it?”

“You dropped the keycard to Master Ren’s rooms on the way up,” she says, handing it to him, and it’s now that Hux notes a black bag in her other hand. “And I thought it best to bring the child’s bag up before the droids begin hassling you. Sir.”

Kylo takes the bag with a shy smile at her, nodding in thanks. Hux rolls his eyes but swipes the door open, confused by his reaction. Nonetheless, Kylo steps inside his new chambers, his child wailing, and Phasma follows him…And Hux is quick behind her.

“Is there anything I can fetch for you, sir? Perhaps some food for him?” Phasma asks, her voice softer than Hux has ever heard her speak.

Clearly, he thinks, his feelings of being threatened by Kylo’s presence were wrong. Phasma’s presence around the omega and the pup–both of whom Hux has just met–is making his blood boil and his heartbeat thrum loudly in his ears.

“He’s just tired,” Kylo says when he sits down on the plush couch, rooting through the bag that Phasma handed to him to find a pacifier, pulling it out with a blue blanket.

“Ah, space travel can take its toll on infants,” Phasma says, nodding. “I’ve read that keeping them swaddled during the journey can quell their irritability.”

Kylo chuckles, smiles, and Hux feels his knees weaken.

“I’ll remember that,” Kylo looks up at her. “Thank you. Captain.”

“It’s Christine, Master Ren,” she salutes, and he nods. “I look forward to becoming more acquainted with you and your son. Remember to allow yourself time to rest.”

With the baby now suckling happily on his pacifier and drifting off to sleep in his mother’s arms, Phasma turns and leaves, making sure to hold Hux’s sharp gaze for as long as she can before it breaks. There’s fire between them; a competitor’s blaze.

“If that’s all, General, I’d appreciate it I was given some privacy,” Kylo says, rocking the baby but making sure that he’s cuddled close to his chest, sleeping softly.

Hux’s hand twitches, imagining what it’d be like to touch Kylo’s skin, to tuck his dark hair behind his ear to kiss his cheek, to earn his trust to be allowed near his beautiful pup.

“Of course, Ren,” Hux says, hiding his thoughts. “Contact me once you’re ready to discuss business, with your son among our company, of course.”

Hux turns, chest feeling a little colder as he walks away.

“Hux.”

He stops dead, turns. Kylo still looks fierce and soft, like a poisonous flower, a deadly venom with a sweet and enticing scent.

“It’s going to take a lot for me to even consider trusting alphas again,” Kylo says, kissing the top of his baby’s head. “So I suggest your courting goes beyond secretive thoughts about kissing me. The same for your Captain. I am no prize, and should you think of me in that way then, trust me, I won’t hesitate to do what I must.”

Hux swallows, suddenly finding himself thinking of how Kylo came to be a single parent, alpha-less.

“I shall do my best to prove myself to you, Kylo.”

“We shall see, Armitage.”

Hux smirks, bows before the omega with a dipped head to show respect, before turning and leaving, but not before he hears Kylo make a content hum; a sound that’s known amongst omegas to mean the acceptance of a courtship.

Like Father, Like Son | Suga

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Description: You let Yoongi take your son to the recording studio to spend time together but when they stay there past his bed time you decide to see what’s take them so long.

Word Count : 822

[Masterlist]


I look at the clock for the fifth time and there is still no sigh of my boys. Yoongi was supposed to be home before 9 and it is now 10:30. I love when Yoongi spends time with our son, Yejoon, but when he takes him to the studio I almost hesitate to let him go. Yoongi never knows when to call it a night especially when he`s working on new music. Knowing how Yejoon is so curious about every little thing including all the shiny buttons that the recording studio has, he won`t object to stopping.

Yoongi was never one to think about having kids but I wasn’t too worried considering since he ended up marrying me, something I never expected from him. Just like becoming a mom, it came naturally for Yoongi to get into the dad role.

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