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Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



Your POV


 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

6

Set 1/5.67 (Japanese set 1/3.67)

As promised, the first of the scanned raw in-between frames I bought December 2016 and last month, with their finished comparisons. I’m so lucky to have gotten as many iconic moments as I’ve had.

Sorry for the subtitles, but my streaming site disallowed their removal on my end.

shadowhunting  asked:

for the writing prompts: "i adore you" for malec 🕊

“i adore you.”

the expression on alec’s face changed from a happy, playful grin to a look of utter shock, as if he wasn’t aware of the fact that magnus was madly in love with him. they were sitting on the couch, the tv flickering almost lazily in front of them. magnus’ reading glasses were sliding off of alec’s nose slowly, almost comically, alec having been in a rather cheeky mood and plucking them off of magnus’ nose and trying them on for himself. The sight of seeing alec blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust his eyes to the prescription, the round frames making alec look even more precious than he was and magnus had let out a giggle, shaking his head in astonishment and disbelief as alec scrunched up his nose adorably, a smile on his face.

“me too,” alec replied quietly, almost a whisper, but his eyes widened, the glasses making them look even bigger, and he added on rapidly, “i mean, not that i adore me as well, but that i adore you. so, so much.”

magnus chuckled and slowly, almost intimately, reached out and removed the glasses on alec’s faces, his fingers brushing against alec’s skin and causes the younger man to shiver. magnus set them down on the table and snuggled into alec’s side, who put his arms around him.

“i’m so glad i met you,” magnus sighs, tracing a rune on alec’s arm absentmindedly and alec inhales sharply through his nose. it takes him a moment to respond with, “yeah.” a simple, short reply but it holds so much meaning and there’s so much sincerity in his voice that magnus’ heart melts.

“i’m really glad i met you, too.”

Grammy's After-Party

A/N: I apologize in advance that this is so short.

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Request: ‘Can u pls write an imagine were y/n and justin just came back from an award show to y/daaigter’s/n and u r all just cuddling in bed like y/n is cuddling y/d/n and justin is cuddling y/n from behind Idk make it super cute pls
I love ur imagines 😍😍😍

Warnings: none, mostly fluff

{Y/N} POV

“It’s alright Justin. There’s always next year,” I reassured him. Justin was nominated in multiple categories tonight but, seemed to not win any of them. I could tell he was a little upset but, it wasn’t anything too major. We walked out of the arena together and waited for the valet to fetch our car. 

“I don’t need an award when I have you and {Y/D/N}. You two are all I need.” Justin spoke up. He pulled my closer to his body and I rested my head on his shoulder. It’s been a long night for everyone, I’m sure. He might’ve been walking out of here award less but, he had me. I was the only award he needed. 

Our car pulled up to where we stood and Justin opened the door for me. I silently thanked him while getting into the car. He went over to his side and we left the area before it got overpopulated. 

The car ride was silent for the most part, the car radio was playing in the background. “How much money do you want to bet that {Y/D/N} is still up?” I broke the silence. Justin and I had a thing for making bets with each other. I always won. 

“I’m not betting with you because you always win. I’m not dumb,” Justin replied. We pulled into our driveway and he shut off the ignition. “Thanks for accompanying me tonight. Means a lot.” I smiled at him before getting out the car to walk to the front door. 

An individual on the other side already opened the door catching me off guard. It was the babysitter Justin hired. “Back so soon?” She questioned, removing herself from the door frame so we could walk in. “I actually just got her into bed but, if you want to see her then be my guest. Well, she’s your kid so, be your own guest." 

I furrowed my eyebrows before laughing. "Thanks for your help Penny. Justin will pay you. Have a good night.” I took off the heels that I was wearing because my feet were killing me. They were literally screaming help. I walked up the stairs quietly to where {Y/D/N} normally slept. 

“Hey loveb-" 

I stopped short when I noticed that she wasn’t there. 

I walked out the room and then went into the room Justin and I shared. And of course, there she was, snuggled up in the white sheets. I leaned against the wall, watching her from afar. I loved being a mother. 

"Penny is really something else—what are you doing..?” Justin asked, walking into the room. I nodded my head in the bed direction and he got the message. “Oh, I see. We should join her, shouldn’t we?” I scoffed before walking over to the bed, lying down with {Y/D/N}. Justin came in momentarily and we all lied comfortably. We technically were spooning each other. I held {Y/D/N} while Justin held me. We were one, big, happy family. I couldn’t ask for a night to end any better.

anonymous asked:

I seriously love your writing omg is it okay if I request a Yoosung "first time" fic >///< you don't have to ofc!! Ahh thank you very much

wahooooo sorry i’ve been AWOL for a few days, got caught up in work and illness and work and illness and i’m running on caffeine, paracetamol and two hours of sleep HA

i’m going mad– HERE’S SOME YOOSUNG PORN


Yoosung was the sweetest, most considerate, and loving man you knew. He had done nothing but express his adoration for you from the moment his eyes met yours, and, if that was his way of winning you over for good, oh boy, it was working. The two of you had been going steady for a couple of months now - long enough for the issues surrounding the hacker, and Rika’s apartment, to dissipate somewhat. Yoosung had become more and more focused at school, and you were willing to cheer him on at every possible opportunity. Your evenings were spent either working together, occasionally breaking for some cuddles, or taking time off, watching movies, or playing games, or even just lying together, pouring your hearts out to one another.

Nights like this were a rarity.

“Yoosung-” your breath hitched as your boyfriend nibbled on the tender skin beneath your jawline, tracing his tongue down your neck. “Be careful… You might leave a mark-”

“A mark?”

“Like last time… Remember?”

Yoosung hummed in confirmation, but it didn’t seem like he actually cared all that much, as his lips returned to your own. You couldn’t help but let yourself melt into the kiss - for two people who had never done anything with anyone, your kisses were incredible. His teeth found your lower lip, taking it into his own mouth and sucking, his own groan of satisfaction making you all the more willing to open up to him. Shifting yourself in his lap, you wound a hand through his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands so that you could manoeuvre his head; Yoosung let you take charge as your tongue met his, his hands settling happily on your hips as your other hand, currently unoccupied, went wandering down. Despite your inexperience, you had been in this situation enough that you knew just where would make your boyfriend melt into your arms - pressing around his hipbone, you grinned as Yoosung moaned,  his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Oh, ____…” He was panting, face flushed and eyes dark - a vision of lust. You knew that what you were doing was working; the evidence pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and you rocked into him, desperate for more friction to satiate your own needs. Yoosung was a mess, fingers grasping needily at your hips, your thighs, your butt - whatever he could get a grip on. This wasn’t exactly a new sight for you, in fact, you and Yoosung had done almost everything but directly touch each other. And it was getting… Frustrating, to say the least.

“Hey,” it took some effort on your behalf - you could feel your own arousal growing unbearable - as you pulled away from your lust-stricken boyfriend, not helped by the whine he emitted as his eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know about you, but I… Uh… I think I’m ready.”

“Wait-” Yoosung coughed, and took a deep breath. “You mean… Ready, ready?” His eye sparkled with excitement, and something quite a bit more mature. “Ready?

“Ready.” You grinned back at him as you repeated the word. “I mean, if you are-”

“Of course!” Yoosung cut you off, nodding almost too enthusiastically. “I mean… I’ve been wanting to… Since… We… Uh.” The flush on his face deepened, and he looked down.

“Since…?”

“Since we first kissed!” He exclaimed, somehow flushing even further - you were worried the blood was going in the wrong direction.

“At the party?”

“Ever since then, I’ve been… Uh… Imagining…” The last word was spoken slowly, almost as though Yoosung had tried to craft his sentence carefully - and failed. He trailed off, gaze avoiding your own. But that was all you needed to hear; it wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the exact same, and many sleepless nights since that first kiss had been spent wishing your fingers were Yoosung’s - nights like these, where the two of you separated, often unsatisfied, hadn’t helped.

“Then let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I love you, Yoosung. I trust you, and I would love nothing more than for you to be my first,” now you were blushing. “And for me to be yours.”

Apparently satisfied with your confession, Yoosung wasted no time finding the hem of your shirt, and lifting it - suffice to say the two of you were already worked up more than enough. You returned the favour, hastily tugging at Yoosung’s shirt until he lifted himself from the headboard of your bed, allowing you to remove the garment. You didn’t want the typical bra-removal scenario to make Yoosung falter now, so, as he moved to tug at the buckle on his belt, you removed it yourself - leaving your boyfriend stunned.

“Oh…” Even through his trousers, you could feel Yoosung’s cock throb when he saw your breasts, freed from their usual restrictions. He didn’t speak, or move, for a few long moments, before turning his gaze to you. “… Can I touch them?”

You smiled - partly nerves, mostly amusement. “Of course - you are my boyfriend, Yoosung.”

Yoosung couldn’t resist taking them into his hands, and just squeezing - you could’ve laughed, if it were under any other circumstances. It took a while before he got the idea of what to do with them, but you were willing to be patient; even seeing him touching you like this was doing wonders to heighten your own arousal. When his mouth took one of your nipples, sucking gently on the hardened bud, you had to consciously stop yourself from grabbing his head. Although he neglected the other side, he was surprisingly good with his mouth, sucking hard before letting up, brushing his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves; your chest was heaving as you tried to regulate your breathing and filter out your moans and sighs of pleasure, and you honestly could’ve let Yoosung play with your chest all night, but you - literally - had more pressing  matters to attend to.

“Shall we undress?” The passionate undressing of one’s lover was all very well, but neither of you had done this before - it could all become very messy, very quickly, if one of you messed up. Save the tropes for later, you thought - for now, all you wanted was to make love to your boyfriend. Thankfully, he seemed to agree, and you removed yourself from his lap - sorely missing the friction the growing bulge in his trousers had given you - removing your own jeans and, with some internal-pep talk, your panties.

Clearly, Yoosung was the one waiting, for the moment you had your panties off, he pulled you down onto the mattress. Honestly, you had so little time to feel self-conscious before his lips were on yours again, your moans muffled against his mouth as he let you fall back, his own figure covering yours.

“Um…” Yoosung wasn’t much taller than you; your frame fit perfectly against his, even as he fidgeted above you. “I hope you don’t mind if we just… Do it.”

You hadn’t even glimpsed anything beyond his torso - although you could feel his stiff member pressed against your thigh, not knowing exactly what was coming was nerve-wracking, but exciting. “I want to do this right, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You could even feel your own hips twitching at the thought of what was to come, your clit throbbing in anticipation, desperate for friction - never before had you been so completely aware of your entire body.

“Yoosung, please-” straining up to place a final kiss on his lips, you smiled at him. “I want you.”

No matter how much you wanted to tease him until he couldn’t handle it, mark him as your own, and hear him cry out your name, no matter how much you wanted that talented mouth on your womanhood, and no matter how much you wanted to see just how far the two of you could go in the bedroom, this was your first time. Your first time, with your true love - you were, you realised, lucky beyond belief to have found Yoosung, to have fallen in love with him, and to have him fall in love with you. You knew that you could wait - after all, you had your whole life ahead of you.

Right now, all that mattered was feeling the head of his cock as it spread you open like never before - a shiver passed down your spine as Yoosung sheathed himself inside you fully, and his own breathing hitched. It was uncomfortable, at first, but you were more than ready, and it didn’t take long before you gave him the nod to continue. It barely took you a few thrusts to realise that he was the perfect fit for you - he didn’t boast the greatest length, but that mattered little when he was able to hit all the right places, and it meant even less when he filled you so well, when he completed you so utterly.

“You… You are so perfect, ____…” Yoosung’s voice was a little garbled, gasps and moans of pleasure punctuating each one of his thrusts into you. You didn’t expect him to last long enough - but with how intensely aroused you had unexpectedly found yourself, you were beginning to doubt yourself. Even as Yoosung’s breaths grew more haggard, you were gripping the sheets, knuckles white as your other hand found your engorged clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to the best of your ability as you let your mouth hang open, moans cascading from your lips.

Yoosung’s erratic thrusting was all the warning you needed to speed up your own pace, and as your boyfriend buried his head into the crook of your neck, cries of your name signalling his impending climax, you felt your own hit you, unexpectedly and abruptly. You convulsed with pleasure, sobbing Yoosung’s name before collapsing back into the mattress, too overwhelmed to move from your position beneath him. At some point between your climax and your subsequent return to full consciousness, Yoosung must have also climaxed - he was yet to remove himself from inside you, or, for that matter, on top of you.

Had you been more clear of mind, maybe you would have asked him to move - for now, however, you were content. The feeling of his skin, sticky but warm on your own, was comforting, and a reminder of what had just occurred. Not that you were upset, or unsatisfied in any way; everything was just perfect. You were slowly being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the man on top of you, and, had he not moved, you could have easily found yourself drifting off. Yoosung’s voice broke the silence, snapping you out of your daze.

“Was that… Ok?” He looked half-asleep himself; eyes hooded, hair mussed, face still holding patches of redness. He looked adorable, honestly, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms, and sleep.

“That was more than ok, love.” Your own voice was quiet, soft with satiation. “Everything was perfect.” Yoosung pulled himself from you with a whimper, collapsing besides you. The silence returned as you pressed against Yoosung once again, who happily entwined himself with you. Minutes passed, and, as you returned to the cusp of slumber, too far gone now to re-awaken, Yoosung spoke once again.

“I think I want to marry you, ____.”

glennrhee  asked:

Hi sorry to bother you I was just saw the gif set you made for ftwd and there was an effect you did that I've been looking for a tutorial on. The one where you make the background a solid color and only have text or an image show through. I've been looking and I just can't find out how to do it. If you're busy no worries but I appreciate any help you can give. Thanks! -Kristen

Hey Kristen, you’re not bothering me at all, I’m happy to help!

Tutorial: Manipulating Backgrounds In Gifs

Disclaimer: I taught myself how to do this and I am 100% sure there are easier ways to do this effect, but I usually prefer to teach myself things like this. I really recommend looking for alternative tutorials on photoshop tutorial tumblr accounts such as itsphotoshop and yeahpsds after reading mine, not every tutorial suits a creator so it’s always a good idea to explore different methods!

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Happy Birthday uniquepizzacollectionblog!

Originally posted by asdarknessfell

Posting this possibly early for you @uniquepizzacollectionblog (it’s May 16 in Australia), but we at @everlarkbirthdaygifts wish you a happy birthday :) We present you with a lovely fic by @booksrockmyface that she has written especially for you! Enjoy!

Title: Let the Light Illuminate these Hopeless Places

Rating: M

Author’s note: Happy birthday!! I hope it’s the best day ever and that this meets your wishes. The title comes from a line in the Paramore song Idle Worship.


Katniss was always early to everything. Even dragging her feet she still arrived at the high school gym a couple minutes after seven.

Delly, their class president, was sitting at the entrance with a table full of nametags. “Oh, Katniss!” Her smile was as bright as ever. “I’m so glad you came.”

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Reflections (part 1)

A/N: So I had to break this up into multiple parts, most likely two or three, because if not it would’ve been way to long and I’m too busy for that.

This is the beginning of the Mulan story.

A/N: Y/F/N = Your father’s name

Word Count: 2481

The corset was suffocating, and the heavy weight of the layers caused a bead of sweat to roll down the back of your neck. Still, you remained composed, smiling to the man before you.

“My father’s company also happens to…” his voice faded away in your mind, hearing nothing but narcissism from a petty rich boy. Your eyes shut in internal frustration, your fingers gripping over each other in your lap. Slowly, your hand reaches to your tea cup, raising it to your lips and taking a long gulp, aching for the flavor to turn into any form of alcohol possible. You hadn’t realized how loud the gulp was until you set the tea down, glancing at the wide eyed man before you.

“I beg your pardon, Ms. L/N, but I find that was rather atrocious.” In any other scenario, you may have felt embarrassed by the comment, but this was the fourth suitor today, and you were growing tired.

“Frankly, sir Lowell, I couldn’t care less about what came out of your pompous mouth. If you’ll excuse me.” You rose up, leaving the stunned man behind to retreat to another part of a house, letting out a long sigh. You soon heard your mother’s feet shuffle over to you.

“Goodnes, Y/N… was that really necessary?” She asked, her tone hushed, but her gaze was fierce.

“Oh mother, you saw him. Money is nothing if I despise the man.” You stood your ground on the subject, watching her eyes roll and return to apologize to Abbott Lowell, making sure your families still were on good standings. Such a brat… you muttered as you heard him feign offence. The voices disappeared as you walked up the stairs, already pulling at the ribbons to allow yourself to breath. You shut the door behind you, leaning against the familiar frame and rubbing your face, ignoring the possible smudge of your makeup.

“This is ridiculous,” you mutter to yourself, walking over to the vanity and beginning the long process of removing all the pins from your hair. “I’m only 18, I shouldn’t be expected to be engaged so early.” You stare at your reflection, taking a cloth and wiping away the red tint on your lips. You knew the nobleman had left, because now your parents were yelling downstairs. It caused you to wince, knowing the subject. A sigh passed your lips as you looked down at the smudge on your handkerchief. “I could never pass as a bride… or the daughter they want me to be.”

Not long after, there was a knock on your door.

“Sweetheart? Can I come in?” You heard your father’s voice penetrate passed the doorway.  You were brushing through your hair stretching far past your shoulders and down your back. You didn’t reply, he’d come in anyways unless you said otherwise. He opened the door and walked in, smiling at you through your reflection. You set the comb down, turning to look at him. He rubbed his jaw, collecting his thoughts.

“You know, he wasn’t that bad.” He defends, and you scoff in response.

“You didn’t have to sit through half an hour of him talking about his family and fortune.” He nodded in understanding, and you laughed a little bit. “Perhaps he’s compensating…” The last part was mumbled, but your father gasped, and you knew he heard it.

“Hey! Keep those thoughts to yourself, young lady.” He scolded, but there was a smile on his lips. He lowered to the bed, groaning as his bones ached around him. Your smile faded as you stood up.

“Have you taken your medicinal tea, father? You remember what the doctor said-” before you could continue your speech, he raised a hand and gave you a solemn smile.

“If the lord decides that I am to leave this Earth - whether it’s sooner rather than later - then I cannot fight him.” His face relaxed and he arched his back to stretch. “Which means I’m not drinking that god-awful tea.” You both laughed, and you shook your head, going to the bed and offering your arm.

“If it makes you feel better, I sneak in two sugar cubes when I make it.” He laughed at your response, letting his arm hook around yours as he stood.

“Well then, I thought it was just your magic touch.” He smiled down at you and kissed your temple, letting you lead him out of your room and down your stairs. You smile broke when your eyes looked to the door, your mother standing next to a tall man in a military uniform.

“Ah! This must be Y/F/N L/N, good evening sir.” He said with a nod. Your father pulled away with a furrowed brow, whispering for you to wait on the steps.

“How can I help you, young man?” he asked, cocking a brow and shaking the soldier’s hand.

“Well, as you know, there’s been political turmoil between the colonies and Britain.” He began, to which my father nodded and locked his arms behind his back. The man pulled out an envelope, sealed with a drop of wax and a crest you could quite see. Before the man spoke again, your father opened the letter and scanned through it. You couldn’t see his expression, but the way he tensed, it couldn’t be good.

“I understand your concern, sir.” He continued, noting your father’s expression. “However, General Washington needs more troops. You are to report to the Southside post tomorrow morning, I apologize for the short notice, but there’s only a short amount of time before the battalions arrive.” With that, he saluted and left your home, but you couldn’t stand to see your father hurt himself just for the war.

“W-wait!” you called out, running passed your parents and out the door. “Please!” You grab the arm of the shoulder, who looks back at you in disgusted shock. “My father’s ill, can’t you-”

“It’s not up to me. I suggest you stay out of what you don’t understand. You’re going to get yourself hurt.” His tone was warning, but his expression made you feel disgusted. You felt a hand on your back, turning you around and leading you in as your father apologized.

“Father, you can’t-”

“Y/N, this has nothing to do with you. I don’t need my daughter getting in the way of what needs to happen. I know my place in this world, and it’s time you learned yours.” His tone was angry and he stormed out of the room, leaving you stunned in the lobby of your home. Your mother looked at you briefly, wanting to console you but deciding to talk with your father. She rested a hand on your shoulder a bit before walking out of the room. You stood stunned, now alone in the area. Tears stung your eyes, his words aching in your ears as you ran out of your home.

The courtyard was large enough, filled with ornate statues that you’d climb as a child. A small pond covered the back corner, and you lowered yourself into the flowers surrounding it as tears slid down your cheeks. As your own tears fell, so did the tears of the sky, dancing on yours skin as the hem of your dress sat on the edge of the water. You didn’t care. The sky was dark with night and clouds, thunder emanating in the distance as you look down at your hands, pristine and picturesque. You felt hopeless and useless. Your eyes looked up to see your parents in the window, discussing something you couldn’t hear. Your mother turned and vanished out of view, her expression just as tragic as your own. Your father turned off the light, retreating after her to bed.

By now, you were completely wet with the rain of the night. Your own tears had exhausted, and you were left expressionless on the damp ground. Images of your father, dead in a battlefield and left without a trace loomed in your thoughts. He was too weak to go to war, but you? Young, quick, strong. Determination sparked within you. Yes, you did need to learn your place in this world. That place was protecting your family.

You stood up, walking into the dark house, silence looming over you. Your steps were quiet as you snuck into your parent’s room, both in a deep slumber as you fished through their wardrobe, finding your father’s uniform and retreating to your room, stopping in the doorway to blow a kiss to them.

Water pooled at your feet as you stood at the vanity, grabbing the scissors you used to sew on your desk and beginning to cut the long locks. A lump formed in your chest, nerves setting in and talking you out of it. Still, you persisted, the hair you had worked so hard to grow now at your shoulders. The blue ribbon used to tie your corset now tied your hair back into a low ponytail. You drew in a sigh, walking over to the uniform and grimacing. The gause were tight against your chest, but it made the uniform fit as properly as it could, with some extra room in the shoulder and the groin. Your features were still feminine, but you looked as much of a boy as anyone else.

You took a minute to write a letter to your parents, using it to replace the one that sat on their bedside table. This may be the last time you ever see them, and you wanted to apologize for not being able to be the daughter they wanted. Hopefully, this would make up for it.

It was still raining when you left the house, but that didn’t affect you as you moved to the stables. At first, your horse didn’t recognize you, but at the sound of your soothing voice, he relaxed, and you were able to saddle him with ease. At the entrance, with one last look, you said goodbye to your home, and snapped the reigns. Your horse reared, before running down the street. You prided in his speed.

You didn’t know what was to come, but you’re father would still be alive, and that was enough for you.

The ride took about forty minutes of straight of nonstop running, and both you and your horse were exhausted. By now, the sun was breaking past the hills, and there were already men ready at the camp. You slid off of your steed, resting your hand on the side of his face and offering praise. You lead him down the path, looking around cautiously as nerves set in, but you stand tall. Still, you collected eyes, which distracted you and had you run directly into a tall monster of a man. He turned around and cocked a brow, causing you to shrink back.

“What’re you lookin’ at, kid?” His voice boomed, causing the hair on your neck to stand on end and a lump to form in your throat. You opened your mouth to apologize but ran felt someone stop you. You turned around, a man no more than  a few inches taller than you and his face covered in freckles smirking.

“Hey hey, where you going?” He asked, cocking a brow and beginning to drink from an open bottle of Sam Adam’s. You gripped tighter on your horse’s leads.

“I uh…” you started, unable to form words, and heard chuckling come up.

“C’mon leave the kid alone guys, he’s not doing anyone harm.” Another man showed up, leaning on the freckled man. “How old are you anyways? Does your mom know you’re trying to fight with the big boys?” They chuckled and you furrowed your brow. You were never one for being insulted or degraded.

“I’m sure I can keep up.” You defended, regaining your composure. They look to each other and chuckle, the tall one joining them.

“Oh really? Prove it.” the freckled one shoved you, causing you to stumble back. They begin to laugh louder, causing anger to spike up your spine. Years of pent up anger was finally boiling over. As he laughed, you shoved him, hoping he’d fall.

You succeeded all too well.

He fell back onto a new soldier, whose temper was much more short than yours. The difference was he was twice the size of you. The guy looked up nervously before shooting daggers at you, standing up and rolling up his leaves. You weren’t sure where this burst came from, but you turned to run as a brawl began across the whole group of soldiers. You knew you were responsible, and all you could was hide from the three men searching for you to completely erase your existence from Earth.

You were huddled behind a post, but heard a familiar voice laugh and lift you up, raising a fist. You covered your face out of fear, but a gunshot in the air halted everything. Everyone jumped especially you and your gaze was directed towards the direction of the shot. The freckled man dropped you and ran to the line up.

“Now, would anyone mind telling me what this is about?” A thick French accent caught your attention, and your gaze fell on the frenchmen, long curls tied back into a tight ponytail and arms crossed over his firm chest. Your heart fluttered and your eyes widened. He was simply beautiful. The three men that you met earlier chuckled a bit and gestured toward you, still by the post and not in the line.

“He started it, Lafayette.” The man with a basic beard and ponytail said, the same height as the freckled one. Lafayette? You had heard the name before, but never had the pleasure of gazing upon the Marquis until now. The general looked toward you and cocked a brow.

“This enfant? Please…” He muttered, shaking his head and gesturing for you to get into line. Immediately, you obliged, standing next to the freckled one who stood at the end. “Now, things are going to be a little different. Washington had to move ahead, and left me in charge. So this behavior is unacceptable.” He pondered a thought for a few minutes, before a sly smirk slid across his lips. “Five miles miles, around the field forty times. If you aren’t back here by sundown, no dinner.” Every grumbled and glared at you, and you felt vulnerable. “And enfant, If you aren’t at the front of the line the whole way, I expect you to be gone by morning.” He leaned forward so he was your height, a stretch for him. His smirk was just as beautiful as the rest of him. You were both intimidated and attracted to him, and you knew this was going to be hard.

“Let’s get started, oui?”

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Random Run-Ins: Tom Holland x Reader

Prompt: Tom and the reader going to college together and they meet in class or something

Requested by @brianabreeze

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Now, normally I wouldn’t consider myself boy-crazed or distracted from my schoolwork. But in the span of a series of random run-ins from a specific specimen from the opposite sex, things had changed.

No. 1 || Operation Hello Kitty ||

“Move outta my way,” I pushed through the court yard between my dorm and the science building, not having a care for anyone’s feelings or regard for how I came off.

I was running super late to my lecture class—which was all the way across campus and started in three minutes— due to me oversleeping from studying all night.

So as I sprinted across campus, determined to arrive on time to my 8am lecture, I was no way in hell looking for something bright, pink, and patterned to cross my pathway.

With all my focus kicked into gear for getting to class, I had no way of warning the guy before we came colliding together in a mass of tangled limbs.

Opening my eyes, I find the same pink, Hello kitty pants leg covering my eyes, the lines blurring together due to my lack of glasses.

“Bloody hell, where’s the fire?” I shoved the leg away from me, pressing my hands repeatedly against the ground feeling around for my glasses.

I watch as the guy removed himself from the ground, taking a step back to move away from my range. In the process, I hear a soft crush, my dreams of finding my glasses crushed.

Sighing, I sit back, resting on the back of my knees, feeling defeated.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” I pushed myself off the ground, leaving the broken frames on the ground with the rest of my dignity.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry for crashing into you. I was trying to make it to my lecture on time. But that’s not going to matter now,” I turn to leave, muttering another sorry over my shoulder before blindly making my way to the nurses office.

From that day, I hated anything hello kitty.

No. 2 || The Glazed Donut ||

My six hour shift at our campus coffee shop, as well as my patience for the people I call my friends.

Once again, my roommate had left me alone and strained on a Friday night, leaving me for another warm body. So I was forced to make the twenty minute walk back to our dorm room.

With my earphones plugged in and volume high, I turned on my Spotify playlist and waited to cross the street to begin my journey home.

Across said street, was the same guy that caused me a new pair of glasses and my morning lecture. There he was, exiting the donut shop, looking all carefree and content, while I was miserable.

How dare he.

I watched with furrowed brows as he took a big bite out of the glaze donut in his hand, the crumbs falling on to his lame math tee. No one has ever made eating a donut look so good and appetizing.

I wasn’t sure if I was jealous of him because he had the donut, or of the donut because they got to touch his lips.

“Walking,” I jump in shock, the little crossing machine let me know that it was safe to walk across the street, triggering my panic.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’ve got to come in close proximity of him! Why does the universe hate me!

Looking back at him, our eyes connect for a split second before I tear my eyes away to look down at the ground— completely embarrassed by the other day’s events.

He’s sort of cute!

No. 3 || Green Don’t Suit Me ||

Of freaking course, he’s in my class! The same class I had been in such a rush to get to, he was heading the same way. Mr. I-look-good-in-hello-kitty-pajama-pants-and-make-girls-wet-by-just-eating-a-donut, was in my class!

I found out due to the fact that he came up to me, guilt written on his face with a stack of papers with scribbled writing filling its pages in his hand.

“I figured it’s the least I could do after last week,” his voice rang through my mind like an echo against barren walls. For once I got to see him up close and personal.

The way his eyes shone in embarrassment, the curl of his hair and if he spent hours running his hands through it constantly.

“Uh, thanks, I guess. But it was really my fault, I wasn’t focused on where I was going, just the destination,” I took the papers from his awaiting hands, heating up at the touch of our fingers.

“Tom,” this time, his hand was raised to shake hands. I looked down at it, watching the veins run through it and up his arm.

“Y/N,” I smiled brightly, placing my hand in his, and embracing our new found connection.

Class started, as well as the beginning of a soon to be long friendship. Tom had promised to catch up with me after class, before going to take his seat at the back of the classroom. No wonder we didn’t run into each, I sat at the front.

Once class was over, I tired to race out there to catch up with him, but upon exiting the building, I see him leaning over a pretty blonde. Her fingers running through his curls, while he laughed and smiled down at her.

With my heart hardened, I turn on my heel before making my way to work to start my shift.

Cursing myself at getting my hopes up, because this always happened.

No. 4 || Feelings Exchanged ||

Later that evening, as I was getting off, being allowed to leave early for once. I went to walk to my car, having getting to back from my roomie, finally.

I hear my name being called, “Y/N,”.

Turning, I see a smiling Tom, his hands tucked in his pockets and hair neatly tucked behind his ears.

“What’s up,” I lean against my car, not bothering to sound as excited as I feel to see him.

“I waited for you after class, but you were a no show,” he pouted, bottom lip jutted out and eyes wide.

“Yeah, I saw you, but you seemed a little occupied, so I just continued on with my day, ” I shrugged, trying not to look a little hurt.

Realization seemed to take over his face, “you must have seen me with Jen, that’s my roommates girlfriend. I was asking her if I looked okay, I wanted to look well put together when I asked you on a date tonight,”.

“Ask me on a date?” My face heated up, making me look down in embarrassment from how easily I got jealous. I must look so desperate to him now.

“Yeah, if you’re free now I’d love to take you out,” he asked hopefully.

“Sure, I’m not too tuckered out from work, let’s see what you’ve got tommy boy,” I quickly threw my stuff into my car, before taking his hand.

I smile widely, grinning from the past events, oh how things have changed.

Six months later, we move been dating for four months, and decided to move into the student apartments with some friends so we can be closer together yet keep some level of privacy.

Tom and I were currently in my apartment, getting ready to have our weekly movie night. Tonight was Tom’s choice in movie, while I prepared snacks.

“Babe, what’s taking you so long!” His whines made me smile even wider.

“I was just recalling the events that led me to meet the greatest man of my life,” I tease, carrying all the snacks in both arms as I make my way back to our fort in the living room.

There he was, propped up against the pillows, his lower half covered by my blank, looking homey.

“Oh yeah? Remembering how you nearly broke my leg from how hard you crashed into me?” I punched his arm, laughing at his grunt before lying against him.

“Just play the movie, Holland,”.

“Sure thing babe, just know one day you’ll be a holland too,” he kissed my cheek before clicking play.

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Done!

Burn

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 902
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
Notes: based off the song burn from hamilton the musical, 
            you can listen to it here

The room was dark with only a small bit of moonlight entering through the window. You sat huddled in the corner of your bed, blankets wrapped around your shoulders. It was eerily silent as you shook with silent sobs, tears tracing down your cheeks. In your hands you held letters; hundreds of letters that Peter had sent you throughout the years.

You had saved every single one. They all meant so much to you. At least - they used to. From the second you read them you knew, Peter was yours. That was what he said too. And you had been dumb enough to believe him. He had promised you that all he cared about was that at the end of the day, you were happy and you loved him. Yet here you were, broken and hurt by someone who you loved, but who didn’t love you.

Peter had insisted that yes, he still loved you. He just didn’t want to lie anymore. But how can he love you and break your heart? How can he love you and bring another woman into the bed you shared?

When you first heard that Peter had been unfaithful, you remembered what Jean had said when Peter began to write you. “Be careful with that one, love. He will do what it takes to survive.”

She wasn’t wrong. If you had only listened to her then, maybe you wouldn’t be so distraught now. You let his words, full of promises and romance, overwhelm you and take over your senses. Every word he wrote to you left you more and more defenseless. From the beginning, falling in love with Peter had happened so quickly. He made you believe every word he wrote to you. You believed that it would be the two of you against the world.

Now, here you were, re-reading the letters he wrote you. Searching and scanning for a sign or something that could have been a warning to you, but you found nothing. When Peter wrote these letters, he was yours. The world seemed to burn when Peter was all yours.

Peter had showed everyone the letters that she wrote him. He had told you that it was to clear his name, that people had excused him of selling secrets to the government about the X-Men. Scott and Kurt had found the evidence that Peter had been paying someone money continuously over the past few months. They confronted him and he spilled the truth. Peter couldn’t take the chance of someone telling you, so he had to go and tell everyone himself.

He told everyone how he brought this woman into your shared bed, into your home. How he had slept with her, multiple times and not only that, but he paid this woman’s husband to do it. In clearing Peter’s name, he had ruined your lives.

When Jean read the letters, she had said to you, “You have married an Icarus. He has flown to close to the sun.”

All of Peter’s thoughts and words were obsessed with his legacy. He was determined with leaving a mark that was controlled by his own actions, not the tainted legacy of his father. You knew that; he had told you it early on in your relationship. If only you had known it would have gotten you to this point. If only you had known Peter would defend his legacy by ruining your relationship. Every paragraph and sentence had become about how everyone perceived him.

Him, him, him.

The letters in your hands began to tremble as your hand shook and another sob threatened to rake through your body. You pushed down your emotions and propped yourself up, wiping a single tear from your cheek. You got off the bed and walked over to the fireplace in your bedroom, letters in hand. After a few moments, you had a fire started and you moved to sit in front of it.

“I’m erasing myself from your narrative. Let future generations wonder how (Y/N) reacted when you broke her heart.” You choked out. Peter had torn everything apart. With a final glance at the letters in your hands, you crumpled them up and threw them into the fire. You watched them burn as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“The world has no right to my heart. The world has no place in our bed. They don’t get to know what I said. I’m burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you. You forfeit all rights to my heart. You forfeit the place in our bed, you can sleep in the guest room instead. With only the memories of when you were mine.” You stood off the floor and wiped the tears from your cheeks. This was over. Peter couldn’t have you anymore, he couldn’t have your love anymore.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted the picture of you two that had been taken on your one year anniversary. You picked up the photo and carefully removed it from the frame. The two of you were so happy then, so in love. As you set down the picture frame, you made your way to the fireplace with the photo in your hand. You let the photo flutter into the flames and begin to turn to ashes. The room was silent as you spoke once more to yourself.

“I hope that you burn.”


when i listened to burn, i knew i had to write some sort of fic for it so here we are! i hope you enjoyed! requests are closed !!

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Memes

    Friday night tradition for the past few months had dictated gathering in the Kleinman’s basement, re-runs of Law and Order going on softly in the background, and a game of Cards Against Humanity being played (which, for two weeks, had been Apples to Apples until it was agreed that Evan wouldn’t get stressed over CAH).

    Over the months, there were times in which the use of certain cards would get out of hand, with the general consensus that the offending card would be banned, forever trapped in a picture frame simply dubbed The Shame Frame.

    The first card to go, Bees?, had been banned within five minutes of the first game the group had played together.

    It had hung in The Shame Frame for many months, being joined over the course of time by other notable cards such as German Dungeon Porn, Harry Potter Erotica, and a blank card that had been so generously marked with a five-second dick sketch.

    That is, until the day that was known as The Final Friday Before College.

    Zoe pointed it out first. “Bees? Is missing from The Shame Frame.” She looked over to Jared, who logically would have been the one to have removed the card.

    But his reply of “I didn’t touch it,” was said in such a way that everyone present could tell he wasn’t the culprit.

    The game started with as much unease as could be present when a banned card had gone missing.

    No one said anything while white cards were being drawn, and Evan, the card czar, had not paid much attention to what he had drawn. That would be done when he would actually need to put a card down.

    Evan put down the black card he had drawn.

    Step One: _____. Step Two: _____. Step Three: Profit.

    In any other game, everyone else would have been shuffling cards, trying to pick the best pair.

    The growing silence from the group was punctuated by Law and Order, and the slight buzzing of the overhead light.

    Evan started to worry; had he done something wrong? In the past he hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was no one putting down cards?

    “Eh-hehmm,” was nervously stuttered out.

    Connor was the first to break the silence. “I don’t know about anyone else, but…” He flipped his cards around.

    Every. Single. One.

    Bees?.

    Zoe, Alana, and Jared followed suit.

    A whole swarm of Bees?.

    Evan looked at his white cards.

    Seven Bees? Buzzing before him.

    No one wanted to speak. Who was the one who had, in the span of what could be assumed to be a week, gone into the basement and replaced every single white card with Bees?.

    “Who the fuck was able to get this many cards of the same fucking type?” Connor sounded pissed, but also impressed.

    Everyone looked at everyone, trying to figure out who it could have been.

    Zoe and Alana locked eyes; the game was up.

    “You’d be amazed at how many people will give up a card for an answer or two on homework,” said Alana.

    “Yeah, or how ridiculously oblivious you three are. We’ve been planning this out for weeks. And the card missing from The Shame Frame? It’s been a month. Just needed to bring your attention to it for this joke.”

    Jared threw his cards down. “You wanna play that way, we’ll play that way. This is Cards Against Humanity: Impossible. Bees? Only.”

    Evan groaned; he could see it now. Arguments till the sun came up about whose Bees it was, friendships broken because of that card, the weak not surviving.

    None of his fears came true.

    It ended up being that whoever could do the most dramatic reading of the black card, with Bees? included would end up winning the round.

    That somehow ended the night with Connor doing a dramatic reading of the opening paragraph of My Immortal, but with every other words replaced with Bees?.

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{ first time doing smut. gotta go pray now lol. hope this is good?? it’s long i don’t usually write smut so no hard feelings if it’s bad haha

nsfw version of the wearing stockings imagine i wrote, here! you don’t need to read it to read this one. <3 }


 Your last guest left. Alex shut the door in excitement before coming back over to you. You were nervous. They’d probably corner you now, knowing exactly what they wanted. You still retreated to the kitchen in a hope to delay what was about to happen. You were walking as quickly as you could in your heels and pretending to look busy. Besides, there was all this food you had leftover. Someone needed to put it away. 

Somehow you ended up in between John and Alex. John had started to help you clean up, but his real intentions were made known as he massaged your lower back and began to kiss you. You melted under his touch, especially as he moved to your neck, gently nibbling against your soft skin. 

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Arianna is a 35 year old secretary, medium height, slender and leggy with long brown hair. One night, she decided to go to a club. She dressed in a very skin tight red tank mini dress with black strappy stilleto heels. She met some of her friends their and a night of debauchery commence. A lot of dancing and drinking. Even though she was not a drug user, she did try some ecstasy. She was flying. At about 2am the club closed down for the morning. Totally waisted, she decided to walk home. She only lived about 3 blocks so it shouldn’t too long before she’s safe and at home and would probably collapse on her bed for the night.

Just a block from her apartment, a van pulled up. Two men emerged and grabbed Arianna. One picked her up under her arms while the other picked her up by her legs as she was kicking and screaming.

“Let me go, let me go!!!” Arianna screamed.

“Shut up bitch!!” Replied Rick. Bruce was the other guy. I was driving. They got her in the van. Then they handcuffed her arms behind her back then used ankle cuffs to secure her ankles then another chain attached the two cuffs putting her in a hogtie. She was gagged with a ball gag and then a hood was put over her head. Then I took off to bring her back to our slave training facility.

While we were driving Bruce and Rick started groping and fondling Arianna.

“Mmmmphh” moaned Arianna under her gag. Rick then noticed her panties were damp.

“Hey I think this slut’s enjoying this. Feel her panties” observed Rick.

“They all like that. These whores don’t want to admit it but they love hah!”

I bet it’s gonna make a great sex slave. A great fucktoy.

“Mmmmphh ”

The sound of what we were saying gave her a sense of horror. A sex slave?

After about 45 minutes, we arrived back at the slave training facility in an abandoned warehouse in rural Virginia. We undid Arianna’s ankles restraints and Bruce and Rick grabbed each arm and dragged her(Arianna was resisting all the way) and brought her to an elevator. We went down to the bottom floor 3 floors down(this had previously been a fallout shelter built during the Cold War). We brought Arianna to a metal frame that bound her by her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist. I took a scissors and started tearing off her dress, followed by her thong panties. We were delighted that there was no bra so I started feeling up her tits and pinching her nipples. I removed her hood and to her horror, she saw other girls bound in different positions. I then took a gun and injected her with an implant in her neck. It was the equivalent of a shock collar.

“Ok, welcome to your new life. You are now a sex slave. You spend 30 days training after which you will be auctioned off to your new owner who will be the one who is lucky enough to put in the highest bid for you. You are now property, merchandise. You have no human rights anymore. What ever you were a few hours ago was a lifetime ago.

Oh by the way, in case you get any ideas about trying to get away, you’ve been implanted with a shock chip. It’s controlled by this remote. If do try something, I will push this button to give you a nasty shock. Would you like a demonstration?”

“Mmmmphh!!” As Arianna shook her her.

“Sure” I replied with a sadistic smile. I showed her the remote. I teased a little. Then I pushed the button.

“Mmmmphh!!!!” Arianna convulsed as her tendons tightened then she collapsed and her breathing was heavy.

“Oh come on, I had it at the lowest level hah hah!!”

I removed the gag which was covered in drool and put on her head a tight rubber hood. She could neither see or speak. We put earplugs in her ears that for 30 minutes played white noise and then for a couple minutes would play pretty much what I said to her just now and repeat all night. I attached nipple clamps to her nipples. I put a wired butt plug up her ass. And attached a hitachi to her clit. The hitachi was on a timer. It would run for four minutes, just enough to edge her but not let her cum. Then it would shut for 5 minutes then repeat the cycle all night long. We also gave her some water. The water was laced with a pill that had a stimulant that would increase her sexual urges. As part of the slave training, she would be deprived of sleep and food for 72 hours. Also the butt plug had a sensor that if Arianna somehow dosed off, it would trigger electro shock. Arianna’s life as she knew it was over.

Too be continued

anonymous asked:

Since it's confirmed they did have sex, how do you feel about it? They didn't show it, barely mentioned it in 2x08, and also for me it felt like Alec pushed Magnus.

i mean everything i said last week stands

after the episode there were tweets that confirmed they had sex and we wouldn’t be seeing it so i wasn’t surprised when they didn’t show it. but for me it really wouldn’t matter if they had or not. in fact i’m almost glad they didn’t touch on it in this episode because that would have felt like dramatically cutting an important moment in a way that devalued magnus’s consent for no reason

between the writer (a straight woman) and the showrunners i’m not surprised that it was bad and yes absolutely the framing and the writing of that last scene completely removed magnus’s agency and his consent. and the showrunners and the writer were unapologetic about it. magnus was feeling vulnerable and it could have been a good sweet moment about honest feelings but it wasn’t. they bulldozed magnus’s consent like it didn’t matter at all (which they love doing) and then faded to black cementing the unequal treatment of het intimacy and mlm intimacy

i see enough shitty writing with other mlm couples on tv. i want to see them being intimate and i want it to be positive and healthy, i want malec to be a positive thing. mlm need aspirational and healthy representations of our relationships and intimate moments on television and malec deserve the same kind of treatment as the other couples on the show

when it comes to 2x08 the thing i hated was the shovel talk with jace which was so fucking unnecessary, especially considering jace knew magnus was by alec’s side keeping him alive the entire time he was unconscious.

there were very good malec things about 2x08 like being able to see alec standing up for himself, his sexuality, magnus and their relationship was positive. seeing magnus stand up for himself, seeing his power, his deductive abilities, battle magic and prowess as the high warlock of brooklyn, that was also positive. seeing them as a united front, seeing the assertion that they are in this, that was positive and i really enjoyed it

but there were a lot of other issues with 2x08 too. there are a lot of problems this entire season, terrible writing, racist storylines, luke being sidelined more often than he isn’t, horrible tropes being reinforced and pointless plot holes. it’s due to the showrunners being shitty in general

not happy about the way their first time was handled but i think 2x08 wasn’t the problem 2x07 was. and the way they are treating malec is a problem in the midst of many many problems

mophasia  asked:

Aaron seeing the renovated mill for the first time!

Day 14 of my Aaron comes home drabble prompts:

“Is it really necessary for me to be blindfolded?” Aaron asked after Robert had let him walk into the second door frame in a row.

“We’re almost there be patient,” Robert assured him and gave him a brief squeeze from behind. Now that Aaron could get down with but he was so over being led around.

“Okay, hold your horses I just wanted you to get the full effect,” Robert said removing the blindfold with a flourish reminiscent of a game show hostess.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at his husband’s antics, it didn’t last however when he spotted the bright blue wall in the living room of the Mill.  “Robert?”

“Yeah?” Robert asked stepping up behind him and resting his chin on Aaron’s shoulder, and wrapping his arms around Aaron’s waist.

“What the fuck happened to the ‘Imperial Mist’ grey we picked out? That isn’t grey it’s blue and not like a nice blue either. I know I said I didn’t want white everywhere but Robert come on, really it looks like Cookie Monster threw up or something,” Aaron bitched.

“Liv did it and it made her happy to contribute. I didn’t like it either but give it time it grows on you,” Robert said kissing Aaron on the neck and turning him so they were facing one another.

“Like mould?” Aaron asked his face screwed up in distaste.

“No like me,” Robert said leaning in for a kiss.

Birthday Boy

        It’s my birthday, so is it wrong for me to expect anything less than Birthday sex? Although, to be honest, I had been hinting toward it all day and Annabeth had began to grow tired of my stupid not-so-clever trying. But then again I am her Seaweed Brain so what more could she expect? 

       So that night as I laid in bed the last thing I expected was a knock on my door and too see my girlfriend wearing nothing but my old Camp Half-Blood Shirt. And when I say nothing, I mean absolutely nothing. 

        Out of instinct, or fear that the others might see her, I pulled her into my room on the Argo II and quickly locked the door behind her. 

             "What in gods names are you thinking?“ I questioned the moment I turned, only to find her leaning against the pillows and beckoning me to join her with her finger. Being a teenager I did not argue at the slightly arousing sight of Annabeth Chase giving me those eyes I had come to realize meant clothes off. Needless to say I immediately discarded my pajama shirt but decided it best if I left on my boxers for the moment.

       Meeting her on my bed I eagerly moved forward and thankfully she came up to meet me. In a split second, without even realizing, my girlfriend had me pinned beneath her in a fiery kiss. The hands that had so skillfully taken me by surprise now curled in my messy black hair while my own tugged to remove the only article of clothing she was currently wearing. 

      Ragged breaths and hungry kisses carried on for what seemed like an eternity before it seemed she’d had enough of the foreplay. Annabeth’s hands removed themselves from my hair and ghosted down my bare chest to hook her fingers on the elastic of my boxers. I groaned, unable to keep the sound in any longer. 

           "Stay,” She ordered, placing a hand on my chest to keep me flat on my back as her other hand ventured into the fabric of my boxers and grabbed on to the part of me that ached for her most. 

      Already hard from the passionate kisses, her stroking had began to cause a surge of pleasure through my body and I couldn’t seem to keep quiet. Moans and small sounds of need had risen from my throat as my hands balled the sheets in fists. She had grown way to skilled in this act over the past few years and you’d think I’d be used to it by now but each pump of her hand seemed even more perfect than the last. I couldn’t help but to arch my neck upward the moment I felt her thumb swipe over my tip and caused me to whine for more, actually beg would be the correct term. 

         "Annabeth Chase I swear,“ My voice was low and husky, both hands now grabbing at her hips to try and pull her on top of my own. 

         "What?” She grinned, pausing her hand after committing the heinous act of gripping my manhood tighter.

       Groaning I fought to pull myself together long enough and bark out my directions. “If you don’t take off those panties right now I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

     Her laughter resonated through the room and I suspected it was cause I said panties. At the same time it gave me a small window to take her down and lay her beneath me, that’s when the laughter stopped and the look in her eyes returned. 

          “You first,” Annabeth whispered and reached down to push the unneeded fabric off my hips allowing me to kick them the rest of the way off. “Condom” she said, biting her lip as she lifted her own hips to slid off her underwear. 

      I leaned to the stand beside my bed and pulled out the foil package before Annabeth snatched it from my fingers and decided she wanted to do the honors tonight…so I let her. Once she’d finished putting on my “armor” I wound an arm around her waist and laid her beneath me once more. Finding her lips with my own, I drew out a feverish kiss that only managed to make the need grow. 

         "Percy please,“ Annabeth breathed against my lips and I gladly obliged. 

      Sliding my hands down her sides and to her hips, I tugged her legs apart and settled myself between them. My forehead pressed against hers as I slid into the warm, slick walls of my girlfriend and let her surround me. Glad to hear my actions met with a low moan. 

       I started off easy, knowing I wasn’t skilled enough to last forever but I still didn’t want to start strong and last 5 minutes. My thrust were slow, meaningful strokes that still caused a brief tug on my hair from the girl below me. I kept this tactic for a long while as Annabeth closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy herself until I felt that buck upward and figured it was time to pick things up. (It was our own special signal for "fuck me now”). So I did.

       My hips took the plunge and rocked into her walls as my face buried itself into the crook of her neck. Each thrust caused a beautiful moan from my girlfriends mouth and in return, for her approval,  I gave her another reason to string out a line of greek curses. 

          “Perseus” She cried out within 30 second intervals and thats when I felt her began to slip. 

          “Hang on babe,” I groaned into the warm skin of her neck, “Just a little longer.” Her only reply was a nod.

      The sound of her gasps the moment I managed to push my full length in sent a tug in my stomach and set into motion the building of my own coming release. To be honest I knew it would only be a matter of minutes for the both of us so I decided to make each minute count. I picked up the pace of my thrust, my hips became rhythmic and unforgiving and the sound of a cry from Annabeth’s lips along with the words right there made me realize I had just found her spot. So with each new thrust I aimed and like the skilled warrior I was…I never missed. 

     Moments passed and the two of us reached our breaking points at nearly the same time. Slowing my thrusts I stopped all together and found her lips, kissing them until they were swollen and red and Annabeth had to push me off so she could catch her breath. 

         "A+ Birthday Boy. You earned it.“ She managed, rolling to her side the moment I had removed myself from her and laid flat. Her head rested on my chest and I watched as it moved with the rise and fall of my breathing. 

        "That is the only A I will never share with my mother” I winked and she laughed softly, her golden locks framing her face in a blindingly beautiful way. 

        “Still my Seaweed Brain,” She grinned and kissed my chest softly before resting her head against my shoulder.

     I turned my head just in time to see her eyes close and hear the faintest “ Happy Birthday”. Smiling at my Wisegirl, I leaned my head forward and kissed her nose before mumbling, “Happy Anniversary.”

      And together we fell into a well deserved sleep.