sorry it took so long there was a situation

(This started as a response to this post of @rcmclachlan‘s but immediately took on a life of its own and got so long that I think it would be rude/derailing as a response, so here it is as its own post, sorry about whatever this is.)

I’ve just decided that Yuuri Katsuki is the Hugh Dancy of photoshoots, in that every photographer meets him, goes slightly cross-eyed, panics, and starts throwing questionable props at him and putting him in ridiculous situations.

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy drinking a mojito on a ladder in a pool for no reason.

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy Not Knowing How Chairs Work

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy In Eyeliner And A Collar


Yuuri thinks this is just how photoshoots work, don’t they?  It’s how his have always worked, anyway, he sort of assumes his photos always seem so weird because it’s just some flaw in him, that he’s so unattractive photographers have to distract from his terrible face and katsudon body with weird settings and poses and props. 

At some point Phichit tries to sit him down for a conversation about how he has to stop doing That Look at his photographers because it incapacitates them and that’s what leads to things like that photoshoot where he’s balancing a pumpkin on his head while a chicken stares at him.  And Yuuri is just all; what look, I am trying not to make eye contact at all, it’s the only way I can survive having so many people looking at me, why are there so many makeup people.  And Phichit has to explain that it comes off as gazing coyly up through your eyelashes, Yuuri, you were practically batting them at the poor man and Yuuri just wails I COULDN’T SEE HIM, YOU TOOK MY GLASSES AWAY, I WAS SQUINTING.  

Phichit just: that poor man, he thinks you’re practically engaged, please wear your contacts and stop accidentally making people fall in love with you, I am running out of space on my wall for photos of you not knowing how different kinds of furniture work.


What I’m saying is that when Yuuri eventually stammers out to Phichit that he’s thinking of having some, you know, *lowered voices*, boudoir photos taken for Viktor’s birthday, Phichit’s response is twofold.  

First: get him, Tiger.  Second: hire a lesbian who will not give two fucks about your Eros but actually understands photography. It’s the only way they will turn out actually-sexy and not you naked-but-strategically-draped-in-goldfish, standing en pointe in a Home Depot, for some reason, waving a box of crackers.

Phichit assumes his advice was followed when Viktor’s one and only social media post on his birthday is I AM DEAD. I AM DEAD AND MY PERFECT AND PRECIOUS HUSBAND HAS KILLED ME, RIP ME, MY SOUL HAS LEFT MY BODY, I AM ASCENDING TO A HIGHER PLANE NOW.

Then again, who knows.  That’s also the sort of thing Viktor posts on any random Tuesday if he caught a glimpse of Yuuri’s ankle during dinner or something.

Phichit sends Yuuri a thumbs-up emoji anyway, because he’s an idiot and needs all the encouragement he can get.

(Fantastic Beasts) Imagine Dougal taking care of you because he knows that you’re pregnant

Newt was someone who was always kind of concerned. As soon as one of his babies sneezed he was alarmed and if you wouldn’t tell him to go to bed, he would stay at their bedside the whole night, making sure it wouldn’t die. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerated but he still was usually a very concerned person. And recently one of his babies behaved weirdly.

Dougal had started sneaking out of the case occasionally and did things for you, like grabbing heavy things and starting carrying for you…or least he tried if it was too heavy for himself, or he actually started to gather food. Sometimes in the mornings there was a pile of fruits on your nightstand.

You and Newt had absolutely no idea where this behaviour was coming from, since Dougal didn’t normally cuddle to your side in bed…or ever comes to bed with you at all…head on your stomach. Like he wanted to listen to something. Newt was lying beside you two, watching the Demiguise confused. “I don’t understand this. He never acted this way before” Newt furrowed his brows as Dougal grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach. He came a little closer to you, cuddling you from your other side, figuring that was what Dougal wanted from him. “This is so unlike him” Newt mumbled and kissed your forehead.

Then you remembered something. “Newt…he acted like this before. Once” Newt obviously tried to remember the situation. “Remember when we took care of that female Niffler once? That one that was…pregnant” Your face froze as you talked and you realized what was actually happening. Newt didn’t seem to understand until a minute later, when his face told you he came to the right conclusion. He looked down at his hand on your stomach.

“Oh…”

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Okay I finally managed to write this request…I’m very sorry for the long wait. I think it’s from December o.o

[GOT7 Reacts] To their idol girlfriend being shipped with another member

request by a fab anon: Can you do a request where you are an girl idol and your relationship with one member is a secret to the public, but the fans ship you with another member. Sorry if that’s confusing :)

a/n: Sorrrrrryyyyyyy for the hiatus. I moved into a new apartment and shit went down with my boyfriend and it was a lot to handle. But sorry this took so long my love ~~~ JJ


Mark: The public saw you and Jackson together on a variety show and the familiarity between had fans shipping you and Jackson hard. It would make Mark jealous in a low-key way. He wouldn’t want to reveal your relationship because he’s said many times he won’t do that until he’s married but he would make sure in your private life to show you more affection than usual and probably make sure the two of you hang out alone together more than hanging out with all the members together especially trying to avoid situations where you’re left alone with Jackson even though he knows there’s nothing between you. “Hey, you still love me, right?”

Originally posted by j-miki

Jackson: Jaebum called you to do a duet on an Immortal song 2 with him since you were the only female vocalist he knew. Fans noticed your amazing chemistry which was really just your friendship but it didn’t stop them from creating cute ship names and hashtags about you. Jackson would be the most likely of the boys to announce his relationship with you. He would purposefully take you somewhere kind of busy and hold your hand or put his arm around you for photographers to see you are his. “Yeah she’s MY girlfriend look at her everyone”

Originally posted by jypnior

Jaebum: When you were cast as Jinyoung’s love interest in a new drama it was a bit awkward considering your relationship with JB but you and Jinyoung tried to keep it pretty professional. Fans immediately fell in love with your characters and extended that love to you and Jinyoung as a couple. Jaebum would be pretty annoyed with the whole situation. He would feel upset because he doesn’t want to reveal your relationship and risk losing everything but can’t stand seeing you being paired along with Jinyoung either. He would try to not let you see it’s bothering since none of this is really your fault “ Yah ______, it’s so funny I can’t believe they think you would date him” 

Originally posted by magiccastles

Jinyoung: The paparazzi caught snaps of you and Youngjae walking your dogs together which sparked a scandal right away. Your agencies denied the rumours right away but fans kept shipping you anyways. To hide his jealousy Jinyoung would probably lecture you to make it seem he is watching for your best interest when really he seriously hates the idea of you being with anyone other than him. All the media attention towards you and Youngjae makes him a little self-conscious of the relationship though he tries to not let it show. “What were you two doing alone together anyways? ______-ah you’re both idols you know better.” 

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Youngjae: You and Bambam were spotted shopping together downtown and fans were quick to notice your similar outfit mistaking them for couple clothes. The shipping immediately begins online and Youngjae was really sad about it. He wished he could shop like that with you in public but he didn’t want to ruin the privacy of your relationship. He would mostly be upset with Bambam taking you out somewhere knowing well that something like this would be bound to happen. He would likely get all cute with you every time you’re alone “I don’t know why he always wants to go places with you alone _____-ah. I know he’s just your friend but it makes me jealous.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam: Your friendship with Bambam and Yugyeom was pretty well known in the idol world. However, fans for some reason always thought it was you and Yugyeom who should end up together since you were always bickering. Bambam would try to drop sly hints about your relationship. Like every time you were on a program with them he would put a friendly arm around you or joke around with you a lot so that more fans ship you and him together. If dating rumours start about you and Bambam he would most likely Instagram a couple photo just with the caption “Yaaassss”

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom: You and Mark were temporarily hosting After School Club together and fans quickly fell in love for your charm and visuals together making names like “visual couple” or “English couple”. Yugyeom would be the most jealous. He really wouldn’t like it and would be conflicted about whether to reveal your relationship. In private he would be half-annoyed with you but also trying to impress you with flowers and things to remind you that you are his. “Baby, sorry I’ve been so uptight. I’m just really crazy about you. And maybe it’s time everyone knew.” 

Originally posted by jypnior

I am enjoying the HELL out of dragging Ann-Marie Thomson, and plan to continue to do so, but I want to point out a couple of things for my own peace of mind.

We are dragging her because she is the head of Syco PR.  She’s it. She’s the one.  We’ve dragged Simon Cowell, Simon Jones, Dan Wootton, Richard Griffiths, and Harry Magee, and all for good reason, but until now Ann-Marie has been relatively unscathed.

But the simple fact is, Syco has ultimate control over their artists. Not Modest (though their refusal to advocate strongly for their clients puts them below my contempt as well). Their contracts are stricter and more all-encompassing than regular recording contracts since their business model is different than a normal record company’s. 

Ann-Marie is not just another name we found and are throwing rotten fruit at. SHE IS THE HEAD OF PR AT SYCO.  Her job is public relations for the company, it’s artists, it’s TV shows, and Simon Cowell.  Her husband is the US Editor at The Sun and has personally written several articles blatantly pushing particular PR agendas where 1D is concerned. 

Simon Cowell is interested in making money and looking good, that’s pretty much it. For years he did both. But now he’s under fire and losing all of his money-makers, particularly 1D and The X-Factor, and Ann-Marie is the person in charge of spinning how it’s played out in the media.

As we’ve seen, 1D is being dragged right and left in the very places that Ann-Marie has the most influence - British tabloids. She has directly linked herself to the Jungwirths for no good reason (if the situation with Briana and Louis is what it is claimed to be, of course).

This isn’t tin-hatting, this isn’t speculation. There really is no one with more power over what we’ve seen happening to 1D in the UK media than Ann-Marie Thomson.

I’m just sorry it took us so long to see that.

really wanna come and get that

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: A Daveed x Reader, smut it up babe, reader really likes DAVEED but is afraid to tell him even though they flirt all the time she feels she isn’t hot enough for DAVEED? Like he hangs with so many hot girls, why would he like her? Then surprise take it from there. Make that reader feel good as FUCK.

summary: reader is crushing hardcore on daveed, but is quiet about it because she’s sure she has no chance, especially when compared to the other girls in the show/he hangs out with

warnings: NSFW!! alcohol, smut, self-doubt, dirty talk, bondage, D/S (whos surprised no one is), mentions of breath-play and face fucking, just so much dirty talk i don’t know what else u want from me

word count: 5,859 (wow im extra)

a/n: I AM BAAAAAACK. renee fic is next, just needed some daveed to get back into the swing of things. hope i’m not too rusty ;) lemme know what you think and all that shiiiiiit. title from clipping’s ‘hot fuck no love’ (HAPPY HOLIDAY)

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Cold Hands and Warm Freckles

Request: “Oooo what about a Draco x Reader where they are dating but someone uses a love potion on her and breaks up with Draco but then he realises what has happened and is super angry but fixes everything? Xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1679 (short but sweet)

Warnings: Uhh like non consent? idk

Originally posted by nellaey


You smiled down at your captured hand, pale fingers intertwined with yours. Draco’s hands were always cold, even in the middle of summer. It was as if he had just taken them out of an ice bath, and they were perfectly pristine as well. But that slowly changed, the longer you two were together. You took him out for more days under the sun, and gradually his pale flesh, though mostly unnoticeable, had gained some colour, along with a few spotted freckles. He groaned whenever he’d find a new one, but you’d just kiss the spot, telling him how cute it was. His hands stopped being so cold, and they grew rougher. One day, when exploring through the Forbidden Forest, he has cut his palm on a sharp branch. You fretted over his wound, and made sure it healed well, but it still left a nasty, jagged scar. Draco was ashamed of it, always avoiding holding your hand with his left one. But with lots of coaxing, he eventually came to like it, after you had pressed countless kisses onto the slightly raised flesh.

“Everything about you is beautiful.” You’d tell him.

“No. But I think you’re turning me into something beautiful.” He replied one day. And it was true.

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Hair - Jughead Jones

if ur requests r open could u write an imagine where the reader has loose (black) curly hair and she’s insecure about it after archie makes a joke intended remark and jughead comforts her? just a lot of fluff and cheese ahah x ~🐻

could you write a one shot where the reader has loose (black) curly hair (like mine) and archie dumped her for veronica and when the reader goes to jughead he admits he’s been waiting and hinting how he really feels about the reader and they go out? just basically really fluffy sorry for the long request

Originally posted by juptern


I went with the friend route (in regards to Archie) on this one, sorry if you don’t like!

It was a bright Sunday afternoon and you were spending it with your two best friends, Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones. The three of you were hanging out in the diner, eating and cracking jokes. You made a joke basically saying that Archie was a boy-next-door heartbreaker from any teen movie ever and, apparently, you struck a nerve. Archie gave you a sour look and said, “your hair is as straight as Kevin, and just as messy as his love life.” The table suddenly grew very quiet, even Jughead remained silent. After a moment he finally spoke up, “Well, this has been fun, but we should get going.” You looked at him with confusion as he pulled gently on your sleeve. “Huh,” you asked, but he just threw his hands up in the air dramatically. “I need help on my Biology project and you said that you would help me Y/N, remember?”

It hit you that he was trying to get you out of this uncomfortable situation with Archie, so you nodded and played along. “Oh yeah,” you said, faking surprise, “Sorry Jug, I totally forgot about it.” He nodded as you slid out of the booth and he waved goodbye to Archie. You walked out of Pop’s and you took a long breath of the cool air to calm down. “So where are we headed?” You turned to face Jughead and you shrugged. “The park it is,” he said with a childish smile.


The walk to the nearest park was short and the conversation between you and Jughead focused on the stresses of school, rather than what happened at Pop’s. “Who,” Jughead started, “who do you think killed Jason?” As you walked, you faced him and gave him a serious look. “It could be anyone, Jug. I just try not to think about it,” he nodded and you both walked in silence for a little while. You reached the park and you let out a dry laugh, “this is not what I remember this park looking like.”

The metal bars on the slide had rusted, the wood encasing the park had been eaten away by bugs, and the plants around it had overgrown immensely. “The forgotten park of Riverdale….” Jughead said dramatically and you laughed. You walked towards the old looking swing set and sat on one of the seats. You looked up at Jughead with a childish grin, “push me?” He rolled his eyes, but walked behind the swing and pushed you. “You suck,” you said, trying to kick your legs to go higher. He laughed, and wrapped his hands around the chains, pulling the swing back as far as he could. You were so close to him, you could feel his body heat and his breath when he spoke. “Archie was just kidding ya know,” he whispered and let you go. You swung high into the air, but when you were close to the ground, you dug your heels into the dirt to stop the swing. When it stilled, you got up and faced Jughead.

“Ya know, I’m insecure about my hair, and that joke just made it worse.” You reached up towards your head and played with one of the curly, dark strands in between your fingers. He just shook his head and stepped towards you. “Y/N, your hair is amazing, plus,” he said with the startings of a smile, “have you seen Archie’s hair? He has no room to judge.” You let out a laugh, and smiled up at Jughead. He took another step forward and reached out a tentative hand to stroke your hair. His fingers slid soothing through your curls and wave of affection washed over you. The hand that was in your hair was now on your cheek, stroking your skin. “You’re always amazing,” he murmured and his eyes met with yours, “can I?” His voice was barely above of whisper when he spoke. “Please,” you begged and Jughead leaned forward.   

His lips brushed against your softly at first, but almost like he couldn’t take it any longer, he kissed you with a passion that you thought Jughead could never have. You pulled away slowly, wanting the moment to last as long as it could. He wrapped a curl around his finger, gently tugging it. “I’ve always loved your hair,” you let out a giggle and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck. “That’s why you kissed me, because of my hair?” He smiled softly, “I mean, you’re pretty cool too, I guess.” You gave him a grin and slapped him softly on the back of his head. He smiled brightly, “just being honest.” You laughed, “I expect no less from Jughead Jones.”

Advice for dealing with a creepy patron?

(God I submitted like two or three asks and a submission within the past two months I feel like I’m posting so much here I’m so sorry. D| ) This is gonna be long, and I apologize, but I’ve never dealt with this type of person or situation before and I’m entirely unsure of what to do. tl;dr at the bottom.

I work at a public library. There’s this woman who seems very well put together- dressed fairly well, straight posture, etc., but every single worker here has commented for me to be wary because there’s something “off” about her. I’ll call her M. And it took a while, but boy, did I start to notice it. So far, since I have started at the library, M has…

  • Asked workers and volunteers questions by getting so close you can feel her breath on your face.
  • Gotten angry with the circulation desk workers because we charge $3 for a replacement library card (your first one is free.) because she thought that they could write a new number on the back of her current one (numbers and barcodes are printed directly on the cards). She wanted them to write a new number because her crystals said it wasn’t a good number for her.
  • Sits in one of our armchairs and literally stares at us for at least an hour at a time.
  • Asked my coworker a question. Which was answered, no problem. M started walking to the front doors. Got to the doors. Stopped. Turned around and STORMED back to the reference desk, slammed both her hands on the counter as she leaned in really close, and demanded my coworker tell her exactly “how you got your hair like that!”
  • Tried to come behind the desk to look over our shoulders and see if we were using the right websites to find information for her.
  • We release the printed pages at the desk after people pay for them. They come out face down. M, at the time, had a cast on her arm. She kept looking at the cast and then at us, as if she wanted us to ask what happened. When no one took the bait, she decided to say that we better not look at her printed pages because they’re legal documents about her broken arm and it’s her personal business and she is not legally obligated to show them to anyone and we can be sued for reading them. :|
  • Among various other incidents that weren’t like, “you need to get out of the library” disruptive, but have caused workers to become very uncomfortable.
  • M also likes to try and trap librarians and volunteers into conversations when they are not on the clock.

Incidents that were specific to me include:

  • On Halloween, we are allowed to wear costumes, granted they aren’t skimpy/gory. I wore my unicorn kigurumi to work, and also brought my unicorn head mask in case my boss or our public relations committee wanted pictures for our website (I’m not really a picture person.). I was sitting at the reference/info desk with only the hood to my kigurumi up and we got the same kind of “walk past and then rush back” reaction my coworker got for her hair, only without the slamming of the desk. M asked me if she could take my picture. I said “no.” Had that been the end of it, whatever. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I got everything from “you’re so cute though” to “my sister in law likes unicorns and [insert semi-coherent rambling here].” Finally, my coworker flagged one of our security officers and he started heading over and M left.
  • When M had the cast on her arm, I was covering circulation one day. She asked if we had a bag, and I told her that we sell reusable canvas bags ($2). She asked if she could have one, I got the sheet out of the cash drawer to record the purchase, and she asked what I was doing. Then she said I was discriminating against her by charging her for a bag because “I have a broken arm and I shouldn’t be forced to pay.”
  • Some time ago, on a day I wasn’t scheduled to work, I took the bus into town to stop at the local art store and grab some sushi. Our bus terminal is a quite large building with storefront-styled windows all on the front and most of the way down the side. It is a straight shot from one street to the next. Normally, I cut through the bus terminal. However, when I neared the entrance, I saw M sitting inside and reading a book. She hadn’t seen me, but I still didn’t want to risk it, so I went around the building. Note, I’m wearing my giant-ass bright green headphones, and looking at my phone while replying to an email. As I get about half through the walkway to the next street, I catch M in the corner of my eye. Unsure of if she noticed me, I turned to go to the opposite side, and she actually speeds up and makes a beeline for me, catches up to me, taps me on the shoulder, and starts trying to talk to me as if I’d hear her over my music. Not really sure of what to do as the woman already makes me uneasy, I just point to my headphones and cell phone like I’m on a phone call and walk off quickly.
  • Today I had two incidents with her. I was assisting a student with her resources for a paper. She was having trouble finding non-reference books that she would be able to check out on the subject she needed, so I was discussing the online resources we offer with her. I’m a generally soft spoken person and she was right in front of me, so no problem. We’re quietly discussing them and I show her how to access them and then she leaves. Five minutes later, M comes over from her seat well across the main lobby, slams one of our database brochures and our bookmark that looks like the header of our website on the desks, and demands I tell her about the online resources “you told that girl about.” I’m just sitting here wondering how the hell she even HEARD me. There’s no way, unless she was either using a sound amplifier or she was hyperfocused on our conversation.
  • The second incident today was when I was on my dinner break. I left the library because my grandmother had asked me to see if there were any Peeps on clearance, being the day after Easter and all. I get out of work, get to the local Aite Rid, and grab a few packs for her. Right when I come out of the store- BAM, there’s M, sitting on the bench near the exit and staring in the direction of the store’s doors. Again, I’ve got my headphones on (don’t worry! I wear them around my neck in stores and only put them back on after I’m done buying my things!). She notices me and picks her things up like she’s going to get up to come talk to me, and I just go right in the other direction and cut through a department store to get right back to work. Fortunately, I think she’s gone for the day.

I’m really unsure of what to do. She hasn’t done anything outright ban-worthy in the library. I also don’t want to sound like I’m being an asshole in case she has a mental illness, but she genuinely makes me uncomfortable- especially since I’m unsure of what do do if she approaches me when I’m on the clock. I can’t really say what I wish I could (Which would be: “Please leave me alone, you’re making me uncomfortable.” or something…), and I don’t know if she’s the type to like, come in to the library and try to start something when I AM on the clock. Other workers in both the circulation and reference departments are also creeped out by her and we’re really not sure what to do because she hasn’t done anything that we really needed security for or anything.

Does anyone know how to handle something like this? She seems harmless and all, but you never really know. Anyone can lash out physically. I don’t think she’s targeting me specifically- as other workers have had similar “off the clock” complaints with her.

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TL;DR

Patron at my library is massively creepy. Invades personal space WAY too far (we can literally feel her breathing on us if we’re not safely behind a desk), tries to get behind desks, tries to trap us into awkward conversations, approaches us in odd manners when we’re off the clock, has asked to take pictures of me, has also accused me of being discriminatory when I was going to charge her for the bags we sell as one of our ways of funding the library, and various other incidents. I’m unsure of what to do because she legitimately creeps me out and I’m not sure if she would be the type to lash out physically. 

I’m not sure if anyone here would have tips on how to deal with her, other than to stay within sight/earshot of a coworker or even a patron when she’s near. 

Sorry for this being long, but having two incidents with her in one day kind of freaked me out.

What Happened (In the Room Where It Happens)

Co-written with @hamiltonwrotetheother51 !!! She wrote Hamilton, and I wrote Jefferson!

Chapter One: the Meeting

Pairing: Jamilton and SO MUCH SMUT
Warnings: Sex, dirty talk, begging, sass, teasing, political pursuits, Thomas Jefferson
Word Count: 5745
A/N: This is my first official Tumblr Hamilton fic and I am so happy to have co-written it with @hamiltonwrotetheother51. Her fics are amazing and everyone should read them 5,000 times. I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to write with her, so go follow her and reblog all her stuff!

There will be a chapter two to this, I promise!


Chapter One: The Meeting


Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The grandfather clock in the Secretary of State’s office sounded ever so softly, but it was a nuisance to Thomas Jefferson’s ears. He grimaced. Hamilton was late for this meeting, as usual, and Madison was making it particularly awkward by remaining silent. Madison was a good friend, but he just wasn’t the most fun to be around. He was a mellow soul, and Jefferson needed a little spice. That was exactly what made this little meeting with Hamilton so worthwhile.

Jefferson’s dark brown gaze drifted over to Madison slowly, and he let out a small sigh. “See if Hamilton is outside, James. I’ll fill the glasses with wine,” he told the man as he rose to his feet. As Madison nodded and departed from the room, Thomas took the bottle of wine from the ice bucket and opened it with a pop. He wrinkled his nose slightly, wondering why on Earth he was wasting a bottle of wine of Hamilton. And a good bottle, mind him.

He shook his head, pouring the wine into three glasses that were set up on a small, round table. It had just enough room for the three men and their meals, which would be brought out by a maid as soon as Hamilton arrived. Jefferson completed filling the glasses and returned the wine to the ice bucket, then looked to the door expectantly for Hamilton’s arrival and Madison’s return.

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Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever write a headcanon about Candy being the one with amnesia and how the boys would react or do for her to remember them? If not I'm totally requesting that C:

Ugggghhhh, I can’t believe I made you wait so long for this. I AM SO SORRY! I hope you like it anon. *ahem*

Nathaniel

He would be shaken upon discovering Candy didn’t remember him. He would do his best not to make her uncomfortable for not having any memory of their time together, but he would also be pained by it. She was his anchor, his reason to smile these days, and she helped him through a few really tough situations. So after he took some deep breaths, and recollected himself in private he would dedicate his time to helping her recover, because she deserved that much from him, and he cared for her so much. He would visit as often as he could, bringing her things to read or would read to her outside, such as Dracula, Sleeping Beauty, and poetry. He would also bring you lunch like Candy did for him on the picnic, talk to her about photography, show Candy pics of White, etc. Anything that had to do with things they did together. In the end, what brought back her memories of Nathaniel was when he repeated a specific phrase. She had asked why he always came to see her and said he must have other important things to do than keep her company. He replied “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, right now…with you.” She stared at him and smiled while blushing, before reminding him that’s exactly what he said before they shared their first kiss. He would brush her hair behind her ear hold her close.

Castiel

It honestly broke his heart to find out Candy lost her memory. Non the less her memory of him. They had been through so much, and yet he didn’t realize how much until it was lost to one of them. He would try his best to keep a reassuring face while around her, but wouldn’t be able to contain himself once out of sight. He would punch a wall when he let it all bubble up to a boiling point inside, and after getting his frustrations out of his system he would do whatever he could to help her without being too aggressive….he hoped. Castiel understood this would take time, and he should be very careful, but he the Candy he fell for is still in there. He would visit whenever possible and stay until he was kicked out, talk with her, sneak in some junk food because hospital food sucked, joke with and tease her from time to time and just reassure her as much a possible. They would talk about him and Lysander writing songs together and Candy wondering if she could hear him play sometime in the future. So he brought her a disc of some of the songs he, Lysander, Iris and Nathaniel preformed at a school concert for her to listen to. After a few songs, she remarked how she remembered that Rosa made all of them wear some weird outfits and how how good Castiel was playing on stage. It took them both a minute before they realized her memories were coming back, and he kissed her.

Lysander

Distraught. It was a miracle he was able to stand after another devastating emotional blow. Fist his father becomes sick, Nina was getting too involved in his family affairs, and now….Candy didn’t remember him. What cruel irony? He liked Greek tragedies, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be apart of one in real life. He wouldn’t be able to talk to Candy at first once he received the news of her amnesia. He would just be at a loss for words. But after a visit or two, he would finally harness the strength to speak with Candy on every visit afterwards. Maybe he would show her some of the songs he was working on when he remembered to bring his notebook, and would have Leigh and Rosa accompany him a few times for moral support. He would bring her fresh flowers and replace them if they started to wilt. They would converse and she would ask questions about him and their classmates, and he would inform her as best he could. But in the end, Candy would regain her memories of Lysander the same way he did in the game….an unintentional reenactment of their first encounter. Where Candy thought he was ghost. And it would all come rushing back. Tears welled up in both their eyes and they just stayed in each others arms for a long time.

Kentin

As soon as she asked who he was and he was informed by the doctor that she lost her memory, Kentin had an out of body experience. He zoned out in disbelief. Candy didn’t remember him. At all. They had known each other for so long. And now…..He wasn’t sure whether to cry out of sadness or frustration. It was all overwhelming. But then he realized this was not about him. This was about Candy and her well-being. He would do all he could to help her, to be there for her. Even if it meant she never remembered him. He would remain a friend to her. So whenever he had a chance he would visit Candy in the hospital. They would wander the halls and talk and he would tell her stories of when they went to middle school together and she would ask about his time at military school when he mentioned he was pulled out of Sweet Amoris shortly after arriving. The day before she was going to be released, he stopped by and gave her a bear. She smiled at it for a while, then looked at Kentin and said she loved it and that she would put it on her dresser with the one he gave her before leaving school. Kentin understood, she remembered him, and pulls her into a tight embrace.

Armin

Honestly, he didn’t know how to react. He had never experienced such a thing in his life and his emotions were running every direction that it was hard to focus on just one. Should he be upset? Should he crack a joke? Was that in poor taste? For once, he was just…overwhelmed. Though he and Candy haven’t known each other too long, they had just started dating. And he couldn’t have been happier. He would do anything to hold on to what they had. So he would spend his free time with Candy while she stayed at the hospital. They would talk about movies and he would suggest some for her to see and mention how they could go see a new one once she felt better. He would bring her treats and tell jokes and just…talk. Even if she didn’t remember they were dating, it was nice to get to know her by what she did remember. One day he brought in his gaming console for her to try. She seemed to be having trouble getting the hang of the buttons, he sat behind her and helped her until she was comfortable maneuvering it. She then mentioned this reminded her of the time they both tried to play his console together while locked in the science room. Then they both froze and looked at each other, the ‘winner’ sound emanating from the game.

mangokiwitropicalswirl  asked:

Since I'm majorly envious of your writing time, you can do #81 for me :) 81. Turn that damn thing off

This prompt is SO OLD, and I’m sorry it took this long to get around to it!  This is set during “Rain King,” post-flying-cow.  Special thanks to @mldrgrl for helping me get my ass in gear and focus.




“Turn that damn thing off.”

The request- demand, really- comes from somewhere to Mulder’s right, where a lump of blankets indicates where Scully is curled up.  He’s been watching the weather report, the local news, a basketball game he doesn’t care about, anything to distract him from the reality of the situation.

“Sure, Scully,” he says, and switches off the TV.  Silence and darkness descend around them as he settles back against his pillow.

She is too close.  Much, much too close.  He can smell her shampoo, her lotion, her vanilla body wash from the shower she’d taken before retiring.  The room is chilly, but he’s resolutely staying on top of the covers- if he can feel her warmth any more than he already can, he’ll crack.

He hasn’t been this surrounded by her essence since the last time.

Next to him, Scully rolls onto her back with a sigh.  "I’m sorry, Mulder,“ she says in a weary voice.  "I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“It’s been a long day,” he says with a shrug.  "We’re both tired.“

"That doesn’t give me the right to be rude.”  She rolls on her side, facing him.  "It’s just… weird, you know?“  He does know.  "A little awkward.”

It’s more than just a little awkward, by his estimations, but he lets it go.  His stomach had clenched at the realization that they would be sharing a room tonight, and her face had said all to clearly that she hadn’t been any more thrilled with the situation than he was.  But she, at least, could take comfort in the knowledge that everything that had brought this awkwardness about had been his doing, not hers.  

It had been his idea in the first place, after all.

“Just once, Scully.  Just to… just to see.”  Those had been his words.  "And if it doesn’t work, we never speak of it again.“  As though it would be that easy to dam up the floodgates once they’d finally been unleashed.

It hadn’t been just once.

One night of sad, soothing lovemaking in her apartment after the loss of his father, of her sister.  Fifteen desperate minutes of fumbling against the wall in a hospital stairwell moments after making sure that Robert Patrick Modell was in a coma and no longer a threat.  A hard, angry fuck on top of the desk- his desk, she’d pointed out during, nearly ending the entire interlude- following her trip to Philadelphia.  After that, she’d said no more, and he’d agreed, they’d promised each other… and had broken that promise, amidst gasps of pain from her and tears from him, while a DOD employee had lain dead in Mulder’s apartment and a tumor had ravaged Scully’s brain.

She’d made overtures again, tentatively, right after Diana had reappeared, and in his shock at losing the X-Files, at having their office torched, he’d shot her down cold.  She hadn’t tried again.  She’d pretended their almost-kiss in the hallway outside of his apartment hadn’t happened, and he can’t really blame her.  He’d turned her down, he’d wounded her pride, and he knows her well enough to assume she won’t be trying again anytime soon.

"Scully,” he says quietly, “I’m sorry.”  

“This isn’t your fault, Mulder,” she says.  "You didn’t ask for a cow to fall through the ceiling.“

"I don’t mean that,” he says, and immediately, her face, just visible to him in the streetlight from the window, tenses and becomes fearful.  "I mean for what happened last summer.  After the fire.“  She doesn’t meet his gaze, and he reaches out and touches her chin, making her face him.  "I just… every time we’ve been together, Scully, it’s been because we were grieving, or angry, or afraid… and if we’d been together like that again, last summer, it would have been more of the same.  You and me using sex to escape what’s going on around us.  And I don’t want it to be like that, Scully.”  He brushes the hair back off of her face and cups her cheek tenderly.  "I want to make love to you for no other reason than to show you how much I love you.“  Her eyes widen.  "And I couldn’t do that then.  Not with our work lying in ashes and our future together so uncertain.”  Scully reaches up and covers his hand with hers, pulling his fingers to her lips and kissing each one in turn.

“There’s nothing for us to escape right now, Mulder,” she whispers, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to close the gap between them and press his lips to hers.

He’s immediately regretful of his decision to lie on top of the covers, because it’s just one more obstacle between them, and he’s had his fill of being kept from her.  They fumble and jerk at the comforter and the sheets until they’re ripped away, until it’s only their clothing that separates them, and that, too, is unceremoniously discarded on the floor of the hotel room.

Her body, bared to him, is somehow more beautiful than it’s ever been before.  She had been so painfully thin the last time, battered and bruised the time before that.  Their clothes had stayed on out of necessity in the hospital stairwell… and that very first time, she had been so shy and scared, so vulnerable in her grief, that she hadn’t even permitted him to see her.

Now, she lets him gaze his fill, lets him drink in the sight of her, and her beauty intoxicates him.  He worships every inch of her skin with his fingers and with his lips, driving her into a frenzy until she’s clutching at him, dragging him up to completely cover her body with his.  He slides into her in a haze of ecstasy, both of them moaning and gasping at the sudden sense of completion.

Absent the fear, the anger, the grief and the despair that have characterized their other couplings, making love to her is a completely new experience. Her eyes remain open and locked on his the entire time, both of them refusing to retreat from the intensity, to hide from the powerful emotions that are now fully on display.  Even as she climaxes, she doesn’t break the spell between them, and the love in her eyes nearly brings him to tears.  He shudders and gasps and pours into her, crying her name as she soothes him with gentle hands along his shoulders and spine.

After, he’s afraid, for a moment, that she’ll close herself off, put the walls back up and retreat behind them, away from the sheer power of what they’ve created between them… but she doesn’t.  She cradles his head to her chest, stroking his hair tenderly.  He’s just beginning to doze off when he hears her speak.

“If you’re right,” she murmurs, “we probably owe Holman Hardt a thank-you note.”

“For what?” Mulder asks, propping himself up enough to look at her.

“For the cow,” Scully says, smiling.  Mulder grins back at her.

“Cows from above,” he says.  "A bona-fide act of divine- or should I say bovine intervention.“  She groans at the joke.

"Mulder, that’s terrible.”

“I mean, talk about your sacred cows, am I right?”  She reaches over and grabs a pillow, smacking Mulder on the head with it.

“Go to sleep, Mulder,” she says.

“What, you don’t think this was a moo-ving experience?”

Mulder,” she warns him, “if you want this experience to be repeated- in the morning, for example-”  But he’s snuggled back up before she can finish the sentence.

“Good night, Scully,” he says.  "Sleep tight.“

"Good night, Mulder.”

“Don’t let the mad cows bite.”

Alas Nick @morally-ambiguous-llama almost two months late, you get your present! As the moderator of this blog, I am sincerely sorry it took this long. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me (and you disappearing valentine). 

So! As requested, Kuzupeko’s first dinner date. They don’t know what to do in this situation, so they just awkwardly await their food~ Hope you like!

(Volunteer: @lasanha-do-lidl aka mod Pirra)

Daryl Dixon x Reader - Secret (Jessie’s 1K writing challenge) [SLIGHTLY SMUT]

This is my Daryl x Reader fic for @grimes-slut ‘ s challenge with the prompt “They already know”.

Plot: (Y/n) is Rick’s daughter and has a secret relationship with Daryl, but what happens when she doesn’t want to keep the secret anymore?

WARNINGS: Mention of sexual acts between Daryl and Reader ( Reader is on her early 20′s), sexual situations,dirty talk, a little angst and a lot of fluff.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS.



Another hot day of summer begin in Alexandria.

The hot sun rays passing through the bedroom’s courtains woke me up from my peaceful sleep.

I still couldn’t believe that after all this time we can finally live an almost normal life in a safe place.

In no time I got up from the bed and, after I took a long cold shower I check my wardrobe for fresh clothes.

Since it’s an hot day of summer, I opted for a white thank top and thight shorts, paired up with my cowgirl boots.

Looking myself on the full lenght mirror in my room, I decide to pull my long (h/c) hair into a ponytail.

Once I’m satisfied I walk downstairs, ready to eat something for breakfast.



“Good morning (Y/n)”

“Good morning dad, how are…” I interrupt myself once I notice that my father isn’t alone.

In the kitchen with him, there’s the only man in the community that is able to make my legs tremble just with a stare: Daryl Dixon.

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The girl no one noticed 2 || D.H.

A/N: I wrote a little second part to this story. This week so damn stressful for me and I’m just glad it’s Friday now.

Word Count: 1.1K

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART ONE

Originally posted by shinyphan

“Who are you?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her or at all those amazing things in her room. A small smirk played with Y/n’s lips. She knew that most people would never get to know her well enough to see this side of her. There was barely anybody who knew her like this and that was the way she wanted it to be.

What I didn’t know was that she had decided that I was worthy enough to find out a bit more about who she really was. Little by little.

“Do you want to order some food now?” she asked instead of answering my question and unlocked her phone.

We decided to get some pizza and after it arrived we devoured it sitting on her bed. We even started talking about school, complained about teachers and we also talked about our favourite bands. I couldn’t stop mentioning how amazing her room was and how much I loved Green Day and playing video games.

After eating as much as she could Y/N asked me if I wanted her last two slices of pizza and I gladly took them.

“We should probably start with the assignment.” Y/N then said, holding her full belly.

It took us  three full hours to finish our presentation on the book. I tried to distract her a lot and constantly fooled around but I think I was also helpful from time to time.  

“Can we please play The Last of us 2 now?” I pleaded, after Y/N had written down the last sentence. She put away all of her notes and pens and finally closed her book.

I was stretched out on her bed, feeling extremely exhausted. I was in desperate need of a break and some fun. After concentrating for three straight hours my brain had become useless.

“Fine.” She gave in, unable to hide a smile as she turned on her TV and PS4.

“Catch!” She then shouted after she had thrown a controller at me. Since she didn’t warn me early enough I wasn’t able to react soon enough. The hard controller hit my chest and I yelped in pain. Y/N stuck her tongue out at me and giggled, making it impossible for me to be mad at her.

She sat down next to me on the bed, we both had a controller in our hands. As we were fighting zombies our knees and shoulders accidently brushed a couple of times but I didn’t want to move away and neither did she.

I felt like electricity was rushing through my body every time we touched and it was a feeling a had never experienced before.

I totally forgot that time was something that existed while being with her. While we were having fun playing, it was already getting dark outside. At 7pm there was a knock on the door to her room. The sudden noise made me jump in fear because I was focusing so hard on escaping from a few zombies. Sitting in a dark room wasn’t helping either.

“Come in.” Y/n shouted, after she had recovered from the shock. A little squeal had actually left her mouth as the knock on the door jump scared us.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room. She had the same hair colour and height as Y/N.

“Honey, I am h-“ she started but stopped as her eyes landed on me. There was surprise written all over her face.

“I didn’t know that we have a visitor.” She smiled, her eyes were filled with curiosity. I guess Y/N didn’t invite a lot of people over to her house.

I got up to introduce myself to Y/N’s mum. “Hi, my name is Dan.” I politely said, shaking her hand.

“Y/N never told me about her charming boyfriend.” Mrs Y/L/N raised an eyebrow and smiled.

I could hear Y/N groan in the background. I glanced over my shoulder to look at her. She was still sitting on her bed, her cheeks bright red.

“Muuumm!” she groaned in embarrassment much to her mother’s amusement.

“We- we are like uhm. We are not uhm dating.” I stuttered, not sure if what I said even made sense.

“Sure.” Mrs Y/L/N said with a wink. “Why don’t you stay for Dinner, Dan?” she then added and I gladly accepted her kind offer.

“Sorry for my mum, she’s just excited that I invited somebody over.” Y/N apologized as soon as the middle-aged lady had left the room to prepare dinner.

“Yeah.. don’t worry.” I awkwardly told her, as I plopped down next to her on the bed again.

“I don’t know why she thought we are dating.” Y/N added, avoiding my eyes.

“Right? Crazy idea.” I continued, scratching the back of my neck.

“Totally.” Y/N agreed, looking up from the ground.

And then it happened. In the matter of a second. I saw the beautiful colour of her eyes shortly before our lips got so close they were touching. We were both surprised by our own actions. It felt like my body was a ticking time bomb that exploded as soon as her lips finally met mine.

The explosion tore down a wall somewhere inside my body that had previously captured some of the most fantastic emotions and they were all free now. I had never felt like this before. It was the first time ever that I felt that wholesome.

It was like my brain was smiling while our lips moved against each other.

Her hand quickly travelled to my cheek as she deepened the kiss.

I had never thought it was possible for my heart to beat that fast, but it did.

Then the downfall. The low after the high.

“Dinner is rea-“ I heard somebody shout. Y/N quickly pulled away. Her mother stopped in the middle of her tracks. She was halfway through the door still holding the door handle.

“I’m so sorry.” She genuinely apologized as Y/N buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment.

“Dinner is ready.” Her mother quickly repeated before she headed out of the room.

As soon as she left we suddenly busted into laughter. Both of our cheeks were bright red and it was such an absurd situation. We had kissed! And then her mother interrupted us… We were too speechless to say anything, so we laughed. And that was enough. 

After we had calmed down we walked downstairs to not let her mum wait too long. On the way, I shyly took Y/N’s hand.  

As soon as we sat down on the dinner table Y/N’s mum looked at her daughter and then at me.

“Not dating, huh?” she then asked, cocking one eyebrow.

Bruises

Originally posted by wrong-kong

Artist/Person : Kim Jiwon

Group/Crew : iKon

Genre : Smut

Word Count : 2170

Requested : No

A/N: I’m sorry it’s short and that it took so long, but I was extremely busy. I hope you enjoy~~

He stared at me, eyeing me through the jail cell bars with that goddamn smirk on his face. His hair was messy, nose bridge cut and the corner of his mouth had a little smeared blood from his lip being busted. His eyes were dark as he looked at me, waiting for me to say the words he was waiting for. “This is him, Officer.”

As we walked out of the police station, side by side, I thought about my situation. Stuck living with the campuses main bad boy, who just so happens to be my big fat crush and friend with benefits, that just keeps pulling me into all his mess. Not only does he always bring his troublemaker friends over, but whenever something goes down, like he gets arrested or in a serious fight, I end up taking care of his mess. The smell if cigarettes pulled me from my thoughts. Looking over, I roll my eyes, watching as he smoked. “Hey, Y/N?” A sigh rolled from between my lips at his voice. “Yes, Bobby?” “You look cute.” My eyebrows furrowed as I looked to him. His eyes were looking straight ahead, but a smirk played on his lips. “Thanks.”

Getting into our shared apartment, I went straight to the bathroom to get the first aid before going back into the living where he was seated. I immediately started cleaning his cuts, focusing solely on making sure that the wounds didn’t get infected. “Y/N…” I glanced up to his eyes, our faces a couple of inches apart. “Look…I’ve been thinking…about that night.” I stood, shaking my head before smiling softly. “Done. I’m going to bed.” I turned to start walking away, only for his hand to wrap around my wrist to stop me. “Y/N- “, I shook my head as I stared straight ahead. “I don’t want to talk about it, Jiwon.” “We have to. You’ve been distancing yourself more than usual.” I sighed, easily pulling my wrist from his loose grasp before turning and looking to him with soft eyes. “You were right. I shouldn’t get involved with you. It was just some fun.” I smiled gently before making my way to my room, holding the tears just until I got inside and closed the door. Then I broke down. Silently sobbing until the wee hours of the morning when I finally fell asleep. Little did I know, Jiwon was still awake too. Thinking of what he had done.

Days of not talking to each other turned into weeks, then months, until it somehow ended up being nearly six months of no communication between us. We’d leave out without telling the other, and come back without telling the other. It was a bit sad, though. Every time we ran into each other, whether it be on campus, in the apartment, in a store, it’d be awkward. But then, we’d act like it never happened. Go back to being nonexistent to each other. That was until one Friday night at exactly 3am. The knocking on my bedroom door was just loud enough for me to notice if I was awake, but not even hear if I was asleep. But, I was awake. Doing homework that due the upcoming Monday. I stood from my desk and slowly made my way over to the door, opening it just enough for me look up at the male that I shared an apartment with. “Jiwon… what’s up?” I asked, eyebrow raised in confusion as he stared down at his feet. He’d just gotten back from the party he’d went to during the evening. His cap was facing forward and his head was hanging low, but he didn’t speak. “Jiwon…I don’t have to for your games. I have homework that I need to get do-What the hell happened to you?!” I gasped, taking his bloody face in my small hands. Inspecting his face, I could already tell that what every wounds were under all the blood, were going to bruise and swell up. “Come in, come in.” I ushered him in, sitting him on my bed before pulling a small first aid kit from my bedside drawer.

As I cleaned him up, we both stayed quiet. He let my clean him up, and I focused on his wounds. Wiping away blood, dabbing ointment, and bandaging up the cuts. When I was done, I pulled away from his body. Not even realizing that I ended up straddling his thighs as I cleaned his face. “I’m done now.” He merely nodded and went to get up and leave. “No. Tell me what happened. I haven’t seen you that beaten up since we first moved in together.” “Y/N, it doesn’t matter. Just get back to work. Thanks for your help, really, but I don’t want you involved.” Shaking my head, I forced him back onto my bed by pushing his stomach. At his hiss of pain, my eyes widened in worry before realization set in. “Pull off your shirt.” “Y/N I really don’t think that that’s a goo- “. “Take off the goddamn shirt, Jiwon!” At that, he silently pulled off his hoodie and t-shirt that hid underneath. And that’s when I saw all the bruises. Some were purple and blue, while others were red. I held my hand to my mouth as I scanned his body. “Jiwon…what the hell happened?” I look up, finding him with his head low. His jaw was set in a tight clench, his hands gripping my bed. I stood in front of him, placing my hand on his cheek before lifting his face to look up at me. As we made eye contact, my face softened. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me between his parted legs as he rested his cheek against my bare stomach. His hold was tight, fingers digging into my sides. My fingers automatically went to his hair, playing in the soft, blond strands.

We were like that for a while, sitting in silence as he held me in a steady grip and I played with his hair. That was, until he moved his head. At first I ignored it, thinking that he was just adjusting for his neck. Then, he started placing soft kisses on my exposed stomach. “Jiwon… what are you doing?” I asked softly, looking down at him. “I’m showing you sorry I am. I hurt my princess and I didn’t mean to…” He muttered, his hands moving down to my thighs and pulling me onto his lap. Attaching his lips to my neck, he rubbed his hands up and down my sides. I couldn’t help the way that my head fell back and moans slipped from my lips so effortlessly. My hips started moving on their own, grinding against him and pulling moans from him. “Princess…fuck…I missed you…so much…” He groaned, nipping at my neck as he pushed me against him harder. I nodded, eyes shut as I moaned out softly, gripping his shoulders. “Baby…” I whimpered, clenching in need around nothing. “I need you.” And then, everything stopped. A whine left my parted lips as I opened my eyes and looked to him. His eyes were set on me, dark with lust, as he bit his bottom lip. Then, my back was on the bed and he was kneeling on the floor between my legs, yanking down my cotton shorts and panties. We stared into each other’s eyes as he leaned forward and gave my lower lips a small peck. Slowly he slipped his tongue from between his lips and licked a small strip up my womanhood, causing a small moan to slip from me. At that, he found some encouragement and dove in. He ate me out like it was the first time he’d eaten for months. Twisting and turning his tongue in different ways, nipping and sucking at anything he could. I was a squirming, moaning mess. Head moving back and forth in pleasure as I called his name repeatedly, hands buried in his hair as I tugged on it. I clenched around his tongue, subconsciously pushing his face closer to my core. “I’m close…so close.” I whimpered, only for the feeling of him humming into me. “Cum for me, princess.” He muttered, making my eyes go crossed as the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach snapped. My back arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent moan, and my toes curled. He held my hips down, lapping at my core. When my orgasm passed, he pulled away and stood, looking down at me with a smirk playing on his lips.

Our clothes were shed in a matter of a few minutes, a condom slipped onto his length. He was hovering over me, both his arms resting on either side of my head, his lips brushing against mine gently. “I’m sorry for hurting you.” He muttered, pecking my lips softly and looking into my eyes. “Show me how sorry you are…” I breathed, my hand making its way from where it rested on his shoulder to his neck as I pulled him down for a kiss. As our lips moved together slowly, I felt him slip into me. I pulled away, my lips parting in a silent moan. He pushed into me until our hips connected, using all of his self-control and staying still. “Move.” I spoke in a hushed voice after a few seconds, pushing my hips towards his a little. He slowly started to thrust in and out of me, his forehead resting on mine. “Jiwon…” I whimpered, gripping his biceps. “Don’t hold back.” I breathed, looking him in the eyes. His eyes darkened at my words, his pupils getting slightly bigger as he gave a stiff nod. I felt him pull out until only his tip was left, then he snapped his hips back roughly. I let out a squeak, feeling him do it over and over again. Then he gripped my thigh with one of his hands and pulled it onto his hip. His thrusts were fast and hard, grunts coming from his as he gripped the sheets. Feeling myself clench around him, I didn’t even have time to warn him, before I came. “Fuck!” I cried out, my nails dragging down his back. His face scrunched at the pain that shot through his body, but that only made him thrust harder. Then, he pulled out completely. “Get on all fours.” He growled, his eyes almost animalistic. I nodded, scurrying on my hands and knees, ass facing him as I arched my back.

The sound reached my ears before I felt the sharp sting from him slapping my ass. I whimpered, my head dropping at the pain. The bed dipped behind me, then his hands gripped my ass and parted it as he slipped into me. My eyes rolled back at the angle, my arms almost giving out. His hand tangled itself into my hair before he tugged my head back, making my back arch more, before he started thrusting into me mercilessly. Our moans and groans were bouncing off the walls, adding to the loud sound of the headboard hitting the wall. I was clenching around him tightly, pushing myself back onto him. “Are you close, princess?” He grunted, rolling his hips into me harder. I nodded, letting out a soft ‘yes’, that sound more like a squeak. He nodded before slipping his hand to my front, pressing quick figure eights onto my clit roughly. I let out a low moan, my arms giving out just as he let go of my hair to grab my hips. My face fell into the mattress, as another orgasm ripped through me. He stilled, his grip on my hips tightening as his orgasm hit him. Waves of pleasure coursed through him, before it all slowly came to a stop. Pulling away from me, he rolled off the condom and disposed of it. Laying down next to me, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my sweaty body to his.

When I woke up the next morning, he was still next to me. His face buried in my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist tightly as he slept peacefully. Soft snores leaving him, and anytime I moved even the slightest his hold would tighten before loosening back up slightly after a few moments. When he finally did wake up, two hours after me, he looked up at me with a smile. “Good morning, princess.” Looking away from the small screen of my phone, I made eye contact with him and smiled back. “Good morning, baby.” That only made his smile bigger as he held me closer, if that was possible. Placing a small kiss on my collarbone, he rested his head back on my chest and let out soft sigh. “Y/N…I think I love you.” He muttered softly. My eyes snapped to him and I smiled before giggling softly at his reddened ears. “I think I love you, too, Jiwon.”

Classmate!Mark

Originally posted by onceagainnct

Request: Anonymous said: classmate!mark asks you out to prom!!

A/N: i may or may not hav cried while writing this b y e also i might add a part 2 ajlhzjfhzjfh bc like prom w mark amirite ;)) anyways enjoy!!!!<3


  • it’s time for me to be emo af again about mark lee 
  • ok so
  • mark lee, lee minhyung
  • apparently he’s a rlly good student too like renjun but like i don’t remember correctly so correct me if i’m wrong ahjehgljgh
  • anyways
  • a lot of ppl actually rlly like him!!!
  • especially girls tbh they think he’s v cute, rlly talented and he’s smart so like who wouldn’t like him
  • ofc ur one of them but ur just friends w him so :”))))
  • hmm you’ve probably been friends for a pretty long time and he helps u a lot w ur homework for music and writing too
  • mark is pretty famous at school for his music
  • like he’s always got his notebooks filled w all of his songs w him and everyone always wants to read his lyrics but mark doesn’t let them ofc
  • a lot of girls who have a crush on him always hope that one day he’d confess to one of them w a song that he wrote 
  • but ofc mark is always way too busy w other things to focus on that
  • tbh he’d have a tiny crush on u tho but like he’d never have the time to fully think about the crush that he has on u bc like,,,school
  • that is until one day tho
  • the date for the upcoming prom has been announced
  • and everyone’s so excited and everyone’s wondering who’s going w who
  • aajfhejfh ofc u were rlly excited too!!
  • but u had no idea w who u were going to prom ;;
  • mark had no idea either, that was until he saw u and he just knew ‘i want to go w y/n’
  • he’d be v v excited to ask u to prom
  • but
  • h o w is he gonna ask u
  • mark rlly rlly wanted it to be special but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too extreme and he wanted it to be smth that u would rlly remember
  • so ofc he spends hours and hours looking for ideas that he might like
  • and he just couldn’t find anything ;;
  • that’s when he thought,,,he could write a song!!!
  • it didn’t take long for him to write a song tbh 
  • ok lol sorry that’s a lie it took him a few nights buT HEY
  • anways
  • as soon as he finished writing the song tho
  • and got a melody and everything
  • he realised that he doesn’t know h o w he’s gonna sing the song to u too
  • so mark sends a message to the gc of his squad
  • ‘kids help me’ -mark
  • yikes he doesn’t get a reply after like 2 hours
  • donghyuck left him on read
  • the first one to reply tho was chenle
  • and so mark explained his whole situation when everyone finally started taking in the gc
  • and chenle was like 'mark!!!u could use the school radio!!’
  • mark liked the idea and he was like “let’s do it”
  • sooooooo
  • 2 days later, everything’s perfectly planned
  • and mark is stressedt af aklzhflhegjh
  • he’s scared you’ll say no :((((
  • chenle placed a camera in the class you’d be sitting and a microphone too so he could record ur reaction AND so u could immediately give mark an answer :”))
  • dw u wouldn’t have noticed the cam and mic
  • so ofc class starts and everyone sits down and that’s when u notice that mark isn’t there which kind of made u a bit :/ but like ur there to learn and not for the bois rite
  • 20 minutes after the teacher started his lesson tho, u can suddenly hear someone through the speakers
  • aljhgrljhg the person was trying to whisper but like,,everyone could hear him
  • “chenle,,how do u control this,,”
  • “mark it’s already on, u idiot” - probably na jaemin
  • and obviously u recognised mark’s voice and u were like ???
  • mark is so nervous but he has to do it, there’s not turning back now
  • and so he starts
  • “hello everyone, this is mark lee and as everyone knows prom is coming and i hope u all find the perfect partner to bring to prom!!ah,,,,idk if anyone has noticed yet but i don’t have a date yet but i think i found the perfect person to ask to prom,,,,and so uhm y/n this is for u and i hope u like it”
  • and he clears his throat, checks if his guitar is tuned correctly and starts strumming some chords on his guitar
  • ajhfejhfjefhk the girls in class are squealing 
  • and ur just like 0.0 as mark’s singing and guitar fills the whole school 
  • akajfhjehg chenle’s got it all on cam
  • when mark’s done w singing he’s like
  • “y/n, will u go to prom w me?”
  • and ofc ur like “YES”
  • the whole class cheers and mark runs all the way to ur class w a bouquet of flowers in his hand
  • as soon as he sees u he hugs u and probably kissed ur forehead
  • the class cheers again and now u and mark finally have each other for prom ;)
  • the end
  • or not 
  • :-)
Teenage Runaways- Josh Dun

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Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, unprotected sex.
Words: 1k+
Request: “josh dun imagine where josh and y/n (teen au) are kinda in a romeo and juliet situation so they run away together and then some smut?”
A/N: sorry this took so long :)

Originally posted by wentzacion

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