sounds like pretty names for girls

“3 Weeks”

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AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.


“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again. 

anonymous asked:

A very well known dangerous male yautja arbiter goes to earth to hunt and accidentally befriends a 4 yo girl. She uses him like a coloring book, practices using nail polish on him, braids his "dreadlocks" but everyone just thinks she's talking about her imaginary friend. "Mommy I made a friend today! " "Oh really honey? Thanks nice ." "Yeah! His head touches the top of my room! His skin is pretty colors! His hair is funny but pretty, and his face is really cool!" "He sounds like fun baby"

Ps the little girl names him “Mr. crabby” because the way he talks sounds like grunting to her


my name is BABY and you lean out of your car and spit at my feet it lands in a puddle in front of me and i am thirteen and in a suburban neighborhood on the way home from school and i gag and run with my backpack banging like the echo of your words against my back like you are chasing me all the way home

my name is SWEETIE and i am fifteen in the city with my friends for the first time and we get a little lost and you follow us for a full block you name my friends HONEY and DARLING and WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU TALK TO ME

my name is NICE ASS and it’s two in the afternoon and i still feel my heart slam against my ribs because i am under a hundred and fifty pounds and i have weak lungs and weaker fists and while you saunter down the steps, swinging the beer bottle in your fist, my father who is walking behind me shouts, “she’s seventeen, you dipshit” and maybe i’m near my family but i don’t feel safe until we’re home again

my name is JAILBAIT and my friend is laughing and we just graduated high school and we feel like we are on the brink of something beautiful and terrifying and she is in heels and about to throw up and you name her DRUNK ENOUGH and i have to physically drag you off and when we go home she cries for four hours because a night that should have been just teenage fun almost resulted in the end of her trust of humans

my name is LOOK AT THOSE TITS and we are on a college campus and the boy i am with holds onto my waist just a little tighter while you drive up next to me. you name him THUG and throw a bottle at his forehead. i can’t stop shaking until long after it’s over. he says “it happens,” and i say, “it shouldn’t.”

my name is DAMN GIRL and we are walking down the street. there are ten of you and two of us and you snap a picture when you think we’re not looking. you tell us to either come inside or you’ll fuck us on the street. you all laugh like this is funny. this is compliment. this is just something boys do to get ladies.

my name is LITTLE LADY, my name is FINE MISS, my name is FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR FRIENDS, my name is LOOK ME IN THE FACE, my name is STOP FROWNING, my name is SMILE, my name is WHY DID YOU EVEN GLANCE AT HIM YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, my name is THIS IS A COMPLIMENT so i looked it up according to Oxford that’s “a polite expression of praise or admiration” i think you’ve got the definitions mixed up

my name is PRETTY THING, my name takes nice words and make them into bullet wounds my name is NICE BODY and no girl i know has dated a man who catcalled her, my name is GREAT RACK and it turns out that if you shout things at a stranger, they sound like knives more than flowers, my name is WOMEN LIKE YOU NEVER KNOW THEIR PLACE and every single “nice” thing you say to a woman is something you’d never utter to another man because you know that it’s derogatory, my name is PRINCESS and A REASON TO GET PUT IN PRISON and if another man spoke to your mother sister girlfriend like that, you’d kill him

my name is SEXY and every time i hear someone raising their voice i am thirteen again and i don’t know who you are and i’m running home with a weight on my shoulders and your words like a slap to my spine and your laughter like a hanging, i am scared and alone and suddenly so small,

and compliments are supposed to make me feel good not afraid for my life, compliments are a way of saying “i care and i appreciate you and i thought you should know it,” and if you really meant it as a compliment, you’d care about how i would take it - but you don’t mean it like that, you mean it to show off, you mean it to make us object, you mean it to shove our names into your back pocket so you can tell your friends “i saw the HOTTEST LITTLE THING yesterday” and they can groan about how we just walked away because you don’t see us go home with keys in our fists and all the lights on and we keep 911 dialed just in case and we triple-check our locks and we don’t fall asleep at all because your compliment knocked us over and took who we are

if we are all saying “it doesn’t sound like a compliment, it sounds like a threat,” if you really wanted to make us feel good - wouldn’t you stop doing it?

—  COMPLIMENT =/= CATCALL // r.i.d
The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Scavenger Hunt

Summary: A bachelorette party scavenger hunt forces the reader to approach the hottest guy she sees at the mall…

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: ~1900

You walked quickly into the shopping mall, your giggling friends surrounding you.  Damn them and their bachelorette party games.

You were a bridesmaid for one of your best friends from college, Katie, who you were really glad hadn’t picked you to be her maid of honor because frankly, you weren’t one to plan a bachelorette party.  She’d chosen one of your other best friends Rachel to take the all-important position, and now you were seriously regretting it.

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Truth or Dare

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe)

Multi-fic: Yes? I’m splitting this up into a couple chapters so *finger-guns*

A/N: First Riverdale fic so sorry if anyone here sounds a bit OOC. Also, I don’t really write so *shrugs* be nice please. I had this idea just pop up and HAD to write it.

This was a horrible idea. Truly horrible. It hadn’t even been a half hour into the game before people started getting crazy and clothes were lost. It had started out as a simple sleep over. I just wanted all my friends to be in one place for once without someone trying to rip another’s throat out. My parents had left for the weekend so we were all situated in the living room, Cheryl and I sat in the loveseat, Betty, Veronica, and Archie were on the couch, Jughead was on the recliner (legs crossed and on his laptop), and Kevin was perched on the coffee table between the couch and recliner.

Within ten minutes of the game starting Veronica had dared Betty to keep her shirt off for the rest of the night, Kevin had dared Archie to take his pants off, Cheryl dared me to lose my shirt, Betty (with a face so red you’d think she would’ve passed out) had dared V to ditch her dress, I got Kev to take his shirt off, and Archie got Jug to lose his shirt. Jug had just dared Archie to not be an idiot for the rest of the night, which made everyone laugh. Everyone except Cheryl was somewhat nude and embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Kevin called my name. “Yes,” I answered, staring right at him, trying to be cocky. “Truth… or dare?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. Everyone stared at me as I debated my choices. I decided I didn’t trust that twinkle, and no matter what choice I made I’d be in trouble. “Truth.” I sighed. Kevin’s face almost split in two at my answer, his grin enormous. I tried not to gulp in fear. “I want you to tell everyone here what you really, truly think about them. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Not good.’ I looked him dead in the eye as I said fine, and re-positioned myself on the couch. I took a deep breath before looking at him and speaking. “You’re first then hun,” I said as a small smile grew on my face.

“Kevin, I love you, and I mean that in the most platonic way possible. You were the first friend I made here, and my best friend, and I’ll never forget the way you introduced yourself,” “Oh god Y/N please no!” Kevin cried, a blush creeping up on his face. “Y/N yes,” I mocked. “It adds to the story. Anyways, we were five, I had just moved to town the day before. I was walking through the park when all of a sudden I see this kid come running towards me at full speed, only to fall flat on his face three feet away,” Everyone started laughing while Kevin’s face grew redder. “Y/N!!!” He wailed. “Hush!” I said, still chuckling. “I ran over to him to help but he just sprung up and grabbed my hand and started shaking it. ‘Hi, my name’s Kevin, what’s your name? Wanna play!?’ I mocked in a little kid’s voice. Kevin hit me with a pillow. “I didn’t sound like that!” “Kevin shut up or she’ll never finish.” Cheryl spoke. “Yeah,” Archie spoke up. “I kinda wanna hear what Y/N has to say about me too some time tonight.”

Kevin made a zipping motion with his hands over his mouth before sitting back down, playfully glaring at me as well. “I told him my name and he said it was very pretty, and then he asked me if I liked boys, girls, or both. I was really confused at the time but Kevin just repeated it and told me he only liked boys ‘There’s a word for that you know, it’s called gay, and that’s what I am, so are you gay too?’ I just shook my head and said I didn’t like anyone.” I gave a light chuckle. “Kev gave me a weird look before he shrugged and said that was fine, and to come to him if anyone was being mean to me about not liking boys or girls. I knew at that moment we were going to be best friends,” Betty and Ronnie “Aww-ed”, Cheryl rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile in them, Archie smiled and Jug gave a smirk. 

“You’ve always been there for me Kev, every time I needed you, and I feel honored every time you come to me because you need someone. You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times, and for the most part you knew when to back off. You’re so sassy and confident and I’m so jealous you have the confidence to be who you are. You always try to look on the bright side of things and keep everyone in a cheery mood. You’re amazing and wonderful and I never wanna let you go.”

I paused to look at Kevin, his eyes were watering up and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry right then and there. “You mean the goddamn world to me Kev, you’re the twin brother I wish I always had. I’d crawl on broken glass for you. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need someone to vent to, or if you ever need someone to have your back in a fight.” We smirked at each other, my eyes starting to water up as well. “I love you Kevin Keller, with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.” As soon as I had finished Kevin jumped at me, a couple tears streaming down his face and falling on my shirt as he nearly squeezed the life out of me. I hugged him back immediately and held him just as tightly, a few tears of my own falling as well. “Oh, I love you too Y/N! You’ve always been like a sister to me. I swear you mean the world to me too!” 

He kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away. When I looked around I saw that everyone had gotten misty-eyed, even Jughead, who was trying (and failing) to make it look like he hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. Kevin eventually made his way back to the coffee table, wiping his eyes before looking straight at me. “I swear to god Y/N if the rest of your speeches go anything like this I’m grounding you.” Everyone laughed while I looked around the room, trying to see who I would talk about next.

A.N.: Okay! First part is up! Let me know what you guys think and who Y/N should talk about next *wink* Also if you wanna be tagged that’s more than fine just let me know please!

Tag List (okay just *blushes*): @mrsjugheadjonesthethird, @supernovares

anonymous asked:

GOM reacting to yuri on ice?!?! :D

OMG THIS ASK JUST MADE ME SUPER EXCITED. I’m not sure whether this is an MTC ask, gif reaction or headcanons request, so I’m just gonna make a reaction thingy.I hope you like it! - Rin

Long post ahead! Episode 1 spoilers ahead for those who haven’t seen it yet!

(I’ll include Momoi and Kuroko in this!) credits to the owners of the gifs!

GoM reacting to Episode 1 of Yuri!! on Ice

Kise: Wow, the opening song is cool! The colors are nice! Do they have this song on Karaoke? Hold on I’m gonna look up the lyrics—

Aomine: Oi Kise, you’re too loud. Shut up.

Kise: Jeez, fine.

Midorima: This is interesting.

Kuroko: Their English is good. Wow.

Kise: We were born to make history.. I’m tweeting this!

Murasakibara: Can I go get some snacks?

Akashi: The episode’s starting. Be quick, you might miss important scenes.

Aomine: Are there only three main characters? The glasses guy in the beginning, blondie and the gray haired dude?

Kise: So the guy with the silver hair’s name is Victor Niki.. what was it again?

Akashi: Nikiforov. So he’s Russian..

Momoi: He’s attractive..

Murasakibara: Their clothes are fancy in figure skating..

Aomine: Glasses guy is back.

Midorima: His name is Yuri Katsuki.

Aomine: Shut up, Glasses guy.

Midorima: *frowns*

Kuroko: He sure is having a hard time..

Kise: Did I hear that right? His family dog died?!?!

Murasakibara: Oh, it’s him.. *bites into his snack* He looks mean..

Murasakibara: Eh, he is.

Akashi: So there are two Yuri’s now.

Aomine: What’s the kid so angry about? Hahaha

Kise: Huh.. Victor’s voice sounds familiar..

Kuroko: I agree.. It sounds kinda like… umm..

Momoi: Why would he turn down his offer? I thought he idolizes him.

Aomine: That Minako girl’s cute.

Murasakibara: Ehhh~ She’s flexible.

Kise: Is Yuri wearing multiple jackets? 

Kise: *gasps* NO WAY

Aomine: What?!

Kuroko: *hugs Nigou*

Momoi: Oh no!!!!

Akashi: Poor dog..

Murasakibara: …..

Kise: Yuri likes this girl?

Kuroko: His younger version is cute.


Aomine: Now I want a poodle.

Momoi: You’ve always liked dogs, huh, Dai-chan.

Kuroko: Oh, he’s copying Victor.

Aomine: Huh, that’s actually pretty cool.

Midorima: I’m impressed.

Murasakibara: Skating looks tiring.

Akashi: His skating is remarkable.

Momoi: Yuri has Victor posters all over his room!!!!!!!!!

Kise: How cool!! His imitation video of Victor went viral!!

Momoi: That Yuri is cute.

Murasakibara: Eh? But he’s mean~


Kise: Look, another dog!!

Aomine: If that dog dies too I’m out.

Momoi: OMG OMG

Kise: But that’s Victor’s–?!

Akashi: Then that means..

Murasakibara: Do you guys have snacks?

Midorima: You’ve had two bags of chips!

Momoi: YES!!

Aomine: Really?

Kise: Look at Yuri’s face hahahaha

Momoi: \(*0*)/

Aomine: What…

Kise: Uh…

Momoi: Yes!!

Kise: Victor’s voice really sounds familiar!!

Midorima: He sounds like Aomine.

Aomine: Hah?

Kise: *gasps* You’re right!!

Murasakibara: Ehh.. Now that you’ve said it..

Akashi: This show is interesting.

Kuroko: Do any of you know how to skate?

Momoi: Next episode please!!!!

I Can Feel You (M)

Anon said: Can I have a long ass multiple round fluffy cute lovey dovey ass smut with Wonho and face sitting and roughish sex? 🙈🙈🙈🙈 

A/N: this long fic turned multichaptered and you’ll get what you asked for.  For now enjoy the ride.

Wonho/ female reader; WC 1500; phone sex; mature themes

Ch 1: The Wait

You slung your bag off your shoulder and threw it on the couch as you entered the kitchen to your home.  You were tired, your brain was sluggish, and honestly you just needed to relax.  You grabbed a bottle of red wine out of the fridge and threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave.  At least it was the weekend and you could finally relax.  You poured a little of the wine into your glass and took a sip leaning back onto the kitchen island.  At this time you wished your boyfriend was around to rub your shoulders.  

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NCT127 + TEN Reaction To Seeing A Beautiful Black Girl At A Fan Meeting

Mark: mark would definitely get all nervous when he saw her. he’d try his best to look cool but would deadass look like this. “uh hey what’s your name?” he’d try to sound so smooth but it would come out shaky, he’ll laugh it off and start over. “you’re really pretty” she’d smile and then he’ll be like “your smile is pretty” he’s like that cool shy boy that has a crush on you and finally talks to you.


Yuta: he shook alright. all wide eyed and everything. grinny and everything. he’s talking to her though like he’s her bestfriend, he’s a sunshine. that’s all.

Johnny: he’ll act so stupid and shy but at the same time try to spit game. “my name is johnny, hello.” he’ll say before face palming himself cause he knew that she already knew his name. he’d be blushing hard as shit when she tells him that she loves his hair. “i love your hair too! it’s so big!” he’d laugh. he’ll know how to have fun for the little minute that he has to speak with her.

Taeyong: when he sees her, his eyes go wide and his jaw drops. taeyong is invited to the cookout meaning that he likes black folks and he’s lit and to see one at his fanmeet is pretty damn awesome to him. but he’d stutter at first before getting comfortable talking to her. “so um the weather is nice haha..” to “i love you too and i hope to see you again”. he’s just-

Haechan: “wow oh my god!” “you’re so pretty!” “eehhhhh!” he’s fanboying over a fan. he’d touch her hands and poke at her cheeks making her giggle. he’s the cutest, really.

Jaehyun: he’ll be so happy like i can’t even explain. “annyeong!” faced ass. he’ll hold her hand and stare into her eyes while talking to her. he’ll try to act sexy at some point, a little lip biting and licking of the lips. he’s a flirt.

WinWin: he’s gonna be sprung after the fanmeet. she’ll be on his mind for a little while cause damn, she was beautiful. when she comes up to him, he’s a cheesing mess and a cute flirt. he’ll ask questions like, “how are you this pretty?” making her blush.

Taeil: he’s shook af. he’ll be lost for words until he notices that she’s getting a little weirded out. he’ll say a few words like “hey” and “hey”. basically he’ll use all of his time up with her just staring cause she’s so beautiful. how tragic.

Ten: ten ten ten ten. ten will try to get to know stuff about her although it may not matter cause they’ll probably never meet again. he’ll be cheesing the entire time.

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Had to Give You Away: Part 2B (Lin/Reader)

Summary:  Lin was the foundation on which you built your life, until he wasn’t anymore. The two of you decide to rebuild.

You can find the first part here.

You can find Part 2A here.

Note: This is the happy ending!

A huge thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog and @fragmentofmymind for reading this as it progressed.

Word Count: 3172

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Conor Maynard Imagine - Photograph (SMUT)

For the past few days, you have been frustrated. Really frustrated. At some point during the past week, you started seeing Conor with different eyes. Suddenly, you wanted to be more than his friend, more than his go-to shoulder when he was upset. And it was all because of that fucking cover.

Not a song cover, but a magazine cover. Gleam had managed to get Conor into the cover of UK’s most important fashion magazine, and you were regretting getting a copy. The photoshoot featured inside, a 5-page-long fucking shoot, had your insides tingling. You had never seen him look so sexy, so ready to pin you up against the wall. And God, did you want him to pin you up against a wall.

Your favourite picture of him was strategically kept at the bottom of your drawer, as if you were a crazy ass 13-year-old fangirl. Shame? None. He was sitting down on a wooden chair, his chin lifted up slightly. His eyes were closed, his hair too bed-like for you to handle, and his left hand was grabbing his pants. He was biting his lip, and so were you.

That’s why, when he asked for your help with a video, you had struggled not to imagine him biting his lip, head thrown back in another situation that involved you kneeling down in front of him. Because that was all you really wanted.

Jack had told you he had a thing for you, but you knew it was smart not to trust Jack with everything he said. Since then, you thought you had seen him looking at you in a different way, yet you still thought you were imagining it. But you were tired of playing games. Lately you have been craving his touch, and not in the friendly way it always happened. You didn’t know where your obsession with Conor had come from, or why, but you sure were more than fine with it.

You were behind the camera, checking that everything was going well as Conor and Anth sung whatever they were recording. Your mind could only focus on Conor’s voice, and how good it would sound if he moaned your name with you on top of him. You sighed deeply.

“Sounded great, guys” you told them once they finished off “Don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t know you could sing so well, Anth”

The boy laughed, making you smile “It’s really a pleasure to surprise pretty girls like that” he said, and you saw Conor giving him a look by the corner of your eye.

You didn’t like Anth like that, and you well knew you weren’t his type - Jack had told you how he was trying to get with an LA blonde chick. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun with the situation “It was a pleasant surprise, indeed” you told him, and then you winked at him just for the sake of it.

“Let me see if we need to do another take” Conor said coldly, grabbing the camera from your hands without even looking at you. You knew that serious expression on his face, and you were enjoying every second of it.

“Want to stay for a drink, Anth?” you asked him, ignoring Conor right besides you.

“He’s going out shortly, aren’t you?” Conor interrumpted, not even letting his friend speak up.

You noticed Anth was going to acept your invitation, but after Conor’s words, he changed his mind. He could tell his friend was annoyed for some weird reason, and the last thing he wanted was to get him upset “Actually, yeah” he said. You raised an eyebrow “I’d love to, but I’m in a rush tonight. Maybe some other day, Y/N”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back at him “Sure” But you were pissed off. It was not because you wanted Anth to stay, but because Conor had no rights to uninvite people from your plans.

“Okay, no need for a second take” Conor informed you after a few minutes.

“Right, then” Anth said, grabbing his jacket from the desk “I’ll see you tomorrow, mate. Bye, Y/N, thanks for your offer again”.

And with that, he left. When you heard the main door closing, you turned your head to Conor, who had his eyes fixed on the video “What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, getting him to lift his gaze.

“Hey, what did I do?” he sounded confused, yet you noticed a slight sass on his voice.

“Anth wanted to stay, but no, pretty boy over here had to be a dick about it and remind him that he had to be somewhere else” you crossed your arms in front of you.

“He really needed to be somewhere else” he said. After what seemed like three hours, he spoke again “Sorry I ruined your plans to flirt with him, if that’s what’s bothering you”

Your mouth hung open “Excuse me?”

He chuckled sligtly “Consider yourself saved” he said, and you adopted a more defensive position “I love him, but he’d leave you the morning after”

You raised your eyebrow again “And why do you even care?”

He left the camera on his desk, and walked towards you. You took a step back as the sudden image of him on that chair filled your thoughts again “Because you’re my friend” he smirked, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

But you sure knew it was a game for two “Right” you mumbled “If you were a real friend you’d have encouraged me to get with him, if that’s what I wanted”

He laughed, and you suddenly felt ridiculous. Maybe your attempt to look and sound tough wasn’t working as well as you had planned “I don’t think that’s what you wanted, love”

You gulped as he took a step closer to you. It was impossible that he was insinuating himself to you, you were probably just imagining things. But then, your eyes met his and you instintively bit your bottom lip.

“You don’t even know what you want yourself, let alone what I want” you said, your words stinging on his chest.

He shook his head, and lifted up his thumb to chew on his fingernail, his eyes never leaving yours. You could tell he was nervous “Right, I see you wanna play” he mumbled, and before you could take in what was happening, you found yourself pressed against his body, the cold wall behind you sending chills down your spine.

He pressed your foreheads together, his lips hovering at yours “I fucking know what I want” he whispered, his voice sending you on a state even more intense than his pictures had made you feel “And it’s you

Your lips immediately pressed against his hungrily. You cupped his face on your hands while his roamed your body, pressing it closer to his. You moaned inside his mouth as he deepened the kiss, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. Because you couldn’t take it anymore, and the friction you had been making between your legs wasn’t helping anymore.

“I need you inside me, badly” you moaned, unable to keep teasing around anymore.

“How bad do you need me, princess?” he asked you, already unblucking his belt.

“Conor, please” you begged as you felt his lips on yours again. His hands travelled to the small of your back, gripping at your sides in such a hot yet caring way it was driving you insane.

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, as he started walking towards his bedroom. However, the steamy pressure your lips were making on his neck made him stop halfway, and he placed you up on the kitchen counter instead. He attacked your lips again, your hands instictively going to his bulge. You massaged it tightly, trying to get him to react. He moaned into your neck, making you tighten your grip.

You jumped off the counter to remove your leggins, as he did the same. He grabbed your waist and pulled you up again, pumping his now bare member with his hand. You opened your legs, admiring his actions in front of you, because you couldn’t count with the fingers of both hands how many times you had imagined yourself in that situation.

Eventually, Conor slid inside you in a swift move, giving you no time to adjust to his lenght. You let out a high pitched scream as he thrusted in and out. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his hands were on your waist, steading your body as he rapidly pounded inside you against the kitchen counter.

“Fuck, Y/N” he moaned, his face hidden on the crook of your neck. Your walls clentched around his member, making your both whimper in pleasure. He went on for a couple of minutes until he hit your spot, and you screamed his name in arousal, and he wasn’t able to take it any longer.

“Conor, that was…” you whispered as your head rested on his chest, recovering from your previous actions.

His arms tightened around your bare skin, and he kissed the top of your head “I love you, Y/N” he whispered back, catching you off-guard “I couldn’t see you flirting with Anth when all I wanted was to have you like this” he breathed out. He kissed your head again “My princess” he whispered to himself.

You lifted your head to look at him. You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it carefully “Hey” you smiled “It’s fine, Con” He took your hand and placed a soft kiss on it.

“Let me at least take you out on a date?” he smiled, as you saw your cute old friend Conor Maynard again, instead of the hot mess in that photoshoot, and suddenly you realised you loved both way too much.

“I’d love to” you smiled, before leaning in and kissing his soft lips again.

Flower Boy- Vernon Fluff

Originally posted by sneezes

Request: hello!!! may i request some fluff with vernon where he is a florist thats extremely shy and he falls in love with you at first sight and you start to visit his flower shop often and one day while ur looking at flowers in the back of the store he just kisses you. sorry if this is a bit much haha. thank you!!!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1352

Member/Group: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

A/N: I hope you guys are okay with me choosing this as the first official scenario for our Vernilla Ice! The prompt sounded interesting, and I hope y’all enjoy reading my attempt at writing.

 The scent of roses hung in the air when the bell finally rang. Vernon, a young florist, stepped through the door and set the bundle of flowers he held in his hands on the counter. The yellow flowers were still quite small, and he would need to find a pot to plant them in so that they could grow to their full potential. Carefully, he took his apron out of the cabinet next to the register and began his morning. 

 His instincts kicked in, and for a good hour he walked around watering each flower with care. He remembered to place extra on the daffodils, which had been left in a particularly sunny spot on an extremely hot and dry day, and patted some fertilizer onto the freshly planted chrysanthemums. This routine was set in his head, and he hummed a little tune as he stepped through the entirety of the store caring for his sole source of income. By the time he finished by trimming back some overgrown mint leaves, the clock struck 9 am.

 Time to open again… 

 As usual, his first customer was his childhood friend, Boo Seungkwan.

 “I swear, that girl was checkin’ me out! I bet she was jealous that she doesn’t have my glorious figure or my striking features.” Seungkwan told him of another failed attempt to pick up girls at a nearby bar, and Vernon couldn’t help but let out the loudest chortle he had heard himself create in his 19 years of living.

 “Hey! Don’t laugh! Anyway, it’s not like your luck has been any better than mine in finding somebody that accepts your over-obsessive tendencies with flowers. Now that is weird.” Seungkwan fired back the comment and tucked his gloriously boo-tiful hair behind his equally as gorgeous ears.

 “Excuse me! I could totally date someone, I just don’t have time. You wouldn’t know, considering you don’t even have a good enough job to pay for your obsession of shipping Beyonce albums over to Korea even though you could totally just download them on your phone.”

 “Don’t diss my queen! Anyhow, I gotta go, tell your sister she’s still my favorite Chwe!” Vernon scoffed as Seungkwan slipped out of the blue door that led into the shop. He slipped back behind the counter, and began to look for a book amongst his pile of paperwork and files that had been strewn across his desk. He managed to find A Catcher in the Rye, and immersed himself in the storyline.

 Suddenly, the bell rang, nearly giving the young man a heart attack. The chair he had been resting in flipped over, and he shot up in an attempt to make himself not look as if he had just been dozing off to a good book.

 “Excuse me? I’m looking for roses for a gift. How much would a dozen cost?” You stuttered out, shyly kicking the ground with the front of your right shoe.

 “Depends on which ones you would like. The red ones are 25 bucks, but the yellow and white ones are 30.” He quickly answered, scanning his eyes over your features.

 “I guess I’ll take a dozen red ones then. Does the gift wrapping cost extra?” Vernon shook his head in response to your question, and began to walk over to the large display of roses in the center of the shop. You watched him cut the stems, and flush overtook your cheeks when you realized that you had been staring at him. As he took extra care in focusing on cutting identical lengths, he had been biting his lip. When the last snip was heard, you quickly turned away and pretended that you had been staring at the array of sunflowers laid out across the wall of the shop.

 “Ma’m, that will be $25. 57. Would you like pink or white lace tied around it?” He asked, and you shyly pointed to the white lace and chewed on your bottom lip. “So, are these for your boyfriend? Because I can tell you, he must be pretty special if you are buying him roses.”

 “Actually, they are for my mom, I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s her birthday and I buy her a bouquet of roses every year.”

 Vernon nodded and continued to listen to your rambling, but all he was focusing on was the first thing you said. She doesn’t have a boyfriend… but she’s so cute!

 “I just feel like they really express how much she means to me, you know?” You finished you story, but noticed Vernon was spacing out and staring at you as if you were a creature from another planet. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bore you. I swear, I’m such a chatterbox!”

 “No, I like hearing you speak. You know, if you ever want a job, come by here. I’d be glad to give you an interview, and you seem to know your way around flowers and their correspondence with holidays and celebrations.” You both laughed, and you nodded.

 “That sounds really nice. You’re name is is Vernon, isn’t it?” He nodded, and you continued. “My name is (Y/N). I gotta go, but if its okay with you I’m gonna take you up on that job offer.” He waved and sent you on your way. (Y/N), what a pretty name for a pretty girl.

 It had been a few weeks since your job interview at Vernon’s shop, and you had basically become his most trusted workmate. You guys spent practically every day together, even when neither of you had a shift. He would come over to your apartment and take you to go grab food. They weren’t exactly dates, per say, but you definitely had began to grow feelings for Vernon.

 You walked up the concrete steps and inserted your key into the lock that was the only barrier between you and your favorite career. When you entered the door, the familiar sound of the bell that welcomed customers rang. 

 “Hey, Vernon! What’s first on the agenda today?” You set down your backpack and slipped your apron on over the blue oversized turtleneck you wore. Vernon took a second to look up, as he was clearly extremely concentrated on a document in his hand.  

 “We got a new shipment of daises that we need to sort before opening today. Can you grab the gardening gloves off the shelf next to my desk?” He instructed you and you nodded before quickly moving to complete the task. You found Vernon’s thick black gloves and your light green ones that rested in the cupboard at the bottom of the shelf. Moving to put yours on, you rushed to bring Vernon what he requested.

 “So, just sort through and pull out any stray pieces of grass or plastic that may have gotten there during shipping. Vernon turned on his radio and you both silently began to sort through all the flowers.

 You were at the center of the bundle when something red caught your eye.

 “Hey, Vernon, I think a rose got mixed up in here somehow. What idiot puts this in daises?” You turned around with the flower in your hand, but your words were cut short by a pair of lips being placed on yours. Obviously, it was Vernon, so you decided to go ahead and melt into the kiss. The rose dropped to the ground, long forgotten, and your hands went behind his neck. You kissed him softly, and when he pulled away you took in a gasp of air.

 “So… I’m guessing you are the idiot who stuck that rose in there?” A pink flush spread across your face, and Vernon laughed loudly.

 “I’m not an idiot! I know you love them… I guess you could say I’m your flower boy, ay?” You laughed and shook your head before pulling him into a sweet kiss that began a new chapter in the life of you and your flower boy.

*** I hope that went with the request and you enjoyed it. Requests are still open guys, and don’t be shy! If you would like, request under you account name and I can send you a message when your request is posted. Love y’all!xx

Out Of My Mind

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Scott x Derek


Word Count 4,700

**Hey guys! I hope you like this! Also it’s crazy long but that’s just because this is supposed to be the only part.. although I might be convinced to do a part 2**

Originally posted by lovablecouples

           I jiggle my knee absentmindedly under my desk as I glare at the man standing in front of me.

           “No, Mr. Harris,” I say in a snarky drawl, “Contrary to what you seem to believe Beacon Hills is not the most interesting place I’ve ever lived. I spent 2 years living in China, 8 months in the heart of the dense jungle surrounding the Amazon River, and 3 weeks trekking across the Sahara Desert. So I’m curious as to why you seem to be under the impression that your quaint little suburbia has any form of fascination for me.”

           Mr. Harris flushes with embarrassment and mumbles something about how today’s youth doesn’t appreciate the simplicity of a quiet town before he quickly walks away from me. I hear a snicker from somewhere behind me to the left, and I turn slightly to see who it’s coming from. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a pale boy, his cheek and neck dotted with a few moles, his dark brown hair completely disheveled and his hazel eyes are flickering with amusement.

           I bet if she knew all the freaky shit that happened around here she’d be a little more impressed by it.

           I quirk an eyebrow at the response, my interest peaked, and I continue to listen and find myself growing increasingly more amused by what he comes up with as class continues.

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GOT7 Reaction To Seeing a Black Girl at Their Fanmeet

jaebum: “hey what’s your name?” grabs her hand and looks into her soul. he’s smiling like really hard the whole time really.

bambam: he’s gonna try to act out lowkey. he might turnip (turn up, get lit) just a little bit. he’ll let her know that he think she’s pretty and basically treat her as a long time friend. touching her if she lets him which she most definitely will.

mark: his deep voice…lord. pray for her cause he’s gonna sound so sweet talking to her. he’s flirting ofc. “i like your hair” “can i..?” he’ll ask before touching it. when he touches her hair, he bites his lip while looking into her eyes. she dead.

youngjae: this sunshine apple face pie heart warmer will make her smile and laugh (because of his randomness) so much. holding onto her hand. doing random shit cause why not?

jackson: “hey girl”. he’s biting his lips at her. being a fucking freaky flirt level up 2.0. that is all.

jinyoung: cutie. that engrish tho. he’s using that..well duh. she’s gonna die making it obvious that she’s…dying. he’ll be a blushing and cheery mess. “you are so pretty!”

yugyeom: shy as fuck. lowkey lost for words. choking. shookt. staring. “you’re so…oaahhh” he’ll accidentally say to her. face palms cause his engrish. cuteness overload.

anonymous asked:

Why Moro?

Besides sounding pretty cute and being simple and easy to remember, the name Moro is based off of a character from my favorite movie of all time Princess Mononoke. 

My Moro is kinda too jolly and playful to be anything like that Moro (who is very wise and old) but

they both have a brilliant smile, huh?

(also watch princess mononoke if you haven’t it’s so good but also very violent. Still my favorite movie ever)

|| how to fall in love ||

{summary: “i wonder if you’ll laugh at my mere existence?”}

here’s a completely fluffy and safe peter parker story that i promised. i’ll admit to being inspired by one of my favorite deviantart writers when i wrote this and hope to write as well as they do one day [♥]

also, this is dedicated to @rvnclawss , because she wrote a cute tom holland drabble for me [♥]

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**


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Who I am

Amongst all the dancing and music, Lukas finds himself looking fondly over at Philip, who’s sitting on the floor with all three puppies. Pumpkin is licking his face and Philip is grinning, laughing and petting up and down her back.

Angela walks over to Lukas, handing him a drink. “Only one more for you, Mr. Underage,” she says.

“I thought you said it wouldn’t be a lot of people,” Lukas says, taking a quick sip. He hisses a little bit, and isn’t sure how much he likes rum and coke.

“Half them brought their whole damn family and friends,” Angela says, shaking her head. She sighs, looking up at him. “You guys got your Christmas tree yet?”

“Tomorrow,” Lukas says, beaming when he thinks of it.

“Gonna be real cute, I better get some pictures,” Angela says.

“Of course,” Lukas says. He smiles when Taffy jumps further up Philip’s chest, trying to nudge Cheddar out of the way. He hears someone call Angela’s name and she whips around, following the sound of their voice.

“Be right back, sugar,” she calls over her shoulder.

Lukas only nods, clearing his throat and thinking of all the times Philip calls him that. It makes him miss him, even though he’s only a few steps away. Lukas starts to make his way over to him a moment later, when a small blonde girl stops him. She looks like she’s drunk already and she smiles up at him, touching his chest. Lukas immediately panics.

“You’re a very pretty boy,” she says, her eyes shining.

“Uh, thanks,” Lukas says. He looks up and tries to get Philip’s attention, but Philip’s attention is still, of course, on the puppies.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks. And then keeps talking before she can get an answer. “Because I could be a very good girlfriend. I have been. Before. In the past.”

“Uh, uh–” Lukas says, touching her shoulders and trying to set her straight again. “I’m sure you could be. But just not to me. No…no girls for this guy.”

She pouts at him. “How come?”

Lukas chews on his bottom lip and turns her around. “You see that cute boy over there on the floor? With the puppies?”

She nods. “You think I’ll have a better chance with him?”

Lukas frowns, a weird irrational jealousy rolling in his stomach. “No, no–that’s my–that’s my boyfriend.”

The girl is quiet for a couple moments. “Oh,” she says. She turns back around to look at him, her eyes tracing over his face. “You don’t look gay.”

Lukas shrugs. “Well, I am.”

She nods at him and looks back at Philip. “You’re both cute. Bet you look cute kissing.”

“Alrighty then,” Lukas says, flushing a little bit. He pats her on the back and she smiles, shuffling off towards another boy alone at Angela’s kitchen counter.

About an hour later Lukas is sitting on Angela’s couch with Philip in his lap. Philip still has all three puppies, but they’re on their way to passing out, since he’s has been playing with them all night. Pumpkin makes little whining noises and Philip chuckles, still clearly smitten with her.

“You’re really monopolizing puppy time,” Lukas says, kissing Philip’s temple.

“All puppy time belongs to me,” Philip says, petting the top of Pumpkin’s head.

“We’ll leave in a little bit here,” Lukas says. “Catch the train back.”

“Mmm, okay,” Philip says, readjusting Taffy and Cheddar in his lap. “If we must.”

Lukas clicks his tongue. He looks over his shoulder and sees the girl that was talking to him earlier, chattering away to two other girls in the kitchen. He shifts a little bit, wrapping his arm tighter around Philip and rubbing his leg. “You know, earlier, this girl, uh–was like, hitting on me.”

Philip snorts. “Oh yeah?” he says. “Which one?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lukas says. “I just thought it was funny because…you know, in high school, I would have been freaked out if someone thought I was gay even though I was, you know? But now I’m freaked out when someone thinks I’m straight even though I’m not.”

“Why’s it freak you out?” Philip asks.

“Because…I don’t know,” Lukas says, cracking his jaw. “The idea, at this point, of being anything but gay and being with anyone but you is just….weird. Strange.”

“You know who you are,” Philip says, tipping his head back and kissing under Lukas’s chin.

“Who am I?” Lukas asks, smiling when Philip kisses up his jaw.

“Someone who is very content to have his boyfriend in his lap. His boyfriend, who has an armful of puppies and is very seriously considering stealing them and bringing them home.”

Lukas snorts. “Angela wouldn’t be too thrilled.”

“They’re getting bigger now,” Philip says. “Soon they’ll be too much to handle and she’ll be begging us to steal them away.”

“Puppy thief,” Lukas says, sneaking his fingers up under Philip’s shirt sleeve.

“You love this puppy thief,” Philip says, nudging Lukas’s cheek with his nose.

“I absolutely love this puppy thief,” Lukas says, kissing the corner of Philip’s mouth. “Love him more than anything in the world.”

Lukas knows who he is now. And he couldn’t be happier with it.

Protective (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by hardyness

Request:   Do you think you could do one about Newt and the reader have been dating or are engaged and Newt gets all overprotective please?  - Anon

This was basically just a description of how Newt is protective of you, sorry if this is not what you wanted, Anon.

When you and Newt became an official couple, you quickly noticed something.

Newt was very protective of you.

Whenever a guy would attempt to flirt with you in public, it seemed Newt would notice instantly and would be at your side in a heartbeat.  And whenever a girl would attempt to flirt with him, you would tell them off pretty quickly and easily.  Like the time a no-maj woman with the odd foreign-sounding name of Bevin Mercer was clearly drunk and tried to get Newt to take her home; but she was wearing a lot of shiny and dangly jewelry, so the Niffler took care of the situation.

Queenie adored Newt’s protectiveness of you.  She would always read his mind when a guy other than him was speaking to you in public.  His thoughts got Queenie all giddy and happy, causing everyone around to stare.  But Queenie is Queenie, so she didn’t mind.  She would later tell you of Newt’s thoughts, such as:

“That bloody bastard is too close to Y/N.”

“That man better not lay a finger on her.”

“She’s blushing.  Oh Merlin’s beard she’s blushing at him!  I will get Dougal to go throw some rocks at that no-maj.”


(^isnt he just an angel)

When you and Newt went on walks around Central Park together, he would always keep his hand in yours.  The same goes for the winter even if he forgot gloves.  If you weren’t holding hands, you both had an arm wrapped tightly around the other’s waist so your sides were pressed directly against each other.  Newt believed this kept other men from thinking twice about you.

There eventually came a day when you decided to ask Newt exactly why he was so protective of you.  He looked at you with an adorable shy smile, walked over to you, and wrapped his arms around your waist and said:

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, darling.  I don’t know what I would do with myself if you got hurt.  You mean the world to me, Y/N.”

You grinned.  “I love you.”

He pulled you into a hug and nuzzled his nose into your hair.  “I love you too.”

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

Thank you rorobarber for the prompt: “I’m never letting you go …not again”

(Gif not mine but writing is)


You sat on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the shade of a tree, frantically sketching in a small leather-bound book that you always carried. It was a beautiful spring day, the smell of grass filled the air and birds sang in the distance. It was nice to be among nature, away from the dusty classrooms and bickering schoolmates.  

You looked up from your book as the nearby birds fell silent, a smile appearing on your face.
“Newt I know that you’re there.” you said in a proud voice.
Not to be deterred, Newt took silent and lengthy strides. He leapt out from behind the tree and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you. Meanwhile making a sort of low snorting sound, causing you to giggle.
“And that is how Murtlap introduce themselves to each other.” he said enthusiastically, releasing you from the hug and sitting down beside you. Both of you laughing.

Newt was a guy covered in freckles, he had bright green eyes, sometimes partially hidden by his messy reddish brown hair. He wore a Hufflepuff jumper in addition to the rest of his school robes.
Both of you had been friends since you started your years at Hogwarts. It helped that you shared an interest in magical creatures. You’d grown even closer this year, becoming nearly inseparable. It was a running joke that one of your professors, Albus Dumbledore would playfully ask ‘Where is the other one?’ when one of you saw him.
The pair of you had been close friends for so long that you could not imagine your life without him by your side.

“What have you been drawing?” Newt asked as he sat on the grass opposite, so he was facing you. “The gryphon that we were shown during our lesson this morning.” you say showing him the page in your sketchbook. You were always nervous showing people your drawings, so your cheeks filled with a light blush. Newt took the sketchbook and looked at the drawing. You could tell that he was studying it as his eyes were staring at it with great intensity. He was always fascinated by your drawings, they were so detailed that the creature could almost jump off of the page.
“Amazing as always” he said smiling as he handed the book back to you. 

“I’m planning on drawing it some more. I asked the Professor and they said that they were going to let it fly around the grounds and I could sketch it in flight. Would you like to join me? You could analyse its wing movements?“
Newt looked guiltily at the floor before admitting “That sounds great but I have got to go and help the girl that I’ve been paired with in potions class.”
You had forgotten about her, her name began with an L but you could not remember what it was, she was very pretty and always made you feel inadequate. You looked at him suspiciously, with sadness in your eyes.
“It’s not like that… I’ll get back as soon as I can. Do you really think that I am going to miss watching a gryphon in flight?” he said with a reassuring smile. 

“That reminds me.” he said shrugging off the subject. “You know that your birthday is coming up… Well… I wanted to give you one of your gifts early.” he said very nervously running his fingers through his messy curls. “Newt you are too kind! You don’t have to get me anything.” you say in surprise.
He shuffled forward so he was closer to you.
“Are you ready?” he asked in a nervous, shakey voice. Judging by the way that he said that you were tempted to ask if he was ready. Instead you nodded in anticipation, not sure what he was going to give you.
He hesitated for a few seconds, unsure of himself. Slowly he leant forward and tenderly kissed your cheek. It caught you by surprise but it felt completely right, like it was something that you did not realise was missing until you had it. Feelings that you thought you started to have for him, he reciprocated. As he pulled away both of your faces flushed red with wide smiles that mirrored each other.
Before you could say anything he stood up and left, heading towards the potions class.
“Thank you.” you yelled and he waved goodbye. You brought your hand up to your face. Your fingertips touching where Newt’s lips had been.
A perfect moment forever etched in your memory. 

He did not return all afternoon, which was odd. It wasn’t like him to disappear like this. Something strange was going on, you could feel it. The teachers appeared to be on edge, like they were trying to cover something up. You began to search for Newt but you could not find him anywhere. As a last resort you walk towards Professor Dumbledore’s room, the door was shut. You could hear familiar voices inside.
“You know that Scamander did not do this. He’s just taking the blame.” said the distinctive voice of Dumbledore.
“Albus, this is very serious and you know that I have to act accordingly. Despite what you think. I’m afraid I am going to have to expel him.” said the head of the school in a guilt ridden voice.
You place your hand over your mouth to muffle a gasp. Unable to believe what you were hearing. 

“Can I at least say goodbye to (Y/N)? I have to say goodbye to her. Please?” pleaded Newt his voice cracking with emotion. “I’ll go without a fuss. Just let me say goodbye to her.”
As you began to digest what was happening and to hear the hurt in Newt’s voice, tears started to fill your eyes and roll down your cheeks.
“Newton, rules are rules. I’m sorry, truly I am but I cannot let you say goodbye. Your belongings have already left the school and I regret to say that you must now do the same immediately.” the head said in a serious authoritative tone. 

You could hear the door open at the other side of the room that lead to the school grounds and the shuffling of feet. You weren’t sure if you could make it but you had to try. Turning on your heels you started to run through the school corridors, pushing past all of the fellow students the lined the hallways. Tears streaming down your face. Speedily making it onto the school grounds. “Newt!” you called. You needed to see him one last time. “Newt!” you yelled again aimlessly.
It was too late, he was gone. 

The rest of your time at Hogwarts was lonely. Dumbledore suggested that you tried to make new friends and enjoy the rest of your time there to the fullest, though he understood your loss. You did try to make friends but it wasn’t the same so instead you invested all of your time in your studies. Occasionally you would look at the small photograph of Newt with his arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed, a photo that you both had a copy of. Thinking about how hard he would want you to try your best and learn as much as you could. You continued to develop your knowledge of magical creatures. Sketching them when you could, though you no longer showed your drawings to anyone.
You finished school at the top of all your classes with outstanding grades. 

End of year celebrations were well underway. You stood by a pillar in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts, watching schoolmates praising each other for getting through school. You started to reflect on your own achievements, somehow the brilliant green eyed Hufflepuff could not escape your mind.
“(Y/N)” said a familiar voice as he walked over.
“Professor Dumbledore” you said whilst wiping a tear from your eye and faking a smile.
“Congratulations on your exam results, they were extraordinary. You really are the brightest witch of your age.” he said smiling.
“Thank you…” you said trying to sound cheerful, not able to meet his gaze. “… Newt should be here.” your voice breaking slightly.
He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. 

“(Y/N) there’s something you need to see.” he said leading you into his classroom. “On the day that Newt was expelled he left something for you. He made me promise to give it to you on your very last day at Hogwarts, so you could focus on your studies and get the best possible grades you could.” You stood there in shock and confusion as Dumbledore opened a drawer in his desk and walked back over to you. He placed an envelope in your hand, it had remained unopened all this time.
“I’ll give you some privacy. Besides I heard that there is some laced punch in the great hall.” Dumbledore said as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You stared at the envelope in disbelief for a moment until you opened it with trembling fingers. Carefully you unfolded the letter that was inside and began to read it. 

Dearest (Y/N),
I cannot begin to apologise enough to express just how sorry I am. I promised that I’ll always be there but something unpredictable happened and got in the way. The poorest timing I know. I always hope we will meet again someday soon. Believe me that you will be forever in my thoughts.
Yours faithfully

You placed the letter gently to your lips, the paper still smelt of him. The classroom door squeakily opened but this went unnoticed by you. Lowering the letter you look at it once more, studying his scrawl, tears slowly falling.
“He works for the Ministry now… If you wanted to reply to him.” Dumbledore said.
Your face lit up.  

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Just under a year later

Newt looked around his office at the Ministry with boredom. Paperwork piled high on his desk. Silently wondering if it all really needed to be filed today and resisting the urge to throw it all onto the floor. He suddenly snapped out of his dazed state as his chest was tickled by small pointed fingers that rummaged around in his coat pocket. The sensation made him chuckle.
“Pickett, what did I tell you about looking through other people’s belongings?” he whispered. A small creature that resembled a twig with leaves appeared from his pocket holding something. “Now what have you found?” Newt asked taking the object from the bowtruckle. He looked at it, his heart skipping a beat. It was the small photograph of Newt with his arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed. A smile spread on Newt’s face, despite his eyes getting red and watery.
Pickett made some small squeaky noises as he pointed towards your face in the photograph.
“Her? She is one of the rarest creatures of all.” Newt said fondly. He proceeding to tell his little leafy friend tales about you and his days at Hogwarts. The adventures the two of you had and the things you both learnt during his time at school.  

Telling these stories had made the hours go quickly. It was only when Pickett scurried back into his pocket as someone approached, Newt was reminded of where he was.
“Hey Scamander. This was in the post bag, looks like it has been in there a while.” said a coworker as he handed Newt a letter and then walked out. Turning the paper in his hand, he stared at it with great interest. The ink on the envelope was smudged slightly. Opening the envelope eagerly, he looked at the letter inside. The edges of it were covered with various doodles of magical creatures. A wide smile crept onto his face. He knew exactly who this was from.  

Dearest Newt,
Firstly I apologise for not writing to you immediately, I needed a month after school to compose this letter properly. Dumbledore was true to his word and gave me your letter on the last day of school and it was the most welcome surprise.  I am proud to say that I achieved the highest test scores in all of my classes. However school was definitely not the same for me after you left. Trust me, not a day has gone by where I have not thought of you and missed you terribly. Congratulations on your job, it must be amazing working somewhere so esteemed. I have applied for several positions at the Ministry against my parent’s wishes. They want me to work close to home, you know how my family are. But I still live in hope that I may be offered a position so we can perhaps meet again.
There is potentially a storm hitting here in the next few days but I am sending my most trusted owl to deliver this and I hope that this letter reaches you speedily.
Unsurprisingly still at my family home address.

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A couple of months later

You sat on your bed in your family home gazing out of the window. Sketching the view outside on a loose piece of paper. As the phonograph hummed your favourite tune. You had not been doing much since leaving Hogwarts. You worked in an office job. It was local but not really what you wanted to do, because of this you still applied for jobs. You managed to make money from selling your drawings on the side.
“Mails here” your Mum said as she opened your bedroom door and handed you a letter. “There’s a Ministry stamp on the envelope. You had better not applied for anymore jobs there. Especially after our little talk.” she said suspiciously. You laughed shaking your head as she left the room.
Noticing the scrawl on the envelope, your heart began to beat faster as you realised who the sender of the letter was. 

Dearest (Y/N),
Apologies for making you wait so long for a reply. The storm must have obstructed your bird as it was almost a year until I had received your letter. Congratulations on your exam results,  I am so proud of you. Working for the Ministry is definitely not as exciting as you are making it sound. However it has given me the freedom to persue my interest in magical creatures. One example is a bowtruckle that I have named Pickett. He is ever so friendly, though I think he has some attachment issues as he now resides in my coat pocket. I have inclosed a sketch I made of him. Though it is nothing compared to your drawing skills. Through work I have been given an unimaginable opportunity. I have been commissioned to write a book on magical creatures of the world. I don’t know where I will be going on my travels, or how dangerous a venture it will be but it’s the chance to study the creatures I adore. However this will make future contact between the both of us more difficult, which pains me greatly as I think of you daily. I will try my best to write in the future but I cannot guarantee when my next letter shall be or where you can address your next letter to.
Missing you greatly

The letter had left you with a mixture of emotions. Finally you had a reply but it could be the last letter you receive from him. His new profession sounded like an amazing adventure. You look at the additional piece of paper. On it was a sketch of a bowtruckle which was labelled with various facts and observations of the creature. The drawing was not as bad as he was making it out to be. You gazed at it fondly, you could see the concentration he had whilst making it. Continuing to look at the drawing you leant the back of your head on the pillow on your bed and smiled. 

Three months later

You had taken a day off from work to give yourself a much needed break. Grabbing your sketchbook you decided to go to the nearest forest where you could relax among the nature that you missed so much. Perhaps there would be a magical creature you could sketch, just like during your school days. You wondered through the trees until you reached a clearing. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. It was completely peaceful. Something caught the corner of your eye as it walked in front of you. A female deer that began to graze on the luscious grass. It wasn’t a magical creature but would still be fun to draw. You began to sketch it whilst you could. You could hear small squeaky noises in the distance, it was something that you had never heard before. Instead of investigating its source you decide to continue drawing your picture. You heard the odd squeaking again but now it was accompanied by a low voice. You could hear the phrase “I don’t believe it” but the rest was a mumble. The deer that you were drawing was now spooked as it looked up and ran away. You quickly put your sketchbook in your bag as the forest fell silent again. 

“(Y/N)” said a voice behind you. Suddenly your heart was in your mouth. Slowly you turned around. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. It was a man covered in freckles, his green eyes stared lovingly into yours despite being partially covered by his reddish brown hair. He wore a long dark blue coat, brown waistcoat, light shirt with a dark bow tie and trousers. A faded Hufflepuff scarf hung from his neck.
“I have finally found you.” he said. Quickly he hugged you whilst planting kisses all over your face before releasing you from the hug, causing you both to blush.
You were completely overwhelmed with emotion. A wide grin spread across your face, which he quickly mirrored as happy tears began to fall down your cheeks. Grabbing a rag from his pocket he gently wiped away your tears. As he moved his hand away you grabbed onto it, feeling his coarse fingers and the soft fabric of his sleeve. “N-Newt? Is this real? Because I don’t want lose you a second time.” you asked in disbelief. The truth was that both of you saw the other every night in your dreams. So you could not be sure that this was reality.
He chuckled whilst nodding in reply. 

Excitedly Newt wrapped his arms around you, scooping you into a hug once more. You buried your face into his chest, enjoying his touch.
“Don’t worry (Y/N). I’m never letting you go… not again.” he said whilst placing a kiss on the top of your head.

this started out as some evak and kittens fluff for @isisisak​ but then halfway through i got distracted by evana, so…. here you go. it’s also on ao3 if you prefer to read it there


Sana: Have you or Even ever met two week old kittens?

Isak: if you dare to turn around and tell me that you’re not saying this because you have some in your house, I’m moving seats in biology

Sana: What a threat

But no, I do have some.

Want to come and see them?



“So they’re two weeks old?”

“Yes, Isak.”

“They were born two weeks ago?”

“Yes, Isak.”

“They’ve never been alive when it’s not been May?”


“They’re two weeks old?”

“What are you trying to achieve here?” Sana asks, confused.

“They’re so tiny!” Isak bursts out, clapping his hands together softly, an expression of amazement on his face. Sana shakes her head in fond exasperation.

“Do you want to hold one?”

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