sweet scented

little self care things ♡

taste:

  • eat small fruit snacks
  • buy yourself a treat occasionally
  • make a cake in a mug
  • chew flavored sugar-free gum
  • put lemon in your water

hearing:

  • listen to your favorite music
  • or just wear earphones to block things out
  • listen to white noise/ambient sounds

smell:

  • put on some sweet-scented lotion
  • spray a bit of your favorite perfume
  • make your favorite coffee or tea

sight:

  • look in the mirror and tell yourself you look good today
  • clean the clutter in your room + throw things away
  • close all the unused tabs
  • clean the dishes + do your laundry
  • delete unused apps
  • make your bed
  • fold your clothes tidily
  • organize your books and papers
  • turn down the brightness of your phone/computer at night
  • smile and be more polite at strangers
  • open up the curtains, let the light in
  • go outside often

touch:

  • hug people you love
  • cuddle your pet
  • read while lying in your bed
  • hug a soft toy

appearance:

  • wash your face/use face wipes
  • dry shampoo if you’re too tired to shower
  • brush your teeth
  • exfoliate + moisturize your skin
  • change into clean clothes
  • brush your hair
  • put on some lip balm

body:

  • do your favorite exercises
  • take a nap
  • take deep breaths with your stomach
  • take a warm shower
  • stand up and stretch your legs
  • put on some music and go for a walk outside
  • get at least 7 hours of sleep
  • drink lots of water

hobbies:

  • always make some time to do what you love
  • create art, writing and music for yourself, not anyone else
  • don’t feel embarrassed about your hobbies
  • be patient with yourself, progress takes time! don’t give up
  • hobby ideas: cooking, reading, drawing, painting, a sport, a new language, learn a musical instrument, collect things, photography, join a class or a club

mind:

  • put yourself first
  • spend less time around people who make you feel bad
  • write your thoughts in a journal
  • stand up for yourself
  • stop judging people
  • don’t dwell in the past
  • concentrate on what’s happening now
  • don’t try for people who don’t care
  • stop caring about what’s not important
  • be a friend to yourself, rather than a bully
  • learn to love your body
  • see the bigger picture
  • change self-destructive habits
  • appreciate the good
  • let things go
  • ask for help

studying:

  • make lists
  • focus on priorities
  • stop putting everything off
  • turn off your phone if you need to
  • take breaks
  • do one thing at a time
  • believe in yourself!

other:

  • laugh a lot
  • get a plant and name it
  • buy flowers for yourself
  • be ok with being alone
  • go out with your friends
  • watch a movie

I hope you feel better soon. You deserve so much. Things will get better soon so keep going. ☁️ I love you

[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS Suga

4 QS WITH BTS

Q1: What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?

A1: I just do ordinary things in my holiday. Going to the coffee shop alone or meeting with friends, or doing nothing, that kind of everyday life is important to me. Rather than doing special things because it’s a holiday, I think relaxing and enjoying it is more important.

Q2: Tell us your fashion style or preference!

A2: I’m the type to stick to my favorite type of clothes and use for a long time rather than having various types. I think I have worn my type of clothes and also expensive clothes tons of times from debut. I want to look special even when wearing ordinarily, so I choose simple clothes now. Other than that, I don’t like exposing my skin so I wear long sleeves even in summer.

Q3: Favorite perfume?

A3: I like sweet scent but since I only use sometimes depending on my mood that day, I never use all of one kind. I like drinking coffee and I feel calm smelling the scent. Coffee’s like the substitute for water to me so I can’t live without it.

Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?

A4: The best manga of my life is Slam Dunk! I read my favorite work over and over so I have read it more than a hundread times. Most of the animes I watched when I was young are Japanese animes.

THIS IS ME

[Music]

I first met rapping and made my bond with music in elementary school, and I’m still active and making music now. Music is the only thing that I, with no particular hobby, can do. It’s the existance that can’t be taken away from me.

[Grandpa]

The word that represents me. (laughs) I rarely look for attention, I’m passive, quiet and like being alone. I’m not that active and like lying down too so. (laughs)

[Possibility]

My way of thinking before was to seek the answer out of either 0 or 100. For example, if someone doesn’t like me, I would ask myself “Why?” or show my emotions. But through various kinds of experiences, I have come to understand each person’s sensibility and value. I have learned to think that “every thought is possible” and open every possibility to myself.

THIS IS HIM: SUGA is…

from JIN

“Lamb skewers, furniture, goods… He’s interested in a lot of things but when he goes shopping, he only buys music equipments. This is an exclusive information only I, his roommate, knows.”

from V

“Yoongi-hyung’s really interested in Japanese lately so I often see him studying hard. And I think the way and the things he talks about have become more interesting than before. (laughs)

JPN - KRN © row_baba, Suga Gallery 슈가 갤러리
KRN - ENG © ktaebwi

The Queens

Queen of Wands is like that creative spark of energy. Your summer bonfire. Fireworks on the Fourth of July. She’s full of passion, energy and sparkle. Warm, friendly, and has the ability to charm her way. She’s also fiercely loyal. Sociable. She’s the best friend you know you can confide in and she will just hug you so tight while making plans in her head to either cheer you up or go after the boy who made you cry. She is a force to be reckoned with. She is the lioness who will always protect her cubs. She will defend the underdog. She’s like a field of wildflowers and dancing in the rain. She’s like the scent of sweet amber and sandalwood musk; sensual and romantic.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Fire Signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Queen of Cups is like the perfect temperature of pool water. It’s not too hot or too cold, it’s comfortable. She’s like… that like feeling you have when walking into your grandmother’s house and smelling fresh baked cookies. She is the mom of the group. Her friends are her family, and her family is everything. She is homelike and nurturing. She’s like that feeling you get after you walk in the door from a long day at work and you take off your heels and bra. It’s like total comfort. She’s the care package your mom sent when you moved away for college. She’s like a vase of beautiful roses. She is the sound and tranquility of a quiet babbling brook, but her emotions can be dark and strong like a raging river. She’s beautiful and compassionate. 
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Water Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Queen of Swords is like that quick-witted girl you wish you could be more like. Have you ever played a scenario in your head over and over about what you should have said? Or like 3 hours later, you come up with a brilliant comeback? She already thought of those brilliant words, said them, and walked away. She’s like the sharp-tongued Great Aunt who cuts through the BS and won’t put up with it. She’s also quite clever, bit quirky, always thinking, and figuring things out. While the Queen of Wands can put on the charm to get her way, the Queen of Swords uses intellect and reason. She is a woman of her word. She means what she says, and says what she means. She has a good heart and has the best intentions, but would rather not sugarcoat things. She’s like the cool, crisp air in the early morning.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Air Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Queen of Pentacles is like walking into an old library and breathing in that familiar scent of books. Or a stack of money. She’s the boss lady. She has great work ethic and incredible dedication. She is seen as the “roots” of the family. The Matriarch. Where the Queen of Cups is the mother, this is the grandmother. The top lady that everyone respects and values. Someone who is grounded, stable. She’s the valedictorian at your high school and voted most likely to succeed. She is practical. She’s the foundation of the strongest building. She can be stubborn and set in her ways, but she can see what others cannot. She is down to earth, wise beyond her years, and very responsible. She is like the root of the strongest oak tree. It’s possible that she’s not wealthy in a monetary sense, but her wisdom and life experiences make her the richest woman in the world.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Earth Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

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Hi, Cassie!! I'm reading LoS and I'm dying to know if there's gonna be an extended version of Jemma's scene after the Riders appeared. (Also: you never disappoint writing messy-sad-torturing emotions and how they play out, dear woman!)

Very soon. ;) Sneak peek below cut.

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It’s more than Harry can take. Getting called alpha in that tone by this particular omega, Harry can’t. He rips his hands off of the helm quickly, makes for the side of the ship at a pace nearing a flat out run, and jumps.

Water closes in over his head instantly, surrounding his body. It weighs down his clothes, fills his mouth, and it’s uncomfortably cold, but for the first time in weeks that sweet, lingering scent of strawberries is completely gone.

Harry stays under for as long as he can.

(gif from here)

The Houses as Flowers

Slytherin: Sharp thorns and thick stems. A gentle, sweet scent. Soft delicate petals that open to greet the sun. Leaves hued dark green, petals painted in softer colors. Small buds waiting to bloom. Roses.

Ravenclaw: Tall and elegant. Unique and easy to identify. Colored with rich blues and purples. Beautiful against the rising sun. Grown in small clusters with the occasional lone flower. Sheer enough skin through a petal. Irises.

Hufflepuff: Large fields with mile upon mile of color. Petals dyed with and ombre of red, yellow, and orange. Surrounded by the lazy buzz of bumblebees. Hundreds of blossoms forming a landlocked sunset. Tulips

Gryffindor: Wide, open petals. Speckled with small dots or flushed with a second color. Shaped like stars. Wild, plentiful leaves. Rich color in the middle of the petal, fading to white around the edges. Lilies

Call Me Kitten | Jimin

Originally posted by yoonmin

Genre:  Fluff |  Hybrid!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1259

A/N: Long time, no post, huh? But here we are, I honestly don’t know what this is, but I hope you like anyway! 


Tilting your head slightly, you peered down at the shy hybrid, the sleeves of his over-sized sweater pulled over his small hands, his eyes soft and curious as he stared right back at you. His gaze melted you to your knees as his tail curled around his waist, ears curiously twitching among his soft locks of hair.

“So… this particular cat hybrid is named Jimin, feel free to look him over, whatever you need…” The employee stated in a rather monotone, bored tone, her nails seemingly miles more interesting than a potential adoption taking place.

“Sure, thanks…” You nodded politely, your gaze quickly drawn back to the hybrid in front of you, his legs crossed neatly as he perched on a slightly worn out pillow, his stare never leaving you as his mouth lay cracked open ever so slightly in complete fascination at you.

The employee sighed exasperatedly as she sauntered out, as you shook your head with a gentle smile, cautiously walking over and kneeling beside Jimin, observing his timid posture, his hands resting under his chin as he continued to stare quietly.

“Hello…” You finally spoke in a gentle tone, a hint of fascination laced in your voice as you stared at his effortless beauty, the way his blonde locks occasionally slipped down over his eyes, those eyes that held such an inquisitive look in them, his plump lips curled into an adorably irresistible pout as he blinked innocently at you.

“Hi… I’m Jimin,” he finally spoke, his slight nerves showing in his shaky voice. He hadn’t recalled being so nervous before; he was usually known as one of the more playful kittens, a bright smile always gracing his features. But, he was worried. Worried that you wouldn’t like him, that you would go adopt another hybrid instead, when he felt strangely drawn to you, and he knew he wanted you.

You hesitantly reached out to touch his ears, cupping them as you began to gently stroke and rub the soft fur, eliciting a quiet purr from his throat, his head leaning forward into your touch, and in that moment, you knew this was the hybrid you had to take home.

**

You fished through your bag for the keys to your apartment, Jimin standing behind you and shifting from foot to foot as he stared around the place, eyes wide with awe, cutely blinking once again.

“Ah, here we are,” you sighed in relief, brushing past the adoption papers and pulling out the keys, the jangling sound causing Jimin to wince slightly, ears flattening against his head anxiously. You noticed, frowning in slight worry as you watched him, your eyes scanning his face to decipher what the matter was.

“Hey, it’s okay…” You spoke in the same soothing voice as before, Jimin visibly calming as he looked up at you with those wide eyes you couldn’t resist, holding back the urge to coo at him, instead limiting yourself to gently rubbing his ears.

“Come in, Jimin,” you stepped to the side and ushered him in, as he took in his new surroundings, looking back at you for permission to look around.

“Can… can I look at the place…?” He spoke for the second time, his hands shyly pulling his sleeves further over his fists, and you felt yourself melt for the millionth time that day.

“Of course, sweetie, this is your home now, feel free,” you gestured him in, pulling your coat off and carefully hanging it up, not noticing the rose pink dusted on Jimin’s cheeks at the nickname. He cautiously padded around, looking around at all the cute decorations neatly arranged around the house, his head tilting in his usual inquisitive manner.

You followed him in, setting yourself down on the couch, a small smile spreading onto your lips as you watched him, placing your keys back down on the small coffee table in front of you with a loud jangle. Jimin cowered at the sound once again, his tail curling around himself and his ears flattened, gently whimpering in, what seemed like, fear. Your own eyes widened, and you hesitantly reached your arms out for him, coaxing him closer.

“I promise not to hurt you, sweetie, come here…” You met his eyes once again, the anxiety and fear held in them sending a pang to your heart, and you sighed. He carefully and anxiously inched over, his eyes asking you for permission once again, before sitting down onto your lap, his arms instantly flying around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

You jumped a little at the sudden affection, quickly warming up to the touch as you brought your arms around him, holding him close to you protectively.

“Tell me, what’s wrong?” You looked back down at his face still buried in your neck, and he sighed at the question, finally peeking up with eyes welling up with tears.

“I don’t like the sound of the keys…” he started. “Because they remind me of the keys that would lock me in a cage, in the dark, alone…” He shuddered at the memory, whimpering a little as you felt tugging on your heartstrings, bringing your arms around him tighter in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay now, you’re here to live with me, and I promise to take good care of you, no-one will hurt you here, okay?” You gently brushed the fleeting tears away from his eyes, and he nodded gratefully, his body finally calming and relaxing in your touch, his own arms trembling slightly around your waist.

“They really didn’t treat us as well as it seems… that’s just a show they put on for visitors, they treat us like… well, shit, when there’s no-one here, any sign of “misbehavior”, and we end up in that cage, left alone all night… away from my friends and brothers…” He sighed yet again, his face nuzzling against your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent to calm himself.

“That sucks, that really does, you guys aren’t possessions or objects to be thrown around, yeah?” You gently cupped his face, brushing his cheek with you thumb and he nodded, a grateful smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Y/N, you’re very caring, and… I’m glad you picked me…” He looked down shyly with a growing smile gracing his lips, and you felt your heart flutter, gently stroking his ears with a smile of your own.

**

Over time, the two of you grew close, Jimin finally coming out of his shell and reverting to his true, playful self, his arms forever clinging to your waist whenever you were home. You learned each others’ likes and dislikes, preferences, you introduced Jimin to your favourite TV shows, much to his delight, and he’d sit by you, cuddled into your side affectionately, occasionally swatting you with his tail with a laugh.

There were nights where the bedroom door was locked, clothes strewn carelessly on the floor as needy whimpers and mewls were all that could be heard from the room, mixed in with your own sinful sounds, and nights you spent cuddled together, talking about anything and everything.

You had both become inseparable, his body curled up against yours as you both slept, his tail wrapped protectively around you, arms keeping him close, comforting him every time he woke up alarmed and scared from his occasional nightmares. With your comfort, he always managed to return to the warmth of the bed and your embrace, drifting back into the land of sleep with the gentlest of smiles. 

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Word Count: 694

Requested: No


The quiet humming over the tour bus filled your ears as you laid in the nearly-too-small bunk. Your body was pressed against Shawn’s while he held his arms around your waist, keeping you from sliding off the edge. His hand rubbed up and down your back, drawing shapes and different patterns. Neither of you said anything. You let the silence hang over you like a blanket, not quite sure what to say in this moment. You laid still, just taking in the sweet scent of Shawn with every breath. 

Your fingers traced gently over his tattoos. Even in the dark, you knew every curve and line to the drawings, memorizing them with every trace. Shawn’s grip suddenly tightened as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You looked up at him as he removed his lips from your head. Even without being able to see the details of the face, you knew he looked upset. You knew his eyebrows were furrowed together. You knew he was biting his lip, a habit he had when something was on his mind. 

You moved one of your hands to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushed against the soft skin slowly, feeling his face lean into your hand. You let a frown form on your face, thinking to yourself how this would be the last time for several months you would get to share a moment like this.

Shawn leaned his head down, resting his forehead on yours. Neither of you moved, just looking at each other, taking each other in. He closed his eyes while inching his lips closer to yours. You moved the rest of the way, pressing your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t needy or hungry. It was a lingering kiss, neither of you daring to move away from each other. His soft lips continued to move against yours for just a second before drawing away, resting his forehead against yours once again.

You didn’t need to ask him. You knew what was wrong. You felt the same way. You never wanted to leave the soft, warm embrace of his arms. You didn’t want to go months without seeing the way his face lit up when he was excited. You didn’t want to leave. 

Shawn’s voice broke through the heavy cloud of silence that had been lingering for too long. His voice was quiet and cracked, showing that he was truly upset. 

“I’m gonna miss you.” His voice was just above a whisper. The words were only meant for you to hear. You nodded your head in agreement, moving it back down to lay on his chest. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked, making you look up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you said back, a small smile growing on your face.

“I don’t want you to go home,” he almost whined. You felt bad. You wanted to stay. You would do anything to be able to, but you knew you had to finish school.

“I’m not going home,” you stated simply, confusing Shawn.

“Yes you are. You’re leaving me.” You could see the pout forming on his lips, making your heart drop to your stomach.

“I’m leaving, but I’m not going home. You’re my home. I’m just going somewhere that you won’t be,” you whispered, moving your hands to brush through his hair gently. 

“It isn’t the same,” he said in the same whining voice.

“I’m going to miss you so much. And I hate having to leave you. But no matter where I go, you’re my home,” you said, snuggling into his chest even further. 

You two sat in silence again for what felt like hours. Neither of you said anything. Neither of you moved. You two laid in the darkness, just enjoying each others presence. You laid on him, memorizing the feeling of his body under yours. The feeling of his hands running through your hair. It was something you wanted to remember when you left.

“(Y/N)?” He asked like before, making you look up and hum in response.

“You’re my home, too.” 

Prompt: “Kiss me.” 
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As soon as they get out of the car, Dean wonders why the hell they thought this would be a good idea. Maybe he’d known from the beginning that this was crazy but he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. It was the price he had to pay for bragging about having a date to Benny and pretty much everyone in his birthplace. He’d ended up begging Castiel to pretend to be his boyfriend- some people already mistook them for a couple anyways, so he thought it wouldn’t be too hard. Now he feels like he might have been wrong.

“Maybe we should just leave.” He says as he stands beside Castiel. “I’m sorry for dragging you into all this.” Dean stares at the festival lights spread all through the large trees in the backyard and feels his hands shaking a little. “Or I’ll just tell everyone that I-”

“Dean,” Castiel says and looks at him thoughtfully. “I told you it’s alright. It will be fine, trust me.” He holds out his hand to him, nodding at the field with tables and many people. “Let’s go.”

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Okay but riding Harry in a bath tub..

Candles lit around you two in the dark room, as the scent of sweet lavender lingers in the air. You kiss Harry’s jawline as his hands rest on your bum, giving it a good squeeze when you get to the sweet spot right under his ear, blowing some cooling air on the wet mark.

He tries and lifts you up a bit, just so he can kiss your chest, wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle the sensitive nubbin. Your back arches when he flicks his tongue, making you push yourself more against his cock. He moans against your skin, his eyes closed and his wet curls combed back by his fingers.

You grind your hips slowly against his shaft, earning an angelic whimper from his perfectly o-shaped lips as his lashes flutter. You look at him, and you can see the pain his eyes trying so gard to keep his dark eyes locked with yours.

“Please, baby. Could yeh, um-” Harry trails off, pushing your hair down your back and tracing his fingers on your collarbones.

“What baby? What do you want?” you ask him, adding more pressure to your grinds this time. Harry’s breath hitches and he whimpers again, his legs slightly trembling under you.

“Plea-.. please ride me. Please baby.”

You take hold of his hard shaft and settle it to your entrance. Just to tease him, you only take in his red sensitive tip. Then you slowly start to sink down on him, his hips shifting under you, and he starts panting.

“Like this baby? Does it feel good?” You coo at him, and he bites his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding quickly.

“Uh-huh.”

You take Harry’s hands and guide them to take hold of your hips. As you start to get into a good rhythm, Harry’s veins and ridges massaging your wet walls, making you cleanch around him, his grip on your hips tightens and he’s trying to gently thrust up into you.

“Ungh, ahh fuck. Jus’ like tha’, slide down m’ cock, so fucking wet and snug fo’ me.”

Can We Pretend: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: public sin ;)

A/N: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thankyou so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Parties had never been my thing. The idea of being almost suffocated by intoxicated bodies never really tickled my fancy. But, this was Lydia’s party and God knows she’d have my head on a stick if I didn’t attend. It was only an hour in, and I had already drunk more than intended.

You see, I hardly drink. Being seventeen and best friends with the “popular girl” would make you believe that I party and drink all the time. But I don’t. However, when I do occasionally drink, you’d think I was a forty year old alcoholic who’s husband and kids just left with his secretary.

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breath of spring

Summary: He works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Florist AU
Word Count: 9,542
Author’s Note: I feel like it’s been so long so I’ve written something soft and breezy and cheesy and I missed it.

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The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won’t fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.

Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He’s been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.

Taehyung looks up from his spraying, eyes lighting up as he takes in the newest addition to the shop. “Good morning!” He greets brightly to the customer, a man with a hesitance in his step, looking lost yet like he’s supposed to be here and Taehyung is well-tuned to his attitude at once. “Can I help you with something?”

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home : hs

Request: Yes (this one)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 1,442

Warnings: Cursing (one or two!)

What are you about to read: Y/N getting inked by Harry

Requests open!

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Harry wasn’t a sap. Oh god, he wasn’t. but when it comes to Y/N, he couldn’t help but feel a tad whipped.

It was when he saw his friend Jeff getting a tattoo of his girlfriend’s hometown coordinates on his arm. As much as it seemed creepy and strange, he couldn’t help but letting the idea of having something from Y/N tattooed forever on his body creep into his mind.  

It was after a week when they managed to take some time to themselves and chill at Y/N’s small but cozy apartment in downtown London. They were sat on Y/N’s tiny bed (it was a double sized bed but Harry’s feet were always left outside) and she had her arms around him. He could feel her warm breath on his neck.

“I don’t want them to see my boobs, ‘s all.” He could almost sense her eyebrows furrowing behind him while she continued stroking his biceps.

“Love, they don’t care ‘bout yeh boobs, they only care ‘bout the money they’ll be receiving” Harry shook his head and a few strands fell on his forehead, making Y/N lean over and kiss his forehead from where she was seated behind him.

Harry was slowly regretting the whole tattoo idea. He knew Y/N liked his tattoos and sure, she had a couple of small ones here and there but he wanted to go and get one together. And not because he wanted to get matching ones, Harry wasn’t into that whole idea of getting hearts and flowers with your lover.

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Marinette Cake

Marichat May Day 2: Purring

Ao3 Link || Other Works

Summary: Chat Noir was very hungry.

And Marinette smelled nice.

Really, really nice.


Meant to be a short drabble, became longer and lead to an identity reveal. Oh well, it was fun to write. c: Hope you enjoy!


Chat Noir was just going home after a lunchtime akuma, and he was starving. He could feel his energy draining from him, and if it weren’t for the suit, he’d probably be collapsed somewhere, starving to death. Then he would die and his father would be arrested for parental neglect. Ladybug would never know what happened. His classmates would mourn…

Speaking of classmates.

He stopped on top of the school when he caught a glimpse of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, holding a sack of flour on her shoulders. She and her father seemed to be unloading some sacks from a delivery truck right outside their bakery. He watched as Marinette put down her sack next to a small towering pile and roll her shoulders as she entered the truck to grab another one, passing her father who had one sack on each shoulder.

He whistled as she easily hoisted another one on her shoulders, impressed. He never knew she was that strong. She always looked so small and soft that seeing her easily carry a sack of flour that was half her size and probably twice her weight was quite a nice surprise.

Chat Noir would be a terrible hero if he didn’t go down there to lend a helping paw. Maybe he could ask for a croissant as repayment. Just one. He was just so hungry, and they were nice people so they’d at least give him one, right?

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