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Earned It || Bucky x Reader

Summary → Upon receiving his orders to join the 107TH, your mother insists on throwing your long-term boyfriend a wholesome, farewell dinner. But Bucky has different plans in mind. (Set in the 1940′s.)

Word Count → 3.2K

Warnings → Cursing, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex (use protection, kiddos). 

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! This is by far my absolute favorite smut I have ever written. Sergeant Barnes being a tease while wearing his uniform? Yes, please. Enjoy & as always, can’t wait to hear your feedback!

“Y/N, could you fetch the floral arrangement? It’s on the kitchen counter next to the toaster.” Your mother instructed, though she would never admit it to you, she was clearly a wreck of nerves.

You nodded with a soft smile before scurrying off to the adjacent kitchen. You found the centerpiece she’d put together with ease, primarily composed of daisies and sunflowers, exactly where your mother had said. It was perfectly arranged in a circular vase, it’s meticulous beauty undoubtedly coming from your mother’s years working as a florist. You took the vase carefully between your hands, gripping it tightly as you hurried back to her.

“Where should I place it?” You questioned, watching as she fidgeted incessantly with the table settings.

“Just there, between the candles.” She pointed to a small space at the center of the table, not bothering to meet your gaze as she adjusted the utensils. With a few final touches, here and there, your mother straightened up and smoothed over her apron. “What do you think?”

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I’m doing my first giveaway for Valentine’s Day 

What i’m giving away:

  • Brand new “We Are Charleston” (Hardcover book)
  • Some recently unsealed court documents 

Rules:


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  • Must be following my blog 
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  •  Your blog must be active
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  • The winner will have 5 hours to respond, if I get no reply I will then draw another person
  •  I will pick one person randomly on February 14 as soon as I wake up 

Good Luck Fam!!! 

Thank You all so much for supporting this blog, it really means a lot to me that so many of you enjoy it. I will be doing a second give away soon. ;) 

Sex Sells - Luke Hemmings Smut

i suddenly felt like writing something and was inspired so i’m blessing you with this shit. (the blesser of shits aka me)

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Y/N is a famous actress and after an award show Luke has a gift for her

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1100ish words


Anxiety and excitement was all Y/N was feeling as she and her boyfriend sat at a circular table filled with familiar faces you’d see on TV or on the silver screen. She was nominated for her first Oscar for the best supporting actress.

She watched Jimmy Kimmel as he made jokes, cracking people up but when he said that he’ll be announcing the winner for the best supporting actress Y/N’s hands started shaking under the table. Luke noticed that her girlfriend started shaking, he held her hand and gave her a small smile. He was just as excited for her girlfriend if not more. He knew winning an Oscar was her dream and he was happy to be experiencing this with her.

“Aaaaand the winner is…” everyone held their breath “Y/N Y/S/N Congrats Y/N!” Y/N was frozen. She was so happy but she still couldn’t believe that she actually won. “YOU WON BABY. YOU DID IT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU.” Luke was the first of the duo to react. He pulled Y/N up of her seat and hugged her. They briefly kissed on the lips before Y/N started pacing towards the stage, only stopping to hug some of her friends on the way. She also hugged Jimmy, they already knew each other since he interviewed her 3 weeks ago.

“Ah i don’t know what to say. I didn’t think i’d win i mean i was up against all these amazing women. I wanna thank my fans firstly. They put up with a lot for me so thanks for that.” Y/N chuckled “ I also wanna thank the cast. We’ve become the closest friends over the course of shooting. I already miss seeing your faces everyday. I wanna thank my family of course. And lastly i want to dedicate this award to my boyfriend Luke, for being patient with me., always supporting me and not complaining once when i’m exhausted from shooting and in a pissy mood. I love you Luke.”

Y/N got off the stage and got interviewed by some  interviewers while her name was being engraved on the golden statue. She realised that, that would take a long time and decided to return to her boyfriend.

“Congrats baby i’m so proud of you! I knew you’d win you’re so talented. And i also have a gift for you when we’re back in the limo.” Luke said as he kissed her. “How did you know i’d win? What if i didn’t win then i wouldn’t deserve the present.” Y/N protested. “I’d still give it to you baby. In my eyes you’re the winner. Even if you lost.” Y/N smiled. Luke was so sweet to her.

When the ceremony ended and they were putting their coats on Luke asked “ So do you wanna stay for the after party or go straight home?” Y/N decided that she wanted to celebrate this with just her boyfriend and they went out to wait for their limo. She wanted to spend the night alone with her boyfriend but her phone was blowing up. Her family members, friends, everyone was calling or texting to congratulate her on her win. Luke nudged her arm to get attention and pointed at the limo. She quickly said goodbye to the person she was talking to and got in the car.

“So, what is this gift you’ve been dying to give me. The one that you’re sure i’ll love?” Oh yeah Luke praised his gift until the ceremony ended which was more than an hour. “Wait a sec. Driver can you roll up the partition? Thank you and drive a bit slow.”

Luke turned towards her and kissed her roughly. She immediately responded and kissed him back. Their tongues were exploring each others’ mouths while their hands were keeping themselves busy by gripping every piece of skin they could find. Finally Y/N’s hands settled on Luke’s broad shoulders while Luke’s were pulling the front of Y/N’s red dress down to expose her chest. Thank god she was wearing a strapless dress. Luke thanked god for the second time when he realised she couldn’t wear a bra with this dress and hurried to suck on her nipples, making  sure to leave marks on her breast and collar bones on his way.

While sucking on her breasts Luke’s hands pushed the skirt Y/N’s dress up. Y/N blushed when she remembered that she hadn’t worn panties that way because she didn’t want lines on her dress. “Y/N… Did you stand on that stage bare in front of millions of people? tsk tsk bad girl. What am i gonna do with you, you’re killing me.” Luke got harder at the thought of  his girlfriend being bare up on that stage.

He started kissing up her thighs. They were both getting more excited as his head got closer to her pussy. Luke loved Y/N pussy. He thought it looked like a delicate rose. He loved to eat it, to finger it, to be inside of it. He almost liked pleasuring Y/N more than Y/N pleasuring him. Hell he probably did.

When his tongue touched her pussy, Y/N threw her head back and let out a moan. Wanting to hear more of her pleasure sounds, Luke started to lick faster and harder. He was sucking her clit and the sounds she was making was urging him to go faster, harder.

“Luke more please more.” Y/N begged and Luke couldn’t resist her and pushed two fingers inside of her. “YES YES LUKE OH I THINK - I THINK I’M CLOSE” Luke started fingering and sucking harder and ordered her to look at him in the eye. He wanted to see the look of complete bliss on her face when she came. That was one of his favourite parts of sex. That was also the reason why he preferred missionary  sex. His band mates called him vanilla but they didn’t know the reason behind it and Luke wasn’t planning on telling it in the near future.

Luke was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Y/N’s moans getting louder and quicker. “That’s it baby cum. Cum on my face. You deserve it baby. ” that quickened her orgasm and she came. Luke watched her in awe and cleaned her up with his tongue.

After catching her breath Y/N reached for Luke’s cock but Luke pulled away. “Tonights about you baby. You don’t have to return the favour. We won’t be stopping till the sun rises anyways.” They both laughed at that and Luke settled next to her holding her close while see caught her breath.

When the car slowed down they knew they were close to their apartment and Y/N stilled herself to fix her dress. She giggled “So your famous gift was an orgasm wow.” Luke answered smugly “This is Hollywood baby. Sex sells.”

Smooth - Johnny [6] (M)

•Suggestion: Virgin reader x Johnny

A/N: Omg guys it’s finally here, the last chapter of Smooth! Ahhhhh I’m sorry it took so long. I needed a little break to try to make this last chapter gooood. I hope you guys like it. I’m actually like rlly sad that it’s over ;-; mehh

-Admin Kay

PS OMG ALSO THANKS FOR 5K!!! 🎉You guys are the best 💕

Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5

Chapter 6 - I Love You

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Rating R

(sexual content, slight language)

Word Count: 3,352

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@umbrellanest submitted: 

Happy birthday Zeph!! Here’s your ice family with a cupcake and a selfy shoot (and the tiniest zexal reference) and a misbehaving yurio! Hope you have a good one c:

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I’ve got a teensy bit of a problem...

I don’t really like talking about my situation here since I’m trying to keep it mostly FFXV and personal writing only, but money’s kinda tight for me right now and I’m starting to get worried about it.

I really hope this doesn’t sound like I’m asking for handouts, but I thought I might throw an idea out there since I’ve been tossing it around in my head already for the past few days with my Etsy shop. I love knitting/crocheting things for other people - would anybody be interested in buying a hat or a scarf from me? Here’s a bit of what I can do (under the cut, I didn’t want to make this post stretch a lot), and all of it is up for grabs. I make fingerless gloves as well (I don’t have any pictures of those unfortunately - the last pair I made were for a Christmas gift) and I’m pretty sure I’ve got every color under the sun to work with. My only concern is pricing - I don’t want to overcharge anybody. 

If you’re interested, go ahead and shoot me a message please. I’d appreciate it. <3
Here’s another link to my Etsy as well - the coupon code MOIRAE10 is still active if you want to use it.

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Sentence Meme: 51 Logan Echolls Quotes
Some will be more easily applicable than others.
  • That’s funny. It sounds a lot like my essay.
  • Wow Sugarpuss, you’ve certainly been a busy little bee.
  • Nice car. Wow, it must have been a huge cereal box.
  • I’m sorry, did that hurt your feeling?
  • As a rule, I like to start every school day with a hot blonde waiting for me in the parking lot.
  • You mean, like, if there were total silence? Let’s try to imagine it.
  • Not the ones made for walking? God, I love those boots.
  • I can’t take that I hurt you when all I want to do is protect you.
  • Oh, god. You know, when I dreamed of this moment, ‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life’ was always playing. Oh, what can you do?
  • Heads up, chests out, big smiles, ready? Ok.
  • I can’t tell you ok? But you have to trust me. He’s innocent.
  • Ask not what [name] can do for you. Ask what you can do for [name].
  • I thought our story was epic, you know. You and me. Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined and blood shed. Epic.
  • Annoy tiny blonde one, annoy like the wind.
  • I’m not going to see you for a week. That’s, like, a month.
  • Oh, this is gonna be good.
  • I’ve let her draw finger hearts on my upper thigh for the last 10 minutes, so, yeah, I get the stakes.
  • I am beyond tardy for my Physics class. And if I remember right, time travel is not yet possible.
  • Guess who I saw on campus today?
  • Saving the world one pointless act at a time.
  • Wrong answer. Would you care to guess again?
  • I don’t know. Maybe it’s like Brigadoon. Come back in a hundred years and it’ll be right back in this spot.
  • Get out of my house. You have a problem with [name], you leave. Actually, you have a problem with [name], you’re pretty much dead to me, so just, like, evaporate or something, I don’t know.
  • Frankly my dear… you know the rest.
  • Will I be returned in my current pristine condition?
  • Go ahead, screw your brains out.
  • O-kay… No more college for you.
  • Well, if she’s on the TV, she must be telling the truth.
  • You’re cute when you’re jealous.
  • Frankly, my dear… you know the rest.
  • Never underestimate the size of my cojones.
  • Just not like I loved her. It’s okay. No, you know, it kinda lets me off the hook, you know. I don’t know, I don’t have to feel guilty anymore.
  • Ah, you have that 'I’d rather be making out with a broken bottle’ look. Which if history serves, means you’re about to say something awkward.
  • Well, the joke’s on her: she came to borrow my video camera. The girl does love a snappy exit line.
  • Tu casa es mi casa.
  • My day is complete. [name] has accused me of evil.
  • You’re going to have to take my word for it.
  • I’m sorry it causes you so much pain. I’m sorry it happened, and I really love you, [name].
  • FYI, if the cuddling is the best part, he didn’t do it right.
  • I got it. No calling you Bobcat, no talk of milky thighs.
  • Ah, he’s a master debater.
  • Best thing about two days in jail? Two days worth of Ellen on the TiVo. That sweet feeling.
  • Come on, I’ll drive you home on the back streets.
  • Look, [name], can you, just once, save my ass without comment?
  • Sometimes I’m up all night, just thinkin’ about myself.
  • Well first, I’d just like to say the other, uh, nominees are all such wonderfully gifted criminals. And I wanna thank my agent and my publicist for always shooting me from the left side.
  • I tried calling you “Chuckles”, but it didn’t stick.
  • That’s what the female praying mantis says before she bites the male’s head off.
  • What, are we breaking up now? Do you want your best friend charm back?
  • Are we here to surf or swap hairdo secrets?
  • She was blonde, petite. Smelled of marshmallows and promises.

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drabble prompt~ how about.. rhys is moving in and and jack discovers something *mega embarrassing* while unpacking

It was happening, Rhys was finally moving in with Jack. He had been reluctant to say yes at first, because he didn’t want to throw Vaughn to the curb, where to his best friend had told him; “Honestly Rhys, I’ll just be happy to get some rest, with the two of you gone from the apartment,” and Jack had in all seriousness proceeded to pay him to kick the leggy brunette out. He couldn’t exactly argue after that.

Moving the few boxes of possessions he owned, had taken little to no time, and they were quick to get to unpacking. Rhys had never been more happy to have gotten rid of all the Handsome Jack posters, motivational posters that was, now that the real deal was currently digging through one of the boxes, no doubt he would have teased him relentlessly.

Rhys had just unpacked the last of his picture frames, one him and Jack in fact, it was just one from a lazy morning where he had taken the opportunity to take a quick snap, but he’d loved it so much that he got it framed, when he heard his boyfriend let out a whistle. He turned his head to him, ready to ask what he found, but immediately lost his words when his eyes zeroed in on the article of clothing in his hands. He’d forgotten about that.

“Oh boy, cupcake,” He began, Rhys already wanting to disappear far away as his face flushed a deep red. “First the socks, now this?” He cackled.

“Please put them back in the box, so I can go burn them, thank you.” The programmer hid his face in hands, letting out a small whine.

“How many of these do you own?”

If someone had been around to shoot Rhys at the given moment, he would have gladly taken them up on their offer.

“Well would you look at that, this pair has a bow and-Oh oh, no, these definitely take the cake!” Jack held up a pair of pink, leopard printed panties, turning them around and studying them, a mischievous grin on display.

Rhys was glaring at the CEO from behind his hands, face ablaze. He remembered those, they had been a joke gift from Yvette, back when he and Jack weren’t together, said they’d help him bring home the boys, before laughing at his embarrassed state, but joke’s on her, because he ended up keeping them.

And then he might have acquired a few more, because panties were oddly comfortable and they made his ass look great.

“I bet you’d like the Hyperion issued ones better.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Huh, I didn’t see any-”

There was a moment of silence, Jack’s gaze dropping to Rhys’ lap.

The younger brought his hands down to the hemline of his shirt, pulling at the fabric to cover his nether regions, looking anywhere but the CEO.

He cleared his throat. “Let’s, uh, keep unpacking, and, and forget about my panty collection, okay?”

“Yeaah, no can do, you don’t dangle a piece of meat in front of a hungry skag without facing the consequences, kitten.”

Jack was already dragging him away from the boxes before he could protest any further.

….and Rhys had been right, he did like the Hyperion issued pair the best.

Deranged: Part 9

Originally posted by taehyungifs

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 10

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Happy Birthday (DeanxReader)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and her favorite band/singer is in town. Dean of course hates it because it’s a country singer or something. But it’s “you” asking so he’ll go, he’ll put up with the audience and the people at the concert because he loves her.

This was a requested imagine from an anon so I hope I wrote something they’ll like. 


I groaned rolling away from the hands that were gently shaking my shoulder trying to pull me from my peaceful sleep. “Come on birthday girl, it’s time to wake up.” Dean said his statement causing a sigh to fall from my lips.

 “Ahh she lives.” Sam teased from the doorway. I grumbled forcing my body into a sitting position. “New rule, no teasing the birthday girl.” I grumbled rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Sam scoffed at my ruling as I slipped out of bed to stand next to Dean. “Oh come on Y/n where’s the fun in that.” He teases throwing his arm around my shoulder. I giggled wriggling from his grip playfully shoving him toward his little brother. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I asked raking my fingers through my messy hair.

Sam grinned shooting Dean a glance before answering my question. “Dean made a very big breakfast featuring almost every food you have ever said you loved and he doesn’t want it to get cold before you can marvel at it.” Dean shot his brother a sharp glare earning a smile from me.

“Well then what are we waiting for?” I asked walking past them grabbing Dean’s hand as I went walking to the kitchen. “You are so dead.” I heard Dean whispering behind me as we walked through the doorway into the kitchen. “Oh my, Dean you didn’t have to do all this.” I breathed out looking at the mountain of food covering the entire span of the table.

Dean chuckled scratching the back of his head with his free hand. “It’s your birthday I wanted you to wake up to something nice.” He said making me smile. “You are amazing.” I muttered standing on my tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek before dropping his hand bounding over to the table taking a seat.

“Don’t think this is it, we even got you presents.” Sam commented taking the seat across from me as Dean sat down beside me. My mouth dropped open and I shook my head. “Oh guys you didn’t have to do that.” Sam shook his head raising a hand silencing me.

“Well to bad we got you presents anyway.” Dean said as he grabbed something from his back pocket his eyes avoiding mine, but before I could question his sudden nervousness Sam dropped a book down in front of me. My eyes widened and the corners of my mouth turned up into a large smile as I looked down at an original copy of The Hobbit.

“How did you even find this?” I questioned carefully picking the book off the table. He shrugged. “The bookstore you love the one that plays country music on repeat, I asked them if they had a copy and they had one hidden in the back.” Sam said hinting at Dean’s gift unbeknownst to me. “Thank you Sam it’s awesome.”

“My turn.” Dean breathed taking a deep breath. He cleared his throat holding out an envelope not meeting my eyes. Tilting my head in confusion I took it gingerly from his outstretched hand. I opened it slowly gasping when I figured out what was written on the two slips of paper inside.

My head shoot up to look at him. “Dean.” I breathed out in shock. He blushed rubbing the back of his neck. “I know you like this Chris Stapleton guy so I asked Sam to help me find where he was playing, and long story short he’s playing in Lawrence.”

I smiled at him shooting forward throwing my arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. “You are the best person in the world.” I whispered in his ear kissing his cheek before pulling away. “I know you don’t like him but would you like to come with me?”

I asked shooting his puppy dog eyes. He smiled nodding quickly. “Of course I’ll go.” He said a giant smile on his face. I smiled turning back to my food.

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I yawned sitting back against the warm leather of the passenger seat of the Impala. “Did you have a good time?” Dean asked breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the Impala. I chuckled turning my head to look at him. “I had a great time, but I should be asking you that question I wasn’t the one being shoved around.”

Dean laughed shaking his head. “Sweetheart just seeing that smile on your face made my night.” He said softly turning to look at me his eyes meeting mine. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks making me thankful for the darkness that flooded into the car.

“You really are perfect you know.” I said. He scoffed rolling his eyes in a playful manner. “Oh please you’re just saying that.” I shook my head sighing deeply before an idea popped into my head. “Dean?” “Yeah.” “Can you pull over?” 

Dean shot me a confused look before nodding pulling the car off the road and onto the shoulder. I smiled wriggling my eyebrows at him before I opened the car jumping out of the car. “What are you doing?” Dean asked shoving his door open stepping out watching me carefully as I climbed onto the hood. “I am going to look at the stars and you are going to join me.”

Dean grumbled but closed his door joining me anyway. I grinned shifting so my head laid on his chest. “Thank you for tonight I know how much you don’t like my taste in music.” I said after a few moments of silence. “I don’t mind it to much, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but I would do anything you asked.” 

I sat up looking at him watching his face very carefully. “I love you Y/n.” He said quietly as he sat up his eyes glued to mine waiting for a reaction. “I love you too.” I breathed with a small giggle leaning forward pecking him on the lips. “Took you long enough.” I teased.

He chuckled moving his hand to pull my face toward him for another kiss.

anonymous asked:

Please do a hc for your story done up, like what happens to taegi and jikook after the talent show please and thank you (I adore your writing so much)

+ Jimin and Tae have both turn down at least a dozen love confessions and gifts that are way more feminine then they care for.

+ Jungkook and Yoongi still hear about boys wanting the girls and get more annoyed cause they don’t like them really, just how they looked on stage.

+ Jimin was on the courts after school, just dribbling by herself (Tae got in trouble again) and shooting. Jungkook spots her and just watches.

+ Jimin shoots and the ball hits the rim and bounces toward Jungkook. Jimin runs after it and stops when Jungkook picks it up.

+ Jimin blushes as Jungkook smiles softly “you’re form is really good. You could beat out most of the guys on the team.” Jungkook holds the ball out to Jimin.

+ Jimin smiles shyly as she takes the ball, “Of course I could. You guys aren’t that great.” Jungkook laughs and Jimin bites her bottom lip.

+ “Guess you’re right.” Jungkook says. They stand in silence for a minute. Jungkook steals the ball making Jimin jump in surprise. Jungkook smiles as he runs off to dribble around the court. “But you’re not better then me Noona!”

+ “Y-yah!” Jimin yells running after him. Jungkook laughs as he dribbles it away from the older female. Jimin keeps yelling as she tries to get the ball back.

+ Jungkook and Jimin keep running around and shoot hoops till they’re sweating in their school uniforms.

+ Jimin and Jungkook sit on the bench while the basketball lays in the middle of the court with smiles on their faces and panting.

+ “you could make the team Noona.” “Id steal your golden title from you.” “Ha ha, maybe.”

+ Jimin and Jungkook look at one another as they sit in comfortable silence.

+ Tae grumbles as she leaves mrs.kim class room.

+ “two weeks of cleaning duty cause of a joke?” Tae mutters scratching her stomach “answering ‘stop telling me to find your x, they left for a reason’ is hilarious!”

+ Tae turns the corner and was shock to see a upper class man leaning against her locker. Tae walk up confusion while the elder male fix his hair.

+ “Can I help you?” Tae asks looking at the elder male. The boy smiles as he pulls out a rose. Tae flinches. “Oh.”

+ They didn’t notice Yoongi turning the corner and how he pause at the scene.

+ “I think we should date.” The male says holding the rose out to her, “you’re performance was incredible and you looked stunning. So cute and adorable, like always.”

+ “oh.” Tae deflates as she takes a step back, “well I’m not really like that. I don’t even like wearing skirts.”

+ “well you could just wear it for me in private.” The male say leaning forward, “I know you’d like that. Just like on stage. I’ll treat you like the doll you are.”

+ Tae frowns as she crosses her arms.

+ “She’s not a doll.” Yoongi says walking up in annoyance. He honestly can’t watch anymore
The two jump in surprise while looking at him.

+ “Honestly I’m tired of all you guys.” Yoongi says glaring at the male, “You didn’t look Tae’ s way until she did that performance. That isn’t even her style! Tae is sporty and likes her natural look. She isn’t a Barbie for you to dress up or a fucking accessory for you to show around! I adore her hair up and her smile and how she can drive a ball. I like her tan skin cause she plays in the sun all day and isn’t scared to get gross. If you can’t like her like that then you can’t like her dolled up! So scram!”

+ Tae stares in shock as her cheeks are bright red while the other male takes off running. Yoongi grumbles before turning to Tae.

+“you… adore me?” Yoongi blushes at Taes shock look before looking away. “Just a little.”

+ Tae squels making Yoongi look back at her. Tae smiles as she jumps at the smaller male. Engulfing him in a hug as she kisses his cheek.

+ Yoongi blinks in shock before smiling holding Tae by her waist, letting her attack his cheek with kisses.

Under the Mistletoe

pairing: daveed x reader

summary:  reader invites hot neighbor daveed to the christmas party and s t u f f happens

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, smut, hair pulling, face fucking, praise kink

word count: 1,900

a/n: HEY MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE IF YOu celebrate Christmas and if not I hope you have a delightful day anyway i was going to queue this to post later but nah it’s 4:30 AM i need a nap okay love u bye


“It’s open!” You call toward the front door from the kitchen, wiping your hands on the edge of your apron. You push the gingerbread house away from the edge of the counter and walk out of the kitchen to see who’s shown up an hour early to your party.

As you’re walking through the doorway, your reindeer antler headband catches on a particularly low strand of lights and clatters to the floor.

“Uh oh,” Daveed laughs. “Dasher down.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “I’m actually Vixen, thank you.” You bend down to pick your antlers up and slide them back on your head.

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so shaw jokingly said that she can’t believe she ever told root about the simulations and how she struggles with reality right,,

all i want is to see the scene where she told her like maybe they were laying in roots bed, not touching, shaw staring at the ceiling, root staring at her, as shaw slowly recounted what she remembered and what she wasn’t even sure if she remembered about her life, her missions, the ones she did or didn’t, how she’s lost track of who she’s klled, how she doesn’t trust herself around them but she doesn’t know what else to do, because she trusts root, and root trusts her. mind you, it’s like pulling teeth to talk about, and it takes maybe an hour for her to say a single line of thought

but root is so patient, so understanding and quiet. she just listens. she knows that shaw doesn’t want her to say anything, doesn’t need her to or advice. shaws thought through all of it a million times - she’s thought about it oo much, and she knows every possible scenario of her options. root would only tell shaw what a part of her already knows. so she listens.

i want to see shaw painfully say something harsh, and bitter that happened to her, something that breaks root’s heart and they both know it, but root makes a stupid joke and maybe for the first time that night shaw smiles, if only slightly

i want to see root make shaw breakfast the morning after shaw feels like she’s spilled too much, said too much, exposed too much of what little she holds inside, what little she feels. i want to see root not treat her any differently for any of it. i want to see root respectful and admiring of shaw’s strength, to see root treat shaw the exact same but simultaneously refuse to push her in any direction outwards of her comfort zone

in a moment of… something, shaw kisses root. it’s chaste, quiet, quick, and it’s more as a small gift of sorts for root than an actual, personal desire for the intimacy of it, and i want to see root kiss her back in the moment, but pull away first. as a sort of thank you, but i don’t need anything from you that you don’t want to give and shaw’s soft eyes and flat mouth says something like thats why i wanted to do it

Working with Photographers

Your cosplay looks stunning and you want to get some professional shots of your cosplay! Where do you begin? How do you find photographers? I will explain in this post!

There are 2 ways to finding photographers around you! You can either:

-A: Go to a convention. You don’t even need a ticket, you can stand in areas where photographers will be! They will most likely be outside anyway due to better lighting/location. Once you take photos with a photographer they will usually give you a business card. 

B: Look on forums, facebook pages of conventions/cosplayers in your area. Chances are photographers will be in there too looking for cosplayers to shoot with! You can even look for cosplayers in your area and look in the description for photographers. 

-Always make sure you look through their portfolio to see if you like the way they shoot. Each photographer will have a different way of shooting, some you may like, some you may not like. 

-Time to book a shoot! Message a photographer, ask for their rates, when they are available. If you agree to a shoot, make sure you tell them what character, what series, and provide multiple reference photos so they can get a good feel for your character, and choose which lighting, location, angles they may want to try. The more information you can provide, the easier it is on them!

-WATCH OUT FOR PERVERTS. Especially if you have a rather revealing cosplay or are planning a lingerie shoot! There are some photographers that are not reputable at all! MAKE SURE THE PHOTOGRAPHER IS REPUTABLE! Check with people they have worked with. Ask them their experience. If you hear anything bad from multiple people. DO NOT hire them! A good photographer will NEVER force you to do poses you are not comfortable with and will always make sure you are comfortable! They will never touch you without your permission, and will always make sure you like the shots! If you feel uncomfortable let them know. They will respect your decision.

-Practice your poses! Look at reference photos of your character and mimic their poses. It is good to have many many poses on hand because you will be going through a lot of them! For good measure look for around 15+ you like. Poses go by very fast! You can even ask your photographer if they have any pose ideas!

-Getting to your shoot. Even though you agree on a certain time, it is always best to get there 15 minutes early! It is very rude to get there late. Photographers will most likely be there early to set up their lighting, and do test shots! You can also even help the photographers set up making it more likely that they will want to work with you in the future!

-Perhaps you want to thank your photographer extra for shooting with you, good idea! You can treat them to food, coffee, and even tip them more than the amount you agreed on! Being nice, helpful and a pleasure to work with will make it more likely that the photographer will work with you on future shoots!

-Assistants! It’s a very good idea to bring an assistant to help you/and the photographer during the shoot! Assistants can do things from cape flips, holding props off screen to make it look like it’s in action, make sure your cosplay looks on point/fix whatever is off, hold lighting for photographers, and more! Just be sure you tell them how thankful you are for their help, treat them to lunch or dinner for their time, or get them a gift!

-Waiting for the photos, this is the hardest part. Waiting for your photos can be quite hard however it will be worth it! Depending on your photographer, they will give you the raws, photos with some edits, or edited photos. It is always important to have good communication with the photographer. Ask them if it is okay to do your own edits, ask them when it is okay to post the photos! And be sure to ALWAYS credit the photographer/edit in your post!

-Once the shoot is over, PLEASE leave your experience with the photographer on their pages. This will help future cosplayers on what to expect with the photographer. This will also help bring them more business and support them (if you had a pleasant experience of course)

Misunderstood

An elementary Sherlock imagine where the reader feels like her relationship doesn’t mean anything to him

Awwww, I can definitely do this.  Here is your Elementary Sherlock one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“I’ll call you once things settle,” he says, putting down his half-had cup of coffee as your eyes beg him to stay.

“Why don’t you just finish your coffee, sweetheart?” you coo, desperately trying to get him to sit down.

“Crime rests for no one,” he breathes as he turns around, his head bobbing lightly as your eyes slowly land on his, “Can’t risk a murderer getting away because you want to have coffee.”

“Just…just me?” you ask meekly, disappointment rolling behind your eyes.

But he had already turned and started out the door, leaving you alone at a table when the two of you were supposed to be spending some time together.

For the third time that week.


You decided to take a quieter approach to his cases.

Whenever he was called for a case, you never called him or came to his home.  You didn’t want to distract him from the solving of his cases, or risk putting yourself in another disappointing situation where you were left behind at a restaurant to cover a tab.

So you took to sending him things.

A letter or two, handwritten on your best cardstock letting him know that you were thinking of him.

A package of his favorite coffee with a little note attached to it, saying how much you cared for him and hoped the case was going well.

But when he would call you to meet up, or come over and have a nice romp, he wouldn’t mention them.

Ever.

And it made you feel just as disappointed as you felt him kiss your cheek before he scurried off to his next case, your body haphazardly clothed from your latest romp.

You couldn’t bring yourself to calling it love-making any longer.

Because you no longer felt loved.


Sherlock wasn’t an idiot.

He knew something had shifted in his relationship with you.

You no longer called him for outings during his cases.  Instead, you had opted to sending him gifts, no longer wanting face-to-face interaction with him during the times he needed you most.

Your presence was a great relief to him during all of the manipulations of his job.

You no longer sent him kind text messages randomly during your day, nor did you update your social media outlets with pictures throughout your day, tagging him in them even though he abhorred the consistent vibrating of his phone.

Although, he did have to admit that he smiled, albeit internally, when he saw the pictures from your day.

He could close his eyes whilst on his bathroom breaks and immerse himself into your life, if only for a brief second before he had to shake it and leave.

But the fact that had his mind swirling was the passion.

The passion had fled from your relationship.

Instead of being the fire-ball minx in bed that he knew you to be, it almost seemed to him as if you were going through the motions, doing exactly what you knew he wanted in an attempt to speed things up.  And while he wasn’t oblivious to the distinct pleasures of “a quickie,” he also knew that you were attempting to speed things up: begging for him in your best voice that you needed him, knowing it would spur him on even though the look in your eyes was two ticks shy of vacant.

He felt himself heading for a world of hurt.

But, more importantly, he didn’t understand why you were doing this.

And he was determined to find out.


Opening your door as you come home from a long weekend of traveling for your job, you shut your door and lean up against it, the darkness of your home welcoming you into its arms as you close your eyes and sigh.

But a sound from your kitchen caught your attention.

“Ah!  I see you’re home,” Sherlock says as he pokes his head from around the corner.

You furrow your brow tightly as you stay adhesed to the door.

It was your lack of procession that caused Sherlock to double back.

“Y/N?” he asks lowly, his body lined by the sharp shadows of the hallway that separated your cloaked body from his.

Watching him as he shrugs his coat off, you watch him toss it onto the kitchen table behind him before he slowly begins his approach to you, your body igniting without instruction as you watch the shadows play upon his sharp features.

You wished he cared more…

Watching him stop in front of you, your eyes glued to his chest as the food in the kitchen cools down from its fiery existence, you let out the breath you are holding as you sigh and close your eyes.

“Do you not want this anymore?” he asks lowly.

The question caught you off-guard, causing you to snicker in senility as you shake your head.

“Maybe I should ask you that same question,” you breathe hard.

His eyes danced along your body, reading your every little movement as he pulls his lips into a thin, taut line.

“I believe you have misunderstood me,” he says.

“Oh?” you ask, your angry eyes flickering up to his as you hold his gaze, “Then educate me, Sherlock.”

Anger.

He had never seen you angry before.

He was taking his time soaking it in, learning the signs for next time…if there was a next time…before proceeding.

“I believe you have mistaken our interrupted coffee outings and my lack of communication during cases as a lack of emotion for you.”

Shaking your head as you lean heavier into your door, your jaw clenches in frustration at Sherlock being able to read you like an open book.

Under the brightest light.

“When in fact, it is exactly the opposite.”

Slowly turning your head in shock, your wild eyes connecting with his, you take a step towards him as he steps back.

“Really?  So…leaving me alone in a place of dining crying into my plate of food is the opposite?  Sticking me with the check of an absent man is the opposite?”

You heard your voice growing as Sherlock clenches his jaw tightly, his arms growing taut at his sides as his shoulders pull back.

“Not hearing from you for days…sometimes weeks…is the opposite, Sherlock?!  Calling me over just to have sex before kicking me out because you need to work with Joan is just…is just how you show someone you care!?”

You were furious at him.

But really, you had no reason to be.

You knew he was like this before you dated him: obsessed.  Narcissistic.  Demanding.

You had no reason to hold it over his head.

And yet, you saw his soft side with Joan…

“I see your softness with Joan.  I see how you look upon her in admiration when she isn’t turned your way.  I read your body language around her on the rare occasion I see the two of you together.  I can practically smell the respect you have for her.  But I’m just a good romp?”

“I believe you have mistaken-”

But you interrupt him with the bombastic tone of your voice.

“You think I am mistaken, Sherlock!?” you roar.

“Yes!  I believe you have been, Y/N!  Because I care for you!” he roars.

The sentiment stopped you in your tracks.

“And I admit!” he yells before clearing his throat and bringing down his volume of voice, “…that I have not been…the best…at showing it.”

“But if your complaint is really the fact that you see how I look at Joan when she isn’t looking, then you can only imagine how I look at you whenever you’re not looking.”

You continued to blink at him as he takes a small step towards you.

“While you are bowing your face down to your coffee, you don’t get to take in the sorrow that fills my eyes whenever I turn around and look at you, dejected and sad, as I have to walk out of that coffee shop.  You aren’t privy to the money that I drop back into your bank account from mine because I wasn’t there to pay the check because you have a very nasty habit of never taking a regular look at it.”

Your arm shoots to your side as you try to dig your phone from your coat pocket, only for Sherlock’s hand to shoot out and catch your wrist as his eyes bore heavily into yours.

“And while I regret never thanking you for your gifts, there is a part of me that wondered if you began sending the gifts because you no longer wanted to speak with me.”

“Sherlock, that’s not-”

“I know now that that’s not what you were doing,” he breathes as his face hovers closely to yours, “just like you now know what you have misinterpreted.”

Your eyes dance in between his quickly as tears automatically rise to your eyes.

“I need you to understand that I will never prioritize you over my work,” he says, his head nodding lightly as you swallow thickly, “because doing my work is what ensures me your safety.”

You felt your knees begin to grow weak as your eyes flutter in shock, a tear rolling down your cheek as you find it hard to catch your breath.

It was then that Sherlock planted his hands onto your heavy door, pinning your body between the warmth of his chest and the coolness of the wood.

“And as for the romps,” Sherlock chews as you look up at him from underneath your eyelashes, “I remember you once telling me that staying with a man after sex was the equivalent to telling that person you loved them.”

You recalled the conversation over one of the first dates the two of you had ever taken.

“The Italian food truck,” you breathe.

“The Italian food truck,” Sherlock echoes.

“I was leaving that for you to initiate,” he says lowly.

How stupid you had been during this whole situation.

Sighing heavily as you lean your head against your door, you feel Sherlock’s nose dance faintly around the skin of your neck as a smile creeps across your cheeks.

“You’ve cooked dinner,” you whisper.

“It is quite a spread, as well,” he breathes before kissing the crook of your neck.

Your trembling hands raise up and find his shoulders before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

You felt Sherlock heave a deep, heavy sigh as you bring your lips to his ear.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

“And I as well,” he lulls as he holds you close, his hands splaying across your back as the two of you hold each other in the middle of your darkened foyer.

And as you feel Sherlock begin to release you from his grasp, you sink down onto your feet as you raise your hand and cup his cheek.

“Stay with me tonight,” you offer, your eyes locking heavily onto Sherlock’s as he reads every micro-reaction on your face.

“It would be a pleasure,” Sherlock nods, his cheek nuzzling lightly into the palm of your hand.

(170118) @anan_mag: 【shinee×anan shooting②】 how undone jonghyun-san’s black shirt is differs slightly for each cut. this is because he bestowed upon us a miraculous gift by unbuttoning his shirt …, with his own hands …, as the shooting progressed. it goes without saying that all the staff exclaimed: “thank you very much!!” (source: mredwardsanders)

Whatever Your Heart Desires

Summary: Dan’s always been a huge advocate of surprises, and Phil could never guess the extremities of them. These birthday surprises in particular, however, took the cake. 

Word Count:  5016

Warnings: fluff, a mild birthday drinking scene, mentions of sex, and a whole lot of feels

Notes: Happy Birthday to our beloved son, sun, and angel bean Phil Lester! The universe blessed us with this man thirty years ago, and hopefully it will bless us with him for many more. Here is my contribution to the montage of birthday gifts for Phil-we love you!

This fic was edited by the lovely @victorianhowell, and this beautiful cover art edit was made by my good friend @the-phil-to-your-dan! Thank you both!:)

I really hope y’all enjoy this, and if you do, feel free to shoot me a message or ask-feedback is always appreciated!

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How would mercs react if someone gave them a flower?

Prompt: How would the mercs react if someone (probably a stranger or at least a casual acquaintance, gave them a flower? (Note: This particular post, I’ll be experimenting with GIFs. Hope you guys don’t mind! -Undercover)

Engineer:

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

He’d stutter and shove his hands deep into his pockets. He’d protest at first, wondering why someone he vaguely knows would give him a flower. After a simple explanation, Engie’ll accept the random gift; probably saying thanks for the fifth time. He can’t wipe that gosh-darned sheepish smile off his face! Keeps the flower in a proper vase with water and everything. Would be the most sensible handling the situation (even if he gets too easily flustered hahahaha)

Medic:

Originally posted by onlynightmarebeforechristmas

He’d frown at the person - afterall, they’d stop him in the middle of his experiment for this? A kind and simple gesture, but Medic has better use of his time and would prefer for somebody to give him a free organ. Now that’d be touching! Nevertheless, Medic takes the flower, and places it somewhere in his office. He forgets to put it in water, and it’ll end up dying quickly.

Pyro:

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Upon being given the flower, Pyro would give a muffled gasp. Getting over themself, they’ll wrap up the person in a huge rubbery hug. They’d be in a flurry of muffled ‘thank-yous’ and pouring any compliment they can think of off the top of their head. Why anyone would give them anything is a mystery. They try to keep the flower alive - really they do - but they can’t help but set it on fire.

Demoman:

Originally posted by mrthisbody

I mean, being the drunk mess he is 75% of the time, Demo would sob immediately. In his drunken state he’s used to being the party animal, one-liner, and guy full of dirty jokes up his sleeve. People treat him as a drunken jokester or a go to drinking buddy - he doesn’t mind that! But someone treating him nicely even when he’s a mess-up? He’d be a bit too emotional about the random gift - in his emotional state, he’d end up snapping the flower’s stem in half. Only ends up with a blubbering Demo. Ah, it’s the thought that counts.

Heavy:

Originally posted by psychopass

(I couldn’t find an appropriate GIF reaction…so the hand is supposed to represent Heavy rubbing someone’s head.) Heavy would frown first, but take the flower. But, seeing the person means well, he would nod in approval. He isn’t much for giving out free smiles, so he’ll awkwardly pat the person’s head. He presses the flower into one of his favorite books (the super thick and heavy kind), to preserve it to the best of his ability.

Soldier:

Originally posted by calamity-ashley

(These gifs are getting progressively harder to find as each merc goes on…THEY DONT CAPTURE THE ESSENCE. or im just a bad searcher lol) Soldier would be rude at first: “DON’T GIVE ME NO PANSY FLOWER, SON!” When it’s properly explained to him the person’s intentions behind the gesture, Soldier grabs the flower and stuffs it into his pocket. (he won’t be the best at preserving the gift…) He’ll then proceed to give an aggressive high five or slap on the back.

Scout:

Originally posted by shawnasgonnagif

Scout would be taken aback at first, actually lost for words. His face would light up and he’ll smile the most kid-like smile ever. (if that sentence made any sense) Then he’ll talk at the speed of light. “Woah a flower, that’s pretty weird, and by pretty weird I mean really sweet and I mean wow thanks I don’t mean to sound awkward but I really appreciate it you know so ahahahahaha!” Once he has to stop to catch his breath, he’d revert back to egotistical full of himself Scout. He’d say, “You know, it’s a bit weird for ya to be giving a flower to a dude.” He’s bound to rub somebody the wrong way in the end. He runs back to his room in a blur to find somewhere to put the flower.

Spy:

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Spy would be (understandably) suspicious. He’d scrutinize both the giver and flower. He’d analyze any hidden codes/meanings behind the flower, he doesn’t specialize in spying for nothing. He’d wrack his brain for any ulterior motive behind a senseless gesture - he stares the person down, maybe trying to make them uncomfortable. Trying to exploit weakness. This goes down all in a minute of uncomfortable silence and judgment. Finally, if he deems the person and flower harmless, he’ll accept it with a professional and cool ‘thank you’, and strides away. From such an interaction, any outsider would think Spy didn’t appreciate the random gift. However, in his smoking room, a flower sits in a crystal vase above the fireplace.

Sniper:

Originally posted by clubic-hebdo

(IF ONLY IF I CAN FIND A GIF WHERE SOMEONE IS BLUSHING AND HIDING BEHIND A HAT) Sniper blushes deeply at his ears. (I totally headcanon him blushing at the ears. It’s a ridiculously fun image to think of) He’ll bow his head, muttering a quick thank you behind the brim of his hat. He’ll shoot his hand out to grasp the gift - too rough and too jerky, but it’s clear he accepts and appreciates the thing. He speed-walks away, thankful and embarrassed to leave the person behind. From that point forward, if anyone walks into his van, they’ll see a single flower planted in a pot, placed where sunshine pours in the most…

It was hard finding gifs that fit the context of this prompt and it hurt my eyes looking at the flashing images (le sob), but altogether, I had so much fun experimenting with this post! I hope you guys appreciate this! ((The ask box is always open for questions like this!))

-Undercover