that one is a shoe ffs


Casual Prompto! Look at him wearing his boyfriend best friend’s clothes
D’awww how gross, they match ahahaaha!
Here we go something that isn’t quick this time!
Sister piece to the Noctis one I did a while back

anonymous asked:

describe the one direction fashion during their album eras.

Up All Night.

Pastel twinks. Giving off that vibe that makes you think they smell like an Oceanside Yankee Candle and freshly cut springtime grass. Would defo date you, open doors for you and smile at you with some sugary fucking tooth-rotting grin. Defo gonna have you back home 15 minutes before curfew with a wink at Mama as he leaves to drive the car that tells your mama he paid for the meal and could probably pay for her house too.

Take Me Home.

Sassy rich-boy fucks. Got that ‘lost my car keys so daddy brought me a new car’ vibe. Wears bowties to a casual as fuck house party. Other dudes think they’re twats but girls think they got dollar dollar hiding in their fancy fucking breast pockets. Lots of monochrome colours, wears white jeans and would probably wink at you as you notice the grass stains.

Midnight Memories.

Greasy gas station rent-boy chic. Excuse me m’aam, our car seems to have broke down can we borrow your cell so we can call a towing service“ Totally not passed them to throw you on the back seat and have the whole squad hit it in their cheap as fuck dodgy car whilst they wait for the tow truck tho. Smell like sweat, tequila and smoke. Bad-boy assholes that don’t believe in money as a concept which is an excuse for them being broke as fuq. Would get drunk with you and complain about captalism and the bourgeoisie. 


Slayin in all black cos it’s everyone elses funeral. Take me To Church plays in the background of them wherever they go. Has the ‘Daddy-doesn’t-talk-about-his-business-with-you’ vibe and you cool with that. Smells like overpowering Gucci cologne on a soft autumn breeze. Hair constantly in a state of ‘i woke up like this but it took an hour to get right’. Most likely actually has money falling out their pockets. Shoes pointier than cheekbones.

Made In The AM.

We’re not like regular dads we’re cool dads. Relaxed and chill vibe, just guys being dudes. The kind of guys who know how to bleed a radiator but know the best guy to get cocaine from at short notice. Would probably reference memes in conversation but only the relevant ones. If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, they are wife material.

“Late Night Conversations” R.MANTLE /Part Two\

Okay, hello my little friends! This is part two of “Late night conversations” 

You can find part one



Idk if you interested but I was thinking of making LNC a series like ff. Tell me what you think.. 



Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings.

ALSO A WARNING! IT’S A SMUT! (not for virgin eyes!) lmao just kidding

After questioning myself for a good ten minutes, I finally decided to put my shoes on and drive off to where Reggie wanted to meet up. I’m currently in my car, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my body from the lack of clothing I have on. I don’t even bother getting dressed, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

I must admit, I took a few wrong turns on the way because my memory absulutely sucks. The darkness of the sky and the silence of the roads makes my brain explode in thoughts shooting from left to right, expecially withouth anyone keeping me company. 

Despite the fact that tonight will be propably the most yelling-filled night I’ve ever had due to Reggie being an asshole, the only thing in my mind is the fact that I have a final exam in a few hours and I’m shitting myself. 

I finally start to see the old abadoned parking lot beside the theme park. I don’t remember the lights from the building on the inside of the beat down building on the side, but I ignore it. I drive closer to see Reggie’s car parked in the middle of the driveway, facing the park. All I see of him is the desperately pacing posture. 

I turn my music volume down and park a few spaces behind Reggie’s car. 
Anger starts filling my body, making me inhale and exhale strongly. I kill the engines of my car and tuck my phone into my back pocket, unclocking the door and sliding off the seat. 

Just as I shut the door. I see Reggie’s face light up, his hands running through his hair. I start to walk to him, seeing his fatigued body. His eyes seem to be puffy and red, his hair messier than usual, and his presence basically yelling out in exhaustion. His perfectly lined lips pout out, bringing my eyes to stare at them longer that I should. His black shorts and tank top hang off him, adding to his background. 

I walk until I’m inches far away from his body, staring up at his face. I feel like all the anger drained out of me. 

He doesnt say a word, but his hands slide around my waist and his face sinks into my neck, lifting me up as he turns us around. HIs arms hold me stronger and I feel a breath of relief escape his lips. 

If I say something, I might just confess how much I want to kiss his glossy pink lips, so I won’t. I keep my hands wrapped around his neck, allowing his heated body to comfort mine. 

We stand in each other’s embrance for a few minutes before our arms untangle from each other’s bodies. I fold my arms and start to look around, avoiding his eye contact. I lean against the hood of his car for support, feeling my chest clog down at the realization of this moment. 

I feel Reggie’s stare on my head and i turn around to see a sad smile on his face, his eyes blinking with tiredness. His hands go through his hair as a laugh escapes his lips “Shit,” he laughs again. 

It isn’t a funny laugh, nor a sarcastic laugh, it’s just a sad laugh, like the one you make when something tragic happens. It’s scaring me. 

“You see,” he smiles, shaking his head. “h-he fucking told me,” he stutters, another laugh escaping his mouth. 
“He told me not to fall in too deep with you yet look where the hell I am!” he paces shortly in front of me, turning around with every emphasis. “And fuck, I can’t even bring myself to regret it one bit.” he snickers. 

I maintain my silence, not knowing what to form as a response. What does he mean anyway? 

“I mean, it’s me!” he laughs louder bringing both his hands to my side, leaning them against the hood. “And you’re still here?” he mutters sadly, his words speaking into my lips. I see his eyes move to stare into mine, defeatedly searchig for an answer. 

“Reggie, you’re scaring me,” I finally find the courage to speak. I feel the tears forming in my eyes. 

“Hey, hey,” Reggie’s body shifts up detaching his hands from the car and bringing both to the side of my face. “princess, please don’t cry,” he shakes his head, worriedly looking at my face, “I don’t like seeing you cry.” 

I take a deep breath and bring my hands to hold his wrists, supporting them to my sides. “Say something, anything,” he begs.

“Tell my why you left.” I question. HIs face falls at my words, and so do his arms. His hands go down, laying them both on my shoulders before they fall to his side. 

“I can’t tell you that,I really fucking want to: but I can’t, you need to understand that.” he states, bringing his hands up for emphasis. 

“Then why are you ma–”

“Listen to me.” he interrups, stepping closer to the car to stand in between my legs. “Can we just forget about everything? Just for tonight.” he whispers, slowly inching his lips closer to mine. 

I instantly turn my face, regretting it the moment his lips hit my cheek. His mouth stays there for a few seconds, a tired sigh leaving his mouth. HIs head backs away and I turn mine back to him, looking down in shame. I can’t just let him kiss me without an explanation. I can’t let him kiss me and drown every single problem going on. 

“Don’t deny me your lips.” his forehead leans on mine. “Anything,but not your lips.” a small smile forms on his lips, leaning his head towards me a second time. 

I can’t say I don’t wan to just as much as he does. 

I bring my lips to his, answering his question filled expressions. A feeling of relief and warmth take over me and before I know it, my hands are tangled in his hair and my legs are around his waist. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” he breathes in between kisses, tugging at my lower lip. His hands travel down to my waist, rubbing the exposed skin. I tug at his hair harder, bringing his lips closer to mine as I leant backwards in my seating on the car. 

His hands tug at my shorts, leaving them just below my hips. I feel a squeeze around my waist, making me gaps. His tongue licks my bottom lip for etrance in which I grant, thinking it was impossible not to. 

A smile takes over his face, and so does mine. I can’t get over how incredible this feels. Just him. His presence alone is incredible, and to add on his lips kissing mine like this makes me unable to describe him with words. 

I keep kissing his softness, fastening the action. His lips don’t leave mine as a small chuckle leaves his lips before he bites my lower lip. 

My hands go down to his toned front, sliding my finger down to his waist, making his hold on me tighten even more. His lips leave mine as the attach on my neck, forging my lips to let out a barely audible moan. “Fuck,” I hear him whisper as his tongue rolls around my neck, kissing the skin harder. I tilt my neck to give him more access. 

I tug at his shirt, pulling it upwards from his back. His hands detach from my waist and for a swift second, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his toned torso and throwing the shirt to the side. I only have a second to reminisce the beautfilul moonlight shining off his naked upper body before he walks adjacently to me and reattaches his lips to my neck. I let my legs wrap around his waist once again, pushing him closer. 

“Off,” he rasped heatedly, tugging at my shorts. I do as he says without question, liftin my bottom off the car for him to tug it off aggresively, pulling it down to my legs and letting it fall to the floor. 

I feel a sudden shiver taking over my body due to the exposition of my legs. 
His fingers stroke down my thigs, slowing down my breathing. His kisses soften, leaving his lips on my neck long enough to drive me crazy. Small hot breaths come out of his mouth as whispered growls fall off his lips. 

Reggie’s heavy breathing becomes more evident as his face turns to me, a hungry look in his eyes. I blink at him innocently, knowing his lips won’t stay unaccompanied for long. Just in time, they come in the contact with mine as he shoves his hips to mine. 

His lips press lightly, ghosting over mine before gradually pressing his panting chest over mine. One arm arond escapes to my back, the other in my hair, Reggie keeps my head in place as his lips do their magic. 

It doesn’t take long for Reggie to fumble with my shirt, and I allow him to tug it off the way over my head, detaching our lips for a moment. I crave his touch every second he pulls away and I honestly don’t know whether it’s a good think or not. 

“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now.” he breathes out, pressing his forehead to mine with a smile on his lips. 

I let out a chuckle, feeling at ease with his body this close to mine. His close proximity and build up height makes me feel safe. I pull his back with the waist of his shorts. A smirk form on his lips as he makes his way to mine, his tongue immediately asking for etrance. I grant his wishes, letting both massage over each other. 

I feel frustration ruch down my body and heat forming by the second in my lower region as his hans roam over my body, squeezing the side of my torso and shoulders. 

I wrap my legs tighter around him as his lips fall to my ear, placing a gentle kiss behind it. His lips go lower, kissing down my chest multiple times before they go even further. I throw my head back and let my hands support me as I lean them against the car behind me. 

Reggie’s large hands over my stomach,rubbing all over my skin until his thumbs reach my midriff, making my stomach sink for a moment. I love his touch, and I especially love when it’s on me. Oh how things would have turned out if I had left the moment he didn’t admittet to not wanting to talk. 

“You know I’m mad at you, right?” I breathe out 

“Mhmm,” he moans, ignoring my statement. 

I don’t hesitate before I bring my head back up and let my hands go straight to the hem of his shorts, fumbling with his waistband, mildly tugging it lower. 

His body stands in between my leg as his mouth ghost over in short breaths over my chest and back up to my neck. 

My lips brush against his, taking his lower lip in mine bitting down the skin.
Both his hands rush through my hair, tuggin near the roots. I put my hand on his crotch and squeeze gently. I feel his erection increasing underneath my palm. “Oh no, princess,” he smirks. “no toughing.” 

My head gets fuzzy at his words, feeling my wetness increase. “But–” I argue, a heavy breath leaving my lips. 

What did I say?” he growls, pulling my hair down with one hand, not using much force. His other hand falls to my waist, playing with the thin waistband of my underwear. 

I feel my breathing hitch at his touch as his fingers stroke my waist, gradually bringing his long fingers to run over my entrance, painfully slow. “Already wet for me, princess? i thought you were mad,” he smirks, tugging his hands in my hair harder. 

I moan loudly at his action, only to have his hand untangle from my hair and cover my mouth tightly. “There’s a security guard sitting inside that building right there,” he hisses. “so I’m gonna need you to be very quiet, alright baby girl?” 

I nod my head at his demand, not knowing that the hell’s taken over me to act like this. 

His hand strokes over my cloth covered etrance forcing me to roll my hips on his. His hand mover from my jawto my head, pushing it on his neck. I take his meaning, starting to guide my lips on his neck, kissing over the heated skin. I feel his member grow as he stands in between my leg. 

My brain doesn’t register any thoughts or screaming voices, not anything but feeling of pleasure as his hand slides my panties to the side, diving two of his fingers inside me. 

I let out an unconscious moan, throwing my head back as his fingers pump harder into my tightness. “Fuck,” I breathe out, hearing his soft grunts fall out of his lips. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” Reggie groans, continuing his movement. 

His tumbs reaches over the top of my etrance, rubbing gently as my hips grind into him. “Reg,” I breathe out unkowingly. 

My moans come out struggled and guttural the closer I came to my climax. His fingers move futher and faster into me as he feels my tightness. 

“Bite down my shoulder,” he demands. “you make one sound, I’ll take you right on this car, you understand?” 

I smirk at his words, knowing this is definitely a new side of Reggie I didn’t know. I gasp as I feel my climax getting closer. I bring my head to his exposed shoulder, letting my lips brush on the skin as he rubs faster. 

Silent moans leave my mouth before I feel my high coming through. I let out a breath before I command his demands, bitting down his shoulder as hard as I can as I finally come. 

“Good girl,” I feel his hot breath over my ear as he whispers, his voice shaky and a sense of frustration leaving his tone. 

His fingers pump into me a few more times before he pulls them out, sliding my panties back on their original place. He brings his hand to his mouth, cleaning up the juices off his fingers. It’s official, he’s a different person. 

I lean my head on his shoulder, breathing out heavily in pleasure. Both our bodies straighten up, loud gasps for air falling from our lips. His hand comes in contact with my head, bringing my face to his as he strokes my cheeks. His eyes meet mine, a certain light glowing in them. 

“Princess,” he sings “I don’t think you understand how much I want you.” he whispers, his face edging closer to mine. “I want you in every way a person can want another. I want all of you, every piece.” he grits. 

“Reggie,” I bring my fingers to touch his chin, inching it forward to look at me. 
you already have me. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. “ 


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Don’t Let Me Go || Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by because-they-re-angels

Title: Don’t Let Me Go ~ Lee Jihoon

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Daddy!Jihoon fluff

A/N: This one didn’t turn out quite the way I hoped it would, but I did end up enjoying it. Here’s some Jihoon fluff for you guys! (I may or may not have died while writing this bc my main bias kills me ffs)

“Are you sure you got understand everything?” [y/n] questioned as she hurried to slip on her shoes, “It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to spend time with [daughter’s name].”

Jihoon chuckled quietly to himself and watched his wife rush around the apartment as he sat back in one of the bar stools, sipping his coffee. He was clothed in nothing but a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black sweats, his dyed hair slightly messy and his face covered in small stubble.

“Do you not trust me or something? She is my daughter you know, I think I would know how to take care of her by now.”

[y/n] sighed as she stopped what she was doing and walked over to her husband, standing in between his legs. She placed her hands on his biceps and gently ran her fingers down the sides of them. Jihoon found himself melting into her touch and reached his hand out to cup the side of her face.

“You know it’s not like that Jihoon,” She replied, “It’s just that I’m a new mother and this is my first day back to work. I’m just nervous. It doesn’t help that you’ve been busy too.”

“I may be busy but I’m never too busy to be a father,” Jihoon responded as his thumb caressed his wife’s cheek.

“I know, I’m sorry Jihoon,” She said quietly, “You just haven’t been around much since the baby was born due to your career. I know you’re an idol and a producer, but you’re only home at night into the early mornings, usually when she is asleep. You’ve never been left home alone with her before.”

“[y/n],” Jihoon spoke, “There is no other way I’d rather spend my one day off than getting to know my little girl even better, even if she’s only 8 months old and can’t even speak yet.”

[y/n] smiled and leaned up to peck her husband on the lips. Jihoon smirked and pulled her closer to his body.

“That was a pitiful goodbye kiss to your husband you know,” He stated cockily.

[y/n] rolled her eyes playfully and leaned forwards to kiss him once more, this time filled with a little more passion as her lips moved in sync with her husband’s. Once they pulled apart, [y/n] grabbed her bag from the counter and turn back to face Jihoon once more before leaving for work.

“Once [daughter’s name] wakes up, I put chopped up strawberries in the fridge. You can feed those to her for breakfast. She does get a little messy when eating though, make sure she wears a bib. And if-“

“[y/n], I got this. I even have all the directions you have written out on this sheet of paper. I think I can handle one day with my daughter.”

[y/n] gave him a nervous smile and a nod before bidding him goodbye and leaving the apartment, causing Jihoon to be left alone in slience with his sleeping daughter in the nursery down the hall.

After 10 minutes, Jihoon had finally finished his coffee and began to clean up a bit around the kitchen. [y/n] had also left him a list of chores that needed to be done before she got home. Today was going to be quite the eventful day for Jihoon. Once he finished the dishes, a small whine was heard from down the hall. Jihoon quickly left the kitchen and walked into the nursery where his daughter laid awake, moving her tiny body around as she stretched. The second she saw her father walk in, she smiled and began to coo softly. Jihoon smiled at this act and reached down into her crib and picked up his daughter, cuddling her closely to his chest.

“Are you hungry?” He asked his daughter as her rubbed her back gently.

[daughter’s name] let out a noise of approval to signal Jihoon that she in fact was, and the growl of her stomach confirmed it. Jihoon walked back into the kitchen and sat his daughter down into her high chair. His daughter began to babble quietly to herself as Jihoon went to the fridge and got out his daughter’s breakfast and placing it on the tray in front of her. [daughter’s name] immediately began picking strawberries out of the bowl and sticking them into her mouth, some of them falling out of her hands causing her to pout and Jihoon to smile fondly at how cute his daughter looked while attempting to eat strawberries. After she was done, Jihoon wiped her mouth from the leftover strawberry goo and picked his daughter out of her highchair and into his arms once more where she snuggled right back against him.

“You’re not as difficult as mommy made it seem to take care of you,” He mentioned even though he knew his baby girl couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

He walked slowly into the living room and to the corner of the room where his daughter’s play pen was located. Once he got there, he placed her inside the pen carefully and gave her a pat on the head before he turned off to go finish cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Right as he turned the corner to leave the room, [daughter’s name] let out a loud whine in protest to signal her father that she did not want him to go. Jihoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face his baby girl. He walked back over to her play pen and leaned down to look at his daughter.

“What’s wrong baby? Did you need something?” He asked as he rubbed her fuzzy head.

[daughter’s name] fixed her face from its small pout into a smile at the touch of her father. Jihoon smiled and kissed her head before he stood up to leave again. Once more, the entire act repeated itself. Jihoon frowned as he scooped up his daughter.

“Did you not want to be alone?” He asked as he bounced her in his arms on the way to the kitchen.

[daughter’s name] settled herself into his arms played with her father’s shirt in her tiny hands. Jihoon smiled at her as he walked in the kitchen. Every time he tried to place her down so he could get some work done, his daughter would whine until he picked her up again. Jihoon figured that maybe it was because she was still tired. That obviously wasn’t the case because she ended up being like this for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Jihoon tried to finish the laundry like [y/n] had told him to, but it turns out that it’s a lot harder to fold clothing with a tiny baby in your arms. He even tried to get some of his own work done by going into his mini studio to test out some tracks, but with [daughter’s name] on his lap, she kept trying to touch the different keys on his desktop. Out of fear of her messing something up, he decided against it.

Needless to say it was pretty tiring to manage work with a baby in your arms at the same time. In the end Jihoon gave up and laid down on his shared bed, his baby girl placed upon his chest as he held the remote to their television in one hand, his other wrapped tightly around his daughter. He turned on one of his favorite dramas and let out a yawn as he settled comfortably against the mattress of his bed. Soon enough, he found himself falling asleep to the sound of soft snores coming from his daughter and the drama playing in the background.

[y/n] came home from work not too much longer after that. She too was pretty tired herself and just wanted to relax with her husband and her daughter. She sighed as she walked into her apartment, sad to see it still slightly messy and pissed at Jihoon for saying he would do something but not falling through with it.

She sluggishly walked down the hall and to her bedroom, grimacing at the sound of the television playing behind the closed door. She turned the knob and pushed the door open gently, stopping in her tracks as she noticed the two sleeping figures on the bed. She wanted to be mad at her husband, but she just couldn’t. The sight in front of her was just way too cute. She walked over to the bed and sat beside her husband, shaking his shoulder slightly and watching as he stirred awake. He furrowed his eyebrows together and stretched his body before fluttering his eyes open.

“How was work?” He asked in a deep, groggy voice.

“It was fine,” She responded, “I see you got plenty of work done yourself around here.”

Jihoon caught onto his wife’s sarcasm pretty quickly and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he spoke, “But I really did try to clean for you. The only issue I had was that [daughter’s name] wouldn’t let me out her down. Every time I tried she only started to whine.”

[y/n] smiled and laughed quietly at her husband before placing a kiss to his forehead.

“She just missed her daddy,” [y/n] responded as she ran her fingers through Jihoon’s hair.

“Yeah, well her daddy missed her too.”

[y/n] leaned forwards and pressed her lips gently against her husbands, the two of them kissing for a couple of seconds before a small sound caused them to pull apart. There, their daughter laid on Jihoon’s chest, eyes looking up at both of her parents. Her tiny hands reached out to each of them as if she were motioning both of her parents to snuggle her. [y/n] laid down on the bed next to Jihoon and snuggled up close to her beautiful babies. Jihoon instinctively wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.

“I should get days off more often,” He said to break the silence, “I’ve really missed this. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

nemesis729  asked:

Klaroline and 39. Please and thank you!

39: “I love you. I just love her more.”

Sorry it took me so long, it was my sister’s wedding, etc etc, it doesn’t matter! Anyway this prompt sounded so angsty, so y’know…i turned it fluffy and kinda cracky xD with a lil dust of angst at the end? xD probably not what you wanted and OOC but hope u like it! Thanks for this!!  On ff.

Also, if you want one!

Luna Of My Heart

“Caroline, that little devil has been a pain in my arse, since you brought it into our home. I want it gone.” Klaus grumbled, entering the kitchen where Caroline was eating breakfast.

“Good morning to you as well, sunshine. What’s wrong now?” she rolled her eyes, smiling at his usual grumpiness.

“It is devil incarnate, and I won’t stand for it any longer. My clothes are ruined, my shoes, the house is in shambles. I will kill that little bugger, unless you take it away.”

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(A/N: I am taking this from a personal experience but I put a kpop twist in cause you know. Tbh it was just such a good idea for an imagine that I couldn’t pass ^^” and I know I did a Jungkook imagine but I am gonna repeat cause the guy reminded me of JK, anyways Enjoy!)

Imagine laying in bed with BTS Jungkook. V and Jimin are both in the room as well but they are more focused on the latest app they downloaded rather than you two. Finally after waiting for so long, the distance between you and Jungkook finally closed. This was the first time you were meeting him in person. You both found it hard to see each other, especially with him being an idol and you being a simple fan. If anyone found out you two were talking, not only JK, but BigHit would suffer from your guys romantic interest. The secret was only between a few idols and employees. As V and Jimin continued to chatter on, you decided to make a move and allow you and Jungkook some privacy. You grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over you and him, taking his hand and gripping it in yours. “I missed you” you tell him. He grinned and kissed your hand “I missed you too princess.” You blushed at the nickname and snuggled closer to him. After a while, you got a text from your friend as a reminder that you made plans with them later that day. You look at him with dreamy eyes and he returns the deep stare. He gets closer to your face as you know exactly what is about to happen next. “Are you nervous?” he asked innocently while he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “A little” you replied. “Its alright” he reassured you “Are you ready?”. “Yes” you whisper as you closed your eyes and slowly felt a pair of soft lips on yours. This was your first kiss and you needed to make it count. You both started kissing deeper, inching closer to each other to close the space between you two. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth a few times as he grabbed your waist. You sucked on his bottom lip as you both felt passion passing through both of you. You got a text again and knew that if you didn’t leave soon your friend would be pissed. You gave him one quick last peck as you took the covers off of you and put on your shoes. Jimin and Tae were nowhere to be seen, so you assumed they left after they heard the noises you two shared. “I love you” he said. You turned around to face Jungkook and smiled. “I love you too” you both gave each other a hug as you got up and left his room.

*Later that day through text*

Kookie: Are you up for a round two? I had alot of fun
Y/N: Me too, and I am ready to take on that challenge Oppa ;)

Every couple of years, an undercurrent of fan entitlement can be felt in the community, and its effects vary but are nonetheless troubling.

When fans mistreat other fans for their own advantage (usually information and access) it comes at the expense of the primary thing for which the FF community is known, and that’s the implicit trust of friendship. If you’re a fan, you’re part of the club. If some fans are better-known, it’s largely because of their unlimited generosity or another way they contribute to making this a great place to be. So when one or a number of fans feel that their personal love of the band somehow entitles them to more and will tread on others to get it, it’s noticed.

FFS, at the end of the day, they are just a band. They’re just a group of guys who make music for a living. They’re not worth the effort of treating fellow people like something you find at the bottom of your shoe.
Shoe-stealer from hell by WendigoBaby
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Bad hellhound!” Alec jabs the finger in the dog’s direction and the muffled bark that comes as an answer sounds eerily close to a laugh. Still, Alec is fighting a smile, failing to hide his amusement at the whole situation. “You’re being naughty, so no sleeping in the bedroom tonight!”

A snippet of life with Magnus and Alec and a dog literally straight from hell.

Fallen Dancers (Haikyuu fic)

I’m writing a Haikyuu fanfiction! Fin it on ao3, Wattpad or!


Summary: Hinata Shouyou, 16 years old, has enrolled at one of the best dance academies in the country - Miyabiyaka Academy. It’s a school for dancers, for those who strive to become the most elegant artists in the world.Laced in with the ribbons of ballet shoes are strings of determination that seem to tie everyone together, and shared ambition which keeps them united. What happens when the ribbon tangles and the determination becomes regret? Will all of the students at this academy stick together, or will they fall?

Genres: Fluff, angst, slow-build, alternate universe, slice of life, drama.

anonymous asked:

any yumikuri fics you would recommend?

I assume that you’ve read my stuff, so I’ll focus on works I haven’t written (otherwise I recommend reading my stories. There are a lot, and they’re well done, if I do say so myself). I also definitely recommend all the YumiKuri by Turbotail88 on FF if you haven’t read anything of hers yet. Now, to other stories that I’ve read and loved:

My number one is definitely Rain by Naralynnia (FF)

Two strangers find solace in one another as they are bound together through a series of rainy days. Modern AU. Yumikuri.Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 67,563 - Reviews: 40 - Favs: 52 - Follows: 58 - Updated: Mar 2 - Published: Dec 2, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.] Reiner B., Bertolt H.

Then there’s Wolves of the North by ShinjiShazaki (AO3)

Christa Renz had long hoped to be of some use to her kingdom, her king. She had worked diligently to this end for years, and was surprised when something seemed to come of it and she was summoned by King Reiss. She was not expecting to be asked to deliver a letter.
She was not expecting to be asked to deliver a letter to the wolf queen of the north.
She will expect what the letter says even less.
Language: English Words: 183,819 Chapters: 16/16

Dachauby Jayne Stark (Spanish) and translated to English by Tai Ru Kaerisato (FF)

It’s the year 1938. The civil unrests invade the German territory. It’s in one of those when Christa Renz is captured by the forces of the Third Reich and is taken away to Dachau, a concentration camp where she meets the only person who could keep her safe. [YmirxChrista AU]. [Translated from Spanish to English].Rated: T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 19 - Words: 55,846 - Reviews: 62 - Favs: 51 - Follows: 78 - Updated: Mar 24 - Published: Jan 4, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.]

Dream Catcher by Reservation Red (FF)

Two worlds are brought together by a fragile bridge of trust from an encounter at the County fair. Promises are made but only to haunt Krista and Ymir. Dark. Krista P.O.V-centric. AU Shoujo-Ai / Yuri YumikuriRated: M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 12 - Words: 34,987 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 28 - Updated: Mar 24 - Published:Sep 29, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.]

I Hate Everything But You by Yumiru-sama (FF)

Historia hates having social anxiety, she hates school and she hates being in love with someone who will never notice her. Ymir is too popular for her own good but what will happen when these two opposites, who have never spoken, are paired up for a science project? [Ymir x Historia] [[Ymir x Annie][one sided]Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 16,377 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 46 - Updated: Dec 2, 2014 - Published: Nov 15, 2014 - [Krista L., Ymir] Annie L., Mina C.

Not Cute Enough for This  by arukitty (FF)

If Ymir had known how supremely life-changing letting the next door neighbor stay the night would be, she definitely would not have let Christa anywhere near her door. Now her cool leather jacket smells like some cheap Victoria’s Secret perfume, there are dirty shoe prints on her expensive couch, and Christa’s mom has been violently taken from their apartment across the hall.Rated: M - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 6 - Words: 12,028 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 51 - Follows: 99 - Updated: Oct 5, 2014 - Published:Dec 2, 2013 - [Krista L., Ymir] Erwin Smith, Levi 

Let Me Get This Straight by  knic28 (FF)

Christa throws a party that’s far too loud for her liking. Part two of a collection of Ymir shorts that I’m doing.Rated: K - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 287 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: Oct 4, 2014 - [Krista L., Ymir] Franz - Complete

Below the Surface by Wildeve of the Heath (FF)

In the water, she found a form floating and was, for the first time, shocked. She expected to find a fat man who failed to pay off debts or a dismembered prostitute who was just too disgusting, that was what those kind associated with, right? No, instead she found a teenage girl bobbing along the surface. Modern!AURated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 16 - Words: 52,375 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 49 - Follows: 71 - Updated: Jul 23, 2014 - Published: Apr 29, 2014 - [Krista L., Ymir] - Complete

Krista, What the Fuck by Wildeve of the Heath (FF)

Krista is just simply having a bad day. One-shot.Rated: T - English - Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,113 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 13 - Published: Jul 18, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.] - Complete

Madly Dastardly by  Le Penguin (FF)

Ymir hatches a devious and underhanded scheme to get her hands in the general vicinity of Krista’s undies. (Ymir/Krista, manga spoilers.)Rated: T - English - Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 105 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 2 - Published: May 5, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.] Annie L. - Complete

Queen of Dragons by Renzai (FF)

Krista is next in line to rule over the dragons, but she has to learn about her newfound people. She’s certainly up to the challenge, but can she handle it? Perhaps with a bit of help from Ymir. Told from Krista/Historia’s POV. Warning: Contains futa!Ymir.Rated: M - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,888 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 46 - Updated: Apr 26, 2014 - Published:Apr 22, 2014 - [Krista L., Ymir] 

Coffee Stains and Rain Drops by razzentino (FF)

“So, you love me, huh?” Krista froze. “Let’s flip a coin,” Ymir continued, her voice completely neutral. “Heads, I’m yours.” Krista stiffened, dreading the rest of the deal already. “Tails,” Ymir flashed an unexpected devilish grin, “You’re mine.” Rain. Coffee. AU. Yumikuri.Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,472 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 33 - Published: Apr 15, 2014 - [Krista L., Ymir]

A Breath of Life by Renzai (FF)

Futa!Ymir is dominated by nymph!Historia after being stranded on an island. Slightly dark themes.Rated: M - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,796 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 20 - Published: Mar 24, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.]

twice armed to fight fate by freshia

Historia can’t remember her own name or face, but she gets the gut feeling that the tan girl with the freckles and she were maybe once in love. Modern AU; Oneshot.Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,410 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 8 - Published: Mar 21, 2014 - [Ymir, Krista L.] - Complete

Mellifluous Voice by  Akina Akhai (FF)

A modern AU of Yumikuri; the couple sit down to watch a movie when Christa reminisces. (I’m horrible at summaries and this is a one-shot)Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,292 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 5 - Published: Oct 30, 2013 - [Krista L., Ymir] - Complete

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No movie tonight because the DVD was defective.

We are slowly working our way through the unwatched DVD pile, stuff none of us had time or felt like watching back when we got them. Some I still have no enthusasim about! LOL But I always had a rule of FF through every new disc to the end to see if it was playable.

You know what though? With exactly one exception every single DVD that has “gone bad” while gathering dust, it has only been the Warner Bros. DVDs that failed! Seriously, I hadn’t noticed the company logo on this one and when in pixilated and locked up I groaned “Bet it’s another Warner Bros. release!” And it was! LOL

So now I’m sitting here feeling unsatisfied, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Mom had me order another copy from Amazon, and luckily it wasn’t one of the out of print ones, but damn, that’s more money for a movie that isn’t THAT great…

Now to avoid the impulse to look up the ending……

Killian totally has a thing for that red leather jacket.  Based off the thing we’re all currently dying over.

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Emma laughs the first time he says it, though more so out of glee than out of realization.

It isn’t until a handful of weeks later – when the stories have been told and what’s wrong has been set back to right – that it really dawns, here on their living room floor, while he scrambles to remove his shoes, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.

Killian Jones has totally got a thing for the red leather jacket.

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Okay but there are seriously not enough choir/vocal music AUs for my liking. So here are some I came up with (some/most of them based off of real experiences):

  • “I’m an alto/bass, and you’re a soprano/tenor, and I wanna impress you with my kick-ass voice, but this motherfucker right next to me is louder than I am but I’m totally gonna have a literal sing-off with them during practice today CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW??!!” AU
  • “I have no idea how to sing, and your voice is filled with rainbows and butterflies for days, and I kinda want you to teach me your ways” AU
  • “I don’t appreciate your goddamn improvised runs bc who the hell do you think you even are?” AU
  • “Our choir program is usually shit out of luck every year when we do performances at our school, but I really like you and want you to hear me - ahem, hear us sing tonight” AU
  • “I’m a band student, and you’re basically the most talented singer out of the entire choir, and you convince me to join next year, although I sound like a dying cat, but you’re cute tho” AU
  • “I got rejected by the a capella group at my university, and you got in, and I’m high key upset but ha ha you have 5 p.m. rehearsals, and I totally dodged a bullet with that one” AU
  • “Everyone’s supposed to be wearing the same thing for the competition tonight, but you have on fucking black jeans with a dress top ffs and wtf are those? Why the literal fuck do you have on white socks with those shoes?” AU
  • “We’re both altos, and literally every time we sing a song in class, the sopranos are always lowkey better than us. We should have a sing-off with them” AU
  • “We’re both basses, and we always sing the easiest fucking parts HAHAHAHA look @ all the damn notes that the tenor and alto singers have to sing!” AU
  • “Why the fuck are there so many notes here? And what the fuck does G-sharp sound like again??” AU
  • “I’m the best singer in the class, and you’re, like, the worst singer out of entire section. No offense, but you crack every time we practice a song, but you’re hot, so I’ll give you an exception and help you warm up” AU
  • “Everyone in the school hates us because our turn-outs are usually shit and we sing songs that no one fucking knows. Like, how about some Madonna or Beyonce, for once?” AU
  • “Our choir director expects us to be here for the bus to the competition at 10 a.m., but he’s not even here, and we’re probably gonna be late again like we were the last time, so you wanna go over this one song again?” AU
  • “Since the band folks like to make fun of us all the fucking time, let’s burn them a bit with some dirty, sexual ass jokes about them blowing on their instruments and shit, and then we can slay them with our kick-ass harmonies” AU
  • “Our school’s choir is in the yearbook, but we have, like, those couple of pictures that take up only half of a page, but the band has about three pages worth of stuff. Like, who edited this damn thing so I can sue them?” AU
  • “We both graduated from the same school, and we met through our school’s choir, and now we sing covers of songs on our YouTube channel and sing for the a capella group at our university” AU

Hey-o! So I was going to wait awhile into the hiatus to start posting my next multichap–but I figured with the last CS-lite episode, *shrug* why the hell not? So, a warning: this won’t be a light, funny one like my other 2 fics. And –disclaimer–though it’s based on history, the story is complete fiction. I’ve merged 2 Ingrid Bergman films from the 1940s as the plot base: Gaslight & Notorious, though you don’t need to be familiar with them to get the story. Whole fic is rated ’M’ for sex, thematic elements, and eventual violence. 

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Part I.

 Foreword: In the aftermath of World War II, several ‘ratlines’ were developed by sympathizers in order to help Nazis and fascists escape the post-war repercussions coming their way. A paper trail of faked passports would be set up to smuggle the escapee from Germany to either Spain or Italy, and from there to various countries, primarily those in South America.

Buenos Aires, Argentina

February 1948

 The slotted blades of the overhead fan turned lazily, ineffectual in the summer heat, while below it, two bodies writhed about on the bed’s thin cotton sheets. One of Emma’s legs was hooked over Killian’s arm as he hovered above her, driving into her tight heat relentlessly.

“Jesus, Killian,” she moaned, fingernails digging into his sides to pull him even closer. “Fuck, you feel amazing, you always feel amazing.” Her thighs slipped in the sweat they’d generated, and she hitched them back up above his hips.

Killian took a moment to grin down at the woman spread out beneath him so invitingly. He loved hearing his name—his real name—on her lips; she didn’t get to say it often enough.

“I can’t seem to find any room to complain on my end either, darling,” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Please, I may faint from all the flattery.”

He didn’t respond except for a chuckle, pulling her up suddenly against her chest, bouncing her several times upon his cock before pulling her off abruptly. “End of the bed, my dear,” he smirked, giving a soft slap to her ass. “Hold onto something.”

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SHERLOCK - :Happy Halloween!:
Markers and pens on cardstock, PSCS3. (new window for hi-res) 

Happy Halloween everyone! Here’s my annual Halloween pic, which is usually a fandom-related pic with characters from a series I’m ridiculously obsessed with. This year I wanted to draw Sherlock!! Well, that and I also wanted to participate in threepatchpodcast‘s Sherlockoween.Yay!! Done in my gross-cute beady-eyed chibi style! Here’s Sherlock as a pirate and John as the Tenth Doctor (because I’m SO original and everything, Dr. Watson dressing up as a Doctor hurr hurr). Had to do a lot of manipulating on this one for John, anyway.. I had to redraw an entire shoe, so it looks a little wonky. Bah. 

Not much else to say, really! Hope you guys like, and have a happy Halloween!! :D

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Meant to Be Yours, Chapter 3

Regina and Henry spend some time together in New York before finally heading back to Storybrooke.

For @glindalovesshoes who I promised this to WEEKS ago. And for the anons who requested:

  • Regina spoiling Henry/buying him more clothes than he’s ever had (this actually continues in chapter 4)
  • Henry’s 8th birthday
  • Henry and Regina driving back to Storybrooke

Earlier chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

(Tagging this as OQ FF because…eventually that works its way in and its kinda sorta present in this chapter…kinda sorta…)

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