their short little necks!!!

anonymous asked:

Weird things the chocobros find attractive or weird things that turn them on ?



Noctis gets weak for little flashes of underwear. A bra strap, a peak at some boxers, whatever He has no idea why but it makes him ansty and more than a little horny. 
Also, if they’re good at arcade games. especially if they have an excellent concentration face. All he can think of is that face as they… well… you know.

Prompto has a thing for hands and necks. A nice contrasting choker around someones neck makes his breath a little short and he could spend all day watching someone with a lovely pair of hands. It’s a pity Ignis wears gloves, and also a fucking blessing.

Gladio loves freckles and moles. Little scars or blemishes. He has no idea why but he really loves little unique quirks that makes a person stand out. It’s more than piercings and tats, but signs that you’ve lived your live and had a good time even if it’s paper cuts on your fingers.

Ignis cannot resist accents. Whether it’s bold and really distinctive or subtle until you get tipsy or passionate, the way you say words draws him in. Go ahead, purr something in his ear in another language, something filthy or something perfectly tame and he’ll blush. I promise. Do it.

a beauty unfathomable

pairing: jaehyun x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.205
about: a collection of moments in which jaehyun finds you to be the most beautiful girl in the world.

“beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” — kahlil gibran

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The thing is, Mikael is used to getting good grades.

Yousef? Yousef is happy with B’s. He knows he could get good grades if he really tried, and he does try, when it matters, but mostly he’s just happy to pass. He prefers to focus on other things, like friends and socialising and football and, so long as his grades don’t go below average, he’s content.

Mikael, though, gets A’s. Straight A’s. Work, school, grades…they come naturally to him. It isn’t difficult for Mikael to sit working on an assignment for hours; in fact, it’s actually very easy. The hours slip by, because he’s just that engrossed in everything and everything, everything, is endlessly fascinating for him. The boy absorbs information like a sponge, and it never ceases to amaze Yousef. Without trying too hard, Mikael pulls A’s, A+s, out of the bag every damn time.

Except one time when he doesn’t.

And there isn’t really a reason for it. He’d worked just as hard on this assignment as all the others, but for some reason, he got a D. So he tries harder for the next assignment, and he’s met with a C. And he’s just…a little thrown off, all of a sudden. His confidence is shaken from it all.

“It’s not a big deal,” Yousef tells him. “Don’t worry about it. Your average is still, like, the highest in the entire school.”

But Mikael is worrying about it. Because his grades are important to him, and he needs to pass the next assignment or his average will slip even more and he just. Doesn’t really like the idea.

Mikael’s still at his desk when Yousef gets home from his run. He’s frowning, muttering stuff under his breath, and Yousef just. Can’t quite believe that Mikael is still working; that he’s been working on this assignment for three hours straight without a break.

Yousef moves behind Mikael and squeezes his shoulders softly. Tries massaging them, but Mikael tenses and kind of shrugs him off.

“I thought you’d finished that essay?” Yousef asks, grabbing a towel from one of the hooks and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“I’m rewriting it,” Mikael mumbles shortly.

Yousef all but forces himself not to roll his eyes. This boy. “Have you eaten anything?” Yousef asks.

“No,” Mikael says, typing away and then deleting the sentence he’d just written.

“I’m going to shower, then we should go out for food or something, yeah?” Yousef asks.

“If I’m finished,” Mikael says.

After the shower, Yousef comes back to find Mikael typing kind of frantically, getting increasingly frustrated, then he swears loudly and slams his laptop shut.

“I can’t do it,” he says finally.

And Yousef can tell how upset Mikael is; how confused and irritated and tired and frustrated and flustered he is. It isn’t often he gets like this, and seeing him like that is kind of…it just breaks Yousef’s heart a little.

“Come here,” Yousef says, opening his arms, and Mikael shakes his head a little; goes to open his laptop up again, but Yousef places his hand over Mikael’s and just. “Come here,” he says again, and he pulls him into a hug. “It’s okay.”

No, it’s not,” Mikael says against Yousef’s chest, angry with himself, almost crying with the frustration of it all.

“It’s okay,” Yousef repeats, voice strong and calming, fingers trailing comforting lines against Mikael’s back. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He can feel some of the tension leave Mikael; feels him relax against him. But then, Yousef says, “You can take a break and come back to it later.”

And Mikael snaps back to reality. “No, I can’t!” he says suddenly, pulling away, looking up at Yousef a little desperately. “I need to get this finished and it’s made me behind on all my other assignments and—“

“Come on,” Yousef says, looking at him, moving so that he’s holding Mikael’s cheeks between his hands, cupping his face. Mikael just looks up at him, eyes a little glossy. “You’ve been working for three hours straight, baby. You’re driving yourself crazy.”

“I can’t fail,” Mikael says weakly.

“You’re not going to fail,” Yousef says. Mikael looks at him again, brown eyes wide and a little glint of keep talking, this is helping, running through them. “You’re so clever. There’s no way you’ll fail. The work will get done, I promise. But you just need to chill for a second, okay? You’re working yourself up.”

Mikael turns, looking towards the work piled up on his desk, and Yousef tilts Mikael’s face towards him again, making their eyes meet as he shakes him a little. “Relax, okay?”

He pushes some of Mikael’s hair out of Mikael’s eyes and away from his lips – this boy’s hair gets everywhere – and strokes a thumb over Mikael’s cheek before kissing him. Soft and warm and gentle. And Mikael sighs into it, eyes fluttering shut, tilting his head a little and just. Breathing Yousef in.

When they break apart, Yousef pulls Mikael into another hug. Tight and sure, nuzzling against the crook of Mikael’s neck. He swings the two of them together soothingly, swaying side to side. Calming. Strong. Sure. Pressing little kisses against Mikael’s neck, quick and brief and short, again and again and again, as Mikael’s hands snake under Yousef’s arms, up his back, resting on his shoulders.

After a minute or so, Mikael pulls away, hair static and messy and kind of all over his face and Yousef just smiles a little, pushes it away and says, “You need a haircut.”

Mikael laughs, and maybe it’s tired, but it’s there. “Are you my stylist now, as well as my therapist?” he asks.

Yousef laughs back, and then he’s kissing Mikael’s forehead and says, lips still pressed against Mikael’s skin, “Come on. Let’s go get some food.”

And, well, Mikael agrees.

(He finishes the assignment later that night. He gets an A+).

Moon of My Life

Member: Jun
Word Count: 2535

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Junhui shouted beside you, almost knocking the half empty bowl of popcorn off of his lap. “THEY CAN’T JUST END IT THERE, CAN THEY? I GOTTA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT” he looked back and forth between you and the dark screen rolling credits in front of him.

“That’s Game of Thrones for you, babe.” you smiled, reaching over to hang onto his shoulder. You had spent the whole week binge watching the show from the moment you woke up until the wee hours of the morning with him. You had a lot of seasons to get through, and now you were officially caught up. You had already seen all of it, but Jun hadn’t. However he was hooked right from the beginning, and you enjoyed watching someone else go through all the excitement and pain of the show for the first time.

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For prompts: So I'm interested to hear about the courtship of female Sam Vimes and Lady Ramkin because obviously that's something everyone needs in their lives. (or just the life of a female Sam in general)

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Those nights when she makes it home at something approaching a decent hour, Sam will lie in bed with Sybil’s head on her stomach. Sybil keeps her hair very short and fine beneath her wigs, and Sam likes the feel of it, tracing every dip and line of Sybil’s skull, from the soft rolls of her neck to the slope of her temples, the sharp curve of her widow’s peak. Her fingertips could map out Ankh-Morpork on Sybil’s skin, though sometimes she got distracted and forgot where Scooner’s Lane ended and the faint divot beneath Sybil’s ear began.

Sometimes Sybil will talk, or read aloud, and Sam thinks—there’s the Chase, there is always the Chase, but this might the only thing she’s ever known where there’s joy in the having.

What are you thinking about? Sybil asks sometimes, and Sam says, Nothing, nothing. Tell me more, I was listening. I like listening to you.


There was an Understanding.

The Understanding was: Her Grace, Lady Sybil Deidre Olgivanna Ramkin, had, on the twelfth of May, married Captain Samantha Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork Watch. It was a very lovely ceremony. There had been cake.

Questions on the matter, such as “is there legal precedent for this”, “where exactly are the records for—” and “how does a noble title pass to a duchess’ wife” could be respectfully addressed to the Patrician.

It was amazing how quickly people Understood, when Vetinari was suggested as the alternate means of education.

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Fresh Start - Tough Call

A/N: Fresh Start part 12. This is a Mechanic!Dean x Single mom!Reader AU. I know it’s a day late, sorry! I hope you guy’s enjoy this part. Thanks again to my fantastic beta @thorne93

Memories are in italics.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Beth.

Warnings: None I think. Maybe language.

Wordcount: 2009


*not my GIF*

Originally posted by acklesjensen

“Can we go home now?” Cas asked as you excused yourself from your friend. The two of you were at a bon voyage party for one of your friends who had gotten an amazing opportunity to study abroad, only downside was that she had to leave before the school year was over. Cas was never one for big parties, he liked it best when there was just a few people who he knew, so you were kind of impressed that he had lasted this long.

“Of course. Let’s just find Jill and we can say goodbye.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then dragged him through the room. Once you had said your goodbye’s and good luck’s you and Cas stepped out into the crisp spring air.

“You want to walk back? It’s a beautiful night.” Cas asked as he looked up to the sky where the stars were blinking.

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Holiday Misfortunes - Part One

Pairing: Conor Maynard X Reader

Request: No

Fandom: Buttercream squad

Prompt: (Y/N) doesn’t get along with Conor, but she decides to go on a “lads” holiday with the guys.


“I need to book your ticket, (Y/N), are you coming or not?” Josh asked, you had all gathered in the Maynard/Pieters flat to discuss holiday plans.

“Does, he have to come?” You said with pleading eyes looking towards Conor’s room.

“Yes, he does have to come. Why do you hate him so much anyway?” Joe asked, you sighed at his question.

“I don’t hate him, he just pisses me off. He’s annoying and always has to be the centre of attention.” You said, knowing he could hear you.

“You’re probably just being a girl.” Jack said, he’d tried in the past to get you to like Conor but something about him just didn’t sit right with you. The two of you clashed too much.

“Come on, maybe once you get to Barcelona you’ll see he’s not a bad guy.” Mikey pleaded with you.

“I’m not sure the county we’re in will change him, but sure. I’ll come.” You finally agreed, they all cheered causing Conor to come out of his room.

“What are we celebrating? Did Oli get a date?” He laughed, you bit your tongue at his remark refusing to laugh.

“Nah, (Y/N) is coming to Barcelona!” Oli smiled, Conor’s eyebrows raised.

“You are?” He asked you.

“Yup, see you there.” You smiled sweetly, but rolling your eyes.

“This is going to be a long ten days.” Caspar said.

“Well, now it’s all booked lets all have a drink?” Jack suggested. You all agreed and pulled whatever alcohol he had out of the fridge.


Last night was a clear mistake. You’d awoken back at the apartment you share with Joe and Caspar.

You couldn’t recall getting home, getting into bed or even changing out of your jeans. But somehow you managed, or no doubt Caspar put you to bed.

“Good morning sunshine, how are we today?” Joe smirked at you, coming into your room with two tablets and a glass of water.

“I’m fine, I’m just never drinking again.” You said, thankfully taking the tablets.

“Well, you better get used to hangovers if you’re going on holiday with us.” He laughed.

“Speaking of that, fuck I need to pack!” You said, realising you were leaving tomorrow.

“Oh fuck, Caspar are you packed?” Joe shouted through to Caspar’s room.

“Nope!” Caspar called back, making you both laugh.

“This is going to be a hectic day.” You sighed, getting up to make breakfast.

After quickly making yourself, Caspar and Joe some bacon sandwiches, you brewed yourself a coffee and took your breakfast to your room.

“Don’t interrupt me today, I will not be happy to see you.” You warned the guys, they just nodded and continued watching the TV.

Playing some music you finally started packing, you’d woken up around 11am so it was now 1pm. Grabbing your suitcase from you wardrobe you opened it up and started raiding your wardrobe and draws.

You threw in two bikinis and a one piece swimsuit, four dresses, three jumpsuits, a few baggy shirts, shorts, light coloured halter neck tops, a few little tank tops and some dresses for clubbing as well as underwear and other essentials.

Adding in some sandals, converse, a few heels, some vans, suncream, your hair straighteners and curlers, and everything else that came to mind.

Eventually you’d finished packing around 4pm, so you gathered up everything else you’d pack in your bag tomorrow morning and arranged them on your bedside table.

“(Y/N)! We got pizza!” Joe called, you suddenly felt your hunger hit you and followed the delicious smell of pizza to the two boys on the couch.

“Thank god, I don’t think I could be bothered to cook!” You smiled, thankfully taking a pizza box and digging in.

“Play nice tomorrow, yeah? Conor really doesn’t want to ruin the holiday with arguing and I’m sure you don’t either so let’s just play nice?” Joe asked, you signed but nodded in agreement.

“I promise.” You smiled, taking another bite of the pizza.

You finished your pizza and settled into bed on your laptop, but unfortunately you found yourself on the internet a little bit too long. It was 3am when you finally got to sleep.

Your alarm pieced your ears as it whined at you to get up at 6am, you cursed yourself for staying up but judging by the looks on Joe and Caspar’s faces they did exactly the same. You threw on some jeans and a baggy shirt, brushing through your hair and applying your makeup before grabbing your suitcase to meet the guys.

“Car just arrived, look how punctual we are.” Caspar laughed as you walked outside, locking up the door.

“Barcelona, here we come!” You smiled, happy you’d decided to come, despite Conor.

Once you arrived at the airport you met up with everyone else and made your way through all of security before you were sat waiting for your flight to be called.

“I need to buy new earphones!” You suddenly remembered, you had about an hour before the flight was due.

“Yeah, actually I need to buy some too.” Conor said shyly. You couldn’t help but want to tell him to piss off, but you promised Joe.

“Okay, anyone else need anything?” You said with begging eyes.

“You’ve just reminded me actually I’ve forgotten mine too! Bloody hell how unprepared are we.” Oli laughed, you gave him a thankful look before you all walked to one of the shops in the airport.

Once you’d gotten your earphones, and Conor’s brownie that he couldn’t resist, you all made your way back to the guys.

“I’m so exited!” You beamed to Oli.

“Girl, you ain’t ever partied like you’ll party over the next ten days!” Conor laughed doing a silly accent. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he had brownie crumbs all over his face.

“Bloody hell, did you just laugh at something Conor said?” Oli spoke, shocked.

“No, I’m laughing at how ridiculous he looks.” You said sternly before checking your phone.

“Let’s go, quickly before the guys leave without us.” You said, beginning to walk quicker.

“Well thank goodness you made it, our flights been called.” Josh smiled, you picked up your suitcases and walked to the plane.

Settling down between Josh and Caspar you pulled out your earphones before plugging them into your phone.

You found yourself drifting into a light sleep, but before you knew it you were passed out, your head falling to rest on Josh’s chest.

Once you’d landed everything was a blur, you got off the plane, gathered your suitcases and got into taxis before you arrived at your hotel.

“Right, now everyone is here this is how the rooms have been organised. It’s me and Caspar, Jack and Mikey, Oli and Josh and..” Joe started, you glared at him.

“(Y/N) and Conor.” He finished. You could have slapped him, in fact you felt your hand jerk but you fought it.

“Okay, well I said I wouldn’t argue. Let’s not argue. It’s fine.” You smiled, all eyes were on you as shocked expressions filled everyone’s faces.

“But don’t fucking expect me to actually stay in that room. I’ll come stay in your room Joe.” You finished coldly.

“There’s the (Y/N) we know and love.” Jack spoke trying to lighten the mood but in all honesty you couldn’t believe Joe had put you in a room with Conor, you wanted nothing more than to strangle him.

Feel free to leave feedback guys!! Part one was so much fun to write and I can’t wait to continue this imagine!! Have a wonderful day/night!!

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Can you Pwease make a part three to the grim reaper Namjoon story 💕 I'm super into this story and I'm loving every min of it tysm even if you don't do it 💕💕

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8  // Part 9// Part 10  // Part 11  // Part 12  // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Finale


Check out the side series of all the other reapers!!

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Words: 1879

Namjoon had returned to your place at 3 in the morning, while you worked on an essay that was due later in the day. You hadn’t even noticed him returning until you glanced over at the sofa across from you and realized he was sitting there.

You threw a pillow at him.

“Do you want me to have a heart attack?” You accused, holding up another one. Namjoon grinned, shaking his head.

“No, because then Yoongi would have to come get your soul.”

“Yoo- who? Who’s that?” You wondered, pushing your laptop aside and getting up. Namjoon sat up straight on the other sofa, and you inspected his face.

“He’s the reaper of diseases. Well, the first reaper for that.”

“Mm, oh. Well, don’t sneak up on me anymore.” You sat on the floor in front of him, checking to see his face. He’d gained some color back, so you knew he was doing better. 

“Did you lock your door?” Namjoon asked, but you weren’t listening.

“Can I touch you yet?”

“No, no way.” He replied smoothly, standing up. Namjoon took his time pulling his gloves off, along with his sweater next. You stood, too. “Not for awhile, you can’t.”

“How many souls did you collect?” You changed the subject quickly, trying to destroy the feeling of despair building up. Not for awhile, you can’t?

“A little over 200,000. Let’s not talk about that right now.”

You said nothing, looking at him with as serious an expression you could make. Namjoon wasn’t smiling either, which made him look mysterious, dangerous. You picked up a towel still hanging around on the couch and stuck it over his lips, before pressing your own to it. His body seemed to limp slightly, but he took fistfuls of your shirt and pulled you closer. Namjoon dragged himself away first, letting the towel drop between you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” You stepped back, shivering slightly at the feel of closeness. That, and his cold radiating towards you.

“Never mind that. I only came here to tell you that guy who attacked you in the shop had a heart attack.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Why’d you have to make him have a heart attack? He was already going to j-”

“I didn’t.” He said firmly. Namjoon gave you a look that read he was serious, and you couldn’t help but believe him.

“Who did, then? You were the only reaper there.”

“(Y/N), I’m only a reaper of physical deaths, not anything else. He had a heart attack when speaking to the police. I wasn’t there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You wondered, feeling a little too freaked out

“Just, lock all your doors and windows.”

“Namjoon, why are you telling me this?” You pressed on, narrowing your eyebrows in suspicion. For some reason he seemed to be reacting differently, which made a certain fear build up in you.

“Another reaper knows I keep saving you.”

Your face fell, and Namjoon collapsed back on the couch.

“Just locking my doors and windows won’t work.” You whispered, and he nodded.

“That won’t save you,” he agreed. “but if you just try to avoid actually dying, then I’ll be able to save you from them.”

“You can’t save me from everything if you don’t want to disappear!” You snapped, and he sighed deeply.

“I have to go, which is why I came her to tell you that. Be careful, and just go to sleep. Reaper’s can’t kill you in your dreams. They can scare you into waking up, but don’t let it happen.”


He cut you off. “Listen to me. Don’t let it happen. You know how, you’ve done it with me plenty of times.”

And he was gone. Namjoon disappeared in front of you, and you shivered in the momentary gust of wind that blew past you.

You didn’t want to sleep, now. You felt a little too freaked out, so you decided to calm yourself by showering. Grabbing a towel, you cranked the shower on high heat before stepping into it. As water ran down your body, you felt your tense muscles slowly coming undone. The heat always felt nice, but you didn’t mind the cold either. It also wasn’t because because Namjoon’s skin was ice cold…

You decided to wash your hair while in the shower, because you’d spent too much time just enjoying the heat wash your chilled bones. While you washed your hair, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Namjoon?” You wondered, wringing out your hair so the suds would be whisked away. Did he come back to yell at you, for not sleeping? There was no answer, so you were sure it was merely because he couldn’t hear you.

Another knock, and you turned the water onto low so he could hear you this time.

“Namjoon, what are you doing? I thought you were busy.” 

No answer.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned the water off completely, smacking open the glass barrier between you and the cold, before wrapping the towel around your now cold body.

As you stepped from the shower, Namjoon knocked on the door again. This time, it was much more irritated, and it sounded harsher than before.

“Stop knocking, I can hear y-”

The door crashed open, and you backed up against the wall. It wasn’t Namjoon standing there, but another, shorter man in all black. His hair was a dark brown strewn lazily down to his ears.

“What the hell? Get out!” You were trapped, and his full lips upturned into a grin. The man flicked his tongue across his lips, before coming closer to you. You picked up the nearest thing to you, which just so happened to be a hair brush.

“You’re going to fight a reaper with that?” He wondered, sounding awfully disappointed. The reaper cracked his knuckles, and his neck.

“A reaper? Aren’t you a little short to be a soul harvester?” You echoed in a dead voice, and you did your best to dodge the hand stretching out to touch your face.

“Ah, don’t run!” He called out as you whipped towards the door, which you just barely slipped out of before it was ripped off the hinges. Apparently he was good at ignoring rude comments. Or, maybe he used them to fuel his little fire.

“Please don’t run! You won’t make it far.” He called out, but you were running towards your front door. You did your best not to trip on your clumsy wet feet as you ran, but it was difficult. For a split second you turned around, before running into something stiff.

“Didn’t I say go to sleep?” Namjoon hissed, shoving you behind him, entirely aware he was close to touching your skin.

“Joonie’s here, too?” The other reaper squeaked in delight, clapping his hands together. He neared Namjoon, who sighed.

“Really, Jimin? You’re trying to make her commit suicide? Not cool.”

“Just look at her, I’d be doing that one a favor.” He rolled his eyes, patting Namjoon on the shoulder.

Namjoon snapped his neck.

Oh my god!” You screamed, only to be muffled by Namjoon shoving his jacket against your face.

“Yew jusht kwilled hmim!” You muffled into his jacket, trying your best to shove him away.

“Not dead, just sleeping. Deeply. Are you okay?” He slowly pulled away his jacket, before draping it around your shoulders. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Mm, I’m fine. Who is he?”

“The first reaper of suicidal deaths. He’s probably one of the scariest reapers, mainly because instead of just killing you he makes you do it yourself. I can’t leave you alone anymore.”

You didn’t want him to leave you alone, either, but he had to collect souls or he’d disappear. “Namjoon-”

“Being here let’s all the other reaper’s know we’re together. Why is this so difficult?”

“Can you stay here until I fall asleep? You can leave right after, I promise.”

His face softened, and he nodded quickly. Namjoon stepped aside so you could walk towards your bedroom, but then realized that Jimin’s body lay twitching on the floor.

“Just walk over him, the twitching just mean his skin shouldn’t be touched by humans. I’ll get rid of him while you…dress…”

You stepped over him cautiously, looking back at Namjoon quickly before closing yourself in your room. For a moment, you placed your ear gingerly against the door to see if you could hear anything, but it was silent.

Pulling away, you pulled your towel off to dry the rest of your body before opening a drawer to pull out some pajamas. There was none, great. Your eyes scoured your room before noticing the shorts and tank top in your laundry basket. Those will do for now, you guessed.

You walked to the other side of your room, before leaning down to grab the pieces of fabric from the basket.

Your door swung open.

“Hey your bathroom door’s literally brok- oh my God I just saw your butt.” 

Your whirled around in shock, before picking up your towel to cover your body with it.

“I saw your boobs, too.” He breathed, his whole body stiff. Namjoon didn’t avert his eyes before, so you had no time to be embarrassed.

“Get out before you die!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, sending him flying out the door before even finishing your sentence.

“Why do humans change so slow? Oh my God, oh my God. I’ll just…fix your door, yeah!”

You dressed quickly this time, throwing a sweater over your body and walking out of your room. You were utterly humiliated Namjoon had seen you naked, and you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

He didn’t glance up at you when emerged from your room, which just further proved he could also not believe he’d seen you nude. Had he even seen someone naked before, you didn’t know.

“Your bathroom door’s fixed…” He mumbled, looking down at your feet. Your eyes fell back onto the spot where the reaper Jimin had been before, but he had disappeared. You decided not to question it.

“Okay, do you want me to just hang out until you go to sleep? I’ll just watch TV, then. Do you have coffee? I-” He turned, but you took a fistful of his thick shirt which caused him to pause.

“I mean come to bed.” You mumbled, and he turned around.

“I hate feeling like this. Stop acting shy because it makes my stomach want to explode.” He wore a bitter smile that stretched his face and made him look like a creepy clown.

“Isn’t that called butterflies?” You smirked, letting Namjoon pick your sweater sleeve up and drop your hand away from his shirt.

“Butterflies? In my stomach? Are you crazy or just stupid?”

“It’s a metaphor, and I’m neither, thank you very much.” You snapped, hitting him in the shoulder. He grinned, turning you around towards your bedroom door and holding onto your shoulders.

“Is your bed even big enough for two?” He wondered, and you nodded.

“It just means we’ll have to lay very close together.”

“I’ll get my gloves.” He muttered, leaving you to wait for him in your room.

Title: Lonely Hearts Club

“Okay, that’s completely different!” Holster argues, sounding offended, “Justin Oluransi is a kind and gentle soul who has never done anything to anyone and who snores like a puppy when he sleeps. Jack is…”

Holster trails off. Bitty bumps his shoulder.

“Jealous of Jack?” He asks playfully, and Holster laughs loudly.

“Obviously.” he replies, “You’re a catch and Jack doesn’t deserve you. C’mere–”

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Bitty is hiding.

It’s stupid and childish and so, so immature, and if he was smart he would just go back in there and tell his date that he’s tired or sad or drunk or something, but. But.

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Tsukkiyama Drabble: This Boy I Like

“Do you…” Tsukishima pauses, shifting next to Yamaguchi on his bed, “like anyone?” Yamaguchi fiddles with Tsukishima’s uniform, the second button, with one hand, tugging at it and winding up the back thread. It’s a little quiet for a while before Tsukishima is ready to accept that maybe Yamaguchi doesn’t want to talk but then the boy answers.

“I do,” he says quietly. Tsukishima aches in his chest, just below the second button Yamaguchi is toying with. It sounds an awful lot like a marriage proposal answer, Tsukishima thinks, with how the boy whispers with a smile on his lips and it comes out slightly breathless.

All they hear in the silence is the buzzing of his desk fan and the rustle of the trees outside. “What are they like?” Tsukishima asks as he signs away his soul to this devil with a halo. Yamaguchi is unperturbed and hums thoughtfully.

“Well,” he draws out the ‘L’. “They’re a boy,” he whispers conspiratorially and part of Tsukishima’s black hole of a heart, wilts. I’m a boy, he thinks with indignation.


“He’s tall.” Yamaguchi murmurs and his fingernail picks at the seam of the jacket. I’m tall, Tsukishima’s mind blurts out. Tsukishima grimaces.

“He’s snarky and mean,” he snickers. Tsukishima’s frown deepens because when has Yamaguchi associated with someone like that?

“He sounds kinda uncouth,” Tsukishima mutters. Yamaguchi seems delighted with the response and giggles.

“I dunno, it’s part of his charm.” Yamaguchi looks up at him with a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face.

Tsukishima closes his eyes and grunts. He doesn’t really want to hear any of this anymore but Yamaguchi keeps talking. “He’s also blond, plays volleyball, middle blocker,” the boy lists and Yamaguchi’s hand slithers up his chest, abandoning the button for rest on the nape of the his neck, stroking the short blond hair. “He’s also a little dense.”

Golden eyes open and peer Yamaguchi suspiciously. “Really,” Tsukishima asks flatly. His heart however, betrays him and is fast as a rabbit’s. The hand on his neck is warm.

“Mm yeah. He could really work on his communication skills.”

Tsukishima flushes. “I do not,” he says hotly and then mentally berates himself because there goes subtext and now it’s all or nothing.

“You do.” Yamaguchi smiles slyly and arches up towards the other. “Now you gonna kiss me or what.”

Dark Fate Azusa Dark 09 Translation

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-Scene: Tsukinami Living Room-

Yui: Hey, Azusa-kun. Have you decided yet?

Azusa: … … … …

Yui: Azusa-kun.

Azusa: … …It won’t be cut off.

Yui: (Even if he might die, there’s must be a reason why he doesn’t want to cut off the arm)

(Maybe the reason is because of Justin and the others)

I can understand why you don’t want to cut off your arm, Azusa-kun.

But even so, you want to live, don’t you… ..?

I’ll say it over and over: I want Azusa-kun to live. So that’s why… …

Azusa: Sorry… … No matter what, I can’t. I can’t lose an arm.

Yui: … … … …

(Despite what I say, he won’t listen… …)

(My words and feelings… … won’t reach Azusa-kun)

(Even though I thought he’d be willing to listen to my heart a little, I guess I was wrong)

… … … …

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Out of the Park

Part Twelve
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 1610
Warnings: Drinking/drunkenness. 


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PDA || Preference

Ponyboy: He wasn’t big on PDA, since he’s only 14; but he will hold your hand or have an arm around your waist (To show that you were his of coarse.) And sometimes he will give you a short little kiss on the cheek. And when the guys make fun of you two being the youngest; as soon as he’s had enough he will kiss you right then and there just to prove he isn’t a little kid.

Johnny: He normally wouldn’t show much affection towards you in public; mainly hand holding and cute, short, little kisses on your face. He would kiss your neck, lips, nose, cheek, and forehead. You guys end up blushing bright red as soon as someone from the gang teases you guys (Not to mention happens a lot.)

Sodapop: I mean come on, face it Soda’s an absolute sweetheart, he always made sure you were having a good time. He would constantly be holding you whether it was hand-holding or just him with his arm around your shoulders. But you almost always end up kissing him first. Girls are always checking him out, so you’ll pull him in for a long passionate kiss.

Steve: He never cared who was around, who was watching, or where you were. He always showed affection towards you. Sometimes he’ll slap your ass when you walk ahead of him, but mostly he’ll try and turn you on. he is constantly kissing you, though.

Two-Bit: Nothing to much, he’ll normally keep an arm around you and you two’ll share short passionate kisses. He loves making you laugh, so he’ll kiss your hand because you think it’s absolutely adorable. But when he is drunk he will kiss you more roughly and/ or become somewhat handsy.

Dallas: He’s not much of a hugger or hand-holding kinda guy. But whenever he catches someone checking you out, or he just wants people to know you are his, he will instantaneously pull you in to his body and kiss you. The kisses were sometimes passionate, but were mostly rough.

Darry: He was always watching what you two were doing in-front of his brothers. But sometimes it was a completely different story. He would sometimes have you pinned you against a wall and would be kissing you passionately or sometimes it would be sweet, and he would hug you from behind and kiss your neck softly. (It would always make you jump a little which would result in him softly chuckling.)

Tim: He wasn’t afraid to kiss you in public, in fact he did this quite often. He would frequently kiss you on the cheek. When walking he always had his arm around you or was holding your hand. And if you were feeling down he could tell. He would pull you aside grab your hands, pull you close to him and ask what’s wrong. He was quite a caring and sweet boyfriend, and lost the tough guy act around you.

Curly: He was very spontaneous boyfriend, whether or not you guys were in public. When you were talking, as soon as you finished your sentence he would pull your face in his hands and kiss you. When walking he would grab your hand randomly, you’d look up at him and he’d wink down at you. And he’d constantly talk about you to Ponyboy and all of his friends, and it annoyed them, but they loved that Curly was happy.

Bob: Even though a lot of people would see him as rude, manipulative, and mean. You seen the real Bob, he could be real sweet at times. He would have his arm around you all the time. when driving you home he would ask about your day and you guys would just talk. 

Randy: The thing he loved to do the most was go on walks, while holding you tight, and talking just about life. He would kiss your cheek ever so slightly making you blush. You guys sometimes went to the Nightly Double Drive in, but not very often. But when you did he was extra sweet. He would pay for your ticket no matter how much you insisted you could pay for your ticket.

Kitty Jealously (Part Two)

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Hello Tomcats and Ladybugs! Thank you all for being so patient with this fanfiction. I went back to school a few weeks ago and I’ve been swamp with work which is why you’re only getting this part now. The response we received for this fanfiction was amazing, so thank you to EVERYONE who reblogged, liked and commented. :) This is a collaboration I did with @inspiringnfamous (who is FREAKING BRILLIANT.) I hope you guys enjoy this one and hopefully part three will come out sooner than this one! vanilla107 xoxo


“I CAN’T BELIEVE I SAID THAT TO HER!” Adrien yelled. He fan a frustrated hand through his hair. When you tell a girl you’re jealous of her cat because she smelled like him and you don’t like other ‘males’ around her…all you can do when you are alone again in your room is to freak out… Because how are you even going to look her in the eye again?!

Adrien was pacing. He started just after he entered his window and detransformed. Plagg was watching him with an amused expression while chewing on a piece of Camembert. The boy scratched his head with both hands and then pulled handfuls of hair, distressed. The poor blonde wanted to die.

“Well, to be fair, you were the one that told her that.” The black kwami commented, lifting his little shoulders.


“And you were the one that actually said it!” Plagg said losing his patience at the same time. He finished his cheese and look at Adrien with daggers in his cat-like eyes “Listen kid, I told you once that when you’re Chat Noir you feel the cat necessities. She asked what was happening and I answered, you told her what I said. You needed help and I helped you. Now stop being a moron and give me some credit for saving your butt.”

Adrien sighed as he gave Plagg another piece of cheese. He knew that he would never stop complaining about his stupidity that night unless he had his cheese. Adrien couldn’t believe that he actually got JEALOUS of a freaking CAT.

It was all Plagg’s fault.

He could still hear the kwami’s whine in his head as he remembered going into Marinette’s room that day. Chat had ignored Plagg’s whining until it was obvious for him too. Marinette’s room reeked of the other cats scent. The simple memory of the smell in her room made him frown. Well, at least Marinette would still have his mark. And just like that a smirk fluttered on his lips. He wasn’t going to deny that he enjoyed seeing the shock and surprise on her face when he gave her that hickey by pure instinct.

Adrien walked over to his bed and laid down, staring at his ceiling. A blush crept up his neck as he repeated the scene of her quick pulse under his hand and the warmth of her skin. She tasted just as good as she smelled. He groaned, covering his face with both hands. There was no mistake that he was attracted to Marinette, but that ‘Noir’ got in the way. He frowned again, thinking about the cat. It’s eyes glowing just like his and what looked like a smug expression when it was sitting on Marinette’s lap receiving all her attention. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. His smirk grew wider as he ran to his computer and rapidly started to type, causing Plagg to stop his actions and watch at the screen.

“Adrien, what are you doing?” Plagg asked leaning over his cheese to have a better look. Adrien smiled as he found the purr-fect place for Noir. He had a plan to get rid of that annoying cat and then no other cat (or human) could be Marinette’s.

The next day was a difficult day for Marinette. Her hickey waved her good morning from her mirror and she was sure it looked darker now. She sighed because she knew that her usual clothes will not work to hide it and if her parents saw it… Marinette cursed Chat. Luckily she had finished a new blazer two days ago and it seemed like the right time to use it. The piece of cloth was black stitched with thick pink thread in determined places and under it she just wore a sample white shirt since she was running late already. Marinette took a last look in her mirror and whined, she was so paranoid that she took off her pigtails and let her short hair cover her neck a little more.

“Don’t worry, Marinette. It doesn’t show.” Tikki tried to comfort her as she zoomed to Marinette’s purse “But maybe next time you can tell Chat to leave it a little more hidden.” the red kwami giggled as her charger blushed furiously mumbling something incomprehensible under her breathe.

Marinette went down stairs with Noir in her arms. She needed to tell her parents about Noir. The first one to notice was Tom, who looked confused at his daughter, then Sabine covered her mouth with her hands. Half a second later a little stifled squeal was heard as the older woman ran to the teenager and lifted the cat in her arms. Her mother liked it. Marinette thought, letting go of the air she was containing in anticipation.

She explained to her parents that the cat was lost and she found it in front of their door so she brought it up. To her delight Tom and Sabine agreed to keep it, just if Marinette was the one who take care of it, Marinette hugged both of them, letting them know the cat’s name and taking a croissant from the kitchen and her bag from the chair. Noir seemed completely comfortable in Sabine’s arms, rubbing it’s head to her chest so the girl knew it was okay. She smiled and run down the stairs to get to school.

Adrien’s eyes were fixed on the door. Marinette is almost always late to class but he have never been so desperate to see the girl run through the door ten minutes after the class started. Adrien has been fidgeting since he had sit down. Nino asked him a few times what was wrong and if he was okay but the model just smiled reassuringly saying it was nothing.

He just wanted to see the girl that barely say two words to him as Adrien and he had kissed just the night before as Chat. Nothing at all.

This time though when Marinette opened the door and excused herself through a croissant between her beautiful lips Adrien nearly fell from his chair. The sight of the girl in different clothes and her hair down had make his heart race and his brain shut the fuck down. Maybe if he hadn’t been so entrained by the girl that walked past him to get to her chair he’d been able to notice Nathäniel’s sigh from the back of the classroom and Nino’s whistle just next to him. The blonde has swirled completely in his chair to look at her a little longer, but when she noticed him staring and Nino nudged him on his side Adrien went all red and swirled around again, ducking his face in his text book under Alya’s giggles. Oh God, please help him.

The day went on difficult for Adrien as well. Trying not to stare (too much) and ignoring the fact of his hickey calling his name to search for it. Lunch was in the middle of ‘Oh so great’ and ‘Help me’ when Nino suggested the girls to lunch with them. Right now, Adrien’s sandwich is way interesting that it is supposed to be.

“So what do you think, Adrien?”

“Huh?” His eyes locked with Alya’s as she smiled at him… And he didn’t like the way Alya was smiling at him.

“I said, what do you think? Don’t you like Marinette’s look today?” I think she always looks beautiful. He wanted to say. The girl in question was nearly resting her back on the chair from embarrassment.

“Uh yeah, I like her. I- I mean! Her clothes! Y-yeah, I like her clothes!” Marinette was screaming internally, Adrien was wondering if he could disappear from embarrassment, Alya looked so smug it was insane and Nino looked at Adrien like if he was the awkwardest guy on Earth.

Why is this so difficult?

After school Adrien gathered every bit of bravery he possessed without the mask and asked Marinette if he could walk her home. The girl agreed with a squeaked “Y-yes!” and they make friendly conversation as they walked. Marinette told him about the cat and Adrien tried to look surprised commenting that she looked like a cat person to him. He was just enjoying his own words about it as Marinette smiled.

“Y'know, I know this great shelter. Maybe the cat needs to be checked for any diseases? Then it’ll go to a good family.” He smiled innocently but stopped as he sees Marinette looking guilty, her eyes dropping a little. Surely she just picked up the cat without checking around her area to see if anyone loss it.

They say their goodbye’s as she open the bakery’s door and Adrien is just about to leave, when Tom comes from nowhere and stops him by his shoulder. What is her father doing?! Adrien looked at him with a sheepish wave and then down to Sabine who is smiling warmly at him from Tom’s side. Sabine offered Adrien stay for cookies and something to drink and Marinette is nearly dying when she sees Adrien’s smile grew as he accepts and winks at her.

When everything was placed, Adrien came inside. He look at Noir as the cat sauntered his way down stairs with a lifted eyebrow. Noir walked to greet Adrien when he stopped and hissed at him. Marinette was shocked by Noir’s behavior, the only person that the cat has ever hissed at was Chat Noir… and well, her when Chat kissed her. Marinette shook her head vigorously. No, don’t think about such a thing. Adrien as Chat Noir? That’s the biggest joke ever! Don’t compare someone sane like Adrien to flirty Chat Noir!

Once Adrien was done eating the sweet treats, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, walking near the wall away from the cat. He came out moments later, saying goodbye to the Dupin-Chengs. “I need to go, Natalie called.” he said. Tom and Sabine didn’t let him go without a bag of cookies and an offer from the huge man to come back the next day. Adrien munch on a cookie as he promised he would be back and then left. Later that evening, Marinette was laying on her bed while petting Noir’s head. The cat purred on her belly and she laughed. She tickled him under his neck and sighed sadly. What is she going to do if someone looking for him?

Adrien was pacing. Again. After cursing himself multiple times in Marinette’s bathroom he thought that if that stupid cat kept on hissing at him ,everything would be uncomfortable so he decided to leave, thanking Marinette parents’ kind nature for giving him his cookies still when he didn’t stay. What is he going to do now? Tom invited him the next day to taste a new recipe and he couldn’t deny to that offer since he had such a sweet tooth. Maybe if he tried to ‘rationalize’ with Marinette about keeping the cat? No, if he push too much it’ll obvious he don’t like it. Well he always could-

“In my 5,000 years I’ve have never had such a helpless holder.” Plagg mumbled as he keep watching Adrien to moments later snarls at the boy, when he gets no answer he hiss. Adrien’s eyes go wide as he looked at the kwami, completely taken aback “For the love of Camembert, stop pacing, Adrien! You’re going to give me a headache!”

“I didn’t know you could hiss.”

“I’m a cat too, kid, obviously I hiss. I don’t like it though but it looks like that’s only sound you can hear.” Plagg complained as he moved his whiskers in irritation.

Adrien whined and let himself fall on his chair, face on his desk “What I’m I going to do, Plagg?” It isn’t like if he was expecting the greatest advise from Plagg. His kwami never gets interested in something other than cheese, after all.

“Easy, go tomorrow and talk to her. Offer her your help to find the thing’s owner and she’ll be so pleased with you and you’ll have what you want.” Plagg giving advise AND winking at him. Plagg’s winking was scary…way too scary, but actually that could actually work. Adrien scooped Plagg up in his hands and hugged him a little too tight.

“Oh Plagg! You’re the best! Why aren’t you like this more often?”

“Obviously I’m the best, look at me! And stop squeezing me or I’ll bite you!” Adrien returned Plagg to his desk and smiled widely at him, petting his little head with his finger.

Now all he needed was to practice what he was saying to Marinette tomorrow and pray to not screw everything up.

The next day, after school he went to Marinette’s house. Tom said she was busy drawing new designs and she liked to be alone when she was ‘in the zone’. So instead Adrien helped Tom a little in the kitchen and when the cake was done and was Adrien’s turn to taste it. He wanted to cry. Were those heaven’s trumpets or he was just dreaming about the best thing he had ever eaten? The boy devoured two pieces before asking if he could go to Marinette and when he received a nod he took another piece of cake in case Marinette wanted.

Adrien climbed the stairs and when he opened the door into Marinette’s room, he saw something he didn’t needed to see. Noir was sitting on Marinette’s lap and she was giggling because the cat wouldn’t stop jumping on her to nuzzle her in her face, his little paws on her chest. Adrien glared at the cat and walked in, closing the door behind him. Marinette barely noticed.

“Who’s the cutest thing ever? You are!” Marinette giggled. Noir mewed and gave a satisfied smirk to Adrien. Adrien nearly screamed when the cat got up on its hind legs and kissed Marinette. Marinette gasped in surprise but smiled. “You want a kiss?” she cooed at Noir. Adrien bit his tounge to stop himself from swearing. Noir snuggled into Marinette’s lap. Adrien was shaking with anger. It was one thing to hiss at him but it was another to kiss his Princess. That damn cat was mocking him. Adrien couldn’t control himself. Dammit all. He left the piece of cake aside, he didn’t know where, as he walked over at the girl and lifted the cat out of her lap, a very angry mew was heard all around the room when he left it on the floor. Marinette looked at him with obvious indignation in her blue eyes.

“Adrien, what are you-” but then he kissed her so desperately, so passionately that she couldn’t remember what was she saying. His mouth pressed roughly against hers and she thought that she might fall from the chair if he pressed even more. He slowly eased the pressure off of her lips and kissed her gently. Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed and she just melted into him. He tasted like buttercream icing and his hair was so soft beneath her fingers. Marinette took in a sharp breath when Adrien kissed her jawline and when down to her neck. Oh, but when his mouth reached her neck and he bit were Chat’s fading hickey was…

Wait a second.


He just knew where it was? Marinette started to panic. Oh dear Lord, did he actually saw it at school the day before?! This was so embarrassing. If he saw it… Mariette’s heart stopped when Adrien let out a purr as he licked her. Chat Noir. Adrien. Marinette saw the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Adrien was in fact Chat Noir.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to punch him away, to swear at him but the fact that Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste just stunned her. She tensed when she felt a stinging pain shoot through her neck. Adrien didn’t give her time to react when he kissed her again. Maybe the noise she could barely hear through her buzzing ears was Noir’s irritated mew or her heartbeat, she couldn’t be sure.

When Adrien eventually broke off the kiss, he grinned at her with his biggest cattish smirk. “I told you I would love mark you again Princess.” He whispered looking at his ‘master piece’ and then into her eyes. Marinette wanted to die. He couldn’t just look at her like that!

Marinette was speechless before hearing the angry meows of Noir. She picked him up and he hissed at Adrien who only smirked. “Adrien….you’re Chat Noir…” Marinette mumbled. It was only then when Adrien realized how stupid he had been. Why would he do such an irrational thing? “Marinette… I…” he started before she held up her hand to stop him. “We can talk about that later. The real question is…what are we going to do about Noir?”

Neck Knots

Just a short little thingy I couldn’t get out of my head. Takes place post-6x09. If you guys hadn’t realized, I’ve been dealing with severe block lately. So whenever something presents itself in my brain, I try to write it. :) Hope you enjoy!


Later that night when they were both settled in the warm, bubbly water of the porcelain tub in their shared bathroom, he could feel the tension in her shoulders. He’d scooted backward the tiniest bit so he could knead at the knots there, and before she could whine at the loss of his warm chest against her bare back she was groaning quietly at the lovely feel of his strong fingers working at her.

“What’s bothering you, my love?” Killian asks gently, scratching lightly at the nape of Emma’s neck. “You were filled with such hope and conviction earlier.”

She clucks in agreeance. “It’s not the visions I’m thinking about right now,” she tells him, and even though he’s slowly getting used to it, he’s still slightly awed at this new version of her that eagerly shares her feelings.

“No? Then what, darling?” He feels her muscles tighten again, and he resumes his rubbing, his calloused finger pads the most soothing of touches. She feels her throat go tight.

“I didn’t like what happened in the shop today,” she says quietly.

“Aye, me neither,” he says quickly. “When I heard that noise and found you on the floor, I was so—“

“Not that part,” she cuts him off, and his brow furrows. He pushes at her so she turns sideways, looking up at him with her deep green eyes. Before he can take the proper time he needs to read her, she speaks again.

“I can handle a bunch of stuff,” she says, and her voice has this lilt in it that makes him want to pull her tightly against his chest and just hold her in the warm water until she feels safe enough drift to sleep.

“But,” she continues, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, thumbing at his stubble. “What I cannot handle is watching you get strangled and struggle for breath. It fucking terrified me. And I know that you’re fine and it’s stupid and I’m overreacting. But I couldn’t handle it. At all.

Without thinking, Killian shifts them so abruptly that water sloshes around, some escaping over the tub’s rounded edges. “Oh, Emma,” he says into her hairline, dropping kiss after kiss against her forehead. He’d pulled her into his lap and she’d went willingly, soaking up the skin to skin contact. She nuzzled at his shoulder, hands gripping around his waist.

“I’m so sorry, Swan. I completely understand, and it’s entirely acceptable to have felt the way you did. I would have felt just the same if it had been the other way round. Please don’t call my Emma stupid.”

She feels the tears form in the corners of her eyes as the memory and the fear washes over her again. When the breath had been stolen from him, hers had been stolen as well. She’d almost completely abandoned the mission to just get to him, but she quickly realized that stunning Gold would be the best way to make it stop.

Her tears did not go unnoticed by him, despite the fact that they were collecting against his already damp collarbone.

I know, darling. It was scary, but it’s alright now. I’m not leaving you, love. I’m sorry you were frightened. You’re so brave, Emma. I love you very much.“

She kissed the small freckle on his shoulder, sniffling softly. "I love you, too.”

“Are you cold, Emma? Would you like to get out and go to bed?” he asks. 

Emma holds fast to him, making no effort to move. “Mmm, in a minute. Just hold me for a minute. I like feeling your skin on my skin.”

“Of course, Swan.” He gathers her closer, her cheek against his heart. He runs his unringed fingers through her wet strands, massaging at her scalp. Her spine tingle at the sensation.

She’s content like this, nestled against his chest, his heart thumping steadily in her ear. “Ugh, that feels so good. You feel so good. I love you.”

He smiles against her forehead, pressing yet another kiss there, delighted at the way those words seem to fall from her lips so effortlessly these days. “And I you, my love.”

Controlling (Request)

Fandom- Marvel/Avengers
Pairing- Steve Rogers x Reader
Plot/Request- Hi I just found your blog and read your imagines and it’s amazing, so can i have a req, when steve and the reader are dating and then they fight over something and end up fluffy? Thanks :)- castellandiangelo
Warnings- language, implied drinking, drunk reader

(your pov)
I hummed lightly to myself as I clipped on a silver necklace with a little diamond pendant hanging off. Fixing up my hair into a fancy bun I applied my make up and stood back, looking at myself in the floor length mirror while slipping on some heels.
I was wearing a relatively short (f/c) dress that hugged my curves and some black pumps that made my legs look long and sexy. Tony had arranged for the whole team to meet up at a new club opening down the street. It had taken some, a lot, of convincing to get Steve to agree to come, but I finally wore him down. He was always a sucker for me, ever since Tony and Natasha had tricked him into admitting his feeling when he though I wasn’t there.
“You almost ready (Y/n)? The cab is here.” Steve called from the living room of our apartment.
“Be right out!” I yelled back, grabbing my bag and walking as fast as I could in my mile high heels.
Steve was sitting in the couch looking confused at his phone.
I bit back a laugh, “You ok there gramps?”
“Ya how do you get th-” He stopped abruptly when he looked up and saw me. His eyes trailed up my body untill finally resting on my face. His eyes were wide and a slight blush graced his cheeks.
I bit my lip and did a little twirl, “What do you think?”
He couched and scratched the back of his neck, “Uh don’t you think it’s a little… Short?”
I looked down at it and shrugged, “I guess maybe, but I think it looks fine.”
“Well maybe you should change, you know, so people don’t get the wrong idea about you.” He said looking back down at his phone.
“What does that mean?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“If you go out like that, guys are gonna be all over you. You don’t look exactly like the most… Honorable woman.”
My face flushed and I instinctively reached down to tug the dress down a bit. “Are- are you saying I look like a slut?”
“No (Y/n) I-I didn’t mean that, I just meant that…” He scrambled for some sort of explanation but that just made me angrier.
“You do! You think I look like a slut!” I yelled
“Well maybe I do. You shouldn’t dress like that (Y/n). Just showing yourself off to anyone!” He yelled back.
“Well news flash Steve, this isn’t the forties. I’m not gonna be wearing ankle long dresses and scarves and coates and- and whatever else they wore in the forties!” I screamed.
“Well it doesn’t matter when it is, I am not letting you go anywhere looking like that!”
“Not letting me? You don’t tell me what I wear. I don’t know who you think you are, I can wear whatever I want wherever I want.”
Steve jumped up and blocked my path to the door, “As your boyfriend I’m telling you you’re not leaving the house dressed like that. If you want to go to that stupid party, you can count me out but I’m still not letting you go out looking like a prostitute.”
That was the last straw, “Fuck you Steve! I am going to that party, dressed like this, and you are not gong to stop me.”
I moved to the left to go around him, but he stepped in front of me again. I moved to the right and he did the same. We did that about three more times before I gave up and just jumped over the couch, nearly face planting the ground because of my freaking heels.
“Hey!” He yelled as I laughed and took off down the hall. Looking over my shoulder I was shocked, and a bit disappointed, to find Steve hadn’t come after me. But I straightened out my dress and fixed my hair before marching down the the cab that had been waiting for us in the parking lot. I’ll show that guy.

(His pov)
I sighed, pacing back and forth. It was 1:45 am and (Y/n) still wasn’t home. Maybe she was staying at the tower tonight. Or maybe something bad happened and she got kidnapped. Oh, I never should’ve said the those things about her. What if something bad happened to her and I never get to apologize.
I was suddenly thrown out of my thoughts by the sound of the door swinging open.
Clint stood in the doorway with a very drunk (Y/n) leaning up against him. (Y/n) was giggling and looking at the roof while Clint looked like he wanted to shoot himself.
“Ugh, here.” He groaned, all but dragging the giddy girl into the living room and pushing her into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her and she leaned into my embrace.
“What happened?” I asked taking (Y/n)s hands into mine to stop her from messing with my hair.
“She got drunk and started doing karaoke.” He said straightening his shirt which had some smeared makeup on the side.
“Oh that’s not too bad.”
“Ya they didn’t have a karaoke machine.”
Before I could respond (Y/n) cut in, “Oh I love karaoke! We- we should get a karaoke machine and…” She slurred, trailing off towards the end and getting distracted by a painting that was hung up on the wall.
“Ok… Well I’m gonna head out. Have fun taking care of her.” Clint laughed.
“Wait, what happened to her shoes?” I called out to him. I noticed now that she was not only barefoot, but her hair was out of the bun it had been in earlier and (f/c) streaks ran through it.
“Couldn’t tell ya, see you tomorrow!” He yelled back.
I looked over at (Y/n) who and slowly but surely made her way over to a wall covered in pictures, staring intently at one in particular. Crossing the room, I saw she was focused solely on a framed picture of her and me. It had been taken awhile ago, only a couple months after we had gotten together. I had been giving her a piggy back ride around the tower after she broke her leg, in an accident including a pig, a ceiling fan, and a two liter soda bottle, and Bruce and taken a picture. She had her arms wrapped around me with her head on my shoulder and a bright smile gracing her features. I had been looking at her put of the corner of my eye with a small smile. You could see how in love I was.
I put my arm on her shoulder, “(Y/n)?”
She jumped and turned around before gasping, “Oh Steve! What are you doing here?” He wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. “Oh I missed you so much.”
“Ya I missed you too, (Y/n).”
She stumbled back out of my arms before skipping over to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” I followed her to find she was trying to push herself onto the counter.
“I-I’m gonna make some pancakes with the little blue star sprinkles that I made and you liked last time I made them cause you like them.”
“You don’t have to do that Doll its two in the morning.” I helped her off the counter only for her to break down into tears.
“B-but I want to make you pancakes so you won’t be mad at me.” She cried.
“No, no no, sweety I’m not mad at you please don’t cry.” I said pulling her into a hug.
She sniffled, “You promise?”
I nodded and she instantly brightened up. Dropping her arms, she ran off back to the living room. I closed all the drawers and cabinets she had opened before following her.
When I entered the living room I found her standing on the coffee table in just her bra and underwear.
I blushed and looked away, “(Y/n)? What are you doing? Where are your clothes?”
“I put them in the fire place.” She said innocently before reaching over and turning on the gas fire, lighting up the (f/c) dress with it.
I turned off the fire and put out her dress, which was now mostly ashes, before sitting (Y/n) onto the couch.
She leaned into me and started kissing me all over my face. “I Just want you to not be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad, (Y/n).” I said as she puckered her lips for a kiss. I leaned down but at the last second she turned my face and licked up my cheek.
“Ugh (Y/n)? Why did you do that?” I groaned, wiping her saliva off my face.
She leaned in close and whispered, “You taste like freedom.”
Suddenly she jumped up off the couch and stumbled towards the bathroom. I followed her and grimaced as she dropped to the floor and leaned over the toilet, retching into the bowl. I pulled her hair back and rubbed her shoulder lightly.
When she finished she fell back onto the floor and I handed her her toothbrush.
“Tha-that wasn’t because of you. It was probably because of all the drinks I had, but maybe not who knows.”
“Ok, how about we get you to bed?” I said reaching over and helping her up off the floor, leading her towards our room.
“No!” She protested struggling to get her hands out of my grip, “I’m not tired I- I want to go to the park.”
“Well, your drunk and naked so I don’t think its the best idea for you to go to the park right now.”
She looked down at herself, confused, “Where did my clothes go?”
I pulled her into our room and led her towards the bed, “Come on (Y/n).”
She began to try and pull her hand put of my grip, “No, I cant have sex with you. I have a boyfriend.”
“I know (Y/n) and we’re not having sex.” I pushed her gently into the bed and covered her with the blankets.
“My- My boyfriend is gonna kick your ass.” She slurred out, only to fall asleep seconds after the words left her mouth. Light snores left her mouth as she cuddled with the pillow.
I crawled in next to her and she instantly clung to me, entangling her legs in mine.
“I love you Steve.” She whispered.
“I love you too, (Y/n).”

(your pov)
I groaned, rolling over to my back only to flinch at the light flowing in through the curtains. My head was pounding and I felt like I was gonna throw up. I pushed the blankets back and sat up only to find I was in my bra and underwear.
“What the heck?” I muttered. How did I even get home. Oh no, what did Steve do when I got home. I hope I didn’t say anything bad.
There was a bottle of asprin and a glass of water next to me and I quickly took two pills and gulped down the water.
I jumped up, as fast as I could with this killer hangover, and grabbed my bathrobe, opening the door and poking my head out. The smell of pancakes and bacon filled my senses and made my stomach growl.
I slowly made my way to the kitchen and stood in the doorway. Steve stood with his back to me making breakfast. I bit my lip, was he still mad?
He turned around to drop something in the sink and stopped when he saw me.
He smiled lightly, “Morning Doll, how do you feel?” He asked, handing me a plate of food and ushering me to the table, pulling out the chair for me like he always did.
“Uh, fine…” I said. Did he forget about our fight last night? Or did he just not want to talk about it.
I looked down at the plate and smiled when I saw he had made the pancakes with the little blue star sprinkles on them.
Steve, with his own plate, sat down next to me and handed me a cup of coffee. I gratefully took a large gulp and began munching on the pancakes.
“(Y/n), I’m so sorry about what I said last night.” Steve said nervously.
“It’s fine Steve, lets just eat breakfast.”
“No, it’s not fine. I never should’ve called you those horrible things. I love you and you can wear whatever you want. I shouldn’t have tried to control you.
"No I could’ve handled that situation way better. And going to get black out drunk probably wasn’t the best thing to do either. I promise I won’t wear that dress again.”
He laughed, “I don’t think that will be a problem. You lit it on fire last night.”
“Aw man, really? Well that explains why I woke up naked.” I muttered.
He laughed again, “You were pretty funny last night, going on about how you couldn’t go to bed with me cause you had a boyfriend who was going to kick my ass. Then you were crying cause I wouldn’t let you make me pancakes with the sprinkles.”
I dropped my head into my hands, “Uh I don’t even want to think about last night. Did I do karaoke? I feel like I was doing karaoke. Oh and what did I do to my hair?”
“Ya I can’t wait to hear the stories tomorrow.” He reached across the table and took my hand, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I leaned forward to kiss him only to fall back, throwing my hand over my mouth, “Oh god hold that thought, I think I’m gonna-”

Good morning everyone! Well its morning for me, good afternoon/night/whatever for everyone else. Thank you guys so much for the requests, a lot of Steve girls out there. But Steve requests are better than no requests. Speaking of which, send some in! I hope you enjoyed!- Kat 😽

franzanth  asked:

Ok this is a srs question I demand a srs answer. Why do dangerbirbs (and parrots) tilt their head more than, say, passerines? Especially since songbirds are (somewhat) related to parrots and falcons? Google result for "bird head tilt" is over 50% eagles/hawks/owls. Is this because they have more flexible neck? Thus more noticeable & snapworthy? Or is this a predatory behavior? Which means parrots are falcons gone vegetarian? I need to know. I want to understand birbology.

I am always happy to help with important birbology such as this! 

The truth is actually much simpler than you might imagine. As with everything some things: SIZE MATTERS

Neck size, specifically. Songbirds have dinky little short necks compared to basically every other bird, and have correspondingly limited neck mobility. So they can flip their heads a little bit, but not to the same adorably ridiculous extremes as the larger dangerbirbs


anonymous asked:

can you do a frank iero dabble that's all fuzzy and cute please and love ur account


“That’s not how you set up a tent.” Frank says rolling his eyes while smiling. "Why did you want me to set this thing up? I obviously don’t know how to set it up.“

“Fine, I’ll help.” he giggles and sets up the tent. He untangles you out of the tent sheets.

“Can you grab that pole?” he asks. You skip over and grab the pole and skip back. “Here!” you go behind him and put the pole around his chest, pulling you two closer. He turns around and puts his hands on your hips. “And what are you doing?” he asks smiling. You give him a peck on the lips and hand him the pole. “Oh so That’s how its gonna be.” he said giggling.

<Time Skip>

You guys got the tent set up finally. “So are we done with my torture?” he asks.

“It was just a little fun.”

“It was revenge for Me making You set up the tent, wasn’t it?” he says smirking while gripping your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Maybe.”

The radio started to play “Brother” by Gerard Way.

“Oh I see Gerard is watching over us.” Frank says smiling. You giggle “Silly he’s not even dead!” “I know, but he always knows how to make things more romantic for us.” he says, slow dancing to the music. “That’s true” you look down and smile, swaying to the music. “Remember the first time we met?” he asks. “You needed Gerard to carry you to me in order for me to talk to you” “Oh well I’m sorry for being scared to talk to the cute little merchandise girl.” he buried his face into your neck. “Gerard could talk to me but you couldn’t, the most you would say was a little mumble.” you giggled. “Remember our first date?” “Me going to dinner with the band and sitting by you, isn’t exactly a date.” You pull him closer. “Shut up, yes it is.” You could feel him smiling on your neck. “I guess so.” you giggle more. “Well we had sex after, so it should count” “Yes that’s true, but that’s only because Gerard kept talking about sex and the things you could do, like-” “Stop Y/N, my boner will ruin the moment.” You hugged him more. “Remember when I surprised you at your show?” “You where wearing a Hell Bunny dress, bunny ears with a tail, thigh highs with bows on the bottom. How could I forget.” “And you rubbed your crotch on the side of Gee’s head.” “I couldn’t help it! I’m a man It’s your fault.” He giggled. I thought it was cute” You whisper. “How? I was sweaty and gross! If anything I was hot.” he said.

“Nope you where cute.” “No, I shall not except that. Gerard’s the cute one cus’ he has the fucking nose. I’m the hot one.” He said. “Just because Gerard’s nose is cute doesn’t mean your not cute. Your nose is cute along with the cute lil’ piercing you have.” “ugh fine.” he giggles. “You know, I’m happy I’m with you.” He says swaying and dancing more with you. “I know, I feel the same about you.” “But how? I’m so short, and just ugh.” he kisses your neck, nipping a little. “I’m shorter than you. And you have thousands of fangirls and fanboys. I was just a little murch girl. My question is how did I get with such a handsome man?”

“That’s easy to answer, its because your perfect. Without makeup you look like an angel, I prefer you without makeup because it takes me back to when I would see you by our T-Shirt stand. There are so many reasons why I love you.” “I love you too”

And You danced with him until the song ended.

((A/N I hope you liked this! thank you for requesting this, I had a lot of fun writing this. I also have a question for my LemOrange babies: what is your favorite Frnk Iero and the cellabration song? mine is “All I want is nothing” anyways thanks for reading and please request more))