these were hard to colour okay


you are not your own

“you’ve taken my light, your darkness will come”


Words: 792
Warnings: Dysphoria, Bullying, Self-Hate
Inspired By: @bunny-yams Highschool Hamilton AU

Thomas and John walked into Mr. Washington house as he let them in. “Alex is in his room, he hasn’t came out all day,” George spoke, following the two boys a bit. “I’m pretty sure dysphoria has hit him hard this time,” He added. The boys nodded, walking up the stairs to Alex’s room.

John knocked lightly, waiting a moment before speaking, “Hey, Alex. It’s us, can we come in?” He asked. They waited before hearing a click from the door. “We are coming in now, okay?” John said before Thomas opened the door.

Alex sat on his bed, his head facing his knees that were at his chest. His back was against the wall as he sat there, unmoving. Thomas and John walked over, sitting down on the coloured duvet on ether side of the boy. Thomas reached up to run his hand through Alex’s hair.

“Hey, what’s the problem love?” Thomas asked. Alex leaned over on Thomas a bit, and let out the tears he was holding in. Sobs filled the room as the two jocks looked at each other in worry. They both attempted to comfort Alex without moving him, since he always hated being held when his dysphoria was acting up.

Alex’s cries died down a little bit before his broken voice filled the room, “Why c-can’t I be st-strong, be a b-boy like you guy-ys?” He asked quietly as he let more tears fall.

“Hey,” John started, “You are just as much a boy as we are. You are a boy, okay? We only ever see you as one, and so does everyone else,” He said as Alex let out another sob.

“Hey, look at us,” Thomas said, and Alex looked up. He quickly looked down as Thomas gasped quietly, confusing John.

“Alex, please look up again,” Thomas spoke slowly, though he knew what he saw.

Alex knew he couldn’t hide it, but he didn’t want to face his boyfriends right now. Thomas gently put his fingers under Alex’s chin; not to force him to look up but to convince him too. Alex slowly looked up at John and Thomas, making John shocked as well.

Alex’s tears had washed away some of the make up around his eye, showing off a purple and black bruise. “Who, who did this?” John asked quietly, trying to not burst out in anger right then and there.

“M-Matters what day you-u want t-to know-w about,” Alex mumbled, looking down again.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Thomas asked, and Alex just vaguely gestured to his sides and legs. John went to stand up, wanting to get Washington but Alex grabbed onto his sleeve.

“P-please, don’t tell him,” He asked, his voice breaking. John looked at Thomas sadly as Alex refused to let go. “P-please,” He spoke again.

John let out a small sigh, sitting down beside Alex once again and gently pulling him close. “So, this isn’t about your dysphoria?” Thomas asked, holding onto Alex’s hand and rubbing his thumb across the back.

Alex shook his head, “Y-y-your w-wrong. N-no one th-thinks I’m a guy, they-y all hate me-e and s-say it’s for attention,” He stuttered out; squeezing Thomas’ hand tightly.

“Hey, who ever said that is wrong, you are perfect the way you are Alex. You are our boyfriend, and you’re a boy, okay? A strong, brave boy,” Thomas spoke.

“B-but, I couldn’t-t even st-st-stop this,” Alex gestured to his eye, “they’re th-the ones who t-tell me I’m a w-weak girl and-d proved-d it b-by beating-g me multiple t-times,” Alex curled into himself a bit, “I-I hate th-his, I hate me-e, I w-want to b-be okay,” Alex’s eyes started watering once again.

“It’s okay to not be okay Alex, but you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re here, Mr. Washington is here, you have so many people who are here for you. You are a boy, you don’t have to prove that to anyone,” John spoke.

“And, if others don’t see it, we will always be here to protect you, to help you, and to show them the truth. That being you’re the best boy, and the best boyfriend, to ever exist,” Thomas added, kissing Alex on the cheek.

Alex nodded. He still hated himself, but John and Thomas were there for him. They loved him and he loved them to, completely and whole heartedly. Even if no one else believed him, all said it was for attention and hurt him because of it, Alex would always have his boyfriends.

And, that is enough.


This imagine is inpired by Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Plus a good news, I’ve my exams over now so I can update good now. Requests are open ;)

I hope god will forgive me


You groaned turning to your left. Sun peeked through the windows shinning bright on your face. You sat up, rubbing sleep off your eyes as an unexpected yawn left your mouth tearing your eyes up.

You decided to leave the comfy of your bed and step down the carpeted wooden stair of your mansion. It was a pleasant morning and you wanted to do nothing else but kiss your dear husband good morning.

Grinning to self, you made your way to the kitchen. There he stood. Wearing nothing but red Calvin Klein boxers and apron loosely draped over his muscular body, covering his chest. He look radiant. Illuminated by the sun rays. His brown curl seemed so soft and silky, growing your urge to touch them.

You walked to him softly and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his bold back.

“Hey sunshine! ” Harry said turning around to face me. He looked mesmerising. His lips were perfectly tinted cherry red and his eyes, his eyes were shinning brighter than ever, maybe because of the spectacular night he spent making love with you.

“Hi sweet.” You said.

“Why’re yeh awake so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you.” You replied with a shrug and peeked over his shoulder to look at the food he cooked.

“Yeh look so beautiful” Harry whispered tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and cupping you left cheek. You smiled and nuzzled your nose further in his wrist as his arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. You chest were pressed up together, nose bumping in each other’s. You could feel his heart beating as fast as yours were.

Just two months ago, Harry and you exchanged your vows. Since then you’ve been living your in total bliss and pleasure. So pure and full of love. Not to mention the fact that he still tears up sometimes just because how lucky he feels to have you as his wife.

“Kiss me H.” You whispered, more like pleaded. There was a need in your words. A need that only he could full fill.

And Harry felt that need too.

He touched his lips with yours so ever lightly that made you whimper in pain, pain of your want. You grabbed his hair and kissed him with all you had. He kissed back with same emotion. He had his want as well. The kiss showed how desperate and needy your soul was.

You bite on his lower lip earning a loud throaty moan from him. Taking the chance you slide your tongue inside his agape mouth. His mouth tasted like cherry. Just like his lips. His own tongue was busy in exploring your mouth and his hands were gripping and squeezing your bum.

“Jump” Harry demanded against your lips and you accepted his order and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your chest rubbed together creating friction and then heat. There were sweat beads already on your forehead. Cheeks and ears red of both of you.

His hands instantly grabbed you from bottom supporting you as he carried you to the island situation in the middle of your huge kitchen. Thankfully it was free of things on it so it made easier for harry to lay you down on it.

You hissed once the cold marble of the shelf touched your slightly exposed back. Harry chuckled and took the opportunity to slip the shirt off your body as your back arched.

“So sexy and beautiful m'pet” he said. Harry took a moment to adorn your body before leaning in and capturing the flesh of your neck with his lips. He suckled on the skin leaving purple marks.

Harry never felt so in love before. In fact he never felt what love was like before he met you. And now, now he thanks Jesus everyday, every second of his life. He thanks him for giving him an amazing partner of life. A person with whom he could be himself. Who understood him like his own soul. Who knew him better than he knew himself. Who loved him dearly and to no extent.

His kissed grew rough on your neck. Your fingers stayed in his hair, gripping-twisting on them. He slowly moved to south on your body still peppering and endeavouring your body with open mouth kisses.

Your breath hitched when his kisses trailed down the valley of your breast. His left hand sneaked up your body and cupped the boob in his big hands. He stared intensely in your eyes which you somehow were able to open and cupped your right boob in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before taking your pebble hard nipple in his mouth. He suckled on it and kept squeezing the other.

The intensity of his work pooled your core even more. You could feel your clit throbbing. Even just a touch of him was enough to get you to end.

“Hmm babyy” you moaned moving your pelvic. He chuckled and pinned your hips down.

“So responsive huh? You wan’ meh love? So bad?” He asked bring his face upto your level, merely inches away from yours. You bite your lip and gave him a good nod and pulled him down on your lips by his platinum necklace .

Harry wasted no time in pulling your panties down your leg and opening them wide.

The cool air made your shiver as it collapsed with the throbbing bud of nerves between your legs. Harry pulled away and kept his stare on you . His lips left open mouth kisses down your body. His slick tongue licked your cunt lips before he ran it up your folds, opening them.

His two fingers came in contact with your skin, keeping the folds open so that he could eat you better. His long tongue licked your wet entrance and he pushed in inside your hole.

He could watch your face scrunched up in pleasure all day as he could right now.

He pushed his arms beneath your legs and pulled you to him smacking your core to his mouth. His scruff rubbed against you sensitive skin making you wetter than ever as he kept licking and sucking on your clit. His mouth was Indulged in eating you out from nose to chin.

The wild feeling and energy in your stomach was growing wide second by second and soon you found yourself whimpering his name and grinding your pelvic against his mouth.

He still had his arms underneath you as his index finger of right hand rubbed your clit and three fingers of left hand were inside you. His fingers were on and were stretching you perfectly, giving you extreme gratification.

His mouth was still hungry on you. Eating up your soul with hunger and passion as the same time.

“G-gonna cum.” You whimpered, breathing hard and sweaty body. You couldn’t even wait for his reply and were coming undone. Sheepish red colour creeped up your cheeks as Harry once again came upto face to face to you.

“It’s okay love” he said as he certainly understood the reason behind it. White evidence of your love was dripping down his chin. You arched yourself a bit and licked his chin tasting yourself.

“You ready darling ?” Harry asked you kissing your head discarding his red boxers down his leg and standing at the end of Island. His tip was painfully red and he was fully hard.

You sat up on your knees and moved forward to grab him when he stopped you.

“Not now love. Want yeh so bad” Harry said laying you down again.

You bite your lip and Harry threw your leg over his shoulder before sliding inside of you completely. Your eyes rolled back with your head.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ tight. Shit” Harry rumbled, moving as fast as he can. He wanted to make love but the desperation and Need of your body made him go wild.

Your skin slapped against each other making suck filthy sound but none of you cared as you both were captivated in your own world of bliss.

“All for you baby. My body and soul is all yours” you moaned looking at him. He looked as a perfect sex god at the moment. Sweat covered forehead, toned chest, red cheek and perfect cock.

“Your pussy….” Harry breathed.

“Is all mine” he said as his pace slowed down. He was Gonna lose it soon too, and so were you.

You say up a little supporting yourself with your elbows and tried to cup his cheek. Harry leaned in and kissed you so lovingly. The softness and utter love of your kiss made him lose it all. He spurted inside of you filling you up with his warm self. You too came undone for the second time.

The bodies of yours slowed down as the kiss grew more sloppy. He needed to catch his breath so he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

“I love you.” He breathed out.

“I love you” you breathed in.


“Y/n cmon!!!” Harry said pulling you by your sleeves. You giggled and followed him.

After the amazing session of love you guys fell asleep again and then woke up around lunch time. And since the you don’t know the time went by an here you were cooking dinner when Harry came inside the house all excite and pulled you outside.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked and found your answer as he took you to the backyard. It was beautiful. Harry was the whole evening out and this is why he was out, he decorated the backyard with pretty fairy lights with soft music playing around.

The familiar music caught your ear.

Perfect. Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Harry bowed in from of you and reached for your hand and pulled you against his chest.

“Hi mister.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hi missus.” He replied adorning you. He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours affectionately. His arms around your waist.

The soft green grass tickled the bare feet of yours as you both danced and twirled around living in the moment and night dancing away, celebrating the love. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

midnight luxe {part 6}

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pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fashion designer au

wordcount: 4k

summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

“Okay, now hold on to me and try not to fall,” he said softly, his hand was hovering nearby, an invitation for you to grab hold of it. You reached out and squeezed it tightly as if that would somehow aid your balance.

“I can’t do this,” you murmured. You furrowed your brows and squeezed his hand just a little too hard out of frustration. His skin was soft and his fingers were beautifully decorated with an assortment of rings that perfectly matched the baby blue colour of his nail varnish, as if he’d coordinated it all. Knowing Jimin, he probably had.

“Yes you can, it just takes a bit of practice, that’s all,” he reassured again. You were sure he must be getting sick of this by now, but he didn’t complain once. You didn’t think you’d ever met anyone as gentle as him, his patience seemed to be infinite.

“These heels are so high, how is any normal human meant to walk in them?” you asked as you stumbled across the floor, leaning on him to try and balance yourself, “Can’t I just wear flats for the fashion show?”

Immediately, he gave you a look that clearly said absolutely not. It had been a long shot of course, but worth a try. Your legs felt shaky and awkward, like a newborn deer, you knew there was nothing elegant or model-like about the way you helplessly clung onto Jimin’s clothing as you attempted to walk. As stupid as it sounded, you hadn’t properly considered the technicalities of doing a runway walk. Needless to say, reality had definitely slapped you hard in the face today. You were starting from square one.

When you finally made it across the room, you let go of him and allowed your body to slowly fall to the floor. You stared down at your shoes. They were black,  had a large platform and heels that added an impressive amount of inches to your height.

“Well, you’ve certainly got the diva aspect of being a model right,” Jimin said with a giggle. He crouched down so that he was level with you. You appreciated his efforts to raise your spirits, “Y/N, the first step of being a real model is learning how to walk like one. After that it’s easy.”

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Care To Join Me?

Request: This is the anon who requested the Pietro smut. Could you maybe do something where you walk in on him masturbating to you and then smut ensues? - anon

Word Count: 1100+

Triggers: oral (receiving and giving), no actual sex

A/N: This is queued coz im on holiday, sorry this took so long

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

You were assistant to the Avengers, hired when they realised that saving the world was tiring. You did paperwork and mission reports. You took phone calls for them when they couldn’t. And you also made sure nobody knew that Pietro Maximoff was still alive.

That included doing anything he asked you to. And boy did he milk it. He would ask you to get a glass of water from two doors down and argue that the windows in the kitchen could show that he was alive.

The worst thing? You did it.

You did it all. Everything he asked. All he had to do was flash you that gorgeous smile or say your name in that delicious accent and your were putty in his hands. His sister really grilled you for it but she didn’t get it. Her brother was the most amazing man you’d ever seen.

So when the whole team had to leave for an event, leaving you and Pietro alone you had mixed emotions. But the fear of being with him overwhelmed you, so you decided to take the day off.

That was probably the best idea you had ever had, until you realised that you had to get Wanda’s dry cleaning. Why Wanda? Her room was closest to his so you were sure to run into him.

You were fairly certain Wanda had planned this, after numerous attempts at setting you up with her brother. but every time you were in one of these situations you ended up making a fool of yourself and you would rather not embarrass yourself today.

To do that you timed everything so he would be asleep. And if he’s asleep he can’t hear you.


You were at the tower, in the elevator to wanda’s room. You asked Friday to be quite for you because you didn’t want to wake pietro. She was understanding and did as you asked.

You had your headphones in while you were walking past his room and into hers, checking that you had actually got all of it. After setting the clothes down something snagged on headphones, pulling them out of your ear.

The new sound that filled your ears made you quiver.

It was him. Pietro. Moaning your name. He was so loud. And hot.

You walked out of wanda’s room and looked to the door next to it. It was slightly ajar, just enough for you to see the gorgeous man’s face as he stroked himself.

You must have made a noise, some type of groan in reply to his grunt, but it caused him to open his eyes. Looking straight at you the initial shock wore off, leaving his usual flirtatious smile. Only this time it was different. His face painted in lust.

‘Care to join me, printsessa?’ Like always, you did as he said. Walking into his room and shutting the door.

He was completely naked, a thin sheet shoved to the side of the bed.

‘Y/N? Someone tells me you have a crush on me, is that right?’ He started making his way to you. His hands finding your hips as he dipped down to whisper in your ear.

All you could do is nod in reply. Your voice caught in your throat.

‘Show me how much you want me’ that was it. Your arms flew over his shoulders pulling his lips to yours.

The kiss was everything you imagined and more. A mixture of soft lips and rough stubble pulling little moans from you. His hand moved down to squeeze your ass, right under the hem of your skirt.

This was a dream, he was really kissing you and touching you. But you wanted more. So your kisses moved lower and lower until you were on your knees.

‘Is this okay?’ You asked him, you hand nearly touching his cock.

‘Yes, fuck printsessa, yes!’ You hand was on him instantly, stroking him slow and hard as you put your lips around him.

He pushed your hair back so he could see your face. Almost cumming at the scene. You were bobbing your head up and down his shaft with your eyes closed in bliss when you opened them. Your pupils blown so that there was only a thin ring of colour. You sucked at his head, rubbing the underside with your tongue harshly.

His hand formed a fist in your hair, tugging slightly. And them he came, filling your mouth.b He tasted even more amazing then you had imagined. You swallowed everything he gave you happily.

He pulled you off of him, getting you to stand up.

Once you were up again he squatted, wrapping his arms around your legs and standing again. Pulling you up with him. He dropped on the bed and you bounced a little before you could feel him rubbing your thigh.

You moved to take off your shirt but his hand stopped you.

‘No, you look so sexy like that. Just…’ He ripped oven your shirt to reveal your bra. Even though you hadn’t anticipated this situation your bra was lacy and see though, making him audible moan. You stared at him, trying to tell him that you a little pissed off at him ripping your shirt. He obviously got that message because he quickly said. ‘I’ll buy you a new one’

He bent down to pull your skirt around your hips and your panties off, throwing them somewhere behind him.

‘So wet. All for me, printsessa?’ you were lent up on your elbows, anticipating his next move. All you could do was nod in reply, him grinning at you he leant over to lick a long, slow stripe.

‘Fuck’ you breathed our, you couldn’t stop watching him. He sucked on your clit as his finger circled your hole. Slowly sinking into you as he flicked you with his tongue.

Switching his finger and his mouth his tongue dipped into your hole. Using three fingers he made small rings on your clit, slowly getting fast.

Your orgasm quickly approaching, you closed your eyes and moaned loudly. Pietro smirked in reply. His fingers had now adopted the superspeed he was known for and gave you the best oragsm you had ever had.

When you were coming down you felt him kissing up your neck and jawline.

‘We should do that more often’ you giggled as he nuzzled into your neck.

He hummed in agreement and got off you. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Making his way to the en suite he slapped your ass.

‘What are you doing?’


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I had some floorplan sketches (close to this, though not exact) but when I went to draw rooms in perspective I discovered that I’d gotten… very rusty with that kind of thing. So I decided I’d hop into Google SketchUp and put the place together quickly for my own reference. It’s missing some details (mostly due to me just forgetting) but it’s kinda fun I thought? Good ref for me to keep my writing consistent and for anyone who wants to draw anything here, me included

I’m gonna make some tweaks to this yet but if you want any other angles (or even access to the file), or if you have any questions, hit me up! I’ve thought way too much about this.

Quick notes here and more detail under the cut:

  • All of the furnishings are from the 3D Warehouse - it’s been a long time since I used SketchUp much and I’m not THAT skilled any more, lol. I edited some colours and sizes but that’s about it.
  • I know it’s a bit big to really be realistic… I have excuses.
    • it’s a fanfic, guys.
    • floorplans are hard. the bedrooms and living room were actually supposed to be a smidge smaller but scaling is tough and this program is a bit of a hassle at times.
    • it’s cheap bc it’s in a shoddy neighbourhood and totally lacks storage? or something?? idfk
    • LET’S JUST SAY THIS ISN’T PERFECTLY TO SCALE OKAY I only meant it as a guideline

(Many) room-by-room details and goofy headcanons/trivia below:

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you’re so privileged Danny.

you were an orphan at 10 and raised with hard labour to be a weapon.

but because your skin colour is white, something you never chose or controlled, you’re instantly privileged and evil.

let me not care about who you are or what you’ve had to go through. just the colour of your skin & who society says it’s okay to be racist too. 

i love that this shit is legit ingrained into culture now & we don’t question it.

that seems healthy. 

tl;dr:    Danny’s class privileges him, not his skin colour.

anonymous asked:

I really liked your 'S/O comes out as asexual' so could you do the V3 guys (plus mitarai just because) with an asexual S/O?

Hehe thank you for liking it Anon! Here you are ^^

NDRV3 Boys + Ryota Mitarai with a S/O who comes out as asexual

Shuuichi Saihara:

- He was kinda concerned

- Considering you just sent a text saying “We need to talk about something”

- He waiting for you patiently and once you arrived he greeted you with a small smile

- “Hello S/O - san/kun”

- “Hey…”

- “So… What is it that you want to tell me?”

- “Ah… Well, first… Can you promise to not get mad at me?”

- “Huh? Mad at you? Of course I won’t get mad at you”

- He takes one of your hands and gives it a reassuring squeeze

- “Okay..”

- You take a deep breath before looking him straight in the eyes

- “I… I’m asexual…”

- He blinks, registering what you just said to him

- Instead of answering he just gives your hand another squeeze

- “S/O - san/kun.. There’s nothing wrong with that! I’m really happy you trust me enough to tell me”

- “R-Really?”

- He nods 

- “Thank you… For understanding”

Kaito Momota:

- You sit down with him, hands on your lap

- “I’m… Asexual”

- “… Right?”

- You begin stuttering an explanation to him, your eyes directed at the floor, hands fidgeting with each other

- “… And so I..”

- “Stop.”

- “H-Huh?”

- You feel him place a hand on your shoulder so you look up

- You find him grinning at you

- “I didn’t want you to try and justify yourself or anything! You gotta be proud of who you are you know? And anyways, this doesn’t even change anything, I’m still madly in love with you haha!”

- He holds a thumbs up and winks

- You can’t help but smile


- When you told him, he furrowed his eyebrows at you

- “I’m… Really sorry S/O - san/kun but I don’t quite understand… Would you mind explaining it to me?”

- “Oh, um… Sure thing”

- You try your best to explain it without muttering too much

- You glance at his expression, he nods and smiles

- “I see!”

- He takes hold of your hands and smiles once more

- “I’m so happy you trust me enough to tell me personal things like that, it.. Means a lot”

- “Hahaha…. Kiibo - kun why are you so cute?”

- His cheeks gain a faint pink colour

- “Eh? Cute?”

- You smile as you press a kiss to his cheek

Rantaro Amami:

- He was very chill about it

- He noticed how you were rather nervous to tell him

- So he just patted you on the head and smiled

- “It’s okay. Take your time, I’m not going anywhere”

- “Ah… Thanks…”

- Once you finally managed to tell him he smiled

- “I understand and respect that S/O - san/kun”

- “Really?”

- He nods

- “I’m proud of you, you know? I know it’s hard to talk about personal things like that”

- You direct your gaze onto the floor

- “Ah stop it Amami - kun… You’ll make me blush”

Kokichi Ouma:

- “Ouma - kun, I have something to tell you”

- “Nishishi~ I already know!”

- “Wh-What?! Y-You do?!”

- He smirks as he puts both of his hands behind his head

- “Nope! I’m a liar remember?”

- You sigh as you look him straight in the eyes

- “Listen, this is rather… Personal so… Can you take this seriously, please?”

- He gives you a quick look, you’re definitely not lying

- “Okay.”

- He drops his hands down and his cheeky smile turns into a serious expression

- “Go ahead S/O - chan”

- With a nod you take a deep and begin to explain to him

- To your surprise, he remains serious the whole time never making a joke or teasing you about it

- You smile at him

- “Ouma - kun…”

- “Mm?”

- “Thank you”

- “Nishishi, silly S/O - chan, I’m not always messing around you know! I can be serious if I want to!”

- He wraps his arms around you and cuddles up to your chest

- You smile and nod before beginning to stroke his hair

Gonta Gokuhara:

- Once you told him he just scratched his head in confusion

- “Um… Gonta doesn’t really understand?”

- “What do you mean?”

- “There’s nothing wrong with that right? So Gonta not know why S/O - san/kun is so stressed…”

- :’) Aw Gonta

- “Ahaha… I guess it’s just I never told anyone before so I’m not really used to it haha”

- “Oh! Gonta understand that feeling! Gonta is always scared to come up with names for new insects incase people find them hard to say or think they’re silly!”

- Why is this boy so pure

- “Haha yeah I guess it’s the same kinda thing”

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

- Let’s face it

- He’d be lowkey disappointed seeing as he likes to… 

- Experiment

- But nonetheless, he understands and respects that

- Everytime he learns something new about you, you just become way more beautiful in his eyes

- You spend some time talking about it and just… Clearing some things up

- “S/O - san/kun, I’m honoured that you told me this”

- “Aw stop… Of course I’d tell you!”

- “Kukuku~”

Ryoma Hoshi:

- When you tell him he just nods

- “Oh alright”

- “Huh?”

- He gives you a confused look

- “Am I meant to… React or something?”

- “Uh, no it’s not that it’s just… You’re really chill about this”

- He squints at you

- “Did you think I wouldn’t be or something?”

- “Uh… Maybe?”

- He chuckles

- “Sometimes you worry about things too much you know?”

- You rub the back of your head and smile

- “Haha.. I guess you’re right”

Ryota Mitarai:

- He was busy drawing anime as always

- But you managed to pull him away for a short break

- And that’s when you decided to tell him

- “Mitarai - kun can you listen to me for a second?”

- He looks up from his bowl of rice

- “Ah, yeah sure thing, what is it S/O - san/kun”

- “Well… It’s actually kinda…”

- You rub your hands together trying to find the right words

- “Hey…”

- He places a hand on your arm and smiles

- “You can tell me… I won’t judge I promise”

- “Thanks Mitarai - kun…”

- “It’s really not a problem at all”

- He smiles and returns to eating as you explain to him that you’re asexual

Missing Parts - 23.

Part 24 
Missing Parts Masterlist

Originally posted by mashable

After your Hogsmeade trip the Sunday passed happier between you than any other day in the past months. The simple thought that finally you will do something against Umbridge lift your mood, not to mention you could see there really are people who believe what Harry says. He seemed delighted too; and you knew it’s also because of your lovely date that you had in The Three Broomsticks. Not even the large amount of homework could spoil your mood.

Except Umbridge herself, who shut down every organization by Monday morning. That couldn’t be a coincidence, you knew it, but it’s only made you more eager to stand up against her.

The first D.A. meeating went pretty well; Harry was a good teacher indeed. Even though if you started with basic spells, everybody needs practice, and for some people it was clearly necessary. There were only two things that bothered you – or better to say, two people. Firstly, Zacharias Smith, who constantly added pejorative notes to almost whatever Harry said. You were really close to hex him, but then there was the other thing that bothered you – Cho Chang’s flirting with your boyfriend all the damn time.

“So, what’s wrong?” – Harry asked after Ron and Hermione disappeared behind the Fat Lady’s portrait and you stopped at the deserted corridor. The seventh floor was always empty and silent at these late hours.

“Nothing.” – you said with an unusually high pitched voice, but as he looked questioningly, you sighed loudly and continued. – “Why Cho touching your arms and giggling evey time when you’re near to her?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, she’s… wait, are you jealous?” – Taking a step closer, a grin started to appear on the corner of his mouth.

“No, I’m not.” – you said, offended. – “Or maybe I am. But the girl is flirting with you!”

As he let out a laugh you shot an angry look at him, folding your arms across your chest, so he stopped. “Oh, come on. She probably knows I’m dating with you.”

“Yeah, and apperantly, she doesn’t care.” – you hissed, avoiding his gaze.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on the small of your back. Staring his chest rather than his eyes, you were fiddling with the collar of his shirt as he started to speak in a low voice. “Listen, even is she does, I don’t care. Okay? I’m in love with you.” – As the words left his lips he fell silent instantly, and looking up at him, you saw as a light red colour flooded his cheeks. You knew why, saying this was truly hard for him, and this was definitely the first time he did.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, it was stupid.” – you muttered in a raspy voice, leaning closer and kissing him. – “I love you.” – you whispered against his skin, feeling he was smiling.

Arriving back to the common room, you spent there the rest of your night, even when it was completely empty – except the four of you. Ron and Hermione was sitting on one of the couches next to each other, while Harry on the ground with his back against the sofa, you between his legs, leaning back on his chest as his hands was gently wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe that was your idea Hermione.” – you said as you were talking about the D.A., making her smile. – “I’m so proud of you.”

Her laugh was stopped by Ron’s sudden voice. “Sirius!”

“Yes, I think he’ll be proud too.” – you added, but looking up at Ron, he was staring in the other direction.

“No, I mean in the fire!”

Turning your heads, you saw your father’s head inside the fireplace; a little smirk on his face and an eyebrow cocked. “Having fun?”

Way too quickly, you crawled out from Harry’s embrace, kneeling down in front of the fire. “What – what are you doing here? Mom knows about this?” – you rattled of, only in the attempt to distract the attention from Harry and yourself.

“What kind of a question is this? Of course she doesn’t know.” – he said with ease. – “But I need to know more about your secret, illegal society.”

WHAT?” – you yelled together immediately before he told about Mundungus, who was also at the Hog’s Head all the time, having a perfect view of you and the whole D.A. He also told that Mrs. Weasley wasn’t happy about the idea at all.

“It applies to you too.” – he looked at you. – “Your mother said she don’t want to hear about that you’ll take part anything like this.”

“And what do you say?”

“I say she doesn’t have to hear about it.” – he said with a wink, making you grinning.

“So do you think that’s a good idea?” – Harry asked in surprise.

“Of course! Do you think James and me wouldn’t have done the same thing?”

You continued to talking about the Dumbledore’s Army for a little while, but you could tell there were some other things that he wanted to say; and when there was just a moment silence between you, he take the advantage and asked. “So, what is it about you two?”

Glancing at Harry, you saw he was too nervous to speak, but when you opened your mouth to answer, your father spoke again. “Dung saw you together in The Three Broomsticks too.”

Harry nervously run his fingers through his hair and stared at the floor, but now you felt yourself unconfortable too, thinking about your not exactly modest behaviour at the pub.

“Well, so, we’re… dating.” – you said.

“You don’t say.” – he answered sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit. “Okay, sorry! I just didn’t write about it because I wanted to tell you in person.”

To your surprise, he wasn’t offended at all, but a kind smile appeared on his face. “I think…” – he started, but stopped suddenly, and in the next moment, he vanished.

“What…?” – you fell silence immediately as you saw a small, chubby hand with big, lousy rings on her fingers. All of you jumped up and runned up to your own dormitory. Being so shocked, you only talked just a few words about it with Hermione before both of you went to bed.

That was the first night in a long time when you couldn’t sleep again. All you could think if is how close was Umbridge hand and what if she saw him, even if it’d be still impossible to find him at the Grimmauld Place. You still tried to remain calm and not stressing over about it, but after a few days, you’ve got a message from a little first year. Unfolding the parchment, it said your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wants to see you in her office at four p.m.

“What have you done? I told you shouldn’t do anything!” – Harry said almost angrily while you were sitting at the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall in the morning.

“And I haven’t done anything!” – Staring at the parchment with the childish handwriting, the answer was suddenly too clear, but you remained in silent. Instead of you, Hermione said out loud. 

“She knows about Sirius. She probably saw him on the other night…”

The rest of your day passed anxiously, not looking forward for your chat with Umbridge. You weren’t afraid of her, but it wasn’t about you.

Knocking at her door just a minute before four, you heard the girlish voice right away, giving a permission to enter. After you stepped inside the office, you had to take a deep breath to prevent yourself from making faces. Everything was pink and lacy, and there was some strong parfume-like scent which you were sure it could make your head ache after ten minutes.

“Sit down.” – she said with a fake smile which was more like a grimace, her voice sweet. “Would you like some tea?”

Before you could say no, she already handed a cup to you, already filled with the drink. “Sugar? Milk?” – she asked with the same sugary tone.

“No, thank you.” – you said uncertainly, not taking your eyes off her. 

“Just drink.” - she insisted.

You just lifted the cup, but your right mind stopped you. It was too suspicious. The hot liquid touched your lips, and you acted like you drink some of it.

“Tell me, my dear, what do you know about Sirius Black’s whereabouts?”

The arty cup trembled in your hand, even though you expected this question. “Nothing.”

“Drink some tea… before it cools down too much.” – her smile was so forced you couldn’t decide it’s funny or frightening. You faked another sip. – “Where’s your father?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never met him.”

As the muscles in her face tightened, you could tell she started to lose her patience. “And what about your mother? Does she know anything about him?”

“Leave my mother out of it!” – you snapped; half of the tea spilled on the floor.

A vicious smile hovered on the corner of her mouth. “Tell me, Miss Black. Where is she now? As far as we know, your house in Hampshire stands empty.”

“I don’t think my mother’s personal life is your business.” – The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself, but you were so angry now, it was a miracle you didn’t shout. – “Professor.”

The little, evil smile disappeared from her face; her voice was nothing like a few minutes before. “Your mother worked amongst muggles for more than ten years – after your father’s betrayal and murder. Why is she returned to the wizarding world? Why now? And why the ministry?”

“She realized that job wasn’t for her. Maybe you should learn from her.” – you said offhandedly, causing her to losing her remained patience.

“ENOUGH!” – she shrieked, standing up, her face red with anger. – “Get out of my office!”

Even she couldn’t get any useful information, you felt yourself weak and scared, and in the moment when you arrived back in the common room, you fell into Harry’s arms, clutching your hands tightly around him and taking sharp breaths. He repeated your name several times before you pulled back, looking at his also frightened face before you lead him, Hermione, and Ron in a quiet corner. Then you told everything to them.

“I bet she put Veritaserum on your tea! But that’s illegal! Oh, Y/N, if you had drink it…” – Hermione said, but Ron cut her off.

“That bloody old hag! Harry, I’m sure she’ll speak to you too.”

“Ron’s right.” – Hermione said after she saw you confused faces. – “Fudge knows Sirius is Harry’s godfather, so probably Umbridge knows too.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you pressed your face against Harry chest who embraced you, trying to say calming words. “Everything will be fine.” – he murmured, but you could feel his fast heartbeat and rapid breathing, even when his voice was strong.

Hours later, when the common room was almost completely empty, and you were curled up on a couch, Harry spoke up after long minutes silent. “If you want to quit from the D.A., I’ll understand.”

“What do you mean?” – you asked in surprise.

“It’s not just about Sirius. Your mother work at the ministry, and Umbridge already suspicious about her.”

You shook your head. “No. That won’t solve anything. In fact, it’s just made me more tempted to do something against her.”

He pressed his face to you forehead. “I just worry about you.”

“Don’t. I can handle myself.”

He snorted. “Yeah, this is exactly why.” – You chuckled, lifting your head up and pressing a kiss on his jawline. He smiled before he pulled back, stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “Just be careful, please.”

“Okay.” – you said, trying to close that part of the conversation. – “Listen, I know Christmas is still almost a month away, but… I’d like if you’ll come and spend the break with us.” – His eyes sparkled with excitement. – “Of course, if you’d rather go to the Burrow than the darkest place in London, I wont blame you.”

“No. I want to go with you.” – This calmed you down a bit, enough for you to fell asleep peacefully; spending another night on the couch with Harry.

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Part 3

Part 1. Part 2.

“Am I not a genius?” Jean asked rhetorically.

Eren answered him anyway, as best he could with his jaw hanging open. “Uhuh.”

“He doesn’t have to do that stuff you know, I guess he was a janitor for so long it’s force of habit.”

The object of their intense scrutiny was helping the roadies, obeying directions without hesitation, a sheen of sweat on his bare arms and a blank expression on his face. Jean’s genius was to give Levi one of his own tank-tops, and the older man was practically bursting out of it.

“I should be envious,” Jean said. “He looks better in it that I do.”

“Mhm,” Eren nodded.

Jean scowled at him, “That’s not very supportive. We should get him into your jeans.”

“Mhm.” Eren shook his head and blinked, “I mean, no. He wouldn’t fit. Literally wouldn’t fit.” He’d given it a bit of thought.

The label was still not convinced that Levi matched their target demographic, and so they’d decided to give him a low-key debut in their home city, a barely-advertised show in one of the large pubs they’d played in when they were still unsigned. Hopefully it would be enough to convince the suits that Levi had what it took, and then they could make it official.

Because they were both in agreement that it had to be Levi. It wasn’t just the way he played, or the fact that despite not exactly being conventionally handsome or tall he looked ridiculously good once they got him out of his janitor’s overalls, it was the way he could shut down their bickering with a look. They both knew they needed someone to keep them from arguing too seriously; before they’d recruited Reiner they’d broken and reformed the band about five times.

“This is gonna be great,” Jean said. “They’re gonna love him.”

Ten minutes before they were scheduled to go on, Eren was having second thoughts.

“Well?” he asked anxiously as he ran up to Jean, although it was clear he wasn’t hiding Levi in his back pocket or anything.

“The bouncers haven’t seen him leave,” Jean said, raising his hand to tug at his hair and then realising it would mess up his style. “He’s not with the VIPs?”

“I didn’t think it was likely he’d go up and introduce himself anyway. I had to pretend I was there to suck up to them.” They definitely didn’t want the label to know their pick had gone missing just before a show. “Lets try the dressing room again? Maybe he’s materialised.”

They hurried back, waving away someone trying to tell them it was nearly time and Eren yelled as he saw Levi, his coat on, hurrying towards the back exit. He didn’t stop to think; he ran, and before Levi could open the door and escape into the night, Eren tackled him, sort of, Levi rebounding off the door with a grunt as Eren wrapped his arms around his thighs and squeezed as hard as he could to stop him walking away.

Jean jogged up in his wake.

“I’m sorry,” Levi said, trying to dislodge Eren. “I can’t do this. Get your nose out of my arse crack, for fuck’s sake!”

“No,” Eren said, hanging on as tightly as he could, his cheek pressed to Levi’s arse. These weren’t the circumstances he’d imagined getting up close and personal.

“What’s wrong, Levi?” Jean asked. “You can’t leave now, it’s nearly time to go on.”

“You’ll be better without me. You don’t need me. It’ll all go wrong.”

“He’s got stage fright,” Jean said. “I didn’t think anything could scare him.”

“I admit it, all right? Now let me go. This was a bad idea.”

Eren tried to catch Jean’s eye. What were they supposed to do now? They couldn’t actually force Levi onto the stage. Jean was the charming one, the negotiator.

Do something, Eren thought, as loudly as he could. He couldn’t wrap himself around Levi’s thighs forever, even if there were far worse ways to spend his time.

“Okay look,” Jean began. “You don’t have to join our band.” At Eren’s raised eyebrows he shot him a look, warning him to be quiet. “But we need someone for this gig, okay? So can you cover for us? Just for one show? No big deal, we don’t even have to introduce you, and you can run away afterwards. Please, Levi.”

He gazed at him beseechingly, and Eren knew how hard it was to resist those honey-coloured eyes when he pleaded with them.

Levi sighed. “I… okay.”

Eren let him go and slumped to the floor. Levi looked pale and shaky and miserable, but he bunched his fists and nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Trust me,” Jean murmured in Eren’s ear as he pulled him to his feet.

Eren didn’t have much choice, but when Levi thrashed his way through their third encore, roaring back at the crowd, his eyes alight, Eren vowed he was never going to doubt Jean’s instincts again.

They dozed on and off, leaning against each other in the back of the car hours later, Eren cuddling his guitar to his chest and the driver silent in the front seat. Jean stirred as their apartment building came into view.

“So,” he mumbled. “Was it firm?”

“So firm,” Eren sighed. “Like goddamn granite. I guess I’ll let you can tackle him next time.”

I’m Sorry (DK x Reader)

Originally posted by soonrongs

A/N: Seokmin is a literal ball of sunshine and it was so hard to imagine him being angry or yelling at someone (。•́︿•̀。). To the anon who requested this, I’m sorry that I’m so bad at writing angst but I still hope that you’ll enjoy reading this nonetheless! [Request box is open]

Genre: Angst

Request: Hey hi hello, I would like to request Seokmin full length scenario where he gets mad at his gf and yells at her and she’s kinda scared bcs of past, like parents yelled at her 24/7 or smthng like that, amd bcs Seokmin doesn’t yell he’s just stressed or whatever i can’t explain well but make the reason why, i leave it to u. Like super super angsty but fluffy ending, i love fluffy endings, ty and good luck(baby good luck to you,,, got it? Hhha k im leaving) -Anon.

“All I asked was for you to pick up my medicines, Seokmin. Was that too bothersome to do for your sick girlfriend?” You croaked, trying with all your might to fight off the throbbing at the back of your head.

Your boyfriend stood still at the side of the sofa, running his hands through his hair. “I told you I forgot and I’m sorry. You know our comeback is around the corner and practice has been crazy. I- I have a lot of more important things to worry about so I’m sorry I forgot your medicines.”

“More important things… Is that really how you see my health now? Is that how you see /me/ now? Unimportant? I thought you were better than that.”

“Babe, you know that wasn’t what I meant.” You didn’t hear what he said. If only your head would stop pounding.

“Hey,” Seokmin said again when you didn’t reply, “Are you okay? Can’t you just sleep it off?”

“What do you mean ‘sleep it off’? If I could, we wouldn’t have this conversation right now!” You snapped when a wave of nausea hit you hard, colourful spots appeared whenever you blinked.

“Well, you didn’t have to snap at me! I told you I’m sorry!”

Your knuckles went white from gripping at the kitchen table too hard. “Please don’t yell-”

“I’m not yelling at you!“

You flinched. You never liked loud noises, let alone being shouted at, and your parents were to blame. Growing up, all you hear were yells, cries, and the sound of glass shattering against the wall. Your dad would yell at you when stressed, your mom would yell at you even louder when she fought with your dad. You never liked loud noises, you hated them.

And Seokmin knew.

“B-Babe.. ________, I’m sorry… I really didn’t mean to yell at you..” He stuttered in a way smaller volume.

You shook your head at him, turned around and walked into the bedroom quietly. You didn’t notice you were shaking until you sat down at the bed, your silent sobs turned into loud cries. But outside was quiet. You figured your boyfriend had left the house to let off steam, so you continued crying. Tears after tears fell and not long after, you were sound asleep. Head heavy from both the crying and the non-stop pounding.

You didn’t know that after you went into the bedroom, he went out to buy your medicine. You didn’t know that he was so angry at himself for even raising his voice at you. You didn’t know that when he came back, he placed your pills and a glass of water on your bedside table for you to take in the morning. You didn’t know that he tucked you in, made sure the temperature wasn’t too cold nor too hot when you were asleep. You didn’t know how much guilt he was drowning in, moreover when he knew he had to leave early tomorrow morning. You didn’t know.

But you woke up the next morning, head still throbbing. Glancing to your left, you saw the pills and the glass of water Seokmin had prepared for you. You took a deep breath before taking them, then you turned on your phone. Your lips twitched into a small smile seeing a picture of you and Seokmin together on your wallpaper. A notification came from his number,  a voice note.

“Good morning…” He paused, “I hope you feel better after waking up. Yesterday after you slept, I went out to get your pills. I placed them on your table, please don’t forget to take them.”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting work first instead of the woman I love, I’m sorry that I failed to take care of you. I’m sorry for yelling at you, even though I know you don’t like being yelled at. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for making you cry when I promised you I’ll make you happy.”

“I know I’m wrong and I don’t blame you if you are angry at me or if you don’t want to see me for the time of being. But forgive me for being selfish, because I don’t want you to leave me. I’m a terrible boyfriend, no, I’m the worst boyfriend ever and I really don’t deserve your love, but please don’t go. If you want to be left alone, I’ll stay over at the dorm until you’re willing to see me again. ________, I’m sorry, I love you.”

Without even blinking another eye, you called him. You were a sobbing mess when he picked up, worriedly asking if you were okay.

“I’m sorry.. Please don’t cry…” He said over the phone.

“I’m not mad at you, I-I was just frustrated. My head was spinning around and my ears were ringing and when you raised your voice, I got startled. But I’m not mad at you and I’m not going to leave you, please don’t think that you’re a terrible boyfriend because you’re more than I could ask for.”


“I don’t want to be left alone. Come home, please…”

“I will, don’t worry. I will.”

itstomsdarling  asked:

If tom had identical triplet daughters he’d mix them up and try to play it off. When they’re old enough they begin messing with him and pretending to be one of the others to see how confused he could get especially after being jet lagged. Ugh I need a HC on this

pls pls pls

  • low key when they were babies tom would have to assign each of them a colour that he painted their nails so he could tell them apart
  • like. for the most part he knew???? but when you’re running on three hours of sleep per week and three crying daughters thinking becomes a little hard okay
  • it gets easier once they’re older and they resist the matching outfits you always try to put them in
  • until they’re old enough to start teasing him and switching outfits around after he dresses them
  • for their thirteenth birthdays he gets them gold name necklaces
  • every once in a while they’ll swap necklaces and see how long it takes him to notice
  • his best time is seven seconds
  • his worst time is three hours and eleven minutes
  • they don’t talk to him for an entire day after that
  • “girls come on!!!! i just finished a sixteen hour flight!!!!!”
  • “you don’t just make mistakes like that with your kids, dad!!!!”
  • “you’re triplets. technically, two thirds of you were mistakes.”
  • after that they don’t talk to him for three days

-sappy saturday- 

I Win: A Theo Raeken Imagine

So I tried writing smut again and it’s better than the first, except there’s no actual frickle frackle in it. But anyway, enjoy x 

 You were more distracted by Theo’s hand on your thigh than anything else.



“Aren’t you supposed to have both hands on the wheel?”

He cleared his throat.

“Right, of course.”

He took his hand away, and you immediately missed the warmth. But, you were always nervous in cars so you’d rather have Theo concentrating on the road than on you. A few minutes passed, and you felt that familiar warmth once again.



“You’re doing it again.”

“Didn’t know wanting to touch my girlfriend was a crime.”

“Normally it’s not. But I need to get home so I can study for this test tomorrow. So hands off.”

It wasn’t very often you said those words. But this test was important, and as much as you craved each other’s touch, you were pretty sure you and Theo could survive twenty four hours.

Let’s be honest, if Theo didn’t remove his hand soon, you were going to have to make him pull over.

He focused back on the road, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Theo Raeken was going to get you into bed one way or another tonight.


When you two arrived back at the apartment, Theo took a shower while you changed into one of his old shirts. You were lying on the bed, books laid out in front of you, your long legs on display.

“How’s studying going?”

You looked up to see Theo in nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair wet leaning against the doorframe. The sight made your mouth dry.

“Fine, I think. Although I don’t quite understand this part.”

“Let me see.”

He made his way around the bed, lying beside you, throwing an arm over your waist to keep you close.

“Which part?”

“This par-oh.”

Theo was biting at your neck, pulling your skin in between his teeth, leaving purple bruises that would take days to fade.

“Theo,” you said, as his hand moved to your legs, sliding up them, and making you weak at the knees.

“Yeah babe?”, he said as if he were clueless to what he was doing to you.

“I need to study.”

His hand made its way to the inside of your thighs, near your burning core. He smirked against you.

No underwear. Perfect.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I need you to. I don’t necessarily want you to.”

He cupped your heat, before circling one finger around your clit.

“Ah fuck,” you panted, gripping the edge of a text book.

“Sure you want me to stop?”, he whispered, pulling your earlobe into his teeth. He entered one finger inside of you, using it to explore what was ‘forbidden territory’ to anyone but him.

“If I fail this test it’s on you Raeken.”

He entered another finger.

“I can live with that.”

You felt your eyes shut as he pumped two fingers in and out of you.

“Bet you’re regretting asking me to stop in the car now.”

“Fuck. Shut up,” you replied, drowning in the bliss he provided you. You could feel the knot in your stomach, the pressure building and-

“What the fuck?”

Theo had removed his fingers, and you watched as he hovered over you, moving his body down until he was in between your legs. Your cries of frustration were replaced with moans of ecstasy as he kissed the inside of your thighs.

His nose nudged your clit, before latching his mouth onto it, sucking gently. You grabbed the end of his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue drew figures of eight as he held onto your legs, attempting to hold you still.

The boy definitely knew how to make you a writhing mess.

Once again, you felt the familiar knot build in your stomach, felt it tighten so hard you were going to explode at any moment.

You finally did when he bit down.

You screamed in pleasure, colours swimming before your eyes, before throwing your head back, breathing heavily. Theo removed his head, smiling at you.

“Okay, so now that’s out of the way,” he began, starting to remove the towel from his body. You reached out, placing your hand over the obvious bulge under the towel.

“Nice try,” you said, “I still need to study.”

You turned around, back to facing your textbooks. You felt Theo move so he was standing in front of you.

He coughed.

“Yes?”, you played the innocence card.

“We’re not done yet, Y/N.”

“Well, I am. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m done for about another two weeks.”

He flashed his eyes at you, making his disgust obvious.

“Well, I’m not,” he growled.

You reached out once again, giving the bulge under the towel a squeeze, watching as his eyes glazed over.

“Tough,” you said sweetly, “Now, if you’re not going to help me study, I suggest you go watch TV or whatever it is you do when I’m busy.”

“Are we really playing this game?” You smiled.

“Yup,” your eyes dipped down to Theo’s erection, which was now a lot more prominent.

You smirked.

“I win.”


anonymous asked:

Franny why do you prefer Aaron to Robert?

HULLLLOOOOOO NONNIE… I don’t know why but I find it the cutest when people call me by ma name… I luff it. Feels like we’re pals. Which we are, even if you ask ridic questions! 

“Prefer” is not really the appropriate term. “Feel more sincere, deep and unavoidable empathy (and sympathy) for” might be more appropriate. I don’t dislike Robert, I did… for, erm, 2 weeks. But my heart is too soft. Like Aaron’s. Lol… I love him endlessly. But reasons why I love Aaron? Hmmmm….

I love Aaron Dingle more (not really lol) for all the reasons Robert Sugden loves Aaron Dingle more.

1. Because, as well as soft, Aaron Dingle’s heart is PURE. Yes, he has flaws. That boy’s anger issues could fill a case study into boys’ anger issues. But he tries so hard to be GOOD. So hard. 9/10 times he wants to do the right thing. The remaining 1/10 times Robert’s leading him astray or towards the fun (but he’s edging Robert towards a moral consciousness too, the effect they have on eachother is incredible). Andy’s right, he did make Robert a better man. They make eachother better versions of themselves. 

Originally posted by mygodthefeels

Being led astray by Robert

2. Because… and I don’t want to labour this point… but because, Aaron Dingle is a phoenix from the fucking ashes. After everything he’s endured… You could forgive him for laying down and giving up. But he never does. He struggles on. He SMILES! I need to be more like that. Something I admire. Something Robert admires. His strength. His fortitude. I have no doubt that Robert is in awe at what Aaron’s survived. His childhood, coming out, Jackson, prison…  But remember when Robert tells him he couldn’t get through prison (when Liv bribes Ryan)? What’s almost as amazing as this resilience, is that other people who’ve suffered less feel they can come to him and tell him their troubles. Leave their worries at his door. He never judges other people for how they measure their own suffering. His childhood was wretched, but he still managed to recognise Robert’s own misery and suffering, and empathise with him. Just… beguiling…

Originally posted by flawswelove

“You’re amazing”

3. Because he loves his family and friends. He forgives his family and friends of almost everything. His heart is so big. The way him and Chas have blossomed. Paddy?? The way he took Liv in straight away, no questions asked. His love and loyalty to Adam. His defence of Vic and her principles. How he loves the wider Dingle clan and feels so honoured to be a part of them. But most of all, his desire to create a real life for Liv and Robert. He was so afraid of who he was once. But he’d do anything for his husband and this tearaway kid they’re looking after together. The way he looks at them? LORD ABOVE:

Originally posted by suggers-got-dingled

Originally posted by bobblehatworshipper

Ok he’s taking a break. A necessary one. But he adores them and if Robert dropped down tomorrow, you better believe Aaron would rush to his side (I hope this happens!). He’s their protector, their champion. He has so much faith in them. He connects them (god knows Rob and Liv didn’t even like eachother to start with). His perseverance with both of them, and the loss caused by his absence, made them realise they were family. Missing jigsaw pieces.

Originally posted by lizzzzoo

Finding his Family

4. Because he fucks up. And he knows it. Sometimes, it takes him a while to realise. But that’s okay. He makes colossal mistakes. He tries hard to do better. Sometimes he falls down again. He’s relatable. He has depth. His flaws run through him like ink through a pen. You see them in everything he does. They colour him. But that roundedness, completeness and that humanity - it makes him so intriguing to watch. He feels real where other characters barely feel 2D. We all knew how he would feel about the baby. We know his struggles. The things he can’t get past. We know where his anger lies. Because we know him.

Originally posted by sorenkingsley

Not okay

5. Because we’ve watched him grow up. This is related to 4 really. We know him so well because we’ve watched him blossom. Can you believe that that scally on a fixie bike is now a husband and guardian, living in the big house at the end of the lane? I miss his sass and cheek sometimes. But he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s a man. Can you believe these two greasemonkeys are making a life together? It’s almost incredible to me! But everything he has, he deserves it. It’s been brilliant watching his heart get cracked open like an egg and all this runny love seep out of it and through his entire being. Changing him fundamentally and irrevocably.

Originally posted by lizzzzoo

Little Aaron

6. Because of this… 

Originally posted by lizzzzoo

Because of Robron… daft, I know. But I didn’t love Aaron before them.