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DIY Lunar Calendar

A few months ago, the most beautiful lunar calendar showed up on my dash, thanks to @etsycult! I immediately added this beautiful work of art by ABJglassworks to my wish-list. Alas, I am broke witch, so I came up with an immediate solution until I can afford to splurge :) 

You will need:

  • piece of hobby board 
  • chalkboard paint
  • white paper
  • marker
  • bottle cap 
  • scissors
  • glue
  • chalk pencil

Step One

Paint your hobby board with the chalkboard paint. I used three coats of paint and sanded in-between so that it would be nice and smooth to write on. This is probably overkill and not necessary. Just paint until you’re satisfied.

Step Two

Use your bottle cap to trace 9 moons. Cut out your moons. Use your marker to denote the phases.

Step Three

Glue on your moons and then add the dates and astrological signs with your chalk pencil. To find the current lunar phase and astrological sign,  The Moon app is perfect! 

That’s it! Thank you to Etsy Cult and ABJglasworks for the inspiration! Please consider supporting the artist if it’s in your budget :)

Fanfiction

Summary: Bucky asks to borrow your laptop and finds the smutty fanfiction that you’ve been writing on your anonymous Tumblr account.

Warnings: smut, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, metal arm kink

A/N: Thank you guys for being so nice to me today and sending me asks because I really like getting asks and they helped me feel better. I finished writing this at three in the morning because my anxiety is really bad because I’m waiting for my advisor to email me back about whether or not I can withdrawal my Physics class and I’m going really crazy waiting because I have a Physics test Thursday and welp. Anyway, that’s why you have this fic; I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. If you want to be added to the tag list you have to send me an ask.


“Hey, (Y/N), can I borrow your laptop?” Bucky peered into your room, making sure you weren’t indecent first.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You unplugged the MacBook from it’s charger and handed it to Bucky. “I’ll be down in the gym if you have any questions.”

“Thanks, doll.” His fingers brushed against yours as he took the metal computer from you. The mixture of his pet name and the tingling from his touch sent a need between your legs. “Mind if I just sit in here and use it?” 

“Not at all.” You headed out of your room and to the gym, ready to work out.

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lenahluthor  asked:

hi, i'm @sapphicships and you recently reblogged an edit i made of feyre and mor. since in the tags u thought it was a "friendship" (despite my blog being for f/f pairings and the post exclusively saying "f/f pairing"), i'd like to say, i definitely did not make that edit and ship name for them to be platonic buddies. it'd be fine, but i then saw that u ship moriel, and please never interact with my blog again. that is disgusting—mor is a lesbian and thinks of azriel AS FAMILY. thank you.

Wow I’m really sorry! I honestly didn’t notice it was a f/f post. My tag was just an innocent mistake and I honestly didn’t mean any offense.

Got7: First kiss.

~Request: Can you make a got7 boyfriend first kiss please ? 

~Also, this is kinda long.

Jaebum:  

It happened on your second date with Jaebum. As he walked you to your door, you noticed he had this big grin on his face (gif).

“Why are you smiling like that?” you asked.

“I just..I really like you Y/N,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You smiled widely and blushed. He breathed deeply and stepped closer to you. He ran his hands down your arms and took yours in his when he reached them. You looked up at him just before he leaned in and kissed your lips firmly. He pulled away after a few seconds and stroked your cheek with his right hand.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he chuckled, letting his hand slip as he turned and walked away. You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.

Jaebum doesn’t seem like the type of guy to wait around, so I definitely see him going for the first kiss on like the second or third date. He’d be gentle but firm. He’d either hold your hands, cup your face or rest his hands on your waist. He’d make it memorable though by saying something cutesy before it or maybe after it. It’d be a really good kiss.

Mark:

You’d been dating for a little over a month and hadn’t kissed yet. You were getting a bit impatient but didn’t want to push him in case he thought it was too soon. You were in the dorms one day and the two of you decided to watch a movie and you offered to go make popcorn. As you were getting up, you leaned down and pecked Mark’s cheek then continued walking to the kitchen like nothing happened. You peaked around the doorframe and laughed at how blushy and shy he was. You got the popcorn and made your way back to your previous spot on the couch beside Mark. 

“Em..what was that for?” he asked shyly and glanced up at you.

“What was what for?” you countered innocently and shoved a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“The kiss,” he said quietly. You swallowed what was in your mouth and shrugged.

“What, am I not allowed to kiss you?” you teased.

“It’s not that. I just wanted to kiss you before you kissed me,” he said and you smiled, putting the popcorn on the table and moving closer to him.

“Mark that wasn’t a kiss, it was a peck. So technically, neither of us have ‘kissed’ the other yet,” you reassured him with a small smile that he mirrored. His eyes fell down to your lips then back up to meet yours. You raised your eyebrows expectantly and he leaned in slowly, cupping your right cheek with his hand. Your eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck. Seconds passed and he pulled away reluctantly.

“Well that was certainly worth the wait,” you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Mark would take his time. He’d have you thinking he’d never kiss you. You might have to take matters into your own hands but he’d probably prefer to be the one to initiate the kiss. It’d be a really sweet, soft and gentle kiss with a slight hint of hesitation. Mark would either cup your cheek or face with his hand(s) or have a hand on the back of your neck. It’d be such a cute kiss and would leave both of you feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Jackson:

5th date of your courtship with Jackson Wang and he took you out for ice cream. You were sitting across from each other, laughing and talking as you ate. He suddenly started giggling quietly to himself, his eyes fixed on your face. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ve got some ice cream there,” he said gesturing to the corner of your mouth. You blushed and reached up to wipe it away but Jackson grabbed your hand.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a cheeky grin and mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned across the table, grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head upwards slightly. He kissed you and moved his lips against yours, thus removing the ice cream from the corner of your mouth. He pulled away and immediately fell into a fit of giggles at your rose tinted cheeks and red tipped ears.

“Ah Y/N! You’re so cute,” he giggled as he kissed your forehead. 

Jackson would want to wait for the right moment. Whether that came early on or later didn’t really matter to him. He’d find an excuse or ‘logical’ reason to kiss you. It’d be sweet and playful but firm. He’d grab your chin or the back of your neck or pull you flush against him by your waist. It’d be a good kiss and would certainly leave you a bit dazed afterwards.

Jinyoung: 

The two of you were laying next to each other on your bed, just talking about everything and anything. You were laughing at a story he’d told you about his members and he was looking over at you adoringly. You glanced at him and blushed when you found him looking at you. Before you could say anything, Jinyoung had his left hand on your hip and his right by your head supporting him as he loomed over you. Your eyes met and you both grinned sheepishly. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. Your arms wound around his neck and the kiss deepened. Time slipped by and eventually you broke apart purely for the reason that you both needed oxygen. He smiled down at you sweetly then kissed your forehead before rolling back onto the bed. 

Timing wouldn’t really be a thing that Jinyoung would think about. When it happened, it happened. He’d be more passionate about it than the others and would let it carry on so the kiss wouldn’t be just a peck. His hands would be either on your waist or the small of your back or maybe one on your waist and one cupping your cheek. It’d start off as a soft kiss but would soon deepen and get more passionate. It’d be the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless.

Youngjae: 

You’d always found Youngjae’s shyness endearing and cute but you also knew you’d have to take the lead when it came to any form of skinship or relationship stuff, well most of it at least. After Youngjae attempted to kiss your cheek but just ended up laughing awkwardly in your ear instead, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You were in a park, walking hand in hand and talking about everything that had happened in your respective lives since that last time you’d spoken. As you were walking, Youngjae caught sight of a playground. He headed straight for it with you in tow. You laughed fondly as you watched him make a mad dash for the swing set and launch himself onto one of the swings. He looked over at you with his signature sunshine smile.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” he called and you jogged over to him. You sat on the swing beside him and you two resumed talking as you both started swinging. The day had faded into evening and you’d both stilled your swings. ‘Well now’s as good a time as any,’ you thought to yourself as you got off your swing. You walked over to Youngjae and stood in front of him, your hands on the chains of the swing. He continued talking but blushed profusely. You smiled softly and leaned down to his level. Youngjae immediately started giggling.

“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked between giggles.

“You’ll see,” you smirked and leaned in. Youngjae’s eyes widened as yours closed and you kissed him gently. He smiled and closed his eyes, moving his hands to your waist. When you pulled away, he looked up at you with adoring eyes and the biggest smile humanly possible.

“Thank you,” he whispered softly and you both laughed.

“Did you really just thank me for kissing you Choi Youngjae?” you laughed and he poked your sides gently, laughing with you. Now a bit more confident, he leaned up and kissed you, pulling you closer by your waist.

Youngjae is so adorably shy and awkward, there’s very little chance of him being able to work up the nerve to kiss you without you having kissed him first. Initiating the kiss would be kinda awkward but the kiss itself would be really sweet and gentle. He’d probably only put his hands on your waist at first and would just let you take the lead. It’d be one cute kiss though and you’d both be shy afterwards.  

BamBam: 

You always found it funny how Bambam acted so arrogant and self-assured when you knew how he really was. You knew he was just an adorable goofy dork. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him on your couch, smiling adoringly at him as he animatedly described something one of the 97′ liners had done. He was getting so into telling the story and you found it so cute that you couldn’t resist leaning over and pecking his cheek. He froze mid-sentence (gif) and turned to you with wide eyes and a slightly smug smile.

“I’m just too irresistible aren’t I?” he smirked as you blushed slightly and rolled your eyes.

“Wow Bambam, great job. You’ve ruined the mo-” You were cut off by his kiss. His hands ghosted down your sides and came to rest on your hips. He pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers found their way his hair and you entwined them with his locks. Bambam smiled softly into the kiss then pulled away but kept a firm hold on you.

“You really like my hair, don’t you?” he laughed as you scoffed and shook your head with a smile. You merely nodded then looked back at him. The way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the most precious thing on earth and you felt your heart swell as he blushed before looking away shyly. A blushing Bambam was a rare sight and you loved that you had that affect on him. 

The kiss would happen when it happens. Whether it was initiated by him or his partner wouldn’t really matter to him all that much. It would be a sweet and playful kiss, that would definitely bring out his shyer side. His hands would probably be at your waist or he might wrap his arms around you. It would be accompanied by a cute lead up and a cuddle session afterwards, all contributing to a memorable first kiss.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom decided that today was the day. After weeks of his hyungs hyping him up, he’d finally decided it was about time he kissed you. And sweet Jesus he was nervous. You’d noticed he seemed a little off during dinner but put it down to tiredness and stress. You knew something was up when he walked straight past the café where you always went for dessert.

“Yugyeom, where are you going?” you asked in confusion. He grinned at you sheepishly as he slid his hand into yours and wove your fingers together. Okay, now you were really confused. Yugyeom hadn’t held your hand like that in public before. You looked up at him and he winked at you cheekily before he began walking again, pulling you along behind him by your hand. You walked on for a while and soon you recognised your surroundings. ‘Why is he taking me to the dorms?’ you wondered, more intrigued than before. Eventually, you reached the dorm and Yugyeom pulled you inside then shut the door behind you. The first thing you noticed was the soft music that replaced the usual bustle of the place. You turned away from the door and gasped. 

The living room was illuminated by soft fairy lights strung from the ceiling’s corners. The coffee table had been replaced by a fluffy blanket and a multitude of throw pillows. The blanket was littered with boxes of your favourite pastries and cakes from the café, accompanied by your usual drink and Yugeom’s side by side in the centre of the blanket. You smiled, almost giddy with happiness.

“Happy one month anniversary Y/N,” Yugyeom said from behind you. You turned back to him and hugged him. He giggled at your cuteness and hugged you back. You pulled away slightly to look at him.

“This is so sweet Yugyeom. You really didn’t have to do all this,” you said softly and Yugyeom’s bright smile dimmed slightly.

“Do you not like it?” he asked worriedly.

“I love it Yugyeom. Really, I do. Thank you,” you reassured as his face light up instantly and he blushed. He led you over to the blanket and you sat down next to each other.

*** 

After eating one to many baked goods, you and Yugyeom were telling each other random childhood stories. You both leaned towards each other as you laughed. The laughter died down when you realised how close you were. Yugyeom’s eyes darted from yours to your lips and he licked his nervously. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to you. Your breath hitched as his became uneven.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered and you nodded more eagerly than you meant to. He chuckled lowly then closed the short distance between you two, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

Yugyeom would be the one to plan it out. He’d do something really cute and romantic to set the mood before the kiss. He would want to make it perfect as it would very likely be his first but mainly because it would be his first with his partner. After having an amazing date beforehand, the kiss itself would just happen naturally. It would be a very sweet kiss. 

~A/N~ I really loved writing this. I love these kinds of requests; they’re so cute. Requests for ships are now closed but requests for everything else are open so, feed the inbox!


Tom laid on his back in his black and white suit on the hotel bed while Harrison banged on the bathroom door. His hands were folded across his chest as chuckled at [Y/N] and Harrison’s bickering through the closed door.

“Ease up, mate.” Tom yawned. The only downfall of being invited to events was switching time zones. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up. “We did only give her a three hour heads up.”

Harrison huffed, rolling his eyes while leaning against the opposing wall. “But aren’t girls usually good with last minute things?”

Tom raised a brow, “Um, I think it’s the exact opposite really. Girls always take forever to get ready.” Chucking one of the pillows at him, he laughed. “Even if we left right now, we’d be early.”

“I don’t even care about leaving, I just have to take a piss is all.” Harrison replied with a slight twinge of irritation kissing his words. “I could do so if someone would hurry their arse up!”

“Bloody fucking Hell, Haz.” [Y/N] yanked open the bathroom door, her face in a scowl. “Need to take a fucking whiz, do you? Go for it you little shit.” Her hand gesturing to the toilet.

Harrison stood up straight, his jaw dropping at the sight of his friend. Sure, he had seen her dolled up before but that was the thing. He had seen her in thousand dollar gowns for movie premieres but never like this. Never so simple and breathtaking.

Her hair was loose and wavy instead of pinned back in an intricate way. Her lips were dusted lightly with a soft pink and all he could focus on were her lashes. Not a lick of makeup were touching her lids except mascara and maybe a little dash of nude shimmer. Her cheeks were rosy but that came with her frustration. It was strange to see [Y/N] so dolled down but up at the same time. It was messing with his brain.

“Cat got your tongue, mate?” Tom teased as he stood up to see why Harrison suddenly froze up. As he rounded the wall, he stopped dead in his tracks. “[Y/N], you-you look stunning!” Just like Harrison, Tom was at a loss for words.

Her cheeks flushed, “Thank you,” tucking a chunk of hair behind her ears, “come on guys, it’s not that different from what you’re used to.”

Harrison shook his head, still unable to produce words. Scratching the back of his head, he exchanged looks with Tom. “You look incredible, [Y/N].”

Chewing on her lip, she glanced down at the last minute dress she had snagged from one of the LA shops on her strip. “I don’t know if this will do though.” She smiled at their expressions, Tom and Harrison weren’t the very best at hiding their facial movements. “You two look sharp! This dress is so simple and-”

“-perfect.” Tom responded, shaking his head, still unable to wrap his head around how beautiful she looked. He had gotten the chance to work with [Y/N] on a small film a few years back and built a very on and off again friendship. It wasn’t anything like an on and off again relationship but more or so they’d hang out like crazy and then months would pass by without either of them speaking a word to each other. It was just how it happened to work out.

One would spark up a conversation through text or twitter and the cycle would repeat. Harrison just got to know [Y/N] by default and had a similar style friendship. The only difference was that he’d spam her on a regular basis with funny memes. Tom would just kind of forget until she’d pop up on his instagram feed and the memories of their fun would play in his brain like a movie. 

“I have to agree with Tom on this one, [Y/N].” Harrison grinned as he winked at her. “You’re really hot.” 

Playfully rolling her eyes, she swatted Harrison. “Shut up, you sarcastic asshole.” 

Harrison laughed, “But I’m not being sarcastic this time!”

Rolling them again, she chuckled. “Go take a piss and we will leave, okay?” Shoving Harrison in the bathroom, she closed the door behind her. Looking at Tom, she motioned behind her. “How in the world do you handle all the time?”

“With great difficulty.” 

“I give you props, oh, here let me fix your bow.” She took a step forward, her hands gently readjusting the bow-tie. Her breath hitched in her throat when she finally noticed Tom looking at her. 

“[Y/N],” He started.

“Yes?” She whispered.

“I think we shouldn’t drift apart this time….”

Nodding, “I agree.” 

End Of The Road (Edward Nygma x Reader) - One Shot Smut

Requested by anon:  you`re trying to run away from Ed because he became too possessive but he hunts you down because you’re his.

Warnings: Smut, Break up, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Public Sex, Choking. 




You should have known it was futile to try and leave him. When you know perfectly well what kind of man Ed is, how deadly possessively he can be. What he had done to Kristen when she tried to leave. But he had served his time in Arkham; he had a diploma that said he was sane. So it wouldn’t be a problem now, right? To leave him?

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One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!


“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.

-

Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

-

Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.

-

Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

momiji-the-bunny  asked:

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!


Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one…Two…Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.

BTS reaction when they want to bite you (Vampire!AU)

requested by anon

background - they want to be with you for a long time, more specifically: forever. You get scared by their different behaviour toward you, thus resulting in you locking yourself in your room only for them to assure you they don’t mean any harm - they just love you too much.

Seokjin

Normally Jin would never even talk about the option of biting you, but today it was different. His hooded eyes looked at you from across the room, full of heated determination. ‘I’ll need you to be mine. Right. Now.’ Out of shock you quickly walked to the nearest room, closing and locking the door behind you. You hear his footsteps slowly coming your way.

“Y/N, jagi, please listen to me. I’m sorry, normally I can control it, but my feelings for you have been growing too much…I’m sorry.”

Originally posted by honeybabyluv

Yoongi

It wasn’t a rare occasion that you found yourself pushed down on the sofa by Yoongi. He didn’t feel the need to control his urges and overwhelmed you whenever he felt like it. You enjoyed it nonetheless, but when you felt his sharp teeth scratching your skin lightly, you panicked, pushed him to the ground and ran to your room, locking yourself in. Upon hearing Yoongi’s low chuckle, you felt a little scared, but his calm voice spoke to you from the other side of the door.

“You know, for a second there I really thought of biting you. It’s your decision in the end, I hope you can trust me to never do it without your consent, Y/N.”

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Namjoon

You enjoyed sitting in comfortable silence with Namjoon, it never felt awkward especially when you both shared the love for literature and poetry. Focusing intensely on the book in your hands, you didn’t notice Namjoon getting up from his spot and walking over to you. ‘I can’t control it anymore, I’m sorry’ was what he whispered to himself before taking big steps in your direction, but you were quick to react, throwing your book to the side and closing the door shut after dashing to your room, Namjoon right behind you on the other side of the door. You heard a sigh.

“I don’t know what came over me. Sometimes…my love is just too strong and I lose every common sense. I hope you can forgive me.”

Originally posted by seokjohn

Hoseok

The passion for dance was what connected you and Hoseok, intensifying your love for each other on a different level, a level even you couldn’t quite comprehend. After finishing your choreography together, you fell to the ground exhausted by the exercise. You heard Hoseok coming over to you and laying down next to you, leaning on his elbow, watching you. All of a sudden his eyes changed, they became dark and full of desire. You knew what it meant, so you ran to the room next to the dance studio, locking the door behind you. Hoseok got up quickly and you heard his footsteps coming in your direction.

“Jagi? Are you alright? I’m sorry if I scared you, honestly. I just lost control for a second, but I promise I’ll hold myself back next time.”

“Next time?” You heard Hoseok chuckle.

“You know, my love for you will only grow, so will the urge.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Jimin

It was another movie evening for you and Jimin, something you always looked forward to. The movie you chose wasn’t exactly gripping or even entertainting, but just the joy of being with your boyfriend was enough for you. You were cuddled together on the sofa, your head resting on his shoulder when all of a sudden you felt his lips on the top of your head, then your forehead, slowly making their way down toward your lips where they lingered for a while and finally went down to your neck. ‘I can’t take it anymore, I need you to be with me’ you heard Jimin whisper, but before he could proceed you jumped up and locked yourself in your room, Jimin following you, leaning against the door.

“Y/N, I-I don’t know what that was, I-I’m normally not this weak, but it’s just…you. You’re the reason I can’t control myself, you alone and my immense love.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Taehyung

You were having a playfight with Tae, something that occurred on a regular basis. The thing that was different this time however, was your boyfriend teasingly kissing you down your neck when suddenly you felt his fangs grazing your skin lightly. Pushing him off, you made a run for your bedroom door, locking it shut. You heard Tae’s heavy footsteps and shortly after he was knocking on the door, softly.

“Jagi? Are you okay? I’m sorry, really, I didn’t mean to, i-it just kind of…happened. Forgive me.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Jeongguk

You haven’t been together for a long time, but that didn’t mean that your love for each other wasn’t real and strong. Visiting Jungkook was always something you looked forward to, feeling safe with him around. You hugged each other, but this time it lasted longer than usual, Jungkook holding onto you tightly. ‘I can’t hold back anymore’, you heard his voice whisper in your ear, his teeth scraping your cheek. Before he moved further down, you escaped from his hug and ran to the room next to you, making sure the door was locked. Jungkook quickly went after you, sighing when he noticed you locked yourself in. 

“Listen, Y/N… I’m sorry, I really am, but it’s getting harder…it’s getting harder holding back, my-my feelings for you…I just can’t describe how much love I have for you.” 

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

-Moon

We’re Together

A Richonne one-shot on how Rick deals with jealousy. Hope you enjoy it!


Rick stood at a distance as he watched Michonne elegantly whirl and swish her sword with skilled precision as a group of mesmerized students copied her every move.

Ezekiel had convinced them to give weekly weapons training to his people at the Kingdom. They were reluctant at first but quickly realized it gave them a chance to go on frequent road trips together.

A smile spread across his lips as he remembered last night’s trip. They’d become sidetracked and spent the night hidden in a thick of trees, raucously debuting the back of their newly acquired van. It made him wonder if the Hilltop needed help with their weapons training, too.

A voice interrupted his shameless thoughts. “Wow, that woman is incredible.”

Rick glanced over at the astonished younger man beside him. He didn’t recognize him but then again, he knew only a handful of people from Ezekiel’s community. Everybody else all seemed to cower away every time he or anybody from the group showed up at their gate. Although, judging by his confident way of approaching him, this guy wasn’t familiar with the protocol.

Deciding to give into a bit of small talk, Rick adjusted his hands on his hips and nodded proudly, engaging with the guy complimenting his woman, “She is good.”

The guy shook his head in reverence. “More than good. She's…she’s something else.” He stared at her with a dopey smile on his face.

Rick knit his brow. He didn’t much like that look on his face. But then again, Michonne had told him to give these people a chance. He merely rolled his shoulders uneasily. “Yeah?”

The guy nodded in veneration. “We talked this morning. She told me how she learned to handle that weapon of hers. Self-taught. Not a single lesson.” He shook his head in awe. “That’s just impressive.”

Rick lightly sucked in his cheeks, the taste on his tongue souring. This guy’s compliments were quickly getting on his nerves. Hopefully, the guy knew when to shut his mouth before things got ugly. “Impressive,” he repeated without growling.

The enthralled man heaved a sigh. “That Michonne is amazing.” They watched as she bent over to lay her sword down and pick up her water bottle. Rick glared at the obviously ogling guy. The idiot smiled roguishly, adding, “And hot as hell, too.”

A snarl twitched at Rick’s lip as he slowly tilted his head to eye the oblivious man menacingly. This guy’s flattery had started out innocently enough but was now verging on suicidal. Didn’t he know who he was talking to?

Then he said the words that would seal his fate.

“I think I might, you know, see if she’s interested.”

Rick’s icy blue eyes burned with rage. He glared at him, swallowing back a bitter taste of irrational jealousy. His hand itched to pull out his Colt and put a bullet between his eyes. Instead, he rolled his neck stiffly and turned toward him, ready to pounce at the next comment he made about her. His ears tinged red as he withheld his rage.

The guy, finally picking up on the suddenly tense mood, turned to look at him uncertainly. “Y-you don’t think that’s a good idea?”

The guy’s innocent tone and naïve look prevented Rick from putting him down right then and there. Instead, he held back a glowering look as he pursed his lips tightly and scratched at his beard in feigned consideration. In reality, his skin was starting to crawl with an urgent need to punch his teeth in. “Probably not,” he finally replied with a gravelly voice.

The guy looked around before leaning in conspiratorially. “Why? Is she with somebody?”

He shrugged before lightly sucking in his cheeks again, his hand instinctively resting on his gun. He looked up at him darkly, an unhinged smirk playing on his lips. “We’re together.”

The guy’s face paled as if he’d just stepped in the middle of a hungry hoard. “Ah, shit,” he whispered before clearing his throat and backing away slowly. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to disrespect you or your girlfriend. I just came back from a run a couple weeks ago. I-I didn’t know. Sorry, man, sorry,” he mumbled, quickly turning away, tripping over himself as he sprinted down the road with his tail between his legs.

Catching her breath, Michonne walked up behind her bow-legged man, drinking from her bottled water, puzzled by the guy who had just dashed away from Rick as if he carried some sort of contagious disease.

She stared up at him curiously, wiping at her mouth with her forearm. “Who was that?”

He turned to look at her before roughly pulling her in his arms. She whimpered in surprise, her water bottle dropping to the ground. He pulled her closer and thoroughly paid worship to her irresistible lips. She gripped tightly to his damp curls as he kissed her thoroughly, using his tongue to fully taste her, sucking on her lips as if they were delicate sources of life.

When he finally pulled away, laying only gentle kisses on her lips, her eyelids fluttered open, her head light from the sudden attack. He held her tightly in his arms as she wordlessly and breathlessly questioned him, wondering why the sudden public display of affection.

He gazed down at her mouth as he softly rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. “Thank you.”

Recognizing the tension in his body and his inability to look her in the eyes, she arched her eyebrow as a realization dawned on her: Rick was jealous. An admonishing smile spread across her face. Whatever that guy had said had riled him up. Fortunately for her, a jealous Rick was a ravenous Rick. Knowing she’d pay for it later – a debt she’d gladly cover – she teased him, “Did this one offer to lay with me after?”

He glowered at her as she chuckled at his show of possessiveness. She shook her head delightedly and kissed him a final time before pulling away. Leave it to her man to get jealous when she had a job to do. He’d just have to wait until the drive home for her to remind him of all the reasons he made her feel the way no other man ever could.

She picked up her water bottle, intentionally bending to give him an eyeful, before turning to walk backwards toward her group of awaiting students. “Next time, ask if he’s into bowl cuts and garbage piles. We might know somebody.” She grinned at him playfully, turning to head back to work.

He smirked at her with a knowing look in his eyes as she continued her lesson, his jealousy abating and his heart a little bit fuller.

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Imagine Steve actually dating or marrying Diana Prince/Wonder Woman!

inspired by this thread because it is a brilliant head canon, oh man.

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“C’mon, Cap.  Just one date.”

“No, Tony.  I don’t want to be set up with anyone.”  

Tony meant well, which was half the problem.  But Steve didn’t want to go on a blind date when he already had a girlfriend (and maybe, hopefully, if he was lucky, a fiancée in just a couple more weeks).  

But it was getting harder to put Tony off.  He sighed, and picked up his phone.  They’d been having the conversation for some time now. The right time and the right place to make an official announcement.  Part of their delay was about keeping the other safe, and part of it was how deliberate and careful they’d both become when it came to the people in their lives that they cherished.   

If a dashing man showed up to your office with flowers and asked if you’d come meet his friends, would you be all right with that?

Tony was chattering on again, and it was only a few moments before Steve’s phone buzzed with a reply.

If it’s the man I’m thinking of, he’s always been a gentleman. I trust his judgment.  Yes.  

And then, a moment later:  Gladiolus.

Steve huffed a laugh, forwarding the single word to Tony’s AI. “You get that, Friday?”

“They’ll be ready, Captain Rogers.”

“-Wait, what?”  Tony stopped his ramble.  (Steve had forgotten he was still talking).  

“I’ll be back soon.  With a guest.”  He leveled his best Don’t Disappoint Captain America look at Tony.  “Be polite.”

**

When he returned, Tony’s confusion had morphed into impatience. For the span of three seconds. 

“Oh my god.  Steve. Please tell me what I think you’re telling me.  Oh my god.”

Diana set her bouquet down gently and gave Steve an indulgent, impish smile.  “Steven and I thought it was time we meet each other’s friends.”

Steve felt his smile nearly split his face.  “Tony, this is my girlfriend, Diana.”

“I really should have seen this coming.  Rescind the ‘genius’ title.”

Which, Steve was pretty sure, was as close to ‘speechless’ as Tony ever got.  

Andre Burakovsky #1

PART TWO // PART THREE

I’ve found a new love for the Washington Capitals and you can blame this guy mostly. But anyways, I really liked writing this so I hope everyone likes it too haha. Requests are open! :)

Word Count: 1,275

Originally posted by puck-me-pls

Leaving bed in the morning was always hard. Add a large cuddly man in the bed beside you, begging you not to go, and it was even harder. “No, stay, please,” Andre whined while you pulled back the covers and set your feet on the cold flooring beside the bed. 

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Rough Day at Work?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x unnamed reader
Rating: M (Smut) 
summary: Thomas is stressed at work lately, so you take in upon yourself to relieve his stress at the office.

@thedoctorsfavoriteband @hamfamhamfam


“How’s Thomas?” Eliza asked you as she refilled her glass of lemonade. You were currently sitting on the patio of your backyard, it was a nice afternoon when your friend Eliza came over to chat. You knew Eliza from college and you were quite close friends with the rest of her family like her husband, Alexander Hamilton, much to the dismay of your own husband, Thomas Jefferson.

“He’s good but he’s been so stressed lately,” you respond leaning back into your chair “I worry about him sometimes.” Thomas was surprisingly a loving husband. He was cold and calculated to all his co-workers but whenever he’s with you, he turns into the gentle and loving man you married. But lately, he’d been spending so much of his time at work, his boss giving him long assignments on the daily, almost completely depriving Thomas of any sleep.

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Reunion

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Pairing: Dash Wilder x Reader

GIF Warning: ^^^

Warnings: rough sex, car sex, thigh riding, choking, name calling, daddy kink, spanking, just rough and nasty.

Rating: Explicit af

A/N: Bitch there is no reason beyond the fact that Dash is sexy and his booty is so thicc. Also, he is just so damn pretty and I love him and more people need to love my Triple B (Big Booty Boy) more!

Tags!: @heyambrose, @thedeboniardevistation, @hiitsmecharlie, @freekmode (my fellow Dash Wilder Booty Club member!), @tjdarkings, @wwe-blog-2017, @wweshesaro, @bebbyt, @imladylunaticbitch, @wrasslesmut, @kaydee-kayyyy, @gelinas22


You and Dash Wilder weren’t an ‘item’, you two were…well fuck buddies. Both of you couldn’t ever keep your hands off each other. When you two were back in NXT, you guys made an agreement. Sex, rough, amazing sex, with no strings attached. It was so mindblowing the first time that you guys had sex, it was all night. To be clear, it was literally sunset to sunrise. There was barely a break, only two fifteen minute breaks that was just you two laying in bed and watching TV.

After then, you two would disappear after almost every PPV, finding a little room in the back of the building. Dash was a rough man that will slap your ass until it’s raw if you forgot to call him daddy. So seeing him on Raw made you rather hot and bothered.

He hadn’t told you that he was coming up and you weren’t able to see him on Saturday because you had meetings and all that stuff before wrestling in your first Wrestlemania. When you saw him, you smiled widely and went over to talk to him. He was standing with Scott over in a little hallway off to the side of the main flow of  people.

His eyes swept you up and down, hungry and needy eyes. You shuddered and his eyes locked with yours again. His lips curled into a smile, taking a step closer. Scott rolled his eyes, said congrats, and left, knowing all too well what was going to happen. Dash reached out and ran a thick finger over your new Women’s Championship belt on your shoulder. “Looks nice on you,” he said, his southern accent dripping with lust.

You smiled. Taking the belt off your shoulder, you laid it over your waist and turned around. “Button is up, please?” His fingertips danced over the bare skin of your back and he pressed himself against you. He smelled amazing, like always, and his breath fanned across your growing hot skin. With a little growl, he kissed your neck, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin.

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Cold Outside (Credence Barebone Imagine)

Your parents weren’t wealthy, they weren’t lavished and spoiled or rotten from the inside out with greed like everyone you knew seemed to think.

You were a simple child, perhaps a little too simple, but careful like your parents nonetheless. You sat on your knees behind the counter of your parents’ pastry shop, sniffling every so often - your nose stuffy and red from the cold.

“Y/N,” your mother said from her place behind the counter, “it’s getting warmer out, why don’t you go play with your friends?”

You looked up from your colouring book on the floor to the woman above and sniffed again, “It’s cold outside, Mommy.”

You heard the hum of an impatient woman and shot up from your place on the floor and straightened up your posture, turning into the back room to fetch your overcoat, scarf and matching gloves.

You recognized that woman immediately, the pointed nose and squinted eyes, she scowled down at you from her place behind the counter. Brown hair cupped by that hideous grey hat, skin wrinkled with anger and form shivering from the cold she loomed you, you forced yourself to smile up at her before dashing past both women with a quiet goodbye.

“Y/N, you forgot to pick up y - ” your mother moaned as you rushed out the door, the bell’s ringing and swinging door the only evidence you were ever there at all.

You always hated being seen by customers, especially that horrible woman. Your mind always exaggerated her features in memory but she was still just as hideous inside as she appeared outside in your mind.

Since your parents had realized their dream of opening a bakery together almost eight years ago, that awful woman came every Monday to purchase treats, for herself of course. You knew she had children of her own - adopted, but still hers.

You’d seen them all shuffle single filed out of that dreary old church every Sunday in their ugly blue uniforms, their mother, leader of the Second Salemers preaching to passersby about the danger of witchcraft in America.

Just as you turned a corner, you were blinded by a thick sheet of paper. “Ah!” You swatted the killer paper out of your face and while the wind tried to carry it away, you turned with a grumble only to be blinded yet again.

“P-Please!” You heard a cry, and as you gripped at the paper angrily, scrunching it up and gaping at the dozens of fliers being swept away with the wind you couldn’t help but feel terrible for ever having felt angry at all.

Ahead of you by just a few paces were four boys, “Please, sto-stop it. I need those.” A pale-skinned boy in an ugly blue uniform crawled around on his hands and knees in a pathetic attempt to pick up the fliers.

The other three boys laughed as they stomped the fliers into the snow and dirt, some picking them up to shred them into pieces just to throw them in the Second Salemer’s face. You frowned, those boys weren’t much bigger or older than you and so you puffed out your chest, your coat stretching snuggly across the expanse of your small chest.

Stomping towards the group fiercely, your little legs took long strides that probably looked ridiculous to anyone else, but intimidating to you. “Stop it!”

Your eyes briefly met with the cowaring boy on the ground, who’s knee-high socks and NSPS uniform was completely covered in mud and a flash of sympathy crossed your youthful face before twisting into an angry scowl which looked more like a pout.

“Leave him alone, what’s wrong with you? Those aren’t your fliers!” You pointed accusingly at the group and stomped your foot. “Go away!”

The red-head of the group snorted at you and bunched up a flier with his fist, tossing it at you and raising his eyebrows tauntingly.

“Why do you care? You part of this circus or somethin’?” The brunette of the group turned and laughed at you, poking his tongue out and shredding up another flier.

“I said go away! Do you want me to start screaming?” You threatened, your bottom lip quivering the more worked up you got. “Oh no, guys, we’d better run. Second Salemer’s gonna start screaming.” The ginger taunted. “More like crying.” The brunette smirked, about to open his mouth to speak again when his face met snow.  “Ow!”

Your hand raised above your head, you stomped your foot again, “Go away! Go away!” You screeched as you flung snowball after snowball at the now retreating group of boys.

“Go! Go!” You had long since forgotten about the stray fliers and so as you chased away the group of tyrants, you accidentally trampled a few with your boots. You stopped immediately and let your arms drop, gasping softly as you ducked down onto the ground to gather the remaining fliers. “I’m so sorry,” you apologized, “I’m gonna tell my daddy and he’ll - “ the boy’s shaky hands shot up to catch yours and he whimpered, head down and body quivering, “Plea-se don’t tell anyone! Ma will find o-out!” He begged.

Your eyes widened as they met his properly, his pale face was beginning to grow red, the tips of his ears, nose and lips were all beginning to deepen in colour and as you took in his strangely sharp features, you realized his eyes were also growing puffy and red. He was crying.

“I lost the fliers, Ma is going to be livid with me.” He panicked, scavenging through the melting snow as tears fell from his brown eyes. “These ones are all wet and soggy,” you told the boy, and he almost immediately started wailing, head in his hands - he cried and cried and just wouldn’t stop.

“It’s okay, it’s fine. We can just go get the other ones, right? Those boys threw a whole lot in that direction.” You pointed a finger in the opposite direction and the raven haired boy sniffled, his cries slowly subsiding until only soft hiccups remained. “I-I can’t collect all of them, there’s so many.” You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrists, pulling the small boy up into his feet.

“I’ll help, silly.” The boy was completely at a loss for words as you turned, hand-in-hand and running off down the street to fetch his fliers. “We need to hurry, Mommy said it’ll rain today.”

Struggling to keep up with your quick steps, the boy’s eyes wandered from the street ahead to your hand cupping his mindlessly. His eyes watered but he quickly blinked away the tears, he was truly terrified right now. “Look, Second Salem boy - fliers!” You turned to face the brown eyed boy and smiled widely, “I’ll go get those ones across the street, you get the ones here.”

You dashed across the street after a quick left-and-right. You busied yourself catching fliers from the ground, the air and even peoples’ hands to get as many as possible in a nice, neat stack.

On your way back, your eyes scanned the street for the timid boy you’d met, but you saw nothing. You clutched the stack close to your chest as you walked, checking alleyways, looking through glass windows and turning corners. Only when you gave up and began your trek home did you find him again by the side of the street, picking fliers from the gutter.

“There you are,” you pouted, “I thought you left me to do the work.” The boy looked up at you wide-eyed, about to speak when his eyes were forced shut - a droplet of rain had landed on his forehead.

“Oh, oh n-no.” You smiled at the boy, “C'mon,” you grabbed him by the tie carelessly and dragged him down the street and into your parents’ pastry shop away from the cold and the rain. “Mommy, I brought a friend!” You called, smiling at the regulars seated by the window and far wall of the store on your way in. “Mommy, I brought a - ”

“And what’s your friend’s name, dear?” Your mother’s head revealed itself from behind the counter, oven mitts adorning her hands. “This is, uh,” you stopped and frowned almost immediately, your entire body freezing up in thought.

Anyone else who didn’t know you would’ve assumed something was seriously wrong with you at that moment, but your mother and a few customers joined together to laugh at your odd behavior.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Your mother knelt down to eye-level with the boy at your side, all the while you stood useless, still attempting to remember the boy’s name. Had he even told it to you at all? It took a moment for him to respond, but he eventually spoke after a long, timid stare at the ground. “C-Credence, ma'am. Credence Barebone.”

You smiled up at your mother almost instantly, “Credence! His name is Credence, Mommy!”

You clapped your hands together and gasped as the fliers flew to the ground. “Where did you meet Credence, Y/N?” Your mother asked as she began collecting fliers from the ground, brows furrowing as she skimmed over the content. “Ah, a Second Salemer?” The boy, Credence, began shrinking under the gaze of everyone excluding yourself, as you were oblivious to the agenda behind the extremist group.

“Well,” Your mother smiled at you and then at Credence, “you can’t hand out fliers in that weather.” She motioned outside with a nod and you turned to look outside where the rain angrily patted against the glass window. Credence panicked at this, turning to you with wide eyes.

“Ma will definitely give me a lashing for this, I-I should go.” You pouted and reached out, caging Credence’s arm in yours and urging him to come with you to the kitchen, “Well I’m sure your Ma wouldn’t mind you staying for a little while longer? I could give her a discount on her next order of pastries.”

Your mother wriggled her brows suggestively and you nodded, “Please stay and play with me, Credence. I’ll even help you hand out fliers next time!”

Credence bit his lip and looked from you to the door for several moments before the alluring aroma of whatever was being baked and your pleading stare seduced him beyond reason into staying. “I-If it’s not too much trouble, ma'am, may I stay?” You squealed and clutched Credence’s arm tighter, looking up at your mother thankfully.

“Of course, dear,” your mother said. “It’s cold outside.”

Jared Leto x Reader

Requested by Anon: “What about the reader planning their wedding with Jared and he is super excited about all the details! Saw a gif about it the other day and want a full on story <3 If that’s lame, thats cool too 😂😂😂 I’m not goof with this stuff.

So I went a little above and beyond with this! There is link below for the song for their first dance, I hope you like it!💕

Whitney Houston x All The Man That I Need

The curtains billowed in the cool morning breeze, followed by the the alarm screeching at you. Without looking you shut it off and rolled over to give Jared a morning breath kiss, only to find that he was gone. 

‘What time is it?’ 

You sat up to check the clock and saw that the room was full of bouquets of different sizes and different types of flowers, each more pretty than the last. Slowly you got out of bed and walked over to the nearest one, running your hand over the soft petals of the roses. You picked a white rose out of the bunch and held it up to your nose, breathing in the fresh and sweet scent of the flower.  

‘How’d he get all of this in here without waking me up?’

You walked out of the room and found that the hallway was just as packed with flowers as the room was. A smile crept across your face as you strolled among them, it was just like walking through a meadow in spring. The house smelled natural and heavenly.

‘What is all of this?’ 

The entire house was filled almost floor to ceiling with flower arrangements. When you found Jared, he was sitting at the island in the kitchen, surrounded by flowers and paperwork with his laptop in front of him. You leaned against the wall, bringing the rose to your nose once again, watching him as he worked. His brow was furrowed as he looked back and forth between the papers and laptop.

“Hey there handsome.” His face lit up as soon as he saw you. He left his work and practically ran over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggled as he set you down and placed a gently kiss on your cheeks.

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“What is all of this?” you pointed the rose to the flower arrangements that surrounded the both of you in the kitchen. 

“Your bouquet!”

“Jared, there is more than one here and they’re all so big!” you said laughing at how overzealous he was being. He looked around the room like there was nothing unusual about the amount of flowers that were in the house.

“Yeah I know but I you haven’t picked what you wanted yet and I figured that this was a perfect reason to shower you in flowers.” 

“Spoiling me already are you?” He took the rose from your hand and placed it between his teeth, he grabbed your hand and took a step back, swinging his arm behind him dramatically.

“Oh, you know it baby!” He pulled your arm and spun you into him, holding you from behind he started to sway to a song that only he could hear. Just then the phone rang and he left you to run over to it. 

“Hello?” You walked into the living room leaving him to his phone call and see what other kinds of flowers were laying around. You stopped in front of an arrangement of red roses made to look like a giant heart. You smiled warmly as you looked around at the others.

“BABE!” You ran back into the kitchen to see him packing up his papers and his laptop and putting them away. His hair swinging around his shoulders as he moved at top speed.

“What’s up buttercup?” You walked up behind him placing your arms around his waist hugging him, trying to slow him down. He was so excited about the wedding that he took over the appointments so that you could relax.

“You and I are going to go have breakfast and then an appointment at the reception hall, the florist and then a cake tasting!” He sounded like a kid that just found out they were about they were on their way to Disney.  You could feel the excitement radiating off of him as you held him in your arms.

“Come on, we have to get dressed and go!” He spun around in your arms and picked you up by your waist slinging you across his shoulder, you screamed as he spanked you before taking the stairs two at a time. When he reached the room he threw you on the bed, not missing a beat he slid in between your legs and kissed you passionately. 

“God, I love you.” He said looking deep into your eyes. His eyes always made you feel vulnerable and safe at the same time. You loved the way he looked at you even when you were in trouble.

“God, I love you.” You said back to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. You brushed his hair behind his ear before smacking his shoulders. Sliding from underneath him you went to the closet to pick out both of your outfits. You set out a black muscle shirt, black pants and his favorite black boots, picking a pink dress and sandals for yourself while Jared showered. You joined him in the bathroom to brush your teeth finding it hard to not join him in the shower.

“Come on Jesus, were going to be late.” You took his hand in yours and led him out the house. When you reached the car he stopped you and opened the door for you then skipped over to the driver’s side. He sped down the driveway towards the city, the wind whipping both your hair and his around.


“How many flavor’s of cake can there be?” You said as you plopped down on the couch exhausted from the cake tasting. You kicked off your sandals and covered your face with one of the pillows on the couch. You could hear Jared laughing at you from across the room, without looking you threw the pillow at him knowing that you’d probably missed. The pillow came flying across the room and land square on your chest.

“You seemed a little stressed, my love. Allow me to help.” You watched as Jared knelt down and rested his head on your stomach, you ran your fingers through his long soft brown hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Your skin is so soft, do you moisturize?” You felt his hand traveling up your leg starting at you rankle. His hand reached your inner thigh and he began to rub your skin in small slow circles 

“No, Jared we said we would wait.” He looked up at you pouting as you continued to rub his head. You laughed at the face he made and rested your head on the back of the couch and closed your eyes.

“But waiting is for…patient people.” He whined 

“Its okay, just one more week, baby.” You said smiling down at him. You imagined him in his tuxedo watching you walk down the aisle, Shannon and Tomo at his side. You couldn’t wait for the day that you would officially become Mrs. Leto.

“What’re you thinking about?” He got up and sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. You placed your head on his lap as he cradled you and you told him about how excited you were about your upcoming wedding day. 

“So what is the plan on the big day?” You asked looking up into his big blue eyes.

“Well the night before I’m going to stay with Shannon and then we get to start the new chapter of our lives together.” He looked down at you and kissed your forehead. He stared at you for a while rubbing the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to keep them open but exhaustion won.

“Is my blushing bride sleepy?” He said after you yawned. Carefully he picked you up and cradled you in is arms and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He set you down on your side of the bed and began to undress you.

He unzipped your dress and helped you to stand up so he could slide it off of you. You lost your balance as you attempted to step out of your dress, Jared caught you and held you close to him before setting you back down on the bed.

“Look at you, not even a drop of alcohol and you’re just all over the place.” He laughed as you hit him multiple times with one of the pillows on the bed. He grabbed your legs and laid them down on the bed and placed the warm covers over you. You turned and watched as he got undressed and slid into bed next to you. 

He pulled you closer and you pressed your face into his chest as he stroked up and down your back. He moved the hair out of your face and went back to rubbing your back

“Hummm.” Your voice was muffled by his chest. His laugh rumbled deep inside his chest making you smile. He began to hum for you, slowly lulling you to sleep.

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“(Y/N), you alright?” Your maid of honor asked you, her face betraying how concerned she was for you. She was floating around you all day making sure that your hair, make up and dress were perfect.

“Yeah (B/F/N), I’m just nervous is all.” A nervous laugh escaped you. Taking a deep breath and you stood up from your chair as she set the top of your veil in hair, placing the lace in front of you face. You looked at the door in fear when you heard the playlist begin. 

“Its time! I’ll see you out there, you look so beautiful.” She gave you a big hug and then dashed out of the room with the rest of your bridal party. You smoothed the lace on your gown trying to keep busy until your dad came to get you.

‘He’s not out there yet…I still have time.’

You rushed over to your phone and dialed his number. 

“Hey, baby.” Hearing his voice made the weight on her chest disappear. You felt relieved and happy to be talking to him.

“Hi.” exhaling the breath that you didn’t know that you were holding.

“What’s wrong?” he sounded concerned.

“I’m just nervous is all.” You said laughing at yourself.

“Its okay baby. I am too.” Hearing that he was nervous too made you feel so much better. It always seemed like he was never nervous or afraid of anything. He was the bravest person you knew and you were so happy to finally be his.

“They’re calling me out baby. I’ll see you soon.” He blew you a kiss through the phone and you returned it. You were pacing the room until your dad came in, ready to walk you down the aisle.

“You look beautiful honey.” You flashed your dad a huge smile then took another deep breath and linked your arm with your father’s, holding onto him for support. Your song began to play as the ushers opened the doors.

Everyone was up on their feet staring at you with their phones out taking pictures. You looked around the room shoot shy smiles at everyone, then you saw him. He stood there waiting for you, he watched you with those intense blue eyes, you could seen the excitement written all over his face. Soon it felt like it was only you and him in the room, everyone else disappeared except for you and Jared. 

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You heard the minister say something but you weren’t paying attention, you were completely focused on Jared. He walked up to you and took your arm from your father. You held onto him for dear life as he led you back to the minister.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He leaned forward and whispered in your ear causing you to blush bright red.


“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” Jared turned to you and lifted the veil and placed it behind you. He took your face in his hands and kissed you passionately, you giggled and kissed him back placing your hands on his. 

“I present to you, for the first time, Mr and Mrs. Leto.” Jared took your hand, locking your fingers together and raised it in the air with his while everyone stood up and cheered for you, Jared led you outside and everyone followed.

 Once you were outside Jared dropped your hand turned to you and picked you up by your waist and spun you around in the air. You screamed with laugher as he held you in the air, slowly bringing you back down to earth and kissed you once again. You heard Shannon and Tomo scream and when you looked over they were jumping up and down and rushing over to congratulate you two. 

“Welcome to the family, Mrs. Leto.” Jared said before they finally made it over.


Jared held you close as you both swayed to the music. Everyone was watching as you both stood in the middle of the floor for your first dance. He took your hand and stepped away from you and you did the same. He pulled your hand and you spun into him, landing against his chest at the climax of the song making everyone cheer.

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He kissed you once the song was over and passed you over to your father while he went to dance with his mom. Every so often you would look over and catch him watching you. Once this dance was over Jared walked over and took your hand again for another dance, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his, together you let the music move you. 

“I never want to let you go.” He kissed you softly on your nose and tears began to well in your eyes, this was the happiest day of your life and you couldn’t imagine spending it with any other person.

By the end of the night you were ready to sleep for a five months. Relatives and friends fighting for your attention to with you both “eternal happiness together.” Shannon and Tomo were packing the gifts into the limo and Jared ushered you away from everyone towards the car, knowing how exhausted you were. You both waved goodbye to everyone when you turned to him.

“What now?” You said, an excited smile spread across you face as you watched him fake concentration on his answer. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was, knowing that you were two were finally married filled you with so much warmth.

“I’m thinking…Venice.” He looked down at you and then turned to everyone who was standing there waiting to send you off.

“WE’RE OFF TO VENICE!” for the billionth time that day everyone screamed and cheered as you got into the back of the limo. You poured yourself a glass of champagne while you waited for Jared to join you. 

When he got in, he tossed his jacket and bowtie to the side and rolled up the partition.  You watched him closely, completely unaware of what he was planning to do. He crawled over to you and took the champagne flute from you and finished it before kissing you fervently.

“I’ve waited long enough.” You yelped when he laid you on the seat suddenly, you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him back.

“I love you, Mr. Leto.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Leto.”

*Secret Admirer* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Your writing is amazing! Could you do one where Newt and reader are best friends, but Newt is reader’s secret admirer? He leaves her notes and such, but one day reader catches him leaving a note for. No need to hurry though, I know you have lots of requests.

❋ Thank you ^_^ I hope you enjoy! This idea was super cute!!

Newt was never too good with words. Especially when it came to trying to express his emotions. He had kept a secret inside him for a while now and was starting to feel as if he were going to burst if he didn’t tell someone soon. 

Newt Scamander had feelings for someone. But it wasn’t just anybody… it was his best friend. You. The both of you met your first year at Hogwarts and after being sorted in to Hufflepuff together, became very close. Both of you were rather quiet and preferred to not be in large group settings. You tended to shy away from the crowd and that’s how you met.

You were now in your fifth year and there was so denying that Newt was smitten. He found himself smiling like a fool when you were near him or gazing off and staring at you from across the room when you were partnered with Louise in potions class. This, however, annoyed his partner, Matt, who would occasionally have to bring the Hufflepuff back with a slight nudge.

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“Who is that? Who is that!?” Junior barked. He was up on his hind legs as he pressed his face against the front window which looked out on Kent’s drive way. “Who is that?”

“Who?” Kit said lazily without bothering to crack an eyelid from where she was sprawled.

“Him! That guy!” Junior pawed frantically at the glass. “He’s with Kent. Who is he?”

“Are you really going to bark at everyone that comes to the house?”

Junior didn’t reply, and instead, scrambled down from the back of the couch and dashed towards the door just as Kent unlocked it. “Hey, buddy,” came Kent’s voice from the front hall mixed with Junior’s excited yips.

“I cannot believe you actually got a dog, Parser.” Kit frowned as she recognized that voice.

“What? You really didn’t believe me when I said I adopted a puppy?”

“Honestly, you’re weird enough that I half expected to find your cat dressed up in a dog costume.”

Kent’s snort was audible. “Give me some credit here, Swoops.”

“I am giving you credit.”

The voices faded as they drifted into the kitchen with Junior presumably following them. Kit rolled over onto her feet, debating whether she wanted to hide under Kent’s bed or in the unfolded pile of laundry currently in Kent’s closet.

Unfortunately, she took too long to decide, and Kent and Swoops came into the living room, each holding drink, before she could escape. Junior trailed after them adoringly. Kent, at least, stopped to scratch Kit’s head. She had quickly darted up the cat tree and was currently glaring at them from the top tier.

“So, let me guess, the dog’s named after you too?” Swoops said as leaned down to rub Junior’s ears.

“No,” Kent scoffed unconvincingly. “What would make you think that?”

“Your cat,” Swoops said dryly, “is named Kit Purrson.”

“His name is Junior,” Kent responded in mock outrage.

Swoops narrowed his eyes at Kent. “Kent Parson Junior?”

It turned into a staring contest between them, but it was Kent who broke first. “Yes,” he reluctantly admitted. When Swoops started laughing, Kent threw a cushion at him. “Fuck off,” he grumbled.

Junior had managed to scramble onto the couch with them. He had his front paws on Swoops’ thigh as he gazed lovingly up at him. His tail was an excited blur, not even caring that he was whacking Kent’s arm each time he wagged it back and forth. “At least your dog is friendly.”

“Kit’s friendly too,” Kent said, coming to Kit’s defense. He had been randomly flipping through the channels before landing on a rerun episode of a home improvement show with the host that Kit knew Kent had a crush on.

“Dude, your cat hates me,” Swoops said

“She hates you the least,” Kent reassured.

He was right though. If had been anyone else, Kit wouldn’t even be in the room. Swoops was the most tolerable of Kent’s raucous team mates. At least, he’d never drunkenly tried to roughhouse with her like a dog.

Their conversation drifted to other topics, and soon, Kit got bored and fell asleep. When she woke again, the living room was quiet. Yawning, she hopped down and padded quietly over the couch where Kent and Swoops were sprawled out on the sectional.

She had every intention of pawing her human’s face so he could get up and dish out her dinner, but stopped short when Junior perked up when she got closer. He was nestled next to a lightly snoring Kent, but made no move to leave the warm space.

“They’re asleep,” he whispered loudly, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

Kit snorted. “I can see that.”

Junior glanced over Swoops who was ungracefully drooling into a cushion. “I think Kent likes Swoops,” he said conspiratorially, as if it was some big revelation.

Kit rolled her eyes, and had to remind herself Junior hadn’t been around the last two years to suffer through Kent’s unsubtle, long glances and the unconscious smiles that lingered whenever Swoops came around.

Both Junior and Kit were quiet as they took in Kent’s soft expression. “I want him to be happy,” Junior finally said.

“Me too,” Kit sighed.


More Kit and Junior adventures here

thelobsterqueen  asked:

Mum have I ever told you about the time a witchy post came up on my dash going, "how do I get negative energy out of my home" and in between replies along the lines of, "burn xy at yz time of the month and leave xz in every room" I chimed in with, "banging pots and pans together and telling all bad things to fuck the fuck off seems to do the trick for some people", and then they actually tagged me in their "thank you for your replies" post? Cause that happened and I'm amazed.

lol, hey sometimes people just know good advice when they see it :P

Monsta X reaction to their gf being a professional-level pole dancer

continuation: witnessing it for the first time or just finding out about it

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy reading this! i apologize for any misspelled words and wrong grammar. credits to the owners for these gifs!

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Shownu; Ever since Shownu knew that you were a professional-level pole dancer, he would constantly ask you to show him your everyday routine and it was finally that day. You brought Shownu to your practice room and showed him your everyday routine. With a pair of black tank top and a pair of shorts plus the skills of a professional pole dancer, it was hard for Shownu to process.

Wait….. are you sure you don’t have any twin or someone to do that for you?”

“Yes, babe. I’m sure that I was the one who just pole danced a minute ago.”

“Okay, okay…. wait…. was it really you who just pole danced?”

“Yes, babe.”

“Okay….. but babe…. how did you learn to pole dance? Like…. I mean… How… why…. when did you learn how to pole dance?”

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Wonho; With a big smile plastered on his face, Wonho happily skipped towards your studio since he was so excited to surprise you. He actually didn’t know that you had the skills of a professional pole dancer. The loud music echoed throughout the whole hallway which made Wonho more enthusiastic to see you. Pushing the doors open, he almost dropped the plastic bag when he saw you wearing a sheer crop top and a really short shorts (well he’ll be really turned on tbh). You swung your body onto the pole and wrapped your legs around it. By the second you saw Wonho, your eyes widened and you hurriedly, but carefully, came down from the pole.

My, my…. Why did I not know this?”

“Wonho… don’t you dare–”

“Aigoo, my babe just got into another level of hotness. Can you do your routine again?”

“No and why are you even here?”

“You wear these clothes when pole dancing? Nice, nice.”

Originally posted by yoonjih

Minhyuk; You were in the midst of practicing for your finals and it was pole dancing. Minhyuk knew that you were practicing but he overheard a bunch of students that your skills in pole dancing was really good to the point that it created tons of rumors about you. Coming across a bunch of your friends, Minhyuk asked where you were and they told him that you were currently practicing, to which he excused himself and dashed towards the practice room. By the second he came in, you were already coming down from the pole. The sound of Minhyuk’s gasping made you look up and meet his eyes.

Babe… can you… can you do your routine one more time?”

“No, Minhyuk.”

“bUUT BABE U WERE AMAZING JUST A SECOND AGOOOO!!”

“All I did was come down from the pole–”

“But you did it sexily!! Can you show me your routine pleasseeeeeee?!?!?!”

“No.”

“PLEAAASEEEEEEEE.”

Originally posted by beautifulmv

Kihyun; Once your tongue slipped and told Kihyun about you doing pole dancing for a hobby, this literally sparked a lot of interest from him. As much as you wanted to escape, Yoo Kihyun was there to stop you and drag you to your studio. Without any options, you just did what he wanted to see and since he also wanted to learn it, you also had to put up with the shrieks and constant blabbering from him. As soon as you wrapped your right leg onto the pole and let your left hand gracefully do its thing, Kihyun was a great audience.

BAABEEEEE! OMO OMO HOW’D U DO THAT?!”

“Yoo Kihyun, shut the hell up!!”

“BABE WATCH OUT YOU MIGHT FALL!!!”

“SHUT UP YOU’RE PUTTING ME OFF MY GAME!!”

Originally posted by wonhomed

Hyungwon; Pole dancing was your thing. Your hobby. Your stress reliever and all. It was finally the day of your competition and Hyungwon didn’t know any of this. Your friends decided to let Hyungwon tag along, wanting to surprise you. When the emcee calls out your name and you start to perform, Hyungwon would be flustered and dumbfounded. By the second you finished your performance, your friends dragged him to the back stage to congratulate you for your amazing performance.

Babe, are you okay?” “…….”

“How was my performance?” “……”

“Babe?” “…. you know how to pole dance?”

“Yeah.” “For how long?”

“Five years.” “Oh…..”

Originally posted by j00h0ney

Jooheon; The boys actually found a video of you pole dancing during your free time and this was something that could make Jooheon lose his mind. Visiting them was also a plus point since you could explain it to Jooheon. Pressing the play button, the video of you swinging your body around the pole and stuff was shown. Jooheon turns his head and gives you a shocked look and he’d be pretty speechless.

Babe…. what is this?”

“A video of my usual routine..”

“No, what is this?”

“Me pole dancing?”

“What… when?”

“Ever since 1st year of College?”

Originally posted by j00h0ney

I.M; It was finally the time for you to reveal to Changkyun the skill that you’ve never told him. You invited the young child beloved boyfriend of yours to your apartment where all of the pictures of you pole dancing was displayed. You tried to explain it to him, telling him about this skill of yours and how long you’ve been doing this but not as a job. Changkyun would be pretty much speechless, trying to decipher every single information that came out from your mouth.

Wait… what?”

“I’ve been pole dancing for 3 years but it’s just my hobby.”

“Okay…. but…. okay…. how do you pole dance?”

“I pole dance using my limbs… practically my whole body.”

“What do you wear?”

“Clothes?”