this looked prettier before

hux: i would do anything for you, supreme leader

kylo: say my hair is prettier than yours

hux: …almost anything


YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - Clothing Set

#01 - Yasha Katsuki-Nikiforov

I think sometimes you can learn a lot about a person from their clothing choices, and I’ve always sorta wanted to make some fashion sets ^ ^ So I’m making one for the OC kids, starting with the eldest as usual, Yasha! (He’s probably pre-teen-ish around here, maybe, idk)

Yasha still more or less thinks of himself as a boy (when he can be bothered to think about it at all) but loves flowers, pastels, and anything soft and gentle (in harsh contrast to his blunt as a bludgeon personality). And most importantly, he kinda just really hates wearing pants and underwear, when he can get away with full nudity… He takes the young!Victor flower fairy aesthetic to the next level. He can be very picky about what he wears, and usually prefers expensive but relatively unknown specialty brands. His parents, especially Victor, are more than happy to indulge his tastes.


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

This post features the Victor x Yuuri kid, Yasha.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.


PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

My self esteem has taken a huge hit since I cut off all my hair and I’m honestly so glad. I have been shattered. I got rid of something I was known for to an extent. I used my hair as a safety net. I let it define me. I relied on it a lot and I got a ton of attention for it. All the people flipping out over it telling me to grow it back just proves what a big deal it was and still is. I am forced to look at myself as a human being and decide who I am. I’m redefining myself. Some people are saying I’m being dramatic and it’s just hair or that I talk about it too much but I think it just shows how much people don’t understand. My appearance is such a huge part of my identity and it’s wrong. It’s harmful to me. I feel so much pressure to look perfect every day and if I don’t I feel like I don’t matter or I’m letting everyone down. Obviously that is so dramatic and not true at all but it’s such a weak spot for me. When people say things like “sorry you look better with long hair” or “you were prettier before” it can hurt me so bad if it’s at the wrong moment. I am so detached most of the time it really doesn’t affect me but if someone catches me in a weak moment it can get to me and bring me down. I’m tired of seeing myself for my outer shell. I’m tired of feeling scared people don’t love me anymore. As if the entire world loved me before anyway omg 🙄😑 the people who are telling me I’m not pretty anymore never loved me to begin with and I don’t want their approval or anything from them really. I need to stop caring about people who don’t know me. Everyone close to me has been SO supportive and encouraging and it’s been so fun. When I’m calm and comfortable and I look at my hair, my natural reaction is pure happiness. There is no fear, no doubt, no questions. I love my hair! If I wanna grow it out later I will but right now I do love it and want to keep it for a while. I only think about growing it out when the desire to please people starts to creep back in. Thoughts of growing it out come from a place of fear and that sucks. This entire new chapter has been about ditching fear and it genuinely has been so positive. There is the negative undercurrent of fear, yes, but it doesn’t negate the good. I want this to stop. People can and will say whatever they want but I’m doing my part to cut off all negativity. My self esteem is more important than random insensitive strangers on the internet who prefer long-haired women. There are so many accounts you can look at if you want some rapunzel chick. I can’t live for other people. Again, it’s not that they don’t love me anymore, it’s that they never did. The people that know me are so supportive because they know it’s not that big of a deal and that I am SO MUCH MORE THAN MY HAIR. But I need to remind myself of that!!!! And it’s time I show that to the world too. I have so much to share, so much I’ve created and so much that I think about and I intend to put that into the world this year. I am actually finding myself for the first time outside of my appearance. I’m seeing myself in a new light. Of course I’ve always been aware of the fact that I’m more than my looks, I consciously understand that but I can actually FEEL it now. I didn’t truly believe it before. I guess what I hope you guys can take away from this is that if people are defining you by something superficial or if YOU are, challenge that. You are more than what people say about you, what you look like, your circumstances, really anything external. You’re so much more. We have to get in touch with our value as humans, feel it, believe it, live it and SHARE it with the world. Confidence comes from knowing you are full of light and goodness and that no one can change that. I’m only sharing myself with safe people, people who know and understand me. I’m going to continue to be myself to the fullest and put myself out there but I’m no longer giving weight to what people think of my appearance. Of course it’s hard but I welcome the challenge. If I like it, that’s all that matters. My happiness is important and so is yours. So anyway I just wanted to update you guys on my life and let you know that recently I’ve been struggling with this but I’m working through it. If it seems like I’m always dealing with something, it’s because I am hahaha. That’s life when you’re in touch with your feelings, it’s not bad! It’s more challenging but WAY more fulfilling at the end of the day. I love feeling my feelings and acknowledging them and dealing with them, I didn’t always do that and my life was nowhere near as good as it is now. Overall I’m happy and very optimistic, I’m working on myself, my relationships, my music and my health and this year is already turning out to be one of the best yet, despite some bumps. Love you guys and hope this helps you understand me a little more 💜

EDIT: I wanna add on to the first thought that I’m glad my self esteem has been shattered. I wrote this in between takes while shooting a cover today and I forgot to finish that idea. I’m glad I’ve been shattered because I was building myself on a flimsy foundation. My infrastructure was so shaky and flawed, I was doing okay but I needed to be rebuilt. Those pieces of me that were clinging to other people’s opinions and approval needed to crumble so I could rebuild into a better, stronger version of myself. This is a theme in my life. Every few years, whatever pieces of me start to go in a bad direction are eventually destroyed and then I rebuild into a better version of myself haha
Wandering Thoughts

Request: “may I request a Credence x reader smut where reader is Queenie’s apprentice and she starts to be able to read bits and pieces of what Credence is thinking and slowly finds that Credence’s thoughts are not nearly as soft and innocent as he leads on.”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 2.7

Warnings: Implied smut

“Now darling, try to seize that thought. It helps to picture a fist, grabbing onto the details of it.” Queenie coached, placing supportive hands on your shoulders.

You squinted, seeing the thought, but almost as if it were only in your mental peripherals. Tina sat patiently, continuing to focus on the one specific thought for you to capture. Then you saw it. Your hand, reaching out. You grasped the thought, and upon contact the information came flowing into your brain.

“You were thinking about…” You giggled. “How much you’d rather be doing something else.”

Queenie scoffed at her sister, to which Tina just shrugged with a sorry smile. “I’ve got a lot of things to do. It wouldn’t hurt to practice on other people.”

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Habit || Jeonghan || Oneshot

Originally posted by dureowanni

Word Count: 1750

Genre: angst, oneshot

Summary: Habits were the hardest to get rid of. Once you’ve fallen into a routine, you want to keep continuing it. Jeonghan had a routine. He followed it closely for years but one day a part of it was broken. You were no longer there. Only then did Jeonghan realize how integrated you were into his life. Only then did he realize that calling out to you had become a habit. :

Jeonghan pushed the door open and let out a sigh as he kicked the shoes off of his feet. He dropped his keys on the table by the door and pulled his bag off, setting it on the ground beside the couch before he laid down, resting his head against the armrest of it and closing his eyes. He groaned and shifted slightly.

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anonymous asked:

Howdy!~ How about UT & UF Sans & US & SF Pap in a car and they're in the back while somebody else is driving and the crush falls asleep on their shoulder and then the car takes a sharp turn and the crush just falls into said skelly's lap. Instead of waking up, the crush just curld up into the lap and smile and say the skele's name? In a sweet, "I trust you" way. Sorry if its long!! Thanks in advance♡

Asked by @hoot-eggs before I moved the blog

Sorry that these aren’t exactly like the request, but I can only write one scenario so many times without changing it up a bit. I tried to keep the general theme the same though.

US!Papyrus: The most annoying thing about car rides were the fact that he couldn’t smoke. Being forced to spend hours in a metal contraption traveling at over 60/mph was bad enough, not being able to calm his nerves while doing it was straight up hell. And since Blue didn’t support his smoking habit, he refused to pull over. In fact the only time Papyrus had gotten a chance to smoke a cigarette had been when you needed them to pull over at a gas station so you could use the bathroom. After that he had jokingly said that if Blue could pull over to let you pee, he should give him a smoke break too.

Neither of you had been very amused, to say the least, and he should be thankful for the small break he had been given. But that had been hours ago, and he could feel his hand subconsciously shift towards his pocket, itching to light another cigarette. He resisted the urge and resigned to let his leg tap an annoying rhythm against the floor, the sound of the engine drowned the tapping anyway. Leaning forward a bit, he tried to listen to Sans’ and Alphys’ conversation in the front seat, but he quickly grew bored and turned his focus to you. You weren’t asleep, despite looking like it. He could tell the differences, in your breathing and in the way your face twitched when a loose thread tickled your cheek. He’d spent hours staring at you throughout your friendship, silently admiring you when you weren’t paying attention. And he refused to feel weird about it. He liked looking at you, and you weren’t bothered by it, so why should he stop? You shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position with you head against the window. After watching you squirm around for a while, unable to find a way to lean your head just right, he reached an arm out and hooked it on your waist.

Your eyes shot open and looked up as he quietly pulled you against him. Your gaze was dimmed and your eyes hazy, you looked like you were minutes from falling asleep. You made an attempt to speak, but only quiet mumbles could be heard. He hushed you and placed your head on his shoulder, still holding his arm around your waist. You seemed content with this, and closed your eyes as you snuggled into him. A minute passed, and your breaths turned deeper and found a steady rhythm. He loved that sound. It was calming. And if it weren’t for the fact that his mind was occupied with his want for a cigarette, he would’ve probably fallen asleep right then and there, with you in his arms.

He felt content with the situation too, though. And he’d gladly take this over a boring car ride of trying to sleep in the backseat. He’s zoning out while looking out the window, thinking back on his life, from living in the underground to meeting you and then to late nights together at New Muffet’s.

He’s in the middle of reenacting a pun battle he had with the king once, when the car turns sharply and his skull is smacked into the window. Sitting up and rubbing his head to get rid of the pain, he’s sure that he must have gotten his sense knocked out of him, because he could’ve sworn that he heard Blue curse. Before he can ask what happened, Alphys turns around in her seat to ask if he’s alright, and tells them that a car almost pushed them off the road.

Holy fuck, he didn’t expect that. And for some reason he feels almost guilty for zoning out, like it was his fault because he didn’t notice the other car before Blue did. He shakes off the guilt, at least everybody is safe. And nothing happened, nothing’s out of the ordinary.

Except you’re laying down on his lap, which you definitely weren’t before. And holy hell, somehow you’re still asleep. Clutching his hoodie like a life line, face scrunched up in sleepy confusion over what happened. The sudden turn of the car must have shaken you, and maybe triggered a nightmare of sorts. Because your face turns from confusion to fright and you’re almost whimpering, your fists tightening around the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes pressing together.

He doesn’t know what to do, he wants to wake you but that would only scare you further. Moving carefully, he slowly pets down on your head, flattening your hair down and moving his hand in soothing motions. He hushes you quietly, hoping you can hear it over the car engine and your own nightmare. You flinch when his hand makes contact with you, but slowly your whimpering stops and you’re not moving around as much. After a few more seconds of petting you’re breathing normally, face relaxed as you start to calm down. When he decides that you’re no longer having a nightmare he tries to pull his hand away, but yours shoot up to keep it close to you. Your eyes doesn’t open as you quietly breathe out his name, more asleep than awake and still oh so adorable.

‘’I’m here, kiddo.’’ is all he says as he continues to rub your scalp, dragging his hand down to your shoulders every now and then. Your face is once again pressed against his hoodie, and he swears that he hears you inhale deeply into the fabric.

‘’I’m here,’’- he repeats, still rubbing your hair,- ‘’I’ll stay here, hun.’’

But you don’t hear that last part. And as he leans his head back and look out the window, he’s not sure if that makes him relieved or disappointed 

SF!Papyrus: The worst thing about long car rides, were the fact that despite his impressive height, Papyrus was always assigned to sit in the backseat. And while sharing the backseat with you meant one good thing, he couldn’t help but envy his shorter brother and the royal scientist as they sat in the front seat. Both quite a lot shorter than him.

And after hours of sitting hunched over, he could feel his spine grow stiffer. He’d do anything to stretch right now, and feel his joints pop. He absentmindedly popped his fingers as a form of substitute. And averted his gaze from the spacious front seat, he turned it to look out the window. Only three more hours to go. Amazing, he thought.

To lighten his mood, he turned around again to look at you. And he watched you look out your window. The afternoon light made your features look sharper, but it also painted you in a soft, warm glow. Angelic, almost. But it didn’t suit the picture of an angel the underground held. Their view of a savior had been tainted with their violence, their fight to survive. It had been a crueler being they’d imagined back then. He still felt like you were a savior, though. If only to him, although he couldn’t tell you that.

You seemed to notice him stare at you. But when you turned your body, he kept his eyes on you. There wasn’t a lot else to look at, so he figured he could get away with it this time. And when your eyes met his, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. Keeping your gaze leveled, you smiled at him softly, looking even prettier than before. Until your face scrunched up and you yawned loudly, involuntarily bringing your hands up to your face and covering your mouth. The sudden yawn made him laugh, even when you sent him a dirty look, still covering your face as you tried to regain your composure. You really were too adorable.

‘’You should sleep, hun,-’’ he said. Voice quiet but still loud enough to reach you over the engine. ‘’We still have a few hours left, no point in making it longer by bein’ stubborn.’’

Another yawn escaped you, and it apparently convinced you to follow his suggestion. But instead of leaning your head on the window next to you, you put your legs on the seat and your head on his shoulder, wiggling around until you found a comfortable position, using the fluff on his hoodie as a makeshift pillow and smiling at your own handywork. He scoffed at you, but still pulled his arm out from where it had been stuck under your body, letting it rest across your stomach and holding you in place. A minute or two later, he felt his hand rise and fall as you’re breathing turned into a steadier pace. And he leaned his head back to get some rest, letting the rhythmic motion and humming of the engine lull him to sleep.

He woke up by yelling, and then felt his seatbelt tug on his ribcage as his body jerked forward. His arm reached out quickly, holding you back and safe before his eyes were fully opened. Sans was still screaming in the front seat, accompanied by violent gestures and quite a few death threats and profanities. Whatever happened, it must have jarred him. Listening to the chaos in the front seat he managed to gather that someone tried to push Sans out of the lane, aware of what they had been doing. And he felt a quiet rage that they had endangered your life in the process. Just because they didn’t like monsters didn’t mean they had to harm you too.

But you, amazing and weird thing that you was, didn’t even seem phased. Instead you were laying across his lap, face on your arms and body pressing against him. He felt his breath hitch a little, letting you sleep on his shoulder had been one thing. But this was almost too much, and his soul both ached and fluttered at having you oh so close.

He willed his hand not to shake as he carefully touched a scrape on your arm, probably from his jacket as you fell. It wasn’t deep, not even bleeding. But he hated that you’d gotten it anyway, especially as he’d been asleep and unable to hold you up when the car turned.

But when his hand made contact with your skin you squirmed around in his lap, pulling his hand closer and in your sleep, held it under your chin like you would a teddy bear. You murmured a few words, and he caught his name in the middle of them. And if he thought his soul had felt light before, it was practically soaring now.

He let you keep his hand there, and gently traced your face with his other. Until it ended up tangled in your head, massaging your scalp.

You obviously trusted him, otherwise you wouldn’t sleep with your head in his lap. You wouldn’t murmur his name like that. He played with the idea that maybe you liked him the way he found himself liking you. Maybe he could turn what you had into something more.

It was a nice thought. He held on to it for the rest of the ride.

Angel in Hiding (Sirius Black x Reader)

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Reader x Sirius Black

Request: Hey sweetie, I had this idea of Sirius Black x reader in which she is really shy and georgeous and sings like an angel and Sirius once hears her and then tries to find her and it’s super cute!?

Warnings: alcohol

Word Count: 1.1k

Authors Note: the song actually fits the timeline of the marauders era, if you dont know the song of the band go take a listen!

As you lied in your bed starring at the ceiling, with your red tie hanging loosely around your neck as you listened to the music thumping through the walls from downstairs. You wondered why you were put in Gryffindor in the first place, you weren’t brave or strong, you didn’t fit in at all.

As you sat alone in your room while everyone else partied downstairs that thought wouldn’t leave your mind, you couldn’t get the guts to open your door and walk down a few steps to be with your friends, you weren’t brave at all.

You were quite shy actually but you had really opened up to your roommates over the years, they were all like sisters to you, but it has gotten to the point that they didn’t even bother to ask you to come to the party because they knew you would refuse.

What’s so good about parties anyways? Sure there is lots of alcohol, something you are very familiar with from fire whiskey fueled all night hangouts and playing drunken truth or dare with your roommates, but you preferred to drink in your room, not with a bunch of random people who don’t even know your name.

The party downstairs was blasting terrible music, there was too many people in a small space and the only people there you wanted to be crammed into a small space with were probably all off snogging some guy somewhere.

Oh yeah, the party has guys… not that there are any worthwhile, well maybe Sirius, you wondered what he was like at parties but the stories you have heard create a pretty vivid picture. You can imagine his messy hair falling in his face with pink cheeks from the high amount of alcohol, you can imagine a very stoned Remus on his right …and probably some girl on his left, well more likely on his lap.

As much as you wanted that girl to be you, you knew it never would be. He has never looked at you before, and there are much prettier girls he could choose. Even if he would choose you, there was no way you were ever going down there.

All you wanted to do was read your book but the music was way too loud, you glanced to your wand which was lying on the chest at the foot of your bed and you groaned as you got up to grab it like it was exceptionally inconvenient. You lied back down with a small huff but just as you were about to cast a silencing spell to give yourself the peace and quiet you craved the song changed and it was …actually a good song? You placed your wand down beside you as you let the notes travel through your ears, a small smile spreading across your face.

The song playing was a muggle song you were very familiar with; it was “Over my Head” by a band called Fleetwood Mac.

You couldn’t help that the words started to fall from your lips, quietly at first until you remembered you were alone and no one would be coming back anytime soon and you put more effort behind the sweet lyrics.

You loudly sang your favourite part “I’m over my head, but it sure feels nice” not caring who hear you, you continued “you can take me anytime you like, I’ll be around if you think you might”.

What you were unaware of was that the boy that clouded your thoughts just minutes ago had drunkenly made his way to the girl’s dorms trying to escape the grabby hands of a just as drunk Slytherin girl.

He stumbled down the hallway which looked strangely like the hallway to his dorm but for some reason he couldn’t find his room.

He was about to give up until he heard the sweetest voice coming from behind one of the doors. He stopped walking and leant his heavy head against the door to listen.

“Love me baby and hold me tight”

He wanted to drown in the sweet tone of the mysterious girl behind the door, at that moment he wasn’t even concerned that he and found himself in the girl’s dormitory instead of the boys, he slowly slid his back down the door and listened to the angelic voice sing the rest of the words. He smiled at how you got louder near the end of the song gaining confidence in yourself.

Before he even knew it the song had ended and you stopped singing, he wanted nothing more than to hear you sing again.

Sirius wasn’t too drunk but he had enough alcohol to stop thinking rationally, he knew that he wanted to hear you sing more and he knew where you were so he opened the door to your dorm subsequently scarring the shit out of you.

You sat up and looked mortified

“what are you doing? Sirius this isn’t the boy’s dorms”

He was just as stunned by your beauty as he was by your voice so for a moment he lost his words.

You quickly calculated that he must be drunk and lost so you hopped out of bed and tried to hide your pink blush from his starring eyes. You waved a hand in front of his face.

“Hey, B-Black are y-you lost?”

He smiled at you as you stuttered and basically whispered your words, your shyness evident in this situation.

Sirius spoke up at last “I’m not lost; I’ve found exactly what I was looking for”

Your blush turned red as you raised an eyebrow and questioned him “and uh what is that exactly?”

He took a step closer to you and answered you with a smirk “The girl making Fleetwood mac sound angelic” You went to push him out of your room once you realized he heard you sing, your embarrassment controlling your actions.

As you pushed him into the hallway you watched as he stumbled over his own feet and realized you should help him get to his dorm.

“Look, I’m going to ignore that last statement and help you walk to your dorm, seeing as your drunk and tripping over your own feet”

You slipped your arm around his to balance him and pulled him to walk but before he moved he looked down at you ,

“It’s not the alcohol that has me stumbling, it’s you that I’m falling for” he winked at you as he said it.

You knew Sirius was a famous flirt with endless pick-up lines, but you couldn’t help but smile at that one as you pulled his arm forward, not wanting him to see his effect on you.

Glad to meet you

Request : can you do a tom holland imagine where the reader is meeting his parents for the first time and she’s really nervous and tom calms her down? Thank youuuu

Note: I got a bit distracted but I hope you still like it !

,,Hey babe have you seen my tie?“ A confused tom peaks his head around the corner and you smile while putting your earring in.
,,In the bedroom on the cupboard darling.” He comes to you and presses a light kiss to your temple before mumbling ‘thank you’ against your neck and leaving the room.
Checking yourself in the mirror for what feels like the hundredth time you follow Tom and lean your shoulder against the door frame.
,,Are you alright?“ Tom turns around to take your presence in and gulps loudly.
,,You look amazing by the way.”
Your cheeks flush by his compliment and you fumble nervously with your hands.
,,To be honest, I am scared. What if your mom or your siblings don’t like me?“ You lower your gaze and bite your lip, tasting the lipstick you just put on.
,,Oh love, don’t be. My family is so excited to finally meet you, and my siblings are staying home so it’s just my mom,dad, you and me. We will have a nice dinner and you will get to know them, believe me they are beautiful people.” Tom smiles from excitement and you chuckle.
,,If they’re only half as kind hearted as you are, I am sure I will love them.“ You sigh relived and Tom closes the gap between you two by pulling you into his strong arms. He kisses the top of your head and rubs small circles on your back, making you hum in response.
,,I love you Tom.” You look up into his dark brown eyes and find yourself getting lost in them, happy for the effect Tom has on you.
,,Tell me something I don’t already know.“ He chuckles jokingly and you roll your eyes, hiding a smirk.
,,You always have to ruin the moment, don’t you?” You pretend to be annoyed and walk away just to hear your boyfriends heavy steps behind you.

,,Tom You’re spiderman, aren’t you supposed to walk quiet then?“ You lift an eyebrow while locking eyes with him threw another mirror.
,,You just said I am Spider-Man!” He laughs enthusiastic, completely ignoring your question before running to you and lifting you up.
,,Tom let me down!“ You squeak, knowing exactly that it was the first time you ever called him that.
,,I’m not Tom.” Your boyfriend leaves wet kisses down your neck and starts to fumble with your dress but you carefully smack his hands away.
,,a bit kinky now, aren’t we?“ You kiss his jaw and tangle yourself out of his arms before checking the clock.
,,Oh my god Tom we have to- where’s your tie?”
You jogg back into the bedroom to get his tie. You’re standing right in front of him before putting it around his neck and under the collar of his Hemd, before tying the knot and making it tight.
,,Do you want to choke me to death?“ Tom pulls on his tie and you just grab his hand, feeling stressed again.
,,Darling relax, the Taxi is already waiting downstairs we will make it on time.” Tom gently pulls you back and you nod, watching his tie.
,,This is actually the first time I did the knot right, seems like all the YouTube videos are paying off.“ You say Impressed by your own work.
,,Finally! I tried to do it myself but it never looks like yours. Lucky me has a girlfriend who can do it.” He smirks and you blush, feeling flustered.
Doesn’t matter how many times Tom compliments you or something you did, it still makes you feel special and loved.
After making your way out of the apartment, you already see a yellow car standing down the street.
,,You can thank me in the cab.“ You press his hand before climbing in and greeting the driver. He just asks Tom for the address and he names the restaurant, laying a hand on your lap. A few minutes later he clears his throat and you turn your head to look at him.
,,What?” You ask smiling. He is way prettier than the skyline you watched seconds before. He looks extremely handsome in his suit and the way his curls shine in the dim light makes you wanting to touch them.
,,Can I say thank you now?“ He leans in and you nod, closing your eyes. His lips softly stroke yours before adding a bit of pressure to move against them. His hand wanders from your lap to your waist, drawing small circles on it. His tongue smoothly experiences your lower lip before fighting for dominance with yours, winning as always. You can feel his hot and minty breath mixed with yours, taking in his scent. Tom always smells good, so you just pull him closer to you and finally run your fingers threw his curly hair. He smiles into the kiss and slowly pulls away, his eyes getting a darker shade of brown.
,,I love you.” He kisses you one last time before running a hand threw his now massy hair and adjusting himself. You do the same and simply slide your fingers into his.
,,Tell me something I don’t already know.“ You say just like him earlier, earning an eye roll from him.
,,I know you love me, I mean look at me.” He wiggles his eyebrows and pretends to flex his muscles.
,,I always see you staring at me when I get changed, so don’t tell me you don’t love his body.“ He takes your hand and puts his on your abs and you lick your lips.
,,Maybe I’m only with you for your looks.” You say jokingly dry. Tom knows exactly that it’s not true but still acts hurt.
,,that was painful.“ He dramatically grabs his chest and frowns, giving you the silent treatment.
,,Oh come on Tom, how old are you, 5?” You cover your mouth to stop yourself from smiling and he still ignores you.
,,I love you not only for your looks, even tho your abs play a big part but someone told me you’re quite smart and funny as well, the perfect boyfriend material.“ You speak in a low voice and play with the fabric of your dress, acting unaffected from his silent treatment.
,,I’m listening.” He looks at you and you sigh, still grateful that he is your little dork.
,,and I heard that you can be quite caring and lovable as well, but what impressed me the most is that you’re spiderman.“ You whisper the Spider-Man and Tom can’t hide his grin anymore.
,,That’s my card! You can’t just pull of the 'you’re Spider-Man ’ card so I’m talking to you again.” He shakes his head and you laugh.
,,Well, obviously I can.“ You kiss his cheek and he mumbles something under his breath, his loving eyes meeting yours again.
,,I would say that I love You too much to be mad at you, but I can’t take another rejection.” Tom closes his eyes for a second and you take the chance to kiss his ear before whispering:,, I love you too.“
He smiles in response and the rest of the car ride is spent in a comfortably silence, no words needed to show your love for each other.
When you arrive you can already see Tom’s parents waiting outside, both of their faces being similar to Toms.
,,I’m so nervous.” You cramp your hand around toms arm and he kisses your knuckles.
,,Don’t be.“
Before you have any time to answer you’re already greeted with a warm hug from his mother and a kiss on the cheek from his father.
This evening couldn’t get too bad after all.

Haikyuu!! Third Years AU (Tsukkiyama)

Okay so here me out because I had this cute thought in class.

Yama and Tsukki were doing homework at Tsukki’s house with Hinata, Kageyama, and Yachi.

They are all third years at this point)

Yachi helping Hinata with the homework.

Kageyama asking Yamaguchi for help.

Tsukki staring at Yamaguchi instead of his paper because he developed a huge crush on him. (Even though he had a smaller crush on him before)

Yamaguchi looking even prettier this year.(Tanner skin, longer hair, yada yada)

Yamaguchi asking Tsukki for help with a question.

Tsukki so lost in thought he’s not paying attention and accidentally says “I love you.”

Everyone’s quiet.

Tsukki doesn’t realize it at first but it starts to flow back and he’s hit with the realization of what he said.

He tries to apologize

Yamaguchi pulls him into the hall and confesses too.

They kiss, fall deeper in love.

Yachi is smiling like an idiot.

Kageyama and Hinata are confused as to what just happened.

They are nerd and I love them.

(It’s one am and I want to sleep!!!!!)

Protect Her- The Doctor x Reader

A/N: This is bad, but @mychemicaldallonweekes and I did a bunch of Doctor Who marathons today, and with the new Doctor, who I’m really excited for, this happened!

“Come, come with me!”

She giggled, letting him lead her towards the TARDIS doors.

“Where are we going?”

The Doctor grinned. “Only the single most beautiful, amazing place in the world! Shall we?” she nodded. “Allons-y!”

He swung open the doors revealing a barren wasteland. He frowned.

“This.. this is not as great as I remember it being.”

Y/N burst into laughter. “It’s lovely. Very beautiful, very romantic.”

He blushed. “Well, we’ll make the best of it. Come on!”

Y/N intertwined his fingers with hers, making her go a bit pink. She would let him bring her anywhere, even the most desolate place he could possibly find- she was that deeply in love with him. Not that she would ever tell him, she was far too shy.

The Doctor, on the other side, was just as infatuated with her as she was with him. He had never met anyone like her- she was a bit innocent, very shy, very sweet. She was sensitive and kind, smart and funny. She was brave but wary of danger. He had kept her out of harm’s way, only bringing her on his journeys when he was sure she would be safe. He had other companions to come with him and fight, but Y/N- he had to keep her safe.

She should never see that side of him, the side that could murder, the side that could fight. She would only see the happy, jumpy person he so desperately wanted to be.

“It’s kind of pretty,” she mumbled after a moment, grinning. “Once you look at it for a while.”

“I’ve seen prettier,” he said before he knew what he was doing, studying Y/N once more. She blushed and he turned away, continuing to walk. Suddenly, he stopped. “Something’s wrong.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

He looked at her quickly. “Y/N, I need to tell you- I have other companions- had other companions. They come with me when I’m facing danger when there’s trouble. I’ve killed before, I can fight, and I’ve been in more danger than you could possibly imagine. This is normal, and I will get us out. Do not be afraid- okay?”

She swallowed hard, her head spinning, but nodded. “Yes.”


He squeezed her hand and began to walk towards whatever trouble was ahead, making her shake a little.

“Are you sure we’ll be okay?” she asked quietly. The Doctor quickly pulled her into his arms for a brief moment.

“Yes. You’re always safe with me, Y/N. You’re safe.”

Then something was piercing through her head, a laser of sorts. She screamed, falling to her knees and dropping the Doctor’s hand. He reacted quickly, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and attacking the Cyberman. He scooped Y/N up in his arms bridal-style and began to run, stroking her hair.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen, Y/N, not to you.”

Y/N reached up a hand lazily and cupped his cheek. “My Doctor.” Then she passed out in his arms, making him bite his lip and run faster. Finally, he burst through the doors and set her down by the console, begging the TARDIS to bring him somewhere, anywhere, where she would survive.

“Please,” he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.


It was her. He whipped around, quickly placing his hands gently on her shoulders.

“You should go lie down.”

Y/N giggled. “Doctor, please. I’m okay. I can take a hit like that, you know.”

He let out a deep breath. “I know you can but- but I-I just can’t lose you, Y/N.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “You won’t- I’m not going anytime soon.”

Y/N walked away, leaving him to look after her fondly. He wouldn’t lose her- he wouldn’t even come close. He would do whatever he could to protect her.

“By the way,” she called back over her shoulder with a smirk. “I love you, you know?”

He smiled. “That’s nice.” By the time she was gone, he had realized what she said. “Y/N, wait!”

Something Sweet | Luke Hemmings

Summary: You and Luke are enjoying a Sunday night round of FIFA when exhibitionist!Luke decides he needs some sexual relief, even if Michael’s in the kitchen

Genre: Smut, Mild Exhibitionism, Dom!Luke, Blowjob!Luke, Second Person POV

Rating: R

No matter what time of the day it was, if someone was in the kitchen behind you both, or if you didn’t think you were in the mood, Luke could always do one thing and make all of that go out the window.

You were both currently curled up on the round sofa in the living room, Luke’s hands grasping the Xbox controller and flicking the analog toggles as he played FIFA.

Your head laid precariously on his lap as your eyes followed the virtual ball along the screen. You turned out the noise the other boys were currently making upstairs, only focusing on the game being played.

One of Luke’s hands retracted from the controller and trailed down to your hair, leaving soothing pets and scratches along your scalp. You let out a satisfied sigh and closed your eyes to soak up the attention.

You didn’t even notice Luke’s game pausing. All you could hear was the sound of his zipper flying down, and a part of you knew exactly where this was going.

“Princess, I think you and I both know what I want.” His voice was sickeningly sweet, with a dominating overtone extremely present. You knew the extent of Luke’s kinks, and he was everything but vanilla.

You turned your head over to see his cock in his hand, watching mesmerized as his fingers massaged up and down his length. Your eyes turned up towards his own, which were glazed over in lust and domination. “Yes sir.” You murmured as you pushed yourself up onto your knees, bending at the waist and hovering your lips over his tip. Teasingly, you tilted your eyes up towards his own and stuck out your tongue, swirling it around the swollen tip.

Luke tossed his head back against the back of the sofa, his hands immediately flying to your hair as he tugged your head down immediately. “Fuck—(Y/N) yes!” His voice was a soft hiss, not wanting to notify anyone from upstairs. He struggled not to thrust his hips up towards your mouth, being cautious not to gag you completely.

You sunk your lips lower down his shaft and began sucking, taking whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth into your hands and stroking slowly. You loved teasing Luke and seeing his face flush red with insane amounts of pleasure.

“Princess—Fuck go faster.” Luke moaned under his breath and took a fistful of your hair, guiding you farther down and causing you to take his cock into your throat. He held you there for a moment, relishing in the moments you gagged around his cock before pulling you up for air. “Such a pretty little thing, but you look prettier with my cock between your lips.” He growled before shoving his cock back into your lips, letting you take control once more.

As you began sucking him off once more, footsteps appeared inside of the kitchen, making you freeze for a moment. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” Luke hissed lowly as he gripped the back of your hair and tugged you down his shaft once more.

Luke was what some might call an exhibitionist. He loved doing exactly what you were now, especially when someone was close by.

You could feel his cock twitch as the person in the kitchen began making conversation with Luke. Your boyfriend answered normally, pausing every once and a while to let out a low breathy moan.

“Anyway, where’s (Y/N)? She’s usually with you at this hour.” The person, who was Michael, must’ve stuck his head out of the kitchen, because Luke thrust his cock deep inside of your throat, making you gag slightly.

Luke gave him a smile as he continued his game of FIFA, glancing down and noticing your watery eyes and full mouth. “I’m sure she’s around somewhere, with a mouthful of something sweet.” He hissed nonchalantly as your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. “You know how much of a sweet tooth she has.”

Michael chuckled and shook his head, continuing to clamor around in the kitchen.

“P-princess I’m close, fuck me.” Luke panted softly as to not alert his best friend in the kitchen. He paused the game quickly and tossed the controller to the side, tangling his hands in your hair and shoving his cock deeper into your throat.

You sputtered slightly, but continued sucking as Luke’s hips began to stutter. Suddenly, spurts of hot liquid slid down your throats involuntarily as Luke’s breathy moans subsided.

Pulling his cock out, strings of saliva and cum dripped onto your lips, making Luke let out one more quiet moan and replace his cock back into his pajama pants. His thumb swiped along your lips and collected the mess, letting you lick the remains off of the pad of his thumb. “Such a good little thing, aren’t you?”

“Oh! Hey (Y/N), Luke and I were just talking about you. Where were you?” You swiveled around to see Michael standing near the bottom of the steps, arms carrying bags of chips and other unhealthy snacks.

You blushed slightly and snuggled into your boyfriend’s chest, watching as he continued his FIFA game. “I was a bit busy with something quite big.”

Pretty 💕

Jimin :- I’m getting fat again…….😰

Yoongi :- No you’re not !! , now please stop and let me sleep.

Jhope :- You know what Jimin , even I feel as if I’m getting fat these days…..

*Yoongi’s eyes shine bright and all his sleep vanishes ✨*

Yoongi :- What ? No !!! Don’t be ridiculous, hobi you are perfect, infact I’ll say that these days you look more beautiful!!! I mean not that you didn’t look beautiful before but you look more prettier, I mean you get what I’m saying right ??!!!?!!!?!??????

Jimin :- Seriously?? 😡

anonymous asked:

H-hi! I had a request, and I really hope it is no trouble, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader insert, but instead it's one sided. The reader has Hanahaki Disease (fake). It's where someone has unreturned feelings, and flowers start to build up in their lungs and they start to cough them up, and if they don't go into surgery, they die from choking on flowers. Maybe the reader starts to act funny and the avengers find out one day when the reader has a coughing fit? T-thank you!

Pairing: Loki x Reader (one sided)
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst

A/N: of course it is no trouble, my love! I honestly hope I did this one justice. My heart broke a little, thinking about this entire situation, but yeah.. I hope it’s alright <33


Falling in love with someone who didn’t love you was a curse itself. It was usually accompanied by a lot of crying, doubting yourself, food and alcohol. That’s what every other person did. The normal thing.

But of course, that’s not what would happen to you.

No, you wouldn’t be that lucky. You had to get a freaking DISEASE from it.

Sure, coughing up flowers was better than coughing up blood, or at least that’s what one of your friends had once said, when you had talked about this sickness, way before you had it. 

At least it looked prettier.. In a.. sick way.

But you knew that, sooner or later, it would kill you.

The coughing fits were getting worse and more and more flowers were building up in your lungs.

But surgery was expensive and you didn’t have the money for it.

Sure, you were friends with all of the Avengers and one word would probably be enough for them to pull some strings, so you’d get the surgery for free, but you didn’t want them to know about any of it. Because if they knew, they’d ask who it is, that you fell in love with. Who didn’t love you back..

And you weren’t ready to tell them that this person was none other than Loki. 

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final fantasy type-0 abilities:

Jack ➟ Transience.

anonymous asked:

AYAHINA GODDESS! give me the forbidden ayahina smut 35 + (or) 84 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
83. “Just once.”
84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Combining because I lack the drive to write too much smut lmao. Smut’s never been my cup of tea to be honest. Yet, you guys are always asking for Ayahina smut and I wrote one unexplicit one before, but here’s full-on explicit Ayahina fucking. Also I see anon called me the Ayahina goddess and that’s not necessarily true buuuutt awww thanks! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ~ ♡

Under the cut because this is smut as hell and also this became a 3k-word long fic instead. :p

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Happy New Year!!!♥

Best wishes and may you achieve your resolutions w
Thank you for the memories from 2017, hopefully 2018 will be even better!

(fanart stats so far, for those who find it fun)

Aoi and Akane: 45 (+22)
Shirofuku and Fukue: 34 (+20)
Tomitake and Keiko: 33 (+23)
Kimagure Prince and Primadonna: 27 (+14)
Nibansenji and Niko: 19 (+13)
Nokkuso and Kusoyo: 18 (+13)
Nichan and Nechan: 15 (+8)
Forgeru and Forgemi: 16 (+11)
Nozakibento and Ranchiyo: 12 (+5)

Edits, palettes, aesthetics: 7

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OTP challenge with @rextexx​  Day 2 : Flowers 

we still do over part separately,so Rex’s fic has no relate with mine.

(I always have this headcanon about pyro plant flowers in the base~)

and please GO under the cut and read Rex’s short helmet party ffic!!!

it’s sooo lovely !I’m assure you it will warm your heart!!!


by @rextexx

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