time spent in the shower

some less discussed hdm moments/elements/plots i’m super pumped to see in the tv show:

  • lyra being a little shit in jordan - lyra getting drunk off her ass, lyra being a little shit to the scholars, lyra fucking around in the catacombs only to have headless ghosts haunt her at night. give me my little shit of a child lyra
  • will parry and his cat moxie straight up killing a man
  • marisa coulter letting lord boreal believe she’s charmed by him and totally into him, then straight up poisoning him and leaving him in a tent to die when he stops being useful to her
  • marisa coulter leading an army of spectres?? marisa coulter being terrifying as fuck????
  • but then: marisa coulter in the cave with lyra; marisa, despite all of asriel’s caution, charming him and deceiving him and then escaping asriel’s captivity to spy for him
  • everything that marisa does between escaping asriel and then him saving her from the exploding power station tbh
  • then marisa lying with all her being to motherfucking right hand of god, ruler of heaven metatron??? marisa playing him???
  • people talk a lot about marisa in the golden compass but seriously. marisa in the amber spyglass. she’s terrifying and spectacular and i love her
  • anyway
  • mary motherfucking malone
  • mary being dragged into this weird world of parallel universes and angels and shit and being all “fuck it, i’m too tired to try and doubt this shit, i’ll just go with it”
  • cynic mary having this childlike excitement and wonder for all the things she encounters, yet still being scientific and analytical about it
  • mary and the mulefa. mary and atal
  • the mulefa!!!!! give me my alien elephants on wheels children who are so pure and good!!!!!! the real angels of this story tbh
  • okay now this is really niche but: ama, the himalayan girl who helped will wake up lyra in the cave? she’s pure and fierce and brave, i love that little girl
  • gallivespians. all gallivespians. then also tialys and salamakia in particular. hand-sized people who ride giant dragonflies and can kill you with a stab of their ankle spurs and take no shit from no one. how fucking metal is that
  • the knife breaking, the reforging of the knife, that’s some good intense shit
  • the world of the dead. will and lyra in the world of the dead. it’s gonna be fucked up. just fuck me up i’m ready
  • i’m gonna stop but this is still just a partial list really
  • no but listen???
  • this whole trilogy, this whole (multi) universe, it’s so fucking reach and beautiful and detailed and poetic and overwhelming and flowing with iconic moments and things that i love so dearly
  • fuck the daemons hype i’m dying to see all the other details, literally everything else
  • and with the team being so keen to stick to the source material?? i’m gonna die and i’m gonna love it
nsfw: camboys (how josh and tyler truly met)

(((( a.u. where ty and josh are professional fuck buddies - which turns into something more. i almost didn’t post this one because i don’t know all the details of camming, but to hell with it. enjoy ))))


josh was randomly searching craigslist for couches and out of curiosity veered into the ‘adult’ section. he came across this ad:

28, looking for male regular for my live sex cam. send pics to tyjo88@gmail.com

usually josh would see these and move on, but noticed there was a picture of the ad poster. in the low res quality, josh could tell that he was very cute. josh was bored and horny, so decided he may as well give it a try. the guy didn’t look like an ax murderer or anything and maybe he had an old couch he needed to get rid of. 

it didn’t take long for the guy to email back. apparently his name was tyler, and he said josh looked to be the perfect fit. tyler said to come over to his apartment by 9 pm and expect to start working right away. he said to be warned, that he had a very demanding audience, but the job paid well and he’d receive a good portion. in the meanwhile, tyler spent his time taking a shower and freaking out over the hot guy that was about to come over. 

when josh first arrived at tyler’s apartment, he noted that it was much nicer than his and in a better part of town. when tyler opened the door, the whole ‘sketchy’ vibe of meeting someone from craigslist for sex work dwindled. tyler was very open and friendly, offering josh to take a seat and asked if he’d like anything to drink. josh sat on tyler’s ‘new’ couch and asked if he could have coffee.

tyler came back with the coffee and his own glass of wine. he explained that he mainly worked solo and just decided to venture into partnering with someone. he also said he was glad josh applied, because having another person might help with tips. josh admitted the reason he applied wasn’t so much to make money, but because he was bored/lonely and down for a good fuck. tyler said he wouldn’t regret his decision. he appreciated josh’s bluntness, but was a little insecure that josh may have been hotter than him. josh was secretly insecure tyler was the hotter one. once they finished their drinks, tyler invited josh to his ‘office’ to which josh happily accepted. 

the room was soundproofed with a large bed, a mirror, webcams, and a laptop on a desk across from the bed. it was a clean and plain looking room with white walls and hardly anything in it. all the bedding was dark blue, and there was a small dresser next to the bed, plus an average sized closet. tyler said it was basically the easiest, funnest job ever if you knew how to work people. 

“the only rule is no free shows. we may need to do stuff off camera though” tyler explained with a little smirk. this was all so new to josh, but it seemed like tyler knew what he was doing. the suggestion in tyler’s tone already had his blood flowing. 

tyler opened the laptop and turned the camera on so that they showed up within the frame. josh found it a little odd seeing himself, especially knowing that they were about to do sexual things for strangers to watch and pay. but the thought also turned him on. 

“ok ready?” tyler said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. as soon as josh got on the bed, tyler crawled into his lap. he grinned at josh’s surprised reaction. 

“fuck ty-” josh muttered, until he was cut off by tyler crashing his lips to his. josh moaned into tyler’s mouth as he kissed him aggressively and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pulling him down on top of him as they fell back. the kiss was needy, but turned soft and affectionate with time. tyler’s hands traveled down josh’s body, exploring carefully and undoing his jeans. 

josh didn’t realize what he was doing until tyler broke away to pull josh’s jeans halfway down his thighs. he pressed soft, slow kisses down josh’s happy trail and nuzzled his cheek against josh’s hardening cock, massaging him through his briefs while sucking marks into his hip. josh let out a low moan, head turning to the side and fingers running through tyler’s fluffy dark hair. tyler pulled away and sat back up to stare at a disheveled looking josh, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. josh wanted nothing more than to see tyler writhing in pleasure underneath him. 

“okay, we’ll become familiar with each other, th-then we can kiss and edge each other on camera. but with our clothes on. clothes stay on ‘til tips.” tyler explained as professionally as possible. josh could tell he was horny as fuck but trying to maintain a business mindset, which made josh want to die of cuteness overload. josh sat back against the pillows as tyler zoomed the camera in a little and prepared to set up the live stream. josh was nervous, but also excited where it could lead. mostly, he was just horny and needed to be surrounded by tyler’s warmth and scent all over again.

tyler finished logging in. all he needed to do was press the record button and they would be on instantly. instead, he turned around and took his briefs off before climbing back in bed, giving josh a private show first. josh bit his lip, relishing at his first glance at tyler’s pretty cock. josh moaned again, shoving his hand in his briefs to stroke himself completely hard.

“don’t tease me, josh, show me” josh lifted his hips to slide them down, watching tyler’s face as his cock sprang back towards his stomach. the noise of approval tyler made was enough to cause warmth to spread throughout his groin. tyler laid next to him, hooking his leg over josh’s and running a hand up josh’s shirt as he kissed him again. he moved down his jawline and attached to his neck, shamelessly moaning and whimpering while sliding his cock against josh’s hip. josh moaned as tyler pinched his nipples under his shirt, then grazed his nails down his stomach, causing sparks of electricity. he stopped just short of josh’s cock. if josh wasn’t painfully hard a moment ago, he was now. 

“i thought you said no teasing” josh whimpered. tyler didn’t say anything right away, just gave a small laugh as he moved his hand lower and gripped josh’s cock and pulling it up from his stomach. 

“that only applies to you, not me. i’m the one in charge here” tyler teased while running his thumb over josh’s wet tip. josh reached down and gave tyler’s ass a squeeze, causing tyler’s hips to jerk and cock to nudge harder against his hip. 

“you’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you” josh growled, making tyler’s eyes widen. tyler moaned an affirmative and straddled him. josh’s hands were all over him instantly, greedily running up and down his back under his shirt, over his ass, hips, thighs, then up his stomach and chest. tyler allowed this while rolling his hips, finding josh’s cock with his own and sliding against it.

“maybe we should start the show now?” tyler muttered, breathless and feeling himself getting worked up too quick. 

“okay, baby.” josh agreed, regaining his composure. tyler blushed at the pet name and stood up to put his briefs back on. josh tucked himself back into his briefs and kicked his jeans off as tyler went to his laptop to press record. right away people entered the room, new as well as regulars. the chat started filling up right away, which to josh was both nerve-wracking and exciting. 

oh you have someone with you
is that your boyfriend?
he’s hot
let him eat you out
cute couple
what’s his name?
sit on his face

tyler ignored it for a minute to set up the tip prices. he answered some of the questions about josh really quick, then explained that the show would get really good once tips started coming in. he stood up so that his tented briefs were in the frame to show that he was hard, then got into bed with josh. 

tyler pulled the cover over their laps, then told josh he would jerk him under the covers to tease them. josh nodded, and tyler licked his hand before sliding his hand into josh’s briefs. josh moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. he gazed at the camera, biting his lip with bedroom eyes while he was obviously being jerked by tyler under the blanket. tips started rolling in, along with requests.

mmm get naked
let’s see those hard cocks now
plsss show 
both so hot fuck
who’s bigger?

josh leaned forward to read them and couldn’t help but laugh at their incessant begging. he figured if he were in their situation, he’d be doing the same, but he was the lucky one who got to have tyler all to himself. 

“you’re a natural at this, josh. alright, time to take our clothes off.” tyler praised quietly so speakers wouldn’t pick up.

josh sat at the edge of the bed and pulled his shirt off, taking his time and making a show of it. he seen more comments quickly coming in, but didn’t read it. he knew his body was wank material. tyler leaned in to kiss down his neck and chest while moaning softly. josh knew he was showing off, but it was turning him on tenfold anyway. he could feel pre-cum sticking him to his briefs, which was getting quite uncomfortable. tyler stopped right before his soft lips made their way to josh’s sensitive nipple, reading more comments. josh had to stifle a whine. 

your friend looks ready to take you already
bet he’s rough
how long you been together?
yeah you want that dick slut
wish that was me tbh
how much for rimming?

tyler answered the questions, then stood up to take his briefs off in front of the camera while doing a little dance. josh couldn’t help but admire tyler’s perfectly round ass, imagining what he’d do to it for teasing him like that. josh pulled his briefs off as well to match tyler’s nakedness. tyler turned around to shake his ass playfully at the camera, then sat back down next to josh to caress him in different spots while staring at the camera. tyler knew too well where josh’s sensitive spots were, spending an agonizingly long time on his chest and nipples. josh stopped him to tilt his face up by his chin and kiss his lips softly at first, then deepened it. tyler sighed, bringing his hand up to josh’s cheek and letting josh dominate him. more tips and requests rolled in, and tyler broke away to check it. 

“alright show my hole, then suck you. ready, stud?” tyler asked casually. josh’s cock jerked at that and he made a soft grunting sound which tyler took as a ‘yes’. he smirked at josh’s animalistic state, thinking he looked so sexy like that.

“wait, show me first” josh said, feeling more possessive than usual. tyler raised his brows at it but obliged, turning his back towards him. josh spread him open and leaned down to touch his tongue to tyler’s entrance. tyler keened high and needy, moving forward slightly, but josh held his hips firmly. he give him a few hard licks before pulling away and slapping his right ass cheek.

“that’s just a little taste of what’s to come. alright, go ahead” josh said authoritatively. tyler just gawked at him for a moment, delighted by his dominant side. he said no free shows, but figured most of that was blocked from the frame anyway and left most to the imagination. tyler turned his back to the camera, spreading himself open to show his hole. he bent over and held it for a bit, making sure they got their money’s worth. josh talked dirty to him and held his cock the whole time. he gave tyler bursts of short, quick strokes as rewards to his responses. 

j - “you like exposing yourself to strangers on the internet, baby boy?”
t - “mmmm yes daddy” 
j - “but you’re mine. to them you’re just a little slut”
t - “I know. i’m all yours”
j - “good boy. spank yourself for me and count to 3”
t - “1…oww”
j - “harder”
t - “2 uunnf….ahh…3!”
j - “good boy. you like that” 
t - “yes, thank you daddy” 
j - “i’m gonna fuck you so hard baby boy” 

tyler moved his red, abused ass away from the camera to replace with his flushed, pretty face. he had kind of a half-tortured, half-lust expression as he read the comments. 

i’d lick that all day
already wet, u slut
i’m so hard
ride his big daddy cock
i want to fuck you while you suck him
you like it hard don’t you
josh’s voice is so hot
i love the dirty talk

tyler grinned at the last comment and zoomed the camera in a bit. he knelt on the floor and held josh’s cock in his hand while bringing his tongue out to taste the tip, then swirled his tongue around the head for a bit and kissed it, all while maintaining eye contact with the camera. josh couldn’t take anymore so he pushed tyler’s head down. tyler allowed more of his cock in, stretching his lips around him and sucking his cheeks in. he listened to josh falling apart above him and more tips rolled in, but was too busy sucking and jerking his own cock. tyler’s throat swallowed around josh’s cock and eyes squeezed shut as he held down for as long as possible, then pulled back up for breath. he blinked a few times, trying to read the comments as he languidly pumped josh in his hand. more drool leaked back out onto josh’s cock, adding to the wet slick sounds.

you’re so good at that baby
can your tight hole take it as well
come on, ride his cock
don’t neglect his balls

tyler smirked at the last comment and sucked both josh’s balls into his mouth, paying them some attention before zooming the camera back out and getting up. josh already looked wrecked, and tyler felt kind of bad knowing he wanted to cum so bad, but they were just getting started. huge load meant huge tip. 

“it’ll be so worth it when you wait” tyler said empathetically. 

“i’ve edged before, but it’s a lot harder with someone else” josh confessed, laughing once he realized the pun, then shivering as tyler ran his thumb over his slit again. tyler’s heart fell when he realized he was falling in love with josh in front of hundreds of strangers online. he checked the chat and noticed the person that inquired about rimming had paid for it. 

“time to eat me, josh. what is more comfortable for you?” tyler asked. 

“you sitting on my face” josh answered, grinning excitedly. josh prided himself on his rimming abilities and exceptionally strong tongue. he laid his head towards the edge and tyler adjusted the camera before getting into position on his knees, ass towards the camera. josh spread him open and tyler lowered until he felt josh’s tongue glide along his hole, sending a spark of pleasure right through him. josh moaned and tongued him open while rhythmically massaging his cheeks. tyler resisted the urge to touch himself because he wouldn’t last much longer if he did, especially when josh kept making these insane growling noises which were sending vibrations right through him. when josh started fondling tyler’s balls, tyler lightly tapped josh’s arm and leaned forward.

“okay it’s…i almost came” tyler said, laughing embarrassed. josh was secretly flattered and desired to make tyler cum hard but didn’t want to blow the money shot. he didn’t care about the tips as much, but wanted to remain tyler’s “business partner” for a very long time. instead, they made out in front of the camera while playfully smiling and whispering things to each other in between kisses. if you hadn’t known any better, you would think they were together for years they had such good chemistry. 

are you gonna fuck that hot bottom?
you guys are sooo cute together
mmm hot kissing tongue action
cum cum cum
rub each other’s nipples
both sexy bodies

tyler read some of the comments, thanking them and saying they’d fuck and cum once they met their goal. it was set high, but they considering demand it was worth waiting for that tip. they did little things to keep it sexy, like caressing each other’s bodies and flashing every once in a while. both were so hard it was almost painful, and josh was verging on blue balls. finally, someone tipped for josh to fuck tyler’s ass and cum on his back. 

“there’s lube in that top drawer over there” tyler informed josh, who quickly retrieved it. 

josh was practically giddy with excitement to fuck tyler for the first time and cum. it was somehow even more rewarding that someone paid to see it, like he’d earned the privilege. he smiled and thanked the tippers immensely, blowing kisses at the camera. tyler could just sense that he was in for it, so he submitted by getting on all fours and presenting his ass to josh. he leaned on his forearms and arched his back beautifully for josh, who dipped into bed behind him and roughly grabbed his hips, teasing his hole with his cock. josh spread a generous amount of lube in his hand and spread it all over his cock before sliding it through tyler’s ass cheeks, teasing him more. finally, tyler’s breath hitched as he felt the first inch or so slide inside him. josh and tyler both moaned loudly when josh fully bottomed out, then he started rocking his hips back and forth, jack-hammering into tyler. tyler cried out with every slap of josh’s hips against his ass, and his cock leaked out onto the sheets. 

meanwhile the comments were going crazy. tyler and josh had completely abandoned the fact that they had over hundreds of strangers watching them fuck, and tipping. josh held onto tyler’s hips, alternating speeds, pressures, and angles until he got just the right one that made tyler shake, cry out, and clench around josh’s cock. josh was already close, but this extra reaction from tyler almost pushed him over the edge. josh sped up his thrusts for half a minute, before pulling out and jerking off fast and furious over tyler’s ass and lower back. in the frantic moment his aim was off by a hair and his cum shot up between tyler’s shoulder blades and some got into his hair. he allowed the waves of intense pleasure course through him, totally unaware of anything else at the moment. he didn’t realize until tyler shifted underneath him a bit that it was all over tyler’s back, drying on his skin and in his hair. 

“tyler, i’m so sorry!” josh apologized. tyler found it funny and cute.

“it’s alright, you’re new. there’s some wipes in the second drawer” tyler assured him while laying flat on his stomach. josh retrieved those and began wiping down his mess. tyler checked the comments, laughing at some of the reactions. 

“yes, i will cum too! but where should i do it?” tyler asked out loud to the camera. someone tipped and requested that josh sucked him off then kissed tyler with the load still in his mouth. tyler had never tried that, but the more he thought about it, the hotter it sounded. tyler proposed the idea to josh, and josh was pretty enthusiastic about it. in fact, he was just enthusiastic about having his tongue, mouth, or cock anywhere on tyler’s body or bodily fluids. 

josh laid tyler on his back, and even though tyler was still hard and didn’t require any foreplay, josh still wanted to. he started by sensually french kissing him while teasing his nipples. tyler moaned into it, body hyper sensitive to every touch in anticipation of cumming and josh’s mouth. josh moved down to tyler’s neck, and tyler tilted his head back to give him more access. josh loved sucking hickies into his skin there, and grazing his tongue over his bobbing adam’s apple. he continued down, pausing to tongue and suck over his nipples and down his stomach, pausing at his belly button. he was taking his time, but their viewers were appreciating every bit of it. josh spent very little time on tyler’s inner thighs and hips, both getting impatient. once josh did get to his cock though, he took him all the way, making tyler buck his hips and moan involuntarily. it was the hottest thing ever, how violently tyler’s body responded to the onslaught of sensation. tyler felt like he was at a hundred percent arousal as josh was teasing him, but it spiked from fifty to a hundred in the moment josh went full throttle on his cock with his mouth. josh held tyler’s hips down, working his magic and causing tyler’s hands to fly to josh’s head, mumbling incoherent praises. 

“oh god, i’m gonna cum, JOSH” tyler yelled when suddenly he was filling josh’s mouth with his cum, convulsing and grabbing the sheets. josh accidentally swallowed some from the sheer force it shot to the back of his throat, but managed to hold some in his mouth. when tyler settled down, dazed and absently caressing josh’s shoulder, josh let tyler’s cock slip from his mouth and showed the cum to their viewers. he wrapped a hand around tyler’s throat and hovered his lips over tyler’s, who instinctively opened his mouth and allowed josh’s tongue to slip in along with the salty mouthful of liquid. tyler’s eyes rolled back at the visceral, sexual feeling he got from tasting himself in josh’s mouth, who was eagerly sliding his tongue around his and sucking. only one thought was going through tyler’s mind, and it was this guy is a keeper, i can’t let him go.

“hey josh, want to maybe um, hang out spend the night? you can just sleep in my bed. if you want of course.” tyler asked josh after the show when they were putting their clothes back on. josh smiled and nodded with no hesitation whatsoever, thinking tyler was silly for even fearing rejection. if tyler didn’t ask, he would’ve been worried. 

the next morning, josh woke up to tyler on his lap and the smell of pancakes and bacon. josh stretched and yawned, a laugh being forced out by how tyler was smiling down at him. 

“we make such a good team” tyler said. 

“yeah we do” josh responded, without hesitation, pulling tyler down for more kissing. 

Scratch - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this series. I think it might be because it’s one of the more lighthearted ones I’ve written. Not that I don’t promise to toy with your emotions later on, but for the most part it fun to write.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Part 1

“How was the mission,” Nat asks not looking up from the television as I made my way into the living area of the compound.

“No questions until I’ve slept for at least a week,” I mumble letting my duffle hit the floor rather loudly.

“That bad,” Steve says from somewhere in the kitchen.

I glare at him as I slowly walk closer to where he stood and without saying a word take the beer he was holding in his hand and take a long swig.

“You know what,” I say stepping away from him. “I think I might take a shower first. I’ve had this itch I just can’t seam to reach,” a small smirk finds its way to my lips when I see Steve’s hand move to readjust his jeans. “Hopefully a long hot shower will help get rid of it.”

“Don’t forget,” Nat calls out. “Fury expects you to call in with your report by seven.”

“Don’t worry,” I say backing out of the room. “Five hours should be enough to get over this itch.”

Steve was giving me a stern look as I took another sip of the beer I had taken from him. Before I was out of sight I quickly winked at him and turned around to make my way to my room.

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Daddy’s Shirt [Shin Wonho]

Warnings- Mature content

                ~slight daddy kink

                ~teasing beyond repair

word count~ 1427

“Daddy missed his baby girl,” Wonho wet his lips when he saw you standing over the kitchen sink. He had been thinking about you the entire day, the stylists even had to change his outfit for his performance because he had a bulge all day. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you had screamed his name last night, the way your ass fit perfectly into his hands, the way you got so wet from him just kissing you.

You had jumped in surprise, you hadn’t heard the door open, and you certainly didn’t expect Wonho to be back so early. He was supposed to be on After School Club right now. You really weren’t ready for him to be home. Your hair was still wet from the shower, where you had spent ample time missing Wonho. You were scantily clad in a shirt of his, something that just barely covered your ass, leaving your ass cheeks to sensually tease him. “You’re home early,” you turned to let him see your front side. You hadn’t buttoned up the shirt at all- let alone for one button in the middle.

“Mhm, I see you’re wearing my shirt baby girl,” he bit his lip for a moment before continuing, “did you miss me?”

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Mornings (Greek God!Jungkook)

Plot: #39: “You got a cute butt.” + #40: “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” + #85: “The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.” with Greek God!Jungkook

Word Count: 585

A/N: so I’m not gonna have time to write the hobi post today bc I have an article to read for class so I will write the hobi post tomorrow, when I have actual time to do stuff (I literally didn’t even have time to shower today) so the link for this post is Greek God!Jungkook (here) to sum it up, I chose Artemis for him

There were so many things you loved about your relationship with Jungkook. The way he was so protective over you, the way he always made you laugh and smile until you went home with sore cheeks, the way his arm always found its way over your shoulders or around your waist when you two fell asleep next to each other. The way he always smiled whenever he saw you, his eyes lighting up when he heard your voice call his name. But your favorite thing about your relationship was spending mornings with him.

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idealistic classics student aesthetic on Tumblr: classy and refined, impeccable style, can translate Homer and Vergil at the bat of one eye, smokes incredibly expensive cigarettes and owns several marble busts, incredibly organized notes with fancy gothic style handwriting, basically a TSH character without the murder

italian liceo classico student gothic: has worn the same hoodie for the last 30 days, constantly squints when they’re outside bc they’re unused to sunlight, goes out like once every 6 months and gets blackout drunk on cheap vodka when they do, their only free time is that spent on the toilet or in the shower, tira giù le madonne over Cicero’s writing, probably doesn’t remember one (1) grammar rule from year 1 but will be able to quote Títyre tú patuláe and Ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, Μοῦσα by heart for the rest of their life

Music Series: The Girl by City and Colour

As I was looking through my requests, I pulled this song up on Spotify and I immediately smiled listening to it. This is one of those songs that, if you are a sucker for romance, have a tissue ready just in case…it’s that good. I felt my throat tightening and eyes about to water, and it has to be special to do that to me. My story isn’t the sweet tearjerker this song can be, but please make sure you hear this song if you haven’t.

I absolutely love this! “The Girl” by City and Colour. If you would like to listen, you can find this song on my Spotify playlist ‘I Love You Long Time’, HERE. Just make sure to listen to the entire song (lyrics repeated), as the second half increases the tempo and it is so good!

Thank you, Anon!




I wish I could do better by you,

‘cause that’s what you deserve

You sacrifice so much of your life

In order for this to work.

“My first flight leaves at 3 in the morning, then I connect at 7:30, and should be to you by…looks like 5:30, 11:30 your time…sooo…provided my taxi driver isn’t crazy, I should be at the hotel by midnight,” you explain to Harry over the phone. “Would you rather I get a room so I don’t wake you?” you tease. “Or I can sleep on the sofa.”

“Not funny,” he laughs. “Get your ass here! I miss you!” You giggle as you talk to him while packing your bags. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Why am I amazing?” you ask, not understanding. Booking flights isn’t rocket science, after all.

“Doing all that just to come spend some time with me,” he says, shaking his head. “Just because I was complaining about missing you. You’re amazing to me.”

“And you’re sweet to me,” you gush. “And I love you, and you’re all that matters to me.”

“I love you, too,” he answers.

While I’m off chasing my own dreams

Sailing around the world

Please know that I’m yours to keep

My beautiful girl

Harry was nervous when your flight arrived and you weren’t on it. He had gone to the airport to surprise you by picking you up, but when you weren’t there, he panicked and begged the counter agent to find out what had happened. The voice on the recording when he tried calling you told him the number he had reached was unavailable.

“Please, have you found out anything?” he asked the airline agent.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Styles,” they repeated politely. “We see that the flight was delayed. Some of the passengers were placed on other flights while some were left to wait it out until another flight is available. Terrible storm there today.”

“Thank you,” he sighed heavily, nodding nervously. Not knowing where you were, or if you were okay, was a horrible feeling. The two of you had been together for awhile now, and fans and paps everywhere knew who you were. It was two more hours before Harry’s phone received a text from your number.

‘Finally here, different gate, had no mobile service, long story. Exhausted. On my way as soon as I find a taxi. Love you.’

Harry immediately dials your number and breathes loudly when he hears your voice.

“Harry? I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” you ask.

“No, baby, I’m here, at the airport. Where’s your gate?”

Harry smiled, finally seeing your tired but beautiful face in front of him, and held you for a long moment, squeezing you so tightly you could have popped.

“Been a long day for both of us, love,” Harry says, kissing your face. “Let’s go.”

When you cry a piece of my heart dies

Knowing that I may have been the cause

If you were to leave

Fulfill someone else’s dreams

I think I might totally be lost

You were so proud of Harry. He was an amazing performer, only one of many talents. But you never tired of watching him on stage. You wiped a tear from your eye as you watched him blowing kisses to the cheering audience and offering a bow of thanks to them, before walking off stage, waving as he disappeared behind a curtain.

You managed to make your way through the back of the crowd of the small venue, only being detained a handful of times by fans of his telling you hi. As you found your way back to where the crew was, you looked around and saw Harry wiping sweat from his face with a towel, then smiling those dimples you could swim in.

You walked to him as he met you halfway, wrapping his arms around you, then pulling away.

“Oh, sorry, babe. I’m disgusting with sweat,” he says, as you grab him and pull him against you tightly.

“I don’t mind,” you say, cuddling against him as you feel his lips press against your head. “You did so well, Harry. Just busting with pride.”

Harry smiled, loving to hear praise, but especially from you. It made it a little more worth the miserable times you spent apart.

Once back at the hotel, you waited while Harry showered and changed and prepared for the next morning’s flight, knowing that your time with him was approaching its end. As you got ready for bed, Harry heard you sniff in the washroom and peaked in, seeing you wiping your eyes with a tissue. He walked to you, seeing your red, slightly-puffy eyes in the mirror and wrapped his arms around you, knowing why you were upset.

“I don’t want you to go, either, love,” he says, flowering kisses along your cheekbone.

“Went by too quickly,” you sniff, another tear leaving your eye.

“It did, yeah,” he says softly into your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I swore I wasn’t going to cry.”

You hear Harry sniff and look at him, giggling at him wiping his tears from his face and laughing at himself.

“We’ll cry together,” he says, loving on you as long as you’ll let him.

Both of you walk back into the bedroom and climb into bed, holding each other with sweet kisses and touches. As his kisses become more intimate, his hands wandering more stealthily, he kisses your neck as his mind begins thinking about you leaving. He stops kissing you and looks into your face, his hand on the side of your head, thumb caressing your cheek lightly, and staring as if he has something to say.

“What is it?” you ask.

Harry grins slightly then kisses your lips softly. “Nothing, love.”

At the airport the next morning, Harry ushers you to a corner out of sight from most, so the two of you can have a moment of privacy before the first flight leaves. Your back to the corner, Harry’s arms around you, speaking into your ear quietly and leaving loving kisses to your face, he pulls back again and you notice the same look on his face.

“Love,” he says quietly. “I want to ask you a favor.”

“Anything,” you say with a teary smile.

“You never ask for anything,” he says, caressing your hair. “Never ask me to buy you things, or take you places. You’re always content just to be with me.”

“Well, yeah, of course,” you say, a little confused and not sure where this is leading.

“But I want to ask you for something,” he starts. “Come with me,” he says sweetly. “I don’t want us to be apart anymore. Please, come with me.”

You look at him surprised. You had traveled with him before, but it was always meeting him somewhere for a short holiday.

“Quit your job,” he pleads. “Not necessary, is it? And you don’t really like it much anyway. Want us to be together. Want to take care of you. Want you with me wherever I am. Please say you will.”

You lose another tear down your cheek, touched that he felt so strongly about wanting you with him.

“Okay,” you say with a smile. “Okay. Thank you.”

He kisses you softly, rubbing his nose against yours and holding your face to his.

“My beautiful girl…”

You don’t ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls

That’s why I wrote this song to sing

My beautiful girl

Foreigner {3}

Jackson Wang X Reader


Word Count: 1,312

Anon asked: OMG! The dating Jackson one was so perf! <3 Could we maybe get a little Jackson fluff? Like maybe you are new to Korea and he’s one of the first people you run into and he’s just super sweet and helpful…or whatever you want!

Summary: You moved to Seoul, Korea only to find out that everything is so different than back home. Seeing you struggle to navigate, a man walks up to you to provide help but soon realizes you’re much more than a confused girl on the sidewalk (✿´‿`)

A/N: First off, I really like this request! Second, I’m in love with this gif. Third, I’ll update the next chapter sometime tomorrow!

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

Originally posted by kpopeyton

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

“You are an amazing person”
“You’re beautiful and caring,”  
“When I’m with you, it’s like the world stops.”

 The events of last night played in your head on a loop. You had the hardest time falling asleep and the only thing you wanted to do was snuggle yourself into Jackson’s chest and have him hold you. You couldn’t get him off your mind.

“I thought I did something wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He loosened his grip on you so he could rest his forehead on yours. You both looked into eachother’s eyes, saying so much without using any words at all. Jackson’s hands rested on your lower back while your’s were on his shoulders.
“Please give this a chance.”

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anonymous asked:

Have you done Crutchie headcanons? I love him :)

Have I done them? Yes. Do I always have more? I do indeed! I love Crutchie Morris, he’s wonderful and to good for the world.

  • Crutchie has a really pretty singing voice, high tenor, but he rarely sings in front of people
  • Jack heard him sing in the shower the first time they spent the night together and was like, “babe??? why don’t you sing more???? that was beautiful?????”
  • Crutchie is just embarrassed because he’s kinda shy
  • speaking of
  • he’s such an introvert but nobody would ever guess
  • his favorite thing about his friends is that while they’re loud and physically exhausting to be around, they’re not mentally exhausting to be around
  • sometimes after being around too many people he goes and shuts the door to his room and takes a nap or takes care of his cactuses who all have names and he loves them
  • is highly allergic to cats
  • absolutely adores cats
  • is ace and a demiboy
  • sometimes he asks his friends to use they/them because they feel nonbinary that day
  • is very oblivious to how other people feel about him, but not about how other people feel about people other than him
  • for example, he realized Sarah likes Katherine within like two days of Sarah realizing it, but he didn’t realize Jack liked him until Jack said it in as many words
  • his dad was in an army doctor and died when Crutchie was twelve when the hospital he was working was attacked
  • that was when Crutchie started dyeing his hair because he looked so much like his dad and it hurt to see that in the mirror
  • he started doing makeup on other people the first show he ever teched and then he started doing it on himself when he got anxious and eventually just all the time
  • he always does his best to stay cheerful but sometimes he just can’t anymore
  • he hates letting people see when he’s feeling like that, because he knows he’s the person people come to when they’re feeling sad, and he doesn’t want them to not, because he loves helping people
  • He’s claustrophobic and hates elevators. he loves escalators. if there isn’t an escalator he’ll fling himself up the stairs at 90 miles an hour
  • which terrifies Jack but going down is even scarier because he steps with his good leg, flings himself forward ten steps with his crutch, and gets down six flights of stairs in a minute
  • the first time Jack saw that he actually screamed because he though Crutchie was falling and going to die
  • is actually jacked like he’s so strong
  • he doesn’t get drunk often because he’s typically the one who makes sure everybody else gets home safe, but when he does he’s hilarious
    • he gets really cuddly and sappy about everyone
    • he gets confused about simple things, cats purring, how microwaves work, why ice cream is cold
    • he’s a lightweight which of course everyone thinks is funny
    • he also gets really jealous when he’s drunk so one time he saw Davey give Jack a high five and started crying until Jack gave him a double high five
  • he’s so good with kids? like so good
  • he loves musicals so much and his dream is to design lights on Broadway
  • he realized he liked boys in fifth grade and announced it out loud without quite meaning to and after that never really bothered to hide it
  • he’s really good at advice and listening
  • total mom friend I love the dork
  • one time Spot and Crutchie both got drunk on the same night which didn’t happen often usually it was one or the other and they fought but like, jokingly, and everybody thought it was so funny because it was tiny tough man v the gentlest one of all it was so funny
  • was the kid in high school who was just friends with literally everyone across all grades everyone loves him
  • is wonderful and sweet and kind and loving and very protective of his friends
  • the Hufflepufftm
  • i love Crutchie a lot
Avenging Angel: Part 21

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14Part 15Part 16Part 17Part 18Part 19 – Part 20

Braxton Covington was making it so very hard to remember that you were on a mission. Maybe you’d been starved of physical contact like this for too long, but every touch on the dance floor seemed to lower your inhibitions and make you forget why you should be wary of him.

The last time someone had paid attention to you like this was your college boyfriend, junior year. But even his touch hadn’t made you crave for more and feel as wanted as Braxton’s was right now.

It was in the way he gripped your hand to pull you back to him every time you teasingly started dancing away. The way his hand flattened against your stomach, holding your back against his muscular chest. The heavy breaths in your ear as he rolled your body with his.

There was no question. Braxton knew what he was doing on the dance floor.

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headcanon prompts i guess


  • What is their concept of ‘healthy eating’ and, by their standards, do they eat healthily?
  • If not, is there a particular reason why? ie, can’t afford fresh food, don’t like vegetables, because it’s convienent?
  • How many meals do they eat/day? How often do they snack?
  • Favorite foods for various meals. Favourite desserts and snacks. Favourite drinks.
  • Do they drink alcohol, and if so: what type, how much, how often?
  • Do they drink caffeine, and if so: what type, how much, how often?
  • Food allergies? Do they eat food they are allergic to anyway?
  • Dietary restrictions? If so, are they medical, religious, or self-imposed?
  • If they had to eat only one food for the rest of their lives with no negative effects on their health, what would it be? (Consider taste, texture…)
  • If they had to give up one food for the rest of their lives, what would it be? (Not a food they already don’t eat.)
  • Food they would describe with the “better than sex” cliche.
  • Is dessert before supper ok?
  • As a child, did their parents make them ‘clear their plate’?
  • Do they have any eating disorders?
  • Thoughts on food touching?
  • Do they eat breakfast?
  • Do they eat standing up or do they sit?
  • How do they eat skittles/other small coloured candies? ie, do they sort them out first, eat them in a particular order, squish them first? One at a time or giant handfuls? 
  • Do they eat with their hands or use utensils?


  • Are they a night owl or an early bird?
  • Do they sleep enough?
  • Can they fall asleep anywhere? If not, what conditions do they need to fall asleep? ie darkness, bed, ambient noise.
  • When in bed, do they fall asleep on their tummy or their back or their side?
  • Do they wake up in that same position?
  • Any sleep disorders? If so, how do they deal with the issue/symptoms?
  • How many pillows and blankets do they have?
  • Do they sleep with a special stuffed animal or blanket or other comfort item?
  • Do they talk during their sleep, or snore, or kick?
  • Do they sleepwalk & if so, how bad is it?
  • Do they dream? Are their dreams good, bad, just plain weird, or prophetic? Do they remember their dreams when they wake up? Do they keep a dream journal?


  • Do they use public restrooms freely or only when absolutely necessary?
  • TP: under or over?
  • Do they prefer baths or showers? What temperature do they like their water? How long do they take, and how much of that time is actually spent washing?
  • Do they sing in the shower?
  • How do they keep their teeth clean?
  • How do they pamper themselves? ie, long bubble baths etc.
Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 5)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1809

Warnings: Some swears

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]


You’re late for lunch. After you finished your ten additional laps, you spent a long time in the shower, standing in your bathing suit and flip flops, letting the hot water loosen your sore muscles as you thought.

The CWHL was your goal. It always had been. Since the first day your dad put skates on you when you were 2 years old, you knew hockey was your future - even though you consciously couldn’t truly know that - but there was something special about the way hockey made you feel.

As a kid, you were always a bit clumsy and awkward, different parts of your body growing at various speeds, causing you to feel discombobulated all the time. But when you put on skates, everything changed. Suddenly your long arms and shorter legs worked together. You could skate without tripping over your feet, and skate fast. Your novice coach recognized your talent in your very first year of playing house league, and urged your parents to let you try out for the rep teams the following year. Much to their surprise, you made the highest level, the AA team.

From there on out, your life became a blur of early morning practices, power skating camps, shooter pad lessons, and a long list of school absences for out of town tournaments. Hockey became your life. And you loved every single second of it.

However now, as you are within arm’s reach of your dream, of becoming one of the girls on the posters hung up in your childhood bedroom, you’re questioning your decision. You’ve considered what Steph has told you, and how you need to take more time to do teenage things, like go out and have fun and fall in love and just be normal. But here’s the thing about hockey: it can’t merely be a part of your life, it has to be all of it. Hockey isn’t a hobby, it’s a lifestyle.

You didn’t know what to do. You certainly weren’t about to give up hockey, but the idea of letting loose a little was tempting. And then came problem that you were attending the most elite junior hockey training camp in the country, where most NHL and CWHL stars first get noticed by scouts. You couldn’t slack off now, of all times.

You had sighed, turning off the water and wrapping yourself up in a towel. As you were drying off, you made your decision: you would work hard for the rest of camp, and then maybe take a day or two off after it was over to relax. You had nodded to yourself, happy that you were going to put Steph’s advice into action. You had picked up your phone, about to text her the good news, and then squealed when you saw the time. Lunch had started 20 minutes ago!

Now you’re standing with your tray of healthy food in the mess hall, trying to find a place to sit. You can’t spot Steph’s blonde head anywhere in the crowd. Normally you would spend the extra five minutes awkwardly circling around the room until you found her, but since you’re late and dryland starts in less than 15 minutes, you decide against it.

You pick a smaller, empty table at the back. It’s recently been vacated by the state of its surface. You flick a piece of lettuce to the side and sit down before shoving food into your mouth. You know you probably look disgusting, but you didn’t realize how hungry you were and you’re in a rush. At least, that’s what you tell yourself to make you feel less embarrassed when you look up from your bowl of quinoa to see Auston sitting in front of you, smirking.

You pause mid-chew, shocked, and then swallow your food in one whole gulp - except it goes down your airpipe and you start choking. You thought this situation couldn’t get more embarrassing, but somehow you still manage to make more of a fool of yourself in front of him. You cough, your face going bright red and tears escaping from your eyes as you try to swallow the food properly.

Auston slides his glass of water across the table, which you accept gladly. You drink the water in long, slow gulps, soothing your now-irritated throat. Once you’re done, you place the empty glass down on the table, and look at it sheepishly. “Sorry.”

He just glances at the glass and shakes his head before looking back up at you, an amused smile on his face.

“If I had known I would make you cry as soon as you saw me, I would’ve picked a different table to sit at.”


Auston reaches up with his hand and gently brushes away the stray tears on your cheeks. Your skin burns underneath his thumb, and a tingling sensation lingers even after he removes his hand.

“You were crying.”

“Oh,” you say. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Of course you didn’t,” he mumbles. The way he looks at you makes you blush.

“Why do you always catch me in the most embarrassing moments?”

He smirks. “I don’t know, it must be a special talent of mine.”

“Well, you need to stop being so talented then.”

“I’m afraid that’s impossible.”


“Just confident.”

“There’s a fine line.”

Auston looks up at someone standing behind you. You turn around to see Steph smiling knowingly down at you two.

“Hey, Auston, Y/N.” You can tell she’s trying to be casual. When Auston’s not looking, she winks.

“Hey Steph,” Auston greets her politely. “Do you want to sit down?”

“Oh no thanks, that’s alright. I was just coming to get Y/N. We’re going to walk to dryland together. Do you-”

“Did somebody say dryland?” Mitch walks up behind Auston and pushes Auston’s baseball cap forward so it covers his eyes.

Auston swats Mitch away and takes off his cap, smoothing back his hair before placing it back down on his head in the correct position. You never realized how hot he looks in a hat.

“Yeah, we were just about to leave,” Steph says shyly, twirling her ponytail around her finger as she stares at Mitch.

Mitch, to your surprise, is at a loss for words for once in his life. He stands there, gazing into Steph’s eyes a beat too long before realizing what he’s doing. “Oh, um…okay, cool. That’s cool. I’ll, uh…I’ll come with you.”

Steph smiles back so sweetly you have to pretend cough to hide your laugh. Auston wiggles his eyebrows at you before looking back at the two, barely able to hide his grin.

You clear your throat. “So, should we go?” you ask, standing up with your empty tray.

Steph and Mitch finally look away from each other. There’s a sense you’ve interrupted something private between them by the way their faces are both flushed a deep pink.

“Yeah,” Steph says, her voice unusually high-pitched. “Let’s go.”

It’s so hot out, you’re already sweating by the time the four of you reach the field. You scoop your hair up into a ponytail, scraping back the damp strands sticking to your neck. You feel a pair of eyes on you and you look over to see Auston. He smiles at you quickly before looking away.

“It’s so hot out,” you say lamely.

“Yeah. I hope they don’t make us run too much.”

But sure enough, when you get closer, you both notice the pylons set up at every line.

Auston groans. “I just jinxed myself.”

You laugh. “I hope you brought lots of water.”

“Nope. But I could always use the garden hose.” He looks up at you, a slight smirk on his face. You know he’s teasing you about the very first time he saw you, drinking messily from the hose.

“Oh, shut-up,” you retort, pushing him away. Except he doesn’t really move away as much as you expected and your hands linger on his bicep longer than appropriate.

You jerk your hands away, your cheeks burning. Auston is staring at you, but you refuse to meet his eyes.

Thankfully, you’re saved by the dryland instructor, who calls everyone over. She’s short and petite, but you know better than to underestimate her. She runs a mean off-ice fitness program. “Afternoon everyone.”

“Good afternoon,” you all reply.

“Today, we’re going to do everyone’s favourite - sprints!” She holds up her hands. “Now, before you all start whining and complaining, if you guys get through this perfectly, I’ll cut the practice time in half, got it?”

You all nod.

“Right then, let’s get started with some dynamic stretches. Alexis! Why don’t you lead us today.”

Alexis steps forward and begins lunging. Everyone lines up behind her and copies her movement.

Once stretching is over, the instructor divides you all into teams. You don’t know anybody in your group besides Mitch, but he’s too busy making heart eyes at Steph across the field to be any real help.

“Alright, number ones, on the line please,” the instructor calls out.

You nudge Mitch, hard. “That’s you, doofus.”

He scrambles to the line, but the instructor has already blown the whistle. Great. Now you’ve got to work extra hard to win. Not that this is has been outlined as a competition, but in this camp, you always want to perform your best.

You look around at the other teams and you see Auston waiting at the line to your left. He catches your eye and winks before high-fiving his teammate and sprinting to the first line. You know you’re supposed to be watching your team, but you can’t take your eyes off Auston. Being so large, he moves at an exceptional speed for his size, and by the time he’s finished his sprints, he’s pulled his team into first place.

Auston notices you staring, and without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and tugs at the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Your heart rate increases tenfold.

He tosses his shirt to the side, leaving him in nothing but a pair of blue shorts. You feel your mouth go dry as you stare, marvelling at every defined muscle, your eyes tracing the curve of his shoulders, the prominence of his chest, before trailing down to his abs and the softened v-lines that disappear into his shorts. You gulp and he smirks at you.

“Y/N!” Mitch suddenly yells in your ear, making you jump. “Go!”

Tearing your eyes away from Auston, you sprint as fast as you can to the first line. You run as hard as you can, but your legs feel slightly shaky. You settle for second place, Auston’s teammate crossing the line a second before you.

You look over and he’s already staring at you, that same damn smirk on his face.

[Part 6]

Give Me the Melody

Kihyun | Monsta X
1,360 words | FLUFF
none, Rated G

A/N: this is garbage, I know nothing about Kihyun because I only just started listening to Monsta X, but I’m posting it anyway lol hope you find some sort of amusement

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

What’s that one song Zina Goldrich wrote? Oh, no, I know. Alto’s Lament. That’s it.

That’s me.

If you’d asked me when I was six what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always, “I want to star in musicals!”

I’d have the same answer through middle school and high school, through my years and years of school productions, summer workshops, and vocal lessons. I’d been a musical theatre major in college, and in every single musical the college theatre department put on. I did plays, too, but there was always something about a musical that really got me.

I love music of almost every genre. I love storytelling and acting, dancing and singing, and damn, if musicals aren’t the best way to show all of my passions, I don’t know what is.

But alas, I am an alto. And while I’ve trained myself to belt, working over my voice breaks to both hit higher notes and sing in my head-voice, I’m a true alto. The songs I feel most comfortable singing are meant for men.

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