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Witch Tips for City Witches

City Witch Tips for all of my fellow witches stuck in apartments, dorms or other city areas.

  • If you can’t burn incense you can make your own sprayable incense by mixing alcohol (usually vodka or rubbing) with essential oils and a bit of oil, spray in the air to act like incense
  • If you are unable to go outside for whatever reason to get rain water (in my case just no where to collect it safely), fill a jar or glass with regular water and keep it near a cracked window to charge it with the wind, sound and scent of the rain outside. Same goes for storm water
  • Trapped in city and unable to get ocean water? Sea salt mixed with rain/storm water can be an excellent substitute
  • To continue on with water substitutes, if you can’t collect snow crushed ice from your fridge will suffice
  • Low key warding/protection you can use: spray moon water, salt water or sprayable incense about your apartment or dorm, place sigils under doormats, furniture, inside cupboards, etc; place crystals about hidden or out in the open, sweep and dust out the door or towards windows
  • If you need melted wax to seal a jar or for any other magical purpose, but can’t burn candles, by a wax melter and melt that wax and imagine the light from the burner acting like a flame (plus they are rather cheap, I got mine for 25 bucks)
  • Need stars in your craft but too much light pollution? Glow in the dark stars on your ceiling or wall can work just as well for visualization. Print out pictures of your favorite constellations or planets and place them up on your walls or on your altar. Live video feed of the night sky can also be easily found on the internet
  • Bath magic is amazing for low-key ‘in the woods’ witches. Use teas, milk, oils, herbs, bath bombs, bubble baths, salts, etc that relate to your intent. It is also a good place to meditate if you have roommates or family around that would disturb you otherwise
  • If you do for whatever reason need to burn a candle, birthday candles are small, melt fast, and don’t create a lot of smoke or smokey scent
  • Sigils are another great low-key form of magic. To boost them up, use color magic related to the color you draw them in, write them using quills made of feathers related to your intent, use colored paper, rub a drop of essential oil on them, charge them with crystals or in your windowsill
  • You don’t have to burn sigils to activate them, which is hardly an option when you are in a dorm or apartment. Other options are: Shredding them, erasing them, soaking them in a bath or shower, using body heat or your own pulse, etc
  • Miss having the outdoors and plants around? Windowsill gardens can really help. Small plants you can consider keeping in your windowsill or counter-tops: succulents, cacti, bamboo, lemongrass, basic, rosemary, mint, rosemary, mosses, aloe, snake plant, pothos (and other vines), carrots, beets, shallots, lettuce, spinach, garlic, chives, parsley, oregano, thyme, and marigold
  • Open your window to let the wind and air from outside to help energize you and clear out negative energies inside
  • Fun places to put sigils: under furniture, carved into soap, onto shampoo/conditioner bottles, on your make up, inside phone cases, in shoes, under bandages, sewn into pillow cases and blankets, behind pictures in frames, underside of nail polish, carved into wax squares for your wax melter, keys and keychains, behind mirrors or in medicine cabinets, on bookmarks, on or in binders and pencil cases, on medicine bottles, and water bottles/travel mugs
  • Easy to make and dispose of poppets: carrot sticks (one of my personal favorites), apples or other fruit, clothe, paper, popsicle sticks, paper towels/napkins, toilet paper rolls, eggs, celery stocks, and cotton balls
  • The internet is an amazing thing. Need some sounds to help you focus or meditate? Easily look up the sounds of rain, storms, wind, ocean waves, jungles, forests, etc
  • Christmas lights are fun and great way to use discrete witchcraft. Select ones in the colors you wish for them to bring ie green for growth, yellow for inspiration, white for protection, purple for psychic abilities, etc. 
  • Some everyday things you can use for discrete witchcraft that don’t cost much at all or that you most likely already have: water, table salt, black pepper, paper, crayons/pencils/pens/markers, vinegar, milk, tea, highlighters, make up and beauty supplies, shampoo and conditioner, rubber bands, paperclips, thumbtacks, computer/phone/tablet, music/music player, playing cards, dice, air freshener, perfumes, toothpaste, rice, flour, sugar, honey, and all kitchen herbs and seasonings.
  • Can’t afford gemstones or crystals on college budget? Crackle and dyed quartz you can find super cheap at craftstores and online. I bought a whole bag for 4 bucks. Use them based on their colors and shapes. Can’t afford that but still want to use rocks in your craft? Find some rocks you like outside, again use their colors and shapes to determine their correspondences. Want to use them for a specific purpose? Paint sigils on them in the color that corresponds with what you want! Charge them in your windowsill or with your own energy and intent. There you go!
  • Pocket mirrors are cheap, easy to carry around and great for glamours and on the go magic. 
  • Seriously though, glamour spells are going to be a good option for you. use your make up, skin products, hair care products, brushes/combs, perfume, mirrors, toothbrush/toothepaste and intent. Good to do while you are getting ready for your day
  • Dream magic is another friend of the city witch! Use crystals, sigils, herbs, etc near your bed before you go to sleep, drink some chamomile, get yourself a dream journal (mine is literally a notebook with construction paper on it), keep it and a pen near you. In the morning write down your dreams, your thoughts, how you feel (tired, refreshed, groggy, etc), and interpret them. 
  • Can’t afford tarot cards? Print out some, you can usually find them online and they won’t last as long as a real deck but it is a good temporary solution. Want a Ouija board but can’t keep one or need it to be easily hidden? Print one out, draw on one on paper or cardboard, fold it up and store it once you are done. Want a pendulum but can’t afford one? Use your favorite necklace, bracelet or keychain!
  • Tea and coffee magic is great, make your own tea blends with the herbs you like. Or just buy simple green or black tea and add sugar, milk, etc depending on your intentions
  • As I said before, crock pot magic. The Modern Cauldron: brew and cook all day with it, fill your apartment with the scent of the herbs and food to fill it with the energies they correspond with and you get a delicious meal to come home to! Most dorms allow them. Rice cookers also work well.
  • Can’t afford fresh food? Have to survive on ramen, canned soup, and microwaved meals? That is okay! They even correspond with things! Tomato soup for love, beauty and passion. Beef ramen noodles for strength, courage and longevity. Microwave mac n cheese for beauty and feminity. Look at their ingredients and what they correspond with. Sure its not as glamorous as a making a huge made by scratch traditional meal but its kitchen magic none the less. Stir it with your intent while you cook. It isn’t fancy but it works just as well!
  • Use a notebook or binder for a nice grimoire, decorate it as much as you want on the inside. Print out pictures of nature, animals, planets, stars, places, crystals, etc that you cant’ access/afford and use them in your craft. Spell books and grimoires are powerful tools
  • Don’t have a wand? Use a wooden spoon. Tie a colored string or ribbon to it to correspond with what energy you want it to have and move and flick it as you would a wand. 
  • Knitting, crocheting, and knot magic is very apartment friendly. As well as sewing and embroidering plus it is super calming.
  • Glitter, sequins, and beads are great in witchcraft! Use their colors to determine their correspondences. Put them in spell jars, sachets, bottles, etc. Glitter tip: if you spill any don’t fret, get some packing tape, wrap it around your hand with the sticky part outwards and dab at that glitter spill. You will literally pick up all of the glitter in seconds!
  • Enchant and charge your pots, pans, skillets, and other cookware to make every meal magical
  • Make moonwater in your windowsills. Use it for cleansing, beauty, divination, clarity, protection and purification
  • Take walks. Even if it is a city there is still nature about. Pigeons flying about, potted flowers outside of stores, grass growing in front lawns, etc. Enjoy yourself, even if it is not some wild, vast forest you can still connect with your local nature.
  • Pick up litter or garbage you see outside, being in the city we all see it. The natural world around you will appreciate you helping out. Bring a bag with you when you take your walks or travel and fill it with wrappers you see on the ground.

I hope this was helpful to all of my fellow city and dorm witches!

SNS Headcanon

Although Naruto has completely and wholeheartedly forgiven Sasuke for his initial abandonment, as he realized during their separation the true extent of internal battles and intense pains Sasuke faced, he can’t help but feel subconsciously insecure, often suffering from nightmares stemming from Sasuke’s absence.

These nightmares usually involve Sasuke’s realization that the village does not, in fact, mean anything to him, and he no longer feels a connection to the village, if he ever did.

On these nights, Naruto often talks in his sleep and reaches out for Sasuke, who is a light sleeper that grows frustrated at the slightest interruption of deep sleep…

Still half asleep, a tan hand reaches out, instinctively, landing on Sasuke’s chest, startling the usually stoic man awake. The voice is tired and groggy, mumbling, “just making sure you’re still here.”

Initially prepared to beat to a bloody pulp who ever had interrupted his REM cycle, he pauses as he finds himself suddenly silenced by the words. Naruto is already back to sleep, never fully awake to begin with, and Sasuke can’t help but smile sadly as his chest tightens at the innocent gesture.

He rolls on his side to stare deeply at his sleeping lover, fully confident in his thoughts that he would never leave his blonde fool; he couldn’t. They saved each other; how could he possibly leave behind the very person who helped him out of the all-consuming darkness?

‘Naruto will soon realize that.’ Sasuke finishes stating in his mind, as he proceeds to cuddle closer to him, wrapping his arms around his warm form.

Resting his forehead against a mop of messy blonde hair, he whispers, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Are you Daddy’s lady fwiend? Pt.3


Word count: 1,700+

Warnings: Some bad words but that’s it.

part 1    part 2 


When I got to my apartment, I felt drained.

I couldn’t help but feel as if Calum being upset was my fault.  He might have regretted me meeting kaiden.

He probably didn’t want me to be a mom with him, he just said he did so Kaiden wouldn’t be upset anymore.

I let my bag fall on to the couch and went into my rom. Ready to sleep for eternity.

I put on some sweatpants and a shirt and got under the covers, plugging in my hone to charge. As I Laid back on the bed closing my eyes, I heard my phone ring. Turning over, I reached for it, seeing that it was calum calling I sat up and answered.

“Hey,” I bit my lip, not sure of why he was calling since he didn’t even say bye to me when I left.

“I love you princess” His voice was groggy, tired, and it seemed as if he had been crying. Nonetheless, hearing those words made me smile and made my stomach fill up with butterflies, no, Dinosaurs, made my stomach fill up with dinosaurs having a party.

“I love you too” I played with my hands, closing my eyes, still fearing what he would say next.

“I-I’m sorry, for acting like a douche when you left. Just know that I love you and I’m so fucking thankful for having you in my life. Thank you for being so good to me, and now to Kaiden. I Love you.” You heard him sniffle, and got worried.

“Cal? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” I got up and started pacing.

“I-I’m okay princess, don’t worry about me.” He sniffled once more and hung up the phone.

I called him back but he wasn’t answering.

I kept trying, leaving him voice mails, until he texted me.

Squishy Cal <3: Go to sleep. I’m okay

While vague, his answer did calm me down. I knew Calum wouldn’t hide something from me. If he said he was okay, and that was it.

He wouldn’t keep anything from me.



This couldn’t be happening.

I was running late. Like really late.

And today I had to open the shop earlier, because I had appointments all day. Weirdly enough, Mndays were quite the popular day to get tattoos, that’s why my schedule was so full today. I had a guy in at 7:30 to get inked.

It was currently 7:45.

To top it off, my mom couldn’t watch Kaiden today.

I had no idea what to do.

I grabbed my phone, deciding that I would take Ky with me with work, when I hear the text message notification. I ignored it, I didn’t have the time to socialize right now.

I put Kaiden in his car seat, got behind the wheel and drove the shop.

“Jet Black Heart” was the second most important thing I’ve ever done. The first one being Kaiden of course. I had always wanted to be a tattoo artist, so while I was in high school, I worked my butt of trying to get enough money to someday open my own shop.

My parents gave me the best graduation present, they bought me a place where I could put my shop. It was quite big actually, and it needed a lot of work, but luckily it was all aesthetic work so I could do it at my own pace. For 4 years I worked 4 days a week at a restaurant, as a waiter. Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays were spent as an apprentice Kyle Harris, who had taught me everything I knew about design, technique and tattoos in general.

Finally, at age 22, Jet Black Heart was born.

It felt fucking great.

When I parked my car behind the shop, I got Kaiden and put on my sunglasses. I walked inside from the back door, carrying Kaiden on my hip, and saw that the guy I was meant to tattoo at 7:30, was waiting outside, leaning on a Porsche.

I scoffed, I hated tattooing rich kids.

I opened the door, and mumbled a come in to him. He took off his sun glasses and walked in.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m aware.” I put Kaiden down and motioned for him to go into the room where I chilled when there was no one here. He looked up at me.

“I’m hungry daddy” Crap!  I didn’t make breakfast!

This day couldn’t get worse.

“I’ll get you something in a little bit yeah? Just go into the TV room and wait there.” I ruffled his hair and looked up at the guy, who was holding in his laughter.

“What’s so funny mate?” I asked as I looked at the agenda, looking to see if he had given me a design.

“You got a kid?” He looked amused,

I stared at him, contemplating whether or not I should answer him “Yes,” even if he was a douche, I couldn’t be rude to a client.

He chuckled. “There’s this thing called condoms dude. It doesn’t feel the same but it saves you from taking care of that” He pointed to the room where Kaiden had gone in.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, your dad should’ve used one of those.”  I grabbed my phone and plugged it in to charge. I saw that y/n was the person that had texted me.

My love <3: Good morning babe :)

“What did you just say to me?!” I ignored him and answered Y/n.

Squishy Cal <3:  HI baby,are you busy?

I hoped she wasn’t working early today.

I found the design I had previously made for the guy, Jungkook apparently, and told him to go into the tattooing room to the left. He clenched his jaw, but did as I said anyways.

My love <3: Not right now, why?

Squishy Cal <3: Can you come over to the shop? I didn’t have time to make breakfast, and I’ve kaiden here with me, hungry.

My love <3: I’ll be there in 15. Is McDonald’s okay?

Squishy Cal <3: It’s perfect.

Squishy Cal <3: Thank you princess <3

I went in the TV room and saw that Kaiden was watching cartoon. “Y/n will bring food in a little bit bud”. He looked up.

“Mommy?”  I nodded and he smiled. He leaned back on the black couch and kept watching TV.

I went into the tattooing room and washed my hands and put on a new pair of rubber gloves. I checked that I had my machines ready and grabbed a new needle. I stood in front of douche guy and opened the needle in front of him. He just looked at me while I sterilized the needle.

“Take off your shirt,” I told him, since in my agenda it said that he wanted a back piece.

“You’re not gay, are you?” He took off his shirt and waited for my reaction. He was buff, but nothing compared to me of course.

I smirked. “I’m not. And If I was, I wouldn’t be interested. So don’t worry” I cleaned his back and laid the stencil on him. “There,” I moved aside so he could look at the stencil placement on the wall-length mirror. “Is it okay there?”

He nods, no wanting to speak, apparently. Once he lays on the seat I start tattooing him, carefully following the lines of the stencil on his skin. He wanted an Aztec type of design, and while it looked complex, to was actually quite easy to do.

About 20 minutes in, I hear the door open. “I’ll be right there, just give me a minute!” I wiped off the guy’s skin, ready to get up and see who it was who had just walked in.

“Take you time, I’ll be with kaiden.” I heard Y/n’s voice and took a deep breath. I didn’t know if I was ready to see her, after last night.

I saw the guy turn is head, trying to get a glimpse of y/n and I chuckled and moved his head to rest against the seat. “Stop moving.”

“You’re very demanding.” He closed his eyes. “Was that your wife?”

Without thinking too much about it I answered him. “Yes.”

He chuckled, “Take care of that one. She’s good in bed.”

I stopped my movements and stared at the smirk growing on his face. “What did you say?”

“I said she’s good in bed.” He kept smirking. “Or on the couch, against the wall, on the floo-“

“How the fuck would you know?!” I had put the machine down and was having a hard time not beating the daylights out of him.

“Well, I was her first.” He cracked a devilish grin.

I stared, not believing him. I knew this! Y/n had told me that she lost her virginity to a guy named Joe. He was just trying to rile me up.

I took a deep breath and took the machine in my hand again. I kept working despite the thought swirling in my head.


After about an hour, I was done and I could finally stop any contact with douche guy. I cleaned the tattoo one last time and started cleaning the equipment and disposing of the needed as he looked at his ink on the mirror.

“Looks good man” He said as he grabbed his shirt and started to put it on but I stopped him.

“I have to bandage it first” He groaned and I rolled my eyes. He did however, let me do my job.

After giving him the instructions on how to take care of his fresh tattoo, I walked over to the cash register and charged him. He gave me his card and I swiped it. Giving it back, I looked behind me and saw that y/n was cleaning the TV room.

“Leave that alone, I’ll do it later” I gave douche guy his receipt and smiled when I saw Y/n approach me. I wrapped my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “Thanks for feeding my kid” I chuckled.

Our kid” She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder, she looked ahead and stiffened.

I saw douche guy smirk. “y/n”


That’s Jungkook right there  ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑

He’s from a Kpop band called “BTS”

ALSO: i’m not a tattoo artist, therefore all of the tattoo info in this chapter is based on what I saw on the show Ink Master and or through google.

Thank you so much for the feedback I’ve been getting!

Hope you like it, if you want part 4, just request it :).

The first person that requests part 4, will get an itty bitty spoiler ;) Only if it’s off-anon.


anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON


Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 


As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.


For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”


I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.

[imagine] waking up next to hiphop unit

This boy would probably wake up before you and start mumbling/rapping nonsensical sentences. Something along the lines like, “My jagi is asleep, sleeping in my sheets… Let’s check the weather for Seoul, Korea, today’s forecast is-” and you’d mumble for him to stop but he’d just turn over and smile brightly at you like “Today’s news: my jagi is grumpy and tired” And you can’t help but smile at him because who could be mad at jeon wonwoo?? He’d continue singing sentences to different song tunes until you wake up a bit more. 

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Running Errands

‘Mmmm…cabbage…cabbage…’ Qrow thought, searching for one of the many ingredients on Summer’s errand list at Patch’s farmer’s market.


“I’m so sorry to ask you to do this, baby, since you just got back last night, and if I could go by myself I would, but–”

“Short-Stack, calm down! Don’t worry! It’ll give me a good excuse to look for some maintenance supplies and dust cartridges for myself. Besides, you could use a break from the girls.” He winked, grabbing his wallet and shoving it into his back pocket.

“Thank you so much, Qrow. This way I can get things cleaned up and have the house in order! It really hasn’t been, since…” Summer trailed off, glancing over to Taiyang, and formerly Raven’s, door. Her eyelids heavily hung on her face, and Qrow could see dark circles starting to show on her face.

An ache grew in his heart, feeling the crushing absence of his twin sister. It had been three months, and his brother-in-law still refused to come out of his room, leaving Yang in the care of Qrow’s wife, Summer. Muddles, negative emotions began to fester in his chest. How Raven could just abandon poor, sweet Yang and her husband was beyond him. Matters were only made more stressful with Qrow and Summer’s own offspring, Ruby, coming into the world. He tried not to blame Tai, but when he entrusted his ‘Short-Stack’s safety into the blond huntsman’s hands, along with his tiny ‘Petal’, a sense of regret and hate resided in his chest. His family was in the hands of his depressed, recluse of a brother-in-law, and though he sympathized with him, had grown increasingly bitter towards him in the last few weeks.

Two children for a new mother was just too much to handle by herself, especially a ball of energy like Yang, and Summer’s frantic exhaustion was the evidence for it. Blinking back his hurt feelings and building anger, he simply stroked Summer’s head and allowed her silky hair to run along his palm. She moaned in response to his touch and leaned her head against his chest.

“Feels good…” She mewed, which elicited a chuckle to rumble against her head.

“Well, we will be back in a few hours. Clean the house, and then why don’t you relax? Take a nap.” He leaned in closer to her, voice growing husky and deep, “Then maybe we can share a warm, stress-relieving bath tonight.”

Summer whipped her head to meet illuminated, maroon eyes and a crooked smile; his crooked smile. Her cheeks flushed and a similar smirk laced her lips in response.


Planting a quick kiss against her soft lips, Qrow walked over to Ruby’s crib and picked up his sleepy, quiet daughter. Her feathery, thick hair brushed up against his neck, tickling him slightly. Qrow wondered if she would keep her feathery hair, a trait from her father, or if it would turn to silk like mommy.

“Yang,” Summer called. ‘Go with your uncle to help him with the errands, okay sweetie?’

A thunderous clap of feet against hardwood raced toward Summer. Turning the corner into Summer and Qrow’s bedroom, Yang jumped up and down to see her Uncle.

“WE GO OUT?” She hollered, excited to leave the house she had been cooped up in for the past week.

In unison, Summer and Qrow put a finger to their lips and shushed the loud child. Yang cupped her mouth in response. Qrow giggled at her, his adorable little firecracker of a niece, whose hair was as blonde as Tai’s and yet ever wild, like her mother’s. She was the best blend of the two.

“Yes, sweetie,” Qrow nodded, “you have to use your inside voices around Ruby, though, Yang. She’s sleeping right now.”

Yang nodded, mouth still covered by her hands. Together, the trio left the house, with Yang leading the way in a display of cartwheels, jumps, and “UNCW QWOW! WOOK! WOOK WUH I CAN DO!”


‘Ah, there it is.’ Final item on the grocery list done, Qrow heard a loud yawn come from his shins as he payed for Summer’s dinner ingredients. He turned to see his niece leaning up against a wooden beam that held the vegetable stand up.

“Tired, kiddo?”

A half-lidded, groggy face turned up to him, only yawning again in response. Shifting her weight, Yang threw herself against his leg, tugging on his pants.

“No more. No more walking. Sleepy.” The little three year old had done spectacular while on their outing, and Qrow knew that soon after the exhaustion would come a tantrum. Yang and tantrums usually caused major destruction, breaking and burning everything within a 5 mile radius.

Shuffling his bag, he leaned down to be level with Yang. “You’re doing great, Firecracker. We need to pick up just a few more items. How about I carry you and you can take a nap like Ruby?”  The infant SEW shifted in Qrow’s arms, nuzzling under his chin and seemingly trying to get even closer to her Dad. Yang eyed Ruby, starting to look jealous of all the attention she realized the little baby was getting, and furiously nodded her head.

“UP!” She bounced on her heels, and mid bounce, Qrow caught her. A giggle escaped the girls lips as she snuggled up against her uncles chest. Throwing her arms around his neck and wiggling her legs, she found a comfy position, and cued Qrow that he could pick his bag of food back up, and continue to shop.

Looking at his list, his legs began taking him towards the weapons shop. A few new gears and some dust cartridges would be coming home with him, along with some more dust ammunition for his wife.

Feeling both daughter and niece rub their faces against his neck, Qrow’s heart warmed, overjoyed and feeling very blessed for his tiny, perfect family.

I will color this sometime tomorrow. For right now, it is just a line art.

As always, Ruby clings to Daddy’s necklace. I haven’t done a piece with Ruby, Yang, and Qrow in a few weeks, so I hope you all enjoy this!

You are free to color this if you like. Just please give me credit.

Hi there (: Before reading this post, I recommend sitting down with a hot mug of tea/coffee and a packet of biscuits because this post is going to be quite long!
I stumbled upon one of my very old blogposts from my fetus blog and there was a very extensive “study + exam tips” post, so I thought I’d repost it on here with some of the information tweaked (that is, fix up my grammar mistakes and make the language sound somewhat more sophisticated and structured):


Making notes:
Every exam that I study for, I always write a set of notes and summaries. Personally, they’re quite useful for me because as I write notes, I also remember what I write. It depends on what types of study methods you prefer but for note-writing, here are a few tips:

  • Making it visually appealing:
    I recommend writing notes in a set of different colours and font sizes since it’d be easier to remember. For example, write all the main headings in capital with a highlight, and write the subheadings in red.
    By using a wide range of colours, you’re able to remember and visualise it easier later on.
  • Picking out what to write:
    Something that I struggle with whenever I write notes is choosing what to write. I’m a major word-hoarder, meaning that I’ll write everything in my notes, which is really bad since it’s not actually summarising. It’s more of copying the text word for word. Over the past few exams, I’ve learnt that in my notes, I only need the “super” main points like topic sentences at the start of each paragraph in a textbook. In text book paragraphs, most topic sentences summarise everything that will be discussed in the paragraph. Don’t go through the trouble of summarising everything because the rest of the paragraph will most likely contain examples, context, and definitions. I recommend taking small notes on these and expanding on the topic sentence.
  • Media, images and diagrams:
    As the saying goes, “a picture is worth a thousand words” and in notes, that is quite true. Diagrams and charts can show the same amount of information as two or three paragraphs of text. In my notes, I always aim to draw as many colourful diagrams, charts and cycles as possible. Since they’re colourful, they’re easier to visualise and remember during the exam and also, the points in which you’re meant to be studying are basically explained in diagrams.

You’ve written notes; now what?
Well, after writing notes, you’ve got to start studying them. I find it good to find points that you have no clue about, and remember and practice those.

  • Create/Take quizzes:
    A great way to see how much of the content you’ve remembered is taking or creating quizzes. During 8th and 9th grade, I remember creating tons of quizzes for myself about the points I was meant to study. The questions were very general but they did help me to remember my notes. I recommend creating them on Powerpoint and scrolling through the slides to quiz yourself. If you aren’t bothered to create quizzes, there are always many online. Tons of educational websites have quizzes about a wide range of subjects from maths to science. At my school, my teachers used to give us past exam papers to do. If possible, you can always ask your teachers for those, or search for some online. I recommend marking down the questions you get wrong, so you can study them later.
  • Read through them:
    Another studying technique is also skimming through a section of your notes then reciting them aloud to test your memory. 
  • Study with other people:
    Your classmates are probably cramming and studying for the exam like you are, so wouldn’t it be a good idea to study with them? I recommend joining Skype calls or chats with your friends who are also studying. It’s a good way to share and examine content, as well as learn new material.

How to prepare for your exams:
Okay. Now this section, I learnt through ALOT of experience. When it comes to preparing for exams physically and mentally, I absolutely suck at it. But through experience, I’ve learnt essential things that you should do to prepare for them.

  • Get enough SLEEP!:
    I 100% recommend you get a full night’s sleep before your exam.
    I used to stay up until 3 or 4am just writing notes, reciting them and repeating the procedure over and over. I would only have 2 or 3 hours sleep, having to wake up at 7am to prepare for school. The hours leading up to the exam were torturous. I was tired, groggy, and couldn’t keep my eyes open. Not to mention, I was also in a grumpy and foul mood since I was too tired. When the time to actually do the exam came around, I remember my mind just going blank as I sat there and tried to remember my notes. But I couldn’t! Because I was way too tired to remember anything!
    So yeah, get a good night’s sleep!
  • Eat all your meals!
    Back then, I used to skip meals frequently since I couldn’t afford to lose or waste time that could be spent studying. So I would go from the afternoon till the next morning with little to no food or meals. Thinking back, that probably was extremely unhealthy since I’d go to school with no food or energy in my system.
    I recommend taking regular food breaks, just to get your energy back up, and to make sure that you’re staying healthy!
  • Study early!
    Most people lose sleep and don’t eat because they have NO time at all. Study early and write your notes early for your exam. It definitely pays off in the long run and you don’t have to stuff up your sleeping patterns at all. I believe starting to write your notes when you get your assessment notification is good. It may be hard to start, but remind yourself that it’ll be beneficial in the long run!
  • Calm yourself down:
    Most people, including myself, panic or develop extreme nerves before an exam due to a number of reasons. The main one would probably be the idea of failing the test. I believe eating some food, drinking something warm like tea or coffee, and just ignoring the fact that you have an exam are some good ways to calm yourself down or cope with the knowledge of having an exam. It’s easier said than done, but trust me, once you persuade yourself that you’re prepared, and that you’ve studied as much as you possibly could, you’ll be much more calm.
    Talk to some friends about an interesting or controversial topic in the media. Or repeat to yourself that you’re going to get it over and done with, and then you’d be able to relax. 

Those are some of the study + exam tips that I’ve learnt from experience for studying for exams and coping with the bucket of nerves that come with it.
Good luck studying (:

The way he looked like they were best friends: Chapter 2!

Rating: Teens and up
Fandom: Be More Chill
Ship: Jeremy/Michael(boyf riends)
a college/coffeeshop/internet friends/no squip AU
Summary: Jeremy and Michael have been best friends since they met each other while playing a shitty game online.
Even though they have never met each other they tell each other everything, that includes meeting the cutest barista they have ever seen.

Chapter 2/?

You can find chapter 1 here or the whole fanfic on AO3 here

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new-recipe  asked:

So how do you think the morning after Prompto and Noctis's first time was like? Was it awkward seeing each other after everything they did the night before? Did they decide to continue from where they left off?

I totally imagine it going something like this;

Prompto woke up first, feeling a tight soreness in all of his muscles, and a dry crust on his chest, and a giant smile on his face. His emotions soared for the briefest moment before they came down again, he couldn’t ever regret what they had done last night, it was a damn near religious experience, but what if Noctis did regret it? He turned his head around sharply, taking a look at the sleeping Noct next to him, he seemed to be content. Prompto thought that he would give anything to figure out what he was dreaming about right now. He got out of bed quickly, scrambling towards the bathroom to wash off the sleep from his body as well as other… substances. 

The bathroom tile floor felt so cold on his feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed that he longed to be back in next to Noctis. He wanted to wrap himself under the blanket around his… friend? Lover? Things always got so much more complicated after sex, always. No exceptions. Maybe Prompto was holding out some kind of hope that things would be an easy transition this time, that things wouldn’t be complicated. Just maybe. He turned on the shower, stepping in and letting the hot water cascade over him. He remembered so clearly what happened, his morning wood definitely felt a little more awake now. It felt so fantastic, so intimate. He would give anything to feel that way again, especially with Noctis.

The warm water definitely did well to ease his muscles and just as he started to relax, he thought of what Noct might say. What might he feel? What if he did regret it, and he hated him? What if he asked Prompto to leave, and that he never wanted to see him again? His heart started to race as he thought of all the possibilities, none of them good, he just wanted to stay like that with Noct for as long as he could. He sighed softly, he honestly didn’t think he could handle it if Noctis didn’t want to see him again, especially after that.

“Prompto?” He could hear a yawn just after, coming from the entrance to the bathroom. Noctis’ voice was tired and groggy, he could hear it even now.
“Y-yeah?” He asked, a blush growing on his face.
“Can I join ya?”
“Y-yeah! Sure!”
“Awesome, my ass hurts like hell.”

Prompto couldn’t help but laugh as Noctis entered the shower with him, and then laugh even harder as he winced under the hot water. “Astrals, Prompto! Why is the water fucking scalding??” He couldn’t help but smile as Noctis started to settle under the water, even as scalding as he thought it was. He took a good look at his friend, a content smile playing upon his face. 
“Did you like it?” He couldn’t stop himself even if he tried, it came out like word vomit. He had to know Noctis didn’t hate him.

It was Noctis’ turn to smile, a large goofy wide grin from ear-to-ear. “Ha! Yes, Prompto, I did. It was amazing.” The blond immediately felt himself relax against the tiled wall, tentatively putting a hand around Noctis’ waist to pull him closer.
“Good,” he said softly, placing a firm kiss on Noctis’ lips, “I’m glad.”


Author’s Note: Y/N and Jungkook do not know about Se Jun. Namjoon didn’t text Jungkook, he texted the higher ups. Now onto the story …

The violet night sky blurred and melded into the orange-red of the morning sunrise as you squinted at the sun that peaked through the window. You stretched and looked at Jungkook next to you. His eyes closed, but puffy from the tears and sadness. Your only reprieve from the hell that yesterday brought was being able to sleep next to Jungkook, he seemed to protect you as the two of you laid there. But now the morning sun had risen and the two of you were dreading the inevitable. He would go back to the dorm and you would have to live with everything that had happened.

Standing up and stretching, you felt this hands reach out to you, his eyes still closed as he scrunched his face up in confusion at the lack of warmth next to him. Jungkook believed that if he could keep his eyes closed, he wouldn’t have to leave, he could stay there forever and forget that this was ever a thing. But you pulled away from him and giggled as he struggled to search for you, he opened his eyes at the sound of your laughter and gave you a groggy, tired look. Your eyes grew sad thinking about everything that would change, and you tried to find something else to do with yourself so as not to think about it.

Jungkook followed you to the kitchen as you began sifting through the cabinets and fridge.

Do you have time for breakfast? You asked hopefully and Jungkook nodded. He didn’t dare say anything because his voice would crack and he would crumble recounting Se Jun’s words. It was a strange morning, the little touches and small talk wasn’t something that the two of you did, but there was this slow moving feeling that resided with both of you as you stared into each other’s eyes.

Maybe another cup coffee wouldn’t hurt. Jungkook said as the two of you had finished your breakfasts. You nodded and stood up to grab the pot, walking over to him and pouring another cup. Sighing and sitting down across from him, Jungkook placed his hand palm side up on the table as he looked at you. I’m going to talk to Bang PD today. I just need him to tell me why this has to happen. He murmured and you squeezed his hand as he took a sip of coffee.

I hate this. You mumbled into your mug and Jungkook nodded.

I never would have thought in a million years that this would have happened. Jungkook threw a hand through his hair and you took a deep breath.

I can’t help but think if I had just been open with Adrianna — Jungkook held up his hand.

Let’s not bring her up, okay? We all make mistakes, but what BigHit is doing is going too far. He said and you nodded, looking down at the table. Jungkook squeezed your hand and you looked up at him. It’s going to work out. We can handle this. He said reassuringly and you nodded.

Yea, we just have to get through the next obstacle. You said firmly. Reluctantly the two of you finished your coffees and washed the dishes. Giving each other one last hug and a lingering kiss, Jungkook walked out of the apartment door and left the building, he constantly dabbed his eyes as he got further from you. He felt like he was a child leaving his family home to train with BigHit, it was the first time since then that he truly felt alone. Making his way back to the dorm, he keyed in the code and opened the door. The empty dorm was somewhat unheard of, with seven guys it was impossible to get the entire place to yourself.

Walking through all of the rooms, he saw that no one was there. Sitting down in his room, he logged into his laptop. He was prepared to draft an email, when he saw one waiting for him.

Se Jun has been put on permanent leave. We are working on getting BTS a new manager. Please contact me with any questions. – Bang PD

The short message lit a fire within Jungkook. First they take my girlfriend and now my manager? What the fuck? He asked the empty air and stood up. Walking out the door and made his way to the studio.

You were on the other side of town, getting ready to leave your apartment and meet up with another friend, when you heard a knock on the door. Glancing down at your watched, you were confused. She’s never this early. You murmured. Walking to the door, you swung it open to see Se Jun standing there. His eyes locked with yours and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It was like an automatic reaction, a gut feeling that you didn’t want to see Se Jun. He walked towards you and your reaction was to close the door. Suddenly, his expression changed.

What’s going on? I was just checking up on you. He said calmly and you gave him a skeptical look.

I’m fine. You said simply and held the door so you could slam it if you needed to, but then Se Jun placed his hand on the door. Looking at him, you knew you weren’t strong enough to slam the door against him, glancing around you tried to think of another way to get him to leave. You couldn’t explain why, but him being there just didn’t seem right to you. As he inched closer to you, you felt every hair on your body stand up.

Jungkook sat in Bang PD’s office as he explained everything that Namjoon and the guys had experienced the night before.

So just to clarify, Se Jun was the one that was prohibiting me from seeing Y/N, not you guys? Jungkook asked slowly and Bang PD nodded.

Yes, we already have a restraining order in the works for this Adrianna girl, but we have all met Y/N and she seems like a great girl. Bang PD replied and Jungkook smiled.

Thank you, thank you so much! He bowed profusely as Bang PD chuckled. Wait, so what does that mean for Se Jun? Where is he? Jungkook asked suddenly and Bang PD shrugged.

He asked to be dropped off at Seoul Towers last time I checked. Bang PD responded nonchalantly and Jungkook felt every muscle constrict.

That’s where Y/N lives. He murmured and the guys, who had been standing in the office, looked at him.

That little asshole. Hobi spat and Bang PD looked at them with worry.

What’s wrong? He tried to keep up, but the group was following Jungkook out of the office.

If he lays a single finger on her, I swear to god. Jungkook growled as he walked down the hallway.

You stood in your doorway, watching Se Jun with wide eyes as he continued to inch closer, you pushed the door with all your might and hoped to god it would close. Your hopes weren’t answered.

The unfaithful Wife ( Jimin/OC)

Chapter 5

I woke up in a daze, my body somehow aching more than less. I blinked blearily and slowly focused on the person sitting on the bed next to me, threading gentle but firm fingers through my hair, lightly pulling back what felt like soaked strands of my hair. The events of the previous day hit me a moment later, like a punch to the stomach and my mouth went dry. Painfully dry.

“Jin Soo..” I whispered, panicking. He was supposed to be in the bed with me.

“Shh… it’s alright.. He’s fine. I’ve been trying to wake you for an hour. I’d forgotten what a deep sleeper you are.” It took me a second to place the voice. When I did , I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up again.

park Jimin. 

“is it late?” I said desperately.

“Eight. Come on.I made you coffee. ”

I finally looked at him. He looked bone-tired, groggy, hair rumpled and eyes shadowed. He also had a soft look on his face, a sort of detached affection that hit me hard. I hesitated. I’d loved him very much, once. That kind of thing never really goes away. As though sensing my little confusion, he pressed a warm palm to my cheek.

Slowly raising my self up, I stepped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, quickly washing my face and brushing my teeth . He’d left a new toothbrush out for me and also a small bottle of my once favorite mouthwash.

It was an exotic green apple and mint flavored liquid, expensive as sin and luxuriously encased in a small crustal decanter. I’d grown up using it and after Jimin had divorced me it had become nothing more than an unaffordable memory. 

i stared at it, all these memories churning my stomach in an unpleasant way. I had worked hard to move on from this life with Jimin. To come back here felt like admitting defeat. Admitting..guilt. I don’t know , it felt like losing. When i stepped back into the room he patted the bed next to him.

I hesitated before carefully lowering myself to the bed.

“I’ll drive you to the bakery and then we’ll have to go talk to the reporters. ” He said softly.

“Reporters?” I said in genuine horror.

He hesitated.

“No one knows about my engagement to Mi Rae. I’ve already called it off so don’t worry. It’s not about that.  ”

I hesitated, torn between wanting to know what had happened and the need to distance myself from his personal affairs. But there were some things i would have to be prepared for.

“Does your mother know?” I said shakily. He didn’t reply, just pulling his hand away from my face and lightly grabbing his own neck, a nervous gesture that i was so familiar with , it made my heart drop.

“Jimin, she’ll kill you…” I breathed, in disbelief and horror, scrambling suddenly with a burning need to run away..

He pushed down on my shoulder roughly when i made to move out of the bed and I plopped back down.

“She doesn’t get to decide what I do with my life..” He snapped. I bit my lips.

“I’ve been thinking about it. About a way to do this without having to get married.  I know you want to spend more time with him and we can make that happen. He can stay here with you… I.. I don’t know I can probably get a house closer to your office or..”

“I want both of you.” He said bluntly.

I stopped, stunned.

“what?” I said, sure I’d misheard. Was he crazy? insane?

“I’m serious. I.. I’ve been thinking about it too. after you said you were only up for a platonic marriage. That’s… That’s not going to do it for me. ” He finished, reaching out and lightly tugging my neckline, dragging it done before rubbing the back of his fingers against the upper curve of my breasts, the touch oddly soothing and yet scorching hot. His thumb stretched out, rubbing against the tip till my nipple pebbled out traitorously. 

 I pushed his hand away, mortified.

“Jimin.. This isn’t negotiable..” I said, voice trembling. To do that again with him would be suicide. It would be the first step on a slippery slide to hell. First the body. Then the heart. Then my soul . That’s how he’d destroyed me before as well.

“Why the hell not? I know you .. I know your body, inside out..The sounds you make when you come… the way you taste between your legs …. . I’ve been inside you a thousand times.. I want that again…” He whispered and I could only stare at him.

Suddenly the ridiculousness of the entire situation hit me like a cannon ball. . It was eight in the morning, I wasn’t in my own bed , my son wasn’t here. I was in an air conditioned bedroom that overlooked a lake and Park Jimin was looking at me and talking about how I tasted between my legs…

This was not okay.

“You… You do not get to talk to me like that…” I stammered, already scrambling out of the bed and moving to the door, feeling spent and wrecked. He didn’t move from the bed , continued looking at me with the same quiet intensity.

“I know you want it too. Why on earth are you so stubborn?” He said. “ I told you we need to move on..”

“Not like this. This isn’t the way i want to move on…” I said sngrily. How dare he… 

“I’ve not slept with anyone in five years.”

I stopped backing away, stunned. What the hell was i supposed to do with that bit of information???


“I don’t expect you to believe me but it’s the fucking truth, alright? I’m apparently too much of a shameless bastard. Even knowing what.. what had happened… I couldn’t think of sleeping with any other woman. It had to be you. i think it will always be you.” He said gruffly.

i laughed in disbelief.

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of a sex fiend… Or drug… This is insane. You’re insane…”

“Maybe. I want you… in my bed…And you want me… Don’t think i can’t smell how wet you are right now…” His lips quirked and his eyes went heavy with lust and I shook my head in disbelief.

“this.. This marriage is supposed to be for our son…”

“Who we conceived by making love. ” He supplied.

“… for our son…” I continued, glaring at him, “ and that’s who i want to focus on. You should get to know him. Spend time with him. become a ..father to him. I’m not included in the equation. I won’t… I won’t come to bed with you.” I said angrily.

Jimin sighed and stretched.

“I’ll change your mind.” He said it very softly, almost thoughtfully. I resisted the urge to scream.

“You shouldn’t even want to… You didn’t even try to save our marriage…”

“Don’t go there. … i told you i don’t want to talk about what happened…” He warned me, eyes narrowing. But I was too far gone.

“Do you even remember what happened between us…?” I shouted.

I really didn’t intend to say it out. i thought it, often but I’d never once intended to say it to him. And certainly not in a conversation like this.

Jimin stiffened inexorably and when he looked at me he looked like hell. Before I could stop him, he took three huge steps, grabbed my shoulders so hard I was sure there would be bruises. He pulled me close, eyes boring holes into my skull.

“I remember…. But i don’t fucking want to. I want to forget. And move on. But you want to cling to it like some sort of a shield… What the hell are you afraid of? I’m the one who should be wary here… But you act like I was the one who hurt you…” He hissed.

“You did hurt me, damn you!! i never slept with him!! You never believed me . You still don’t believe me!! ” I said desperately .

He growled and i froze.

“Come here…”

Before i could process what was happening, he grabbed my arm and pulled me across the corridor to another room. His bedroom. I knew it the moment i crossed into the door. The scent of Park Jimin so obvious in the air that my head spun with it. He shoved me into the bed and for a horrible moment I was sure he was going to climb on top of me. I stead he stalked up to the closet and threw open one of the cupboard , grabbing a small briefcase and tossing it on the bed.

“Open it..” He said calmly.

I stared at him.

“I said.. Open it.” The edge to his tone made me bite my lips.

I fumbled with the latch and the briefcase flipped open. For a minute i just stared at the mess.

“I don’t know what this is.” I said softly.

“i bet you don’t. These are receipts for all the jewelry that Lee Taemin bought for you. ”




“Receipts to all the little gifts he gave you, when you were fucking him behind my back. They’re inscribed with your name and I found them in your closet the week before I caught you with him.” He said roughly.

I stared at him.

“Jimin, none of this is true. He never gave me any jewelry…”

“Why the hell are you lying??” He snarled, reaching down and pinning me to the bed, straddling me easily. I went perfectly still.

“I know it wasn’t a one time thing… I know you were cheating on me with him for months…”

I drowned out the rest of it, too stunned to move. He was pressing into me with his entire weight and his voice was turning rougher, angrier.

“ And you ask me if i can remember???? Do you think.. i would ever be able to forget? Fuck,.. every time i close my eyes i can’t stop imagining what happened..It’s been five fucking years and I .. Do you have any idea how much it fucking hurt to know that he  had given you something i couldn’t? What was it… I went mad trying to think of what it could be… I kept thinking of you with him… How many times did he push into you… Did you make the same sounds for him that you made for me…..  What the fuck could have made you want to throw away everything we had ever had??… But all that doesn’t matter anymore… I don’t fucking understand why you keep trying to lie to me… I told you I want to forget and move on. I want you, damn you. I’m an idiot, a fool and I’m desperate…. I should hate your guts but I can’t. I shouldn’t want to come anywhere near you but I can’t stay away…”

I stared at him. He was looming over me now, elbows resting on either side of my face, fingers threading through my hair as he pushed his palm underneath my head, lifting me up.

The first touch of his lips to mine made my breath catch. I wasn’t thinking anymore. Too stunned to react. All these years, I’d resented him, thinking he’d somehow walked in on one little mistake and somehow judged me for it. But apparently, it had been a slow burn of suspicion. Someone had actually managed to break us up with careful, calculated sabotage. It didn’t make any sense. Who on earth would do that and why??

“Look at me…” He said suddenly and I realized he’d pulled away.


“i want you.. I’m going to make love to you… Now…” He said roughly.

I stared at him in white knuckled terror.

“Jimin, wait…”

“Hear me out. When we do this… we’ll forget.. Both of us. We’ll forget everything that happened. It’ll be a pact. We’ll never bring it up again. I’ll never ask you about Taemin. You’ll never tell me you didn’t sleep with him. Instead, we start a marriage. A real marriage based only on respect and love for our son. We get to know each other again. We learn to… love each other again. From the scratch. Don’t you want that? A chance to redo it?” He whispered.

The words made me still.

So tempting.

The chance to redo it?

Do it right?

“I don’t know..”

“I’ll never leave you. I know it hurt you when I left you like that and I’ll promise right here and now that you and Jin Soo will never be alone again. I want you again. I … No matter how much I think about it.. I feel like there was something in me that made you go to another man. I keep thinking if I’d been a better husband.. maybe if I’d spent more time with you… ”

i shut my eyes in despair. To think that Jimin had blamed himself for what had happened was too much to bear.

“But I’ll do it right this time. We’ll start fresh. As friends. Equals. I want you…” He kissed my cheeks. “ i want you..” the corner of my mouth.“ I want you…” The curve of my ears..“ I want you so much.” He sank his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder and the touch of it, zinged through my body, making me arch off the bed. i wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

All i could think of was the way the entirety of our relationship had become one long messy confusion of misunderstandings and how it would take forever to untangle it. Even then, all it would bring would be more hurt…. more guilt….

Instead I could do this.

I could let Jimin in, sweep the entire disaster that was our first marriage into the bin, forget it and redo it all. Now as adults instead of immature , spoilt young people.

I could do that. Maybe it was the weariness that came from spending years , never really falling out of love with the man I’d once loved. Maybe it was the dull ache of finally getting a good nights sleep. Maybe it was the memory of a son who was finally smiling happily with a father to call his own.

Whatever the reason, I let my guard drop . I looped both hands around his neck and shivered, burying my face in the curve of his neck, pulling him closer till he lay completely on top of me, his body nestled between my legs, hips pinning mine down into the bed and legs tangled with mine.

And stupidly, stupidly, I nodded.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s start fresh.” I nodded. 

“You’re the most beautiful woamn , I’ve ever seen…” He whispered, kissing the edge of my forehead, fingers looping with mine asd he pressed me into the bed, his body heavy on mine, hips cradled against mine , warmth seeping through the fabric between us. He touched the edge of my chin, tilting my face up till he could kiss me, 

What followed next would forever be etched in my mind. Not just because of the way it felt, when He slipped his fingers down, yanked my clothes of, kissed me breathless. Not just because of the way he kissed his way down my neck, across my body, the way his lips closed over my nipples, nipping suckling and licking till i turned into a shivering mess. Not because he was so careful, so tender and so…patient, using his fingers to gently work me open, one long digit at a time… slowly, stroking in and out of my slick entrance, as if he had all the time in the world, as if he wanted to learn every ridge and curve of my insides, the pads of his fingers pressing against my clit till I shattered to pieces against him.

Not because it hurt a little when he pushed into me. it had been so long after all. Not because of the way he felt inside me, moving hard and fast and big and smooth and the way he sounded, like a dying man, finally quenching his thirst, kissing me over an over whispering meaningless endearments that thrilled me so much.


It was forever etched in my mind because it was the worst mistake of my life.

Road Rage To Center Stage

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING LORDY I am a sinner, extreme fluff!!

Authors Note: thanks for all the love for HTBTH!!

For starters, you’d had a long day.
It was Wednesday, which sucked to begin with because it wasn’t close enough to Monday that you could complain about it being the beginning of the week, and it was too far from Friday to be excited for anything. That put a damper on your mood to begin with.
Second, you’d woken up late and didn’t have time to get coffee, so you were tired and groggy throughout the day, which caused so many problems by itself.
Thirdly, you’d forgotten about the monthly meeting, causing you to be publicly humiliated by your boss in front of your co-workers, and therefore ruining your day altogether.
The fact that your best friends had canceled on you tonight for your usual girls night was the icing on the cake.
So yeah, you’d had a long day.
You were eager to get home and just relax, and chill out for once.
However, New York traffic was always unforgiving, and today was no exception. Traffic was bumper to bumper, and it seemed as though every driver on that freeway simultaneously forgot how to fucking drive a damn car.
You had honked your horn too many times in one minute, and you banged your head against your steering wheel as the traffic left you and a line of cars completely stopped.
You hadn’t ever met a driver on the road that didn’t leave you on the brink of a fit of road rage, but the asshole next to you topped all of them.
They were attempting to squeeze into your lane without using a blinker, causing you to slam on your brakes with a loud screech.
“What the fuck you bitch!”
You screamed as the driver sped up ahead of you.
You pressed on the brakes again as the car stopped suddenly, and you leaned on the horn for a good 10 seconds.
You flipped off the car as traffic eventually cleared up, and you sped past them in your pursuit towards home.
Hardly noticing that the driver was behind you, you drove 15 minutes to your house, before pulling into the driveway and exiting your car. You heard a melodic laugh beside you, and you turned and suppressed a cry of embarrassment.
The driver, whom you had flipped off and screamed at, lived RIGHT next door to you, and you couldn’t be anymore embarrassed.
“Can today get any worse?”
You said out loud, and fumed.
Of course your day had to go like this.
Absolutely fabulous.
Your neighbor locked his car, and proceeded to begin walking up your driveway, making your stomach wrench in fear.
He didn’t look upset, however, just amused.
“Didn’t know that I had a sailor as my neighbor. Hey that rhymed!”
You rolled your eyes and repressed a laugh, instead smirking.
“I didn’t know I had a neighbor who somehow managed to counterfeit a license.”
He laughed, and the sound filled your ears and left you smiling more than before.
“You got me there. Hey, at least you have humor about it. I’ve been told by more than one person that my drivings a bit off.”
“A bit off?”
You shrieked.
“You almost crashed into my car!”
“Oh contraire, my dear. You, in fact, almost crashed into MY car.”
He smiled, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the driveway, the fuzzy feeling of a crush blooming in your heart.
“Same difference. My point being, you’re a terrible driver and I’d advise you to stay off all roads until I see you, with my own two eyes, pass a driving test.”
He shook his head, laughing.
“Anthony Ramos.”
He stuck out his hand, and you shook it.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to have a name to match the driver.”
“Nice to have a name to match the beautiful face.”
You blushed a deep red, flustered to say the least.
“Well, I would stay out here longer, but the weather says otherwise,”
You had noticed that it was getting visibly more chilly.
“But if you’d wait a second longer then I have something to give to you.”
You shrugged, and gestured for him to go ahead.
He raced into his car, and immediately reached for the center console. You didn’t notice what he was doing, because you were way to distracted by his fluffy hair and adorable freckles to be curious in what he was doing.
He emerged a minute later, a piece of paper in his hand.
“Here. Open it inside. Until we meet again, Miss Y/N.”
He threw up a peace sign, and retreated inside his house. You waved goodbye, and then went inside your own home before it started to rain.
You flicked on all the lights, eager to see what the boy had written to you.
I may be a bad driver, but I don’t have bad eyesight, because I was able to see the beauty in you. Sorry, that was bad. But here’s my number, in case you’re into awkward boys with curly hair and bad pickup lines.”
You scanned the note again and again, and you still couldn’t shake the smile off your face.
You grabbed your phone, and began texting the number.
“I’m texting you now, just in case you’re into angry girls with horrible road rage and an undying love for their steering wheel horn.”
You smiled, and closed you eyes for a moment, letting your mind soak up how your day went from bad to good in a matter of minutes, thanks to a boy with horrible driving skills and a fit of road rage.
He texted back a moment later, an emoji immediately drawing your attention.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for! Well not exactly, but you just described yourself and well… never mind. But what I’m trying to say is that you may have been pissed off with me today, and I want to make it up to you. Coffee tomorrow?”
You blinked slowly, and tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“Coffee heals wounds. Hey, I have one exception. I’m driving.”
You could practically here the laughter from next door, and you awaited a reply.
“I planned on being a cheesy gentleman and driving for you, but equality calls, so I’ll let you answer this one ;)”
You smugly grinned, and texted back.
“I’ll be over at 8:00. Be ready when I get there because I don’t plan on waiting :)”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at his dorky comments, and shut off your phone and tuned into your current Netflix series that you couldn’t get enough of.
The next morning, you slammed the snooze button on your alarm at 6:00, then remembering where you had to be in 2 hours and jumped out of bed.
You showered and dried your hair in record time, though you somehow managed to shave your legs.
Hey, you went all out for him.
You winged your eyeliner and put on a dark red lipstick, then got dressed in your work attire to meet Anthony in exactly 10 minutes.
You zipped up your jacket, and put on your heels as you stepped outside into the cold New York winter day, and began the short trek to Anthony’s house.
You sat waiting at the door, staring at your phone, then, at exactly 8:00, rang the doorbell.
To your surprise, Anthony opened the door before you’d take your finger off the doorbell, causing you to jump back in shock.
“Jesus fuck. Don’t scare me like that.”
You said as your heartbeat slowed down.
“That almost scared me as much as the thought of you driving me around.”
He laughed and followed you to your car, hopping in the passenger seat as you drove to the coffee shop.
He started as you sat down at a table.
“Why, in all my years of living at that house, have I never noticed you?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I moved here 10 months ago. I’m pretty new to the neighborhood and to New York City in general.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“You mean you didn’t grow up here?”
“Nope. It’s peaceful where I come from. It’s called quiet.”
He smirked.
“I just thought, by the way you drive, that you had always been around here.”
You smacked his arm, and smiled.
Anthony was a very animated person, always smiling or laughing, telling you stories and making you laugh.
It was a change from your usual morning gloom, which was nice, for once.
You exited the coffee shop together, and he shyly took your hand. You laced your fingers with his, and repressed a smile from bursting onto your face.
You walked back to your car, and drove him back to his house.
“Thanks Y/N. I had a lot of fun today. In fact,”
He glanced up at you.
“I’d like to do it again sometime. Tonight, if you’re free.”
Your heart leaped again, and you nodded.
“When and where?”
“How do I tell you this…”
He was silent for a moment, then spoke.
“Well, I’m an actor in a musical. It’s called Hamilton, and I want you to come see it. You don’t have to, of course-”
“I’d love too. What time?”
He smiled, relief apparent on his face.
“7:00 tonight, at the Richard Rogers. Be there at 5:30 and I’ll let you in.”
You smiled.
“Perfect. I can’t wait. See you then.”
You waved, and he disappeared inside his house, leaving you to drive to work, giddy with happiness and impatient with excitement.
You jumped to your feet, clapping, as the theater thundered with applause. You hadn’t seen a better Broadway show ever, and you were so incredibly proud of Anthony.
As soon as he exited the stage, you jumped in his arms.
“That was so amazing Ant! You’re so talented oh my god!”
He laughed as he hugged you back, and led you to his dressing room.
“Yeah, well, I try to impress the ladies.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Sorry, I meant ‘lady.’”
You heart did somersaults all over you chest, leaving you dazed with complete adoration for him.
“Thanks for bringing me tonight. I had such a good time, and it was so amazing to see such talented people come together to sing about a founding father.”
He laughed.
“Just doing my job. And I got to see you in the audience, so it was a 10x better show tonight than any other night.”
You blushed, and felt Anthony’s arms circle around your middle.
“Thanks for coming tonight, for even giving me a chance. You’re more than I deserve-”
You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, feeling warmth flood your body as he brought his head closer to yours.
You giggled when you pulled back, and he put an arm around you shoulders, leading you out of the room.
“I’m skipping stage door tonight. I have better things to be doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, and smirked as he led you through the theater and out the door.
3 years later, you watched as Ant took his final bows as Philip Hamilton/John Laurens. It had been an incredible ride for you and him both, an endless plethora of happy memories shared in this theater.
To your surprise, the cast members handed Ant a microphone, and stepped back from him.
“Hey y'all. As most of you know, tonight is my last show here.”
The applause seemed endless, but they finally ceased so he could continue.
“It’s been an amazing journey, all these years working with so many talented people, I wish I could stay forever. But I’ve gotta pass on the torch, and besides, I have something really important that I promised myself I wouldn’t do till the day I decided to leave Hamilton. So, here we go.”
He took a deep breath, and then spoke.
“Y/N, can you come onto the stage?”
You were utterly confused, and then you were being dragged onstage by Carleigh and Thayne.
They stopped you in front of Anthony, and he smiled at you as he kissed your head.
“Hey. Ant, what is all this…?”
“Just wait.”
He addressed the audience again as they finally quieted down from the cheers.
“This is Y/N. She’s been my girlfriend for the past 3 years, and it’s been the most amazing, most enjoyable 3 years.”
You smiled shyly, and waved at the audience.
“She’s the most sweet, the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I’ve never met someone who was quite like you, which sets you apart, and makes you special.”
You blushed, and smiled as the crowd awed and cheered.
“We’ve shared so many memories here at this theater, and on this stage in general. You agreed to come here for a date, which happened the day of our first date, so technically, this was our second date.”
You recalled the day so clearly, and grinned as you remembered how nervous he was to hold your hand.
“But before that, it started with a fit of road rage from this one and bad driving on my part.”
You laughed along with the audience, although his driving skills had drastically improved now.
“But here you are now, from road rage to center stage. Which is why,”
He pulled a box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee in front of you.
You gasped and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Y/N, you’ve been my number one girl for 3 years now. You’re charismatic, beautiful, hilarious, and caring all in one package. What else could I ask for? I know you’re mine, but I want that to be forever. Will you marry me?”
You nodded vigorously, and tackled him in a kiss.
You laughed through the tears, and smiled down at him.
“From road rage to center stage, huh? I’m going to quote you from the first thing you said to me, hey that rhymed!”

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Request: Could you do a seb one shot where the reader is insecure about her chubby-ness and Sebastian helps her feel better (as in smut?) - Anon

Word Count: 2000+ 

Triggers: (shitty writing), insecure reader, mean things said about the reader, smut, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), oral sex (FR), sorry if I’ve missed any (message me is i should add more)

A/N: Thid took me so long, idk why. I normallhy write on the train to college but because it was smutty i couldn’t so, again, sorry. But it’s out now so i hope you enjoy it!! Thank you to people who helped me with this, I got a little stuck as some points. (*gif not mine, but very beautiful)

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You and Sebastian had been together for a nearly a year. Due to his celebrity status you had to be very careful with your relationship - not hugging in public, hiding the fact you had just started living together, dates were always in private - but to celebrate your first month after moving into his place, you decided to go public.

Sebastian had decided to hint to a relationship with someone at a press tour, then come right home to you. The internet went mad. Everyone was blogging, searching, and stalking (internet stalking I hope) to find anything about this mysterious woman who had seduced the one and only Sebastian Stan. It made you laugh. The fact that people were obsessed with trying to find you.

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I can’t let my binge eating disorder take control of me anymore… I always tell myself “okay, i’m starting now” but then I mess a little thing up and get discouraged and binge and tell myself I will start next monday. Why can’t I understand that I’ve been doing this for YEARS? I’m stuck in a viscous cycle, and I’m fucking done. This is it. I can’t live like this anymore. I would rather die than have to go through this. My life is controlled by my weight and life is passing me by… I’m wasting my teen years. It’s time to put my big girl panties on and STEP THE FUCK UP. I spend everyday tired and groggy, HATING myself and my body and I’m fucking tired of it. I’m wasting my fucking time, I’m seeing the months pass right before my eyes. I am tired of stuffing myself to the point where I feel physically sick, and making up excuses on why I’m not exercising, and feeling sick because I ate junk.

 I’m posting this on here so I can hold myself accountable. So next time that I go to the market and am tempted to buy a bag of chips, or my family orders pizza, and I tell myself “I can just start next monday”, I can see this post and realize that I’m falling back into the cycle. Idgaf about what people think of me, I need to start bettering myself. I’m going to put 110% of effort in, with every inch of my soul. If I can’t do this, I can’t do anything in life, and then life is not worth living. But I know I have so much potential and that I CAN do this. SO I’M GOING TO FIGHT. I want my life back. I want my friends back. I want myself back. I want to be free. I want to breathe. I want to live. So I’m done, this is fucking it.

//SUNDAY MAY 8TH 2016//


1. Set Your Clothes Out The Night Before.

If you do this the night before, you’re basically telling your brain “Okay, I can’t just set these workout clothes out for nothing, guess I gotta put them on.” Another idea is to wear them for pajamas, but I feel like that would be incredibly uncomfortable. Also don’t forget to fill up your wa

2. Think About How You’re Going To Wake Up Early And Kick Ass.

This sounds like it won’t work, but I’m telling you, if you say it will happen, it will. 

3. Make It Easy On Yourself.

Don’t be to hard on yourself. In the mornings, before I workout I’ll do yoga to stretch and get me energized. I find it easier that way, so I always make that a legitimate warm-up routine. After that, I’ll get out the door, or workout from home.

4.  Play Uplifting Music In The Morning. 

Have a getting-ready music playlist set to help you get through being tired and groggy.

5.  Don’t Force Yourself.

If you can’t get up every day of the year at 6 in the morning and do a 5k run, it’s okay! I suggest waking up at around 10-11 AM the first week, and wake up about a hour or 2 earlier every week!

good luck. -Kaleigh


New dad Harry finding out the hard way that pregnancy hormones don’t end immediately after the baby is born. 


Harry had been well prepared for dealing with your pregnancy. He had started reading up on any book or article he could get his hands on pretty much as soon as you told him the news. He was ecstatic, but he was also terrified. He had never been a father before and he was determined to be the best one he possibly could be. By the time you were halfway through the pregnancy, you were convinced that Harry knew more about what your body was doing than you did. If you ever complained about pains or nausea, Harry had a list of things it could potentially be. He was prepared for the mood swings and the food cravings and the discomfort you experienced when trying to sleep. He was prepared for you to love him one minute and want nothing to do with him the next.

He wasn’t prepared for the intense amount of love he felt when you gave birth to his daughter.

He also wasn’t prepared for dealing with you, post-pregnancy.

In all the books he read, he hadn’t gone farther than labour and delivery because he assumed that things would generally go back to normal after you gave birth. Needless to say, he had been very, very wrong about that.

It was the shrill cry of his tiny, 3-week-old baby that stirred from the very light sleep that he had been experiencing. When he groaned and rolled over to look at the clock, he saw that he had only been sleeping for a little over an hour since the last time she had woken up. It was nearing 3:30 in the morning now and, had he not already been laying down, he would have collapsed in a heap of defeat due to how tired he was.

A glance over to you saw that you were still fast asleep. He felt bad, knowing that he would likely need to wake you to feed the baby, aware that you were getting even less sleep than he was. He figured he would get up and try to sooth his daughter for as long as he could before she couldn’t deal without being fed anymore.

He tiptoed down the hallway in the direction of your daughter’s nursery and flicked on the lamp in the corner before padding over to the crib and being met with a red-faced, very unhappy sounding baby.

“Hey now, what’s all this about, hmm?” he rasped, reaching down into the crib and gently lifting the baby up, cradling her down in the crook of his elbow and swaying back and forth, “Did you just get lonely for daddy, is that it? Just couldn’t let him sleep because you needed to see him again?”

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