where is your towel

Worth It

Summary: reader twisted her ankle and Bucky helps her take care of the injury. One thing leads to another and… well just check the warnings.

A/N: Okay…. So something weird happened last night. I was just doing what I normally do which is look through my drafts and see if I can come up with something for my imagines and stuff which didn’t happen, sadly. Then I just opened a new draft for some reason and just began writing while my mind drifted off to some… things. Basically what I’m trying to tell you here is that I wrote smut.
Yes, I wrote smut and posting it will be my first time posting smut on this blog. I’m feeling kind of anxious about posting this because I don’t know if it’s any good. Either it’s so bad it’s hilarious, cringy or it’s actually something people can enjoy in a non humorous way. I mean I got a little erotically charged (college talk for horny (i love you if you get that reference)) while writing it but I don’t know if other people will. If you want to read it, go ahead and if you feel uncomfortable, don’t.
Feedback is appreciated, especially now since this is my first smut that I’ve posted. You don’t have to go into detail just tell me if it was well written or not, that’s if you want to, of course. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.
FOR THE PEOPLE I TAGGED!! I have no idea if you guys wanted to be tagged in smut posts too but hey, you don’t have to read it! I don’t expect every person to read every single imagine I post. Just skip this one if you feel like it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 5,622

Warning(s): SMUT, oral sex (both male and female receiving), cursing, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it! Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener. Don’t be a fool, cover your tool. Wrap your bate before you mate and all that stuff)


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The Special Place

Originally posted by i-fuckworldus

Dylan x Reader

Summery: Dylan finally escapes the friendzone

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut


You liked to think that you could completely trust your best friend, you had known him since before you could sit up, so out of the blue when he sent you a message asking for you to drop clothes at an address you agreed.

Now, looking at the tiny run down building you were doubting it. He didn’t notice you’d pulled up, jumping as he tried to light his cigarette but found the wind that hissed around the open field to strong.

“Ah thank you, you’re a life saver.” He chuckled as he gave up on the cigarette and hurried to help you grab on of the bags.

“I thought I had the wrong place.” You chuckled as he hurried you in out of the wind as it started to rain.

“This is um… kind of like my secret place.” He glanced at you and smiled when you spotted a picture of the two of you grinning on the bedside table.

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My angel | Castiel x reader

A soft knock made you look up from your book. You quickly got up from your spot on the bed and made your way over to the door.

“H-hello, Cas.” You stuttered as you stepped aside for him to enter the small room. Ever since he first appeared when you helped Dean and Bobby summon him, you had always had a soft spot for the blue eyed angel.

“Hello, Y/n. Dean has made me aware of the fact that I should shower. I believe his exact words were ‘What the hell, Cas. You smell like an avocado had sex with an older avocado.’” (a/n I understood that reference.)

“Well then go take a shower.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“That’s the problem, I don’t know how it works. I never had to wash myself in heaven. That’s actually why I came here, I wanted to ask you for help.” Your smile faded a bit as you studied his face. You couldn’t help but feel sympathy for (a/n the devil) him, after all it must be so hard for the feathery cupcake to fit in here.

“Don’t get me wrong, Cas. But wouldn’t it be… better if Dean or Sam helped you?” Your face turned red as the thought of helping him shower entered your mind. Not that you would mind helping him, you just knew he just meant it in a platonic way and that broke your heart.

“The boys aren’t here, they won’t be back until tomorrow morning. And Dean made it very clear I had to be clean by then.”

“W-well okay, let’s g-go then.” Your small, shaking hand grabbed his larger one as started pulling him to the bathroom.

“S-so you h-have to take a-all your clothes o-off to shower.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he started unbuttoning his shirt. When he got to his trousers you quickly gave him a towel to wrap around himself.

“I don’t understand,” Cas said, walking closer to you. “If you’re going to help me don’t you have to be undressed too?” For a second your heart stopped, your palms were clammy and your breath hitched in your throat.

“D-do you w-want me to b-be uh u-undressed?” Your eyes slowly travelled down his body to where the towel hung dangerously low on his hips. You swallowed, looking back up to his eyes.

“Won’t your clothes get wet if you keep them on?” Right now you could curse him for being such an innocent little squish. After a while you nodded doubtfully and started taking of your shirt and trousers ‘till you were left in nothing but your underwear.

The walls of the bathroom took your interest as insecurities filled your mind. Castiel’s big blue eyes were watching your every move and he squinted his eyes when he saw you trying to cover your exposed stomach.

“Y/n, why are you trying to hide your body? I think it looks very beautiful, don’t you?” You kept your eyes on the walls but dropped your arms. Out of nowhere you felt his hands slowly reach behind you, unclasping your bra, making it fall to the ground. He softly bend down a little to slide your panties off, his soft hands left goose bumps on your skin as they glided down your legs.

“C-come on.” You say, slightly pushing him towards the shower. When the both of you entered you turned the water on, letting your bodies get soaked.

“So how do we begin?” He asked, looking around the small space.

“First you’ve got to use shampoo, here let me show you.” You squirted a bit of your favourite shampoo in the palm of your hands and started massaging his scalp. As you ran your fingers through his wet hair you noticed how close you were. Due to your small height (a/n if you’re not short you can just change this part a little bit.) you had to look up a bit to see his face. You blushed when you saw he was already looking down at you.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/n?” You looked at your feet, trying to hide how red your face was by now. He put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look into his blue orbs. His hand rested on your cheek, while the other one laid softly on your hip. You’re breath quickened as his eyes flickered to your lips and back up again. Without thinking you smashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed back, pushing you against the wall.

His hand slowly moved down, stroking your inner thigh. You dug your nails in his shoulders as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit. Soft moans escaped your lips, encouraging him to keep going. He broke the kiss, only to attack your neck. He started sucking and softly biting, leaving love bites where ever he could. Without warning he entered a finger in you, causing you to let out a load moan. He pumped his finger in a fast pace, adding a second one. His thumb kept rubbing you clit as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Cas” You moaned, letting your head fall back. You felt him smile against your neck. His free hand softly cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered.

“I love you too, my angel.”

Just as you were about to reattach your lips you heard the door to the bathroom open.

“Oh thank god you’re finally taking a shower, Cas. Wait a minute, why are Y/n clothes here too? Sammy, I think Cas just got laid!” Dean yelled.

You groaned at the awkwardness of the situation, making Castiel laugh.

“How about we finish this in your room?” He asked with a wink.

I Bet I Could

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Requested?: Nope! Someone thought Ale was my “best friend who gave me orgasms” and then this happened.

Summary: None of your partners have ever satisfied you in bed. Anthony wants to fix that. (This is a smut) 

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, hickeys, biting, hair pulling, teasing, slight dirty talk (barely)

Words: 5.2k+ (whoops)

A/N: I don’t even have anything to say about this. Enjoy the sin yall. (Shout out to Ale for being my bomb ass beta)

Tags: @dysfunctionalfangirl @icanneverbesatisfied @catastrophiclimabean @patron-saintof-sluts @fanficsj @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit @nadialinett14 @librarychild @spidey-boii @me-hoy-me-trash @serkewen12 @daveedish @anthonyramosobc @autistic-alien @runnerriley @hamilsquad-writings @thegirlonhamilton


There was seldom anything you kept from Anthony. He’s been your closest friend since birth. You grew up attached at the hip – going to the same schools and living next door to each other. When Anthony was accepted into a performing arts college with a full scholarship you celebrated for hours at his house. When you were accepted to your dream college, he snuck a bottle of champagne into your house and you both drank away in your room until the bottle was empty.

The only downfall was you would be going to college out of state. It would be the first time there was a lot of distance between you two, he wouldn’t be a 2 minute walk from you anymore. This was something you avoided dealing with for as long as you could. Then move-in day came and the van was full of your stuff. You stood in your bare room, mentally placing every item you removed back in its spot.

“It’s so desolate.”

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second roundup of scattered erasermic fic ideas and headcanons i’ve posted on twitter:

  • please consider mic like… stealth marrying aizawa. “we should be each other’s emergency contacts.” “you should move in to save on rent.” aizawa, while withdrawing money from their shared bank account: “wait” 
  • kayama gets aizawa a present mic dakimakura as a joke. it’s… very awkward when mic finds it in his closet. [mic voice] “you know, if you wanted to cuddle with me, you could have just asked.”
  • i want mic’s apartment to be incredibly messy in a “i don’t have time to organize things but i know exactly where everything is” sort of way. “hizashi, where are your spare towels?” “they should be on top of the refrigerator.” “… why?” “well i was folding laundry but then - ”
  • mic adopts a cat and then keeps calling aizawa at weird hours freaking out every time he doesn’t know how to take care of the cat. aizawa tries to patiently walk mic through everything but ends up just coming over to help mic because mic really knows nothing about cats.
  • i want aizawa to be the type of person who drives 20 miles over the speed limit and corners really sharply but thinks he’s a good driver.
  • i kinda want a young!erasermic fic where mic asks aizawa out but gets rejected cuz aizawa thinks that the class put him up to it as a joke but i ALSO kinda want a fic where aizawa asks mic out and gets rejected cuz mic thinks aizawa found out about his crush and is mocking him.
  • have i talked about siren mic before? siren mic who sings in the shower and keeps hypnotizing his poor neighbor, aizawa.
  • ALTERNATIVELY siren!mic who’s disappointed that his voice doesn’t seem to affect aizawa at all (it’s actually cuz aizawa’s already in love).
  • mic’s probably that annoying friend who calls all the time while aizawa will communicate solely through text (if he replies at all). aizawa’s phone is filled with voicemails from mic. he listens to all of them, but never picks up when his phone rings.
  • kinda want one of those classic fics with established relationship erasermic where mic wants kids but doesn’t know how to tell aizawa. he’s expecting aizawa to be like “we don’t have the time, our jobs are too risky, we already teach a million teenagers, etc" but in the end aizawa’s like "so, adoption or surrogacy?” and mic just stares at him for a moment before saying “adoption?”
In moments of Silence (Jacob Black x Reader)

———————— Fandom: Twilight ———————— Warnings: almost gets into smut, mainly just kissing ———————— Summary: You are spending some quality too me with your boyfriend Jacob, when new events change your plans. ———————— Author’s note: First off! Paragraphing is off right now because my phone is stupid af, but it will be fixed tomorrow evening! hope you enjoy! It would be great for you all to check out my previous posts. Especially my new Jasper fanfic and my call for help with a masterlist. Thank you all! ————————

Life with the Cullen’s hadn’t always been the easiest, but due to recent events things seemed to be more difficult than ever.

You sat upright on the couch in the bright open area of the Cullen household, with a copy of your favorite book placed in your hands. Your family had all left for a small hunting trip that morning, but you had decided to stay behind on this one.

 It was supposed to rain today anyways, and you didn’t feel like getting into that today. As a result of your families absence you had the place to yourself in complete silence.

You nearly dropped your book to the ground, but your agile body remained in tact as you heard a loud knock at the door. You had walked over to see who might be there. In a half crouch position you peered through the curtains, only to see a a tall, tan, muscular body, dripping wet from the rain that had just began. A figure you could only assume to be the astounding, yet hated, Jacob Black. The same one that you had been able to call your “secret boyfriend” for nearly 3 months,

You opened the door and let him in. “Jacob, what are you doing here. You know our families don’t get along. Why would you think for a second that it would be safe to come here.”

  “Billy wanted me to stop by. He didn’t say much, he just wanted to know if Carlisle was out. I volunteered to come over, knowing that it would at least give me a chance to see you.” His arm moved behind your body, placing hand on your back and pulling you closer to him so that he could place a long, passionate kiss upon your lips.

  “Well you couldn’t have chosen a better time. As you can tell, my family isn’t home right now.”

  “I noticed. Where are they exactly? And how long do I have before I need to head back out?”

  “They left about an hour ago for a hunting trip. I doubt they will be back for a few more.”

 He smiled at your response, giving you another one of his most loving kisses. You kissed back as you placed your hand in his chest, which uncommonly was clothed much to your dismay. You scoffed as you realized that he was still soaked from being outside. “We need to get you dried off.”

“That would be nice.”

You walked him up to the second story of your home, and first into the bathroom where you could grab a towel.

  “Take off your clothes.” You demanded.

He coughed, shocked from your previous statement. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Did we not just say we were going to get your dried off? If you hadn’t noticed that won’t work very well, with wet clothes on.”

“Oh, right.” He almost stuttered out. He went to undo each of the buttons on his shirt. You watched him intently as he did so. Only in the third button you decided to pitch in.

 “Let me help you out with that.” He smiled, his eyes growing wider with each button you touched. You let your fingertips gently trace his muscular torso as you worked your way up. Once the top button was undone he slid off the shirt and you looked into his eyes. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. You turned away, but he pulled you back for another.

 You decided to not pull away from this one. Instead of you moving, he stood up from his seat and pulled you closer to his body. His unclothed chest against your body. You hands roamed over his abs and up to his perfectly carved jawline. The kiss intensified with every second.

Only moments later his tongue had passed through your lips as it began to explore inside of your mouth. Jacobs hands ran down your back, sending a chill up your spine, they landed on your hips as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He walked you over to your bedroom. He made his way over to your bed, which wasn’t commonly used, but you sure were happy that you had for this situation.

He laid you down against a few pillows as he hovered above your body. His hands moved down your stomach and he found the hem of your shirt. He played with it between his fingers to tease you until he finally pulled it over your head. With that being that singular moment that broke your lustful kissing he took the time to speak.

 “I didn’t seem quite fair that I was the only one without clothes on, now did it?”

  “I don’t know, I enjoyed it quite a lot.”

  He chuckled. “Yes, well I’m sure that you did.”

  His hands hand now made their way to your jeans. He unzipped them and slid them off of your body.

 He worked his way back up and looked deep into your eyes. “Are you sure that you want this, (y/n)? I would never push you into something…”

You hushed him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I have never wanted anything more, not with anyone, only you Jacob.”

He continued to kiss you passionately after your remark. His mouth finding its way to your neck. He sucked hard on whatever spots he found to please you the most. His hands were roaming all of your body, as did yours to his, as he snaked them under your back to find the clasp of your bra.

  Nothing could have ruined this moment for you, except. “(Y/n)!” Your name was yelled in a deep voice from your doorway.

“Carlisle! Is that Jacob?” The two new voices in the room clearly belonged to your parents.

You rolled off the bed and into the floor. You got redressed as quickly as possible with your vampire speed.

Jacob stood up quickly.

  “What are you all doing home so early!” You asked. You had never seen Carlisle so infuriated before. You had never seen such a look on your mother’s face. A look that was a combination of anger, shock, and utter disappointment. Things that definitely did not mix well.

Carlisle had gotten from the doorway to the opposite wall of your room with Jacob pinned under his arm.

“Mr. Cullen! Please. Just give me a…”

  Carlisle cut him off. “You do not deserve anything. You are lucky that you aren’t already dead. That is my daughter in which…” Carlisle stopped his own sentence that time with a look of disgust on his face as he thought about the scenario his daughter was just taking part in.

You had ran over to try to stop him, but Esme had gotten to you too fast. She held you back, but you managed I yell out,“ Carlisle! Listen to me please! Everyone just calm down.”

Even during your words Carlisle had punched Jacob. The result of Carlisles strength and Jacob strong physique left a hole in your wall. You screamed at the contact.

Jacob fell down to the floor as Carlisle released his hold. Esme tried to hold you back, but to look of Jacob gave you the strongest desire to free her arms. You ran and dropped to his side. You ran your hands through his hair and examined his face. Thankfully, the collision of Carlisle’s fist and his face only give him a broken nose.

You stood up and angrily said,“ You know it isn’t very often that the doctor is the one causing the injuries.”

Esme followed back before Carlisle could speak. “Young lady, you should not talk like that to us!”

  “Young lady? Mother! I’m technically 79!”

  “I don’t care how old you are. You are our daughter. Not biologically, but every since you were turned we have taken you under our wing. Your our little girl! You are a Cullen! He is a Black! You are fraternizing with the enemy!” Carlisle spoke next.

“Jacob is not a bad guy! He isn’t like the others.” You fought back.

Jacob stood up from his position on the floor. “With all due respect sir, I would never do anything to hurt your daughter. I love her. I know you all don’t approve just yet, but I would love to talk things through. Anything I can do to gain your trust is worth it.” You kissed him.

Carlisle groaned. Esme spoke trying to release the tension. “Innocent until proven guilty. We have just the time as well. To answer your previous question (y/n), we had just come home to tell you that we were planning a baseball game for this afternoon. Jacob is welcome to join.”

  You smiled. You ran to hug your mother. “Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated.

  Esme spoke again. “If he survives tonight then he deserves everything. I doubt he will make it past the girls, just wait until he gets to the boys.”

  Carlisle laughed. “Mischievous darling. God, I love the way you think.” The couple shared a kiss then exited the room.

You held your head and turned to Jacob. “Up for a game of ball?” You asked with a smile.

You handed him his clothes. “I would be delighted, if I thought the baseball would be hit with the bat more than I would.”

You laughed. “Don’t worry. We can talk to them. They just have to give you a chance.”

He kissed you. “Your optimism could outshine the rain, but I’m afraid it can’t hold back the entire storm.”

You smiled. What a way he had with words. You would definitely be needing more where that came from later that evening.

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This City Never Sleeps (When You’re Bleeding Out)

Word Count: 3195

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lots of blood and DIY surgery. Cursing.

Summary: Sequel to This City Never Sleeps. Peter is injured after a night of friendly, neighborhood vigilantism.

Tags: @seargantbcky@darlin-you-bitch@emily-ily2@rosep16@comics-and-stuff@t4rt-deco@octopishisahybridanimal@slythergirlimagines
I really hope I got everyone tagged who asked and I’m really sorry if I missed you.



A warm breeze drifted through your open glass door to your desk where you were working on your Geometry homework for the next day. The sun had set not half an hour ago, and the occasional sound of a passing car or plane was the only thing to disrupt your concentration. Tony was out of town, as usual, so you had the house to yourself without any loud rock music filtering through the walls.

Tap-tap… tap-tap-tap… tap-tap…tap…tap.

Your fingers hit your calculator rhythmically. You heard a woman laugh outside.

Then it was silent again.

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Balor (Finn Balor Imagine)

Finn Balor x Reader
Warning: SMUT. Rough sex. Dom/sub (kind of). Hair pulling. Biting. Spanking.
A/N:  Once I started it really took off and I’m so happy with it. For @lclb13
     Tagged; @tatyanawaka @shadow-of-wonder @kurominonsense @kelstenkiara @sietefinns @castielscamander @oraclegazes @socyd @lindseyrae20 @eliza-kitty-cat @daintymissdevitt @princess3733 @nickysmum1909 @50shadesofadamcolebaybay @raphaelvavasseur @alexahood21 @unepetitecrise @grey-acefinn @gts-widow @fightblissfight @caramara3 @rainfoxx13 @hiitsmecharlie @widow-png @racheo91 @moxtiel @blondekel77 @wrestlinghasruinedmylife @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @totorototo-ro @devittslegos
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Y/N is the newest interviewer at WWE. She walks in on Finn changing and ends up meeting Balor.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 11.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Who Are You?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan and Simon show the Reader around the Sanctuary and decide to give her a position in the community.
Word Count: 5,779
Warning: SMUT!!! (definitely wasn’t going to add it in this chapter, but the Reader deserved it ;-) )
Author’s Note: I haven’t read through this to correct any mistakes, but I will do that later! So, here’s a warning just in case there are errors. Ahhh. Can you guys feel it? The awaited threesome will soon happen. It’s going to be worth the wait and I am so glad that everyone who has read this story is liking it so far! Like I said previously, I have many plans and directions that I am wanting to take for this particular story, so I hope you all stay tuned! :)

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The following morning, you were woken by the sound of quiet knocks coming from your door. You hadn’t realized that you overslept – in fact, it had been such a long time since you were able to sleep that comfortably.

Climbing out of the small bed, you slowly walked to the door and opened it quietly. You noticed Negan and Simon standing on the other side, each with a big grin on their lips.

“Well, good fucking morning, doll.” Negan smirked, stepping inside and allowing his eyes to rake over your features. You were still sporting the flannel and panties and nothing else.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to oversleep,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and shutting the door once Simon stepped inside. You raised your arms above your head to stretch out your tense muscles, the flannel lifting above your legs to reveal your black cotton panties.

Negan and Simon looked down, clearing their throats.

“That’s okay. Negan and I cleared our schedule for today to show you around and talk about your role here in the Sanctuary. We figured you’d need some rest.” Simon said, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Do we at least get a good morning kiss?” Negan smiled.

“Are you kidding me? Not at all,” you teased. “Though, let me take a quick shower and then we can get a start on this personal tour.”

Simon arched a brow, “You need some help?”

You looked over your shoulder as you began walking to the connected bathroom. “Nope. I’m flexible. You remember, right?”

Negan growled, “You’re such a fucking tease.”

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A Well Documented Debacle

Prompt: ReaderxBones where Kirk gets his toe stuck in the faucet of the bathtub and calls the Reader to help him, because he’s too embarrassed to call someone else, but in the end they need to get Scotty to free him and when they bring him to the medbay to let Bones look at his toe, Bones gets jealous, but it ends in fluff?

A/N: For some reason those gifs of Karl Urban sticking microphones in his mouth kept popping during my search this time, which is not only probably quite unsanitary, but also very telling of this story and my journey writing it. 

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Moving to and from College with your Betta

1) keep everything wet. 

-your filter media should be kept wet at all times. I put mine in a ziplock bag or tupperware container full of water. 

-when removing the water from the tank siphon out as much as you can but don’t dump it all out. The water in the very bottom will keep your gravel wet and preserve the good bacteria that also lives there. This can help kick start your cycle when you set back up

-leave your plants where they are and wrap them in wet paper towels. The only plants I remove are my marimos and banana lily and those go in a tupperware container. 

- if the water chemistry is really different between the two locations consider bringing an extra bottle or so of the current water to help with acclimation.

2) break down but don’t dismantle.

-try and keep everything together as much as possible, this will make set up faster and easier.

- leave your heater where it is, place your filter inside of your tank if there is room for it and shove the cords inside the filter. (remember your filter media should be removed and in a bag and your gravel should still be wet so keep cords from touching the gravel). 

- if your filter doesn’t fit inside the tank get a plastic cup, put it in your tank and shove all your cords in there( heater, filter, lights, bubbler)

- if your tank came in a box and you still have it put it in the box to avoid scratches and as an added help for containing cords. 

- twist ties are also helpful for cord containment  

3) keep your fish happy

- I travel with my betta in a tupperware container but you can use fish bags from your LFS.

- to prevent a lot of sloshing around I put all of my tupperware contained things in my water change bucket ( with fish on top so i can check on him easily) and then fill the rest of the bucket with my extra fish gear and towels. 

- depending on the length of your drive you can get handwarmers to place next to your fish’s container to keep him cozy.

4) drive carefully

- drive gently to prevent sloshing and bumps

- just drive carefully please. be safe

5) set up

- set up as quickly as possible when you get to your destination 

- you should be able to just pull the cords out of your tank, fill it with water, and put your filter media back in place. ( okay, its not gonna be that simple but you get what I mean)

- remember to slowly acclimate your fish to the new water chemistry and check on your cycle over the next few days to make sure there wasn’t a major crash. 

If you have questions about how to move your tank please feel free to ask,or if you have tips to add please feel free to do so. 

@vieasme

anonymous asked:

What about asking Harry to make love to you. Not as a first time or as a virgin but after you've been together for a while and you just want to feel close to him cause you've had a bad day or something like that?

Maybe you’ve had one of those days where things have gone wrong. Long and bad and making you want to go back home and crawl under the covers and pay no mind to anything nor anyone; not even Harry.

You overslept that morning, you had no warm water to shower with before getting ready, you cut your leg whilst shaving and slipped into an odd and aching position in the shower, you spilt hot water over yourself whilst making a cup of tea and then you were late to work because workers had decided that roadworks needed to be done on the motorway. You hadn’t slept much so you were agitated, you were frustrated by those who came into your path and lunch was just a mess and you barely had time to eat before you were pushed into more meetings with more paperwork being piled up on your desk. 

It’s when it begins to rain, and thunder and darken in the atmosphere, that you break down and feel yourself melt into a puddle of despair. Tears in your eyes as people offer to take you home, or suggesting they drop you off somewhere close so you can find someone to pick you up, or willing to wait with you until someone came to collect you so that you weren’t waiting alone in the pouring weather. But, you declined every offer because you just wanted alone time. Time to yourself to wallow in self-pity. Your phone cradled between your shoulder and your ear, muttering to Harry about how you didn’t want to do anything in terms of getting home and just accepting his worrisome murmurs about how he was on his way and that you just needed to find shelter until he arrived.

And it’s not long until Harry’s there.

With an extra jumper in his car for you to slip on over your wet shirt and the heat pumped up and filtering through the car, warming up your cold cheeks and letting you snuggle down in the front passenger. His hand resting on your knee the entire journey back to his house, where he rushes you inside and takes you upstairs, peeling off your wet clothes and pushing them into his overflowing laundry basket in his bathroom. Pushing you into the shower and promising that you can take as long as you wanted in there, that he would order a pizza for dinner and set up some comfy clothes of his on the bed.

“Holler if you need me, okay? Just shout out my name. Your shower gel and shampoos are on the top shelf in the shower. You can just use my flannel to wash your face. Uh, towels are where they normally are and I’ll set some warm clothes out for you on the bed,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and inhaling the rain that clung to your hair, “you’re okay, yeah? Do you want me to stay?”

“No,” you whisper, sniffling softly as you look up at him, “thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, love. Yeh my girlfriend. I’ll drop everythin’ to come and get yeh,” he coos, sending you the warmest and most gentlest smile he could muster, with the sweetest green eyes looking down.

You ask him to make love to you when the pizza boxes are empty and the telly decided to switch itself off due to a power outage taking over London during the stormy weather. When candles were lit and giving his bedroom the sweetest scent as you snuggle deeply under his duvet, the gentle flicker of the candles making you feel sweet and homely and protected by the safe environment. His figure sprawled out on his side, atop of the duvet, dressed in boxers because he found clothes to be a little uncomfortable to snooze in, with his feet crossed and his toes curling every time he stretched, with his head propped up with an arm as he faces you. A gentle look on his face that was overtaken with shadows casting on his skin.

“You feelin’ okay now? All good? Fed and watered?”

“Mm-hm. Thank you,” you whisper softly, afraid that if you spoke too loudly, you’d shatter the delicate atmosphere, “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we, uh,” you pause softly, ducking further under the sheets to cover your blushing cheeks. Disappearing beneath the white duvet and whining softly when he chuckles and tries to pull the comforter from your head. “Can we make love? Like, take things slow and really let things roll?”

And when he falls silent, you gulp thickly and peek an eye out. Noticing the smallest of smiles on his face as he uses his foot to push off the empty pizza boxes that toward at the end of the mattress. Soft thuds being heard as the crusts inside came into contact with lid, a giggle leaving you as he hitches a leg over your body and straddles you. Fists grasping at the comforter as he tugs it from you.

“Can’t make love to yeh if you’re buried under my covers now. Show me yeh pretty face, love. Come on now,” he coos, using his chin to move the duvet and nudging his nose into your hair, “s’only me. S’just me. Made love to you plenty. Don’t have to be shy about askin’ me, silly girl.” xx

Only You

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Seokjin Scenario: Heart Shaped Sunglasses.

Request: Can I request a beach date with Seokjin where he suddenly gets over protective of you and probably scared all the other guys who wanted to look at you when wanted to wear a two piece and you find his over protectiveness funny but endearing. Pleaseeee :)             

Genre: Fluff


This was supposed to be a good idea, Seokjin knew you loved the beach, and you’d been so excited for the weather heating up that he’d thought what a better thing to do than going to the beach, but he’d been so wrong. Both of you had woken up super excited, loaded the car with food, drinks and your bags and Jin drove there with music blasting loud and both of you singing a little off tune to every song, play fighting over the next track to hear, stealing some of the snacks too and naming the million things you were going to do at the beach once you arrived. Well, now you were there, but you were doing nothing at all, just sitting on the towel you’d laid on the sand.

–Are you sure you aren’t, I don’t know… at least a little hot already? – you asked him, fanning yourself a little with your big white hat and then placing it again on your hair.

Jin denied stubbornly and saw you repressing a smile. –Not at all, this is nice –

–Hmmm – you moved a little closer to him and pocked his neck. –then why are you getting so red baby? –

–The sunshine – he replied quickly and you giggled.

–The heat more like, c’mon Jin, why don’t we just take a swim? – you pouted a little, he knew what you were doing.

You’d been trying to get him into the waterr for the past twenty minutes but he was having a dilemma since the moment you arrived and took off your summer dress. You had a pretty body, he could admire it for hours if you let him, Jin wasn’t blind and neither were the rest of the boys at that beach and at the moment, you’d been joking and laughing about finally getting a tan to look hot, as if you needed to look hotter unless you wanted him to melt or something, thing was that you hadn’t noticed the way a group of passing guys stared at you when your dress was off.

Jin knew he should have looked at you the same way, you were wearing a deep blue bikini that fitted you so nice, it hugged all the right curves you had and for a moment he lost his words, maybe he should have expected it but he didn’t, and seeing you looking so good fried most of his common sense; that was until he noticed those guys’ eyes on you, the way they smirked and looked appreciatively at you and then Jin was boiling up. He picked up your dress again and covered your back with it while he stood in front of you and you looked confused at him.

He stayed like that until the guys were far, feeling too protective of you and too jealous for his own good, you were his girlfriend and he should be the only one to admire your body. He’d refused to get into the beach just so you would stay there with him, safely covered, but he wasn’t sure for how long he could get you doing so and he didn’t want to say how jealous he was feeling right there. He sighed, trying to pretend that he really wasn’t melting inside his shirt.

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