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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,463

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: catboy!tae, comedy, fluff, eventual smut

Summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you you’re left heartbroken and lost all hope in relationships. Santa says you’ll find love soon, but what do you do when you’re beloved cat turns into a beautiful grown man?

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Just practicing drawing expressions.  

This is what I imagine Marinette and Adrien might look like as young adults in college.  Reminiscent of her two pigtails, Marinette wears her hair mostly down with a ribbon on either side. 

Adrien’s hair is a bit longer and shaggier, and wears it more pushed back, the way it would naturally fall if he were to run his hand down the length of his hair. 

Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge - Negan’s Birthday Prompt 

Summary: It’s Negan’s birthday and you’ve worked hard to make it the most memorable night of his life.
Word Count: 2,267
Pairing: Negan/Female Reader
Warning: High detailed description of sex and swearing
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: One-shot
Tags: @negans-dirty-girl | @negans-network | @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash | @lucifers-trash-stash | @flissworld 
Archive of Our Own: A Gift Fit for a King
Authors Note: This is a one-shot for Ash’s 2k Writing Challange. First ever one-shot full of hot, hotness. Hope you enjoy, feedback is as always appreciated. Thank you to my lovely beta reader @lucifers-trash-stash for being just awesome and being tremendious help with my writing. 


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Witch Wreath How To

Just so that I can keep track and in case any of you want to make your own!

Step 1: Get a wire hanger and make a circle

2: Gather your sticks/limbs - they need to be green so that they’re still pliable. I used willow branches and forsythia 

3: Wind your branches around the wire 

You’re gonna need A LOT of branches

4: Use floral wire to keep down any unruly patches

5: Take ribbon and hot glue one side down then wind around wreath until in the shape you want and hot glue last end down 

6: Make bow and hot glue onto one of the pentacle’s points

voila!

[Guest Writer] When you’re the dance teacher for the precocious Prince Sungyeol

Scenario: You are assigned to teach the Prince to dance before an important ball, but he seems to be distracted.
Rating: hot stuff
Word Count: 2497
Guest Writer: Skye

You’ve never found yourself so frustrated with someone, that is until you ended up meeting Lee Sungyeol. To be more specific, Prince Lee Sungyeol.

Being a professional dancer by trade, you’d been called into the palace to proctor a class on ballroom dancing for an upcoming gala that the royal family would be holding. Your students were of many different high class backgrounds. There was skillful Lee Howon, the son of an immensely rich banker. Slightly lazy and perpetually grumpy Kim Sunggyu, an upcoming singer whose father was a general in the royal guard. And then of course there was Lee Sungyeol, Prince Lee Sungyeol, the next inheritor to the throne.

Although no one was perfect when you first started teaching the course, the boys caught on quick, after all you were just teaching them the simple steps to the waltz - there was nothing more easy.

The only person who kept fumbling and tripping over their feet, laughing languidly as you muttered under your breath about how clumsy they were, was Lee Sungyeol.

His long limbs were attractive, even regel, but he had no clue how to use them correctly. His posture was a mess, coordination didn’t seem to exist in his vocabulary, and worst of all is that he found the whole thing funny.

Laughing into the palm of his hand, he’d simply stare down at you with clear eyes when he messed up and ask;

“Am I still getting it wrong instructor?”

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The Scent of New Beginnings, a Kristanna fic for Bri

This is for bri-ecrit! based on this prompt. I hope that your week gets better, Bri <3 I meant to write a drabble for you and post it much sooner, but it’s…not a drabble, and it’s late. 

I’m sorry in advance about all the errors and typos that I’m sure abound, I’m kind of anxious to post this and go to bed so I only skimmed over it :P I’m also sorry that it’s not very good

Note: Okay, so there’s no staircase in the ballroom in the film, I’m pretty sure, BUT let’s all pretend that maybe when Elsa used her powers in the ballroom she accidentally did some structural damage, and it had to be remodeled, and they put in an upper gallery with a staircase while they were at it because what good is a ballroom without a sweeping staircase

The Scent of New Beginnings

The engagement had only been announced a week ago, and already Kristoff was wishing that he could disappear into the mountains until the wedding. Better yet, he wished he could sweep Anna off to the mountains with him, elope with a troll wedding, and then spend their honeymoon all alone, far, far away from people. Far away from people who wanted to shake his hand, people who wanted to give him marital advice, people who wanted him to exert some kind of influence on his fiancée and future sister-in-law, people who just wouldn’t stop talking. Far away from all people who weren’t Anna, that was where Kristoff wanted to be. But he hadn’t even suggested it—it was winter, which was not the best time to camp out (although the challenge of keeping each other warm sounded so very appealing), and he wasn’t sure how legal a troll ceremony would be considered by the kingdom. Besides, she was so happy

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If other shinigami became visored...


As requested by anon. :) And also anon. ;)


Let’s say that some of the other shinigami in Bleach became visored. What would their mask look like?


1. Gin

Gin’s mask is circular and white, blank except for two narrow slits for the eyes. Oh, and a big, empty grin.

Ichigo: AND YOU CALL ME CREEPY??


2. Kira

Kira has a birdlike iron executioner’s mask, just like landofshame says.

Rose: BIRD BUDDIES!!

Kira:

Kira: I hate my life.


3. Matsumoto

Matsumoto’s mask has heavily outlined, catlike eyes and a snarling mouth with some very sharp teeth.

Matsumoto: Captain, I need to go shopping!

Matsumoto: I have nothing that matches this!


4. Byakuya

Byakuya’s mask is vaguely petal shaped, with a full half circle over his forehead, narrowing down to a gentle point at his chin. When he first masks, it is pure white, but as he gets stronger, pink petal-designs start to appear.

Ichigo: Oooh, an evolving mask just like mine??

Ichigo: I’m gonna make us T-shirts!

Byakuya: Not that again.


5. Komamura

Komamura’s mask is bucket-shaped.

Komamura: So that must be why my bucket helmet felt so right.


6. Rukia

Rukia’s mask is pure white, with a single ribbon tied to the top which comes down along the side of her face. It shimmers slightly, as though it is made of ice.

Rukia: It has been declared the most beautiful mask in Soul Society!

Rukia: I assume.


7. Hisagi

Hisagi has a demon mask, of course.

Hisagi: Maaan, why are my powers always scary?


8. Renji

Renji’s mask is reminiscent of a baboon, with close set eyes and a ferocious looking snout.

Renji: Zabimaru’s gonna be mad that my inner hollow is ripping off his design.


9. Ukitake

Ukitake’s mask is a mirrored oval. Just, mirrored. It is unclear how he sees.

Ukitake: Answer: with great difficulty!


10. Kyoraku

Kyoraku’s mask is pure, inky black, except for the eyes, which are outlined in red. Let’s just say you don’t want him coming out of the shadows at you.

Kyoraku: Wow.

Kyoraku: Totally not showing this to Nanao-chan!

Twelve White Balloons

just a bunch of cute fluff

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The second she stepped outside her hotel room, Selena instantly became tangled in a web of gold.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise, glancing up at the culprit. A dozen white balloons with long, golden ribbons attached floated to the ceiling. She glanced down both sides of the hallway but there were no people in sight. Confused, she took the intertwined ribbons and pulled the balloons inside.

She noticed a small card attached to the end and liberated it from the tangled mess tied around it. Inside on one side was an address written in what she could only identify as Justin’s chicken scratch. The blue ink was slightly smudged, but she could still make out the writing. On the other side, a shining, brand new silver key was secured into place by a thin sliver of tape.

Her heart leaped out of her chest. Justin was known for his extravagant gifts, despite the fact that he knew how much Selena hated being spoiled. She bit her lip, pocketing the key as she picked up the card. She looked over the address once more, not recognizing the location. She sighed and shook her head. Leave it to Justin to send her on a crazy quest.

She grabbed a jacket to shield herself from the chilly Canada air and slipped on a pair of shoes before heading outside. A light drizzle fell from the murky gray sky, making her hope a storm wouldn’t come.

She typed the address into the GPS and was on her way, maneuvering through the bustling city.

Half an hour outside the city, crowded streets gradually gave way to a more quiet, empty street surrounded by tall pines. The shimmering blue waters of Lake Ontario reflected the sun’s rays through the trees, giving the appearance of driving through a golden forest.

Selena stopped and turned when she saw the mailbox poking through an overgrowth of vines, with the address number printed on the side. The gravel crunched under the tires as a red structure came into view. It was a nice little log cabin nestled between a grove of pines–it was modest in comparison to the luxurious mansions and even the hotels she’d become accustomed to. Morning glories took over the railing on the porch and snaked their way up a trellis on the side, hiding the wood beneath years of overgrowth.

Selena cautiously stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut as she approached the front door. She walked in trepidation, wondering if this was a good idea. Justin was always one to buy the most expensive and flashy items, and this was nowhere near either category.

The front step creaked as she put pressure onto it and for a second she held her breath, fearing she would fall through the crooked step. She let out a sigh of relief when it held and stomped up the top two steps, standing in front of the door coated in chipped paint.

Before she could knock, there was the distinct sound of footsteps coming from her left. She spun around and was immediately met with the familiar sensation of Justin’s lips pressing against hers. His palms pressed against her cheeks, pulling her face closer to his.

Justin groaned, pulling away from the kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that since you came to Toronto,” he confessed, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I’ve missed you,” Selena whispered, softly kissing him once more. She felt Justin’s hands drop from her face and she realized where they were again. “This place,” she gestured towards the cabin, “why did you bring me here?”

Justin didn’t reply, but instead walked over to the door and took out a key, unlocking the door in one swift movement. He pushed it open and a bouquet of twelve more white balloons floated just inside the entryway. He tugged on their golden ribbons, bringing them outside. “It’s ours,” he handed the balloons to Selena, “I bought it. The lake is a five minute walk from here.” He grinned, scratching at the back of his neck.

It took a moment to register for Selena as she gripped onto the balloons, making sure they didn’t float away. “It’s nice, Justin, it really is, but I don’t… I’m not moving countries just to be with you,” she stammered, trying to put it as lightly as possible.

Justin laughed lightly. “No! It’s not.. I got it so we can have our own private place that nobody else knows about. It’s our own little escape. You can come here whenever you need to, baby. Did you get the key I sent?”

“Yeah,” Selena nodded, patting her pocket. A light breeze blew by and she instantly shivered.

“Come inside,” Justin opened the door wider, allowing her to walk inside, along with the balloons.

She let the balloons float to the ceiling and looked around. The place was sparsely furnished, with only a blue couch and a coffee table resting in front of the fire place. She glanced up towards the half-log shaped stairs and saw.. more balloons. Balloons of every color filled the cabin, their tangled ribbons dangling down like some kind of rainbow waterfall.

“You have a thing for balloons.”

Justin merely nodded, and a mischievous smile broke out on his face. “I think there’s just one more thing we need to do before this feels more homey,” he said carefully, moving to stand behind Selena. His lips placed soft, feathery kisses down her neck.

“Get more furniture? I bet there’s not even a bed,” she murmured, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck.

“I wanted you to help pick out the furniture,” he slipped her jacket off, kissing her shoulder blade. “And who needs a bed when we have a perfectly fine couch right here?”

Selena shook her head and smiled, turning around to hook her arms around his neck. “You really are something, Justin.” She pressed her lips to his, backing up until she fell against the couch, pulling Justin onto herself.

-

“Mm, don’t get up yet,” Justin groaned, tightening his hold on Selena. “Up for round 4?” he teasingly asked, pushing some of her hair from her face.

“Justin!” she hit his chest, wiggling free of his grip to stand up. “We just spent three hours christening the damn house, I think that’s enough for today. I’m worn out,” she reached for her panties, pulling them on quickly.

“At least keep the clothes off,” he pouted, getting up to retrieve his own underwear.

“Join a nudist colony!” she shouted from the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. To say there was nothing would be an understatement.. the only things Justin had even bothered to bring were a pack of strawberries and a bag of Tim Horton’s. She chuckled at that and grabbed the strawberries walking back to find him poking at the fireplace.

“We’re going to stave to death if you’re the one in charge of buying groceries,” she sat down on the couch, popping a strawberry in her mouth.

Justin sat next to her, pulling her close to his bare chest. “We could be starving, we could be homeless..” he softly sang into her ear, running his hands down her sides. “I love it when you go topless,” he remarked, stealing a strawberry from her hand.

“Pig,” she rolled her eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

“Did you expect any different? I’m a horny teenage boy,” he pressed his lips to her temple before moving towards her cheek, kissing it repeatedly. He smiled at the sound of her soft giggles and complaints that it tickled. “Is the fire warm enough? You seem.. cold,” he glanced at her chest and laughed.

Selena blushed and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, stretching it around her body and holding it under her arms. “I hate you.” She leaned against his shoulder, looking up to the colorful display above. “By the way,” her eyes trailed across the entirety of the ceiling; not a single spot was left without a balloon to cover it. “What’s with all the balloons?”

“The flower shop was closed this morning.”

dirtierwork  asked:

I'm hella late but ereri and "are you flirting with me?" pretty please?? &lt;3

The only one that’s hella late is me, alright?

Stupid tumblr. Distracting me from writing… (as usual)

But here you go!!

(Note: Levi is eighteen years old)

Pairing: ErenxLevi


“I swear to God Eren, if you dare to step foot outside the den or your room, I will murder you,” Isabel hissed to her older brother, who was overlooking the room of senior high school students.

    The twenty year old man rolled his eyes at Isabel. “Listen, Sparky, mom and dad said you could have a party on the condition of I do the chaperoning. There’s no way I’m going to excuse myself while all of you trolls from Hell fuck the house up.”

    Isabel’s fists balled up at her sides in frustration. “Eren just his once do me a favor.”

    “Sorry,” he sang. He pushed off the wall he leaned against and started in the direction of the kitchen, ruffling Izzy’s hair in passing. The girl’s nose scrunched up, keeping a small string of curses carefully locked in her voice box. Her cheeks puffed out for a split second before it changed to an evil grin. She whirled around and sprinted out of the room and up the stairs.

    “Levi!” she called over the music someone just decided to put on the stereo. She skid into her room where she knew the boy would be. “Levi.” She found him crouched by the shelf she kept her movies on.

    “What?” he grunted. His finger glided over the selection, looking for a suitable movie for the night.

    “I need your help with something,” she told him, coming further into the room. He made a sound of acknowledgement, so she continued. “Eren plans on sticking around for the entire night.”

    “So?” Levi asked, glancing over his shoulder to the redhead.

    “So he’s going to be playing the chaperone who’s not going to let the girls get within seven feet of the guys!” she exclaimed. “I need him gone.”

    “So what am I going to do about it?” the short teen asked as he pulled a movie off the shelf and stood up, brushing himself off with one hand.

    “Keep him occupied! I don’t care if you tie him up and shove him in the kitchen cupboard!” with that final order, she turned on her heel, her hair flicking out as she spun to leave the room. Levi’s eyes rolled almost of their own accord and he followed after her.

    They went back down stairs and to the living room to find it deathly quiet. The teens (a collection of ten. Five girls and five boys from various classes Isabel had) sat silently under the gaze of the man leaning on the doorjamb. Eren’s eyes narrowed before he switched to look at Isabel and Levi. “Great, you got the movie,” he smiled. “Give it here, I’ll put it on.” He started forward, hand raised. Isabel shot Levi a look and the boy sighed silently. He glared at Izzy as he moved towards Eren, taking his outstretched hand and dragging him backwards into the kitchen.

    “Hey,” Eren huffed as he was dragged into the kitchen “What are you doing?”

    “Cookies.” Was Levi’s only reply. He let go of Eren’s hand when they were in the kitchen area and went for the cabinets.

    “We don’t have any.” Eren informed him.

    “Then we’ll make them.”

    If Isabel wanted Eren distracted, she’ll get it, by God.

    “Add the flour,” Levi instructed Eren sometime later from where he sat on the counter, scrolling through the baking directions on his phone. Levi snorted at the little side note on the recipe. A little ribbon ran down the side of the screen, showing off a cheesy food related pick up line. “Are you a fruit?” he read aloud.

    “Huh?” Eren shot him a confused look over his shoulder.

    Levi smirked, near laughing at the awful line. “Because honeydew you know how fine you look right now?”

    Eren cocked his eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me, Levi?”

    “As if,” he scoffed. “It’s a pick up line from this website. Too stupid not to share.” Eren nodded, going back to the dough. Levi quietly laughed at the next line that popped up. “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because your ass is the sweetest I’ve ever seen.” Eren laughed along.

    “Boy, I’ve just got what my mama gave,” the college student replied, popping his hip while he picked up the dough bowl, still stirring. Levi’s eyes watched the small movement with interest. He switched to read the next line. Eren turned and hopped up on the counter opposite of Levi, the bowl in his arms. He took the spatula and tossed it into the sink and dipped his finger into the chocolate chip dotted dough.

    “Baby, if you were a fruit, you’d be a fineapple,” Levi said. He glanced up in time to see Eren stick the finger in his mouth. His eyes widened as Eren slowly sucked the sugary treat off his finger. His head shook at Levi.

    “If I were a fruit, it’d be a passion fruit.” He said around the finger.

    Levi’s eyes darted back down to his phone. “Uh, back to baking the cookies.” He said, slightly stammering on the first part of the sentence. “We’re supposed to,” he looked up to Eren at the sound of the bowl getting placed on the counter and found Eren standing. “Scoop the dough out, and–“

    “Hey Levi,” Eren interrupted. He crossed the kitchen in quick strides until he was standing right in front of where Levi was perched. He leaned in closely to the boy until their faces were but inches apart.

    “What?” Levi asked in a shakier voice than he would have liked.

    “Why are we really baking cookies?” Eren asked, his head cocking. “You couldn’t make decent cookies for the life of you and I know you’d probably much rather be in there with the rest of the kids… so why are you in here?’

    The words caught in Levi’s throat. “I wanted-“ the words stopped when Eren closed a bit of the space between them.

    “Don’t lie, Levi. Tell me the truth.” He breathed.

    Levi silently cursed at their mingling breathes.

    Honestly, how long had he wanted to be this close to the lips that belonged to Eren Jaeger? How long had he wanted to claim those lips for his own and run his fingers through that untamable hair?

    Jeez. He had a purpose here. He couldn’t be thinking back to those desires still fresh in his mind.

    Keep Eren occupied. That was the mission.

    But his mission already failed if Levi couldn’t keep his head straight.

    Besides; he’d rather be forced into watching an awful movie, crammed in a room with a bunch of teens than be trapped in the kitchen with Eren any longer, with the man so close, yet so fucking far out of his reach.

    “Isabel wanted me to distract you from your chaperone duties,” Levi finally answered. Eren pulled back a bit with a smirk on his face.

    “I knew it.” He chuckled. “There was no way you would willing volunteer to baking.” Levi grunted, trying to scoot back on the counter away from the older male. His butt didn’t get far before his head smacked into the bottom of a cabinet. With hissed profanity, his hand shot up to hold the spot he hurt. He glared at the same small gap between his knees and Eren’s legs that didn’t grow or shrink.

    Would he move off already?!

    Eren’s hand came into his field of vision suddenly. It moved at a moderate pace until it caught Levi’s chin and tipped it up a bit so the younger male would have to look up at the man.

    “Surely you could do better at distracting someone than merely reading them shitty pick-up lines,” he taunted. A playful twinkle on his eye. Levi’s frown lasted all of six milliseconds before the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk.

    He threw his arm around Eren’s shoulders and pulled him down the short distance to Levi’s awaiting lips. After a few seconds of the simple lip lock, Levi pulled back.

     “Of fucking course I can.”