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anonymous asked:

Are you taking blurb/one shot requests?? I have one 🙂 Harry & his girl talking about him doing the Victoria’s Secret show and her becoming insecure about her body compared to the models bodies.

“And yeah so I said yes for the show!!” Harry chirped sitting in front of you as he blabbered about his performance that he agreed for the VS’s show in Shanghai. You knew how much he adored his work of making music and presenting it in front of everyone. He loved creating his own style and flaunting it to others. And you too respected his work that he worshiped and never tried to interfere in it, you did put your opinion when he asked but never stopped-held him back from performing.

But this time, this time you wanted to stop him from going to Shanghai. You didn’t wanted him to go out there and perform in between those have naked models who had perfect body. You wanted to have your man by yourself and not in the crowd of those gorgeous angels. You feared that his heart might slip and…maybe leave you?

“Isn’t it exciting???” Harry asked standing up and held his phone oyt that was ringing, probably Harry Lambert was on the phone to discuss with him about his outfit and stuff.

You smiled a little forcefully and nodded your head. Harry returned the smile and walked out in the garden to take the call before placing a warm kiss to your forehead.

You never thought that such a sweet gesture of him would send you off tears as you started imagining the worst that could happen. What if Harry falls for someone else over there? What if he has a one night stand? What if he leaves you? You would never get to feel his kisses again, touches again, love again if any of that happens. All of this horrible thoughts made your eyes pool with tears as you rushed to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.

Soft sobs escaped past your lips and you put a hand on your mouth to muffle your cries. Those ladies out there were very much beautiful and carved perfectly. Any man could feel his heart race up seeing such pretty women and Harry too was a man and who knows he too might get a second thought over there.

You closed your eyes trying to push the dark visions of your Harry with someone else but quickly re-opened them again when heard his raspy voice from behind you.

“Petal are you crying?”

“What?no peaches” you held a breath
And wiped your tears with the back of your hand and patted your cheeks softly trying to get rid of wetness. Before you could turn around yourself, you felf two pair of arms turning you around and now you were facing him.

“Why’re you crying?”

“I am n-”

“The truth” harry said sternly. You knew there was no way to turn your back to him now and he wasn’t from the one who gave in too easily. So you decided to pour your heart to him.

“Dont go please? Th-there are gonna be all perfect ladies and I-i don’t wanna lose you and I just am nothing compared to them. Why would you even want to be with me after coming from there” you shake your head sobbing. You fiddled with your hands while warm tears dripped on your skin.

“Oh my baby.” Harry said bringing you to his and kisses your forehead before resting his chin on top of your heart and swayed you both sideways.

“My baby, m'love I would never ever leave you. You are my world sweetheart. I might have learned everything but I haven’t learned how to live without you and I dont even wanna know that. And about em ladies, you’re the only woman whom I have my eyes on. You’re perfect just the way you are wouldn’t wanna have you any other way, you’re my petal and I’m your peaches forever” harry said and pulled away to have a view of your face that was probably red because of crying.

“I love you” he whispered amd brought his lips down to meet yours in a kiss. He kissed you with such tenderness and love like he was assuring you that you have him for eternity.

“I love you too” you said after you both pulled away to breath. A sheepish smile covering your face as you snuggled yourseld to his chest.

“Now would you like to join me missus?”

Baby Steps (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So I have been starting my Lust for a Living and I’m so hyped for you guys to read it! Anyways I hope you like this imagine J

Warnings: menions of cutting, anorexia ( I didnt do that much research on the disease but I don’t want anyone to think that it is this easy and quick to cure anorexia. it takes lots of time and help, i just shortened the time-span for the sake of the imagine )

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Spence finds out the reader is struggling with anorexia and basically just ends in lots of fluff

Requested by: @static-001

Upcoming Imagine: Chapter 1 of Lust for a Living


Spencer was always the one you would open up to and as would he with you, but he saddened at the lack of communication he was receiving from you.

He would vent about his mother or how a particular case affected him, and of course you would listen, but in return he would expect a rant back, something about stress or how your anxiety has been, but he hasn’t been receiving any.

Finally one day, he decided to approach you for it.

“Y/N is something going on?” He asked as everyone split up to go home, leaving you two alone.

“No.” You said pulling your sleeves down a little more.

Spencer looked you up and down, trying to figure out what was bothering you.

“Spencer we agreed not to profile each other.” You said as you gathered your things.

“Let me see your wrists.” He said quietly.

“What? Why?” You asked crossing your arms, but you could see the fear and concern in his face.

“Please just let me see.” He said.

He has seen you wear more clothing, long sleeve shirts, even when you went to Florida for a case, or scarfs that cover your neck.

You slowly gave him your arm, not wanting to be the one to reveal what was underneath.

He slowly peeled your sleeve up and was relieved to not see any scars from cutting, but he dropped the file he had in his hand when he noticed you were literally skin and bones.

“Y/N oh my god what’s happening?” He asked as he rolled up the other sleeve to see the same thing.

Tears stung in your eyes at his reaction.

He cared so much that tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“I can help you let me help you.” He said. “Your not healthy let me help you.” He said as he rested his hand on the side of your head, even noticing the roughness of the tips of your hair.

“Your hair is dying.” He whispered. He knew what this was and it broke his heart.

“I just… I can’t eat. I throw it up involuntarily and I have just lost any motivation to eat at all.” You said before starting to cry harder.

He pulled you into a hug, holding you like you were glass as he gently rubbed your back.

“It’s okay I’m going to help you get better okay?” He said before sniffling. “Let’s go to my apartment.” He added.

You and Spencer took a cab to his apartment and when you arrived, you both sat on the couch.

“How long has this been happening?” He asked quietly.

“Maybe 5 or 6 months.” You said, making his hand reach out to hold yours.

“Can I see?” He asked quietly.

You nodded, if there was one person you trusted, it was Spencer.

You took off your scarf to reveal your sharp collarbones. You slowly took off your shirt and turned around and you felt his fingers run along your spine.

“Is it because… you’re afraid of gaining weight?” He asked.

You slipped your shirt back on and nodded.

“Listen, you are too thin Y/N. You are beautiful the way you are and you need to be healthy. You can die Y/N. You can pass out due to malnutrition and your nails and hair will start to die and I can’t just let that happen.” He said as tears filled his eyes.

“Will you try to eat? If eating something healthy makes it easier then I can make you a yummy salad or fruit that we can eat together.” He said.

You smiled and nodded. “I can try fruit.” You said.

Thinking about consuming food was scary.
What if you gain weight?

What if you get overweight?

“For a woman your age, you should weigh around 140 pounds and the unhealthy weight for a woman your size and age is 110, how much do you weigh?” He asked as he got strawberries and blueberries from the fridge.

You gasped at his fact, you were way under the unhealthy amount.

“Umm a lot less than 110.” You said quietly.

“I don’t care if you weigh 120 or 130 or 180 I just want you to be healthy. You won’t ever be 500 pounds and you will never stop being beautiful.” He said as he brought the bowl of fruit over.

You looked at the fruit with disgust, food does not sound good right now, it never does.

“These are the best blueberries in town, once you eat one you cant get enough.” He said with a smile as he popped one into his mouth. “It’s just one small blueberry, it wont hurt you.” He said holding one out to you.

You opened your mouth and he smiled as he placed It in your mouth.

You chewed it and it was very good, and he was right, you wanted more.

You took a few from the bowl as you ate them quickly.

“Okay but there is one rule, you cant eat a whole bunch at once, we have to take it slow. Try a strawberry.” He said handing it to you.

You ate the strawberry and although it was bigger than a blueberry, it was still really good.

Spencer smiled and threw his arms up when you said you liked it.

“Can I give you something else?” He asked as he stood up.

He came back with a piece of plain bread.

You gritted your teeth and looked up at him.

“Baby steps.” You said as you ate another blueberry.

Spencer smiled and took a bite of the bread. “Baby steps.”

We are here to drink your beer! Mon-el welcome  party, Daxam style

We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at a point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer!

Me and my dearest co-leader @hillshollow are throwing drinking party for every Mon-el fan to celebrate his beautiful ass coming back to us… and to Kara, of course.

Drinks are on me. Minors have to drink club soda, tea or the salty tears of Mon’s haters.

Music (feel free to add more):

  • Whiskey in the jar by Metallica (x)
  • Vodka by Korpiklaani (x)
  • Drink by Alestorm (x)
  • WTF by Morhana (x)
  • Have a drink on me by ACDC (x)

After party song:

  • Hangover by Alestorm (x)

Drinking game: take a sip every time you spot a salty hater  (a sip, guys, a SIP, not a SHOT, we don’t want to die from alcohol poisoning, right?)

@tinnefoil @wizard-of-oz87 @kbcountry37-blog @karamelcoveredolicity @zorelsmendler @emarasmoak @helathegoddessofdeath @sterek-malec @maliaisbi  @bisexualmctatenski  @missisjoker and any other Mon el lover who wants to join!

anonymous asked:

(this is the *extremely* dirty one shot request) What if harry cums inside of you and likes to see his cum sliding out of you bc it gets him off even more. You have your eyes shut, legs open & feeling heavenly when all of the sudden, Harry's head is between your legs, tongue prodding around at your cum filled entrance. Your hand flies down to grip his hair harshly bc he's never done anything like this before-aka eat his own cum out of you- and you're completely shocked but amazed & grateful...

Harry’s always been full of surprises, but this one has to be the most pleasant.

You can still feel his fingertips on your hips, and teeth on your neck even as you lay back on the mattress, feeling utterly euphoric from the deeds the two of you have just done. You’re catching your breath, eyes closed and limbs suddenly overwhelmed with fatigue. In fact, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and end up letting your legs slump against the blankets and you roll your head to the side. 

You make no hasty motion to cover yourself up because you honestly can’t care less about what Harry thinks. He’s made you feel unbelievably orgasmic, pun intended, and now it’s your turn to just relax and enjoy the feeling as the post sex haze washes over you.

Harry, however, has different plans. It’s been a few days since he’s seen you and while the lovemaking it done and over with and immensely satisfying, he can’t seem to take his eyes or hands off of you. He’s on his knees, panting and catching his own breath, much different from his usual post sex act of falling besides you ad cuddling into the nape of your neck. 

Instead, he wipes the thin sheet of sweat across his forehead and hungrily drink you in, all soft and waiting for him like an offering or a fucking gift. You don’t notice his interested eyes, because yours have fallen shut. He tuts, clicking his tongue in disapproval at your tiredness before he lowers his eyes to the place were you were most sensitive. His eyes nearly pop out of his sockets as he watches his own thick cum slowly drip down onto the mattress, a sigh leaving from your mouth.

“You like that,” he whispers with disbelief. “You like feelin’ m’cum drip out of your cunt.”

You open your eyes and watch him lower his head to your mound, brows furrowed with concentration. The first lick throws you off, and your sensitivity heightens. You cry out and grasp the sheets around you, head back on the pillow.


“Shh,” he mumbles against your thigh, pressing a quick kiss there to reassure you he won’t do anything that you’ll be disturbed by. “Jus’ wanna lick into you a li’l, alrigh’ petal?”

You whine in response, high pitched and dripping with sensitivity, your body giving you another lurch when his nose brushes briefly against your clit. You feel his tongue prodding into you, anything but shyly, with slight vigor and determination. Your hands fly out to the curly mop on his head, tightening your digits around the tendrils and tugging roughly. He groans around you, signaling you to tug harder. 

“‘S my good fuckin’ girl,” he breathes, kissing your lower stomach once, eyes fleeting up to peer at your face, making sure you’re alright. His hands are on your upper thigh now. As he licks into you one more time, your legs spasm and threaten to close but his large ringed fingers hold them apart, a growl falling from his lips. “No. Be a good girl fo’ daddy.”

You’ve got to be a good girl for him, it’s only right since he’s made you feel so good and you have to give back to him. Your eyes meet his and a shiver runs through your spine as he purposely thrusts his tongue into you while looking directly at you. 

“Harry…” you whimper, holding onto his hair so hard, it’s a wonder how he’s not pulling away. 

You give into him, letting him do what he seems fitting. Your head rolls back, a deep sigh emitting from your lips, feeling the flicks of his tongue until they’ve become gentle caresses.

When he finally lets up and withdraws himself from between your legs, your eyes open once more, witnessing him wipe the corners of his mouth, a satisfied smirk on his face. He licks his lips once before draping his body over yours, giving you a soft kiss on your lower lip. 

“Such a good girl fo’ me.”


Eddie and Liam knew one another, as Liam delivered Eddie and Jillian’s children.

EDDIE- “We are pregnant again.  Jillian is upset that you are not going to be delivering this baby…”

LIAM- “Yes, I am sorry.  I gave up Obstetrics and I am now working with furry animals.  Being a Vet is a little let hectic and a whole lot less dramatic!”

EDDIE- “Good to know, we have a new puppy, I will have to bring him over to see you.”

LIAM- Sure things….Oh hey they are taking pictures, we better get in the shot!!”


its---always---you  asked:

Hi! I love your fake subs! I read them every day!😂 Does it take much time to make one fake sub?(like when do you get these ideas) btw love your blog, you're awesome💓

thanks for the love!!! 

it takes me between 2-3 hours for each fake sub, i made a post on how i make them here:

i usually get ideas from their facial expressions and body language or if i have like a funny situation in mind, i manipulate the screen shots to match the conversation i have in mind

ty for the sweet msg!! <3

This is a love story. And, oddly enough, it starts with an interstellar space mission and a golden record.

Toward the end of the summer of ‘77, NASA launched two spacecraft as part of the Voyager Interstellar Mission. On board each craft was a golden record that included, among other things, the sound of a kiss, a mother’s first words to her newborn child, music from all over the world, and greetings in 59 different languages. The spacecraft were designed to take close-up pictures of Jupiter and Saturn, then continue into the great expanse of space beyond our solar system. The records on board were meant to survive for a billion years, in the hope that some day, against enormous odds, they might cross paths with an alien civilization.

So how do you decide what to put on the ultimate mix tape of the human experience? What do you do if you have one shot at describing humanity to an unknown life form? That was the charge of Carl Sagan — astronomer, astrophysicist and famed popularizer of science. Of course, Sagan had a lot of help, including the creative director of the project, Ann Druyan.

“It was a chance to tell something of what life on Earth was like to beings of perhaps 1,000 million years from now,” Druyan says. “If that didn’t raise goose bumps, then you’d have to be made out of wood.”

For Druyan, though, the summer of 1977 and the Voyager project carry a deeply personal meaning, too. It was during the Voyager project that she and Sagan fell in love.

After searching endlessly for a piece of Chinese music to put on the record, Druyan had finally found a 2,500-year-old song called “Flowing Stream.” In her excitement, she called Sagan and left a message at his hotel. At that point, Druyan and Sagan had been professional acquaintances and friends, but nothing more. But an hour later, when Sagan called back, something happened. By the end of that call, Druyan and Sagan were engaged to be married.

“We both hung up the phone, and I just screamed out loud,” says Druyan, “It was this great eureka moment. It was like a scientific discovery.” The first of the Voyager project’s two spacecraft launched on Aug. 20, 1977. Druyan and Sagan announced their engagement two days later. They married in 1981, and were together until Sagan’s death in December 1996.

anonymous asked:

hey! you're one of my favorite author and i really love your gyuhao fics esp the lost prince!! but I've been meaning to ask for tips to write?? I've always wanted to try but i don't know where to start.. if you could give some advice, it would be nice!!

First off, THANK YOU!!! <3 <3 <3 Thank you so much for reading and enjoying ;;A;;)/ *throws confetti hearts*

Tips for writing? Hm…I’m not sure I have any helpful advice but imma take a shot at it anyways >__< Here’s kind of my overall route of writing…(warning: i’m long winded .–. like REALLY long-winded)

  1. Have a concept I wanna write
    Since you mentioned the lost prince, let’s just use that as an example haha.
    I love ideas of like the lost prince/princess (Anastasia what?) so I really wanted to do a gyuhao lost prince concept and man, wouldn’t hao be the coolest knight ever???

  2. Have a scene I want to write
    I wanted Minghao and Mingyu to meet during an altercation and Minghao saves Prince Mingyu’s ass. While running away, they end up rolling down a hill and then Minghao knocks his tooth against Mingyu’s pinky and oops! They are now magically bonded as prince and knight!
    (Tbh, the first chapter was originally the only chapter I was going to write, but then…well, ahem, 25 chapters later…)

  3. Why did that scene occur?
    Brief introduction, it doesn’t need to be super detailed, but just basic setting! Since he’s a lost prince, he’s probably…not living in the palace. How about a marketplace? So who’s chasing Mingyu? Hm, ruffians! >:) and I wanna build a little moral uprightness in Mingyu’s character so he was protecting children~

  4. Write it!
    Probably the hardest part ;;A;;)/ words are difficult! But sometimes outlining it and skipping around might help! Fill out what you can and come back to what you can’t!
    If you can’t find the words: think of how other people said it! I do a lot of reading both fanfiction and books and just searching for passages with those subjects (as well as searching through LOL). One time I was trying to think of different ways to describe angel wings so I literally googled “how to describe angel wings” and then kind of formed what I was trying to say that way.
    NEVER BE AFRAID TO GOOGLE STUFF (Wikipedia, yahoo, bing, whatever) because a lot of times, it’s easier if you have a reference (no plagiarizing tho, that’s not cool)

  5. Optional step: Expand!
    So I got gyuhao prince/knight bonded pair! I can either 
    1. Slice of Life: leave it at the specific event (short fic w/o much background or conclusion, very popular in domestic sorts of AUs or…uh PWPs :D a slice of very specific aspects of sex life)
    2. One Shot: resolve the current conflict (ex. they go to the palace and realizing yes they are truly bonded and gyu is a prince, look into each others eyes “I guess we’re in this together huh?” someone blushes and thinks, this…this may not be too bad. the end. one-shot gyuhao prince au) or 
    3. Long fic: develop the entire universe and continue writing LOL (What kind of country are they in? Why is Mingyu a “Lost Prince”? Why is Minghao there? Is there a larger conflict? Where do the other SVT members fit???)

I will admit that I probably think about the storyline for much longer before I start writing, BUT I will always start from one particular scene! If there is no such scene and I have an AU idea, I usually just let it sit until I can think of a very specific scene I wanna write.

If it’s not an original idea but rather an AU of a set universe, I do something similar EXCEPT I usually sort people into their roles beforehand.
Ex. If I were to write a Hogwarts/Harry Potter AU, I would sort all the members into houses and short explanations of how they are

And usually the story kind of comes to me as I give people roles in the AU.


  1. Write what you love
    Let it be the most self-indulgent thing ever because that will make it easier to write and probably easier to motivate yourself to write.

  2. An invested reader’s input is amazing BUT never let it sway what you want to write.
    Believe me, if you let what your readers want dictate what you write, you’re going to feel pressured and put off writing it.

    Especially if you’ve just started fic writing! No pressure friend! You’ll get better at story planning as you plan and write more! The more you write, the better you’ll get at planning them! And if you have to abandon a story ‘cause wtf was I doing? It’s A-OK! I can’t tell you HOW many stories I’ve abandoned over the years LOL *sweats nervously*

  4. Do NOT compare yourself to other writers!
    Some writers have been writing for YEARS (and if you haven’t seen them around, they may have been in other fandoms!), and some writers are language/English MAJORS irl (as in they study words/writing and read A LOT!!!). And of course, there are just some writers who have a way with words and some have these holy shit ideas! Some writers crank out beautiful 30K+ fics and some writers write the most moving <1K fics! AAAH, THE TALENT HOW CAN I EVER PUBLISH MY SHITTY WRITING—and I’m guilty of this all the time!!!
    But you know what? YOU will be that amazing writer to someone out there. Does it take time? Yes. Does it take work? Yes. May you feel discouraged at first? YES. And that leads back to my first general tip: Write what you love…
    …and people will love what you write <3

Good luck!!!

Not sure whether that helped ;;A;;)/ and if you want to talk thro some specific stuff, feel free to DM me!

(And lmk if it would help more if I actually worked through an idea in real time? To kind of show you exactly how I do this? You’d have to put up with me talking tho LOL ‘cause I don’t type as fast as I think but I mean, just lmk)

geregrr  asked:

I'm new to tumblr but know about requests because AO3. I wanted to know if you're doing requests... Because I have a idea for s Young Tom Hiddlestonxreader.

Hi! Thank you for being here too now. :)

I’m not taking one shot requests but you can always submit imagines. So feel free to send your idea ;)



Greenway, Agatha Christie’s house in Devon, England

Featured in Agatha Christie’s Poirot 13x03: “Dead Man’s Folly”

“So, in some strange twist of fate for Poirot and for me, we were to shoot the final sequences of ‘Dead Man’s Folly’ [the last episode they filmed] at Greenway itself in the last days of June 2013, sending Hercule Poirot to Dame Agatha’s own home. It would be the first time that the fictional character of Poirot arrived at the home of his creator.”
- David Suchet, Poirot and Me

The Gates of Bisexuality

I was looking at a gifset earlier, when I had a sudden thought. Now, others have speculated on many of these elements already, but I feel like I need to consolidate them. Take a look at this shot:

In this shot, we clearly see that the special suite Dean has ordered has two areas–a sleeping area and a living area. Now, the doors to the sleeping area (where sometimes things that, bear with me, are not sleeping occur) are saloon doors. In other words, they swing both ways. Also note that they are positioned directly in between two figures–one male, and one female. And Dean is the only person we ever visibly see open both doors (Jack only opens one when he goes to wake Dean)–in this shot, here:

In honor of this lovely design choice, I am officially designating these doors the Gates of Bisexuality. 

On a related note…Dean’s attire seems to match the male figure’s remarkably. They even strike a similar pose in the same shot…

Meanwhile, as Dean is standing on the side with the male figure, take a look at the female figure…

That tan coat…with blue pants…and short, dark hair…with a light (a lamp even) turned on right next to her (in the middle of the day)…why gee, doesn’t that remind you an awful lot of Cas? Cas, who happens to be sitting on the same side of the  room as that female figure?

So we have Cas and Dean paralleled in both appearance and placement to the two figures who frame the Gates of Bisexuality (I’m gonna trademark that, I swear). I wonder…what could it all possibly mean?

No Kissing In Front Of Me *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Originally posted by wlntrfell

Requested by Anon: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something
Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Billy Hargrove x Reader (Mentioned briefly) & Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 
A/N: I couldn’t be bothered to make up a name for the reader to possibly be on a date with. Billy is someone that comes across as a cheating, maybe not taking the relationship with reader seriously, type. - Rosalie

“Why are you even going out with that jackass?” Dustin asked, watching you through the vanity mirror reflection as you got ready for your date. You muttered a soft ‘language’ to your little brother who just scoffed. “You can date anyone, literally, ANYBODY! But you go out, willingly, with Billy Hargrove?”

You sighed gently as you finished with your make up. You had been going out on a few dates with the new guy, well he wasn’t new anymore, he and his sister had been here for a few months. You didn’t really get why Dustin and his party hated him, he was kind of an asshole but so was everyone else in this town. Dustin always said, ‘There are just things that I know that you don’t, I don’t trust him’. You liked he was looking out for you but you’re the older sibling, it should be the other way round.

“Why do you hate him so much? Enough with the bullshit, what happened to make you hate him?” Dustin shrugged, shoulders slumped and eyes cast to his hands as he toyed with your comforter on your bed. “I’m going on that date, Dustin. Whatever you think of him isn’t true, he’s been nothin’ but nice to me. He doesn’t pressure me for anythin’ and he’s really sweet too. Tell me what happened and I won’t go on that date, if you tell me what happened with Billy I’ll call him off.”

Before Dustin can even open his mouth the doorbell chimes, you raise your eyebrows but Dustin sighs. You both stand up, you’re dressed in a pale pink dress with a denim jacket thrown on. Dustin opens the door, revealing Steve Harrington, his babysitter for the night, plus a new founded best friend. It was cute, how both he and Steve had a brotherly bond. They looked out for one another, it made you smile to see Dustin finally have someone to look up to, admire and Steve was someone that you trusted to lead your brother in a good direction.

You smiled as Steve looked at you. “Wow, Y/N, you look… wow.” He compliments, at loss for words and it brings a slight blush upon your cheeks as you roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you both in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much,” You grin waving bye at both of them and walking out of the door.

*Steve’s P.O.V kinda*

Steve stared at the door as it closed softly, watching you leave to go on a date with Billy Hargrove always rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing that someone as kind, sweet and genuinely good was hanging around with the asshole Billy, made Steve feel sick to his stomach. His blood boiled at the thought of it, it left a funny after taste in Steve’s mouth whenever you talked about your dates with Billy.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice pulled Steve from his mind and he looked at the shithead and shrugged his shoulders in response. “Jealousy back again?”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat down, Dustin had got into his pea-sized brain that Steve was jealous. Jealous that Billy got to date you and not him, which was ridiculous. Steve Harrington doesn’t get jealous, he doesn’t even know why he’d be jealous. It’s just you. Dustin’s older sister. Who was sweet, kind and beautiful, who had this thing where if she laughs too hard she hiccups?

“I’m not jealous of Billy Hargrove,” Steve states, turning the TV on and looking at the VHS movies that Dustin had picked to watch tonight. “What do I have to be jealous about?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, sitting down also. “Are you pretending to be dumb or are you actually this stupid all of the time?” That receives a stern glare from Harrington, “I know she’s my sister but I am told constantly that she’s beautiful, plus she has to be somewhat good looking because ” Dustin gestures to his smiling face and Steve tries not to chuckle at that. “It’s okay if you like-like her, better you than Billy.”

Steve puts in the movie and that leaves him to think over what Dustin has said. He glances at Dustin who is consumed by the movie, mouth slightly agape as he fully zoned in on the SyFy movie. Steve had grown accustomed to life with the kids, looking after the little shits was now just second nature to him. You were sort of a package deal, you didn’t know about any of the events with the upside down world but you managed to still be part of their lives. You were sort of an innocence that everyone loved, you knew something has happened but you preferred to not know.

It’s for the better that way. Steve liked that you weren’t carrying any of the weight, that you managed to still be a supportive person but in a way that was different for everyone. It was hard to keep that life away from you, it’s partly why he hates you are dating Billy. If you knew what had happened, you wouldn’t be dating him but he had made a promise. To the boys, to Eleven, to Hopper and Joyce to not tell.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I dated Y/N?” Steve asked, eyes trained on the TV. “I know she’s dating Billy but if that didn’t work out-”

“Steve, you have my permission to date my sister. No kissing in front of me, that’s all I ask.” Steve smiles slightly and both go back to watching the movie, halfway in when the front door crashes open. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Dustin yells, turning his head to see his sister standing in the doorway, he holds his hand over his heart.

It takes both boys a few seconds to realise you’re crying. Eyes red, small sobs escaping your lips and you throw your purse to the floor and pull off your shoes, running past them towards your room ignoring their yells of your name. Steve looks at Dustin who is just as shocked as he is by your outburst.

“You don’t think Billy…” Dustin trails off, instantly Steve is to his feet and Dustin follows him down the short hall to your door where Steve knocks on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in!” Dustin yells, knowing you never lock your door anyway.

Steve opens the door silently and both peak in. Your laying on your bed, hair a mess of curls and crying into a pillow. Dustin walks passed Steve, sitting down beside your head and petting your hair softly, trying to comfort you silently. Steve awkwardly sits down, placing a hand on the small of your back and rubbing comforting circles. They wait till your sobs had quieted down, listening to cry was one of the worst things Steve has endured. Yeah, he’s had to fight demogorgons but this was another level.

“Y/N, what happened?” Steve asked and you lifted your head, hair sticking your tear stained cheeks that are red and blotchy. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, anger swept through them but also sadness. “Did Billy… do something… like-”

“No.” You shake your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “He turned up with another girl, with Stacy. He’s been seeing her behind my back, cause I wasn’t putting out.” Dustin’s face flashed with anger. “I’m such a stupid shit head!” You groaned, accepting the hug from your little brother and Steve scoffed, causing both Henderson siblings to look at him.

Steve shakes his head. “Billy is the shithead. You deserve better than him, got it? A guy like that isn’t worth your tears, you’re too good for him. If he can’t keep it in his pants that’s his fault, not yours.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, who crossed his arms and glared at the wall opposite him. “I should punch him in the face again for doing that to you.”

“Again?” You asked slightly amused that he had even punched Billy for the first time. Dustin looks wide-eyed at Steve who does the same, you sighed. “Need to know, right?” They nod and smiled slightly. “Thank you, both of you for being here. I think I’m going to call it a night.” They nod, Dustin gets up and leaves the room first but Steve hesitates, making you look at him slightly confused.

He shuffles slightly nervously. “Y/N… have a good sleep.” Steve sighs before leaving your room, kicking himself for not saying anything to you about his true feelings.


It had been almost a week since that godawful date with Billy. You tried to keep yourself occupied, extra schoolwork and hanging out with Nancy. The humiliation of that day was what hurt you the most, Billy had let you believe the date was still on, he didn’t cancel or say anything about what was happening with Stacy. He let you walk in, alone and see him with another girl like he planned it or something.

Walking down the street towards your house you hear arguing. Well, more of bickering between two people. You glance up to see Steve and Dustin in the driveway of your home, Dustin was meant to be at Mike’s studying and Steve, well he was meant to be off being Steve somewhere else- having a day off from being the kid’s mom. You frown as you walk closer, Steve is holding roses and Dustin has his radio headset on, seemingly talking over it whilst simultaneously walking to Steve.

“What’s going on?” You asked walking closer, Dustin jumps slightly and turns to you with a nervous smile. “I thought you were going to Mike’s tonight?” You asked with a slight frown at his reaction.

It’s a solid minute before anyone speaks up. “I’m helping Steve… he’s got a date.” You nod slowly and glance at Steve, who is nervously stood holding the roses and smiling awkwardly. A pang of something shoots through your chest, whoever he was taking on a date was a lucky girl.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, “Well, have fun and don’t take all of my brother’s advice.” You try to chuckle and smile but it sounds forced, you go to walk around them and inside the house, to cry to your mother but you’re stopped by someone tugging on your wrist.

You frown up at Steve. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” You nod and turn back towards Steve, waiting for whatever he needs to say, he stares at you for a moment. “Fuck it!”

Before you can process what is happening his lips are on yours, his hands holding your shoulders and the roses fall to the floor beside your feet. You instantly respond, melting into the kiss that’s unlike anything you’ve ever had. You feel Steve smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours rest against his neck.

“GROSS!” You pull apart and look at Dustin, who is horrified. “I said no kissing in front of me, that was the only rule. You asshole.” he picks up his bike, muttering curse words and names at Steve, “one fucking rule, can even follow that. I do everything to help this guy, this is how he repays me.”

Steve purses his lips and holds back the chuckle. “Thank you, shithead,” Steve calls, Dustin turns and flips him off before riding off down the street to Mikes. “It was worth breaking that one rule.” Steve shrugged at you, you chuckled lightly nudging him, he bends down and picks up the roses again. “Prepare to go on the best date of your life.” He challenges, pulling you by your hand towards his car.

“Is this the first time you’ve hung out with someone your own age in a while?” You smirk as Steve blinks at you, mock offence. “How will they survive without you?”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening your door before walking around to his side and starting the engine to the car. It’s silent as he begins to drive off towards your date destination, “I do need to stop in to make sure they all get home okay.” He mutters causing you to chuckle at him, he sighs and chuckles along with you.

(Decided to end it funny. Hopefully, whoever requested this likes it. I had fun writing it, I like the whole Dustin’s sister thing, I like writing the reader as one of the kids sibling. - Rosalie)


Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 6k


He lays there, blanket pulled to his torso, eyes shut, he looks like the rest of them, and she feels her heart ache. She can’t help but notice how young he is, he can’t be any older than twenty-six, and here he lays with no one around him.

“Hi there,” Y/N whispers, bending down to height of his ear, “I’m your nurse Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to take care of you. Make sure you stay healthy for when you wake up, make sure you don’t get any bed sores yeah? I’ll keep you company, keep you updated on what’s happening in the world, tell you some funny jokes, I’ll even let you in on the latest company gossip, but you gotta do me a favor,” she whispers, placing her hand on top of his. It’s a cold hand, rough, and she knows it’s supposed to feel that way, but it maker her heart ache even more. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, “you have to pull through this and live, yeah? Because when you wake up, it’s going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself, yeah?”

She opens her eyes and sighs.“It’s late now, one a.m., but I’ll be back later to check in on you,” she gently brushes the hair out of his face and stands, “we’ve got a deal. You can’t fail me.”


Y/N is Harry’s beautiful nurse who he can’t stop thinking about, to the point that he’s willing to give up his old memories and life to make a new one with her.

“Good morning!” Y/N sings.

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kizuran  asked:

Hi! Since you happen to know a lot of Shinson Dadzawa fics, and I'm currently very sad since Flourish hasn't updated for quite a while, can you recommend some fics for me? I've read I Would Understand and Thanks Dad, so... maybe other than those :) Thanks a lot!

Since I’m very dedicated to my two favourite boys, I’ll just make a full list of all the Dadzawa and Shinson fics/One-shots I’ve read. 

Parenting 101 (x)

Control freak (x)

Unlikely heroes (x)

Lofty aspiration (x)

Thanks dad (x)

I would understand (x)

By your side (x)

Whatever it takes (x)

Purple son acquired (x)

What I long to be (x)

Inevitable (x)

How shinsou hitoshi became the greatest hero ever ( or something ) (x)

Have a nice reading!

I might have missed some of them so don’t hesitate to add more!

Criminal (m)| one-shot

Originally posted by nnochu

Pairing| Jungkook x Reader

Genre| Smut

Word Count| 5,168

Summary| As a rogue werewolf, you know the dangers of trespassing on a pack’s territory, but you don’t really have a choice.

A/N| Here is the better-edited reupload of Criminal! Hope you all enjoy~

You hadn't planned on getting caught. You had hoped for the exact opposite, actually.

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As long as he’s alive, a picture of you is a picture of Kai. You’re tied to him. You’ll always be seen as his victim. Well, we just have to expand people’s imaginations. This debate with senator Jackson, this is your chance. He’s gonna come at ya hard. This is your only shot for the public to see you take that motherfucker down. Then we better give them a show.


Request ⇾ Being steves younger sister and going to him for boy advice, even though he’s a bit weirded out? (I just finished season 2 AND MY BOY STEVE IS SUCH A MOM)

Warnings ⇾ none at all, just fluff!

A/N ⇾ this was so cute and fun to write!

[PART 2]


Steve lay on his bed, with the Talking Heads playing quietly in the background. He lay staring at the posters on his ceiling and smiled at each memory they gave him. He was only disrupted from his haze when he heard his younger sister, Y/N, knocking on his bedroom door. Three knocks. Pause. Two knocks. Pause. One knock. It was something they did before entering the others room so they’d know it wasn’t either of their parents. The two shared quite a bond and Y/N usually told Steve everything, recently however, she had been more quite than usual. Steve presumed it was just her age, 13, and not that they had, somehow, lost their bond.

“Yeah, come on in Y/N!” He said as he pushed his slender body up and propped himself with a pillow.

Y/N timidly entered the room, keeping her head down as if she was sulking. She was quiet, not in the comfortable quiet they sometimes shared, it was an awkward and unnerving type of quiet. Steve had never really seen Y/N this way, so something must have been up.

“You okay? Take a seat.” Steve patted his bed and crossed his legs so his younger sister could take a seat.

“I, I need to ask you something.” Y/N said, darting her eyes up for a split second to gage Steve’s reaction.

“Yeah, anything. You know that, Y/N.”

She nodded and sent a small smile up to her brother, who was nervously waiting her response.

“You just can’t laugh. Or tell mom and dad, it stays between us.” She said while extending her pinky out.

“Oh of course, I promise.”

He entwined his little finger with hers and they shook together.

“Okay, so there is this boy I like and I’m not sure how to tell if he likes me back. Or how I should tell him I like him, will I scare him off if I just ask?”

Steve’s jaw dropped, he had never expected in a million years that his baby sister would be coming to him for advice on boys. He hadn’t even had the experience either and had no clue how to handle this without upsetting or potentially ruining it for her.

His hand ran to his temple and he rubbed it, he tried to make it look nonchalant but the free hand that shot up in a fist to his mouth made it noticeable that he was having a hard time with her question.

“W-well–” he cut himself off with a huge sigh before inhaling rather loudly.

Over the next minute his face contorted from looking confused, to looking surprised, back to looking confused and, finally, to taking a big deep breath.

“Well. Y/N, you’re amazing and if he doesn’t see that, then that’s his loss. You should just tell him, I know he’ll like you back.”

Y/N’s face lit up at her brothers kind reaction and embraced him in a loving and appreciative hug.

“Who is it?” He asked, “by the way.” He added when he noticed her body language change.

“Uhm, does it matter?”

“Well, just give me a hint. Go on.”

“I’m friends with him, he’s also friends with you.”

With that, Y/N walked out of the room in large happy strides. Steve, on the other hand, had to take a seat at the thought of who his sisters crush was.

Oh no, oh god no.


The Ultimate T-Bag

Ok here’s some context first. I have two players ,one of which plays a Shade Assassin and the other plays a Half-Griffin Barbarian. These games are really home-brew oriented with me as a DM. The shade is attempting to kill a dirty politician, and the barbarian is so gullible that he’s convinced to join the Assassin. They meet an enemy assassin and end up getting his health points down really low.

Shade: I take my last shot with a lightning arrow. (Rolls Nat 20)

Me: How would you like to do this?

Shade: Give me a sec, I’m trying to figure out how to do something. Is there any rope nearby?

Me (curious): Sure… there’s some rope to the left of you.

Shade: I tie the rope around my waist and then to the arrow. My weight is only 13 pounds so this should work.

Half-Griffin: I’m… I’m so confused…

Shade: I then shoot the arrow and hit him with the arrow and my pelvic area.

Me, laughing so loudly that there are stares: You know what… Fine. You fly across the air, the lightning luckily not touching you. The arrow embeds into him and you them slam it all the way through, killing him.

Half-Griffin: I think bards will sing of this tale through the ages.

The Inevitability of Our Story

Request: I was listening to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis himself and I couldn’t help but think about Newt while listening to it idk its such a Newt song and then i thought of you and well, it sounds like a possible fic idea ;) ;) I know you have so many requests but i just wanted to put this out there, also to tell you that these kinds of songs remind me of Newt and then you and your amazing stories. Anyway, have a good day!

Word Count: 3,979

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @dont-give-a-bother but also tagging @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction

                                                  I. For

Newt’s quill scratches against the parchment and he mumbles words under his breath, reading over his manuscript. Thunder outside rumbles, raindrops thump against the glass panes, and you plod over to Newt, dropping into the open spot next to him. He hardly notices as your forearm brushes his lightly, or the way you hum softly before tapping the back of his hand.


“Yes?” He mumbles, eyes still scanning over his messy handwriting.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” The word is distracted, his attention only half on you. This manuscript is important. He’s almost finished editing his chapter on bowtruckles and other leafy beasts; best friend or not, he doesn’t want to pause his work until he gets through the last page of it.

“Why do mooncalves only emerge during full moons?”

He doesn’t look up from the parchment. “They have an affinity for it.”

“But why?” You question, resting your chin in one hand as you play with the leaf of a potted plant sitting on the table.

Newt glances up at you, wary. “You really want to know?”

You nod, lips puckered in confusion as the leaf turns a shade of blue.

His heart twists, chest warming as he sets down his quill, and Newt shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden change of his heart’s rhythm. “It’s only a theory right now.”

You meet his eyes and smile. “That’s all right. I’d still like to hear what you think.”

Newt tries to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Could it wait a couple of minutes? I’ve almost finished here.”

“I’ll wait.” You say it with another smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.

Though he was unaware of it, Newt has been on the precipice of falling for quite some time. Only a lack of free time had prevented him from considering this, considering asking you on a date. It would really only take a gesture, a small nudge, to knock him off that cliff, to convince him to ask you out.

Your soft squeeze of his arm is that nudge.

He lifts his quill again, throat dry, fully prepared to edit more, but Newt can’t tear his eyes away from the gentle slope of your nose or the way you narrow your eyes at the color-changing leaf.

Three pages of the chapter still need to be edited, but Newt flips the notebook shut, taking a deep breath, praying the strange feeling will disappear after a good night’s rest. “The moon’s a signal to them.”

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