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(Newt Scamander x Reader) Back Massages [SMUT Alternate Route]

Title : Back Massages

Request : Yes? Maybe?

Smut : Yes

Word count : 3,646 (bear with me lmao)

Warnings : heavy make out sessions, sex, handjob, attempts of strip dancing

A/N : As promised, the alternate route, with smut :)) I hope you enjoy it as much as the first, if there are grammatical, vocab, or other sorts of mistake, please point it out so I can fix. Building critiques and messages are highly appreciated, please tell me what you think and what should I write next? Anyways, enjoy!

The original story : ———————————-

“Newt, get off, this is important!” I said, pushing him off my laptop.

“But this is fascinating! This device doesn’t have any magic on it but it can project images of the beasts! What are they called?”

“Well.. this is Geographic Information System. It can project images from far away from the satellite so you can study thr object without being close to them”

“Is it because muggles can’t use magic?”

“Yes Newt, we can’t use magic to teleport ourselves,” you said as you watch him amused, as his eyes fixed on the screen.

Tomorrow is the fourth day of your final exam, it’s 11PM, and you’ve been studying until Newt decided to pay you a visit. He was going to tell you about some new beast he discovered but the subject was long abandoned when you accidentally opened a site where it shows live stream of wild animals.

He said he had never seen those “beasts” before and he wanted yo study it. The “beasts” he refers to are actually Australian Golden Kangaroo from Papua. “Why have I not seen them before? They are ordinary animals, are they? But they look so unique! Unlike any other animal back in England!” he exclaimed. 

You chuckle as you see him still examining the creature in awe, his cute features getting ahead of you.

See, you’ve met Newt a year ago, when you stumbled into him in a Sumatran forest, travelling by yourself with the purpose of photographing wild animals.

You were taking a picture of a Sumatran tiger on a tree when he appeared out of nowhere and decided to approach the creature.

You screamed at him to run. He didn’t.

On instinct, you jumped off the tree and ran to him. But to your surprise, the tiger was curled up against him as he scratched its ears.


Anyway. Back to the moment.

“[Name]? Are you alright? You seem to be in a daze there,” he asked.

“I’m fine, I was just remembering something,” you smiled, assuring him you’re okay.

“Humm alright then. By the way, did you say this was important?“ 

“Yup. It’s a part of my final exam,”

“Merlin’s beard! I’m so, so sorry. I got carried away… I’ll leave you to it, [Name], I am terribly sorry,”

His face shifted to guilt and he takes out his wand, ready to teleport out of your room.

“Newt wait! It’s okay!”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re not bothering me, it’s okay. In fact, perhaps you can help me with some of them?”

“Does the subject you are studying also includes a study on beasts?” he asked, delighted with curiosity.

“Umm.. Yeah! I’ll take out my book. Hold on.”

You lied. The subject you are studying does not include a study on beasts. It’s Geography. A study on earth.

You take out one of those animals encyclopedia you keep for yourself and hand it to him.

“Interesting,” he said.

He opens the book and you can see a smile begin to form on his face.

“[Name]! This is just like my book! They are describing beasts of the muggle world!” “Yup, do you want to borrow it? I still have lots of them,” you replied, holding back an urge to pinch those rosy cheeks. “May I? Oh, yes please! I’d love to study new beasts of the muggle world!”

Without realizing it, you ruffle his fluffy hair, and he looks up at you, surprised. And as soon as those green orbs meet yours, you pull back your hand.

“Oh my God, Newt, I’m so sorry. It was so rude, I didnt kno-”

“[Name],” he cuts you.


He then stands up, towering over you, and takes one step towards you. Your smaller figure backs up and you stumbled and sit on your chair as his eyes never leaves yours.

‘What the fuck is this, Slytherin Newt?!’ you screamed in your mind.

Newt rarely looks at you in the eye unless it’s something important or something he’s passionate about. With blood pumping in your veins, you can feel your face getting redder and redder like a tomato.

He suddenly kneels in front of you and say, 

“If you want to ruffle it, it’s fine! Some beasts consider it very soft, so I understand!”

Aaaand back to Hufflepuff Newt. What did you expect? Him to kiss you?? The last thing he kisses will be Douglas. Not you. You bet on the stars his love for his beasts is bigger than anything else.

“Ah, okay Newt, thanks,” you sighed, a bit disappointed but still take on his offer.

Your hand goes back to his head, ruffling and petting the light brown hair. And man, it is soft. No wonder even those beasts of his are fond on his head. ‘I bet I can do things with it too,’ you said in your mind.

You decided to test the water and tug on his hair a little bit. 

He freezes. But you keep petting, with a little pull and tug in between, not realizing his reaction.

You tangle your fingers between the hair, again, tugging harder. This is like a little game to you, pulling here and there, making sure you don’t leave any hair unpulled/untugged.

Then, you hear it.

“Ah… [Name]…” moaned Newt.

You immediately pull your hand to your chest, not expecting that kind of reaction or that kind of sound from him. 

Newt has never been the typical person that depicts pure, untainted, kindness. And the moan that he just did, was not pure at all.

Well, it is pure…

Purely sexy.

He looks up to you, face flushed pink, with beads of sweat on his forehead. As he covers his face with his hand, he silently asks,

“P-Please don’t do that… I… I am extremely sensitive to hair pulling… Especially when it’s done by an opposite sex…”

He looks so adorable right now that you can just pounce on him like a cat on heat. But you wouldn’t do that.

Or would you?

“Oh, I’m so sorry Newt… I thought it might be nice, you know, like, my mom used to do that to me, gently pulling the roots, as a form of massage…?”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of it…”

The atmosphere in the room feels like it’s sucking you in. You can even smell the awkwardness in the room. 
He just stated that hair pulling turns him on, and it’s only you and him in your room. 

Hoo boy.

You decided to ignore the situation you are in, and continue your study. “Newt, um… I’ll continue studying, and… if you’d like, you can read my books there,” you said.

“Oh, alright, thank you [Name].”


You try to focus on your study, trying to get your eyes and mind fixed on the screen and the book in front of you, but all you can think of was the moan he made. It’s like a broken record, playing itself over and over in your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Newt reading your books, his eyes following every sentence and scanning each animal on the pages. He really is a passionate man about animals and beasts. And that’s what you love about him.

A deafening screeching sound suddenly emanates from your laptop, and you lower the volume. Apparently, the Geographic Information System has caught sightings of a mating dance of a male bowerbird courting the female one. You sigh at the coincidence and lower the laptop screen.

As the screeching continues, Newt recognizes the sound and snaps his head towards the laptop’s screen and then scrambles on his feet towards you. He carefully open the “muggle device” and look at the bird with fascination.

“What sort of bird is this? Those vibrant colors surely are mesmerizing!”

“Um, it’s a bowerbird, a native bird of the Papua New Guinea, considered rare and endangered. Why, do you like it?”

“Yes, yes, very much so! I actually learned how to perform the Erumpent’s mating dance from various beasts, such as this bird! But only little parts of it,” he smiled brightly.

“Oh? How about human mating dance?” you tease him.

He glances at you for a moment before casting his eyes down, then up, and say, “I- I can show you if you want…?”

Your eyes widen and you swallow your spit.

“Entertain me, Mr.Scamander.”


What you have expected as a human mating call was apparently strip dancing. He said that a girl he met couple months ago in some bar in England taught him how to do that. The thought made you boil with jealousy, but it subsides as he adds that the girl slapped him in the face for not being ‘turned on’.

“Perhaps she figured I had a light bulb with me, or something to turn on. Isn’t it [Name]?”

You thank heavens for this man’s innocence.

“Yeah Newt, probably,” you laugh.

Your laughter stops when he takes off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and brown vest which shapes his body nicely. You drink the sight before you. He then ruffles his hair, making it slightly messy, but not decreasing his appeal.

“Now [Name], before I start… I warn you that this might not be as good as my beasts’ mating dance… Since an opposite sex showed me theirs and I don’t know how to do the male ones, and–“

“Newt,” you cut him.


“You’ll do fine, just start already!”

“Alright, alright.”

He snaps his finger and Earned It by The Weekend starts playing out of nowhere. The lighting in your room is also reduced to a pink, soft glow.

“Didn’t know you like this kind of music, Newt,” you say.

He puts a finger on your lip, which indicates you to be quiet. You lick your lips at his actions. This is not the Newt you know at all.

Newt starts his ‘mating dance’ with unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing his toned chest. His right hand very slowly travels to his neck, while the other, down to his stomach, then his crotch. He then moves his body, following every beat without missing any of it. Once in a while taking a step, making his way towards you.

You glance at his crotch, face bright red when you see his manhood rising slowly beneath the tight fabric. His hands never stop moving, from the neck, to his hair, then to his face. All he does while his eyes are fixed on you.

You can feel the burn under his gaze, slowly melting away on your wheelie chair. He then turns around, so his back and his ass are facing you. Again, he unbuttons his vest, all the way down, and taking it off. He throws the vest to his right, then with an agonizing pace, he hugs himself and then squat on the floor.

‘Holy fuck, holy fuck,’ you thought, never expecting this to happen. Both of your palms are sweaty, and you can feel sweat trickling down your back.

He then turns towards you, still on the floor, then crawls on all four to you.

Once he reaches you, he touches your knee and you tense up at his touch. His burning touch. He smiles and mouths, ‘Relax.’

You close your eyes, too embarrassed to see him, and imagine something else.

But before you know it, he then sits on your lap with a bounce.

A whimper escapes your mouth at the contact. His eyes show a glint of worry, afraid if he is too heavy for your smaller figure. But you just nod for him to continue.

He takes both of your hand in his, guiding them to his shirt, which clung to his shoulder.

“P-Please undress me,” he says.

The music fades from your ear and is replaced by the hammering drums of your heartbeat. Shakily, your hands slide his shirt off his shoulder, exposing the cool skin to your skin, brushing against them eventually.

You look down your lap – his thighs – in the whole process, unable to face him in your position. He is your best friend, well, crush, and what will happen after this is over? For him, it might be the same, but you. You can never look at him the same way again.

When the shirt reaches his wrists, you help Newt to take it off him. His breath softens as he leans down to your ear. He then whispers, “I-I’m sorry for this [Name],” before kissing you on the lips. He seems hesitant at first, afraid of your response of his actions. But when you kiss him back, he slowly loses control.

Your hand instinctively goes to his face, cupping him, and deepening the kiss. He does the same, still gentle with a little tenseness between the kisses.

Breathless, your right hand goes to his hair while the other one still cupping his cheek. You do what you did before, but with a little more strength. And with that, he cries out your name, and bites your neck, trying to suppress the sounds he is making.

“You like it, don’t you Newt?”


You pull his hair again, this time exposing his neck. Licking your lips, you kiss the skin of his neck, looking for a spot that makes him whimper the most. You can feel the bulge in his pants growing even more.

“Newt…” you moaned.


“Do you really want this…?”

“[Name]… I-I want you…”

“How much do you want me? Do you think you’re enough?”

"I want you so much… I want all of you… But I-I’m so scared I’ll never be enough and I-I’m not good enough, and- and I-“ he can’t seem to be able to finish his sentence before you feel your left hand getting wet, wet from his tears.

“Oh no, Newt, please don’t cry… I’m so sorry I asked that… It was very stupid of me”

Despite your efforts of trying to calm him down, he can’t stop the tears from flowing down. Those emotions he has been hiding pours out of his head when you kiss him. He never thought that someone would like him back. All those years of rejection…

Newt then feels your hands around him, hugging him tightly. His breath hitches on his throat.

“Newt. You are enough. You have always been and you will always be,” you say.

“B-But those people…”

“Who cares what those people say? You are Newt Scamander and you are perfect. I would never think that you are never good enough for me because you. Are. Enough,”


“I’ve never told anyone this before…  Except maybe Queenie who can read my mind, but I love you. I love you so much. And I would trade anything in the world just to be yours, and you to be mine,”

The looks on his face writes dumbfounded, by your confession. Your face is visibly red and warm, even in the pink, soft glow. You decided to kiss his forehead, but before you do, he lifts his face so his lips meet yours again.

“And I, you, my love”

As you kiss him, you can feel his hands going up and down your sides, to your shoulder, then your arm, feeling every inch of you.

“This-This situation reminded me of a beast…” he said.


“Where the female is the dominant one. And the male is the submissive one,”

“Are you saying that we are like those beasts?” you ask.


“Or are you saying that you want me to be dominant?” you add.

“May- No! No, no. I- I want to try to be dominant… For once… Is that okay?”

“Of course Newt. Let’s get up first, my thighs are getting sore,”

“Ah! Right, right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

Newt stands up and your thighs relax. Standing next to him, you stretch your legs then plop down your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to your personal space.

He obliges and sits next to you, the bed sinking down on his weight. You cup his cheek, wanting another kiss. But he stops you.

You raise your right eyebrow in confusion. “C-Can I dominate you…?”

A smile begins to form on your face as you take off your t-shirt, leaving you in a bra and a pair of shorts.

“Please do, Mr.Scamander.”


He lies on top of you as his hands touch the skin on your body, feeling every part of you. Newt’s expression shows adoration, love, curiosity, and a hint of lust. In return, you also want to feel him. Your hands roam the bare, toned torso of his, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.


“Yes, Newt?”

“This, this is actually my first time…”

He blushes then looks away, completely ashamed.

“Newt,” you say, tilting his head to face you. “It’s my first time too. And… I trust you.”

“I-I trust you too, [Name]”

He begins by trying to unclasp your bra with both hands, and seem to have a little difficulty. You smile and help him. In one swift motion, the bra is tossed aside, and your nipple hardens as it hits the cold air.

“May I..?”

You nod. His hands gently play with your breasts, occasionally fiddling the nipple. He also gives it an experimental lick and suck between every touch. You moan and sigh at each touch, every one of them leaving you wanting more.

As he plays with your breasts, your hands sneakily go down to his crotch, zipping down the fly and pulling down his boxer, releasing his hard manhood. Your right hand wrap itself around the shaft, while your left go his tip, which is leaking with precum.

Your hand begin to work its magic, the right pumping up and down, and the other rubbing the tip, making a circling motion. He moans onto your breasts, the vibration sending chills down your spine. This goes on for a minute until you decided to pick up the pace.

As you pump his cock faster, he also sucks on your nipples harder, each one of them getting the same attention he’s giving.

Soon enough, he comes onto your hands. You bring your hands to your face, and you lick them clean. Newt blushes at the sight as he rests his head on top of your chest.


“Newt? Is everything okay?”

“I’m so lucky…”

You were about to ask him what he meant until he position himself at your entrance. Before he enters you though, you swiftly reach to your bedside and pull out a condom, unwrapping it and placing it on his cock.

It tenses back when you touch it, and you know he is ready for what’s about to come. No pun intended.

“If this hurts… Tell me to stop, [Name]. I don’t want to hurt you,”

He slowly slides himself inside of you, his cock stretching you slowly, painfully. You cringe and whimper at the burning sensation, and you cling onto his shoulder for your dear life. He stops moving when your nails dig into his skin, worry flashes in his green eyes.

“I’m okay Newt, ah.. Give me some time to adjust..”

You try to move your hip so his cock goes deeper. Newt understands, and he slowly sinks himself fully inside of you.

As the burning sensation subsides, you begin to feel pleasure. The feeling of being full, it makes you go crazy. And you want more of him.

“Newt, you can move now,”

He starts thrusting in an out of you with a slow pace, still testing the waters. He wants to make sure that you are in your most comfortable position. With each thrust, his moan gets louder. And with each thrust, he picks up the pace.

You don’t know what to feel anymore. The sensation in your abdomen or the spinning in your head. Everything happen all at once, and you can’t contain it anymore. You beg for him to go faster, harder, and he does with every thrust.

Symphony of your love making fills the air, both voices complementing each other. Him calling your name, you moaning his name, him grunting and you whimpering at every thrust. You reach your peak when he hits that spot inside of you that builds up your release. You brace yourself on his shoulder, while kissing him before it happens.

“I love you [Name]… Ah… So much…”

“I love you too Newt…”

He comes first into the condom, you second after he finishes. It’s the most amazing thing to ever happen in your life, and even now, you’re still seeing stars. Your body feels like a jelly too. Both of your panting is the only sound you hear for a minute, until he breaks the silence and asks,

“So… How was it?”

“Really Newt?”

“Um… Am I not supposed to ask that…?”

“You did great Newt, I love every second of it,”

“Oh thank heavens, I thought you weren’t enjoying it as much as I did,”

“Trust me, I really did. And now, thanks to you, I don’t think I can concentrate on the test tomorrow”

He gives you a guilty toothy smile, and mutters a series of sorry to you.

“It’s alright baby, I’m sure I’ll nail that nest,”

“Are you really sure?”

“I am,”

“A hundred percent?”

“A hundred percent sure. Now come here and let’s sleep. I feel very tired,”

He scoots down next to you, pulling the cover over your and his naked body. You curl up next to him, and he wraps his arm around you.


“Yes, love?”

“Please don’t leave me,”

“That’s my line, sweetheart. Now, let us sleep,”

“Goodnight Mr.Scamander,” you smile.

“Goodnight too Ms.[Last Name].”

The last thing you feel before falling asleep was his lips on your forehead.


important background action there

CONCEPT: North’s wife sees Jack and she’s like “what the hell? why is this boy bare foot? who the hell are you? when was the last time you brushed your hair? you’re wasting away, what have you been eating? you’re freezing cold, where are you even sleeping!?” and Jack is like “uh, in trees” and she goes into Mama Bear mode and starts shouting at North for letting Jack be homeless and not telling her about him and she storms off and no one sees her for the rest of the day. And she comes back with a knit sweater and pants and shoes for Jack and a thermos full of soup and she makes Jack sleep in the Pole and every time he’s about to leave, she makes him put on a hat and scarf and mittens because he might be Jack Frost but dammit, he can still catch cold and Jack won’t admit it, but he likes it and his sweater has a giant snowflake knit on the front of it and the sleeves are long enough that he does the little arm slap thing to piss Bunny off. And Jack is secretly happy that he has someone that so openly cares about him.

my honest to god favorite thing about trc is the fact that Ronan Gansey and Noah live together. by themselves. that means they have to go grocery shopping for themselves, and that means that at some point in the canon universe, Ronan Lynch has had to stand around debating to himself what brand of macaroni and cheese to get, only to be interrupted by Noah, and inevitably Gansey, and the three of them are standing there taking up a whole aisle bickering over fucking mac n cheese. like Noah you can’t even eat food what do u care and Gansey stop telling Ronan the nutritional value of this shit he knows good and well he’s gonna be dead by thirty stop reminding him. and all the while innocent shoppers are holding witness to a tattooed, shaved-headed, raven-bearing boy, along with the king of Virginia son-of-future-Mrs President himself, along with this weird boy who keeps seeming to drift in and out of sight despite never moving????

these poor souls attract the utmost attention w/o even trying like how in the world Blue Sargent managed to go her whole life not knowing these boys existed is beyond me smh

Rhysand as an older brother

So we all know that Rhysand had a little sister before the absolute toolest-to-tool got in the way but just imagine what Rhysand would have been like as an older brother:

-He’d still be the annoying, over-bearing, over-protective, over-everything (come on, don’t tell me Rhys’ personality doesn’t thrive on being extra to everyone)

-But when she wasn’t around, he’d melt like butter every time she was mentioned (”Would do anything to protect you my smol bean” “…What did you just call me, Rhys??”)

-Please don’t even think about bullying her because not only would Rhys make you suffer, but so would best-friend/cousin Morrigan, holy-shit-terrifying-older-sister Amren, yes-you’re-my-favourite-older-brother Cassian, and the-chillest-and-illest Azriel.

-Period. Just. Don’t.

-Cheekiest older brother to cheeky (if you tell me Rhysand wouldn’t tease her about crying about crying over a dog picture, (and then crying in his room after she showed him the picture of the most floofiest, smollest, cutest to ever cute dog he’d ever seen) then you lyin’)

-Point to an ugly bat contest

-Like legit, they’d point to an unattractive bat picture

-“Dat u” 

-Like he’d be an ass, but you know it’s not Rhysand if he ain’t one of the best older brothers

-They would have a very, very close relationship

-I mean, she would take time to comfort him every time Rhys was stressed about becoming a High Lord and Rhys would in turn devote his life to having his little sister safe at his side

-Because being the High Lord of the Night Court would mean a target on his, and everyone he loves’ back 24/7

-But Rhys never tells that to his little sister

-That the thing he’s most afraid of is failing to protect her just because he was the heir to the throne (don’t even get me started on how guilty he felt when he heard that she died at the Spring Courts’ hands)

-Don’t even get me started if she started dating

-Like Rhys would have the address, number of living relatives, and the freaking social security number of their entire family in 2 seconds flat (”What?? Me?? Abusing my position as High Lord to find out who breathes where in my territory?? Noooooooo”)

-Just imagine family life within the Inner Circle and Rhysand’s little sister

*goes off to cry because the feels decked me like a patio on steriods*

*imagines her with the Inner Circle.* *cries even more*

*imagines her watching Rhys suffer Under the Mountain and meeting Feyre* *decks myself*

YES ME TOO I’m such a crybaby I saw a picture of a cat that looked so sad and cried for so long why am i like this :’)

V+Saeran under the cut!


- he feels so bad whenever you cry instantly will convert to Mother Mode ™

- who hurt you mc

- he doesn’t make fun of you for it he’s not a douche

- he’ll comfort you with a huge bear hug and snuggles no matter what you’re crying about

- even if it’s a pencil that pencil doesn’t deserve your tears


- Elizabeth the 3rd fell asleep on your lap and you just starting bawling your eyes out because she was so precious n she accepted you and Jumin is like holy shit

- he loves her too but got dam

- people don’t usually cry in front of him so he doesn’t really know what to do but he’ll give you a little pat pat and tell you that you’re okay

- “yes yes mc she’s beautiful, i know i love her too”


- he is too though so you guys cry about everything together

- he started crying because he was thinking about snakes and how they don’t have legs :))

- it’s just so sad they can’t experience running

- he’ll hold you and cry about things with you he’s an emotional boyo who is allowed to shed tears and accepts you tears and all


- he thinks he did something wrong when you cried the first time but you just told him it happens all the time so he’s like oh ok

- he’s so nice about it if you cry he will get Angery

- you crying about a pencil? he will fight that pencil

- hit your head on the cabinet? cabinet fight

- WILL kiss your tears away and tell you everything’s okay

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I’m Yours

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have strong feelings for Bucky, but you’re afraid they could ruin your friendship with him, Bucky on the other hand, feels differently.

Word Count: 2,079

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, sexual content

A/N: This isn’t 100% smut, but it’s enough for you to know what happens. This is my first fic like this, so please be gentle and bear with me. I’m slowly making my way towards it actually going all the way. (I hope that made sense) Anywho, enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love getting feedback! :)

Originally posted by painfulblisss

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“So (Y/N), when are you going to tell him?”

You groaned, you’ve been asked that multiple times over the past few weeks. They were always a variation of that question, didn’t matter how many times they were said, you literally heard them all.

“That’s the thing Nat, I can’t!” You huffed, “It’s too soon anyways.”

You were helping Nat put away everything after training with her all morning. You had to train earlier than usual that morning because Sam and Steve were going to be training the new recruits later on in the day. So they needed the space.

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Got7 when you start crying during a fight

Hey there, IGOT7 <3


Euhm, Youngjae making you cry? Not really, but let’s just pretend there was a misunderstanding and you end up crying. Youngjae would instantly apologise, wondering what in the world he did wrong and not knowing what to do. The next day, he surprises you with a big teddy bear and the cutest smile.

“Forgive me? Please..?”

Originally posted by mjbm


I also don’t think a fight with him would even go this far. But sometimes, things just happen. So when you suddelny start crying, he feels guilty af. Maybe he would even cry too since he’s disappointed in himself.

 He hugs you, telling you how much you mean to him. Both of you would apologise and try to talk it out.

Originally posted by umma-jy


Bam Bam:

The two of you were probably fighting about something meaningless, so when you start crying, he’s confused and helpless. He would want to cheer you up but wouldn’t really know how. He ends up trying to surprise you with a meal later, totally messing it up.

“I’m so sorry, Jagi… I was trying to cook your favorite meal but I burned it. Let’s order food?”

Originally posted by kryskwon


“… Honestly, stop going on my nerves!”, Jackson says loudly while looking at you with fury. He never was that mad since you knew him and somehow the tears just came. When he realizes you’re crying, his fury suddenly fades.

“H-Hey, come on. I didn’t even mean it. I actually love to have you around."  *He makes funny faces to cheer you up.*

Originally posted by wangmeup



JB sometimes has a little temper, so the fight actually escalated and he yelled at you. Your anger turns into sadness and you walk out of the room, not wanting him to see you cry. He would avoid you for the day, wanting to cool himself down. But he would come up to you later and apologise, kissing your forehead.

Originally posted by sugaglos



In his eyes, both of you just had a little discussion, not much of a deal. Well, you thougt different. Yugyeom suddenly realizes you’re crying, his eyes getting big. He would be so clueless, asking one of the hyungs what to do. So he would probably buy a rose together with Jinyoung and apologize to you, smiling his signature smile when you forgive him.

Originally posted by merry7



The two of you didn’t fight often, but when you did, you sometimes ended up crying. When Mark sees the tears streaming down your face, he’s instantly regretting everything he said. He sighs, gives you a backhug and wipes away your tears.

"Don’t cry, Jagi. I love you…”

Originally posted by yugyeom

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shut the front door

wait no, hold the front door for just a motherfucking second.

what is the bear wearing?

what is the damn bear wearing???

someone literally made a teddy bear with otabek’s outfit and he is holding it

this is the most precious thing in the world you cannot tell me otherwise

also, and this isn’t a fully fleshed out idea or anything so bear with me, but so much discourse on the left seems to discourage the poor from seeking economic advancement. Not only with “do what you love or your life is meaningless” rhetoric but also like “don’t give in to capitalism, focus on the revolution” shit. Like it’s really not anyone’s fucking business to tell someone living in poverty that they shouldn’t pursue money and tbh since a lot of this discourse comes out of academia, it’s oftentimes written and discussed by some pretty elite members of society.

Just You.

She caught him staring. He wondered if it was the first time, given the little smile tugging at her lips.

“What?” She asked, a giggle caught in her throat.

She was so beautiful. He wondered if she would tire of hearing it out loud.

“Uh…n-nothing,” he stuttered and scolded himself. They’d been together a while. The proof was there in the glittering diamond ring donning her finger. But old habits died hard, he guessed.

Iris’s tiny smile spread into a full-fledged grin. She set her notebook aside and turned to face him.

“Tell me, Barry.” She tilted her head to the side. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”

And there in lie the conundrum. He was thinking about her. All the time, every time.

“You know what I’m thinking about, Iris,” he said softly, but she didn’t catch his meaning.

“AGAIN, Bear? We had sex twice this morning already, and - ” She paused and looked to the ceiling, staring at nothing. He knew she was counting. Her eyes flickered back to his. SIX times last night.“

He felt the heated blush creep up his neck to his cheeks.

“That’s NOT what I was er- referring to, Iris.”

She raised her eyebrows dubiously.

“No? I thought all guys thought about that all the time. Isn’t there a statistic about that?”

“You’re the reporter,” he reminded her.

“And you’re the scientist,” she sassed back.

Her teeth shone brightly at him. She was stunning. He didn’t reply to her comeback but he knew he was staring again, looking at her like she was his whole world. She was. She always would be.

“Alright, Barry Allen, enlighten me. If you’re not thinking about sex, what ARE you thinking about?”

He held out his hand and she slipped hers into it. He wrapped his thumb gently around her slim chocolate fingers, then brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed each one.

“Just you,” he said, pressing his cheek to the back of her hand.

“Now that’s a line if I ever heard one,” she teased, but her breath caught in her throat.

“Except I mean it,” he whispered, nuzzling against her skin. “Every time I mean it.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, staring at his head resting on her hand with all the intensity welled up inside her.

He lifted his head and looked at her again. The look in his eyes took her breath away.

“That I love you. That I want you. That you’re everything to me. That….that I can’t believe you picked me.”

Her throat went dry as her vision started to blur with tears.

“How could I not pick you, Barry? You’re the love of my life.”

His lips parted but no sound emerged. Iris crawled over to him and took his face in her hands. She kissed him soundly, heat stirring inside her when he responded, kissing her back, when he wrapped his arm around her.

Their kissing intensified and soon Iris was on her back on the couch, arching up against him, thrilling in every caress and whispered love declarations and compliments. She would never tire of them.

Later, both of them lying in a heap on the floor, Iris smiled smugly as she traced lines with her finger on his chest.

“I knew you were thinking about sex.”

But he didn’t reciprocate her lighthearted tone. As quiet and soft as ever, he turned and kissed her forehead.

Then, he pulled her closer, snuggling into her like a blanket and said,

“No. Just you.”

She loved this man. She loved him with her whole heart.

He was everything to her.

rabbit emoji review

is this what innovation looks like, apple? looking at it makes me feel at an unease, what unseen dangers does this rabbit see?  5/10


normally this thick lining looks ugo but look at this little charmer!!! points deducted for the weird ears 6/10

this looks like a fucked up polar bear  2/10

this rabbit has come from the future to tell you about the virtual reality wars, it is a hero and an ally 9/10

GASP!!! I LOVE THIS!!! do i love it as an emoji tho? points deducted for uncertainty 8/10

a charming little standard bun as drawn by a latex fetish artist 6/10

the shine on this art implies its covered in something other than fur, and while its one of the most anatomically pleasant buns i cant help but feel,,,unsettled 3/10

OMG THIS, POTATO!!!!!!! 8/10

a little guy enjoying a bit of breeze!! 7/10

what in the gotdamn hell 0/10

sinister, i fear giving it a low rating will invoke its rage 10/10

How life changes after pregnancy

Do you know how life changes when a young couple decides to become young parents? Do they think it boils down to adding more commitments and costs? Or do you already know about the emotional toll and everything it entails? Here’s a story that elucidates it all.

“We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her partner are thinking of "starting a family.” “We’re taking a survey,” she says half-joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”

“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

“I know,” she says, “no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.”

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, “What if that had been MY child?” That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby’s sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s at McDonald’s will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter’s relationship with her partner will change, but not in the way she thinks.

I wish she could understand how much more you can love someone who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with their child.

I think she should know that she will fall in love with them again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. “You’ll never regret it,” I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter’s hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

Hey guys.

So… a lot has happened in the last 24 hours. I got very little sleep last night and am still dealing with the shock. I’m trying to get back on track, but it’s difficult at the moment, so if you could all just bear with me and be patient, I’d appreciate it. 

I oftentimes get messages and comments from people telling me how poignant and impactful the emotional scenes in my stories are. I tell them that it’s because, when I write something like that, I put myself in the characters’ shoes and force myself to feel what those characters are feeling. Oftentimes it results in tears as I’m working, pacing, long breaks, and–in the worst moments–me breaking down from the sheer weight of what I’m trying to convey. It’s stressful and it takes a lot out of me, but it’s worth it for the product as far as I’m concerned. 

The point I’m trying to make is this–I’m a very passionate person that feels things very, very deeply. Yes, I have excessive amounts of emotional control and appear, more often than not to those that have met me, as though I don’t feel anything at all. I keep my emotions guarded because I know just how deep they go and how vulnerable they make me. 

What’s happened in America is not fictional. It’s real. And I’m feeling it on a scale that I’m still grappling with how to describe. It’s going to take me some time to get that under control, even if I appear stone-faced to those who know me. So please, just bear with me and be patient. I’ll get back on track soon. 

Thanks, guys.    

Peter Maximof x reader

74. “Did you black out?” “I feel like I’m going to puke.“ @fragcc Sorry it took so long, I meant to post it last night before I went to bed but it didn’t upload. I also kept this one short and sweet so if you’d lie something longer just tell me.

You lie on the tiled floor trying to get your bearings, your ring tone can be heard over the ringing in your ears. As you wonder what happened a certain silver haired mutant appears before you as if by magic. If magic was a genetic mutation that caused him to be able to run faster than Usain Bolt. 

“Babe, what happened?” He asks as he helps you to your feet. “Did you black out?” Dizzy, you grab onto his arm as if its a lifeline. Peter explains that you didn’t answer on the first ring so he ran to make sure nothing was wrong. “I’m going to throw up.” You state before your lunch finds its way to your boyfriend’s shirt. Embarrassed you mutter a few sorrys before moving to clean up the mess. Suddenly your laying on the couch with a cold cloth on your forehead and your doting boyfriend sitting beside you in a clean shirt. When he isn’t using his abilities to mess with people they are really convenient. The two of you spend the rest of the day cuddling and watching movies. Maybe I should get sick more often you think to yourself. 

Originally posted by imaginecabin

let's just cuddle

authors note: i just hit 500 followers! i can’t even believe how quickly i’m gaining followers, i started this blog like two weeks ago lol! so thank u all sm ily. anyway, i feel like lately my imagines aren’t that great and that’s bc i’m rushing while i write them bc i’ve been incredibly busy and i’m sorry. but i hope u guys can bear with me and enjoy this requested imagine :)

requested: “what if you did like a shawn saves the day. y/n is sleepy and just sad so she texts shawn and tells him she is sad, and doesn’t feel good and is going to bed and what if she wakes up and shawn is there.”

It’s been the longest week. Ever. You were incredibly tired emotionally and physically just from living life. Between work, and school, everything was hitting you hard at once and you just weren’t in the best place. You were letting the stress get to you and it was getting worse. Each time you tried to relax, there was always a thought in the back of your mind of something you forgot to do, or an assignment you have to finish. You felt like you couldn’t get a break. To top it all off, you were painfully missing your boyfriend, and you just felt alone. Recently you moved out to LA to be closer to Shawn but it felt like nothing really changed considering how busy you both were. You were having trouble finding roommates too, so you were just alone in your apartment all the time until whenever Shawn had a free moment. You were currently exhausted, cuddled up to your pillows in bed listening to music. You hated bothering Shawn when he was busy, but you needed him now. You texted him, telling him you missed him and that you just weren’t feeling that great and that you knew he was busy, but you wanted to talk to someone. You waited several minutes for him to respond but you knew a response wouldn’t come quick, so you put down your phone and closed your eyes. Soon enough, the warmth of your bed helped you to fall asleep soundly.


There was something odd in the air and it smelled like something was burning. You opened your eyes, worrying. Did you leave a hair straightener on? A candle? You jumped out of bed, pillows falling to the ground as you got up. You ran into the kitchen to see your loving boyfriend fanning away smoke from the stove.

“Shawn???” You yelled confused, but also happy to see him.

“You’re awake!” Shawn turned around and smiled wide, running to hug you. He smelled like smoke but you were thrilled to be touching him at all.

“What are you doing here? And what happened?” You rested your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

“I got your texts, and I thought I would come over since you weren’t responding. I didn’t want to wake you up and I thought I would make some food, but it didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted. We can always order pizza. How are you feeling?” Shawn rambled adorably as he always does. You just stared at him, unable to imagine your life without him. He must’ve told the guys in the studio that you needed him, and he stopped work just for you. You have never been more in love with anyone in your entire life.

“I feel better. Much better.” You said and hugged Shawn tighter. He hugged back just as tight, and kissed the top of your head.

“I brought some movies if you wanna watch them. Or we could try and fix the food I attempted to make if you’re feeling better. We could also just cuddle and you could go back to sleep, I don’t know, it’s really up to you.” Shawn continued to ramble and you just laughed.

You cut him off, “I love you Shawn. Thank you. Let’s just, cuddle, is that okay?”

“Absolutely. I love you more Y/N.”

Monsta X Reaction to their S/O Being Quiet When They’re Usually Loud

| Can you do a Monsta X reaction to y/n being really quiet when they are normally loud? 💙💙 | of course honey!! Thank u for requesting my darling rookie babies ahh!! <3 <3 ~Admin Hedgehog

Shownu: papa bear here wouldn’t notice your difference in behavior at first, but when he asked you a question about food or whatever and he didn’t get the normal loud, cheerful response he usually gets he would walk over and sit next to you, quietly holding your hand until you tell him what’s wrong and why you’re acting so different then normal. 

Wonho: he’s such a sweet bean he would notice right away if you weren’t feeling well or being quite yourself and would immediately pull you aside no matter where you were and hold you in the biggest bear hug until you told him what was wrong or until you felt better, if you didn’t feel like talking about it. (I just think he gives great hugs okay leave me a l o n e)

Minhyuk: sunshine would take a little bit to realize you weren’t being loud with him, mostly bc he’s busy bouncing around like a happy puppy and didn’t realize you were being quiet until he made a joke and you didn’t laugh, and then he would immediately turn off the loud jokes and become the soft sensitive man-child we all know, taking care of you sweetly and petting your hair and cuddling and making little jokes you until you felt better :)

Kihyun: listen he’s such the Mom Friend™ that it’s not hard to realize that his Mom Senses will be tingling as soon as you don’t respond to something or you dont laugh as loudly as normal and he would corner u and ask u a bunch of nagging questions, but then if you got upset at him he would realize he shouldn’t have pried so much, and kihyun would do everything in his power to make you feel better, even if that meant doing large amounts of agyeo or having something that’s not chicken for dinner(for once)

Hyungwon: our prince is such a sleepy boy i don’t think he would realize you were quiet until you were both getting ready for bed and normally your bedtime routine is full of giggles and quiet laughter and if it wasn’t he would just drag you over to the bed and lay down facing you, gently stroking your face and hair as you poured out whatever was bothering you that day to him, gently singing a lullaby to you as you both drifted off to sleep in each other’s embrace. (help me I’m so single)

Jooheon: JooHoney is such a Soft Sweet Child™ but he’s like minhyuk, he might not notice you were quieter until your loudness didn’t match up with his, he would slowly approach you, gently trying to figure out the source of your quietness. If you had a stressful day or just weren’t feeling yourself, he would get very upset for you and would give you as many snuggles and hugs as you wanted, he would try to walk on water for you if it meant his honey could feel better. (The ageyo is an obvious thing, its gonna happen so prepare urself)

I.M./Changkyun: our smol maknae would be so awkward with this, like we all know he can be so fucking weird but he is a generally pretty quiet person, so he would be used to you being loud and he would enjoy listening to you ramble on about this or that, and when the whole apartment is empty of your voice he would get concerned, but he wouldn’t know how to talk to you or comfort you so he would ask his hyungs, and they would all give him conflicting advice, so he would throw that all in the trash and just go over and turn on your favorite show with your favorite take-out, and cuddle with you under your favorite blanket. (he’s secretly really good at these things but he doubts himself poor baby.D:)