your hair your clothes

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
  • ♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
  • ♕: Holding hands
  • ♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
  • ♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
  • ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
  • ♙: Sharing a bed
  • ♚: Head scratches
  • ♛: Sharing a dessert
  • ♜: Shoulder rubs
  • ♝: Reading a book together
  • ♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
  • ♟: Patching up a wound
  • ♤: Taking a bath together
  • ♧: Your muse playing with their hair
  • ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
  • ♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
  • ♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
  • ♣: Back scratches
  • ♥: Your muse crying about something
  • ♦: Slow dancing
  • <p> <b>Gryffindor:</b> high-fiving someone so hard it hurts your hand (on purpose, and you just get even more pumped up + happy), catching things right before they hit the ground, "home is not a place, it's a person", buying dozens of notebooks but only writing a couple of things in each of them, balconies, assuming everyone speaks the truth, instant noodles, carefree jokes in the middle of fighting in action movies, hitchhiking, board games (with friends), adopting slang words/expressions from other people, road trips, drinking/eating straight from the container, forgetting to brush your teeth, explaining things with your hands or by showing, volunteering (sometimes just so that those who REALLY don't want to do it won't have to), constantly changing your ringtone<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> reading funny/interesting facts and forgetting them right away (except for the VERY fascinating ones), going to a foreign country without knowing the language; learning as you go/by experiencing it yourself and through failed attempts, multitasking (with questionable results), space, tearing paper as a stress reliever, preferring ballpoint + mechanical pens because the line they draw is even, procrastination, blushing easily, either REALLY neat or REALLY messy handwriting, making sure everyone is drinking enough water (and not too much alcohol), never borrowing money but always lending it to others (with no rush to get it back), wind, green tea, talking really fast/loud when you get excited, laughing and smiling silently, only paying attention to the things that interest you<p/><b>Slytherin:</b> having a discussion with someone across the room by using just gestures and facial expressions/lip reading, ending up sharpening all the pencils instead of just the one you need, string instruments, both judgemental eye rolls and friendly and teasing eye rolls, never ignoring problems, taking one (or two) for the team, cutting your own hair/making your own jewellery and clothing; DIY, formal language with strangers and at work but swearing/using (internet) slang with friends and at home, never letting fate decide, keeping secrets (both others' and your own), forgiving relatively fast but NOT many times, avoiding telling white lies, mostly listening during conversations but impressing everyone with how intelligent and insightful you are when you do comment/speak<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> sunflowers and dandelions, (cookie) dough, colouring books, choosing the slightly smaller half of a halved pastry even though the other person said you could pick either one and they'd have the other one, bumblebees + honey bees, listening to loud music with headphones and constantly fearing others can hear it, humming and whistling, coffee and hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream and spices, blanket forts, not feeling pressured to do anything "productive", always thinking it's your fault (it's not), having days for yourself; peace and quiet and self-care, movie/TV/Netflix marathons, procrastinating at first and then working for hours and hours straight just before the deadline, rain (heavy or light), chocolate and peppermint and fudge<p/></p>

slow-clapping-in-the-distance  asked:

Hello, I have always loved the Samoyed breed but have wondered how they are as pets. I know they're known to be heavy shedders, and some tips on how to deal with that hair would be very much appreciated! I have a Westie right now, but I used to own Spitzes and I'm pretty used to the shedding :)

Heavy shedders indeed! While different Samoyed owners will report different levels of intensity - and it will vary depending on gender, neuter/spay status, and time of year - you’re still definitely looking at heavy shedding. If you aren’t prepared to… 

  • desensitize your puppy as young as possible to the grooming process 
  • brush daily during certain times of the year, several times a week the rest of the year
  • vacuum a lot
  • have hair on your furniture, clothes, eyes, inside of your mouth
  • pay a decent amount for an experienced groomer semi-frequently OR do your own set up 

…then you should not get a Samoyed. 

As with the varying opinions on intensity of shedding, there are also varying suggestions on how frequently you should take your Sammy to the groomer (or bathe them yourselves), but it should be at least twice a year for the puppo’s health. More information here, from the Samoyed Club of America: https://www.samoyedclubofamerica.org/the-samoyed/health-and-care/grooming/  

The #1 best way to keep shedding down… is with frequent line combing and brushing. Do not ever shave your Sammy unless it is necessary for medical reasons. Do not ever use a Furminator, please, it will damage his coat. If you want to do your own grooming setup, here are the best videos & resources I’ve found online. These are all done by the Samoyed Moms who consist of some owners and breeders. 

Anyway, that’s grooming. If you’re more interested in what they are like as pets, then I would turn to YouTube videos and the Samoyed reddit. I would also recommend contacting the SCA and seeing if you can attend some shows, get involved with rescues, or even meet a breeder just to get to know the dogs. 

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

Every Samoyed I’ve ever known has a very relaxed, polite temperament. They are not easily bothered or stirred - they politely and gently remove themselves from the situation instead, if necessary. Important things to know about them as a breed are the following: 

  • They NEED to be with you and your family. While they are an ancient breed, they are more people-oriented than, say, huskies. Some are cuddle bugs, some are less so because they get hot, but they are still not the type of dog to do well being left alone for long periods of time. If you do that, there is a good chance there will be some destruction as a result of boredom and potentially anxiety. 
  • They are independent thinkers. Training will be different than other dog breeds. Once they’ve learned a new trick, it’s better to generally move onto something new than to keep repeating something they’ve already learned. It’s boring and they’ll definitely let you know. 
  • They are, in general, jokesters. Some breed judges prefer Samoyeds that aren’t perfectly behaved in the ring because they feel that better represents the breed as a whole.

In essence, the Samoyede people that the breed is named after bred and raised them to work independently from humans. Typically, they’d have several dogs and one would be the “lead” dog that took some instruction from the humans. That dog would then lead the others to their tasks for the day - herding, pulling, what have you. At the end of the day, though, they returned home to their people, often to snuggle up and help keep everyone warm. Notice how throughout their typical day they are either with other dogs or people, though! They don’t like to be alone. 

Finally, if you keep the giant wads of fur you’ve brushed out of your Sammy, you can do as the Samoyede people did and save their fur for spinning and knitting (another trait they bred for was their fur texture!). 

Answered by: @phdpaws

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Stunning photos of Princess Madeleine posing for photographers in London before she opened the “Room for Children”, a Swedish library with children’s books from the Nordic countries at the Southbank Centre on February 14th, 2017.

Bts reacting to your high school pictures!

Namjoon:

“Ahahaha your hair! your clothes! Ya look wack! ahahaha”

“Do you remember yours?”

“Shut up. I don’t know you.”

Originally posted by yahjiminie

Jin:

“Looksy what I found y/n~”

“What?”

*waves the yearbook in your face* “To post on twitter or not to post on twitter? That is the question.”

“You better not.”

“Make me food and we’ll see.”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Hoseok:

“Aww look at my little jagiya! I’m going to show everyone!”

“Nooo!!”

“Hmmm fine! only because you’re mine and I get to keep you all to myself!”

Originally posted by frittatansonyeondan

Yoongi:

“Ya look crusty.”

“Excuse me? Shall we look at your pictures?”

“I mean… damn mami. You was lookin fine as hell. Can I get past yous number?”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Taehyung:

“I’m gonna go show everyone this!”

“No Taehyung!” *you tackle him before he opens the door*

“Jagi what the heck?!”

“You needed to be stopped you animal!”

“Whatever, more for me!”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jimin:

“Ahahah you look so different! How?!”

“What do you mean? I look the same!”

“Mhm suuuure you do sweetie.”

“I do!” *you pout, crossing your arms*

“I’m kidding baby!” *he’d hug you afterwards, giving you smooches*

Originally posted by beui


Jungkook:

“Were you cool though?”

“Define cool?”

“A kpop idol cool…”

“Boy if you don’t.”

“I’m cooler than you!”

Originally posted by jeonbase

The Divide Series: Dive

I’m sorry it took me 500 years, but here it is. This is my favorite song from the album so I hope y’all enjoy! x 

Originally posted by thestylesgifs


You tap your nails in a rhythmic pattern against the shopping cart handle as you lean away from it. The brown-lidded tubs are truly glowing in the fluorescent light cast from the freezers, making them even more appetizing, and consequently, harder to choose from. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth in concentration as you let your eyes dart between two particular flavors, hoping one will stand out more than the other.  

You glance to your left and right, wondering how much time you have left. The store was near closing time when Harry and you had entered a few minutes ago for a quick grocery run. Halfway through your fast paced stroll through the store, he had muttered something about making smoothies before placing a hard kiss to your temple, squeezing your shoulders, and disappearing. To your benefit though,  he had left you just near the icecream section.

Your eyes have grown a bit hazy, lost in your thoughts and keen decision making. So when you hear something being dropped in the cart you jump in alarm at the sound. You hear him snickering softly behind you, and his arms are sliding around your waist and tugging you back into him in the next moment. His chest is sturdy against your back as you relax into him.

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Why didn’t you stop me? You saw me crumbling, eating away by fierce embers and worn away too quickly, right before your eyes. I was turning to ash and stuck to you,
clinging to your hair,
your clothes,
your skin.
I was burning you with my collapse.
Yet you let me cling on, falling into forgotten with me.
I was hurting you.
I was your ruining.
Until I let you go.
Now you’re built back up, solid, glowing, with someone else to care for you,
While I lie smoking and forgotten in the dust.

this isn’t going to be the post eloquent but i wanted to make a post just saying that, femininity is so pressured on all women to be respected as women, to even be recognized as women for trans women….

and i wanted to give assurance to all you gnc girls or you girls considering being less feminine or toeing into nonconformity already, that you’re still a valuable person without makeup or with your hair cut short or in your loose clothes or however you express gender nonconformity. you don’t have to conform to femininity to be an amazing, interesting woman.

i hope you all feel the freedom and safety and comfort to present how you want one day

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Sometimes you gotta make your own ship content, be the change you want to see in the world. Messy but fun comic, and a little fic under the cut. I’m most definitely not a writer, and incredibly rusty, but enjoy nonetheless?

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Things to do in pursuit of happiness

• Wake up for Tahajjud prayers at least once a week.
• Fast on Mondays and Thursdays. And the white days every month.
• Spread salaam to those whom you know and those who you don’t know. The full salaam.
• Send peace and blessings upon the prophet Muhammad, everyday. Salla Allaahu ‘alayhi wassalam.
• Read the morning and evening and sleep adhkaar every day without fail.
• Read at least one page of the Qur-aan with the translation a day. Gradually increase.
• Dedicate at least 20 minutes a day to read from tafseer Ibn Kathir. Take notes.
• Aim to memorise the Qur-aan. Make the intention and set realistic goals.
• Have the Qur-aan or a beneficial tape playing anytime you can. When you’re getting ready in the morning… Brushing your teeth, washing your face, eating your breakfast, driving, cooking… Etc.
• At least 15 mins a day to listen and FOCUS on an Islamic reminder/audio. Or read out of an Islamic book. Take notes.
• Lower your gaze.
• Don’t talk to opposite gender without reason.
• Try to pray as soon as the time has been called.
• Pray the sunnah prayers.
• Do the adkhaar after each prayer. Astaghfirullaah. Alhamdulillaah. SubhaanAllaah. Allaahu akbar. Ayaatul kursi. Du'aa.
• Kiss your parents. Hug your parents. Smile at your parents. Serve your parents. Be kind, be kind, be kind.
• Give small gifts.
• Smile to people and say hello.
• Tell people you love them.
• Keep in regular touch with your relatives, even if its through a text.
• Give bottles of water to strangers on a hot day.
• Give glasses of water to those close to you on a hot day. And a normal day.
• Hold the door open for people.
• Offer the seat you have to someone.
• Make genuine du'aa for those you think of, those who ask you to, and those who you you say you will to.
• Think of your brothers and sisters around the world, the situations they’re in and pray for them.
• Attend the masjid regularly for prayer and talks. Think of the angels surrounding you and supplicating for you.
• Treat people according to your manners and values, not theirs.
• Eat your greens. Exercise. Brush your teeth. Brush your hair. Shower. Exfoliate. Moisturise your skin. Wear clean clothes.
• Know you can’t please everyone. And forgive the mean ones.
• Do it all for His sake.
• Beg for jannatul firdous. Beg for jannatul firdous. Beg for jannatul firdous.

You will fall again and again. It’s in your nature. Just don’t stop getting up. Keep struggling and striving till you get there. Because eventually, by His will, you will.

Imagine making up after a fight with Dean. Domestic!AU

Tiny water droplets roll down your damp hair to your shoulders and back, wetting the cotton of your tank top, you sigh loudly as you walk past him in the living room on your way to the kitchen.


Glancing his way before you turn around the archway, you see the pillow and a blanket resting in one arm of the couch, your heart aches.


You really never mean to argue and  fight with him, less of all go to bed without solving your issues, but today has been draining for both of you.


Dean’s day at the car shop was long and difficult, everything that could go wrong did go wrong, causing him to come home later than usual. You’ve been dealing all day with two sick toddlers. Cold medicine and whining, bath attempts and loud tv.


You’re running around the kitchen trying to get the twins to eat some dinner and make something else for Dean when he arrives, and you’re not even sure how it even starts but not 10 minutes pass and you’re both screaming at each other, accusing and reproaching absurd, meaningless things.


You turn on the lights and notice the dishes are done and everything’s in place, Dean obviously must done it while you were putting the kids to bed before taking a quick shower to wash rest of food, snot and God’s knows what else off your hair and clothes. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose at your own stubbornness.


Taking a clean glass from the cabinet you fill it with water and proceed to go back upstairs, but when you turn around, Dean’s standing in front of you, a sad smile playing on his lips.


His big hands move to cup your cheeks, you close your eyes and breathe deeply, inhaling his soothing scent when his forehead rests on yours. He doesn’t speak and neither do you, you don’t need to.


You both know.


His mouth presses to yours and you sigh, slowly parting your lips when his tongue asks for permission.


The glass of water rests on the table as he walks you backwards towards the couch to lay you on your back and place himself on top you.


Dean nibbles and sucks at your mouth, jaw, worshiping your neck and chest. His hands alternate from tugging and caressing, feeling every inch of your skin. The way he thrusts into you makes your whole body tremble with euphoria. Slow, deep, intense. Desperate for that connection he only has with you.


Dean praises you body and your soul and swears eternal love for you once more, swallowing your moans, tasting your salty tears.


You lay there for a few moments, appeasement and happiness filling your hearts. Until you stand up and extend your hand out, then kiss his lips one more time before pulling him behind you, up the stairs, towards your bedroom.

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How to get stuff done:

1. Drink some water, bro. Hydration is key.
2. Stretch, wake up!
3. Make a list of things you need to do.
4. Say “I’m gonna do it” out loud. (You can whisper it to yourself but the louder the better)
5. Breathe and assure yourself you can do it.
6. Put on some great music (like some classical music or some super motivational stuff, whatever you like, maybe none at all if it helps)
7. Get out all the stuff you need.
8. Get comfy (wash your hands, change your clothes, put your hair up, put on some chapstick, take off your shoes, etc.)
9. Set a timer and tell yourself what you are going to do with your time
10. Smash your goals, sunshine!

Take breaks and during those breaks get moving! Refill your water! Get your new stuff out! Choose some new music if you want! But don’t go into a slump, take your break and go back to work! That’s all bro! Go kick some asteroid!

Watching - Montgomery x Reader

Request - “Can u write a montyxreader where he’s very protective of her bc he likes her a lot”

(Sorry but I decided to switch Bryce with Marcus because I don’t really wanna write Bryce I hope that doesn’t mess up your vision and that this is okay!)

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Locker code: confirmed, you thought to yourself, throwing in the heavy books you no longer needed for the remainder of the day.

Shutting your locker, you readjusted your bag and turned to go- before feeling eyes on you. From the corner of your eye you could spot Montgomery de la Cruz watching you. What was he doing? You thought. You knew each other fairly well, your social circles merged, but conversation was lacking.

Often, you were teased a little by your friends because you were so innocent. You were kind and caring and your friend Hannah described you as; ‘a ray of light’, a contrast to how Monty was portrayed. With a temper like a kettle, the boy was no stranger to trouble. He was attractive, no doubt, and on occasion you’d got to see the soft, teddy-bear side of him. It was clear to you that Monty was with the wrong crowd, he was often frustrated with them and struggled to be around them.

You decided to pretend to ignore Monty, he probably wasn’t even looking at you. You started off to your next class and noticed laddish laughter not far from Monty. Marcus appeared to be the cause of the laughter, his cronies hitting him in congratulation for whatever he had said. You decided to ignore them too, idiots.

In class you felt the same eyes on you, but they would occasionally scan the classroom, before making their way back to you.

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“I don’t know. I mean, I think he’s really nice, but the hovering is a little odd sometimes.” You explained to Hannah. You always saw the best in people.

“He has a bit of a temper but he’s a good guy really. I’m sure he has a fair reason, you should ask him!” She encouraged. You laughed weakly.

“Probably not…” you trailed off, imaging how weird you’d look going up to Monty with; 'why do you keep hovering?’, yep. Definitely not.

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Monty’s POV (a couple weeks prior)

Marcus and the boys were laughing next to him and messing with each other. Monty was laughing along as usual, not taking on everything that was being said.

“Monty? Eh? Whaddya say?” Justin nudged Monty.

“What?” He clicked back to his senses.

“Y/N L/N? Hot or not?” Justin asked.

“Yeah, hot. She’s cool.” He nodded.

“Isn’t she like some kinda virgin queen?” Zach asked, clearly getting confused from his revision.

“Who knows.” Marcus responded.

“Her sex life isn’t really our business, unless we’re involved.” Piped up Monty.

“You know what?” Marcus cut in. “I’m gonna ask that girl out someday soon.”

Monty jerked his head up.
“Why?” He asked more suddenly than he’d intended.

“Really? Y/N, little angel Y/N. I want to see how good our little angel is in bed. Does she have a devil side? Innocent girls like that always have a kinky side - I swear.” He chuckled to himself, eyeing Y/N up from across the corridor.

“She’s tight man. Yeah, imma ask her out.” He repeated, stroking his chin and wetting his lips with his tongue.

If there was one thing Monty had decided in the past minute, it was that Marcus Cooley was a through and through pervert. He was creepy as hell. Monty was disgusted by how grossly Marcus was acting, and he wasn’t going to let him anywhere Y/N if there was anything he could do about it.

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Your POV (now)

You were putting books away again, and spotted Monty, again. The exceedingly attractive boy was starting to worry you, and make you conscious of your appearance. Had you had the same piece of spinach in your teeth for about two weeks? Did your hair look bad? Were your clothes gross? You had no idea. A tap on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts.

You had been so immersed in your thoughts you failed to notice the boy had gone.

“Hey, Y/N…” Montgomery was stood in front of you, his freckles full from the sunshine and his eyes glistening chocolate.

“You alright Monty?” You asked, hoping maybe he’s give an explanation as to the recent weirdness. He nodded;

“Yeah uh-”

“I’ve seen you looking.” You burst out before you even realised your mouth was moving. “At me. I’ve seen you watching me.” You clarified. You were instantly mortified at yourself, feeling rude and weird.

Monty smiled bashfully.
“Yeah I uh- I’m not being creepy - i promise, I just think you’re pretty rad to be honest.”

“So you just decided to watch me?” You laughed.

“Actually um, Marcus, Cooley, said a few things that grossed me out and I was trying to keep him away from you.” He breathed in honesty.

“Away from me?” You questioned.

“He said was planning on asking you out.”

“He did. I walked away without saying anything.” You giggled.

“Marcus was right about something, taking you out on a date would be awesome. I’m glad you rejected him.” He tried to conceal his smile to no avail. “And I felt a bit protective, okay, a lot protective, you’re the kindest soul at this school, and because I’m pretty certain I have a thing for you.” He was looking at his feet, “and I know you don’t feel the same back, it’s okay, I just needed to get it off my chest.”

You smiled at the sweet boy in front of you and leaned in on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips. When you saw the surprise on Monty’s, you leaned in and kissed him properly, smiling.

“Pick me up at six.” You smiled sweetly before sauntering off to happy dance in a toilet cubicle.

Fragility {Part 2/3}

Originally posted by fairybcby

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Slight Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, smut

Warnings: Minor character death

“You didn’t need to completely rip yourself apart just so that Yoongi could be whole. That’s not how friendship works…That’s not how love works.”

Part 1 | Part 3


Time had passed both slowly and quickly. Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed.

In reality, things were how they always had been. Your friendship with Yoongi continued like normal and he still had no clue that Hoseok had confided in you about Yoongi’s past that night.

You would meet up and go for drinks or spend days out together just walking around town and every time you would discover new parts that you hadn’t previously known existed. He had this strange ability of being able to whisk you away from your everyday life and he helped you to see the beauty in even the most mundane of things. There really wasn’t anyone like him.

He would always bring his camera and your eyes had quickly grown adjusted to the intense white flash that would often pour out from it.

On the surface, everything seemed perfect.

However, in your mid a perpetual hurricane raged on. You tried to calm it, you tried to gather your emotions and keep yourself stable but it was to no avail. You had hoped whatever it was you thought you felt towards Yoongi would quickly fade away. You’d longed for it to be nothing more than a short lived infatuation.  Yet, if anything, your feelings had only amplified. Every time you saw him smile it was as if another piece of you fell in love with him.

Everyday you would remind tell yourself that just being able to stand by his side was enough.You were well aware of how lucky you were. So on a rainy Tuesday as you walked through town after a night of helplessly watching various girls try to hit on Yoongi, you tried to convince yourself that everything was fine. He had turned them all down of course, he was as highly selective as ever. That didn’t stop the terrible feeling of jealously that consumed you every time he paid even a little bit of attention to one of them, the toxic emotion would thick and heavy through your veins, weighing your body down.

Small droplets of rain landed on your face and slowly slid down your skin. You could feel your hair and clothing becoming damp and uncomfortable, the cotton fabric was clinging to your body unpleasantly making you feel constricted. If Yoongi was here he would have scolded you for being so careless as to go outside with no umbrella despite knowing how bad the weather forecast was.

You veered off down one of the smaller side streets, the canopy of branches and leaves above now somewhat sheltering you from the weather that continued to rage of violently. Pulling your coat a little tighter around your body you broke out into a slow run. You didn’t even need to look where you were going, your legs would take you there automatically, as if it was an instinct hardwired into your DNA. By this point perhaps it was.

Yoongi’s house always looked the same, narrow, two storeys built in orange brick, with ugly black guttering running down the sides and across the top that stuck out like a sore thumb. The windows seemed to be perpetually dirty even though he insisted that he did clean them once a month.

The place was cheap and unrefined, but it was more like home to you than even your parent’s house was.

The door was unlocked so without knocking you swung it open and immediately stepped into the comforting warmth of his hallway. Some camera equipment and lighting lay in black bags on the grubby linoleum floor along with a large pile of shoes, all belonging to Yoongi of course.

“Yoongi, you here?” you called out after a few moments of silence, if he was in you couldn’t hear any signs of him lurking around somewhere.

You pulled your shoes off and dumped them in one of the corners of the room before hugging your arms to your chest, your body was still shaking from the bitter coldness of outside.

“I’m up here,” he finally replied, voice echoing down the stairs.

He sounded tired. There was a certain way he talked when he’d had a sleepless night, his words would be slower and voice rougher and it was irritatingly sexy.

You ascended up the stairs and barged your way into the bedroom.

The curtains were drawn so that any natural light was completely blocked out, but you knew better than to insist on opening them, he’d always hiss and complain when you tried. He sat hunched over his laptop furiously typing, fingers practically moving at the speed of light and he was so absorbed in what he was doing you don’t think he’d even heard you enter.

His hair hung down over his eyes and you could tell that he hadn’t brushed it in awhile, purple circles hung underneath his eyes and his lips looked chewed up and cracked. Yet you were so far gone that even in this state, you thought he looked absolutely beautiful.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch me like a creep all day?” he asked with a smirk, finally looking up from his laptop screen, “Also don’t expect me to sympathise with you because you’re cold and wet, you’re the one that was too stupid to remember to take an umbrella with you today.”

“Shut up.”

He moved over a little to make room as you sat down on the bed, you curiously peered at his laptop screen to see that he appeared to be writing some sort of essay. The word count was on 4,035.

“Did the genius Min Yoongi really leave an essay ‘til the last minute?” you asked playfully and without even looking away from the laptop he moved his hand and lightly hit you on your upper arm. You giggled before slumping down a little to get more comfortable. The pattering of his fingertips against the keys was oddly relaxing, he typed so fluidly, with no hesitation, as if he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

You remained quiet, just enjoying the feeling of him being next to you. That was something you treasured about the relationship you’d built with him, you were so comfortable around each other that you didn’t feel the need to talk all the time. 

When the sound of the typing finally ceased he snapped shut his laptop and turned to finally look at you properly. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said pointedly. You looked up from your phone and saw that the expression plastered across his face was one of seriousness, so immediately, you put it away in your pocket and sat up.

“What’s up?”

From the way he fidgeted and gripped the sheets in his large fists, you could tell he was a little anxious. This in turn roused feelings of nervousness within you, if Yoongi wanted to say something he would usually say it with no hesitation, with hardly any hints of emotion.

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Round Two?

Summary: Dean’s supposed to be out with Sam, but when he has no luck at the bar, he comes home and you help him out through his dry spell.

Request: Dean being shot down by multiple girls in the bar and he gets dow. later y/n asks him why he’s not out and he says he’s lost his touch. She says thats not possible then he starts flirting with her and it doesn’t work either she just laughs uncomfortable before he walks up to her and kisses her. They get it on. And afterwards she confesses that if his flirtious remarks fail that kissing and pinning to a wall definitely will. *_*

A/N: I know it’s not exact but I cannot control my brain it takes ideas and runs with them

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Oral (female receiving), smut (ps please do not use the pull out method for birth control!!!)

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally posted by supernatural-jackles

It was your ideal Saturday night. You were alone in the bunker, locked in your bedroom with Netflix. You hadn’t got the chance to watch anything lately, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Both Sam and Dean had left to go out and hopefully end their dry spells that you were sick of hearing about, Cas was…wherever, and the internet…wasn’t working.

You bumped your head on your headboard a few times and sighed before standing up and trudging into the war room to check out the routers. You were surprised to see Dean at the map table..reading a book?

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I really like you // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warning: slight smut, idk


You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off and putting your clothes back on. Your hair was still wrapped in a towel. When you came out of the bathroom you nearly jumped out of your skin. There was someone sitting on your bed, head in their hands. The person turned around and you were greeted with the face of Montgomery. “What the fuck, de la Cruz? What are you doing here?” you exhaled, confused but relieved that it was Monty. “Well, good to see you too, Y/N.” he said with a smirked on his face. Your relationship with Monty was not really a relationship. A few times a week you hook up with each other, you were friends with benefits. You always had a crush on him, but he just wasn´t the relationship type, so you take what you get. “Uhm it´s nice to see you too, but that wasn´t the question Monty. What are you doing here?” You asked again throwing your towel into the bathroom. You were dressed in one of Monty´s flannel´s he left at your house a few weeks ago, underneath it you only wear lacy panties and a lacy bralette, you always felt comfortable in them.
He shrugged his shoulders and got up to meet you. “I saw that your parent´s car weren´t in the driveway.” He said walking closer to you.  “So you decided to climb through my window?” you asked amused pointing at the open window. “What can I say, I just missed you.” He mumbled and pulled you into him. “Monty, you saw me in school today.” You giggled, when he began to place kisses on your neck. “Your parents are away?” He asked, completely ignoring what you just said. “They went out with some friends.” You whispered and felt him smirk against your neck. He pushed you against the wall next to your door and you gasped, surprised by his sudden harshness. His kisses fast turned into harsh bites and sucking on your neck, his hands under your flannel roaming over your soft skin. You yelped when he bites your neck extremely hard while he bucks his hips into yours, but he didn´t stop. “Monty.” You whispered, trying to push him away, but his hands grabbed your hips harder. “Monty, stop, you´re hurting me.” You said, pressing your hands against his chest still trying to push him away. He starts tugging at your flannel moving it up, this was enough for you and you finally managed to push him away from you. You pulled the flannel down again looking at him shocked. He stands a few feet´s away from you and was breathing heavy looking at you furious.  “What has gotten into you?” you whispered wrapping your arms around yourself in a manner of self-defense. He snarled sarcastically and shook his head laughing. “What? You don’t want me? You think you can call me whenever you want someone to fuck you, but when I need it you refuse? I´m not your dog you can call when you need someone to play with!” He shouted and you flinched at his outburst. “Everyone thinks they can treat me like shit and I´m so done with this.” He throws his arms in the air and started pacing around your room. “Monty, you are scaring me.” You mumbled pressing yourself against the wall to create as much distance from Monty as possible; you have never seen him like this at least not toward you. “Ah now you are scared?” he laughed sarcastically and you saw that he looked more angry than before. “Please calm down, Monty. We can talk about it or someth-“He cut you off when he smashed a picture frame against your door. Glass and wood splitter hit the side of your face and you flinched, feeling the glass cutting your cheek. Your breath was shaky and your hand went to your left cheek. You looked at your hand in horror when you saw blood on your finger, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “Oh god, Y/N/N, I didn´t mean… I never wanted to…” He immediately went to you, his eyes full of concern. You flinched when he placed a hand on your unharmed cheek and you saw the shock written on his face. “I´m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you; you need to believe me. You are the only one that ever… I mean… I´m so sorry.” He rambled and you felt a tears running down your face. “Y/N, please say something.” He whispered and you looked at him. “I need to clean up before someone steps into the glass.” You whispered kneeling down shoving the leftovers from your picture frame together. You were shaking, what you noticed when you pulled out the picture from under the glass and wood. “Stop, Y/N, you´re hurting yourself.” He takes your hands into his own, pulling you up. “I´m so sorry, Y/N/N.” he whispered pulling you into his chest, pressing his lips against your forehead. You closed your eyes, slowly returning the hug. You two stands there for a moment and you seek comfort in his hug. He breaks the hug and bends down to clean up the mess he made.

You sit on your bed watching Monty. The picture he throws was actually a picture of you and him from the last summer, when you were at a party at the beach. You looked down at the picture and smiled slightly. On the picture Monty and you sat at a bonfire and he had his arm around your shoulder, while you had your head leaning on his shoulder. That night was the first time you really talked to him and for once he wasn´t the cocky asshole you knew from the hallways or the jock with anger issues. This night he was sweet, funny and cute. You saw another side and that’s when the felling´s started. “I remember that night.” He mumbled and you jumped, you didn´t noticed that he had sat down next to you. “You remember that night? You were pretty drunk.” You whispered smiling, still looking down at the picture. “And you looked so beautiful.” He whispered and you meet his gaze. “I´m so sorry, Y/N, please don’t hate me. I couldn´t stand if you hate me.” He whispered and you smiled at him. “I could never hate you, Monty.” You said and caressed his cheek in a loving manner. “I will clean this cut now.” You mumbled, getting up after a bit of silence. He nodded and shooting you a small, but guilty smile.

When you left your bathroom Montgomery still sat at the same spot on your bed. When he heard you coming he stands up, facing you. “I will go now; you probably want to be alone.” He said and walked to your window. You walked towards Monty wrapping your arms around his torso. “Stay with me. Don’t go.” You whispered, burying your face in his back. “Y/N/N, I think it would be the best when we don’t see each other for a while.” He said, his hands resting on your window frame. You shook your head no, hugging him harder. “I hurt you, something I swore I would never do.” He sighed trying to escape your grip. “But I want you to stay.” You whispered and he sighed again. “Why?” he whispered clearly confused. “Because, I want to watch a movie, cuddle myself in my bed and eat ice cream and I want it to do it with you.” You whispered, he finally turned around and smiled at you, while you began to grin. “I know you can´t resist me.” You said biting your lip. He rolled his eyes and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “I always thought it would be the other way around.” He said smirking down at you. You just shrugged your shoulders, turning around and sat yourself down on your bed, leaning against your headboard. “Go downstairs and get the ice cream. I will choose the movie.” You said turning on the TV, smiling like an idiot. Monty shook his head smiling and let out a small laugh. “Chunky-Monkey?” he asked, but already made his way downstairs, knowing the answer. “And when you´re back you ´re gonna take your clothes off. I like you better without them.” You shouted after him and giggled, hearing his faint laugh from downstairs.


You sat on Montgomery´s lap the movie long forgotten. His hands were on your thighs running them up and down, while you were holding the package with ice cream and a spoon. “Come on, give me ice cream.” He whined and you laughed at his childishness. “Montgomery de la Cruz just whined, I can´t believe it.” You said, between laughter’s and he rolled his eyes. He opened a few buttons of the flannel you were wearing, kissing your now exposed collarbone and you let out sigh, biting your bottom lip. “Fine, you get some ice cream.” You whispered smiling at him. He opened his mouth and you placed a spoon with ice cream in his mouth. “Wait, that’s only banana and walnuts.” He mumbled still munching on the ice cream and you giggled. “You did it on purpose.” He gasped with an amused smile on his lips and you laughed out loud. “You were using my sweet spots against me, you don’t deserve chocolate.” You explained planting a small kiss on his lips. “But I was only using them to get some ice cream.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “You want chocolate?” you asked ghosting your lips over his and he nodded brushing his nose against yours. “Make me a compliment.” You stated and grinned at him, while he groaned. “What do you want to hear?” he asked. “You can´t really expect that I will tell you what to say.” You looked at him and he began to smirk. “I love fucking you.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. “Way to ruin the mood.” You mumbled frowning and leaned back. “Okay okay, you are the most beautiful and smartest girl I´ve ever meet.” He said smiling up at you. “Okay I will accept that.” You nodded approvingly, placing a spoon with banana and chocolate in his mouth. “Go on and you will get more.” You said with a smirk. “I really like you.” He whispered smiling slightly at you, his thumb painting small circles on your hipbones. “That´s not a compliment.” You countered. “But a confession.” Your smirk fell and you blinked a few times. You placed the ice cream and the fork on you nightstand and your hands went to his neck. “You mean it?” You asked hopefully while your hands played with his hair and he nodded. You placed your lips on his, your hands on his cheeks now, while he pulled you even closer. Monty pulled away smiling at you. “I really like you too.” You confessed and he began to smirk. He leaned forward and you yelped when your back hit your bed. Monty began kissing your neck while unbuttoning the flannel. He kissed his way down your neck to your collarbone, now plastering kisses down the valley of your breast and your giggle´s turned into moans. “God, I love it when you wear lacy underwear.” He mumbled between kisses and moans. You moaned as a reply your fingers running through his hair tugging on it. “Did you expect someone else?” He smirked unclasping your bra. “You´re the only one I have sex with.” You stated bringing his lips to meet yours. “Good, because I don’t share.” With that he ripped your bralette from you and started sucking on your right nipple. “Monty.” You hissed his name, when he grazed his teeth over his your nipple. “Oh God, I love it when you say my name.” he smirked turning his attention to the other nipple.
Both of you didn´t hear the car pulling into the driveway or your parents coming through the front door. You both were pulled out of your foreplay, when you heard your name being called. “Y/N, are you still awake?” you heard your mother call and you pushed Monty away from you, your eyes widening in shock. “Shit.” You hissed starting to bottom the flannel up. He was pacing through your room and started to collect his clothes together. You heard footsteps coming closer and you pushed Montgomery into your bathroom. Just in time you managed to sit down on your bed, grabbing the book, you were recently reading from your nightstand. You opened it, when your mother opened your bedroom door. “Hey sweetie, you are still awake?” she asked and you smiled at her. “Well, I had too much sugar I think.” You mumbled pointing to the ice cream and she cracked a smile. “How was your dinner?” You asked trying to act normal. “It was ok, how was your evening?” Your eyes wandered to your bathroom door before you shrugged your shoulders. “Oh the same as always. I eat ice cream, watched a movie and continue to read my book.” You explained smiling at her. “What happened to your cheek and neck?” She asked and you inhaled sharply. “I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous but something fell down and I was too lazy to stand up, so I accidently hit my check on my night stand.” You explained trying to sound convincingly. She nodded and began to smirk. “And what happened to your neck?” She was now grinning at you and you looked at her in shock. “Mom.” You exhaled and she laughed at you. “Is he here? Maybe hiding in your wardrobe?” she asked and looked around your room. “No mom, he is not here and this is awkward.” You sighed and shook your head. “What? You think I never meet up with my boyfriend when my parents weren’t home, when I was young?  And I have hid my boyfriend from my parents more than one time.” Your eyes widen in shock. “Okay mom, this conversation is over.” You mumbled hiding your face in your hands. “Okay, I will leave you alone.” She said getting up. “And Y/N? Hopefully you used protection. I don’t need grandchildren running around my house.” She said pointed to your bra lying on the ground. “Oh god mom, get out.” You shouted and she left your room laughing.
After a few minutes later Monty came out of your bathroom, smirking. “Why are you smirking? My mom almost caught us.” You whispered meeting halfway. “Your mother is funny.” He whispered laughing silently. You smiled at him sarcastically before rolling your eyes. “Just joking, babe.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on your lips. “So, you had too much sugar, huh?” He asked smirking down at you. “You are my sugar, baby.” You whispered, pulling him into another kiss. He smirked into the kiss, before deepening it. You break the kiss and shoot him a smile, which he returned. He began to slip into his jacket. “You are leaving?” you asked playing with the hem of his shirt. “I don´t think it would be a good idea if I stay over. Your parents don’t know I´m here.” He whispered smiling and you nodded absently. “Your mom called me your boyfriend.” He stated this time more serious. “Actually she talked about her boyfriends.” You countered and he nodded. “You don’t want me to be your boyfriend?” He asked, avoiding your gaze, he seemed almost shy. “You were the one who told me you aren´t the relationship type.” You whispered trying to look him in the eyes. “But what if I changed my mind?” You looked at him surprised but slowly began to smile. “And what made you change your mind?” You asked and began to smirk. He rolled his eyes and pulled you into a kiss, giving you the answer to your question. “Okay.” You whispered, against his lips after he breaks the kiss. “I will go now. See you tomorrow?” He asked moving toward your window and you followed him. “Yeah.” You mumbled and pulled him into a hug. He kissed you one last time before climbing through your window.

For the rest of the night you couldn´t swipe that smile off your face.

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  • do not be worried about what people think of you
  • when it’s over, leave.
  • im such a sarcastic bitch
  • go ahead. do your worst.
  • im senseless
  • too fucking cute for this
  • enjoy the silence
  • everytime you smile at me i fall in love over and over again
  • it’s awful to want to go away
  • no words can explain the way i miss you
  • my heart talks about nothing but you
  • i cant and i dont to want see another thing
  • millions of stars in the sky, but all i wanna do is stare into your eyes
  • is there no way out of the mind?
  • they say i act like i dont give a fuck, i tell them im not acting
  • if you think of pulling the trigger, keep in mind that I could still shoot first
  • three word story: pain changes people
  • i don’t need a Valentine, i need Valentino
  • i’m all yours i got no control
  • lets do what we love and do a lot of it
  • have the courage to follow your heart
  • i’ll never be good enough at anything
  • i like the storms, they let me know that even the sky scream sometimes
  • you can dye your hair, buy new clothes, you can change your shoes, rearrange your nose but it don’t change the fact that you’re ugly on the inside
  • i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck
  • if you never shoot i’ll never know
“Traditions” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Carl Grimes x Reader, Maggie and Glenn x Adopted Daughter Reader

Summary: When you and Carl sneak out of Alexandria to “explore”, you find more than you bargained for in an abandoned house.

Warning: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, implied smut, language, angry parents lol

Originally posted by monasax


“Are we still meeting up tonight?” You ask Carl as you hold Judith, bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“Yeah. We just have to be more careful this time. My dad almost caught me sneaking back in last time.” Carl says, taking Judith from your hands.

You and Carl had been dating ever since you got to Alexandria, and ever since you two got here, you’d sneak out a few times a week to go “exploring” outside of the walls. More often than not, you’d end up just going to the cabin that was a few miles outside of Alexandria to have sex, but occasionally you two actually went exploring around the abandoned neighborhoods. It was sort of a tradition now.

“I’m surprised I haven’t got caught yet. Maggie and Glenn are always up at random hours of the night for god knows why.” You respond. You and your parents were a part of Rick’s group ever since the beginning, but they had gotten killed during the attack of Hershel’s farm. Ever since then, Glenn and Maggie have acted as parents towards you, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“Probably because they want to wait until you’re asleep to-“

“Ah, stop there.” You put a finger to Carl’s lips, making him laugh. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.” Carl said in a mocking tone, repeating what Maggie had once told the two of you when she had walked in on a rather heated moment.

“Ah, shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes.

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