#pinterest had the nerve to suggest it to me

[mediocredoots]

legitimately just saw some dudes dick on pinterest. wtf are you showing me how did that get on there????

[msnmnt]

Teach You

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A/N: This is sort of a part 2 to Lay Your Love On Me which you can read here. Again, this is by no means perfect and feedback is welcomed but I hope those who suggested a second part enjoy 🥰 If you have any more requests (smutty or not) please send them in!

Summary: Contains smut! Mase teaches experienced reader to please him. That’s it really - enjoy! 🩶

Your smile was wide as you watched Mason chatting away with some of the staff and young adults from the charity, the awards evening having been such a success.

Your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend joking away, clearly making everyone feel comfortable. His kindness and how much he genuinely cared for people was one of the things you loved the most about him. How soft and sweet he was. You had never encountered a man as gentle as him before.

And God, did he look hot this evening.

His hair had grown out a little, he had left his facial hair to grow and now had the slight stubble look that you loved so much going on, and he was dressed smart in a suit which had of course been tailored to fit him, shaping his body so perfectly.

You couldn’t wait to get him home.

You hadn’t been able to keep your hands off Mason the entire taxi ride home and as soon as you were back at his house, he was more than happy to indulge in your advances. He quickly led you up the staircase and it wasn’t long before he was softly pushing you back so you fell onto his bed, throwing his blazer off and loosening his tie before climbing on top of you and reattaching his lips to yours.

When you wrapped your arms around his body and pushed him gently he got the hint, rolling you both over so you were on top of him.

You straddled his body and moved your head to nuzzle into his neck, sloppily kissing underneath his ear just the way he liked, the way that was guaranteed to have him a weak mess before you, throaty moans escaping his slightly parted lips.

You pressed your crotch down onto his, your lips twitching upwards when you felt his hardness evident from under his suit trousers. You lightly grazed your teeth to the spot you had been working at on his neck, knowing he’d struggle to cover them tomorrow but neither of you caring, far too caught up in the moment.

You softly sucked and nipped at the skin before leaving some wet kisses to the area, eliciting another moan from him. You were so nervous about what you were about to do, but his moans were music to your ears and helped your confidence to continue.

As you pushed his chest so he was led flat against the bed, Mason was taken aback by the boldness of your actions. His cock twitched in the constraints of his trousers as he watched on, taking in your body which was clad in just a black lace matching underwear set, your long evening gown having been removed by Mason practically as soon as you got home.

Your fingers worked to undo the buttons to his shirt and Mason was quick to help you out, peeling it from his body and discarding it along with his tie and trousers. He returned to his previous position and you begun to pepper soft kisses to his chest, leaving a trail of pink prints of your lipstick.

You felt your nose lightly graze up against his body hair as you got lower and lower and your kisses came to a halt as you reached the waistband of his boxers. Taking a breath, you swallowed to try and bring some moisture back into your throat which had gone dry from nerves.

Looking up at your boyfriend, he looked so beautiful, his head propped up so he could watch what you were doing, his honey eyes dark with lust for you to continue. You tried to hype yourself up. You could do it.

You dragged his boxers down his legs, gulping as you came face to face his cock that stood tall and proud, the tip pink and leaking with precome already.

Suddenly you felt overwhelmed. You had never been this close to it, and it felt very intimidating. Your cheeks warmed as Mason looked down at you expectantly, his eyes dark, cheeks flushed mouth slightly agape, and the reality that you didn’t know what you were doing hit you.

The colour drained from your face and you gulped, your gaze still fixated on it. How were you going to fit that in your mouth?

Mason, being the attentive boyfriend he was, noticed the change in your demeanour straight away, and his heart dropped at the thought of you feeling like you had to do something you had changed your mind about.

“Angel, are you okay?” He reached down to grab your face, his thumb moving to softly caress your cheek and you couldn’t help your bottom lip from trembling.

As soon as Mason saw your eyes glisten, he was quick to sit up.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What’s happened, baby?”

You shook your head, feeling silly as the tears in your eyes begun to cloud your vision.

Mason put his hand out, encouraging you to come and join him at the top of the bed, which you did.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know that?”

His thumb swiped at the stray tear that had slipped down your cheek, and you nodded your head knowingly. All the nights Mason had spent with his head between your thighs and not once had he asked for anything back, wanting to wait till you made the move so he knew you were completely comfortable.

“I want to, I just…” You sighed, feeling silly. “I don’t know what to do, okay? I don’t know what to do and it just got a bit intimidating, you know, being right there all big and in my face.” You felt your cheeks blush but Mason just chuckled, his ego booming at your words.

“Oh, princess.” He cradled your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “If you still want to I can teach you?”

“Teach me?” You repeated and Mason nodded.

“I can tell you what I like, you can see what you like doing. There’s no pressure, y/n, none at all.” He gave you a genuine smile.

You nodded, appreciating his softness as ever. “Okay.”

“Come here.” Mason’s big hands gripped your body, bringing you to lay next to him.

His lips were soon on yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and you parted your lips slightly to let him in. His tongue licked at yours and mid kiss, Mason reached down to grab your hand, startling you at first but you soon relaxed.

He moved his body slightly so he was led more flat on the bed to allow you better access to him. He guided your hand to him and you wrapped it around him before he enclosed his on top of yours, tightening your grip on him. “Nice and tight, yeah?” You clentched your legs together, the feel of him warm and hard in your hard mixed with his words turning you on.

“Just start off by stroking up and down, try and get a feel for it, find a rhythm.” He spoke confidently and he guided you for a little while before dropping his hand and letting you work him on your own.

You continued your movements, slightly slower than Mason did, cautious not to hurt him by squeezing or moving too tight.

You watched on intensely as Mason’s head lulled back into the pillows, little groans leaving his lips every so often and spurring you on.

Mason completely basked in the feel, allowing you to get comfortable for a few minutes, finding your rhythm. The feel of your hand fucking his cock making him wonder how he had gone without your touch for so long.

Mason bought his hand up to wrap around yours, bringing it to a stop. You felt worried, like you had done something wrong, till he fluttered his eyes open and gave you a lazy smile.

“You want to have a taste now, angel?” He dragged his thumb down your lips, your bottom one making a noise as it popped back up. You nodded. “Go get comfy between my legs.” He planted a soft kiss to your forehead and you did what he said, settling yourself back into your previous position.

“Start by giving it some kisses, baby.” His tone was the perfect mix of confident whilst not being stern enough to sound like he was ordering you about, putting you at ease.

You cautiously wrapped your hand around his base, trying to pluck up the courage to do as he said.

“Where do you want me to… umm…” you stumbled your words. Mason tried his best to compose himself, overwhelmed with how turned on he was just from having your face so close to him, your breath lightly fanning him as you spoke.

“Wherever you want, baby.” Mason did his best to make you feel comfortable and you softly touched your lips to his shaft before hiding your face into your arm.

“This feels silly.” You blushed and Mason chuckled, eager to make you feel comfortable and continue exploring him.

He reached down and used his hands to brush back the hair that had fallen over your face. “Why don’t you just try wrap your lips around the tip baby, see if you like the taste.” Mason stroked at your hair to keep it back out of your face and you repositioned yourself, face dangerously close to his cock once more.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, cautiously stuck your tongue out and licking at the tip, tasting some of the precome. Mason immediately let out a moan at the feel of your mouth finally on him, and you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy that you had make him feel like that already.

You traced your tongue over the tip, licking up all of the precome. You pulled away to take a swallow, the taste unfamiliar, salty and strange, but it was Mason, and that made it okay.

“Shall I, um, shall I start now?” You hesitantly asked.

“Can you spit on me baby?”

“W-what?”

“Just need to get it nice and wet, here.” Mason reached his hand down to you and you looked up at him completely confused. “Give me some spit, baby.”

You looked at him as if to say are you sure, but when you saw the look on his face and noticed how heavy he was breathing, you gathered some saliva in your mouth before obliging and spitting into his palm.

Mason was quick to move his hand to give himself a few strokes, spreading your spit all over him. “Now just give me your hand and do what you were doing before.”

You wrapped your hand around him, Mason gave it a tight squeeze before releasing it and allowing you to take control. You resumed your hand motions from before, easily gliding up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm.

His lashes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the feeling of you stroking him, till you came to a stop, needing his help for your next move.

“So, do I have to put it all… in?”

Mason’s cock twitched at your innocence.

“No, baby.” He tried his best to compose himself. “Just start with the tip and work your way down, then come back up.”

You hesitantly begun, your lips cushioning around the head before pulling off him. You continued your movements, gradually taking more and more into your mouth.

Mason’s heart was beating rapidly, his chest moving up and down and his breathing heavy. You pulled off him, eyes wide as you looked up at him for any kind of reaction. Your heart fluttered seeing him all flustered, his cheeks rosy and his chest rising rapidly as his gaze was fixated down at you.

Mason tried his best to gather himself. “You -, baby, is everything okay?” He said, wondering if he had missed something.

You nodded. “Just checking I was doing okay.”

Mason groaned softly. “You were doing so good, baby.” He ran his hand over your hair, smoothing it over your back which made you shiver.

Seeing him so flustered gave a boost to your confidence to wrap your lips around his tip once again, slowly bobbing your head up and down.

Your hand was still, tightly wrapped around the base of his dick, and you flintched when you felt Mason’s hand on yours.

He guided your hand up to just below your mouth, moving your hand with each bob of your head. You soon picked up what he wanted you to do, moving your hand in sync with your mouth as you sped up your movements till Mason dropped his grip.

“Fuck, princess - just like that, just like -“ he managed to moan, cutting himself off with little groans and mumbles of your name. You squeezed your thighs together as you tried to not think about the wetness that was pooling in your underwear, instead focusing all your energy into bringing Mason to his release.

This time you sunk your mouth down a little further than before, your nose brushing up against his pubic hair as the grasp of your throat made Mason moan out your name.

Mason lightly tugged your hair into a ponytail before using one hand to pull it back, holding it together with one of his hands. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as your mouth worked so perfectly on him, and he got a little carried away as he bucked his hips up slightly, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around him.

Straight away Mason lowered his hips, his hand dropping your hair as you pulled away, gasping to take a breath as your eyes watered slightly.

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean-“

You quickly managed to get your breathing back to normal, your hand finding its place wrapped around his cock once more as you returned to your movements from before, not wanting him to feel bad.

“You - fuck, you okay, princess?” Mason mumbled out as you continued to stroke at him, giving him a nod.

“‘m fine, I promise, Mase.” You bought your head back down to his cock, your breath sending a tingle up his body.

You took him into your mouth, quickly returning to your pace of bobbing up and down. Mason groaned at the feel of your mouth all warm and wet and working him to perfection, the feeling of your tongue running up and down him.

“Look so pretty like this, baby. So gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.” His dirty words went straight to one core and you suddenly wanted to bring him to his high more than ever before.

You loved how vocal Mason was, making you feel relaxed and confident during this new experience. You hollowed your cheeks, your pace becoming a lot faster than it had been as you felt his hand tangle in your hair once more.

“Baby, oh fuck.” Mason threw his head back as you ran your tongue over his tip, your hand working what your mouth couldn’t reach. “Can you look at me, princess?” You purposely fluttered your lashes as you looked up at him, the sight of him struggling to keep his eyes open as his chest rapidly moved up and down. “I’m gonna - fuck, gonna come… can I, can I come in your mouth?” He wanted nothing more than to feel your lips around him as he reached his high, especially seeing how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself now, but he still needed to check that was okay with you.

You moaned around his cock, giving him confirmation it was fine and the vibrations just made his high approach even quicker.

You kept your pace steady, your hand stroking where your mouth didn’t reach, your tongue running up and down his shaft as you quickened your pace ever so slightly.

You felt Mason’s grip on your hair tighten and his cock twitch in your mouth, warning you before he could that he couldn’t hold off his high any longer.

“Shit, gonna come, princess. You gonna be a good girl and swallow it for me?”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and lashes fluttering at him again as you took him as deep as you could, the sight pushing Mason over the edge as he spilled into your mouth for the first time.

You struggled to swallow it all, the feeling foreign and strange but you managed to get most of it apart from a little bit that spilled onto your lips.

You backed off, using your thumb to swipe at the liquid on your lips, licking it up which made Mason moan as he calmed down from his intense high.

You sat up on your knees, nervously looking on as you awaited Mason’s reaction.

“Fuck, that was -“ He exhaled. “You did so good, baby.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his praise.

“I’ll just go to the bathroom, clean my teeth and-“

Before you could get up, Mason reached his arms out to grab your body, pulling you down to you were laid next to him on the bed.

Mason’s lips met yours, the kiss rough and needy and taking you by surprise as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the taste of himself on you, loving the taste of him on his girl.

“You’re not going anywhere yet, baby.” He rolled you onto your back, caging your body in with his. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[beomcoups]

here's to forever (the athlete)

summary: today is the day you finally marry your best friend

genre: fluff, suggestive, 18+ warnings: mentions of sex (hoshi wants to pump some babies into you), mentions of pregnancy words: 0.9k AN: Thank you, @horanghater, for looking over this for me. Every year on the anniversary of the OG fic, I always end up writing another part about their lives since they met. I'm becoming a real yearner. Anyhoo, I decided to go ahead and make a series master list because I am sure more will come, lol. -series masterlist

“I love you.” You rub Soonyoung’s hand with your thumb as he holds back tears, standing before the officiant, his football coach. You just married the love of your life and best friend in front of your family and friends on a large farm in the country. You exchanged heartfelt vows in front of one hundred people on the estate, with the birds singing in the sky and the geese swimming happily in the lake. So far, this day has been nothing short of magical, with those six little words sealing the deal. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Soonyoung pulls the veil over your face and kisses you with a fervent need that sets your nerves on fire. Everyone and everything disappears for a second, but it doesn’t matter; you got your dream guy. Your fingers intertwine with his as you finally break apart, met by the thunderous applause of your guests who watched you become one with your now husband, their approval and joy palpable in the atmosphere. Soonyoung waves your hands triumphantly in the air as you walk down the aisle, flashing your wedding rings with pride for everyone to see. You haven’t seen him this proud since he won his first Super Bowl. Two and a half years later, with two more championship rings added to his collection, his eyes have never shined brighter. Soonyoung leads you away from your guests, taking you down a short path to the lake's edge. When you looked at venues, you found this place while looking through Pinterest, falling in love with the green pastures of the farm and the shining crystal-like waters. Soonyoung didn’t care where you married as long as you were his wife by the end of it. But when you took a trip out here and looked at the place in person, you both knew this was where it was meant to be. With the sun shining through the ivory clouds, it was almost as if your dads were looking down and giving their blessing.  

“We did it, babe,” you revel at the scene. “It’s you and me officially.” 

“Darlin’, you and I were official from the day we met. You just didn’t know it yet.” 

You chuckle and lean into him because, honestly, he is right. You were interested in him the first time you met; you were in denial then. You always swore you wouldn’t be one of those journalists who mixes business with pleasure, yet here you are, marrying the said pleasure. Life works out funny that way. 

“You look so pretty, baby,” he murmurs as he pulls you close. “I can’t wait to get out of here and pump some babies into you.”

“Same here, baby,” you kiss his lips. “We might be a little late on the baby part, though.”

Soonyoung looks at you curiously as you reach into the secret pocket of your wedding dress. You had it sown in secret when it was tailored initially to keep your lipstick in if you needed to freshen up or had anything else in mind. But a couple of weeks ago, when you went for your routine check-up, you found out you were ten weeks pregnant. You and Soonyoung talked about kids, and you both want them; this will be earlier than you both planned. It explained why you felt lethargic lately and the smell of anything nauseated you. You weren’t sure how to tell him, so you carried it around just in case the opportunity arose. Now is the time. 

Holding up the ultrasound, you hand him the black-and-white photo of the baby growing inside of you. He studies the picture, then looks at you and your stomach, the dots connecting in his brain. You nod, confirming what he is thinking: you will be having his first child. 

“Aww baby,” he whispers. “You’re pregnant.” 

“Mmhmm,” you nod as you wipe his tears away. 

He kisses you again, this time sweeter, more tenderer, and full of emotion that he can’t convey in words. You naturally melt into him, feeling safe and secure that the future you two have will be bright. Soonyoung has always said he loved you more than anything, but that’s not true. You love him more. He made you believe in love again, protected you when you needed it, and showed up when you needed him the most. You never felt scared to share your thoughts with him, and even if he didn’t understand, he listened and tried anyway. He never tried to take your spotlight. He respected you and made sure others did, too. Soonyoung brings an array of colors to your mundane world that you hope never goes away. God, you love him so much that it hurts.  

“Well, it makes sense why you weren’t drinking the champagne last night,” he muses. “You love champagne.”

“Y-yeah,” you sniffle. 

A comfortable silence falls between you two, taking in the moment as you watch two geese embrace one another. If someone had told you over three years ago that you would be marrying thee Kwon Soonyoung and having his child, you would have laughed in their face. But clearly, the universe has a sense of humor. 

“I want to keep this between us,” you say suddenly. “It’s our first child, and I want to hold on to this a little bit longer before family, friends, and the media get a hold of it. You already know how it goes.”

“Of course, baby,” he readily agrees. “Whatever you want.”

He kisses your forehead, leading you back to the photographers so you can start taking pictures. Your makeup artist brushes up your makeup, and unbeknownst to you, Soonyoung gazes at you from afar, watching you with so much pride and love in his heart. The sun shines brighter as if it’s reflecting the future you will have with each other. 

Here is to forever.

[lovezella]

The Witch Westeros

CHAPTER ONE - sneaking in a castle

disclaimer:

I do not own House of the Dragon nor the Scarlet Witch and her powers. Credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.

gif not mine, I got it from pinterest.

this fanfic does not follow the plot of the series nor its books. storyline belongs to me.

note:

as promised, here's the chapter two! i am so sorry for leaving this ff discontinued but i lost my motivation in writing and continuing it, so i hope y'all forgive me😭 and ofc, the suggestions for the love interest is still open! that's all, thank you xx

warning:

mentions of wound and blood but that's all (i think) NOT EDITED!!

Rhaenyra Targaryen paced around her chambers with a frown on her face. She was angry, sad, and betrayed. Her son, Lucerys, has been missing for three days and no one knows where he is or if he is alive. His dragon, Arrax, arrived wounded at the castle without his rider this morning and Rhaenyra’s paranoia grew. Her eldest son Jacaerys wouldn’t rest and flew with his dragon all day to look for his brother. Rhaenyra had soldiers roaming around King’s Landing and where he was last discovered, in hopes that they would find him.

Her son Joffrey’s name day is to be celebrated tomorrow but she couldn’t find it in her to celebrate while her second born son was out there missing. Alicent had suggested to have a gathering in honour of Joffrey’s name day, despite the young prince’s protest of not wanting to celebrate without his elder brother. Her father, Viserys, couldn’t have a say about it since he’s currently bedridden because of some sickness— that her uncle Daemon seems so sure that it was the greens’ doing.

Rhaenyra sat on her bed and sighed. She hoped that her son was alive, if not, she prayed for the one who caused his death that would receive her wrath.

-x-

You were used to not getting enough sleep in the past. Often staying up, staring at the ceiling and thinking of your family and ‘what ifs’ invading your mind. However, tonight was different. You shifted on your side, pulling your blanket up to cover you more as you pondered the events that can occur tomorrow.

When you saw a floating body on the waters yesterday, you never imagined it would be a prince. Maybe a commoner, a soldier harmed from a war, or even a pirate—do they even exist in this world? Hell, you don’t know,— but a prince? If you were to waltz into the castle with the young prince who was declared missing, you might—no, you will get into more trouble.

You let out a groan, rubbing your face tiredly. There goes your plan to lay low until you find a way to go back to your universe. Sighing, you gave up trying to sleep and went down to the kitchen, hoping baking will help you ease your nerves.

Tomorrow is going to be fun.

-x-

Lucerys Valeryon woke up with the sun beaming on his face, the distinct sound of the waves from outside and the fresh smell of bread making him realize where he was. He winced as he sat up from the soft bed he laid, rubbing his torso and arm where a cloth wrapped around his wound. He looked down and softly sighed, seeing the blood seeping on the cloth. Lucerys mustered up the strength to stand up and walked to the kitchen, ignoring the shooting pain on his muscles each step he took.

The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up, seeing the young prince you took in last night staggered in.

“Dear, you should be in bed!” You fussed, meeting him half way and guiding him on a stool. You tsked, grabbing another cloth to rewrap his wounds. “How are you going to heal if you are not resting?”

Lucerys shook his head, “I’m alright, my lady. I don’t think I can handle being in bed for too long.”

“Such a stubborn boy,” You sighed, focusing on your task in hand. Lucerys didn’t reply but stared at the dozen plates of bread and dishes on the table. You finished wrapping his arm and torso with a cloth and saw his gaze at your table.

Your face flushed from embarrassment, “I…I cook and bake when I’m nervous.” you explained, throwing the bloody cloth away, “It helps me get my mind off of things.”

Lucerys smiled lightly, thinking of his brother who does the same thing with training when he wants a distraction. “There’s no need to be ashamed, my lady. My brother does it too. He drowns himself in training to distract him from his duties or well…everything.” You stare at him with a light smile, seeing the warm look on his face as he talks about his brother.

You stood up to fetch him breakfast, grabbing two plates from the table which consisted of scrambled eggs and bacon and a piece of butter toast— all you made from scratch. Since this period is lacking supplies you needed to cook, you decided to just conjure some from your magic. No one would know, and if they do, you can just erase their memories. Easy as a pie. You placed the plates on your living room table since you can’t eat at the kitchen table, and pushed Lucerys’ food to his side. Lucerys stared at the plate in front of him with a confused look on his face.

“My lady, I do not mean to offend you, but…what exactly is this?” He asked, hesitantly picking the fork up.

You chuckled and waved a hand, “Don’t worry, Luke, you didn’t offend me. That is scrambled eggs, bacon and butter toast.” You hoped it was enough for him as you were sure he eats more grand foods growing up.

“That is quite…peculiar.” Lucerys raised an eyebrow, “I have never heard of such a meal.”

You paused as you were about to take a bite. Shit, you forgot people from this era are used to eating just bread, fruits, and wine in the morning. “It’s a traditional meal from my home.” you quickly came up with an excuse, “Meals like this are common when we break our fast.”

Lucerys accepted your answer and took a bite of his food, eyes widening as he chewed. “This is delicious!” he exclaimed once he swallowed. “I should visit your home country if the food is as delicious as this.”

Not knowing how to reply, you just chuckled and nodded. You both ate breakfast in silence, caught up with your own thoughts to make a conversation leading to an awkward silence. You cleared your throat, “I was thinking that we should visit the castle once they finished the celebration. In that case, we would not be causing a ruckus and you can get to your family safely.”

“My lady, if I may,” Lucerys started, “I…I want to attend my brother’s name day.” You purse your lips at his words. You had figured he would say that and already formed a plan to sneak you both in.

“I can make it happen—” You said, and the young boy’s eyes widened in delight, “—But we have to do it discreetly.”

“And how, my lady, are we going to do that? I thought only invited high borns are allowed to attend? Are you a high born, my lady?” Lucerys couldn’t help but ask. Your house doesn’t exactly scream noble or rich to him, but he wouldn’t say it out loud. Although, from your looks, posture and manners, some can mistake you as one.

You chuckled, seeing the curious look on his face. You know he doesn’t mean any offense, he’s young and it’s normal for him to be curious. “No, but I can be very convincing.” You winked, subtly making your eye flash red. Lucerys didn’t seem to notice but trusted your words enough. After all, you did save him.

“We leave tonight, is that alright?” You asked, gesturing to his wounds. Lucerys nodded furiously, excited to see his family.

-x-

The moon shined bright and the streets were alive as ever for the celebration of the prince’s name day. Lucerys and you strode to the castle with hoods up to cover your faces. As you approached, a wheelhouse passed through the open gates before it snapped shut. Knights stood by the side; one was staring at you and Lucerys with a suspicious look.

Lucerys tugged your hand, “Perhaps we should just leave. We won’t be able to cross them.” his eyes nervously looking anywhere but the knights.

“It’s alright.” You squeezed his hand and walked confidently to the knights. “We’re here for the gathering.” you said with a smile.

The knight scoffed and said, “High borns only, lass. Your kind is not allowed here. I’m not letting you in.”

Lucerys glared at his offense but you tugged his hand, silently telling him to stay down.

“Oh, but you will.” You tilted your head, your iris turning red and with simple magic, the knight was under your control. “We are from House Maximoff, will you let us in?”

“Of course, my lady.” The knight said in a monotone voice. He shouted orders and before you knew it, the castle gates were open.

[mclarensangel]

Wedding Bells

please pretend that all the dresses are the same, that the skin colour and other items match your own and that the men look like max. I love you all.

All photos are from Pinterest. All usernames were made up on the spot I don't actually know if they're real usernames or not. Might make this a series, let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged!

warnings: weddings, nerves, money, some suggestive comments.

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-> maxverstappen1: thank you charles!

ynverstappen: officially changed the name! couldn't be happier to marry the love of my life. I love you so much Maxie, and I can't wait to love you for the rest of our lives. mijn man.

maxverstappen1: I will never get sick of calling you my wife... Mrs Verstappen. ik hou van je, mijn vrouw

-> ynverstappen: ik hou van je

-> landosmiamiwin: congratulations to my parents!

-> Yabadabadoo: when will it be my turn

valteribotass: sleeping on the highway tonight

-> landonorris: same

-> sweetcornsbestie: LANDO?💀

carmenmmundt: Estoy muy feliz por ti, tu boda fue hermosa. mi mejor amigo

-> ynverstappen: gracias mi hermosa mejor amiga. Te amo. Thank you for being my MOH

-> carmenmmundt: yo también te amo <3 It was my honour

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alexandrasaintmelux: Félicitations belle fille!

-> ynverstappen: Merci mon ange! Thank you for being my bridesmaid!

-> carlossapendix: I'm gonna need these wedding photos ASAP

-> maxverstappen1: they're coming just wait!

If, at 18, you had been told that you would be marrying the Formula One driver you were obsessed with, you would have laughed. But here you are at 25. Surrounded by your friends and family, as you get prepared for your wedding. Carmen, your maid of honour, was currently in the makeup chair, whereas your mother was in the hair chair. One of the photographers was capturing moments between some of the bridesmaids. And one of the videographers was interviewing one of the bridesmaids for the wedding video. You were sat in a comfortable armchair watching it all happen around you. You weren't nervous to marry Max, you were however nervous about everything going right. And as if she could sense your anxiety, one of your bridesmaids, Alexandra, came over to sit in the chair next to you. She already had her hair done, and was next in queue for makeup.

"feeling anxious?" she asks, taking a sip from the prosecco glass she had been holding in her hands.

"I'm not nervous to marry Max, it's something I've been waiting for this day since he proposed. I just want everything to go right. And I'm really hoping that Max doesn't have some Red Bull uniform on underneath his tux" you giggle, taking a small sip of your water.

"If Carmen has anything to do with it, everything will go perfectly. I think even the wedding planner is scared of her" Alex responds, the pair of you glance towards the planner who is hurriedly writing something on the checkboard she was holding whilst repeatedly looking up anxiously at Carmen. Both of you look back at each other, before bursting into laughter. Silence falls comfortably between the two of you as you sit and absorb the atmosphere. And before you knew it, you were in the hair chair, whilst Alex was in the makeup chair.

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shootingstarphotography: here are some getting-ready shots for our clients Mr and Mrs Verstappen! Enjoy

-> ynverstappen: thank you all so much! These photos will be posted all over our house!

-> maxverstappen1: I agree with my wife, thank you both so much. I'm going to get ALL of these framed.

-> shootingstarphotography: thank you for having us, the food was delicious as well!

ynverstappen and maxverstappen1 have shared a post!

iamstupid: these are so beautiful I'm actually going to cry.

-> lilysgolfclub: RIGHT! I'm obsessed, look at her!

ynverstappen and maxverstappen1: we wanted to show you some more of our photos. If you would like to see more, we're more than happy to show them!

oscarpastyboy: I didn't think I could become any more obsessed with these two, but then they posted these photos and I'm in love

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the moment you began walking down the aisle to Max, you were overwhelmed with the feeling of love that radiated not just from him but all your guests. Your parents were walking you down the aisle, and Max was standing nearly in tears at the end of it, his best man, Lando, stood just behind him smiling and his groomsmen were behind him, their smiles almost as big as the grooms. Your bridesmaids were waiting for you, each and every one looking stunning in their dresses as a light breeze passed through their hair. Your maid of honour, Carmen, was standing nearest to where you would be stood, the proudest smile on her face. As the music began to play, everyone let out a soft laugh. Max had believed you were coming down the aisle to one of Charles's piano songs, however, you had worked with him to have the F1 theme tune played on the piano to make Max feel happier. You smiled at Max, before placing a hand in the elbow of each of your parents as you made your way almost too slowly down the aisle. You wanted to run, to get down there and marry the man as quick as possible, but you remained in your parent's embrace until the end, when both parents kissed your cheek before taking a seat.

Handing your bouquet to Carmen, you turned and grinned at Max. And the tears in his eyes, made you tear up too.

"you look beautiful schat" he whispered, loud enough for you to hear.

"And you look so handsome, Max" you responded.

"I can't wait to show you what I've got on underneath" You smirked at the teary-eyed man forgetting that you both had mics attached to you. Max's eyes widened before squeezing your hands, trying to stop the flush from his cheeks being too obvious to the crowd.

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shootingstarphotography: with the consent of our stunning clients, we have decided to post some more photos of the Verstappen wedding. Enjoy!

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ynverstappen: we can't thank you enough for these beautiful photos!

-> maxverstappen1: you will always have consent to post the beautiful photos of my gorgeous wife

-> landonorris: simp 😬

-> maxverstappen1: says the single man.

-> ynverstappen: TELL 'EM MAXIE

-> hulkenboy: your honour, I love them

Before you knew it, You and Max were walking back down the aisle, ready to sign the wedding certificate, with Carmen and Lando as your witnesses. You were officially Mrs YN Verstappen. Your dreams have come true in the best way possible.

"What are you thinking about schat?" your husband asks

"how unreal all of this feels. I can't believe you're my husband. I remember the very first time I met you when you were the second driver for Red Bull" You responded turning to face him. He laughed, responding "Don't remind me of those days"

"you'll always be the number one to me" you spoke, leaning up for another kiss before the wedding planner or someone else would pop up to take you away to somewhere else.

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shootingstarphotography: as mentioned beforehand, here is a continuation of our most recent client, part one of their reception

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landonorris: congratulations to one of my best friends, on the wedding, their reception and on their love.

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ynverstappen: thank you Lan, enjoy the party!

-> maxverstappen1: she's the only one I'm ever going to marry, so I had to make it perfect. Thank you for coming mate, and thank you for being my best man!

-> landonorris: I'd do it all over again for the pair of you

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As you and Max sit at the sweetheart's table, you're able to overwatch everyone. Everything had gone perfectly, the cake cutting, the entrances, even the speeches. And it was nearly time for your first dance with your husband. What everyone didn't know, not even the maid of honour or best man, was that you both had been going to dance classes to make this perfect. The pair of you sat there, content, holding one another hands as you absorbed everything in.

"I'm surprised you haven't had a Red Bull yet" you teased.

"Who said I haven't?" he joked back. He opened his mouth to say something else before he was cut off by the announcer.

"I would like to welcome Mr and Mrs Verstappen to the dance floor for their first dance. The music will be played live by Charles Leclerc and it is a song written especially for this moment" The man spoke loudly despite the microphone in his hand. You turned your head quickly to look at Max, as this wasn't the song that you had prepared. "don't worry schat, I made sure whatever song we practised to was the same tempo, it's going to be as perfect as you" he spoke calmly before standing up and offering you his hand. You graciously took his hand, smiling at him as he led you to the dancefloor. Once the pair of you stood in the middle, the piano began to play, filling the room with its soft notes.

This was perfect.

maxverstappen1 has posted!

maxverstappen1: final post for today. Here is the final moment of our first dance. I will treasure you always my love. thank you for marrying me. forever and always.

ynverstappen: thank you for marrying me, mi corazon. forever and always.

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IMAGINE: denying having feelings for Remus due to your social status and ending up accumulating said sentiments to the point of inner distress.

[Young]Remus x reader

MUST READ BEFORE ENGAGING

Sweetest strangers, what you are about to read is an incomplete part of a more detailed and elaborated work. This is therefore only the incipit of what I had in mind. I will continue and conclude this project if it is appealing to the readers. This is also my first attempt at publifying my own work (but not my first time writing lol).

Bear in mind, English is not my first (or even my second) language. Inevitably so, you are going to encounter some questionable mistakes. Feel free to express yourself and offer suggestions/corrections. Any sort of criticism is welcomed with open arms.

ATTENTION. I’m not very keen on the idea of anyone copying my work. So, in the possible late future, if this one-shot is ever duplicated and posted on another platform by another user and you happen to discover it, please alert me. Your help will be greatly appreciated.

WARNINGS: this is not edited. Remus does not appear in this part yet. No smut, angst, fluff ect. Short chapter (kind of).

take a moment to admire the beauty of this otherworldly man.

[ pictures from pinterest ]

| Andrew Garfield |

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Petrificus Totalus. Better known as the Body-Bind Curse, a spell so easy to perform yet so disregarded by many members of the wizarding community. Containing the might of paralyzing one’s victim, it robs their ability to even slightly move and leaves them with only the fortune of breathing. Petrification, when concerning oneself personally, is not something to value lightly.

You didn’t believe such an implication until five seconds ago because it was the precise definition to describe the state of your being in the exact moment his words reached your ears.

‘Cannot afford to have raised a failure.’ His explicit words.

Petrified you were, indeed.

Your mother, being the perfect example of an infallible wife as she was, had quickly taken the matter in her own hands upon taking note of your horror-stricken demeanor.

‘’There is no room for doubts, dearest.’’ She started, ‘’She has our blood running in her veins, after all.’’ She concluded rather assertively with a proud yet elegantly humble smile. Her brief statement seemed to have assured your father adequately enough, as he returned to his food after his features meshed into an imperious look upon the mention of his bloodline.

Your mother’s confidence, however, did nothing to soothe your nerves.

In the past eleven years you’ve spent living under the roof of your parents, you've made peace with the fact that both your parents and their families deem themselves with some quite lofty values simply for descending from a blood line of pure wizards and witches. What made them superior to those who didn’t share their same fate, you could not fathom but you’ve learned, rather brusquely over the years, to not question it - at least, not in their presence.

Nonetheless, never would you have imagined your father to believe you unworthy of remaining a part of his lovely, condescending family due to your sortation in any house other than Slytherin.

Therefore, the idea of failing to amount to the height of such an intractable expectation petrified you to your core.

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The second strike of petrification fractured your brain’s functions a week later, at the King’s Cross Station. Not a few moments after you had woken up, your parents informed you of their suddenly busied schedule which caused their absence on a day of such importance. As they could not accompany you for reasons unknown to you, you were to be chaperoned by Mrs Pearl.

It was bad enough as it was to realize what petrifying fate awaited you back home in case of your very first, and assumedly your last, mistake: not being sorted into Slytherin; but even worse having been left under the care of your house maid on the very beginning of a new chapter of your life. A very significant chapter at that.

Now, you had nothing against the poor woman but it did raise the question: what was possibly more urgent that led your parents to leave you alone on this very day?

A part of you was obviously crushed to think perhaps their affection was only superficial but then you were relieved to not hear your father rattle on about how disappointed he’d be in case the worst was to occur.

You had written about your concerns to your brothers, one of which, the eldest of you three, only accentuated your anxieties by emphasizing the importance of your family’s prestige while trying to not appear harsh, and the other didn’t care much to put effort to cease somewhat of your ‘nervousness’ (as your eldest brother defined it) with useless sweetening assurance.

You tightened your grip on the tiny cage which entrapped your newest companion, unable to hold back your surprise as you observed a huge mass of people rushing from one side to the other.

Today was supposed to be . . . well, not so unpleasant.

What was purported and meant to be a rather animating moment briefly turned into something unsettling.

‘’Miss?’’ you turned, startled by your maid upon hearing her voice. ‘’Yes, Mrs. Pearl?’’ you managed to utter, eyes still wide from the overwhelming urge of evaporating into thin air, and hugging closely the uncommonly small bird cage.

‘’I’d be pleased to offer further assistance, should you require it.’’ She said with motherly concern pointing towards your luggage.

You lightly exhaled before gifting her an infirm smile ‘’Thank you, Mrs Pearl. But I’ll be fine from here on . . . I think.’’

She nodded subtly and handed over your luggage without, however, attempting to leave her place. Still unsure whether to abandon you or not, she opted for the latter and waited patiently for you to get on the train. She departed only after receiving your weak wave once you had successfully loaded your trunks and other items on board and disappeared from her view in search of a compartment.

Your hunt came to a short halt after spotting a ghosted corner in the train.

‘’I guess it’s just you and me Boris.’’ You breathed out sparing a glance at your owl. He’s awfully quiet, he’s been that way since your brother brought him back from the shop almost a month ago. Although his ‘shyness’ (as called by your brother) suits precisely his size, at first, you associated his silence with fear. But after proving unable to establish some degree of familiarity between you, peace had to be made with his despise of the human race. Accepting your defeat in not obtaining the grand results you aspired to achieve and not building the bond one can hope to form with their pets, you just let him be.

As you settled in your seat, the reality of the present dawned upon you like a hungry shark eyeing its bloodied prey. You were finally going to Hogwarts, the only destination you’ve been preparing to reach your entire life. But one wrong step, one wrong choice, and you’d be disowned by the only family you’ve ever known.

What a fun and tragic day it would be.

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The next time you were rendered utterly petrified was three weeks after the sorting ceremony. Three fretful and restless weeks.

Thankfully, the sorting hat saw you fit to proceed on the same path of your brothers. Though, you were unsure whether it was your hidden talent or the silent pleasing that determined the course of your next seven years.

Normally, you were relieved to announce the news to your parents and had rushed to what now has become your dorm room - which you unopposedly share with three other girls - to compose a reductive letter that contained the thrilling information they were without doubt waiting eagerly to know.

You had thought your parents would be more than delighted to learn of your first successful accomplishment but you couldn’t help but detect a lack of joy from the silence they bestowed upon you for the last three abnormally long weeks.

If there was one quality your family had inherited from the generations that came before you, it was impatience. Your mother and father, as cold-hearted they might be, surely would’ve expressed their contentment by now if they were, of course, content with the outcome of the events.

You had given some thought into drafting another message in case the previous one hadn't been conveyed properly to its destination. But surely if your parents were curious to find out, they would've reached out. Thus, you had given up the hopes of a response to prevent your disappointment from turning into a form of sufferance.

So it did come across as shocking when Edith, your dormmate, made it known to you there was a strange, grumpy owl who'd been sitting calmly outside your window the whole day to deliver a letter destined to you. Of course, she only told you that after babbling on and on about how ill-mannered the owl was as it hissed at her for trying to feed it some treats (more likely pet it, you assumed).

You thanked her and apologized on the behalf of the feathery animal's owner. As you opened the window, one thing was clarified: the letter was definitely not from your parents.

For a second the idea of ignoring it seemed the most plausible. It gawked at you as if saying ’I cannot speak spells but touch me and you shall regret it.’

It was quite noteworthy the resemblance it displayed to its sender. You’d recognize that glare even in the blackest of nights.

‘’Has is it finally arrived?’’ Alice, your other dormmate, gushed skipping towards your bed, where you were currently seated holding the piece of paper whose contents are most likely to haunt you for the next few weeks.

‘’It’s from my grandfather.’’ You stated in disbelief.

‘’Oh.’’ Alice frowned before continuing, ‘’Well, don’t just sit there, open it. It must be important. My grandfather never writes to me unless it's an emergency.” She said, taking a seat beside you.

“That's why I haven’t heard from my grandparents in forever . . . thankfully.’’ She added scrunching her nose and pulling a weak smile out of you.

One thing you are grateful for since your arrival is Alice’s enthusiasm about anything and everything. She was extremely chipper, for a Slytherin obviously, and didn’t let anything bother her. You two are polar opposites in that regard but she has a way with people for which everyone seems gravitating towards her. You, in particular, hold great appreciation for her cheerful aura which constantly interrupts your perturbed train of thoughts.

She was right, though, your grandfather wouldn’t have bothered to pick up the quill unless it was urgent.

Your grandfather was unquestionably the most daunting and scary man you knew. But more so, he hadn’t conversed with you since the ripe age of five which could only mean one of two things.

One: something terrible has happened;

Or

Two: you’ve done something terrible.

You reluctantly pulled out the parchment from the envelope, deciding to give less thoughts to your gut sense.

Y/n Y/l/n,

It is with my deepest displeasure that I must write to inform you of the sorrowful events which took place following the day of your departure for Hogwarts and which have led to the disappearance of my dear son and his lawful wife. The Ministry is encountering difficulties in solving their inquiry and providing the justifications for this unfortunate occurrence. Therefore, it is not within my powers to reveal the cause of this incident. Your brothers have already been notified, for which, rest assure, your attendance back home is not required. You must resume your studies with regularity and continue producing excellent results to avoid humiliation for your family's name.

Sincerely,

Y/GRF/N Y/l/n

Alice had enfolded you into a tight embrace, as tight as she could with her tiny arms, when the water started to pile up in your eyes.

You did not know what was more petrifying; your parents' sudden disappearance or the calmness that evidently was radiating off of the scribbled phrases.

Or perhaps it was the fact that withholding your familial reputation weighed more than seeking comfort for what might be the permanent loss of your parents.

Whatever the reason, the negligible societal expectation for which you were burdened for by none other than your own family was in and itself another form of petrification.

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Over the course of your short, endurable life you had become quite familiar with the term ‘mind your own business’ whether it was pronounced with irritation from your brother or owed to the lack of answers which infuriated your mother profoundly.

Hence, after a deep observation of your grandfather’s accurately elected words and a great sum of unpleasant sobbing, you only thought it convenient to create distractions as a source of assistance to ignore whatever ‘inquiry’ was being held back home in your absence.

Sadly, the said distractions included a large amount of school books and a strong cognitive state of alert that kept you occupied for the longest hours.

That was until, following high achievements, your strength withered and simple dedication to your work was no longer effective.

Then came along the first E of your academic career, followed by one more, inflicted upon your already tormented soul by the kind professor Slughorn.

When asked about how you could prevent such a shameful grade to appear ever again he simply suggested not to give it much thought as it was by nature a solemn outcome of your hard work.

Of course, his advice was merely words floating around your ears but never reaching the brain. So what was to be done now? Ask for help. But who? Friends you hadn’t many and that less that you had wouldn’t have provided any serious service.

The only logical step was now to be a social butterfly and disturb someone else’s peace as well. Someone sweet enough to grant you their precious time.

That someone just happened to be a gryffindor.

Thanks for reading.

to be continued . . . (should it be continued? let me know)

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Hear Me Out

Author's Note: I want to do the hear me out cake trend but I don't have anyone to do it with so...hear me out. I'm sorry I suck at describing actions/reactions of people I will do my best or use pictures I can find and gifs and this one is basically all dialogue (photos not mine, found via Pinterest etc credit to creators)

Summary: It is no special day in particular but you and Jin are having a sleepover and both have a sweet tooth so you think it will be fun to play the Hear Me Out Cake trend you've seen online lately on live

Warnings: none really, suggestive flirting?, you and Jin are just so goofy

Characters: Friend Jin! x Friend Reader! (the fandom ships you two)

"Hi Army~~," Jin gives his smile with the dimples as he appears to be talking to himself in your bathroom mirror in the bathroom in your room. The door is open and you're waiting for him with the cake you had bought on the bed. A red velvet with vanilla icing and you were waiting patiently. There's no way you'd ever finish this whole cake alone but Jin was here and you really wanted to do this trend. You wait patiently, sitting with your feet tucked under your butt and throw on his jacket he had tossed on your bed earlier because you're cold and to calm your nerves about being in a live video for the fans, despite it being your idea as well, you bring the sleeves to your face and inhale deeply

"I'm at YN's house for a sleepover and we wanted to play this game she found and I thought ARMY would have fun-oh, this is her bathroom, she manic cleaned it earlier-," he spins to show them your bathroom

"I didn't know what to do with my hands!!" You call out and he laughs

"So yeah, we are in her bathroom"

"Jin~~~, will you come on to the bed?"

"Ope, she's always begging me to come to bed~," he gives a little smirk and makes his eyebrows jump

"Shut up, you know I like cuddles," you whine as he comes out, "and this is her bedroom, we are having a sleepover, and that's right, but I'm sorry ARMY Y/N is my cuddle buddy only," he starts showing them and immediately stops. "That's bad posture, stop sitting on your legs. It is bad for circulation and you're short enough already," he scolds in his stern voice that he obtained in service. "Yes sir~," your tone and your eyes grow dark and sexual within seconds as you salute him and follow orders; if eyes could smirk, that was what you were going for. "And no, I like to cuddle anyone as long as they aren't stinky, I cuddle with all of the guys"

He gasps and feigns shock and disgust, making that face where he moves his neck back and scrunches his nose, "boo, you whore"

"Cootie queen"

"Who you calling a cootie queen you lint licker~?" You both say in unison and can't not laugh. "Okay, show them your jammies and the cake and we can get started"

"Okay, this is my jammies," he angles the phone to show the top of the set he wore in Jimin's birthday vlive and some grey sweatpants, he turns the camera to the cake, "what was it again?" "Red velvet with vanilla" "Yummy-hey, you're wearing my sweater again!" "Yeah, and?"

"It's cute, it's so big on you~, that's why you shouldn't sit on your legs like that, you're almost 30 and you're four foot nine. Stand up, show ARMY," you stand up and he helps you sit back down so your clumsy ass won't fall on the cake then he lays half on the bed, his top half, so his head is by the cake. "So ARMY, YN begged me to come to bed with her, and there is cake," he winks

"Will you come on?" You laugh and he sits beside you and sets up the camera so you could both have both hands available

"Good?" "Yeah" "K, got your characters?" He nods and grabs his sticks from your other side, having to lean all the way over your lap to reach, you clear your throat, "while you're down there~," you laugh when he glares up at you. "Keep asking," he warns. "Oh, you like me to beg~," you fake pout with your bottom lip and your eyes and he's trying his damdest to keep up the act but he's cracking and so is his smile, but he raises back up to be sitting next to you and you grab your sticks from the night stand. "Do we have nuts?" You ask without thinking. "We're on vlive your name"

"I meant walnuts or pecans! For the cake!" He laughs at how flustered you are, "explain the game to them"

"You know better than me," he reminds you

"oh right, okay, so, Hi ARMY," you wave and smile, "so um, I-Ive been seeing this game people are playing on tiktok, it's the Hear Me Out Cake, you pick unconventional characters that you find attractive and put them on sticks and take turns saying hear me out and sticking them into the cake and then you eat the cake but I thought it would be fun and we had a sweet tooth"

"Good job," he pets the top of your head, "she was nervous ARMY, claps for YN," he claps

"Thanks, who goes first?"

"You first. How many were we supposed to have each?"

"I don't know," you shrug, I guess we can limit it for times sake.....10 each?"

He simply nods.

"Okay, for my first entry, hear me out," you place your first stick into the cake, Dean Winchester, "I thought I would start off normal," you try not to laugh, "he's a human dude...... usually"

"Okay my turn-usually?"

"Well technically he's now a spirit traveling through the multiverse but he's also been a demon a few times, an angel, a ghost,uhm," you think and use your fingers trying to remember everything Dean Winchester has been and Jin looks at you simply blinking like the blinking guy gif

"Okay, my first entry, hear me out," he sticks his first one in, it's Blake Lively

"I get that," you nod, "is she unconventional though?" He shrugs

"okay, next, hear me out," you stick your next stick in, a certain Big Hero 6 character

"Tada~shi~!....get it?" You giggle and he's staring at you

"HE IS DEAD!"

You laugh, "I'm sure his friends can find a way to bring him back and I can make arrangements with him and his girlfriend, your turn"

He shrugs, "Fair enough," he sticks in his next stick, it's Emma Watson, at this point you see he didn't understand the assignment but you tap his shoulder, "I understand buddy, bless your heart. Hear me out," you stick in Flynn Rider

"You know YN, I'm honestly surprised you haven't put a woman in yet," he laughs at Flynn Rider, "I get his one," he says. "See~ and patience. Flynn gives you vibes really hard"

He thinks for a second and makes a 'you're not wrong' face, adding his next one, Zendaya

"Oh hells yes," all you can do is agree and nod and he laughs

"Hear me out," your next contestant is John Rolfe

"I'm not saying I don't understand, but most people say Team John Smith, please explain"

"John Rolfe left her and John Smith showed her things she had never seen before, they genuinely enjoyed each other and and when he was changing her like people like to say I could see he was doing it thinking she was enjoying it and otherwise he wouldn't have"

"That's.....really fair actually"

"And he's cuter," you shrug as he sticks in his next one, Fran Dresher

"Omg!" You excitedly stick in your stick that has her and Mr Sheffield on it, "they were my first crushes ever! Well them and Uncle Jesse on Full House"

"Wo~~....if we agree does the game end?"

"I think we can keep going if you want"

He simply nods, "so who should go next?"

"I think you," he nods and happily sticks in a stick with Tom Holland and after laughing you nod in agreement, "he's adorable," you both say in unison

"okay, okay, hear me out," next up you had Stolas from Helluva Boss

His neck goes back as if he were a sassy flamingo, "what is that!?"

"oh, that's just someone who Stolas my heart~," you laugh at your joke and his confusion and he nervously sticks in Betty White

"Yes," is all you can muster as you're nodding and dying laughing and he leans on your back doing so as well

"H-H-Hear me out," you stutter as you try to breathe and stick in your next one, "are we still doing only ten?"

"Nah, we may as well use all of our sticks," you nod in agreement

"Okay," you take a deep breath and place in another one

"Eda Clawthorne from Owl House? Really?" He gives you a look

"That voice just gets me hot in Cleveland," you shrug and he has to hide his face and laugh at the pun and gives ARMY a finger to say hang on a second before he wipes a tear slipping and sticks in Yennifer from The Witcher games

"We're just going to agree on all of yours I think, you good? You're crying," you laugh and he gives you a thumbs up as you stick in your next one, Gruncle Ford and Gruncle Stan. Jin looks at you and gives you a face that just says for a speechless person, 'please explain'

"They're great gruncles, and Ford especially is packing in more ways than one"

"Fair enough," you thought bless this man's heart as he sticks in Rapunzel from Tangled and you clap, "hey! It's me!" He smiles at you and you stick in someone you didn't expect him or anyone else to recognize, Charles Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie

"Any father issues you want to talk about?" He asks recognizing him

"Talk about? No," you laugh, "just be thankful and go"

He checks the comments, "We are all judging you"

"That's fair," you shrug and he sticks in Ella from Ella Enchanted

"Yes, I've heard you out and yes," you nod, "Can I put in multiple characters at once of they're all from one thing?" He nods and you stick in Sebastian Michealis, Agni, Pluto and Adrian from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

"You know, I really wish I had the ability to not agree with these," he sticks in Clifford

"CLIFFORD, now you have to explain"

"Apparently my cuddle buddy is cheating"

You shake your head, "wait, the cake is only so big," you count how many have been put in and he stops you

"Let's just use all of our sticks"

You nod and look at the sticks in your hand, "if I have two different characters from two different shows that have very different personalities but are the same actress should I put them down together?" He thinks for a second and nods, "for times sake yes," he yawns and you smack him and follow suit, sticking in Breann of Tarth from Game of Thrones and Principal Weems from Wednesday; still yawning he gives a thumbs up of approval and tries to say something but you can't understand.

"Huh?" "I said yes, perfection"

"Agreed, absolute perfection," you giggle and he sticks Black Widow

"Oh Captain Obvious-"

"I know you aren't saying I'm wrong though"

"Touche, you aren't wrong, hear me out-I've got five from Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra...." "Just choose one" "Okay, it's a obvious choice really," you poke Uncle Iroh into the cake and he looks at you, you feel the judgement burning through you from his eyes

"....Just.....pre or post prison Iroh?" He asks facepalming

"the fuck you mean or?"

He can't even fathom a response and dumbfoundedly adds in his next stick, "Dr Doofensmirtz

"I agree with all of yours~," you whine and he smiles smugly, you add in Eve Best

"Just for clarification, is this the actress? Eleanor OHara or Rhaenys Targaryen?"

"You have no idea how turned on it makes me that you know about Nurse Jackie, I have to choose?"

"Yes," he smirks

"Fine, to avoid the incest and death by dragon, Eleanor," you laugh and he adds in the News Anchor fish from SpongeBob

"Bro what the fuck!?" You start dying laughing

"You know I like fish!!" He laughs after pretending to be defensive

"Okay, I have a few from the next show but for the sake of space and time, I'll only use two of them, guys I'm sorry we have so many," you apologize to the ARMYs watching when you remember they're there

"Theyre loving it," Jin reads the screen and whispers to assure you when he senses you getting nervous and you nod and add Rumpled Stiltskin, both the human looking one and the other, and the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time.

"okay seriously, do you need to talk? Are you okay? Do you need therapy?"

"What for?" You ask innocently and he shakes his head, "I only got a few more," he sticks in the Corpse Bride

"I have a Tim Burton character too!" You had Edward Scissorhands and his face looks horrified, "I let Agni slide because he would be able to be gentle and aware of his power but Edward would slice you to pieces!"

"Aww, you're protective of me~," you tease and he blushes and lets you add in your next one, "aww~ poo~ the cake is getting full and I have more~," you pout as you add the last of your sticks that will fit, Ghoul from Fallout

"He has admirable traits," Jin nods, "you can show them the rest"

"Okay, I guess I got over excited. Okay," you show them, "so hear me out," you hold each one up as you say the names, "Sully from Monster's Inc, Mr Kim from Kim's Convenience, and these two last but certainly not least Chef from the live action One Piece and Nurse Joy from Viridian City in Pokemon Indigo League"

"Jin, hello?" You snap, he was frozen just staring at you

"ARMY, I am afraid. Cast a vote, should I a)run, b)accept that YN is a freak and stay to eat the cake or c) seek help for YN after I eat the cake?"

You roll your eyes, "So we know Jin can't match my freak anyways, let's eat. Slice for ARMY, and a slice for mwah~, and a slice for 'fraidy cat here," you wave and end the live, smashing his slice in his face

[plussizeappreciationfics]

One shot: Going over the lines

Requested?: yes by @queenofstarsign85

Request: Hello! Could I please request a one shot tom hiddleston x light-skinned black reader? The reader is an actress who has a major crush on tom, they know each other for a year and he also likes her too. They prepare to work together in the series the night manager where he plays Jonathan pine. And she Costars with him in the series, she plays his love interest. While going over their lines and pretend sex scene real feelings are revealed, with spicy smutt and fluff :) thanks!

Warnings: INSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

Images found on Google/Pinterest

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom asked, his breathing heavy as the two of you stood in front of each other, only bathrobes covering your bodies. The two of you were standing in his bedroom, nervous yet excited as the two of you had decided to try and act out the intimate sex scene for the second season of The Night Manager.

Of course the two of you wouldn't be having real sex in front of the camera, but the two of you would be complete naked. Tom first had thought that his suggestion would be inappropriate, fearing that you would think that he's a creep. But to his surprise, you agreed as the two of you knew that acting out the scenes would be very awkward.

"I am sure, we both signed the contract. It's our job" you added at the end and smiled nervously, hating that you didn't have the nerve to voice your real feelings.

It had been known that Tom and his fiancé had broken up a while ago and were raising their kid in harmony, everyone knew that Tom was also one that put his blood sweat and tears into his work and didn't like mixing his private life into the matter. He had done it a few years ago, and wouldn't dare to make the same mistake twice.

That was until he met you, of course. But the British actor didn't even think about pursuing you. He kept his feelings hidden as he feared the next heartbreak would be the complete end of him. At the same time, Tom hated how his feelings for you only grew by the second you spent with each other. Your beauty, your grace and your personality had the poor acting dreaming about you, yearning for your love and body.

"How do you want to start? We know the lines and the first intimate scene starts with you straddling me..." Tom's cheeks gained a light crimson color as he watched you let out a shaky breath before gently pushing him onto his bed and straddling his lap.

The two of you were already breathing heavily, staring deeply into each other's eyes while you felt the tension shift. You were lying if you didn't pretend to feel your sex slowly getting wetter as you gently grinded your hips against Tom's.

"Is this okay?", you gently asked while staring down at his lips, the urge to kiss him overwhelming you.

"Yes", the actor quickly breathed out, his strong arms wrapped around your thick waist while you continued grinding yours in a slow motion that made both of you get hotter and greedy by the second.

"I-I've been wanting to actually do this for a while", you had surprised yourself by voicing your inner thoughts. Tom's eyes widened in surprise before surprising you by cupping your big butt cheeks, squeezing the softness and letting out a soft moan.

You couldn't help but moan with him, "Me too" is all the actor responded before pressing his soft lips against yours, devouring them while moaning into your mouth. His hard cock was now twitching beneath your clothed sex.

"Take me", Tom begged in between the passionate and longing kisses, his head spinning while he drank in every single delicate sensation coursing through his body. Your ego didn't allow him to repeat himself as you quickly wiggled out of your bathrobe and pushed his upper body against the soft mattress.

"Look at you", Tom gushed while breathing heavily, opening his own bathrobe while you helped with the lower part of it, letting out a soft moan at the sight of his hard cock, throbbing and waiting to fill you up. "God, I can't wait any longer", you voiced to which the two of you let out quick chuckles as you also had said your lines from the sex scene out loud.

"I am all yours, (Y/N). Body, mind and soul" the British actor promised to which you couldn't help but smile widely while you quickly straddled his lap again and positioned yourself right above his cock. You took it in your hand and gave it a few steady strokes, biting down your lip when Tom moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as a sign for you to finally make him yours.

You guided him to your already wet entrance and made sure that he looked at you while you slowly sank down onto him. "So big" you breathlessly moaned while enjoying the sensation of your inner walls being stretched out overwhelmed you.

A shiver ran down your spine once you had completely sat down onto Tom. His thickness pressing against your sweat spot while goosebumps covered both of your skin. Your hips began to move on their own, the motions making the two of you let out soft whispers of each other's names while making sweet love to one another.

Tom's hips thrusted themselves in sync of yours, groaning and gently caressing your body, from your tender breasts all the way to your big stomach. Your head was spinning as part of you still couldn't believe that you were finally acting out your deepest inner feelings. It was indescribable, the sensual sensations were overwhelming.

Your inner walls started to clench when Tom surprised you by flipping you over, you now lying on your back and the actor immediately placing your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you, his hips snapping fiercely against yours.

"Yes!" you cried out in pleasure while arching your back, the overwhelming pleasure rushing through your body like tidal waves while the delicious knot formed in the pit of your stomach.

Every push pushed you deeper into the mattress, your breasts were jiggling all over the place while the sound of your sweaty skin slapping against one another filled the entire bedroom.

It didn't take Tom long before he had you on the edge of the ecstatic cliff, your orgasm surprising you entirely. Your legs shook violently while your weak screams of pleasure echoed through the room. The actor couldn't help but stare down at the beauty that you are while his orgasm was just around the corner.

He grunted loudly and gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, his spurts of release filling you all the way up while your inner walls were still clenching onto his cock, milking him until the final drop had been spilled inside you.

You couldn't open your eyes as your high had left you completely powerless. Tom gently slipped out of you and tried catching his breath while he laid down next to you, scooping you into his strong arms and placing gentle kisses on top of your head.

"Sleep, my love. I am here" he whispered, making your heart flutter in your chest while you cuddled closer to him, not being able to speak a word as the emotions were overwhelming you.

[luna200418]

Hello (*^ー^)ノ

Today was great

I got new headphones, which makes my life a lot easier. I made so many Spotify playlists, too, so I didn't do any studying. I also slept during my calculus lecture, which is today's only lec. I finished foing the chemistry experiment calculations yesterday, along some calculus practice, but i barely hadany time for anything else.

But I did write a scene in the wip, which I don't know where it happens, but I saw a prompt on Pinterest, and it sparked an idea.

Here is the scene:

Ash

I adjusted the dress Titan gave suggested once again, taking a final glance at the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom. when I peek into the room, Titan is still on his bed, absently scrolling on his phone. He lifted hid head, as if sensing my presence.

"Come on out, show me the dress," he urged, a smile spreading on his face. He straightened, anticipation lining his face.

I press my lips together, suppressing a sigh. I walked out from behind the wall separating the room from the wardrobe and bathroom, feeling my nerves tickle my stomach. He's the only person in this entire world that makes me feel things I never thought I'd ever feel again. Vulnerable and exposed yet....safe and seen.

I stopped next to the dresser, thumbing the hem as Titan's eyes roamed my body. My cheeks heated up from his scorching gaze.

The simple red dress Titan had suggested for the dinner with his family wasn't just gorgeous, it complimented my lean shape and made my amber eye stand out more the the ice blue one, which is stunningly unusual.

Titan's jaw hangs slightly open, still looking at the way the dress is making me look.

"Say something," I mumbled, unsure of what to think of his reaction. No guy made me feel like this. Like it's not just my skills in bed mattered, not the way I made him feel. I was more than what the world saw when I'm with Titan. He knows the storms in me without looking, and he knows how to make them bearable if not calmer.

"You are breathtaking," he whispered, afraid to shatter what hung between us by speaking normally, but loud enough for me to hear. My breath hitched at his words. His grean eyes that had hunted me met my mismatched ones, my lips parted as he moved from his spot on the bed, coming to stand right in front of me. I can see the war in his eyes, between giving in to what he wants and providing what I need in this moment. And damn me if that doesn't make me fall for him a bit further. If thats even possible.

There's not enough air in the room, not with the way he's looking at me. Not when i can feel the heet radiating off of his body. A body I know very well.

He palms my waist gently, still at war with himself. A slow smirk spreads on my face. "Hands off," I cammanded, adopting the division leader tor eyes flare and he drops his hands.

"Ashley." His voice was rough, almost desperate. It goes straight to my core.

"I don't like to be touched without consent," I murmured, surging up on my toes, bringing our faces closer. "Am I clear, commander?"

"Fuck, Ashley." A low curse under his breath, enough to keep me going.

"Use your words, or you'll get nothing,"

"Ashley." He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a brief moment, before opening them. He's hanging by a thread. "Please, Ashley." His voice cracked under the weight of his restraint.

"Please what?" I am enjoying this a bit.

He groans, and I know if I look down, I'll see what's paining him. "Commander?" I whispered again, our lips brushing. Titan is staring at mine. "Say the wors, and I'm all yours."

His eyes snapped to mine, and in that moment, the war inside him ended. something close to raw hunger shining in them. "You are mine." He growls into my lips, crashing his on mine. All heat and possession, and the world dissolved around us.

[catsandpens]

Dance For You

Character: S.coups x reader

Seungcheol asks reader to dance for him

Fluff (more suggestive compared to my other work

Dance For You

It was one of the normal nights for you and Seungcheol. A night spent on the couch, enjoying each other's company. You both wanted to make the most of this night because it would be the last time you would see one other for a while.

Seungcheol is going on tour with seventeen and your schedule is just as hectic. With him being a part of one of the biggest boy groups and you being a well-known dancer/choreographer, it was bound for both of you to have very busy lives. You really didn't mind Seungcheol's absence; you were more concerned with his performance than with his absence, and he didn't mind your absence either; he was more proud of the fact that you were scheduling performances.

You noticed Seungcheol's gaze straying off somewhere else as you talked about the newest events in your life.

“Ok, what’s up” You asked, interrupting Seungcheols thoughts.

“Ahh.. Nothing” Seungcheol replies with a nervous smile.

“Come on Seungcheol, you got something on your mind , so you might as well just say it now or forever hold your peace.” You suggested with a giggle.

“Fine” Seungcheol cried in defeat.

“You’re like one of the best dancers I’ve ever known, and I know you danced for like thousands of people….” Seungcheol said as you nod, agreeing to every word he says.

“But you never dance for me.” he said with wonder.

“You’re right.” you replied with realization, slowly catching on what Seungcheol was going on about.

“So what about it?” you question the puzzled man

“I want you to dance for me.” he said in a direct voice.

You knew where this conversation was leading to but the request still put you at a pause.

“Right Now? I can’t do it right now, I have to prepare” You said in a panicked mess.

“No no no.” Seungcheol said, reassuring you.

You sighed in relief as Seungcheol laughed at your little episode. You both agreed to do your performance for him as soon as he gets back from tour, so you have as much time to plan for it.

Seungcheol was on tour, and you spent too much time looking for a song while he was gone. The tour was halfway finished by the time you chose a song, and the other half was spent learning the dance. Normally, learning a choro would take you a few days max, but you wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He deserves nothing but the best after working so hard.

The big day had arrived, and you had everything prepared, right down to the room, lighting, and clothes. Seungcheol texted you saying he'd be home about 8 p.m., allowing you time to go through everything again.

You soon hear seungcheol enter the home,as you put on your Outfit. “Hey Y/N, I’m back” Seungcheol yelled.

“Oh great, go to the room and take a seat on the couch, i'll be there in a minute.” You said

“Alright” seungcheol giggled

Seungcheol made his way to the room and made himself comfortable on the couch, staring at the chair in front of him.

*que music*

You slowly walked out the bathroom connecting to the room, heading to your position on the chair. Seungcheol's eyes were on nothing but you, watching every move you made. You began the choreography making sure to not let your nerves take over. You make eye contact with him to see if he was enjoying it and you can tell from the smirk on his face that he was loving every moment.

Your performance soon came to an end and you stood up to give a small bow to relieve yourself from the nervousness.

“That was freaking amazing!” Seungcehol said while standing up and clapping.

“ You like it?” You question him as he comes towards you with open arms.

“Of course I like it. Thank you so much.” Seungcheol said while holding close.

“ It was nothing” you scoffed.

“ Can you do it again? I want to record it and show it to the guys” Seungcheol asked with amazing attempt at puppy eyes

“Sure” you replied.

Seungcheol would not stop giving you compliments and asking you to teach him the choreography the rest of the night.

[izorazone]

the curse of the wife beater

a satire huening kai horror story because im insane

It was way past my bedtime. I knew that because my alarm went off hours ago. Despite this fact, I scrolled through my Pinterest mindlessly. My eyes tiredly glazed over the array of random Asian men the algorithm had recommended to me. I was just about to turn my phone off when something caught my eye...

A picture of Huening Kai. I mean, I had seen pictures of him before but... that tank top he wore made me laugh. "Wife beater" is what my friend Gloria called them. Someone as cute as him wearing something like that? Pfft...

I peeked at the clock, 11:21PM. It was getting late. I quickly saved the picture to my gallery and went to sleep, silently giggling to myself at the image.

I remember tossing in my sleep, I could hear Kai whisper in my ear. "You think it's funny? Wait to see what I have in store for you." I knew I was dreaming, but I swear I could feel his warm breath on my ear and his weight shift on my right side as he crawled into my bed to torment me.

I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to deal with this stupid dream anymore.

Sooner or later, the sound of my blaring Talk that Talk alarm filled my ears. I jolted up, rubbing my tiredness out of my eyes. I didn't want to go to school but I knew what I had to do. I ended up getting ready for school, nearly falling asleep about three times in the process. I quickly grabbed a container of yogurt and ate it quickly, tossing the container into the trash. I slipped on my shoes and left out of the door, beginning my on-foot trudge to my least favorite place on Earth. My backpack felt a dozen times heavier and my shoes felt tight.

When I was close to the building I swear I saw Kai across the street, staring dead into my eyes. But when I blinked, he was gone. Man, I should've taken melatonin. I walked into the building and shoved everything into my locker. I was already late and I couldn't waste any more time with my hallucinations. I grabbed my book and went to class.

I sat in my usual seat, next to Gloria. Soon, the teacher came in. "Good morning class!" I was already half asleep. "We have a new student today!" My head jolted up like the Black Mamba when it senses it's newest meal. Just when I thought my day was going bad enough.

A boy walked in..I have to be hallucinating.

Kai, that same wife beater that haunted my dreams on full display. I felt sick. "He's so cute!" Gloria practically squealed. "Are you kidding? He... I had a nightmare about him. And he's a Korean celebrity!"

I gasped awake, seeing we were in the middle of a lesson. It was just a dream. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Gloria asked, looking up from her workbook. She was already getting on my nerves.

"Yeah... It was stupid." I daydreamed throughout the rest of the lesson. Gloria said that she was gonna give me the homework answers so it didn't matter.

The school day went by fast, memories of the night before and my hallucinations disturbing me. When I went to the bathroom during the passing period, I saw him in the mirror behind me. At lunch, I was afraid to eat because I thought he had poisoned me. All of this was because of a random image I thought was funny.

I went back home, collapsing onto the couch. "Why is this happening? Am I going crazy?" I cried to myself silently. I took out my phone and went to my gallery, deciding to rid myself of this curse. All I saw was the same image, over and over again. I dropped my phone, the screen turning into a green web of cracks.

I screamed, panting heavily. "Honey, what's wrong?" My mom walked into the living room, a concerned expression on her face. "I've been hallucinating so bad today, Mom!" I yelped, grabbing onto her work scrubs since she was a nurse.

She allowed me to skip school for the rest of the week, but she sent me to a therapist. After hearing about my issue, the therapist suggested that I go to a mental health facility.

The facility blamed it on my phone usage. When I got locked in the room I looked down at the socks they gave me. Why have I been cursed? I thought.

I looked up. "You thought you could get rid of me that easily? Pathetic."

I cried for the last time.

SHOUTOUT TO MY BEST FRIEND @c0sm1c-f3l1n3 AND THE VOICES IN MY HEAD. (This isn't supposed to be well written it's just meant to be silly and stupid think 2013 Wattpad)

[writingsbychlo]

Could I ask you for some advice ? Would it be weird?

It may be long, so if you're not in the mood to read/give advice or if you don't want to, it's totally fine ❤️

For context, I went on tumblr and created an account on September or October 2023 ( one of those two months, I don't remember which one it is). Initially, I only went on this platform to read and access more fics since I could have a bigger panoply of choices than on ao3. I sometimes commented on some fics or liked them, but that was it. I never planned on doing more with my profile because I was only reading and feeding my imagination. I was kind of just here, on tumblr.

Eventually, it made me crave wanting to write fics and post stories/concepts that I had but didn't see any similar written. I am a daydreamer since I was little and always had a vivid imagination, writing allows me to express those thoughts and show others the world's that I'm building in my mind.

I have multiple questions...

-For starters, how do I upgrade my profile, how do I personalise it, make it aesthetic? How do I add pictures for the main page/ homepage..? ( Does my question make sense?) I don't want to be a blank profile. I literally have no idea how to personalize my account because I was previously only having it to jump in the fanfics.

-Also, would anyone see my fics and be interested in them? I feel like since there are so many talented authors ( which is an amazing thing btw!), having someone that only began wanting to write fiction on tumblr, not an essay or something practical, and who'se English is the third language spoken, would not attract readers. It may not even be that beautiful written or poetic since I do not have practice yet.

-How do you organize your time to write? I personally have no idea how and I have a lot of things with uni at this moment. How can you do it all? 😭

-Lastly, how the f can I protect my work against AI ?! It freaking discourage me and exasperates me that my writing can be taken advantage of and help improve something that I don't want to.

Thank you so much and I want to express how much I love your Mattheo fics!!! 🥰

hi! I totally get the nerves and the discouragement, don’t worry!

I would suggest that firstly, when you’re starting out, the biggest thing is tags! tag your works as much as you can, join events and write for them as theyll reblog (ie: @starfallweek which has just taken place, a lot of people use this to discover new writers, etc!) and staying consistent! I still have works these days that only get a few notes, and sometimes, it’s thousands! it’s all just based on algorithms, who sees it, and what readers are in the mood for! stick with it and you will grow, I promise!

as for AI, I can’t say anything about that. I try not to think about it to be honest 😅. and time management? couldn’t help you there. I have been so run off my feet with work, getting sick, and keeping up with uni lately that writing has been basically impossible! it’s about when you can squeeze it in, pressuring yourself to stick to a timetable never helps!

I can, however, advise on the aesthetics. I like to use matching colour schemes for a cohesive look, and I usually use a profile pic that matches my current interests, as well as colour scheme. I also like to just mix it up and use pretty pictures. use little emojis and links to masterlists etc. to keep things tidy, and have fun with it! play around and see what you like! I use pinterest for a lot of my images, btw!

I hope this helps! have fun and enjoy your hobbies, sending so much love xox

[toasty-bae]

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – cake - j.ᴄh

word count : 1.1k

content warning : a bit of mean!changmin. implied murder.

reader's pronouns : undefined.

character : ji changmin from the boyz.

proofread by none.

DISCLAIMERS : i do not condone such act that is implied in this drabble, nor i believe the member that i've wrote about would actually do it. this drabble is simply written for entertainment purposes and not to be taken seriously as this is only fictional; conjured with no ill intention. those who do not feel comfortable with what i have put inside the content warning are advised not to interact nor engage with this drabble. clicking the read more option means that you're responsible for what you're going to read furthermore.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – knock knock! 

changmin announced his arrival with some light knocking on your front door. his eager smile present as the thought of baking a simple– yet, delightful cake has occupied his head ever since you suggested the fun activity.

the ecstatic man has brought the adorable sprinkles and toppings you’ve mentioned, while you, on the other hand, prepare the basic ingredients the cake would need.

which is just plain flour. butter. vanilla extract. sugar. milk. oil. and egg. that you somehow didn’t have the latter right now. when changmin had asked you that you’ve got the ingredients ready and he only needed to buy the decorations. like, just thirty minutes ago.

then it occured to you that you, foolishly, thought that the egg you used for last night’s omelette wasn’t the last one. didn’t even bother to check properly, believing that you have enough eggs for tomorrow’s baking session. 

you should’ve checked everything when changmin asked you! now what would you tell him, to the man who's been sending you tons of pictures of those aesthetic cakes that he found from pinterest?? he must’ve expected a lot for today.

knock knock!! 

this time the knocking got louder as changmin called out your name with a hint of concern; that snapped you out of your trance in front of the fridge after rummaging checking one last time if there’s really no egg left.

you rushed to open the door, even before properly thinking of how to tell him; without having the posibility to irk him, if that’s possible.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked in a jiffy right after stepping a foot inside your home, his free hand cupping your face before rather roughly turning it side-to-side out of panic. when he didn’t find any sight of injury or something amiss from your face, he huffs then frowned.

“y/n! you got me worried when you didn’t open the door after the first knock like usual!”. “sorry changmin, it’s just... that..” you gulped, trying to think about an excuse but recalled how much changmin dislike liars.

you just need to own up to your mistake, and you know he won’t get so mad about it, maybe he’ll keep bringing this up to get you to do something for him just to tease you, but still, it won’t be that bad.

“..just what, y/n? speak more clearly.” his tone gets cold as he finds your dawdling to be quite irritating; albeit notably nerve wracking as his mind runs full speed thinking of the worst scenario on what you’ll about to say. one of them is you asking for a break up, saying that you’ve found someone better than him. which he has made sure that you won’t.

“i’msorrybutweneedtobuysomeeggssinceijustcheckedandidon’thaveany!!” your eyes tightly shut as your thoughts ran wild.

now you’re really gonna get it! you’ll make your boyfriend disappointed and this will probably be a turning point in your relationship! you won’t be able to find someone who is so perfect for you! ever!!

you expected a disappointed sigh, an annoyed huff, or even an earful scolding to come out of changmin’s lips, but there’s a genuinely amused laughter filling the room. what?

“seriously? y/n? you got worked up over eggs? seriously??” he asked as his laughter ceased, but not the amused expression on his face.

he wipes the tears that come out from laughing too hard while you’re left stunned from his reaction. he didn’t mind this adorable clumsiness of yours. in fact, he likes it, making you more gullible to his mischief.

truthfully, changmin had expected that at least you’ll miss one out of seven ingredients you claimed to have. that’s why he makes sure to ask you when he visits the grocery on his way here. 

which you replied the message confidently with a yes i do! it’s fine! just focus on finding those pretty sprinkles!!

he took your hand in his and guides you to the kitchen, where he had spent many times here with you. his light steps clearly shows how giddy he is right now. changmin noticed the ingredients you’ve set aside on the counter, you must’ve realized that you’re missing the eggs when arranging them huh?

he placed the plastic bag near them, then caging you between the counter with his hands both on your sides. humming a tune while looking at you with so much adoration. “you know i love you, right?” changmin whisper, slowly leaning in closer, eyes heavy on you as you instinctively leans away. a bit startled of course.

seeing how you didn’t answer immediately, he leans in even closer, forcing you to stay still as he hold the back of your head. “do you?” he pressed on before suddenly pulling your hair back, that makes you yelp out a quick i do! which makes the man smiled.

changmin then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before twirling your hair on his finger. “by the way, how’s mr.han doing? i believe he’s still up and going? still healthy, yes?” he questioned before giving you another kiss and leaning away to gaze at your flustered expression. you could feel the intensity inside those eyes of his. you love it.

you gulped before nodding your head, though a bit puzzled as to why he was asking your neighbour’s well being out of the blue. mr. han jisung, your next door neighbor who loves to blast out music in such ungodly hour. claims that he had soundproof his room and you're just being sensitive; his favourite excuse to use to those who come to complaint.

“great! then y/n, you don’t need to worry about having to walk to that far away grocery store,” his smile widened, “you know... i’ve actually predict something like this would happen!” he giggles, pinching your cheeks with enough force to make you flinched. how cute.

“so i’ve been surfing the internet, searching for some of the ingredient's substitute... and i’ve stumbled upon a rather interesting find. how about we try it!” changmin chirps, he stopped pinching your now red cheeks and reached out to pull the knife out from its rack behind you.

once it got into your sight, it clicked to you what would transpire today, on this supposedly wholesome sunday where you’ll spend it baking a simple– yet delightful vanilla cake.

you gulped. your smile now present as you reached to caressed changmin’s cheek lovingly with one hand, and the other to pull another knife like his.

changmin gave you a kiss; like always before the two of you went out to catch your meal’s ingredients. “shall we now?”

to think this won’t be happening if you checked the ingredients properly, but don’t blame yourself too much, after all, changmin makes sure you won’t have any the moment you told him your plan!!

[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl!Reader PART 8

part 7 is here

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This is 18+ bc smut, so minors please DNI!!!

Warnings for this series: does include formalized s*x work(cam girl obviously, & other forms also) bad cooking! So bad! The worst you've ever seen! Small fire(cooking related, but noone gets hurt) cursing, alcohol, sex, duh, mentions of cases at the BAU, crime, drama, shy Hotch, for this chapter specifically: Clarice being an absolute old bitch lmaooo also Clarice getting SLAPPED so... if I missed anything let me know please 💕

Shit pops off here lmao fair warning

Word count: 2.8K. I plan to make this fic a little longer so I'll be making the chapters a bit shorter but hopefully updating more often.

Denise greeted you at the door, her purple sequined dress fitting her tall, slender frame perfectly. You were glad Denise had suggested dinner at her place, sparing you the cigarette-laced meal at Clarice's home. Clarice would be the last to arrive, as usual, so you helped Denise in the kitchen, letting Dave and Aaron hang out in her living room. You two looked fit to be in the kitchen; you'd not changed out of your sundress and Denise looked like a sexy eggplant, stirring away at a sauce that she was burning rapidly.

"Please tell me you can help," she whispered, handing you a pan of tiny Cornish hens to be put in the oven.

"Girl, all this money and you can't pay a chef? Or get some cooking lessons?" You took over at the stove, Denise thanking you profusely for saving her ass while she poured you both a glass of white wine.

"Any idea what Clarice's emergency dinner is about?" If anyone would know, it was Denise. You two had an unspoken agreement that she played Devil's advocate with Clarice, getting all the juicy details of her master plans and delivering them to you over time.

"Aaron. Duh. She wants to make a spectacle."

You huffed, knowing all along that's why she wanted to see you. She just couldn't give it up.

"Of course. That bitter old hag doesn't know when to stop," you complained, turning abruptly when you heard the slamming of a door.

"The bitter old hag has arrived, and she has gifts!" Clarice announced, earning an eye roll from you and Denise.

"Great, because we need to talk." You dried your hands on the nearest towel, making sure to keep your tone steady, or else she'd eat you alive at the first sound of vulnerability.

"Talk, darling. Where is that fine specimen of a man you brought last night?" She was shamelessly scanning the room for Aaron, so you grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her attention back towards you.

"You listen to me. You keep your slimy paws off of Aaron. It's not cute. It makes him uncomfortable. If you make my man uncomfortable again, I will send you to the old folks' home and tell them you're mentally incompetent."

Her mouth went agape at your words, Denise howling in a fit of insane laughter at your promise. Your face never faltered, not once. You weren't going to play this game with her, not over Aaron. He was too important to you to lose.

"Oh shit," Denise sputtered, glancing between the two of you, trying to salvage the dinner she'd ruined while not missing a second of the show. Clarice was baffled, clutching her pearled chest in shock at your words.

"Is that any way to treat the woman who gave you the life you have now? I only wanted to see him because I brought him gifts, dear. You're going to love them!" Her icy tone made you feel anything but loved as she ignored your warning, running off to find Aaron and Dave before you could protest. It was no use, but the second she touched him, you knew you'd blow a fuse.

She had gift bags by the door that she was retrieving and heading towards the living room with, and instead of following, you took over at the stove so dinner was halfway edible.

"That bitch is really working my nerves," Denise whispered as she refilled your glasses. When Aaron rounded the corner with his gifts in hand, his face was pale and his eyes were averted to the floor.

"God, what has she done?" You whispered, stepping forward to check the damage. When you realized what it was, you had to grip the counter for support at the audacity.

3 framed photos of you from your website. You recognized them instantly; one was the very first picture you'd ever made money from. The second was a random photo that had more likes than you ever thought possible, and the third was one of the more recent photos you'd taken, stark naked except for a thin pink bandeau top barely covering your breasts.

"At least she chose good ones," Denise said cheerfully, trying not to show how shocked she was that Clarice would be so bold. You weren't surprised in the slightest, but your heart ached for Aaron. You'd never felt shame like this, and you couldn't imagine what was going through his mind.

"Don't," Denise warned when you calmly took off your earrings, sitting them on the counter behind you. You were seeing red, and if it had been a movie, this is the part where smoke would expel from your ears in pure fury.

"Too late," you called back to her, making a beeline for where she stood in the living room, Dave sitting awkwardly as she talked his ear off. You slapped her hard across the face, the satisfying whack! of her flesh beneath your palm distracting you from the sting it left. Before you could even ball a fist up and swing, Dave was grabbing your arms and dragging you back towards the kitchen.

"Alright Tyson, let's get you a drink," Dave let you go, asking Denise to pour you a glass of water. You sat at the table with your hands in your lap, waiting on Clarice to make you pay for what you'd done. When she sauntered into the kitchen, Aaron put himself between her and you, making sure that if she made one wrong move, he'd be able to stop her.

"Are you upset that I showed your little boyfriend what a prize you really are? You're so confident, Baby. Where's that confidence now, hmm?"

You were unsure of how to respond without making the situation worse for yourself, so you took every harsh word she had to say.

"That's what I thought. If you want any shot at a normal life, you better stop while you can."

She was gone as quickly as she'd arrived, the room in awkward silence until Dave broke the tension.

"I think they'd go well in your office," he nodded towards the framed photos, and Aaron cut his eyes at the man. You wanted to cry, but it was no use. She'd won for now, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You met Aaron's gaze for the first time since he'd shown you the photos. He didn't look happy, but if he was mad, he didn't seem the type to show it in front of other people. He stayed in his spot across the room, giving you a soft smile before he followed Dave back to the couch. Denise was pulling up a chair next to you, her hand on your shoulder.

"We'll get her back. Don't worry," she was just trying to help, but there was no getting back at Clarice. She'd make you miserable as long as she had the power to do so. You only saw her a few times a year, but each time was significantly worse than the last. This surpassed them all.

"He's pissed. I can tell."

"He doesn't really have a right to be, but I can see it too."

You shrugged, sipping at your water. You'd be pissed if you were in his shoes. You planned to let him be until he was ready to talk. He had his mind on being distracted, and you could tell by the ice clinking repeatedly into his glass that his mind was drifting further away from enjoying the evening and closer to forgetting.

"Denise?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your sauce might be on fire."

The kitchen was filling quickly with smoke as the fire alarm blared loudly, the two of you working quickly to extinguish it. Before you could stop her, she was opening the kitchen window and tossing the pot onto the street below. You waited for a scream, but instead, it clattered and bounced, landing on the opposite end of the street, the sauce still splattering against the pavement.

"Denise, where do you keep your brain cells around here?" You looked under the table and in the nearest drawers, Denise laughing hysterically from her spot in the window. Her laugh was more shrill than the fire alarm, the commotion over by the time Dave and Aaron were rushing to the rescue.

"Crisis averted! No worries, gentlemen. We'll be dining at The Playroom instead of a meal cooked by the two of us bozos," Denise announced, fanning the smoke out the window.

"What the hell did you two do?" Dave was opening windows, coughing as he and Aaron helped fan the place out. By the time you'd gotten the fire alarm to stop beeping, everyone was in tears from laughter at the retelling of what had happened.

"Is this what you learned from your cooking show?" Aaron asked lowly from behind you, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist to pull you in. As quickly as they were there, he was dropping them again, as if the contact might hurt him.

"I blame Denise. I was preoccupied." You tried hard to keep your voice steady, but the cold shoulder was difficult for you to deal with.

"We're leaving soon," he told you, and you nodded in response. You thanked Denise for the invitation to go out but explained that you wanted to find food and go back to the hotel. She was more than understanding after the events of the day, bidding you both goodnight and sending you on your way. Aaron clutched his photos tightly on his way to the elevator, a few steps ahead of you the entire time. You struggled to keep up with his fast pace, his legs much longer than yours.

"Hey, slow down for a second," he stopped abruptly and you ran straight into him, his arm breaking the contact before you collided with his body.

"I'm sorry," you sputtered, and he took your hand in his, remaining quiet on the ride down and the short walk to hail a cab. You rode in silence, watching out the window at the city lights that you'd not even gotten to fully enjoy. You'd been so excited to stay in the city; now you couldn't wait to leave.

Your heart was drumming in anticipation for what Aaron was thinking or feeling, his growing annoyance towards you a clear indicator of wanting to be left alone. When you climbed in and sat by the door, he stayed on his side, not bothering to scoot close to you. He was pissed.

You knew better than to say anything before you were in your hotel room, behind the security of the doors, so no one could see him dump you. You knew it was coming, and you'd been preparing for it since Clarice had walked through the door. Your heart was heavy, you were trying desperately not to cry until you reached the 12th floor.

You'd never gotten out of a car so fast, Aaron on your heels. The quiet was tense; the lobby was packed but you two had yet to say a word, and that was louder than anything happening around you. You leaned against the metal wall of the elevator, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. He stood opposite, almost mirroring your actions.

"You seem angry."

He nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll get over it," he said shortly, legs putting distance between the two of you before you could carry the conversation further. You didn't even try to speak to him when he stopped in the living room to pour a drink. You headed straight for the bedroom, closing the door so you could change and climb into bed. You weren't waiting on him. You knew he was embarrassed in front of his friend, but so were you, if not more. It wasn't his body on display for everyone to see.

Your head was in your hands, tears spilling over like a flood. You shoved your face in the pillow to muffle your cries so Aaron wouldn't come asking questions. You doubt he would anyway, but you didn't want to give him a reason.

You heard your phone vibrate, assuming it was Aaron asking you to come to talk to him. It wasn't.

Hotch: Are you busy?

You couldn't believe the nerve. He hadn't spoken to you in nearly two weeks; his bullshit was the last thing you needed. You blocked his number without responding, and before he could message you on your website, you banned his account, saying goodbye forever to the jackass that only wanted you when it was convenient for him. You wanted to cuss him out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a reply after what he'd done to you.

You knew sleep was impossible, so you flipped on the television, Aaron still drinking in the other room. You'd hear the bottle meet the glass periodically, knowing that what he was doing was his way of dealing with the shitty night. You wanted to believe things would be better if you just left him alone.

Dirty Dancing was on, so you got comfortable, making a pile with the pillows and settling under the duvet. You weren't sure how to approach Aaron without enraging him. As much as you wanted to join him and apologize for everything that happened, you were more afraid of making things worse.

You'd almost dozed off when he stumbled into the bedroom, knocking the small table by the door over in the process. You sat straight up on high alert, calming down a little when you heard him shush the table for falling and creep further into the room.

He was drunk, roaring drunk.

"Did I wake you?"

You shook your head, staring back at him. He was still dressed in his black polo, and the sight made you want to drool. Even now, red in the face and slurring his words, he was the sexiest man you'd ever known.

"Are you okay?"

He scoffed, kicking his jeans off, sliding a pair of flannel pajama pants on in their place.

"Can we just pause this conversation for when we won't be stuck together all night long? I'd rather not do this and then have to climb into bed with you afterward."

You gulped back the lump in your throat and pushed his pillows onto his side of the bed, leaving enough space that he wouldn't even have to touch you. You flipped the lamp off, leaving him to get dressed with only the glow of the television. When he crawled into bed, he rolled away from you, making sure his warmth was nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry, Aaron. I know you don't want to talk-"

"Then quit trying to talk to me. Leave it alone. Please, Y/N. Let's just get through the night so I can go home tomorrow," his voice was strained and you could hear how hard he was trying to avoid having this conversation.

"Okay."

You grabbed your pillow and headed for the couch, Aaron almost asleep before you could close the door behind you. You wanted to call Denise and ask if you could just come to stay with her, but leaving seemed like a worse alternative. Aaron made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in fixing things tonight, so you put in your headphones and paced the floors, trying to make yourself tired.

The sun was coming up, and your eyes had yet to close. You sat against the wall, staring out the window at the city below, trying to figure out how you'd fucked up so much in 24 hours. You were waiting on the sun to be out completely before you started the day; you weren't sure if Aaron still wanted to stay or go back to work. You were going to stay in New York, with or without him.

You didn't feel like writing in your diary. You didn't feel like doing anything. You were growing sadder by the second, Aaron's behavior had been so out of character for him, even if he was drunk. The sun came, so you decided to bathe and start the day.

You adjusted the shower to your liking, shuffling your music and climbing in. You kept the volume low so you wouldn't wake Aaron, terrified of what may happen if you did. It was the quietest shower you'd taken in a while, but it was peaceful, leaving you with your thoughts. You weren't angry with Aaron, you were just upset that he got drunk instead of taking the time to talk to you.

You hadn't slept, you hadn't eaten. You were cranky, and starving. Aaron had yet to budge, so you grabbed your bag from the floor and got dressed. You pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt, tossing your hair up before you ventured out to the streets below.

[anidalalover99]

Anakin and Padme modern AU Valentine's Day fic.

Anakin Pops the Question.

Photoshopped photo of Hayden and Natalie to the right below the gif is from devianart artist rosecrystals/ Shevia Soheyli. The other photoshopped photo I found on Pinterest. The gif I found on Pinterest.

For what seemed like the 10th time in a row, the young man withdrew the small velvet box from his suit pocket and flipped its lid, a radiant princess diamond engagement ring staring back at him.

An intricate design of angel wings adorned the band, a simple but sweet symbol representing what one particular woman truly meant to him.

"Will she say yes?

Will she say no?

I love her so much and want to spend the rest of my life with her. I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I want the honor of becoming Padme Naberrie's husband.

She is EVERYTHING to me".

A fellow patron of the lavish restaurant Anakin Skywalker was in passed by and reached the door to the men's bathroom when he saw the look of sheer terror on Anakin's face.

"Good luck dude".

As if he had been jolted by a sudden sharp pinch to his skin, Anakin flinched, coming out of his reverie. He remembered where he was and figured he had been standing near the small couch for longer than he should have.

"I hope everything works out," the man said.

A small smile struggled to reach Anakin's lips and the man nodded apologetically, as if he understood Anakin's turmoil before disappearing beyond the door.

Padme is going to worry soon and would no doubt start searching for Anakin the longer he remained practically immobilized.

But what if she, the love of my life, into her 5th year with me, rejects becoming my wife?

The meal recently consumed suddenly felt like it was churning violently inside Anakin, ready to be expelled from his stomach through his esophagus.

What am I going to do?

" Anakin,my love? Where are you?"

Anakin swallowed hard and quickly concealed the ring as his girlfriend slowly approached.

He ran a quivering hand through his sandy blonde mane while reaching out with his other to pull her close to him.

As nervous as Anakin was, he always took comfort in Padme's naturally sweet scent and calming aura.

" I was concerned something happened to you and so I came to see if you were all right. You've been particularly fidgety all evening", Padme noted .

She laid her palm on his chest.

" You can tell me anything my love. You know that, right?"

Anakin nodded and kissed her.

The couple began walking back to their table in the corner of the restaurant.

Anakin noticed the bill sitting atop the burgundy table cloth as Padme put on her coat and collected her purse.

" I finished eating while you were in the rest room and since your plate was empty too, I went ahead and asked for the bill. We can have something for dessert at my apartment if you like. There we can have more...privacy?"

Anakin's spirits lifted and dropped as another round of nerves assaulted his mind on how the night could end if he went through with his plan.

Though he couldn't resist returning her playful smirk at her suggestion.

" Whatever you want my beloved," he told her.

Anakin paid for their dinner and took his coat and escorted Padme out of the restaurant.

Anakin was driving them both back to her apartment and Padme kept her hand on his thigh during the entire ride to her home.

She could tell by his slightly labored breathing and the look he occasionally flashed her, she was having quite the effect on him.

" I have some ice cream we can share in a bowl", she offered.

Anakin smiled.

" I would love that angel".

" I love it when we have time to ourselves".

Anakin heard the distinct purr in her voice and bit his lip, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

He knew she was trying to help him relax from whatever was bothering him and he appreciated that.

Anakin, however, mentally cursed himself for not proposing to Padme at the restaurant like tradition and knew he had to find the strength to ask her sometime that night or he may never do it because the fear of her possible rejection would be too much for him.

" I couldn't agree more, my love", Anakin said.

Once they reached Padme's apartment and were inside, Padme kissed Anakin and offered him to make himself comfortable as usual.

She momentarily excused herself to change.

Despite having been in Padme's apartment on multiple occasions and sometimes spending nights with her, Anakin felt as if that evening was his first time in her residence.

He palmed the blue box in his pants pocket. The object felt heavier and heavier by the minute the longer he stalled.

He went into the kitchen for a distraction and retrieved a bowl and two spoons and scanned Padme's freezer in search of the ice cream she said she had.

Light Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl.

Anakin scooped some into a bowl and returned the ice-cream to the freezer.

He took the bowl and two spoons with him to the living room when he heard light foot steps drawing closer and closer.

" I am not sure what you're in the mood to...waa..."

Anakin couldn't finish his sentence.

When he turned Padme was clad in nothing but a soft turquoise lace lingerie dress, the hemline past her knees. Her chocolate brown curls were free from the bun that bound them earlier and cascaded down her shoulders.

His heartbeat accelerated a ten fold.

" This is your pajamas.? Not that I mind of course."

She smiled in response to his comment and chuckled when she heard him swallow.

Just breath, just breath, Anakin told himself.

Padme curled next to Anakin while he held the bowl of ice cream in his hand .

She reached for her tv remote and found a channel with light melodic music, allowing the soothing sounds to fill the room.

Anakin knew it was now or never after one bite of their cold treat.

"Padme, angel" Anakin began.

"Yes".

He set the dessert down and directed his attention to Padme, her sparkling brown eyes melting his soul.

The spoon stuffed in her mouth never detracted from her ethereal beauty.

"Is this connected to your nervous behavior all night", Padme asked after putting her spoon in the bowl on her coffee table.

Anakin sighed.

"Well...sort of..."....

He didn't know where to start.

" These last few years I have saved up enough with my management position at the automotive shop. I found a place, a house I want to move into in a beautiful neighborhood. I..I..its near the college you teach at and I...I wa was..h hoping you maybe could m.move in ww with me soon...but as more than...my....girlfriend....as my.....

The word Anakin wanted to say, poised on the tip of his tongue,evaporated.

Perspiration streaked his neck like he had run a mile in the blistering sun.

He decided on the one action that would simply convey what he wished to say.

The woman nestled close to her partner widened her brown eyes and clutched the fabric of her lingerie.

Her gaze never left the object that slowly opened to reveal an engagement ring.

Anakin breathed in slowly but, when he spoke again, emotion laced his voice.

" Since we were in school, I have always been in awe of you. You were and are my best friend, my lover, my partner, my confidant, my sweet angel and my queen, my Padme. I can't picture myself with anyone else. You are my heart and soul Padme. I was elated beyond belief when you welcomed me as your boyfriend five years ago.

Will you do me the extraordinary honor", Anakin asked, shifting off the sofa and leaning on one knee with Padme's outstretched hand in his, "of becoming my wife and spending the rest of your days with me?"

It was Padme's turn to sit, unable to move as she continued to stare at the piece of jewelry in front of her. She had already pondered her decision if such a question was ever asked of her, and if by Anakin in particular.

She was just absorbing the reality of the moment as it was happening right then and there.

Anakin wanted to be her husband and they discussed children before and agreed it was something they both desired one day.

She loved Anakin with all her heart and couldn't have been more overjoyed that he asked her to marry him.

Padme sensed the panic emanating off Anakin by the absence of her answer and realized his agitated state was from dread that she would say no to him.

She leaned forward and caressed his cheek and lifted his face that was stained with tears.

Her smile only brightened as she slowly brushed away the warm moisture and whispered lovingly, "You had nothing to worry about my love. I will love to change my name from Naberrie to Skywalker because it only feels right that I become your wife".

Anakin just stared, wondering if he heard her correctly while Padme wondered if he heard her at all because he hadn't moved and appeared to have fallen completely silent.

She said out loud," yes, I will marry you Anakin" and proceeded to kiss him fully on the mouth.

Padme sighed in relief when her boyfriend responded at last and his arms tightened around her, the box forgotten in his hand. She moaned when he pulled her tongue in his mouth and laid her down on her sofa, climbing on top of her.

"Ani," Padme whispered.

" You forgot something my future husband".

Anakin lifted his mouth from her neck and saw Padme wave her bare left hand.

"Oh, the ring!"

Laughter bubbled out of the ecstatic pair and Anakin took the ring from the box and kept his eyes on his fiancé as he slipped the stunning ring on Padme's left index finger.

She beamed and wasted no time in capturing his mouth in another tender kiss.

Anakin shuddered in pleasure as he deepened their kiss.

He was on cloud nine.

The woman he has cherished and loved since he was a child, who has always been his best friend, will soon become his wife.

He looked forward to their future together. Relationships took work and marriage took additional work but Anakin knew he and Padme would be all right. She deserved everything and more. He would make sure of that too, for she is Queen and he, her King.

Happy Valentine's day everyone( I know I am posting a day early but oh well, I felt like it. I am working on another little Anidala fic)

Have a beautiful day with all of your loved ones from romantic partners to family and friends.

❤😊❤💞😊

May the Force be with you!

[egg-on-the-run]

I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.

Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.

The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.

Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny

Leonardo:

He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.

You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling

But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)

And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)

Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.

You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.

"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"

"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."

"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"

He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.

"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! She–she's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"

"You... You think so?"

"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it just— UGH! It fries my brain."

"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."

"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."

Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek

"I love you too."

He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.

Raphael:

He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.

But holy cow. You were mad that night.

He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning — or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.

But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.

So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.

Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."

It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.

But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.

"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"

"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."

"And are you a real man?"

"More real than your little pet."

The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.

"Oh my god. Oh–Oh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"

"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"

"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."

Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."

"That make you my Prince?"

"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.

Donatello:

Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.

But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.

Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."

"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."

You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.

"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."

"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."

You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"

"I promise."

Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.

But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.

"Are you fucking joking right now?!"

He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"

"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are you—since when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"

"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"

"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"

He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late — rather it was early at this point — and you were cranky.

"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.

"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"

Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."

"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."

"Don't be ridiculous—"

"Ten."

Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.

By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.

He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.

Michelangelo:

Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.

But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.

But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.

"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."

So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.

"I just—Raph keeps calling me stupid. And I just—I-I just—You know, sometimes I believe it."

You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"

"Well—no, but—"

"But what?"

"But I... I am a little stupid."

"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboarding—hoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"

Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph just—he gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"

"I need to have a word with your brothers—"

"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."

"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"

He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.

"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"

He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.

"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"

You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

"My boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.

But jeez, he does not like your angry face.