#although first pic is what's got me spinning from how precious it is

[meltingpotimagines]

Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings? 

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe 

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind 

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words

#happy birthday b #hope you enjoyed this #hawks #hawks imagine #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #keigo #keigo imagine #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #keigo tamaki #my hero academia #mha imagine #mha headcanons #boko no hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons

[petalsmooth]

Ok.

Let’s talk Lili.

First off we only know what stars put out about themselves or other people say about them. We are not friends with these people. We are not in their homes. We don’t usually hear what they say in unguarded conversation. What we know is what is out on social media with some highly distorted soundbites from chats or DM’s with her mother that were exposed.

We were initially presented a portrait pushed by her and her family no less of a middle class family with the standard girl next door hit it big narrative. Down to earth, relatable, somewhat quirky. Strong two parent supportive household. All that was missing were the apron and pearls.

This girl came out of the gates talking about a modernized Riverdale with two girls who would be actually close and not vying for the same redhead. Feel free to add/or correct along the way of course...especially early on when not following as closely.

We got very little in the way of insight into Cole and Lili because they were trying to keep it quiet even if there were hints together. Mostly during this period what fans were fed was that she was slightly awkward socially, maybe not the most intellectual but nice and harmless. She spoke of empowering women, independence, she constantly shut down the idea of Barchie and praised Bughead. Along through the year’s she would speak to social bullying or bullying in general. She would openly talk about struggles with mental health. She’d talk and show her cystic acne and share photos not all airbrushed in ode to body positivity. She’d talk about not having an hourglass figure, and cellulite and often go out in ratty shorts and a bun sans makeup. You see she’d talk about it then follow through by showing lived the walk or calling out photoshops done of her.

Again this is “relatable girl next door quirky Lili” we told was the REAL Lili.

She would frequently talk and post about her family and dogs at home and how much she loved and missed them...though oddly not so much her older sister.

At a certain point it became undeniable Cole and Lili were together to even the hardest deniers. Of course also the Met gala eventually made official for media.

We get have her liking posts such as Miley’s about how lucky she was to have a man who checked off all the boxes. But at times there were glimpses all wasn’t kosher. People have mentioned various cons where she’d be caught flirting somewhere else, or she’d be in a bad mood giving Cole a cold shoulder. We recently saw an old video of them walking and her basically demanding he drop the fans and attend her. We have the con were Camilla is sexually harassing Cole everywhere and Lili doesn’t shut it down until Camilla tries to grind on him. It was so bad even Mads intervened. We have the interview where she is talking over him or rolling her eyes and basically being the unprofessional brat her fans claim she is not. Even though it’s ON CAMERA. Snapping at your co worker/boyfriend and rolling your eyes during a professional interview is not deniable.

Flashforward to the trip to Italy because for me there was always something off about that. That trip was obviously planned far in advance. Clearly Lili was supposed to be there. Her fans quickly blamed Cole because Lili was working. Lili didn’t have to work. It wasn’t a career changing move to do that film. It did not do well. I’m not entirely sure what was happening around that time but I have the sense Cole was disappointed/a  little angry she prioritized it over him accepting very likely the offer AFTER the trip was planned.

Lili spirals during this time. Cole comes back to clean up mess. They are quiet on social media for a long time then slowly emerge again and eventually get the photo booth shots, the wedding and her mingling with NY friends for once. Turns out close to the end for them.

I don’t want to make this a Sprousehart post though although some relevance to bring part of it up. The point is Lili put her career over her relationship. It was a calculated decision. It was also the wrong decision. Her fans talk about her being this warm giving person but that was a cynical call and a pretty lousy thing to do to your boyfriend of several year’s. I’m all for supportive partners but there are time’s where you make sacrifices if you really care for someone and this was a special trip planned long in advance. She blew it off. If I’m the partner she does this too, I question why I’m putting in the effort if it doesn’t mean to them what it means to me. 

TBH I think the bad choices she made there is why tried to make it up by meeting with his friends, the wedding etc...

Something than clearly happened because by January they were done. Not sure we’ll ever know but it looked like they were trying to fix things given the happiness hadn’t seen on Cole’s faces in a long time in those booth pics and then...it was done. We didn’t know at the time, but this is timeline Cole gave. There was a brief attempt at reconciliation where she babysits him at a photo shoot and posts a photo of them in bed and then shortly after...Cole calls it off. 

He heads to LA, she follows him there but not without making sure to shove Casey’s face into her chest to post and rent a place close to where he is staying. She posts weepy messages about the world ending etc....and weird new photos mimicking old shoots with him so naturally people think this means whatever happened they worked through. Around same time she and hers manipulated her fans to try to cancel him earlier because she misunderstood a picture of Kaia....although flat out if he had been with Kaia he was SINGLE and it was no longer her business.

She tries to walk back the firestorm she unleashed on him by “defending” him from a lesser twitter trend after realizing misconstrued the Kaia picture, All summer she weirdly seems to be trying to avoid the topic if they are together or not despite saying once if they weren’t she’d tell people. She finally puts her foot in her mouth one two many times' and Cole confirms they broke up which she doesn’t acknowledge. Because she doesn’t want to be broken up.

As we know know it wasn’t all rainbows on the set even before all this happened as in the musical she’d launched an object at him hard enough to have the crew concerned. Lili fans keep saying Cole is abusive but the only evidence we have of abuse is her towards him. We also had her suddenly doing a 180 from past 4 year’s and excusing cheating with Archie and promoting everyone in her live recaps except Cole/Jughead.

Back to the events following Cole’s post....then we get a sudden string of interviews taking shots at Cole, doxxing him, implying he could have strayed (just to resurrect hate against him) but can’t say he actually did because she has no proof. We know this because in those chats admit it was just suspicion and paranoia and never did have any names.

We learn that Lili has been funneling news and gossip and photos to keep her mother’s hold on the fandom in check and her mother in turn has been bullying people who would stand on Cole’s side. They sought to ruin him. This is not debatable.

For year’s people had made fun and called Bree out for being an obsessive stalker unable to let a relationship go, then Lili starts doing the same. We know she has tried to copy Ari’s style, her mother made a snide comment about breast size, Lili tried to taunt Ari from on set and Ari shut her down. A girl who almost never was in the line of sight of paps suddenly is snapped everyday following break up even before the public new. That doesn’t just happen. She wanted the attention.

I’m not going to go into all of it, you all know it. Suffice to say revealing she has a bitter vindictive attitude she has submersed herself in ever since Cole made it clear no reunion. She won’t even broach the topic of Bughead/Jughead unless forced. You can spin all you like but the split screens was not an artistic choice by RD. It was spurred by need to keep them apart.

Lili last summer was doing precious little other than a post or two of Black Lives matter and then when Cole gets arrested suddenly she jumps on the me too and sets up impulsive lives. Maybe she meant well but a part of me thinks she did it to attract his attention. Notice once she got praise for it and the initial protests faded she more or less doesn’t bring it up anymore. Cole never intended to get attention, it just happened because he’s a star and got taken in to a jail cell. He never put himself on camera for notice. 

Lili also co-opts the murder of a girl to flaunt she thinks she looks good naked. Completely tone deaf. 

Lili very rarely is seen in fan photos, only usually when she’s getting flack for it online. She, a girl who talks about bullying, went on a  midnight tirade against a guy who dares to critique or poetry setting her fans on him. Then deleted it probably because publicist in her ear.

She first said poems not about Cole, than said you could read into what you wanted to sell them. Now she doesn’t want to talk poetry or sequels because it flopped and was critically panned.

There are constant rumors about Lili on sets of productions to point they even had someone on her newer movie try to downplay. Yet we see in a video the cast barely talking and looking tense on a boat. 

The girl who used to talk about body positivity now lets them airbrush abs onto her.

The girl who used to talk of therapy and mental illness now promotes OTC supplements for $ and cults.

If she mentions cellulite she uses other tik toks of people showing not her own. 

She said she would never be on tik tok, yet now has her own and post old videos that aren’t funny.

Lili once tired to attack Cole by talking about losing yourself in drugs or alcohol or sex yet we’ve seen her drug paraphernalia because she advertises. Her friends post and laugh over her being drunk. She was in an off and on relationship with Wallis that doesn’t seem to be about anything but sex.

We were told Coles friends are bad influences but Taylor is out there solicitating questionable clients and making videos slamming LILI’S COWORKER as a bad actor and his brother,

The majority of Lili’s posts no longer feature Sunny or her family/Addy. 

She insulted Vancouver, compared to a prison, and made it clear her creature comforts were of more importance than a pandemic. Not quite the attitude of an empath. Which she claims she is with intention to be a master which require sucking more gullible people into the cult.

She brags about being a “rich man” without understand the context. She went from artistic photos to modeling pinups to fuel her lack of self esteem.

She’s in her mid 20′s, claims she had grown and matured in the last year but there is no evidence of it. Still can’t work with her ex without buffers which still influences show direction though her fans deny.. Still lives off junk food and hangovers. Those glasses aren’t just for sun. Her timeline is mostly an ode to her vanity with pictures of herself and then her dog. She doesn’t seem to have any causes she’s deeply involved in on the side apart from her cult. She’s still stalking Cole as her impulsive makeup tutorial showed. She said she cut out of her life anyone who doesn’t service her. I highly doubt she is receiving quality therapy on the regular right now. She still does not seem to possess the ability to own her mistakes and apologize when warranted, rather deflects or erases when heat becomes too hot.

The content she puts out about herself post break up is very different than the bill of goods fans were sold before. She is a far cry from that quirky girl next door that stood FOR something more than vanity and shallow affirmation. So no, I don’t see what you see in her stans. Everything that once seemed to distinguish her from other spoilt princesses has long faded. 

[inseongsfoxybae]

Fireworks

Pairing: Hwiyoung + Female Reader; friends to lovers

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Words: +1,6k

Requested by @geminirules​: This is the first I ask for a request from you Blue!🥰 I was wondering if I can have a request with Hwiyoung where him and the reader are on their first date together in the amusement park, please? 🥺 Thank you so much love you lots! x

Author’s message: Hey, baby! Your request made me so soft and in love and I really had a great time working on it. Now, it’ here and I hope you like it and feel free to send in more requests later 🥰 Love you too, Luna ❤️ Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: After keeping your feeling just to yourselves, you and Hwiyoung finally had the chance to take one step further in a lovely and funny way to enjoy each other. 

so precious 🥺

You were close friends with Hwiyoung. Best friends. More than friends, maybe. But not valentines.

None of you went out on dates or flirted around. You knew he liked you, he knew you liked him and everyone knew you liked each other. But the two of you were too shy to take the first step to turn this into something more. 

Although you used to be together all the time, it was always working or studying or just doing nothings in a bookstore, each one minding your own business. 

In an afternoon, when the two of you were working together, heads very close to each other and hands touching, Hwiyoung looked at you and got the courage to go further.

“Do you have plans for saturday?”, he asked in a low tone, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. 

“No, I’m free. Why?”, you answered not really understanding his intentions. 

“Wanna go on a date with me?”, he spat his words so fast you almost didn’t get it. 

But you did. You clearly understood every single letter he just said to you. For a moment, you couldn’t believe what your ears just heard, your confused mind running  hysterically, unable to form a decent sentence as response. 

“Earth calling Y/N”, Hwiyoung waved one hand right in front of your frozen wide eyes. He looked a little nervous, maybe embarrassed, as if he regretted what he said.

“Yes”, you said a little too excited, your hands shaking and voice cracking. Oh, my god. Kim Hwiyoung asked me out finally, a voice screamed into your head. You locked your eyes with Hwiyoung’s and repeated. “Yes… I want to go on a date with you”, you tried to answer calmly, but you were sure he could hear your heart pounding hard into your chest. 

Hwiyoung smiled, that sweet gummy smile that always made you melt, and you couldn’t help grinning too, soft giggles following, as you felt your cheeks burn at an unknown happiness. 

~

Sunlight broke into your room through your thin curtains, signaling that a new day was beginning. But it wouldn’t be like any other day, because today, specially and unexpectedly, you and Hwiyoung were going on a date. After more than a year keeping your feelings just for yourselves, this moment was really happening. 

You jumped out your bed and walked into your closet to carefully choose the perfect outfit. Hwiyoung hadn’t told you where you would spend the day, but you wanted to give him a good impression and show all your beauty and cuteness. You picked some shorts and a shirt that matched with your favourite sneakers - cute and simple clothes that made you pretty and comfortable. 

Hwiyoung picked you up at 10a.m and you had breakfast together in a cozy café, but he still didn’t tell you where you were going after that. “It's a surprise and I’m sure you’ll love it”, he winked and you laughed, getting more excited at every minute. 

Hwiyoung drove you to a place a little far from the city. The road side was beautiful, with flowers and trees all around, matching perfectly with the bright sun up there. 

You were so amazed with nature, that you didn't realize where he was taking you till he parked at a place you didn’t know it. You two got out of the car and your heart raced faster when you found out you were spending your day in an amusement park.

Your parents used to take you to this amusement park when you were a child and you loved playing around and ate junk foods. It was a long time since the last time you were here and it brought up great memories from you. 

“I bought the tickets online. Let’s go”, Hwiyoung grabbed your hand and led you to the entrance. You felt like exploding, but you didn’t know if it was because of your excitement of being here or because of the warmth of his hands on yours. 

Both of you were like children in an amusement park for the first time, grinning and laughing non-stop. “Where do you want to go first?”, Hwiyoung asked and you said you wanted to start it slow and decided to go on the bumper car. “Is this slow for you?”, he wondered, but went with you and of course he enjoyed it as well.

And it was like that throughout the day: Hwiyoung always asked you to choose the next attraction to play. Also, he paid for all the junk food you had and won a stuffed unicorn for you. 

When the sunset was approaching and the park was getting more alive with its beautiful lights, Hwiyoung said he wanted to go on more two attractions - the carousel and the beautiful ferris wheel on the center of the park. 

His eyes met yours and got stuck on them, his gaze was deep as you felt your legs getting weak. You could get lost in his look, could give yourself to him effortlessly. Right there in that moment, you wanted to be his.

Hwiyoung took your hand and his thumb caressed your palm before leading you to the carousel, where you sat on horses right next to each other. When it started to spin, you glanced at him and caught him looking at you, but it was not any look, it was like he was in trance, it was like he was in love. 

You felt your cheeks burn but didn’t look away and both of you kept staring at each other, light smiles gracing your faces as you got lost in the words your eyes spoke. 

When the carousel stopped, Hwiyoung helped you to get off your horse, his hands lingering longer on your waist as you held out on his broad shoulders, eyes locked. “Let’s go to the last one”, he mumbled as you stared at his mouth, falling deeper and deeper for him. You nodded and he guided you to the ferris wheel. 

It was the main attraction of the amusement park, so you had to wait a little on the line while sharing a cotton candy. “Do you know what they say about this ferris wheel?”, you heard a girl talking behind you. As the other person said no, she continued. “If a couple kissed at the uppermost, their fate is to be together forever”. 

Hwiyoung choked at her words, but tried to play cool when you looked at him. Suddenly, he seemed nervous, his hand was sweaty when he took yours to enter the cabin. You sat next to each other, knees touching, but looking forward. You heard Hwiyoung taking deep breaths to calm down as you stared at your lap. 

“Y/N,”, he called you, his voice only above a whisper, “can I hold your hand?”. You nodded and Hwiyoung carefully took your little palm in his, squeezing it a bit. “I like the way our hands fit together”, he softly murmured, analyzing your sweet connection. “And I like how soft your hands are”, his index finger drawing slow patterns on your palm.

You lifted your head and your eyes met, a loving warmth feeling the cool air inside the cabin. “You’re beautiful”, he confessed without breaking your gaze. You smiled, melting by his side, as the two of you got closer and closer, faces just inches apart. 

But you took too long staring at each other and you were about to seal your lips, it was time to leave the cabin. You were visibly disappointed and Hwiyoung chuckled when he saw your little pout. “Don’t worry. There’s one more place for us to go”, he reassured you, placing a hand on your low back and guiding you to the little lake of the park, where a crowd waited for something. 

“What-”, your question was interrupted by an explosion and you looked up at the sky, the black frame being colored by hundreds of colors as fireworks lightened up the night. “WOW… THAT’S SO BEAUTIFUL”, you exclaimed with a wide grin. Hwiyoung was right by your side, but his eyes were fixed on you, his lips curling up in a loving smile and, in that moment, he was sure he wanted you. 

The next thing you felt was Hwiyoung’s strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him, embracing you tight as you instinctively hugged him back. He inhaled deeply the sweet scent of your hair, his nose running through your soft strands. He broke the hug and looked at your illuminated face, pressing your foreheads together. 

“I like your scent”, he said loud enough for only you to hear. “I like the warmth of your body close to mine”, he leaned back a little to meet your eyes. “And I like you”, he completed and you could feel yourself turning into a puddle between his arms. 

He kept looking at you, his gaze loving and cloudy as he waited for a movement yours. You moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, trying to take more of his warmth, getting your faces closer and noses touching slightly. 

“I like you too”, you mumbled against his lips and closed the little distance between both of you, kissing him softly but passionately. Hwiyoung immediately kissed you back, his hands roaming through your back as he deepened the kiss. 

When you were like this - together, very close to each other, lips moving in sync -, it was like there was only you and Hwiyoung and that little moment in the world. There were no words, no songs, no pics able to beat your feelings right now. 

You felt like about to explode in thousands of pieces of love and devotion. Hwiyoung, of course, felt the same way. Your hearts were beating fast as one into your chests, your breaths were being shared to one another. 

The fireworks were exploding up there, but you knew your heart was shooting tons and tons of love pounder into your veins that make you feel just like the sky in this moment. And none of you wanted this beautiful show to stop. 

#kpop imagines #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 fluff #sf9 hwiyoung #request #geminirules

[jenonctcity]

No Nut November - Jaemin

Na Jaemin – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, dirty talk, brief spanking, oral (male receiving).

Word Count: 3k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

 If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days. 

Series

 Day 1:

Jaemin had made it very clear to you a week before the month changed to November, that he had every intention of doing no nut November. The week building up to it you had been pinned to whatever surface Jaemin had deemed fit and had been fucked hard. It was the best week of your sexual activity that you’d ever experienced, so you were kind of happy he was going to take part in the strange internet trend. You also knew once the month was over that he would go into a sex crazed state and give you a performance good enough to rival his last show.

However, it wasn’t you that you were worried about not being able to last the entire month. You were certain that Jaemin could not go a whole month without trying to get into your pants. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he had a very high sex drive, leading him to asking you for sex nearly every time he saw you. It didn’t help that he was the master of flirting. It made it easy for him to charm your underwear off your body. He had a knack for sending you dirty texts that were filthy enough for your face to heat up in want and slight embarrassment. He once sent you a dick pic that your friend was absolutely mortified to have seen by accident when you opened the text, not having expected him to send pictures of his meat in the middle of the day.

As you stood in your local book store, enjoying the peace and quiet it bestowed upon you, you browsed the fiction section, hoping to find a book about a hopeless romance that ended in heartbreak or a forever love, your phone buzzed in your pocket. It caused you to jump a little but luckily, you’d remembered to put your phone on silent before entering the book shop. You pulled it from your pocket and smiled softly when you saw the contact name said ‘Nana’.

“I miss you :(” his text read, your smile widening at his adorable use of the sad face emoji. You wondered if his text had a hidden meaning or not but decided it probably didn’t because it had only been about half day since he last got his dick wet. You took your time to reply, typing with one thumb as you glanced between your phone and the bookshelf in front of you.

“You saw me about 4 hours ago, I was naked in your bed. Remember?” You replied with a soft giggle, not even surprised when his reply came less than 20 seconds later.

“I remember well! ;) But do you not miss me?” You could almost hear the pout he was more than likely sporting through the words written on your screen. You smirked, trying to suppress a giggle as you replied.

“No.” You quickly followed up with another text. “Just kidding, love you boo.”

“Ouch. My heart bleeds.”

“How are you holding up? Not touched your precious pleasure rod yet have you?” You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“First of all, ew, never call Jaemin Junior a pleasure rod ever again. Secondly, no I haven’t touched it yet! Have some faith in me!”

“Ew since when have you referred to it as Jaemin Junior?”

“Since now, actually I hadn’t even thought about anything sexual until you brought it up you perv!” You sniggered, rolling your eyes and leaving him on read as you went back to scouring the shelf for the book you desired.

 Day 2:

“Hey babe…” Jaemin patted your thigh, trying to gain your attention as you sat beside him in a taxi. You were on the way to a movie theatre and decided a taxi was the best way to avoid the downpour of rain hitting the earth forcefully.

“Yeah?” You tore your line of sight away from staring out of the window to look at him.

“Have you got any nudes on your phone?” He leaned in close, his lips beside your ear as he whispered lowly to make sure the driver didn’t hear him.

“Na Jaemin!” You whisper-shouted at him, not believing the audacity he had to ask you that in the back of a taxi.

“Please baby just give me your phone and I’ll find them myself.” He whined, holding his hand out to your expectantly.

“No!” You slapped his hand away, watching the way his lips turned into an endearing pout.

“Please…I can’t remember what your body looks like…” You shoot him a disapproving glare, shaking your head slowly at him.

“No!”

“Fine!” He turned away, folding his arms over his chest and pretending to throw a tantrum. He didn’t ask again but later on you did send him a cheeky booty pic, much to his excitement.

 Day 5:

The hot rivets of water hit your skin and ran down the contorts of your body, leaving a warm sensation flooding through your system. The water had no competition against Jaemin’s soft lips peppering open mouthed kisses across the back of your neck. The plush pillows sending cool shivers down your spin, a complete contrast to how hot your body felt.

“I want you so bad baby girl.” He murmured, his words almost getting lost amongst the noise of the water hitting all the surfaces of the shower. You hummed in acknowledgment, his hands wrapping around your from behind, fingers teasing you on their ascent to your breasts. “Let me make you feel good.” His big hands cupped your soft boobs, thumbs and forefingers each pinching your hardened nipples. A bolt of pleasure shot through you, it rippling down your body from your chest to your neglected clit. You became putty in his hands, him pulling your flat against his chest and gyrating his hips into yours enough for you to feel the prominent erection he’d formed.

A sudden reminder popped into your head. A reminder that Jaemin was supposed to be participating in no nut November. You rolled your eyes, pulling away from his grasp – although somewhat reluctantly, and turning to face him.

“I knew you’d try to fuck me before the end of the month.” You smirked at him, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks and pecking the gobsmacked look off of his lips with your own. He struggled to form words, his mouth opening and closing as he stared down at your smug face. “You’re weak Na Jaemin.” You whispered, leaning in and taking his lips between your own in a lingering, steaming kiss, the water running over your heads as you got in the line of the water streaming from the shower head. His arms looped around your torso, pulling you against him and holding your naked bodies together.

“I’m not weak.” He whispered into the kiss, his tongue poking out and trailing over the lining of your lips before working its way into your mouth. He flicked his tongue against your own, rolling his hips into yours and moving his hands down to squeeze your ass. He moved his lips down your face, to your jaw and nipping at your wet skin.

“You’re still trying to-” Your words were cut off by a moan slipping from your parted lips, his perfect mouth sucking right on the spot he knew would make your knees shake.

“Let me treat you.” He spun you around, forcing you up against the wall of the shower, bent slightly and presenting your ass out to him. You bit your bottom lip, spreading your legs apart enough to give him access to your dripping heat. He trailed his fingertips down your spine, the slight tickle causing shudders to shoot across your nerves. He ran the palm of his hand over the curve of your ass cheeks, removing it only to bring it down on your skin with a slap. You gasped in surprise, relaxing as he spanked you once more before jamming a finger inside your slick hole. “So wet for me baby girl, do you like it when I spank you?” He used his free hand to bring it down on your ass once more before leaning that hand on the shower wall and putting all his weight on it, his body hovering over yours.

“Yeah…oh god.” You moaned, rutting your hips back into his hand. He slowly withdrew his finger, circling your sodden hole with the tip of his finger before ramming it back inside of you, pumping it slowly to loosen you up. He added another finger, his lips attaching themselves onto your shoulder. He smirked when you whined against the cold shower wall, the warm water cascading down onto your body, but it was the warmth you felt from Jaemin that was making you overwhelmed.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers harder?” He bit at the skin of your shoulder, maintaining the slow pace with his fingers. “Answer me.” He growled, stopping his fingers altogether at your silence.

“Yeah! Fuck me hard!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, wiggling your hips as an incentive for him to continue.

“As you please princess.” He smirked, thrusting his digits back into you hard and fast. The hand he was using to hold himself up on the wall moving to cup your breast in his hand. His fingers working over your sensitive nipple causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

“Jaemin!” You squeaked, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as the knot tightened in your stomach. “Right there don’t stop!” A gasp ripped from your chest, his teeth biting into your shoulder enough to leave teeth marks behind as the white-hot feeling rushed through your body, your climax hitting suddenly. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, your legs shaking and hips stuttering as he stopped his ministrations on your core.

“That’s my girl.” He gently kissed the bruise he’d made on your shoulder, withdrawing his fingers from you and opting to enclose his mouth around his dripping digits. He sucked them clean, dropping his eye into a wink and turning his back to you to wash his hair, his hard on being left unattended to, much to your surprise.

 Day 7:

So far, so good. To your knowledge, Jaemin had managed to not touch his penis in any sexual way at all, which again, had shocked you. You’d assumed he wouldn’t make even 3 days, so him having lasted a week actually impressed you. Despite many close calls, Jaemin had reigned in the hormones and want for you, simply keeping it in his pants, or by pulling away during your steamy session in the shower days prior. About an hour ago, Jaemin had fallen asleep on your bed, even though you’d both planned on walking down the local convenience store to buy snacks for the evening. Not wanting to disturb him because his sleeping face made your heart warm, you’d decided to go on your own and leave him to nap. Choosing not to rush, you’d taken your time in getting the snacks, and stealthily entered your apartment silently in case Jaemin was still sleeping. You’d dumped the snacks on the kitchen counter, and slowly creeped towards your bedroom. You raised an eyebrow in confusion when you heard weird noises emitting from the room. You held your ear to the door, listening as realization dawned on you, causing you to gasp loudly.

“Na Jaemin!” You burst into the room, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re watching porn!!!” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes wide and arms folded across his chest. You paused, about to accuse him of losing no nut November when you noticed he wasn’t touching himself inappropriately. “You’re…erm…are you watching porn for the plot?” You glanced at the television opposite your bed, the scandalous video of a girl having a cock shoved down her throat greeting your eyes.

“Kinda…” He shrugged, grabbing the remote and shutting off the power.

“You’re so strange…” You both looked at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“I was bored, and I missed it!” He defended himself, watching your every move as you slinked closer to the bed, a seductive look gleaming in your eye. You’d had enough of this stupid no nut November thing, deciding once and for all the test his resolve. “What are you doing…?” He asked suspiciously when you clambered onto the bed, throwing your leg over his own and sitting just above his knees on his outstretched legs.

“Oh nothing…” You bit your bottom lip alluringly, his eyes watching your hands as they slowly peeled down his jogging bottoms. “Lift your hips like a good boy yeah?” You winked, his hips lifting automatically to your order. You pulled his joggers down, his boxers coming down with them. His hard cock sprang up to his t-shirt, your eyes zoning in on it like a predator hunting its prey. You pushed his t-shirt up, exposing his defined abs and smirking as a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip onto his stomach.

“Hey…don’t touch that penis missy.” He spoke with a dominating tone, you giggled, raising an eyebrow challengingly at him.

“Or what?”

“Or I lose no nut November!” He gulped, sighing and leaning his head back onto the soft pillow of your bed. “Fine. Touch it.”

“Yay!” You gripped his cock at the base, pulling it so it stood upright. Your touch took his breath away, a week proving to be too long for the absence of having his dick touched in a sexual manner. This is what he’d been craving since the he’d decided to take on this stupid challenge, and he knew he couldn’t last out long. You held eye contact with him, leaning down to rest the head of his cock on your bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.” He wasn’t used to this amount of dominance from you, it causing a firework of pleasure to burst inside his stomach.

“Suck my cock baby girl, make me cum.” You poked your tongue out, kitten licking another drop of pre-cum that spilled. The bitter taste didn’t bother you, and you actually enjoyed giving your boyfriend blowjobs, knowing a lot of your friends had different opinions on giving head. “Hurry.” His own dominance shone through, challenging your own and giving you the sensation of needing to comply to him. You fluttered your eyelashes at him, taking the head of his cock between your lips and sucking gently. “Oh fuck.” He wanted to bend his knees, but you were caging them underneath your body, restricting his movement. His fingers found their way into your hair, gripping at it gently. Without any warning, you took all of his hard length into your mouth, sucking harshly and bobbing your head up and down in perfect rhythm. Puffs of air left his parted lips as he tried to cope with the pleasure coursing through his cock, his toes curling in response.

You pulled off to wipe at your mouth, spit forming in the corners of your lips. You leaned forward, placing soft kisses on his abs and slowly trailing them back down to his red, leaking cock awaiting the presence of your warm mouth. You take him back in your mouth, making sure to stare into his soul as your drag your lips down his shaft and back up against tauntingly, letting your lips leave the tip with a pop. You use your hand to pump him fast, biting your bottom lip as his stomach starts to flex. He whimpered, squirming on the bed before letting out a loud grunt, his grip on your hair tugging harshly as he came. You’d opened your mouth in perfect time, white ribbons coating your tongue and lips.

“Fuck you look hot covered in my cum.” He panted, watching as you closed your mouth and made a point to lick your lips provocatively in front of him. “You’re a dirty girl.” He spoke lowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he caught his breath. You let go of his cock, letting it flop to the side without cause. “Also, fuck you! I was doing great at no nut November and you just had to ruin it didn’t you!” After the bliss of his orgasm wore off, he sat up, pushing you onto your back against the bed. You squeaked in surprise, suddenly the ceiling being all you could see until Jaemin came into your view, his body hovering over your own.

“Punish me then.” Winking at him to rile him up, you trailed a hand over your own body, squeezing your boob over your clothes and grinning cheekily at him. “Do your worst.”

“You’re in for a long night baby girl.” He smirked his famous smirk at you, immediately diving in to suck at the crook of you neck. 

No Nut November: Na Jaemin - Fail.

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His Lucky Charm

I’ve never done an imagine so I’m just taking a stab at it. I’ve really taken a liken to Baby Brash™ so I figured why the hell not, I’m just going to write an imagine about loving on him and see where it takes me.

Connor x Reader

Summary; when the going gets tough, the tough get going...or snuggle with their girlfriend to make it better. 

Warnings; fluff (as fluffy as I can make it), maybe a tad bit of smut (because i'm a freaky girl *wink wink*) & minor cursing

Words; 3.1k

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I do not own this photo.*

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To express the day Connor was having into a couple of words would be: a Monday. From the start of his day he was rushing, because his alarm didn’t go off since it died—as a result of falling asleep on FaceTime with you—so he skipped out on breakfast to accommodate with the schedule. Haven been on the tour with Shawn for quite sometime now, he was accustomed to Shawn’s busy agenda. However, today he just couldn’t fall into pace with what was going on. 

The gym they went to was fairly pack, and all he wanted to do was jog a little, but everyone decided cardio was their main focus, leaving only free treadmill available, and it didn’t even work properly. At the time, to take the edge off of his rising blood pressure—and growling stomach—he ordered a smoothie. It was terrible. And as if the morning couldn’t get any worse, he left his phone at the hotel to let it charge. The morning felt like a full day alone, as he awaited his team members and Shawn to finish lifting. 

The rainy afternoon brought a small amount of better luck, his phone had enough juice that he could talk to you. His first message being;

Brashy: I’m tired of this fucking day. I need you back. 

You were immediately enlightened to the kind of day he was having. Also answering why he took so long to text you. (Not that you were upset, he just had a routine of sending you a good morning text at the same time every single day since you two have been dating).

Babygirl; aww B, stay strong, it’ll get better. You need a booty pic to take the pain away?

He knew your sense of humor, so the likelihood of getting an actual ass pic was slim (although he actually could use one), but it was still soothing to him that you knew how to put a smile on his face during troubling times. It did make the rainy day relatively more gloomier, his desire to be snuggled with you in a comfortable bed, listening to the rain, and music—it was strong enough to have him calling quits on this tour, but that was just his crazy mind-talk. 

While out for lunch with Shawn and the crew, the waitress served everyone’s food, placing a plate in front of him, he looked at it confusingly. “I, um,” he stammers glancing over at Shawn who was equally confused as to what they gave him, “I didn’t order this ma’am.” He politely informs, handing the plate back to her. She was extremely apologetic, and reassuring that they would get his correct order out straight away. He tried his best not to look frustrated, but his patience was wearing thin. 

“You’re just having one of those days, aye?” Shawn questions after noticing the annoyance that unconsciously displayed on his blemishless face. He had witnessed all the mishaps that came at the young photographer. 

Sighing heavily, Connor rolls his eyes, “you have no idea. It’s like if it’s not one thing, it’s another.” He mutters. 

“Well be glad there’s no concert today, so after this we’ll have one more meeting and you’ll be free as a bird to go hide in a box before any more bad things happen to you.” Shawn teases earning a nudge from Connor. 

Connor finally received what he ordered, and as he expected, it wasn’t good. He still ate it however, not wanting to go into the last meeting hungry since he overheard Andrew saying it would be a longer one. 

“To kill two birds with one stone, we’re deliberating on the documentary progress, and plans for the next leg of the tour.” Shawn told him as they traveled to the building. 

The meeting was a little delayed since they had to wait on men they are partnering with to produce the documentary. Connor’s knee bounced in anticipation, his fingers tapping on the wooden table. He was mostly fidgety because he was freezing, with the combination of rain that got on him and the cold air conditioned room, and the lack of extra layers he wore—it was the middle of summer, he dressed according to the season—he was inconveniently underdressed. But as time went by his shirt dried, and his body adjusted to the climate. The meeting was going smoothly, to his dismay. He had earned a few compliments for his excellent videography, and he hadn’t made any mistakes, or caused any accidents as the men talked amongst the large round table. His hopeful thinking was thought about too, however, because as soon as the time to review the documentary he was producing came up, the lack of good luck he was having refreshed his memory. It took an IT technician, and fifteen added minutes—to an already prolonged meeting—to get the video working, but ultimately they were able to watch, discuss and critique what changes should be made. Ending the meeting to everybody’s relief. Especially Connor’s. 

“Hey Con, we’re going to change and go to a club here in town. You tagging along?” Shawn asked on their way out of the conference room. Connor glances down at his silent phone, a trace of concern rising since he hadn’t gotten a single notification from you. 

“Nah, I’m going to sit this one out and check in on y/n.” He ensures with a soft smile. 

Shawn purses his lips, giving a cheeky grin, “aw, young love. You gotta love it man.” Connor pushes off his mockery, but the burn in his cheeks only intensifies the tall singer’s notions as he messes with him all the way to the truck. 

On the way to the hotel Connor checks his social media in hopes of finding you on there doing something that would justify why you haven’t replied to any of his messages. He wouldn’t usually obsess over your whereabouts, trying to keep an open mind that you are as equally busy as he is. But today was just a tough day that required your attention a lot more than what he was receiving. This was also the first time that he had spent more than a week away from you, seeing as you had came on the tour with him for the first couple of weeks, but you had to return home for summer classes. 

The downpour had intensified since the meeting resulting in Connor’s entire body getting drenched on his way into the hotel. The exhaustion weighed heavy in his limbs, with the amount of misfortune he dealt with in one day, he felt like he ran a marathon. His only request at this point was to hear your voice, take the dripping clothes off, and try again tomorrow. 

As he made his way to his room, he could hear the muffled sound of music being played inside. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he glanced to the other unbothered guys entering their own rooms in a hurry to get out of their wet clothes. Shawn and Brian were the only ones who stopped briefly to flash him their goofy smiles. 

His breath hollowed out as he quietly pushed the door open, the sound of the vinyl player increasing from across the room. A smile spread across his lips immediately as he closes the door without disrupting you. His heart fluttered as he took you in where he stood in the entrance. A t-shirt of his adorned your torso, stopping just short enough that your butt was peaking out, and your legs were bare extended up in the air, crossed at the ankles. You lay on your stomach, your eyes cast down at the book, scanning intently across the pages, engulfed into the text. 

Clear of disturbing the peace, he slips off his shoes, his cold, wet socks squishing across the ground as he peels out of his shirt. Before goes to interrupt you his photographer-sensors go off, knowing he has to capture the palatable moment on his phone.

You were far too deep into the world of literature to detect his presence, until the warmth of his body weighs into your backside. Your body twitches under him in surprise, before you breathed out a muffled laugh into the book your head was pressed into. 

“Hi precious.” You mumble, your laugh growing as his fiery kiss heated the side of your neck, shoulder, ear...everywhere. You felt acutely ridiculous for how excited your body was reacting in his grasp, as though you weren’t being held by him not even a full week ago-as it seemed. 

He lifts his face from your neck to a breath, “hi baby.” He whispers close to your ear. You take the time he breaks away to turn your head, peering at him from your peripheral. The grey sky illuminating light from the drawn back curtains, splashed over his marvelous features. You loved what you saw even in your strained view. He lays his hands on either side of your head to hoist himself up so you could spin into a more comfortable position underneath him. 

His jean clad legs itched atop yours, the wetness you felt from them diverted your attention away from his warm lips pressing into yours. 

“Mm-Connor.” You mumbled under his velvet lips. He ignores you, positioning himself so he had even more access to your mouth that he so deliciously worked on, tongue playing with yours strategically. You couldn’t deny the very-missed kiss was pulling your attention away from his wet jeans, but as he pressed his erection directly at your core, which was only covered by the skimpy panties, your attention was back on the minor issue. 

You gasp into his mouth, grabbing his cheeks and pushing his face back. “Connor David.” You exhale, laughter lacing your words. 

His cheeks are red, and his eyes vivid even in the dimly lit room. “What babe.” He says almost impatiently, but in a soft tone. 

“Your jeans are cold as fuck, and itching me.” You giggle, rubbing your hands across his wet jean clad butt, he moves away from your touch also snickering. 

Removing himself from off of you, your body shivers at the discard of his warmth. He tugs the belt, keeping his eyes steady on you, you smirk scooting back on the bed until your back is against the headboard. You watch intently. Admiring every ounce of your boyfriend. 

“Don’t ever leave me hanging like that again.” He demands gently. 

You cock a brow at him, confused by his meaning. The jeans fall to his ankles, his tight boxers and erection greeting you at eye level. “I thought something happened to you when you hadn’t respond.” He clarifies, at which you almost didn’t comprehend, too mesmerized by the v-lines dipping into his erected boxer. 

You blink back into reality, nodding your head with understanding. “I’m sorry baby, I just figured, why give you a booty pic via text message when you can have the real thing right here in front of you.” Your voice dips into a seductive tone, eyes lowering in a sensual way. He loved the way you lowered your eyes and looked at him through your long lashes. 

He wonders how his dick and heart hasn’t fell out of his body, but he puts it to the side as he crawls back into the bed so he could be with you. 

The lust that coursed through him, subsides as he takes in the harmonious voice of Daniel Caesar, singing Best Part. He replaces your spot, leaning against the headboard as you rest your head on his chest. His muscles loosened instantly, heartbeat decelerating like he just got shot by a tranquilizer. 

Caressing your cheek, he looks down at you. “I’m so glad you’re here. You really do make hard days better.” He admits never breaking his gaze on you. 

You two were still fairly new in your relationship; you guys talked for several months while he was still attending classes at UCLA. But then he had to tie you down, proposing going steady a few months before he started the tour with Shawn. The sweet confessions came, but they were only occasional. And by occasional—you mean when you two are posting sweet little nothings about each other on social media. Although you both were sincere in what was posted, you two rarely voice how much you really do care for one another. Even if it’s visible how much you do.  

It made your entire body hot, your heart fluttering as he places a chaste kiss on your lips, almost in a way to let it be known it wasn’t his dick talking, or any lust attached to how he felt. You bit your lip, fluttering your eyes open to his stunning ones. No matter how long you two will be together, the vibrancy of his eyes will be something you’ll never get used to. 

“I’m glad you chose me.” You admit, smiling. You and him both knew he had his fair share of women who wanted that throne you proudly own. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, however, that he wanted you. It took a lot of convincing, dates and actions that matched his declaration of how badly he wanted to be with you. He enjoyed the chase, but he cherished having you to himself far more. 

The bad day that he had sheds away from him as he held you in the silence, the grainy vinyl and soothing rain making you guys placid. 

Eventually, he decided he should shower, the rain not sporting the best smell, although you didn’t mind. His scent was something you’re accustomed to, no matter how it’s manipulated the soothing natural odor belonging to him was still present. 

As he showered you took the initiative to join him. His surprised expression photo-worthy as you pushed inside. After a half hour of frolicking in the hot shower: Kissing every thirty seconds, while telling each other reasons why you like each other so much: Washing his back and him doing the same (which results in him feeling on your ass): To attempting to have sex, but stopping after he trips and nearly kill both of you. You two are barely dried as he carries you to the bed. 

His body, which was only covered by a towel, falls on your hardly covered one as he drops you down on the sheet. You giggle into his continuous gentle kiss. “Why do you keep kissing me?” You say in between pecks. 

Connor feigns offense as he leans back. “You’re kissing me.” He retorts earning your roll of eyes as she tuts. “Did you really come all this way because you knew I was having a bad day and you wanted to give me the booty via-reality?” He asks after silence fell. 

You laugh at ‘via-reality’ holding his squishy cheeks squared to your face, “no baby. I had it already planned to come. It was just a coincidence that you weren’t having a good day. So call it good luck that I was able to rescue the day.” You reassure pecking his nose. 

Pondering for a moment, he looks at you through his thick eyelashes, the arrays of blues and greens in his irises nearly beamed at you, “you really are the luckiest thing that has blessed me. Honestly. I’ve been blessed.” He says it with almost disbelief.

The sweet confessions are all so overwhelming you couldn’t help yourself from climbing on him. The towel hiding your body slips a little, your cleavage coming into view. 

“You’re literally the best Brash.” You mumble into the side of his neck as you hold him close to you. You leave a hot kiss on his neck, traveling up until you hovered over his ear, “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else right now.” You meekly say, breathing softly as his hands cupped your ass, you lightly nibble at his earlobe. 

He groans, hands tightening. You could feel the response to your actions in his lap as he pressed his erection up into you. Carefully, he  peeled back the towel, his breath fanning over your collarbone as he left wet kisses across it, until he dips down to take an erected nipple into his mouth. You instantly moan, hands rising to grip his wet hair. 

Just as the intensity of both of your touches and kisses grew a knock at the door disrupted it all. Connor all but screamed as he leaned away from you. 

Cez’s voice sounded at the door as the muffled, “I only need you for five minutes. Bring your camera please.” confirmed it was important. He scurried out of bed to slip on a pair of shorts, leaving his chest bare. 

“Do not move.” He instructs with his hand held out. You giggle and nod your head obediently. He sighs inspecting you once more. You looked like a renaissance painting, perched up in the bed with the towel loosely hanging at your hips, hair gorgeously messed up around your shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to ignore his bosses and stay in bed. 

By the time he was finished showing Cez and Andrew photos from the last concert, you had dozed off. He doesn’t try to wake you once he’s back in the room, he takes another photo from his camera instead. Your hair covered your face, and your bare back was the only visible thing. The photo looks staged, even in your natural unconscious state was it easy to capture your beauty. He gets his phone and puts the new photo on his Instagram story (which is a bold move for him since he’s never posted a photo of this sort) captioning it with:

“No matter how bad a day can be, she sure can turn it around.” 

Placing the phone on the bedside table, he cautiously press down on your back, giving you a gentle kiss right behind your ear, before snuggling in beside you. You stirred a little at his suddenness, but fell right back asleep, him doing the same.

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So it’s not my best work and I’m sorry about that. I’m not really used to writing in second person point of view so it’s something I’ll probably only do occasionally. But we all want CONtent so I just wanted to share a little.

#connor brashier #connor brashier fic #connor brashier imagine #connor brashier blurb #connor brashier smut #connor brashier fluff #shawn mendes imagines #coNtent ;)

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Polaroid Picture -- Chapter Seven

The truth gets out. I'm so sorry. (Also, I might have to edit a bit more today. Until then, all mistakes are mine.) You can read under the cut or here.

Again, they don't talk to each other over the next two days. Beth suspects Tom doesn’t know how to react, how to talk to her, and she's embarrassed and sometimes even sorry for her behaviour.

She knows she shouldn’t be. Doesn’t need to be. She's told him the truth. Maybe even for the first time in over six years. Because who is she kidding? Just because he didn’t come back from that particular shoot, it doesn’t mean they’ve been honest with each other before then.

She didn’t want to go to New York or Hollywood or anything else farther away than the British border, and Tom didn’t want to come back or have her there anyway.

And yet... they’ve never told each other any of that during shooting. At least not when they tried to talk to each other civilly.

Beth blinks, lying on her bed, picking up her copy of The Jungle Book from where she’s dropped it on her stomach with a frustrated sigh when she couldn’t stop thinking about Tom and how he looked like a lost puppy when she kicked him out.

Probably felt like one, too, because for the first time since he’s come back to Oxford, he didn’t look like he was hiding anything.

No. She huffs. She's almost gotten through this damn book, she's going to relax after a busy day at work and finish it.

But she can’t. Beth scoffs at herself and swears softly under her breath. Damn it, she feels like it’s 2010 again. When some nights she couldn't fall asleep because Tom hadn’t called. Leading to days she couldn’t concentrate on her job, because she was too tired and anxious at the same time. Which in turn lead to nights she again couldn’t sleep because then Tom had called and they'd been both bitching.

Beth knows that this is part of the problem, just as she’s told – well, yelled at – Tom days before. She hasn’t been good enough for him to come back and try. They couldn’t compromise. And yet, somehow he can now see himself compromising with someone else.

Her ringing phone interrupts Beth's thoughts – thankfully. She picks it up from the bedside table and frowns when she sees James' number popping up.

They’re set to meet for dinner the next evening, not a Friday roast for once, because it’s not Matt’s week to visit anyway, and Tom has a business dinner in London to go to, James has told her. It seems as if he’s adamant to come back to Oxford after that, though.

As soon as Beth picks up with a soft “Hello” James starts to speak.

“I’m afraid we have to cancel tomorrow, with all that’s been going on, don’t you think?”

Huh? Her heart beats rapidly. What’s been going on? Did she miss something? Is it James, Diana, or the children? Some catastrophe striking Oxford or the UK?

“What?” she asks, rather stupidly. “What is happening?”

“Oh.” That’s all she gets as an answer. Then, “I thought you knew.”

Well, she didn’t. At least she's not aware of it. “What don’t I know?” Beth asks as she drops her book for a second time this evening in order to sit up on her bed properly. She's got a feeling she needs to for this.

There’s a sigh from James. Oh god, it is Diana. “I’ve got photographers in front of my house. Apparently, Tom’s been spotted at the airport making his way to his flight out to London. And when he didn’t appear near his London home—”

Beth feels like fainting all of the sudden. All of these years, and now? “They’ve found us?” she whispers.

“No! No, it’s not that. You’re good. They only found out that Tom used to live here, and that I’m still here. They just know this is where he grew up.”

She lets out the breath she's been holding. “Okay. Okay.”

“And it might be better that you don’t show up at the front door, if you don’t want your face in any newspapers. Tom’s actually quite mad that I have to deal with them. Made phone calls all day.” James sounds impressed, and Beth has to admit she's as well. Tom didn’t make it seem like he cares too much about his family and old friends. But then again, maybe he just doesn’t want to be disturbed or have the truth come out.

And it won’t, because although Tom doesn’t trust this old town, Beth does.

“That’s really nice of him,” she manages to say. “Maybe I can make it through the back door, though.”

James laughs. It wasn’t really supposed to be a joke, she's too stunned for that. “We'll see. I’m sure they’ll be gone in a few days.”

Beth hopes so as well. She doesn’t like to hide.

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Tom’s fuming as he makes his way through Hinksey Park, running round after round along the path. No, not running. Stomping is more like it.

He hates it, feeling almost helpless.

It’s by far not the first time that the media finds out where he’s currently staying. There are tons of pictures of him walking around New York, Los Angeles, or even London. But they’ve never been here. They’ve never cared for his family. So why now?

Why do they care now that he’s here to finally sort out his past and move on. Is Karma really that much of a bitch? Telling him that he should have done this a lot sooner? That this would have been okay two years ago when he met Julia? Or even would have worked out before he got down on one knee to ask her to marry him? Now they come to town? Really?

He runs faster.

He should have done this sooner. Running, that is, not coming here. But he simply didn’t have the time today, though there were many, many moments he just wanted to forget, leave and not look back.

But instead he’s been on the phone all day, mostly with Brian, because if someone can make this go away it surely is his publicist, right? Wrong. Because while he of course wants to protect Tom and his ‘dirty, little secret’ as he calls it – as he calls Libby, really, something that Tom's not entirely happy about – it is good for Tom’s public persona to be seen with his family.

Sure, he’s a well loved actor, always smiling and very cool with a beautiful fiancé, but wouldn’t it be so cool to have him as a family guy ready to settle down and introducing his fiancé to his family as well?

Tom tends to agree there. But then again, his family has never asked for this. That’s one reason why he hasn’t come back in so long. His family has nothing to do with his fame. They deserve a quiet life, don't they?

Plus, publicity is great, but wouldn’t it be even better, if word of his marriage with Libby doesn’t get out?

Not just because of his public image, but actually because she's never asked for this, either? After all, he’s not just protecting his immediate family. He’s protecting her as well. The fangirls would not just coming for him, they’d probably strangle her.

He runs faster still, not even seeing his surroundings, but just hearing the beat of the music from his ear buds mixing with the drumming of his heart in his ears.

Yes, he’s been selfish. Yes, he probably still is. He wanted his career, and he wanted it to be in America.

But what he never told Libby, what he probably never admitted to himself either, because he had to focus, is that he also protected her.

It may have been in some twisty, pathetic way, but he did. Yeah, he disappointed her, and though her bluntness on Monday night shocked him, her feelings don't come as a surprise for him. He’s just never had to deal with them.

They would have hated each other back then. Either because Tom would have come back to London for her, giving up on his dream – possibly even accusing her of denying him living his dream – or because Libby would have come to America, living somewhere she didn’t want to and trying to be a social butterfly she simply wasn’t.

So, he didn’t come back, and he didn’t ask about her coming to him anymore. They both lived the lives they wanted like this. Yeah, she hates him now. But that’s better than Tom eventually hating her. He couldn’t live with that.

He stops at a park bench, panting and nearly folding himself in half, his hands resting heavily on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. Tom knows it isn’t a sudden lack of fitness that has him panting like this, whispering swear words under his breath. It’s him not caring about his breathing pattern on his run, because he’s got Libby on his mind.

His phone rings, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. He answers without looking.

“Yes?”

“They know.” It’s Brian. Again. For the umpteenth time today. But that’s not what Tom cares about now. What did he just say?

“What?”

“Someone from your stupid town in stupid England talked today, Tom. I don’t know if they paid them or if some old aunt in Oxford just thought that a certain pap was very charming. But someone talked. They know about your precious Libby.”

First, Tom is too stunned to form an actual thought. Then it’s lots of ‘shit’, ‘fuck’, and ‘why?’.

“I... who?”

“I don’t fucking know, Tom. I just know that I’ve got a phone call from several news sites here that told me since we're still in the middle of the day here, I should expect a story tonight with exclusive pics of Tom Hiddleston’s wife. It’s just a heads up apparently, we can’t do anything, they have the documents and her name. And if they have that, they’ll easily have a pic within the next two hours.”

Good thing that Tom's still next to that bench. Because his head is spinning and his legs feel weak, and he really, really should sit down now. So, he does.

“I don’t... What do we do?”

“We’ll spin a story somehow. I’ve got some ideas. I’ll call you later again, when I know what the media will make of this. Prepare yourself for a long night.”

Before Tom can utter anything or even think of something to make out of this, Brian hangs up, and Tom is alone on a bench in a Park in Oxford, his world spinning and swirling around him.

He can’t fucking breathe. Is that what a heart attack feels like? Because his chest is hurting and he still can’t fucking take a breath. What does he do now? Does he run home? Does he stay here and hide in this park forever, letting everyone else deal with this?

Well, no. Of course not. He can’t do that to his family or to Libby for that matter. He scoffs, rubbing his aching chest. He’s tried to protect her – to protect them – all those years ago, and this is what he gets.

Tom knew it. He knew that he shouldn’t have come here. He knew that he shouldn’t have gone out to that stupid pub or met anyone from his past. This town talks. He was right about that and Libby was wrong. Too trusting. Good thing she's never come to America with him. She would have been eaten alive.

Tom’s phone rings again. “What?!” he shouts into the receiver, again without looking at the caller ID. It can’t get any worse than this anyway.

“I guess you heard the news then, too. When were you going to tell me?” Shit. Julia’s voice is icy in his ear. Tom closes his eyes. This can get worse after all.

“Julia,” he sighs. “I—”

“Don't bother. You’re lucky I can’t get away from this shoot right now. But I’ll be on the plane on Friday morning, and you better have something you’re going to tell me then. Explain to me. And I’ll better fucking meet that freaking wife of yours.”

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It really is like the old times. Beth sighs. Damn Tom. And damn her stupid brain, because for the life of her, she can’t fall asleep.

So, she checks her clock – it’s 9.30 – and gets up to make herself a tea in the kitchen.

That’s when a ring from her doorbell startles her. After all the days she's had, Beth almost suspects it to be Tom. She doesn’t want it to be him. Why now? Can’t he just leave her alone? She just won’t open. She’ll make a tea, and then she’ll settle in bed. He can come back one of the other days.

But then there’s a knock on the door and Mrs Johnson's voice. “Beth, dear? Uhm... I don’t know, if it has anything to do with that former husband of yours. But you may not want to go outside. Can you please make him handle that? I want to be able to leave my own damn house.”

The next thing Beth hears are steps leading away from the door to her flat. What, now? Make him handle what?

Carefully, Beth makes her way through her flat, opening the front door slowly. She's always been too curious for her own good, so, she walks through the dark hallway and up to the front door of the house.

Are there people outside? Very, very carefully she opens the door.

And is blinded by flashes. And shouts. It’s a blur. People are in front of her house and they’re shouting ‘Beth’ as well as ‘Hiddleston’.

Beth gasps and closes the door with a bang, leaning against it from the inside. Then she slides down. They know her name. They know her.

Shit.

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Cutie Reviews: Doki Doki April 18

I’m not going to bother justifying my laziness (゜▽゜;) But if it helps, it actually gave me more time to reconsider my initial opinions of this box- at least to figure it out a little more. So in a way this is probably a good thing!

Yes I know I’ve been using this setting more often. No real reason why, it’s just left effort than heading to my “normal studio” and setting up.

Theme of the Month: (￣▽￣)ノ Time Capsule

As usual I forgot to take a pic of the Suteki Crate. So I took a last second completely unprofessional picture just this second:

But you get the gist right?

Okay! So let’s get on with the show!

80s Sanrio Retro Cup

Before I found out the name, this cup honestly gave me an 80s impression. No, I wasn’t born in the 80s <,< but when I was little, in the 90s, prints and designs like this were still common. I also do a lot of retro toy website browsing for kicks, so you see these kind of designs a lot.

These are also said to be dishwasher safe but are not for use in microwaves.

The cups were available with PomPom Purin, Pochacco, Keroppi, and the one I got: Tuxedo Sam, a dapper but clumsy, often-hungry penguin who first appeared in 1979 and owns a bow tie for each day!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I love the colors and design, it’s covered in them :3 This is probably the fourth cup I got that is made by this brand/style/material (?), and I really like using them when I don’t feel like being fancy and busting out the glasses (which is essentially every morning).

Tuxedo Sam Plush Key Chain

I figured I should do this one next because... well you saw the cup right? This is a basic plush key chain with a gold ball chain. I already talked about Tuxedo Sam above, so how about some random Trivia about him I found online?

1. His Birthday is on the May 12th 1978.

2. He is considered “Moderately successful“ in terms of Hello Kitty character popularity.

3. His full name is Tuxedo J. Orville Sam

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

For a small plush key chain he’s very well made. I’m used to them being really stiff or cheaply made, but he’s actually a bit squishy (without being too soft) and his detailing is wonderful. This is one of the better plush key chains I’ve gotten so far.

Badtz-Maru Coin Purse

A fashionable coin purse featuring Badtz-Maru, a 90s kid who enjoys making fun of silly things and collecting pictures of actors who portray bad guys in movies. He is also featured with his friend Hana-Maru.

There is another special feature of this coin purse:

Isn’t that this cutest thing?!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I admit, Badtz hasn’t been one of my favorite characters from Sanrio- but he has his own charm to him you know? Not only is this really cute, but it’s very well-made. I’m not sure what the fabric is, but I noticed it’s a bit stretchy and thick. I really like how it feels!

Sanrio Outdoor Mat

You can probably tell that this isn’t the actual product right? I didn’t want to deal with the hassle of removing it and putting it away. I’m sorry, I know I was being lazy in this one. But I always have trouble taking things out and putting them back in and I was running out of time that day.

As the name implies, these are for outdoors. In Japan, people like to use these when siting on the ground or attending a picnic. This was available in three designs; including Hello Kitty, My Melody, and Little Twin Stars. All three are really cute, but I love Hello Kitty so I’m glad I got this one. Look how precious that picture is!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

So initially I just intended on judging this on everything but use. I didn’t really want to take it out to use it but what kind of reviewer would I be?

So after using it (and actually opening it), I found it’s super easy to fold up and store. It’s very thin, but the material has a texture on top that I believe would make it easy for cleaning off should something get on it- which I like. The bottom has a layer of Styrofoam on it and it feels comfortable for being a thin sheet. I’ll be using this when I do some gardening or just want some fresh air.

Sanrio Coloring Book

This is a fun, simple way to pass the time when you have it to kill or just need to unwind. It’s not a complex coloring book, but it’s very sweet. It features a large range of Sanrio characters; from the mega-popular to the lesser-known, and it includes broken down Kanji so in a way it’s also useful for learning Japanese Hiragana and Katakana (the only one I can actually read).

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I love coloring books, and I prefer lesser-complex designs such as the ones in here in comparison to adult coloring books. Although I do own a handful of those too...

Poke ball Pouch

(๑꒪▿꒪)* Am I the only one concerned that it’s not a Sanrio item?

This is a cute accessory for any Pokemon fan, available in a few different styles (but I only saw the normal poke ball, and this one, the Great Ball). It’s perfect for holding accessories, makeup, keys, handheld devices, cards, money, and so much more!

As shocking as this might be... I actually had to look up which one I got. That’s how out-of-touch I’ve been with Pokemon as of late.... It honestly bothers me. I still treasure everything I’ve accumulated from the series since I was a child (I think I was between the ages of 5-7 when it first came out and I had tons of merch!), and I still have my favorites and precious memories of the series... but lately, I just fell out of love with Pokemon.

Despite that, I’ve been slowly getting back into it! I plan on catching up on this generation of the series I’ve missed; as well as the few spin-offs. I’m looking forward especially to getting Let’s Go Pikachu/Eevee in a few months!

As much as I adore both of them- I already decided on Eevee because it features Vulpix, who is my favorite Pokemon. It also has Meowth, who I also like.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 4.5 out of 5. I loved everything and their practicality. Although again I was left without that “wow“ feeling.

Theme: 2.5 out of 5. I can see what they were going for by using Sanrio, an older series. But considering everything but one item was Sanrio-based... I feel like this was another wasted opportunity in terms of theme. Like they could have used multiple older series instead of just like, two, or they could have made it an entire Sanrio-themed box?

Total Rank: 11.5 or 12 out of 15 Cuties. Everything in the box was fine and in good shape. I loved how useful it all is, even if they’re not every day items. I was mainly bothered by the theme this time around, which is kinda minuscule but I try to take everything into consideration when I rate these.

♡ Cutie Scale ♡

1. Tuxedo Sam Cup - It’s covered in designs and I love the soft, but eye-catching colors~

2. Badtz-Maru Coin Purse - The two alternate designs are so cute!

3. Hello Kitty Mat - I love the little bear dressed up like Kitty, and it’s adorable little Kitty doll ♥

4. Coloring Book - Again, pretty basic in terms of page designs but I like that. I like that it includes several different characters too.  

5. Tuxedo Sam Plush Key Chain - It’s fairly basic but really cute. I love being able to squish him~

6. Poke Ball Pouch - It’s cute if you really like video games like me x3

Okay Cuties, so several months late we’re finally moving onto our May boxes. This would be going a lot faster if I was as serious about this as I had been back when I first stared; I caught up with no problem. But as I see it, my work has definitely improved...

Anyway, I’ll try to get then next one done soon. I also took into consideration that when I get my first Gacha Gacha Box, I might go ahead and review it rather than going in order and waiting until I actually get around to it. As the first, I feel that I owe it that much you know?

Until next time, stay cute!

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