#my sleep deprived ass wanted to learn how to draw kissing and these two were my victims lol

[bleuteal]

I found this on my phone

[tailorvizsla]

You didn't think I wouldn't ask for some Boba Fett though now did you? (Of course not, he is the new shiny for me iuwhei) ✨ HC Of my Choice... What about having your first kiss with Boba and he doesn't #know it is your first one till part-way through or after? Am I projecting? Yes, yes I am.

Title: HC – Boba Fett and First Kiss Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Boba Fett Word Count: ~1700 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Boba Fett is a grumpy bastard, but you hold your own against him. Boba also gets injured, but there aren’t any graphic descriptions of the injuries. Author’s Notes: Okay, my Angle, I’ve been thinking about this one for as long as it’s been sitting in my inbox. I’m not familiar with Boba Fett’s character, so I wanted to make sure this was good for you. So, without further ado, here we go with the Big Green Grumpy Jerk who has somehow inexplicably charmed his way into my heart with a few gruff comments.

Tagging @princessbatears because chaos? :>

📚 My Master List 📚

Boba Fett isn’t a man of many words. It’s not that he’s shy or anything – he just doesn’t like talking to people beyond what is necessary. He has worked alone his entire life, so the sound of others’ voices just sort of grates on him. He especially does not like being crowded by people.

So, one day, while doing his thing, he ends up injured. It’s not even due to combat. His jetpack just…sputters out. His beskar’gam turns what should have been a fatal fall into a very painful one. He knows he has broken a lot of bones, but Boba refuses to die like this. He crawls his way back to his bike, calls for medical aid, and prays to the Maker that someone in town will come help him.

You are the only person who does come to help him. Most other people are too afraid of the Imperial remnants to work with a Mandalorian. Others are too afraid of Mandalorians to work with a Mandalorian. You? You are not afraid of much. He is not sure if you are brave or stupid. After splinting the worst of the damage, you get him onto the bike and get him back into town. It is at this point that Boba finds himself leaning toward thinking you are stupidly caring and trusting.

You inject him with bacta – the good kind that makes him giggly, sleepy, and numb – and get to work. When he wakes up, he’s wrapped in an annoying number of casts and splints, but at least he’s still alive. However, you then give him the bad news: the fall has damaged many of the delicate nerves in his back. If he fails to undergo physical therapy, there is a real chance he may never walk again. He’s no medical expert, but when he looks at the scans you took, he knows you aren’t lying.

So, Boba resigns himself to having to deal with you on a regular basis. The first physical therapy exercises are simple, yet they exhaust him to the point where he just passes out. As the days go by, he starts putting up the walls to keep you out. (Spoiler alert: you manage to find your way through the cracks in the wall, annoying him with barely any effort on your behalf.)

Now, under ideal circumstances, this shitshow would end with Boba Fett getting back on his feet, paying you handsomely for the amount of time you have spent getting him put together, and going back to bounty hunting, never to think of you again. But of course, the universe throws an even bigger wrench into his carefully thought-out plans. Someone finds out that you’re taking care of him and a whole bunch of angry townspeople converge on your little clinic. He grabs you and the two of you run. The last thing you see is your clinic going up in flames. (Boba can’t believe the shortsightedness of these people – they’ve driven off their only competent medical professional. What are they going to do next? Kill their only competent mechanic? Di’kute, every last one of them.)

And so, the two of you go off on a merry adventure, annoying the absolute shit out of each other on a regular basis. Boba especially is concerned at how easily you have managed to find every single weak point in his defenses – physical, mental, and emotional. You are a fair shot with your blaster, so when he got fresh with you that one time, telling you that your ass looked downright edible in the trousers you had borrowed from him, you drew your blaster and fired a shot off at his feet. He laughed so hard his bucket nearly fell off. (You are not sure if you are disturbed that he finds being shot at amusing. He does scold you a bit, but you do notice that he does not talk about your ass anymore.)

With your knife? You’re lethal, and he learns that the hard way when he fails to announce his presence behind you. One moment Boba is reaching to touch your shoulder and the next moment, he’s got your elbow in his face and your penknife embedded in his flak vest. Fortunately, the blade’s too short to cause serious damage, but he does not let you forget that you kriffing stabbed him when he was only trying to ask you what you wanted for dinner.

Even though Boba would rather cover himself in tiingilar sauce and crawl back into the sarlacc pit headfirst than ever admit it, the two of you make a damn good team. He goes off to hunt bounties, you stay in town to provide your medical services for a fair fee. Sometimes, when your services are not needed, you’ll hang back at the ship and do some basic accounting to keep him within his budget.

Boba grumbles when you ask to accompany him on a hunt, but he figures you really do need to learn how to defend yourself if anything should happen to him. When the two of you were surrounded by goons, you naturally fell into place behind him, your back to his, covering his shebs while he provides the heavy firepower. When the numbers are thinned to something more manageable, he sets you loose on them, letting you practice your knife skills. And by the Maker, he is impressed with how much you have improved since the last time you stabbed him.

Between hunts, you get his shebs back into fighting shape. Hell, he thinks he’s even better than he was before. The exercises you insist on forcing on him have made him more flexible than he was before, and his bones no longer creak first thing in the morning. One particularly hot, muggy day, you try to make him drink that vile green vegetable concoction you call a smoothie. Smooth his shebs, there are chunks in that liquefied animal feed. Sometimes he wonders if you’re trying to kill him on purpose.

(You don’t know this, but Boba has already arranged for everything in his possession, ships and banking accounts included, to be transferred to you in the event of his death. Hell, he has even started negotiating with a friendly Tribe to make sure you have a home to go to and your pick of their warriors for marriage, should you be interested. Boba justifies it this way: the last time his jetpack mutinied, he ended up several hundred thousand credits in debt to you by his estimation. By ensuring you have a safe place to go, and a family ready to welcome you, he can offset the immeasurable debt he owes you. It hurts to think of this, but Boba genuinely cannot bear the thought of you being alone in this cruel galaxy, the same way he had been when he was a child. So, if he ever does piss you off to the point where you off him in his sleep, you’ll be fine.)

You keep pushing and pushing, insisting that he needs B-vitamins or some other bantha-shit he’s sure you’ve made up for the sole purpose of annoying him. When you start going on about macronutrients and essential vitamins, Boba loses it. He tosses his cutlery down and goes stomping off toward the cockpit. You follow him, blathering on and on about the last blood panel you had pulled – HDLs, LDLs, and a whole slew of acronyms later, he loses it. Rather than snap at you, he shuts you up the only way his poor sleep-deprived brain can come up with.

Boba pushes you up against the wall, gently to avoid hurting you. You don’t seem at all phased. In fact, you start waving the paper at him as you try to draw his attention to his sodium levels. Boba leans in and presses his lips to yours. You finally stop talking, your entire body going stiff in response. He takes a moment to nibble along your lower lip before parting your lips with his, tongue probing a bit deeper in, and you still aren’t responding. Boba draws back and stares down at you. You’re wide-eyed and clearly in shock.

He leans in again. This time you respond clumsily, your hands clutching at that stupid piece of paper. He gently wrestles it out of your grasp and crumples it up. Then he tosses it over his shoulder, not caring where it lands. He cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss. Still, you’re not responding the way he wants, so he draws back.

“What, never been kissed before?” he asks.

Before he can say anything else, he realizes that that was your first kiss. While Boba has never wanted to be anyone’s First Anything, he realizes that he wants to make an exception for you. There’s no one in this entire galaxy who can annoy the shit out of him in one breath and then worry about his health in the next. You are his little baar’ur. After you have wormed your way under his plating and so selfishly made yourself a fixture in his life without his permission? Oh, no, no, you are not going anywhere.

He cuts off your stammering with another kiss. He takes this one slow, moving your hands to where he wants you to touch him – one at his nape, the other at the small of his back, right over that spot that makes his knees weak.

This time, you respond. Slowly, hesitantly, but as you grow more confident, your hands begin to stray. You worm your fingers up the back of his shirt and dig your nails into the sensitive skin there, making him gasp in pleasure. Then you dig your fingers into his long hair and tug lightly, earning a low growl from him. You freeze and stare up at him with wide eyes until he leans back in.

Fortunately, your big smart science brain learns his likes and dislikes very quickly. When he finally pulls away, he finds that he really likes what he sees – your shirt’s rumpled, your hair is sticking up, and your lips are red and swollen from his kisses. Then and there, he makes a vow to make sure you always look like a mess.

(Spoiler alert: quite a few more of your firsts happen right here in the cockpit.)

[ilovesamheughan]

Herself is fun like no other! 😂

Diana Gabaldon's Foreword to Clanlands Reveals Behind-the-Scenes Stories from the Outlander Set

Here's your first look at the introduction to Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish's new book.

BY DIANA GABALDON

NOV 3, 2020

outlander season 2 2016ED MILLER / STARZ

Well, in The Beginning . . . there was a man in a kilt.

I’ve always figured that if there’s something you want to do, you should start doing it, and if it’s the right thing, the universe kind of comes out to meet you. So, I started writing a novel about a man in a kilt, and the universe brought me a television show.

I’ve been indirectly responsible for a lot of strange things since I wrote Outlander – from:

. . . five seasons (so far) of a hit TV series

. . . the names of dozens of purebred dogs, racehorses and housing developments

. . . thousands of babies named Brianna or Jamie (no one has ever, to my knowledge, named a child ‘Murtagh’, which is puzzling . . .)

. . . Lord John Grey’s Tea

. . . symphonic band compositions

. . . a musical

. . . a Scottish woolen mill specialising in tartan

. . . a marvelous pair of cookbooks

. . . three million knitted cowls

. . . dozens of female fans who lower their trousers at book signings to show me ‘Da mi basia mille’ tattooed on their tailbones (as my husband remarked to me, ‘Well, how many people can say,“Kiss my ass” in classical Latin?’)

. . . a 72% increase in Scottish tourism (as Visit Scotland was kind enough to tell me), and

. . . an excellent whisky called ‘Sassenach’

But this book may be one of the strangest, and definitely one of the best!

I’m deeply honoured that Sam and Graham have asked me to write the foreword to one of the most interesting, unusual (to put it mildly . . .) and hilarious books I’ve read in a long time. I’m not quite sure what you’d call it, but then I’m used to not being able to describe my own books in twenty-five words or less, so this is probably not a problem.

To start with, it’s a buddy book. Two good friends banter (and bicker) their way across the Scottish Highlands, risking life and limb in that casual way that makes men attractive. Why? Well, because they’re both Scottish and they have both been a large part of Outlander (not just the television show, but the whole weird phenomenon), have realised that they are Scottish (wearing a kilt every day for two years will do that to you), and want to find out where their heritage came from and what being Scottish actually means (aside from being born liking whisky)

It’s also a road book. (Think Jack Kerouac, but with fewer drugs, more paragraphs and no sex. Well, almost no sex . . .).

Our two friends are in fact making a television series about several historical locations in the Highlands. Accompanied by a small film crew – including a talented makeup artist and a drone operator – they visit spectacular historical locations in the Scottish Highlands to learn the true history of some of the best-known massacres, fights, betrayals, beheadings, and other typically Scottish recreational activities. This is the story of that journey, accomplished via an aged Fiat camper van, tandem bike, kayak and any number of other improbable modes of transport that only make sense to people suffering from testosterone poisoning.

And on their way, they talk. Not only to each other, but to themselves. In some of its phases, the book is a twin memoir. Each man recalls his life as an actor – in bits – because every actor (like every writer) pretty much makes it up as they go along. Which means a lot of the stories are of the kind that are only funny to the protagonists with twenty years’ perspective, but are endlessly entertaining to the spectators.

These reminiscences include a good many stories from the Outlander set, as well. I’m only on set myself intermittently, but I do recall the day in Season Two when Sam’s horse – which he was preparing to mount – decided to take its mother’s advice and relieve itself before setting out (there’s reason why most costumes are made in multiples). And another occasion during Season Two wherein Graham was required to ride a mechanical horse (as the director said to me, ‘It looks like shit, but you won’t be able to actually see it on film’)

The mechanical horse was carried on the back of a truck, followed by another truck with a camera, and Graham was supposed to leap into the mechanical horse’s saddle while moving (supposedly jump-ing from another horse). This being television, they filmed the scene many, many times to ensure enough footage to get the effect they were after. When they finally stopped, Graham staggered downhill from the road where they’d been doing this, pausing by me and Anne Kenney (brilliant writer of the other episode in that block of filming) to say, ‘I’ve just been having a conversation with my balls. They said, “We’d really rather you didn’t do that again”’. And staggered on, muttering, ���I knew I should have worn a cup this morning . . .’.

And finally, there’s the actual history of the ‘clan lands’, woven through this tale of a journey. The travelers reach the most interesting/famous/relevant Highland locations, where they do learn what their history and heritage are, assisted by some of the most colorful inhabitants of those places.

So, you’re actually getting four books in one! (A real bargain . . .).

But the most important part of this book is the friendship between its authors, that colours and illuminates every page.

I was both intrigued and immensely entertained by the story, but also touched on a personal level. One of the most unexpected aspects of the whole ‘Outlander phenomenon’ is the amazing way in which it seems to draw people together. People read the books and watch the show – and they want to talk about it. So, they form fan groups and book clubs and Facebook forums, and deep, lasting friendships, all because of a shared love of a story.

I will always recall one woman who brought me a book at a signing, who told me that she lived alone, had been alone for many years, seldom got out and had no family – but that she’d become attracted to the story, found others who felt likewise, and who invited her to go with them to book-signings, premieres and conventions. ‘Now I have friends!’, she said. She cried, and so did I.

I hope you’ll feel that sense of friendship in these pages.

A final word, since this book is all about returning to one’s roots: Some years ago, one of my novels won the Corine International Prize for Fiction, and I was invited to go to Germany to accept the award. This was rather a Big Deal for the German publisher, and they took advantage of my presence to have me interviewed by the entire German press corps; newspapers, magazines, radio, television, literary journals, you name it. By the end of the week I was sleep deprived and a bit glazed over when I met a nice gentleman from one of the literary journals.

Delightful man, he went on at great (and flattering) length about the books. He loved my narrative drive, my characters were tremendous, my imagery transcendent!

So I’m sitting there in a pleasant daze, thinking, ‘Yes, yes, go on . . .’, when he suddenly said, ‘There is just one thing I wonder: can you explain to me, what is the appeal of a man in a kilt?’.

Well, had I been totally conscious, I might not have said it (then again . . .). Anyway, I looked at him for a moment and said, ‘Well . . .I suppose it’s the idea that you could be up against a wall with him in a moment.’

<ahem>

A few weeks later, home again in Arizona, I get a packet of interview clippings from the German publisher, and on the top is the interview from that journal. The publisher had attached a Post-it note, saying, ‘I don’t know what you said to this man, but I think he is in love with you!’.

A man in a kilt. A very powerful and compelling image, yes . . . And now you have two of them . . .

Pour yourself a good dram, open the covers and enjoy yourself!

Slàinte mhath!

Diana Gabaldon

Scottsdale, Arizona

August, 2020

[red-i-mean-blue]

A:TLA romantic ships part 1

yes, no one asked for my opinions, yes I will give them anyway, yes because I have decided making a bunch of meaningless decisions and arguing for them will improve my mental state, yes I watched the show all in one very sleep deprived go and i’m not interested in rewatching it so yes I have absolutely no sources, yes this is a really long grammatical nightmare because I don’ t know how to be succinct and i use way more words than necessary at any opportunity because if my point doesn’ t come across exactly like i intend it will greatly upset me, no I have not yet watched Korra or read the comics because i’m tired now let’s do this.

includes Kataang, Zutara, Jetkara, Jinko, Maiko, Sukka, Taang, Tokka, Toko Ty Lokka, Tyzula, Yukka bc these were on the Avatar wiki ship list, part two will go into gay ships more

from 0 I despise people who ship this immediately to 10 I will read absolutely anything with this, I love it and could draw it for hours on how much I think the relationship would be good and how happy it makes me

Kataang (looks like a comic book sound effect so plus points)

very clearly built up over the series

cute kid crushes also ngl did not know katara was 14 and not older 12 or 13 so didn’t care about age when watching

now I know she’s 14 and he’s 12 it’s a little weird but still

haters say katara was just the avatar’s trophy girl, as if aang didnt kiss the ground she walked on and wouldnt stop telling anyone how amazing she is. Katara was the first face he saw from the new world and they immediately became friends. she was so excited to meet another bender, he clearly is trying to impress her and it is working, he listens to her about bending and offers to take her to the other side of the world to master water, TELL ME at this moment she is not ride or die and she doesn’t even know he’s the avatar, he lets her feel like a kid again, which is a feeling she’s forgotten after years of being a mother to sokka and the children. he literally sweeps her off her feet to save her from the fire nations ship i-. rewatched boy in the iceberg and hoo boy had canon not messed it up, this ship could have been legendary

hard to imagine older them working out what with the whole last airbender, preserve air nomad culture, let’s travel the world bc nomadic lifestyle, what’s marriage i’m a monk without biological family values vs last southern waterbender, preserve southern water tribe culture, I believe in the power of family and am ridiculously dedicated to my tribe,  let me go home to my father and tribe shtick, but I don’t care for after the show finishes much except for following the gang fix the world so I don’t really care about the marriage issue

canon was good until that Mess in season 3, WHY did he kiss her after that speech, wish they talked that out properly, wish he learned letting go of her to open the 7th chakra was the only right decision, wish the ending was a little more vague in ships and just left things open but yk whatever

that finale kiss was sweet, they hugged foremost as friends, no blushing, and then got the fuzzies, that moment standing alone? a+ but without any talking about what happened on ember island, a little unsatisfying

overall, fine ship, not my favourite nor do I actively ship it, but I see a kataang moment, i’m like, sweet so I give it a 6

Zutara (apparently fans are zutarians which looks like an alien race, plus points)

latter half of the show had quite a lot of Zutara potential, but idk about Zutara actual

katara was so ready to drop his ass, no way at the start

there is only one dynamic between them in which I can see Zutara working and that is as in the Stalking Zuko by emletish series where katara is so distrusting over zuko she takes to stalking him to make sure he isn’t doing anything to hurt Aang or about to betray them (her) again but he is just such a sweet dork who keeps trying to apologise to her even while she’s apologising to him for being a bitch that she can’t help but start to trust him, i’m a third into the third book in the series not stalking firelord zuko and I am thriving and tbh this is the only situation where I accept zutara, read the series I love it

age gap is weird, I know it’s the same difference between kataang but they made a point of zuko being older in the show also he’s so much taller and I don’t like 16 year old boys with 14 year old girlfriends in real life and so would katara because jet

katara has a bad experience with bad boy sword weilders (jet) but I guess you could see it as the start of her type idk

they are both the moms of the Gaang. sokka is the fun dad.

there is a parallel between their families, with the leader of their people dad, mom who left the picture when they were young, an older brother who is not a prodigy at/can’ t bend their respective element so they become proficient at swords instead, prodigy at bending younger sister with a violent streak. this is why I see zutara as potentially a really close friendship, almost siblings, but not a romance because to me katara is a little too like azula for comfort...

tbh I think a lot of folk shipped it because ooh fire boy and water girl (not the game) that’ s perfect, and bam army of zutarians

overall, kind of weird but ok and good grounds for humour so I give it a 4

Jetkara (bad ship name, why would you like this, minus points)

Jet is bad. yes Katara really liked him, yes he was definitely her first kiss and she would definitely consider him her first boyfriend but they would not define it because it’s easier to manipulate someone when it’s unclear what your relationship is and Jet is bad, with his weird fricking eyebrows and not even real swords those hook swords

Not wasting my time, 2

Jinko (cool name, reminds me of Hong Jinkyung, plus points) 

short but so sweet. not the first thing people remember from watching the tales of ba sing se (brb going to rewatch and cry) but really cute, so here’s a running commentary

his first thought was she knew they were fire nation rather than a pretty girl sat in a teashop giving him looks because she had a crush omg

that honest surprise when his uncle suggested she liked her and then she walked up and asked him on a date, adorable

anyone who looked at that god-awful hairstyle and still thought he looked cute has it bad also aww that hair ruffle and the little grab onto his arm

he’s pushing his food around and she’s trying out ice breaker questions and recieving one word responses he has no idea what he’s doing

“she is not my GIRLFRIEND” he’s not over Mai, clearly but he still is trying his best to be a good date even if he’s terrible at making conversation

anyone who sat through that date and the bad lying and the stilted conversation and still thought he was cute has it bad 

he is So Bad At Lying he just told the truth very vaguely and then bam travelling circus

jin so knows the two are fire nation, the whole date she just politely ignores the clear lies and doesn’t react to the obvious firebending, what an icon we love jin

honestly I was really expecting the show to reveal that jin knew he was a firebender if not from the start then from the lights but eh I guess she can keep a secret, good for her

HE KISSED HER BACK BEFORE REALISING A RELATIONSHIP COULD NEVER GO WELL AND HE MAY HAVE ANGSTILY STORMED OFF BUT HE ADMITTED IT WAS A NICE TIME TO HIS UNCLE

that being said I can’t see anything more happening but this date but omg imagine fire lord zuko coming back to visit and they become friends I-

overwhelming support for pre-date jin flirting to an oblivious zuko and the date Jinko, 8

Maiko (name would be a good name for a cat idk why)

childhood sweethearts before the banishment i think

she crushed because he saved her hair from getting burnt by tackling her into a fountain? adorable

I love mai she’s so funny but I think not the best match for zuko? he has a lot of trauma to get over and she doesn’t seem like the let all your feelings out and let’s talk about it until you feel better kind of person.  it was deeply ingrained in her to keep all of her feelings and emotions strongly hidden because she got what she wanted from her politician parents so long as she was quiet, well-mannered, and perfectly behaved according to avatar wiki so I get why she’s that way, until I was 11 I was that way too all the time, I understand freezing your face so you don’t look afraid or upset or angry and risk annoying adults, but I don’t think that that would fit zuko with his social ineptness

they literally broke up twice but are just assumed back together? she just surprised him and said they were back together and I think he forgot she existed

the deadpan firelady and the fire lord would be hilarious together tho she got the ruthlessness he lacks

post coronation I can see it happening, 6 but under Kataang

Sukka (terrible name lmao)

the cutest, sokka very excitedly says “Suki!! :DDD” every time he sees her

she didn’t give him the time of day until HE changed, incredible

just the best canon ship, the two nonbenders in the Gaang but very clearly shown to be important key members.

suki is sneaky and badass, rivalling zuko for position on the team as the sneaky badass one (they tie and bond over being sneaky and badass)

sokka is a great dad, he is the dad of the Gaang and he clearly loves suki and suki loves him back

sokka ships are ELITE, 9

Taang (a delicious orange drink mix that reminds me of home, nostalgia)

foreshadowing from the swamp where someone aang loved in the future really made me think taang was endgame yk

opposite elements ideology that I guess is what zutarians like also leaves everyone in the gang dating a Gaang member if zutara happens

actually the same age but not much else going for it

best friends, 4 but under Zutara

Tokka (great name of a small pet fight me)

sokka ships are elite, childhood crush turned adult strong friendship

I really like seeing the rough, tough, greatest earthbender in  the world have a crush, adorable

sokka is a great friend and his and toph’s canon relationship is so sweet, I wouldn’t change it

toph was fully going to give sokka a kiss on the cheek for saving her life i’m melting

age difference is too weird for a romance he’s like 16 or 17 by the end I think and she’s 12

best friends, 10 as a relationship in the show, 2, but in their 20s after the show... 4 but under Taang

Toko (very forgettable name but both characters have 4 letters so I guess it’s hard to come up with something memorable but every time I read it as Toph because same shape ish so minus points for being annoying)

even weirder age gap than Tokka 

not many moments that could be considered romantic? 

toph first accepted zuko despite him burning her feet, how she sees, which was big and they resolved problems between them quickly

toph clinging to his arm and asking for a life changing field trip caused him to blush, but I see that as him being like oh someone wants to spend time with me?? she’s hugging me??? what is this 

convenient ship for kataangers because the Gaang could be paired off as Kataang, Sukka, Toko

her crush on sokka seemed to go away or calm down when he showed up and she punched him and teased him a lot, her way of bonding

similar strict teaching styles and bonding over secret identities as Blue Spirit and Blind Bandit and parental issues and being the children of important families who made them run away to enjoy not having anything to do with politics and being nobility with impaired vision who have never stepped into a kitchen in their lives and being used to servants and then being on the run

I really see them as siblings with her helping him relax from his duties as fire lord because you already know this boy’s sense of honour is going to make him work tirelessly to fix the world and him helping her relax from the whole i’m not a fragile, weak little blind girl, i’m the greatest earthbender in the world shtick and reminding her she can be both a blind 12 year old girl and the most powerful earthbender in the world, she can accept help without being weak or lesser than anyone, people want to help because they care not that they pity you

best friends 10, relationship in show 1, after show 3

Ty Lokka (I don’t like this name looks like a place but can think of nothing better)

yeah I guess ty lee’s obvious flirting is grounds for a ship but in every interaction he’s involved with someone else and doesn’t seem to like her as a person

do they even interact while on the same side?

friendly aquaintances at best, don’ t understand, 2 but above Jetkara

Tyzula (don’t like this name, like a mineral water?)

canon I don’t care it is canonically a possessive relationship

azula’s only genuine apology goes to ty lee after hurting her feelings

Azula clearly loves ty lee, her betrayal sends her mad

after a lot of therapy for azula and apologies, maybe a healthy relationship could form after the show, 8 above Jinko

Yukka (looks like a childish insult, surely someone could have thought of a better name)

Sokka’s love for Yue stays with him for the rest of his life, she was the first person to die in front of him and he sees the moon as her facing the earth

love this forbidden lovers content, sokka ships stay elite

Sokka and Yue spend as much time together as possible with secret midnight dates flirting (“you wanna do an...activity together?”)  Sokka’s reaction to Yue’s engagement shows that he wants to have a serious relationship with her, and also he thinks Hahn is a bad person for Yue, which he is. 

Yue dying devastated him and he never falls out of love with Yue. her last words “[she] will always be with him” are true. swamp visions show Yue as one of the most important people in his life like a season or so after he last saw her. he wouldn’t kiss suki in front of the moon, and cries when Yue appears on stage, ignoring Suki. he talks about the moon as if it is directly Princess Yue in that cactus juice scene.

she died in his arms oh my god don’t look i crying, he feels personally responsible and guilty

yue was great even though she was the indigenous or black girl with light hair and eyes character and I wish she could have helped aang in the spirit world 

despite her arranged engagement she clearly really likes sokka even though she knows nothing can happen, 9

Kataang, Zutara, Jetkara, Jinko, Maiko, Sukka, Taang, Tokka, Toko, Ty Lokka, Tyzula, Yukka

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Put Me In a Move

Keanu Reeves x Reader 

Summary Prologue  1   2   3  4  5

Warnings- Angst, Smut/NSFW, light bondage, sensory deprivation, slight dom/sub whipped cream

Chapter 6- Come On, You Know You Like Little Girls. 

When Y/n awoke the next morning, her back was stiff and her joints ached. She was curled up on the small sofa in her trailer, the checkered fleece blanket usually thrown over the back now draped over her form and the air-conditioning humming quietly. As she sat up, a soft groan escaped her lips, which felt uncomfortably dry, in dire need of hydration and she had to squint at the light filtering through the thin curtains guarding the two windows on either sides of the trailer. 

Dazed and bewildered, Y/n let the blanket slip off her shoulders, she was still dressed in her cropped jeans and striped t-shirt from the evening before, though someone had taken off her shoes. That was when Y/n remembered; her talk with Keanu, the talk that had somehow turned into a kiss and then her falling asleep on his chest. 

Vaguely, Y/n also remembered that she'd asked him if he wanted things to go on like that. 'That', in this instance being completely undefined. His answer wasn't one that she could readily recall and Y/n could only assume that he'd left some time during the night, which, arguably was enough of an answer in itself.

But he'd kissed her.

Didn't that mean something?

It did to her.

Using weary fingers, Y/n combed some sleep-disheveled hair out of her face. It was so stupid of her to think that kiss could mean something. Standing abruptly, Y/n barely spent a minute to hastily swipe the fallen blanket off the floor, dumping it to the leather cushions. Blinking quickly, she tried to dismiss her unshed tears and swallowed the bitterness stuck in her throat. Sure, it hurt, but if he was going to just leave without as much as a note, then she was going to act like it never happened.

Of course, immature pettiness got you nowhere, but Y/n thought that she had enough time left of her life to learn the hard lessons. For now, she'd stick to acting like a teenager.

Exhaling deeply, Y/n absently shook her head, hoping the troubling thoughts, the hurt and twinge of regret would just roll off her back. But the last thing stayed, clinging to her even as she headed for the small bathroom, brushing her teeth and then stripping herself for a shower. 

How could she have trusted him that easily?

As Y/n stepped under the spray, the water just warming up as it hit her skin, a choked sob fell from her mouth and unable to restrain the emotion for any longer, Y/n finally let the tears fall. How could she have been so naive? Did she think a handful of moments spent together and a kiss would magically make everything okay between them? That he’d ever want more from her than sex? Maybe befriending him in the first place was a mistake, maybe it was time to set things right once and for all.

Spending the rest of the morning holed up in her trailer, wallowing in her misery seemed like the favorable option, but Y/n couldn’t deny that the comforts of a queen size bed and room service were ones that she’d probably appreciate. So instead, she’d pulled on a dress she’d left over as a spare outfit a while ago, finished getting ready and called her driver to come pick her up.

Back at the hotel, she’d kept her head down and her sunglasses on, not in the mood to interact with anyone and hoping to, for just once, successfully avoid Keanu, at least until she’d mustered up the courage to put him in his place. Her dullness slowed her pace though and even as Y/n dragged herself down the hall, eventually passing the door to Keanu’s suite, she couldn’t bring herself to put a little pep in her step to ensure that they didn’t cross paths. 

Upon finally reaching the unassuming oak door, Y/n sullenly rummaged through her bag for the key card, sighing softly as she eventually slipped it into the slot, turning the knob and pushing the door open. Everything looked the way she remembered leaving it early the morning before, that was, until Y/n’s feet led her to the living room.

What was he doing there?

How’d he even get in?

The little table near the screen door that opened to the balcony was decked off with a cheerful breakfast spread. The summery colors of berries sparking her attention and the waft of fresh pastries almost had Y/n drooling. The rich aroma of coffee, some of it still in a dainty french press delighted her senses and delicate china was tucked neatly in its designated spot, awaiting use. It looked as if he’d ordered almost every breakfast food he could think of; savory baked goods, fluffy pancakes, golden toast, diced fruits, seasonal berries and even a can of whipped cream. “Ke….” She breathed, unable to manage much more. At least she now knew why he’d left.

“Surprise,” he mused, approaching to slide his hands to her waist, drawing her closer.

Clearly, he remembered something that she didn’t.

“What is all this?” Y/n giggled softly, looking around, cooing at the flowers he’d chosen for the centerpiece, a handful of pink roses, some of them still in bud. “And how’d you get in?”

“Well,” Keanu affectionately pecked the top of her head, easing the bag from Y/n’s shoulder, discarding it on the armchair a few feet away, “It may or may not have taken a bribe to the cleaning lady, her name’s Ester and once you give fifty bucks she’ll give you anyone’s key card, which is worrying, but not the point,” he added lightly before getting back to the story, “And all of this,” he gestured to the spread, “Is kind of my of saying that what I said last night, but better.”

Furrowing her brows, Y/n looked up at Keanu, “Well what did you say last night?”

His mood sobered but the air was still charged with possibility, “I said that, I think that we could try this. I mean, we’re obviously both no good at staying out of each other’s way,” he chuckled nervously, “And I do have feelings for you. I know I’m not good at talking about them, but maybe if we tried to…..”

“Date?” Y/n finished for him.

“Yeah,” Keanu breathed, “Maybe if we dated,” even then, Keanu sounded unsure of if he was saying the right word. It almost sounded dirty; the notion of them dating, what would people think of them? What would they think of themselves? “We could figure it out, see where things go.”

Nodding stiffly, Y/n tried to push down the swell of panic that arose upon his wording. Keanu wasn’t looking for something committed, clearly. And Y/n? She didn’t know what the hell she was looking for. Commitment was obviously hard for her, but something casual could ruin their friendship. But above it all, she did have feelings for Keanu.

What if it was too soon after Luke?

What if she ended up hurting him too?

There were so many ‘what if’s that Y/n probably didn’t have enough fingers to count them. But the feelings were there. That night in his room, the other one in the pool, their kiss; it all meant so much to her. He meant so much to her, maybe he always did.

Keanu looked down at her, his gentle hold on her waist slackening with the worry that she might tell him to go, that he’d misinterpreted the situation and tell him to leave. His intention wasn’t to spring a decision on her, and he didn’t want to force her to return his feelings. Had he overstepped? Were things ruined between them for good that time?

The surge of anxiety was one that Keanu wasn’t expecting and nearly served to knock the wind out of him. He didn’t think that Y/n meant that much to him. But his entire being screamed otherwise, despite his logical mind’s protests. It had only been three months, a few intimate moments, not enough to constitute anything but an awkward friendship, but still, he didn’t want Y/n to reject him.

But he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to get closer either.

One problem at a time.

Keanu didn’t know how to begin to sort that out, and he certainly couldn’t do it there, right when Y/n was looking at him like the prospect of them dating was more unsettling that pretending to have sex with him while she was dating someone else. It stung a little, especially knowing that he’d gone all that way to offer her something to make up for intruding on her time the night before.

He was ready to cut his losses, when finally, a ghost of a smile turned Y/n’s lips, her speechlessness having passed, “I think I would like that,” her smile widened at the sight of his, and Y/n tilted her head, sliding her palms to his biceps, closing the space between them, “Are you sure about this?” Y/n’s hands passed his neck, fingers barely grazing his skin before she had finally had her arms looped around his neck. He liked that, more than he was expecting to. For a minute more, he considered her question; was he sure?

No.

“Yes,” Keanu’s smile wavered, but he hoped Y/n didn’t see it. Drawing her in, he bent to catch her lips, and just like the night before, the world seemed to stop, letting Keanu bask in Y/n’s sweetness. 

They moved together, one of his going over Y/n’s, her tongue barely grazing his lower lip, humming quietly at the after taste of a cigarette and black coffee that still clung to him. The tip of his nose brushed the side of Y/n’s face, but she barely felt it. Slowly, Keanu’s hands inched downwards, all the way to her hips, just before circling her body, jerking her closer. 

Stumbling forward, Y/n’s breath hitched and Keanu swallowed up her little breathy yelp of surprise. Gradually, the sensuality of their kiss grew, a sweet, tender moment of shared affections quickly grew heady and hungry, mutual desire flowing between them. Keanu's hand slid lower to her ass and emboldened by lust, one of Y/n's petite hands traveled down to cup his growing bulge, the rough denim contrasting with her delicate touch. 

"We supposed to be having breakfast," Keanu chuckled, not yet willing for them to break apart.

With a wicked glimmer in her eyes, Y/n broke their kiss, briefly glancing towards the table before leaning over to swipe up the brightly colored can of whipped cream, "We are," beaming, she offered her hand, and intrigued, he took it  letting her lead them to the bedroom.

The can was hastily set on top of the nightstand before they took each other in arms again. Y/n's lithe fingers reached for the fastenings on Keanu's pants and just as quickly as they were undone, he pawed at the flimsy plastic buttons of her dress. 

By the time they were down to their underwear, Y/n was taking the initiative to shove Keanu to the bed, straddling his waist when he was propped on the pillows, his calloused touch steady at her pelvis, admiring her unrestrained breasts. Her hand closed around the cool tin uncapping it, though just as she was spray some on him, Keanu grabbed her hand and made easy work of hastily flipping their bodies so he was on top, "I'm afraid I don't do that little one," he chortled, low and husky, swiping the whipped cream from her grasp.

Dragging her lower lips through her teeth, the teasing nickname already riling her up, Y/n rolled her eyes, giggling, "I think that's called toxic masculinity."

Raising his eyebrows, Keanu absently shook his head, "I think it means I'm the boss here," he corrected.

Scoffing, Y/n wasn't ready to give in without a little bit of a fight, "Oh yeah? Prove it," she taunted, feeling shivers run down up her spine at the shift in his gaze. The playfulness now gone, replaced with wicked mischief and a darkness that had Y/n licking her lips.

Keanu leaned down, his cotton clad erection brushing her inner thigh. His hot breath fanned her  ear, "Oh, I wouldn't mind doing just that," he nipped her ear lobe, "But I'm not sure a little girl like you could handle it."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened, "You'd be surprised," Y/n bucked her hips, the strip of arousal soaked lace barely touching his skin, "Try me," Keanu pondered on it for a minute, seemingly trying to decide for himself, "Please," Y/n whined seductively, pouting.

Huffing a chuckle, Keanu rose off her a bit, glancing around eventually settling on Y/n, the inkling of an idea urging a smirk to upturn his lips. Skimming her sides, he eventually stopped to tug on the sides of her white panties, peeling them off, “Do you like these?” He hummed, just as Keanu freed her ankles.

“I-” Y/n was going to say that she was actually fond of them, considering the perfectly matched the bra that now laid strewn on the rug a few feet away, when Keanu, looking her straight in her face, ripped the front. The tearing of lace was louder than her gasp and even as Keanu maintained the arrogant twinkle in his eyes, Y/n’s jaw hung slack, not sure if she was bewildered or aroused, “Those…..” were new; she’d gotten them when she went shopping on her afternoon off.

“Be good and we’ll get you new ones,” he winked. By then, with half the crotch now ripped down the front, what was left of Y/n’s underwear now resembled a hasty strip of fabric. Keanu leaned over Y/n, still stationed between her wildly spread legs, capturing her wrists and holding them together, “You okay with this?” He questioned teasingly, pinning them over her head, “Or is it too much yet?”

Huffing, Y/n met his gaze, longing for more, “Do it,” she challenged, “Go ahead.”

“If you say so,” without another word, Keanu tied Y/n’s wrists together, making sure that they were tied tight enough to stay put but not enough to cause any damage. Afterwards, Y/n made light work of testing their strength, a little surprised at how the delicate material held up, the feeling foreign yet strangely encouraging. She’d never been tied up, but so far, she quite liked it. “Hold them over your head and tell me if you want to stop,” thinking for a moment, he continued, “Do you have a scarf?”

“That bag,” she nodded to an open suitcase, “There should be one or a couple you can choose from.” At no haste, Keanu got off the bed, and Y/n admired the way he looked from behind, his back muscles flexing as he dug through her bag, eventually producing a black silk scarf, with pink flowers about it. He took his time, folding it down to the right size before, with her permission of course, tying it over her eyes. 

Now deprived of two senses, Y/n’s breathing quickened on for a minute, but she tried to relax. It was okay, she trusted Keanu. After a minute or two, she exhaled quietly, though, his ears still caught it, “You good?”

“Yeah,” she half sang, a breathy smile and rosy cheeks prompting Keanu to continue. Sitting back on his heels, Keanu decided that he’d rather start slowly, to savor the moment, and enjoy the sight of Y/n squirming beneath him.

Angling the can, Keanu sprayed a bit on her lips, immediately going to kiss Y/n, the sugary condiment smearing slightly. Y/n moaned quietly at the taste, responding eagerly when his tongue swirled around hers and when she felt his free hand roaming her body, groping and squeezing where he liked. When Keanu finally pulled away, Y/n gasped, her surprise only growing when he covered her hardened, sensitive nipples with whipped cream.

Keanu took one of her full breasts in his mouth, sucking off the fluffy, white, sweetness which tasted even better now that it was mixed with the taste of her skin. As he teased the tip with his teeth, Keanu’s palm slittered between her thighs, the tips of his fingers grazing her folds, “You're so wet already,” he mused, only raising his head so he could transfer his ministrations to her other boob. Meanwhile, he firmly palmed her pussy, his thumb pressed into her mound, rubbing in circular motions, stirring a string of moans and pleas from Y/n.

The feel of his tongue and teeth teasing her breasts, paired with his touch on her arousal had Y/n longing for more. Part of her wanted to see, but another knew that being blindfolded was half the fun. Her remaining senses were springing to life; she was staring to easily make out the rustling of the sheets, feel the warmth of his mouth while the coolness of the cream and tingling left by his fingers was magnified twofold, “Keanu,” her breath shuddered, her whisper getting lost in the air around them. 

“Do you like this babygirl?” A new coolness spread in a line, starting at the center of her cleavage, down her stomach and stopping at her public bone. 

“I do,” Y/n’s breath hitched at the feeling of Keanu’s lips once again descending upon her skin, his fingers slipping between her folds, his thumb rubbing her cilt as two of his digits invaded her center, their roughness creating a pleasurable friction. 

Slowly, his lips inched lower and lower, until Keanu had reached his destination. Altogether, he stopped for a moment, and Y/n whined in frustration, barely fighting the urge to move her hands and reach out for him. Not long after though, he propped one of her smooth legs on his shoulder and then Keanu ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, extracting a pleasured whine from Y/n. Just barely, she could hear Keanu’s hum of enjoyment as he sucked on her swollen nub, occasionally flicking his tongue over it, shocks dancing their way up her spine and spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her back arched and Y/n tried to buck her hips, the only thing hampering her was one of his hands slayed on her stomach, pinning Y/n to the bed. 

“More,” Y/n pleaded frustratedly, her aching need driving her to impatience, “Please Keanu, more.” Keanu didn’t respond, instead, he carried on, frenching her cilt and reintroducing his fingers, curving them slightly to hit the right spots. “Ke…..” she moaned eventually, “I’m close.”

“Do it,” he urged against her cunt, feeling her walls already starting to clench around his fingers, “I want to taste you.” Just at the beginning of her climax, Keanu replaced his fingers with his tongue, letting it work her core and lapping up her release eagerly. Her legs felt boneless and Y/n’s body reverberated with waves of ecstasy, an incoherent version of his name falling off her lips, lost in translation. 

She couldn’t see him, but Y/n felt Keanu crawling up her body, “I want you to taste yourself.” Without anything further, he captured Y/n’s lips, stealing her ragged breaths as his tongue slipped past the barrier of her teeth. It was foreign to her, having herself on her lips like that; salty, sweet and strangely erotic.

Shoving off his boxers, Keanu maintained their lip lock even as he lined himself up with Y/n’s entrance, pushing into Y/n until he was sheathed deep inside. 

The feeling of having Y/n wet, warm tightness around his hardened cock was unmatched and light years better than Keanu recalled. He groaned loudly into her mouth, taking a minute to let the feeling consume him. Unlike their first night together, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt; he’d waited too long for that moment, it was his, Y/n was his.

At least for now.

Until she left, like everyone else.

In an effort to push away the turmoil that had just plumed in his lust clouded mind like oil on water, Keanu started moving; slow and aggressive, Y/n’s initial yelps enough to fully shatter his troubling thoughts, encouraging him to look down at her. 

Y/n’s bound hands clumsily pawed for fistfuls of the pillow, still eager to follow his instructions, her eyes still covered by the black and pink silk. With each drawn on thrust, the sound of his balls hitting her heated core joined his low, throaty grunts and Y/n’s audible breaths. It all bounced off the walls, maybe even loud enough for the guest in the next room to hear. The ordinarily sturdy bed rocked with them, the cushioned headboard slapping the cool grey wall with a loud thud, the subtle creaking of the frame drowned by everything else. 

She looked so good, bound up like that, under his control. Keanu liked that, but still, he wanted, no, needed to see. To meet her gaze every time he stretched her wide, “I need to see you,” he managed through gritted teeth, pushing off her makeshift blind fold, the other still pressed into the mattress next to her head. Keanu watched as Y/n blinked slowly, eyes a little bleary and her pupils dilated, her lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks each time she closed them. Though still, even with their eyes locked, he craved more, “Louder,” he grunted, roughening his pace, using his other hand to steady her hip, “I want everyone to hear you.”

Out of instinct, Y/n continued holding back, even as the roll of his hips reached the point of nearly being assaulting. Only trashy girls screamed, right?  It wasn’t in her nature for Y/n to let herself go like that. But it hurt so good. He stretched her so wide it burned and the throbbing veins running along his god-like cock were deliciously rough. Then there was his pace, fast and volatile, unforgiving and completely dominating. No one would have thought that Keanu could go from softie to a nearly violent control freak that quickly, and Y/n was living for it. “Louder,” he demanded, going faster.

Finally, it happened, though it was out of Y/n’s control when she moaned loudly, lolling her head to the side, arching her back. Her mind was a mess and the only thing that Y/n could recognize was that she was being literally fucked senseless. After the first one broke through, Y/n’s loud moans and garbled prayers came freely and already she could feel her second orgasm creeping up on her, “Fuck!” She screamed, absently wriggling her wrists in their bind, the lace bruising her tender skin. 

“Who’s fucking you good?” Keanu cocked an arrogant grin, rousing a faint smile of Y/n’s sticky lips in return, “Let them know who’s fucking this little slut good.”

“You!” Was all she managed initially, her petite hands now slipping out of the loosened tie, her ruined panties still hanging from one hand as they both flew to Keanu’s lower back. Her long nails sunk into her skin, like feline claws, stinging pain awakening as Y/n dragged them up his back.

“Who?” He gritted, sounding almost angry, his eyes frenzied and wild, primal desire evident in the dark pools. 

“You! You, Keanu!” Y/n screamed scandalously, and for sure, anyone passing by in the hall knew what was happening, “Holy fuck!” The knot in the pit of her belly snapped, the only warnings physical, a second warm gush rushing out between her thighs as her walls clenched around his member. Her legs tangled with Keanu’s thighs going limp and jelly like. 

Riding out her high without slowing, his pace growing sloppy as Keanu approached his own climax. Y/n was barely settled when Keanu was pumping hot spurts of creamy cum into her, the bucking of his hips rigid as he grunted her name, accompanied by a string of obscenities. 

"Fuck," he breathed, eventually rolling off her. Y/n winced, knowing, but certainly not regretting, that she'd be nursing the soreness for the next few days.

"That was…." A ghost of a bright, dreamy grin tickled her cheeks, "You're…..wow."

Keanu chuckled lowly, glancing at Y/n's sated form beside him, drinking in her disheveled hair and drooping eyes, "I told you." Easing and arm around her shoulders, he reeled Y/n in, letting her settle against the chest.

"You did," she giggled sleepily, too tried to roll her eyes at his confidence. "We have to get to set soon," though, if her tone was any indication, they really wouldn't be leaving that bed before noon.

Keanu yawned, her tire contagious, and it didn't help that sleeping with her on the cramped sofa the night before wasn't particularly refreshing. "We do," he could tell she was already mostly asleep and took the initiative to pull the duvet over them, "But it's not like they're going to start without us," those were the last words that either of them registered before succumbing to sleep, knowing that they were in for one a hell of a clean up before they could leave for work.

*****

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[hollyhomburg]

BTS as your boyfriend

A/N: Is there supposed to be an order to reactions?  some of these features specified occupations of the reader and there are touches of smut and angst but this is mostly fluff 

W/C: 2.1k

Seokjin

Takes cooking classes with you but half of the time the two of you get distracted (you tease him by grabbing his thighs and he retaliates by gripping a handful of your ass)

“This tastes good- but not as good as you” is one of his favorite things to say and you’ll often take turns saying it, (ie you’ll say it over breakfast, and then he’ll say it a few days later at dinner.

Doesn’t let his family intimidate you by bringing you around for a surprise visit so that you can see his parents in a more natural form and not their “Miss Korea and CEO” glory. Because to Seokjin- they’re just mom and dad.

Will literally drop everything if you say that you just need to get away for a little while. The two of you will often pack a suitcase and just go to the airport for a weekend- not quite sure where you’re going to go until you get to the airport

king of pet names. 

Is literally the most caring prince whenever you get sick, rubbing down your sore muscles with his strong hands aided by vapor rub

Called up your mother to find out how she used to make soup when you were sick.

Regularly makes you apart of his Vlive’s.  

The fans request that you two do a competition of who can stay silent the longest and you make him laugh within seconds.

So Seokjin has to make you your favorite meal because you won and the entire Vlive is just you making puns out of things in the kitchen

You hold up an onion and say “onion-haseyo” to greet the fans. 

You Throw a roll at him “I’m on a roll” 

hold up a piece of meat “the tur-KEY to cooking is a good attitude!”

You distract him so much that the sauce burns.

Wakes up early to cook you breakfast foods.

Yoongi

Both of you keep really strange sleep schedules. 

Some nights you’ll call him up and you’ll go to the Local Park and play basketball together to work off some of your energy.  

And he thinks it’s hilarious and adorable how competitive you get

Hears you humming one morning while you’re getting ready and records the sound on his phone only to use it as the hook on his next song (And it ends up being kind of an anniversary present)

Sometimes when he’s away and he can’t sleep and you’re not awake because of the time difference he’ll just play it to hear a little bit of your voice.

And it will lull him easily to sleep.  

Complains about how needy you can get but at the end of the day it’s always him making grabby hands at you for cuddles or holding your hand tighter in crowds.

Puts his hand on your thigh while he’s driving. lots of back hugs. 

God forbid any man show interest in you he’ll let all his Dageu swagger show. 

lovingly calls you “punk” 

 both you and Yoongi enjoy quite a lot- you both have a tendency to get overstimulated and overwhelmed by the world.

When you’re having a bad day you’ll curl up on his couch in his studio and he’ll turn the lights down low and pull you into his lap,

And you use his soundproofed headphones to block out the noises of the world while he works on his laptop.

And Yoongi can periodically comfort you by running a hand down your calf and watch as you slowly relax, your body becoming jelly next to him.

He’ll wake you up with soft kisses on your cheeks and his low grumbly voice asking “better?”

Hoseok 

Will try to teach you how to dance no matter how many times you’ve kind of…failed at being taught? Hoseok loves to spend time with you regardless.

Loves to guide your body into movements, he’s got a thing about control

Defiantly one of the kinkier ones in bed, he has a little thing for bondage and sensory deprivation; both giving and receiving.

He is absolutely whipped for you and would do anything to please you.

He likes to buy you flowers, sunflowers most of the time. 

Spends late nights with you staying up talking about your future, he’s actually the one out of all the boys that will probably ask about marriage first. (After Namjoon and Jungkook)

Thought it will be more of a thing that the two of you discuss rather than him just springing it on you.

He’d want to make sure you were on the same page as he was; every step of the way.

The two of you talk about everything- and plan out your future meticulously even though you know things rarely ever go to plan.

You go back and forth arguing about whether you’ll want a modern vs American style house, 

about possible pets and how big of a backyard you want (though you defiantly know you want enough space for a garden.)

You argue about kids’ names and whether or not you’ll try to push music and the arts on your children.

You know it might be foolish to dream, but Hoseok tells you that it’s just as foolish not to daydream, - without a plan for your future how do you know where you’re headed?

but Somehow Hoseok thinks he’d always know the way to happiness if you whereby his side. 

Namjoon

 Loves going to cafes to read with you. Takes picnics in the park just so you can sit and draw’s each other (even though he can’t draw for shit)

He keeps one of the doodles you drew in his wallet; right next to a picture the two of you took in a photo booth. 

Takes pictures of things when he’s away and sends it too you with captions like “this reminded me of you.” sometimes it’s a cute animal and he says “this is you in pet form!” 

Likes to do little crafts with you once he realizes finds pleasure in working with his hands- it helps him learn to control (no god of destruction tendencies anymore) and calm down his over-excitable nature. 

 Helps you repaint one of the rooms in your apartment and ends up having a paint fight with you. (Gives you handprints on your ass) 

 Always leaves a romance novel with you before he goes away for a stretch of time with a little notes saying that the romantic lead will keep you company until he gets back. 

Loves to hear you singing in the mornings softly under your breath- almost like you don’t realize you’re doing it. 

Pulls some strings and gets you to meet your favorite author for your birthday.

 You spend half of your time hiding behind Namjoon too nervous to meet them, but afterword’s you end up launching into a discussion about charters with the author and completely forgetting your boyfriend next to you

 But at the end of the day, that’s why Namjoon loves you-you're so passionate.

Jimin

This boy loves matching everything! Matching pajamas, matching designer shoes, he’d even tried to convince you to dye your hair pink with him once but that was where you drew the line. 

Gets matching couples necklaces. 

He’s your best hype man, taking photos of you for your Instagram and always making you feel praised. 

Jimin loves how you’ll blush and get embarrassed- maybe a little too much, he has a little bit of a praise kink himself. 

Does this thing where he’ll put his full weight on top of you and then refuse to move, saying that you’re too comfy. 

He’ll start to fake snore, and then giggle and thrash when you start to tickle him- queue a mutual tickle fight that he always wins. 

Secretly Kind of loves the jealous looks people give the two of you- because you’re the “it” couple and you both know it. 

You guys don’t talk about your feelings much, but some night’s he’ll come in from a particularly difficult day and he won’t be able to meet your eyes when you say his name.

You’ll drag him into the bathroom. Sometimes you’ll shower together and other times you’ll just slowly clean his face of makeup and run a cold cloth over his arms. 

You’ll stand in between his legs and tell him about your day, and by the time you’ve applied his skincare regime he’s lost that far away look in his eyes. 

Then the two of you will spend a little while winding down watching a movie or something before you fall asleep against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat.

Jimin wonders what he did to get someone as caring as you in his life.

Taehyung

Asked you out during the Seoul lantern festival, you were all bundled up in his jacket and his scarf. He loves seeing you in his clothes

Wrote, “I wish you’d be my girl” on a lantern for a wish, and then slowly turned It so that you could see it while hiding his face.

When the two of you let it go he watched you with baited breath, until you nervously pulled him in for a kiss. 

 Asks you to put on fashion shows for him. but always end with him sighing and saying, “I still think you look best in your birthday suit“ and you’ll slap his arm but let him pull you in close for a steamy kiss. 

Make out sessions everywhere- backstage, in the studio, in the hallway closet. 

Will buy expensive lingerie for you literally just to make it dirty

Supports you in designing your own clothes and making alterations to make it fit you and your style.

You’re kind of known as the hot topic fashion designer with the idol boyfriend.

Wears one of your pieces to an event and when asked who he’s wearing he proudly proclaims “my girlfriend!”

Can be the tiniest bit possessive of you- and if you ever get angry at him he’ll just put his hands on your waist and say

“Do you think the Louvre would ever let a Picasso go? The world treasures and protects masterpieces babe which is why I feel the need to treasure you.”

Absolutely loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, you’ll go to his performances and he’ll get all sweaty and between sets

And all you have to do is run your fingers through his hair and he’ll get this pulse of sexual energy

Fansites will be talking about it for weeks. And meanwhile, you’ll know that every smirk was just for you.  

Jungkook

buys you a lot of makeup (practically all of Sephora) and all the fragrance collections- though he does have his favorites.

He often pulls you close and smells your neck and asks, “Which one is this? You smell like candy!” 

But loves how you smell after sex- how you smell like him- the best.  

Really supportive of your choices and your hobby of making makeup tutorials on youtube. And you end up becoming a Makeup Mua (one of the most popular ones in the world) 

Even does a video with you where he lets you do his makeup? And it ends up being one of your more popular videos. 

And then he does a video where he tries to do your makeup and he does a terrible job but you just end up laughing. 

He see’s a tutorial “how to make your girlfriend a makeup bench” on youtube and tries to make it for you, almost staples his hands and ends up getting sawdust everywhere.

And ends up asking for your help picking glass out of his hand- he broke a light bulb. 

And you’re torn between being serious about the glass or laughing over his pout- because he really wanted it to be a surprise but he’s in so over his head as he has zero experience in carpentry 

You think it’s so sweet that he would try to make it himself instead of just buying it for you. 

Harmonizes with you when you sing in the shower- no matter what song it is- even if it’s let it go from frozen he’ll put Elsa to shame. 

Sings you to sleep at night when you can’t sleep. 

He’s also one of those boyfriends that’s just a stereotypical gentleman

Always holding open doors for you, hand on the small of your back, offers to carry everything for you

It’s not a misogynistic thing he just does it because he just wants to treat you how you deserve. 

Proposes to you on your first anniversary, “I might not be good at making things, but I know something that was made for me when I hold it. I was made for you and you were made for me- I’m sure of it, there is not a woman in the world who could make me happier.”

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Summary - A couple of people asked for some Jay Halstead as a father which I agree is to die for so I merged it with another prompt I received (#6) and thought the outcome was pretty cute! Fluff central!

You grumbled slightly in displeasure, swinging your legs from underneath the warm satin sheets of yours and Jay’s bed after hearing the wails of your 3-month-old little boy echo throughout the apartment for probably the fifth time so far. You tossed the covers away from your frame, mentally cursing yourself for letting this frustration get to you. I mean I shouldn’t expect any less. This was a child and yes they’re set out to be the most difficult obstacle for most adults to tackle but I guess you never fully anticipated it. Especially since you were notoriously known around district 21 for your love of sleep; whether it be due to the late morning entrances or the midday naps in the break room. You glanced over at Jay, letting your eyes roam his peaceful state as a sigh of relief washed over you knowing your sudden shift of movement didn’t wake him. 

After tiptoeing around a shed load of obstacles your were still yet to clear in any free moment, you reached the nursery for your son; soft blue’s and red filling the entirety of it, something Jay spent months working on perfecting for ‘his little detective’. You looked down upon the small frame of your son, his limbs sprawled across as much of the baby pillow as possible and his diluted, crystal blue eyes peering right into your own as more cries escaped his tiny lips. You reached down into the crib, lifting his body to bring him tight into your chest, small bounces in your steps hoping to soothe him down ever so slightly. Slumping yourself into the rocking chair tucked away in the corner of the room, you couldn’t help but let out a defeated sigh feeling as pools of tears soaked through the silk robe that was draped across your shoulders. “God, what’s up with you today little one?” you hushed, a few of your own tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You hated seeing your baby boy cry. There was just something so personal about it- particularly not knowing if he was in pain, hungry, tired. It just tore you apart a little bit each and every time he sniffled.

“He still not settled?” You heard the faint grumble of your evidently sleep-deprived fiance as his frame leaned against the doorway into the nursey- top off may I add. I mean could you really fall in love with this man any more. His signature Halstead grin encased on his lips, something you so hoped he’s pass on to your son yet you couldn’t help but amongst that notice the dark circles that were so prominent under his baby blues. “He’s being difficult. Wonder who he gets that from. But I learned, you can’t do much more when that happens.” He retorted. Of course, Jay being Jay turned your genuine sympathy into a laughing stock. But you didn’t expect any less of him. I mean even with his comment he did make sense. If he’s not hungry, tired, then what more could I do than offer that motherly support that has grown so rapidly from the very moment I lay my eyes on him. 

“Ha ha. Very funny. I just- I- I sometimes feel like I need to be doing more you know, he’s crying for a reason for god’s sake and I can’t figure out what. I’m a trained detective and I can’t figure out why my child is crying. Sometimes it’s like I just don’t want to be a bad mother.” You mumbled lightly allowing for your eye-line to shift towards the small form weighing down your arms before returning it back towards the chiseled chest of Jay. You slowly stood out from the chair, that small bounce in your step ever-present as you maneuver yourself towards your partner drawing yourself to a halt a mere few millimeters from his chest. Your little boy was the only thing in between the two of you. It made sense. He was the center of our love after all. I thought to myself as Jay lay his hand delicately on top of my shoulder before placing a chaste kiss to my forehead.

“Maybe he’s just lonely. Let’s just let him sleep with us tonight. Neither of us have work tomorrow so it can just be a nice chilled night as a family, what’d ya say my little detective.” Jay exclaimed, his hand soon finding its way towards your tiny man, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles through his tufts of hair. You couldn’t help but grin slightly hearing that nickname Jay had given your son one more time. Y/s/n already had the best backup in the world. He had his future pathed bright for him in and in Jay’s eyes, he was the luckiest soul around.

Once entering your bedroom, you slinked your body underneath the covers, Y/s/n still cradled in your arms as you tucked yourself into Jay’s side. Knowing there was that small possibility that the both of you wouldn’t be sleeping for a fair while, Jay reached for the television remote instantly falling onto an old Blackhawks game which there’s no doubt in your mind he's watched at least ten times before. Around halfway through the game, you noticed your baby boy grow heavier in your arms as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber. It was then staring at him you realized just how much he truly reminded you of Jay. His tiny forming freckles being the icing on the cake.

“He really is your mini Jay.” You broke the silence, seeing his eyes light up as the television screen fell black and his gaze fell on the two of you. Gazing back up at him, you offered him a small grin as he continued to press his lips against your head.

“He kind of is.” He chuckled. “The only difference right now is I’d class him as perfect. You’re perfect for giving me this. Love. A family. You know I never thought I could love like this but then you came along; then he came along. Unexpected and scary as hell but I wouldn’t ever take it back. You’re honestly the strongest, most bad-ass woman I know and it kills me that you doubt yourself as a mother. You’re amazing with him. I knew that from the second he cried for the first time in the hospital alongside the look you gave me in that moment. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you babe. So frickin’ much.” Seth whispered amongst your hair as he laced his fingers with yours leaving your heart physically melting under his warm touch.

“I love you too Jay Halstead. Until my last breath.” You grinned back at him as you rested your head against his shoulder and let your eyes take in the subtle light once more before drifting off. 

Jay looked down longingly upon both of your silent bodies whilst softly running his hands through the blonde strands of hair that sprouted out from his head. “If you share one thing with mommy it’s your hair little man. Even more when she has her morning hair thing going on.” He knew that was true. He saw it the second you brought your son home. He dragged your torso closer towards himself leaning himself forwards to lay a dainty kiss on y/s/n’s head; his heart fluttering as his fragile body squirms under the gesture. “You’re going to do the Halstead name proud. The both of you.” He murmured again into the dark abyss that was now your bedroom and let himself too float into a state of dreaming; which in his mind seemed impossible. His life was already a dream...

A/N - I do love some Jay Halstead. On top of that, him with children is just o die for! Let me know what you think of this imagine, I got a lot of inspiration for this one! Thank you for reading! x 

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REVIEW-The Sweetest Fix  by Tessa Bailey         ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 STARS

The Sweetest Fix is the delicious story of a dancer, taking her chance in New York City, and the grumpy baker she meets under less than honest circumstances. Leo wants nothing more than to be left to his baking, something that fulfills his need to care for others. He has dreams of expanding, but needs a push to make them happen. That push comes from Reese, the woman that dances her way into his life and opens his eyes to possibilities. I'll say now that while I loved Leo and his dirty-talking ways, Reese is the absolute star of this book. She's got dreams and, despite a few moments of self-doubt, she is determined to create the life she wants to live. Her excitement at being in New York came alive on the page, and I adored that Leo was happy to bask in her joy. The gift Leo sent to Reese while they were apart is one of the best things I've ever read in a romance novel. Also, nap dates are the best idea ever!  Major swoon and lots of happy tears! If you're looking for a sweet treat, with a side of sexy, the The Sweetest Fix is sure to hit the spot!

                                              Excerpt:

Leo stuck his hands in his pockets and sauntered toward her, taking a spot beside her at the edge of the roof. “So. You’re a long way from home. How long have you been in the city?”

Her smile wavered, the reminder of her lies of omission twisting bolts on the sides of her throat. “Oh, not long.” She turned and propped her arms on the wall, looking out over the city blocks. “I wish my mother could see this.”

“You said she owns a dancing school. Was she your teacher?”

“When I was little, yes. Around age ten, she thought I needed something a little more advanced.” She gave him a prim look. “It paid off, too, don’t you know? You might remember me from a certain national Red Rover Yogurt commercial.”

He turned slightly, squinting an eye at her. “Wait a minute. No way.”

Reese pushed off the wall and performed the soft shoe routine she’d done thousands of times—mostly as a party trick—since the age of eleven. “No preservatives or chemicals, we’ve got your all-natural meals,” she sang, “Choose Red Rover products and kick up your heels.”

“Holy shit.” He stared at her, dumbfounded. “The audacity of me to ask out a celebrity.”

“Please.” She fluffed her hair. “I put my pants on one leg at a time like everyone else.”

They seemed to gravitate toward each other naturally, as if there was no other option, until their faces were a handful of inches apart. “How about those shorts?” he said gruffly. “You get those on the same way?” 

A hot, fizzy stream of awareness circled and danced in her midsection. This was flirting. But not the kind she was used to. Where she worried about every line out of her mouth, worrying they would come across too desperate. Or if the guy would think she was funny. No, it was easy as breathing to pull back the edge of her coat, drawing his attention downward. “What? These old things?”

“Yeah.” A muscle ticked in his cheek. “Those.”

She leaned in like they were sharing a secret and watched his eyes darken. “I have to wiggle around a little to get these on.”

They exhaled into each other’s space, not bothering to hide the fact that both of them were breathing faster. “Damn, Reese.”

There was a wealth of meaning in those two words. Not just, damn, you look good in those shorts. But damn, this attraction between them was not typical. “I know,” she said in a rush, their mouths almost touching. She wasn’t sure what made her pull away before he could close the distance for a kiss. Maybe it was to gather her wits or a tug from her conscience. But she took a long pull of February air to perform maintenance on her short-circuiting brain. “So, um…” She resisted the urge to fan herself. “How long have you owned the bakery?”

With his own centering breath, Leo slowly settled back in a safe distance away. “Four years,” he said, voice gravelly. “Took me a while after culinary school to build the capital and find the right people. The right place. Didn’t want to rush it.”

“Capital?” Her question hung in the air for several seconds before she realized what a stupid assumption she’d made. “Forget I said that. I just…I thought with your father being who he is…”

“That I would have an automatic investor?” He shrugged a shoulder. “Natural to assume that. Don’t worry about it.” There was an assessing glance in her direction, as if he wasn’t sure whether to say more. She held her breath, hoping he would. “I guess it didn’t feel right taking money for something he doesn’t have a real interest in. Baking. I’m not saying he’s unsupportive. We’re just about different things. Felt better doing it on my own.”

“That’s admirable.” She wanted to tell him how much she could relate. Currently. Trying to grasp something that felt just within reach, refusing any shortcuts. How it could feel scary and unfair one minute, rewarding the next. “And I guess you found the right people. Jackie and Tad.”

Warmth moved in his expression. “Yeah. Tad was actually an usher downstairs when I met him. We interviewed Jackie together. She’d just dropped out of nursing school because the emotional toll was more than she expected.”

“So she went for the exact opposite.”

“Only for a while. I doubt she’ll be at the Cookie Jar forever. But I’ll be glad to have her as long as she puts up with my grumpy ass.”

“You’re not coming across as grumpy as you did Saturday night.”

“That’s because I’m trying to charm you into going out with me. Is it working?”

Her laugh drifted out over the rooftops. “Maybe. How long until the grump returns?”

“I skipped lunch. So…imminently.”

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                                      ABOUT TESSA: 

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days. 

 Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the workforce as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. 

 She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eleven years and seven-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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