Nothin-on-you

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B: “- That, my ladies, is Cromwell Goth. he just got transfered from NU. Drugs I heard… and nothin’ for you, Borgman!”
C: “- Of course not! I have you!
*kiss*
N: “- First, YACK!, you two makes me wanna puke and second; Goth you say? Like in the THE Goths?”
B: “- Yep!”
N: “- Interesting…”
(music)

anonymous asked:

Okay girl. As a gay guy: DAMN. WORK. SHOW US HOW ITS DONE. You ain't like nothin else!!! You've blessed us today!!

This message made my day 💕

[In reference to my butt pic LOL]

listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already

Popsicles And Kiwis

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 4800+
REQUESTED: yes !

so this came from a small request about eating a popsicle and accidentally starting something that couldn’t be finished…….i went a bit overboard with it, but i hope u enjoy some smut! please let me know what u think :-) it rLY motivates me ! [feedback] [masterlist]

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Nothin’ Like You part 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Medium!Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff.

A/N: This is a mini series, only about 800 words a part, I will be posting the parts through out the day, keep your eyes peeled peaches.

In a world of Soul Mates, you manage to keep yours a secret. The initials on your wrist that appeared on your 18th birthday, you’ve taken every precaution to avoid letting anyone know who you were meant for. Captain Rogers is a firm believer in the initials on his wrist, even though you believe God has a sick sense of humor when it comes to your love life. Captain Rogers and a lowly assistant are a joke of a match. Even the ghost of Peggy Rogers agrees, how can you be meant for someone who still carries the ghost of his beloved ex with him?

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Downfall 🌧️

Originally posted by harryforvogue

A/N: This was a little bit too cheesy for my liking, but it was something that was always in the back of my mind.  Let me know what you think!

You breathed in the wet air as you stood on the porch. Leaning slightly on the railing, you closed your eyes and listened to the pitter-patter of the rain. It was enchanting somehow. The way each drop created a tune of its own as the soothing melody coursed through your body, replacing all your worries with neutral thought.

You jumped when a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around your waist followed by a swift kiss to your hair. You relaxed into the lean body sighing at the warmth you didn’t know you craved.

“Whatcha’ yeh doin’ out here, pet,” Harry mumbled, hand rising to rub the sleep from his eyes.

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Legend of Welp! #100

Zelda: Thank you, Princess of Twilight and Hyrule’s Hero. You have my eternal thanks.

Midna: No worries, Princess. 

Link: Mm hmm.

Zelda: Hero? Is there something the matter? Why aren’t you speaking?

Link: *shrugging* Mm-mm? 

Zelda: Link? You’re not hiding anything are you? Are you injured?

Midna: Nah, he’s fine. He just has this adorably thick country accent that he’s too embarrassed to let you hear.

Link: Gosh Darn’it, Mid! Does “cross my heart an’ swear to die” mean nothin’ to you Twili folk?

Zelda: Oh my God… 

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I love you. Mylene, I love you. What do you think about that? Okay, look. I don’t mean to be conceited or nothin’, and you know I am not like that anyway, but if you see the way you’re lookin’ at me right now? That ain’t the look of someone who don’t like someone.

It’s Just Netflix...Chill

Originally posted by jayparkisagod

It’s Just Netflix…Chill
[Jay tried]

“Please”

“No-”

“Baby please! Pretty please? With a cherry on top. We’ll even watch whatever you want.”

Sighing you rolled your eyes. Your phone wedged between your shoulder against your ear while you tried to clean up around your office. “Jay, you hate my shows. I just wanna go home. Take a nice long bath, and catch up on my dramas.”

“You can do that all at my place, come on I haven’t seen you a month.”

“And whose fault is that Rapstar?”

Jay had a tendency of going ghost for weeks at a time. Rather it was for recording, business, or tours he’d usually be gone for a while. You two weren’t clingy about your relationship, and you always had something else going on to distract you so it wasn’t too bad. But when he did come back he’d always be a little too clingy. It honestly was adorable, and you always got a kick in making him beg.

“I’m sorry Baby, come on I just wanna see you.”

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Koala

summary: you just love hugs.


Shawn was talking to some of his labelmates at a small party that Island was having, to celebrate the release of some albums and singles. You were over by the food, talking to James, when he got called over by his manager to talk to some other musicians. You tossed the plastic cup you had been drinking from, and made your way over to Shawn. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and his arm found its home on your back. He continued the conversation he was having, and you just listened to it, zoning out a little. Shawn’s thumb was rubbing your shoulder, and he laughed at something the man said.

Once he left, Shawn looked down at you. “What’s up, babe?” He asked, rubbing your back.

“Nothin’. Just wanted a hug.” You said, smiling.

Shawn hummed, squeezing you. He kissed your forehead before you two walked over to the food, and Shawn grabbed a small plate and loaded it up with food, and you just grabbed another drink.

Shawn was in the kitchen of his childhood home, doing an Instagram stream, making some pancakes. You saw he was bus flipping pancakes, so you tip-toed across the floor, and your arms wound around his sides. The singer jumped a little, and you looked at the phone, which showed that Shawn was smiling. “Goodmorning,” You whispered.

“Morning, baby.” He tapped your arm, and you released him long enough to grab the batter, and a plate to set the finished pancakes on. But as soon as he was back to the griddle, your arms were around him.

“So,” Shawn spoke into the stream. “All she really does is hug me. I could be doing literally anything, and I can just expect her to hug me. She’s like a koala.”

The team had two hours to kill at the airport, so you and Shawn walked over to the Starbucks that wasn’t far from the gate. While waiting to get your coffees, a few fans came up to Shawn. He took photos with him, and they wanted to talk for a little, and you two didn’t have anywhere to go, so you four talked. Your arms were around your boyfriend’s waist, and his hand was on your back. “I think it’s so cute that you guys always hug!” One of the girls said, and you blushed, tucking your face into Shawn’s chest.

Shawn laughed, hand moving in a circle on your back. “We’re like two puzzle pieces, we just always fit together best like this.” He said, and the girls bid them goodbye not too long after, having to go catch their flight.

“Like two puzzle pieces, huh?” You asked, looking up at Shawn.

Shawn saw Josiah taking some photos, and  it was just before the concert, so everyone was just hanging out in the back of the arena. You were, surprisingly, attached to Shawn’s side, holding a conversation with Dave. “I’m surprised Shawn hasn’t declared a personal bubble yet.” Dave joked, and you snorted.

“What?” Shawn asked, looking up from his phone.

“Dave’s surprised you haven’t forbidden me from hugging you.” You said, hand going to fix his hair.

Shawn shrugged, looking at his bassist. “I don’t actually mind her koala-ties.” You groaned, letting go of Shawn and walking away.


a/n: i’m using my hotspot on my phone to post this because my wifi gave out. rip. 

and i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way

an: title stolen from the song of the same name, a top forty hit in 1917 because fuck am i predictable.

summary: a steve trevor is alive in the 21st century fic. why? because i want him to be. how? no one cares, he just is.

There are few things in this world that she takes true delight in, anymore. The laugh of a child, the blush of first love between a young couple, the first fall of snow every year - these things make her smile, remind her of a past she takes care not to reminisce on too often, but they do not delight her.

This. This is a delight. 

He picks his way through the room, fingers drumming against every surface he encounters, eyes taking everything in, and she’d always noticed this about him, his attention to detail, his easy acceptance of every outlandish thing before him, the way he paid notice of how things worked. She’d taken him here because she needed proof that she was not being deceived, but instead she finds herself watching the fall of his hair over one eye, the impatient way he brushes it aside only for it to fall straight back into place, like it belongs there; the way he takes a startled step back when the screens blink to life before him, and the way, moments later, his gaze darts to the touchpads on the desk, the quizzical furrow of his brow as he tries to puzzle out how it all works.

“You wanna explain to me why there’s a dead man wandering the Bat Cave?”

Diana turns her head to catch sight of Bruce out of the corner of her eye, watches him as he carefully moves too stand beside her. The corner of her mouth slides up and she shakes her head back and forth, once, twice, before returning her eyes to the bank of screens and the man standing before them.

“No.”

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