and your adorable stupidity

#Work Doodles Part 4. This makes it seem like I’m not doing my job but istg I am!1!! Shiro is just such a cute grumpy baby boy pouting! (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

Anger levels

Aries mars:


Taurus mars:

  1. Who the fuck are you? Stay silent please.
  2. Okay you’re not listening to me and that’s making me a bit nervous.
  3. .
  4. .
  5. .

Gemini mars:

  1. hahahahahaahaha you’re so angry
  2. Well let’s see, you’re so wrong bc *throw away all his arguments* that’s it, buddy. Go home, enjoy life.
  3. *Still isn’t angry*

Cancer mars:

  1. You’re angry? Well I can’t understand what I’ve done to make you angry, literally I’m not like that in fact I should be angry with you for making all this drama.
  2. How???? YOu’re hurting me and you fucking like it, You are always hurting me and throwing all your problems onto me can you stop please I DON’T DESERVE THIS.
  3. You’re the worst person that I’ve known. I hate u *hates them until they ask for forgiveness* Okay let’s hang out, I know a cool place we could go :)

Leo mars:

  1. How u dare
  4. *Gets bored*
  5. I still hate u but I have better things to do ;*.

Virgo mars:

  1. I don’t find interesting fighting you.
  2. Don’t you have something better to do than yelling to a wall?
  3. You’re kinda idiot, aren’t you? Let’s see, you’re yelling inside a room (that, metaphorically, can be your own head) to someone that isn’t understanding and, furthermore, doesn’t care about the problem itself. Don’t you catch the uselessness of this situation? Plus, you gotta check your arguments. They’re too weak and poorly presented.
  4. Go and sleep for some hours. You’ll be cool and tomorrow we’ll be able to debate this thing.

Libra mars:

  1. Why are you so angry? 
  2. You’re killing my vibe.
  3. Okay I came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.
  4. Okay shut up you’re right *changes subject abruptly*.

Scorpio mars:

  1. I will hunt you down till the day I die.

Sagittarius mars:

  1. Okay your arguments are totally messed up let me explain it to you, little.
  2. Haven’t you listened to me?? WHY ARE YOU CONTRADICTING ME? Okay you should be respectful of others opinions *five minutes later*  You need some fucking education. I’m never talking to you again!
  3. .
  4. Wait we were fighting? When?

Capricorn mars:

  1. You’re not worth my time.
  2. I won’t stoop to your level.
  3. .
  4. .
  5. .
  6. Fucking run.

Aquarius mars:

  1. You look so silly! Ow, look at these short-minded, their stupidity makes them adorable…
  2. Your arguments are sooo uninteresting. I’ve heard this like 2 times before *rolls eyes*.
  3. Ow, they’re so angry, I can’t stop laughing… oh, wait, what have you said?
  4. OKAY YOU WANTED IT BITCH *starts throwing away all his arguments while trying to look confident and so over it*.

Pisces mars:

  1. Your anger makes me angry. Stop being angry. I don’t want to fight okay
  2. I don’t want to fight please I’ll be all messed up aND I HATE U
  3. *sobbing* I’m sorry can’t we be friends again?

Thanks @phantasticforfob for helping me writing this shit.

New to This.

Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

Warnings-Smut, Swears

Can you do a thing where you and Dan have been dating for a while now and things get really heated but you tell Dan that you’re a virgin?

It had been three months since the two of you had started dating. You had told Dan that you weren’t comfortable with having sex until you got to know him better. He agreed that it is a very personal experience to share with someone. It wasn't something you wanted to share with someone to only have your heart broken moments after.

The sexual tension between the two of you could be felt every time the two of you hung out. You knew you were ready to let things progress with Dan but there was one little problem that the two of you had never actually discussed.You were a virgin. A glorified woman who had never felt the touch of a man. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn't gotten further with someone before. You had just never gotten to the point where you had felt comfortable with another person to share such an intimate time.

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Signs As Boyfriends 💘

Aries: The boyfriend who is constantly standing up for you. Most likely gets into little meaningless arguments with you about small stuff, but he really loves you. Maybe not that big on hugging, but will take any chance he gets to kiss you.

Taurus: Super cute, always greeting you by calling you “beautiful” or “gorgeous”, etc. Hates it when you get insecure about yourself. Always wanting to cuddle and be around you. Probably over uses “I love you.”

Gemini: Often tickles you. Jokes around a lot, but usually makes himself laugh. Probably argues a lot over dumb little things, but always apologizes afterwards. Gets a little distant every once in a while, but has an explanation for it.

Cancer: Has soft, caring eyes. Gets upset when you feel insecure or bad about yourself. Hugs you as much as possible. Secretly enjoys holding your hand. The “I’d rather kiss your forehead instead of your lips” boyfriend.

Leo: Shows you off, a LOT. Makes it obvious that he’s proud to have you. May come off a bit cocky, but he’s probably only thinking about you nonstop. Treats you as if you’re his delicate little kitten.

Virgo: Comes up with cute nicknames for you. Doesn’t really open up about his feelings to you, doesn’t like it when you know he’s upset about something. Wants you to be happy all the time.

Libra: Loves spoiling you with little gifts. Flirts with you a lot, even though you’re already his. A bit careless, care free. Has his arm around you all the time.

Scorpio: Really mysterious with others but opens up to you more than anyone else. Also over uses “I love you.” Loves to cuddle you. Gets really jealous easily, but makes up for it. Enjoys kissing you, including your neck.

Sagittarius: He likes to lay with you. Your “Netflix and Chill” boyfriend. Won’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. Rests your feet over his lap, probably lays on your lap. Has a cute smile that he’s often showing off.

Capricorn: Likes twirling, pulling, just playing with your hair in general. Gets frustrated easily. Hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. Kisses your nose. Often competing with you about weird, stupid, adorable things.

Aquarius: Always trying to make you laugh. Kind of like a best friend, but one you can kiss and cuddle. Will most likely offer to walk you home. Always coming up with crazy scenarios to play out with you.

Pisces: Tells you about his dreams he has with you in them. Super adorable all the time. Not really shy, but not really confident. Really into gender roles. Plays with your fingertips often.

anonymous asked:

request: anything dancer!reader x tom...

Originally posted by lancedinah

You huffed in frustration as Tom started laughing again. Folding your arms, you turned to face him, rolling your right foot from your heel to your toes and back. He saw the movement, recognising it as one of your annoyed habits.

“Stop laughing,” you told him. “This is serious.”

He tried to stop, pursing his lips as he tried and failed to suppress a smile.

The stupid, adorable look on his stupid, adorable face had an unwanted smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, babe, I really am,” he told you, still grinning. “I just- you’re taking this so seriously.”

He pulled you in by the waist, and you went almost reluctantly, keeping your arms folded as he kissed your cheek.

“It’s important,” you murmured, pulling another stupid, adorable laugh from his stupid, adorable lips.

“It’s for an instagram video,” he reminded you, kissing your lips this time.

“It’ll be good publicity,” you offered, feeling your resolve slipping as you realised how stupid you were being.

He grinned, letting go of you and stretching his arms above his head.

“For a movie that doesn’t come out until July.”

“Whatever,” you sighed, starting the song from the top again and waiting for him to start. “You go once on your own so I know you’re doing it right.”

He scoffed fondly, beginning the short routine and getting it perfect first time.

“You’re not the only one with years of dance training, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop the smile this time as he pulled you towards him, kissing you firmly. You could feel his grin through the press of lips.

“Want to film it so we can do something more fun?” he murmured, pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed, kissing him softly before moving to set up your phone to record it.

“Good,” Tom grinned, pinching your ass lightly as you walked back beside him, getting into position. “Let’s do this.”

And I know I say I’m over you, but I’m really not. I would like to think I am so I think if I keep reminding myself that I am over you, and that I’m happy without you one day I’ll believe it. But in reality I’m not over you and I miss you so much. I miss your cute lil texts, I miss your adorable smile, and laugh. I miss our stupid little fights when we’d get jealous over stupid little things and I just really miss being able to call you mine. And to be able to hold you, and kiss you, and cuddle you, whenever my heart desires. I miss being able to call you when I’m having a bad day because I know you’ll instantly make me feel better. I miss coming to you for advice on things and I miss getting the best advice from you. I miss telling you about my day, and everything that happened in my day. I just fucking miss you and there’s nothing I can do but sit here and cry I know but God damn I want you back so fucking bad and let me tell you I would do anything to have you back, but you’re happy and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. So if you’re happier without me I’ll get over it one day. It won’t be anytime soon, but eventually I will be okay and I’ll be able to smile and actually mean it.
—  I fucking miss you, but you don’t care
  • Kid Fell!Sans: I hate you!
  • Kid Sci!Sans: I hate your sense of fashion!
  • Kid Fell!Sans: I hate your smartass attitude!
  • Kid Sci!Sans: I hate your clear lack of education!
  • Kid Sci!Sans: !!!!
  • Kid Tale!Alphys: Get a room you two.
  • Kid Swap!Sans: No way! Stay here! You guys are adorable!
  • Kid Sci & Fell: //flustered noises//
The Rules of Being a Gentleman

The rules of being a gentleman

Rules of being a Gentlemen
No.1 - Run with her on the beach.
No.2 - Give her your sweater when she’s cold.
No.3 - Never talk about other girls infront of her.
No.4 - Learn to play the guitar for her.
No.5 - Comfort her when she’s scared.
No.6 - Watch the sunset with her.
No.7 - If she can’t sleep, read her a bedtime story.
No.8 - If you get in a fight with her and she starts crying, just stop and hold her.
No.9 - Never force her to do anything.
No.10 - Call her beautiful, especially when she least expects it.
No.11 - Never let her walk home alone.
No.12 - Play with her hair when she’s laying on your chest.
No.13 - Always make the first move.
No.14 - Never lie to her, she’ll find out.
No.15 - Kiss her when she’s sleeping.
No.16 - Sing to her no matter how terrible your voice is. ..she’ll like it.
No.17 - When she’s fighting with someone, defend her even when you don’t think she’s right.
No.18 - Accept her for who she is.
No.19 - Call her beautiful instead of hot nor sexy.
No.20 - Don’t let go first during a hug.
No.21 - Tell her if she has something in her hair.
No.22 - Tell her you love her before she sleeps every night.
No.23 - Never go through her messages.
No.24 - Making her look bad infront of your friends will make you look bad, too.
No.25 - Always have her back.
No.26 - Kiss her in the rain.
No.27 - Leave her voice messages to wake up to.
No.28 - Stay on the call with her even if she fell asleep.
No.29 - Let her fall asleep in your arms.
No.30 - Give her piggyback rides.
No.31 - Call her babe.
No.32 - Apologize when you’re wrong.
No.33 - Always open the door for her.
No.34 - Boobs or butts doesn’t matter.
No.35 - Notice the little things.
No.36 - Give her flowers.
No.37 - Good hygiene is a must.
No.38 - Be confident.
No.39 - Don’t swear.
No.40 - Carry things for her.
No.41 - Always be the stronger one.
No.42 - Pay for dinner.
No.43 - Hold her chair.
No.44 - Be a good listener.
No.45 - Don’t brag.
No.46 - Compliment her.
No.47 - Don’t use her.
No.48 - Respect her.
No.49 - Perform random acts of kindness.
No.50 - Never take her for granted.
No.51 - Give her breakfast in bed.
No.52 - Hang out with her friends too, not just yours.
No.53 - Do whatever it takes to make her happy.
No.54 - She’s more important than video games.
No.55 - Don’t make a promise if you’re going to break it.
No.56 - If she slaps you, you probably deserved it.
No.57 - She should have three things from you; your sweatshirt, a stuffed animal and a really pretty ring.
No.58 - Never slap her, even if it’s just in a joking way.
No.59 - If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.
No.60 - Forget her birthday once and you’re screwed.
No.61 - Hug her from the back.
No.62 - Never insult her, even if you’re joking around.
No.63 - Never miss a date.
No.64 - Try your best to get her something on your vacation. (it doesn’t have to be expensive, as long as it’s from the heart)
No.65 - Wear that knitted sweater that she mad for you. (it will mean the world to her)
No.66 - Never ask her to buy you things.
No.67 - If you love her, show her, not your friends.
No.68 - Don’t get upset if she wants to watch chick flicks. (you might even like it)
No.69 - When she’s sick, don’t neglect her.
No.70 - Reply her texts.
No.71 - Never ask a girl out because of a dare.
No.72 - Never be late for a date.
No.73 - Unexpected surprises.
No.74 - When both of you are in a fight, take the blame even if she’s wrong.
No.75 - Listen to what she has to say.
No.76 - If you know she loves you, don’t play with her emotions and take advantage of it.
No.77 - When she refuses to talk to you because you did something to upset her,insist and make up for it.
No.78 - Make her feel like a princess.
No.79 - Shift to the dangerous side when crossing the street.
No.80 - When she drops something, stop whatever you’re doing to help her.
No.81 - Never let her down of blow her off.
No.82 - Treat her like your best friend.
No.83 - Kiss the back of her hand.
No.84 - Love her when she least deserves it — that’s when she needs it the most.
No.85 - Tell her your stories and feelings too. She wants to hear them. Promise.
No.86 - Don’t tell her lies just to spare her feelings, she’d rather know the truth now rather than finding out later.
No.87 - Yes, “I’m cold” is another way of saying “hug me”.
No.88 - Believe her and believe in her.
No.89 - Always listen to what she has to say.
No.90 - Good grammar is sexy.
No.91 - Look her in the eyes.
No.92 - Let her rest her head on your shoulder.
No.93 - Take the initiative to go and talk to her.
No.94 - Have pillow fights with her.
No.95 - Never talk bad behind her back.
No.96 - Never be a jerk to her infront of her friends.
No.97 - Never go to parties or hang out with other girls without her.
No.98 - Never make excuses.
No.99 - Don’t talk to her when you’re mad. (you will screw something up)
No.100 - Don’t try to keep anything from her.
No.101 - Slip sweet notes in her locker. (they will make her day)
No.102 - Never let a day pass without saying ‘I love you’ to her.
No.103 - Always protect her from any kind of harm.
No.104 - Never give her a reason to think that she’s the man in the relationship.
No.105 - Grand gestures.
No.106 - Kiss her under the stars.
No.107 - Love her unconditionally.
No.108 - Make her an album of the songs that reminds you of her.
No.109 - Never lead her on if you know nothing’s going to happen.
No.110 - Never answer “Does this make me look fat?” question. (it’s a trick)
No.111 - If you love her, never let her slip away.
No.112 - Your warmth soothes her heart.
No.113 - When going out, don’t ask her what she wants to do, take charge and decide.
No.114 - Smile and laugh at her jokes, even if they aren’t funny.
No.115 - If you don’t have time for her, make time for her.
No.116 - Always be available for her.
No.117 - If you love her, tell her before it’s too late.
No.118 - Never forget an anniversary.
No.119 - When you’re around her, always make her feel like you’re her first and last.
No.120 - It’s the little compliments that means alot to her.
No.121 - Show her off infront of you or her friends.
No.122 - When she’s tired, carry her.
No.123 - Never accuse.
No.124 - Do it because you want to, not because you want something back in return.
No.125 - Actions speak louder than words.
No.126 - Have those I-love-you-more-fights. (she thinks it’s cute)
No.127 - Don’t say whatever when you are arguing. (it’ll make her more mad)
No.128 - Never blame her for your mistakes.
No.129 - She loves that cute smirk. Promise.
No.130 - A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone’s feelings unintentionally.
No.131 - No more bro’s before ho’s. Well respected women, before bro’s.
No.132 - Don’t go anywhere without kissing her goodbye.
No.133 - Hold the door for every girl, attractive or not.
No.134 - Try to write a song for her, even if you’re not musically inclined. (she’ll love it no matter what)
No.135 - Text her good morning to have her day start with a smile.
No.136 - She comes first. Always.
No.137 - Never let her forget how much she means to you.
No.138 - Never let her fall asleep waiting for your call.
No.139 - Her “nothing” is always something.
No.140 - Never tell a girl she doesn’t understand. Ever. Chances are she does.
No.141 - Forehead kisses.
No.142 - Have a day for just you and her, she loves the one on one time.
No.143 - Have tickle fights with her (but let her win)
No.144 - Dance with her even when there’s no music on.
No.145 - Stay up, even if you are tired to talk or chat with her.
No.146 - Never give her a reason to doubt your feelings for her.
No.147 - Never reject her kisses or hugs.
No.148 - Don’t text or call her just because you’re bored.
No.149 - Kiss her spontaneously in the middle of her sentence.
No.150 - Love her for who she is, not for who you want her to be.
No.151- When she pushes you away, pull her in closer.
No.152- Call her love. It sounds classy.
No.153- Tuck her hair behind her ear.
No.154- Never compare her with your ex-girlfriends. She is incomparable.
No.155- Never underestimate a girl’s ability to find things out.
No.156- If you fall in love with her, tell her. Just be prepared to catch her.
No.157- In the middle of a hug, squeeze a little harder. (she’ll love it, promise)
No.158- A gentleman always cheers for his hometown team. Win or lose.
No.159- A gentleman respects every women in his life. If you can’t respect your own mother, forget about respecting your girlfriend.
No.160- Stupid lame jokes; awkwardly adorable moments.
No.161- A gentleman never hits a girl, ever.
No.162- A gentleman always thinks before he says.
No.163- A gentleman is never rude.
No.164- A gentleman never breaks a promise.
No.165- Don’t try to out dress a woman. She should be the center of attention and should now feel that she’s under dressed.
No.166- A gentleman always dresses well.
No.167- Don’t just talk the talk.
No.168- Look people in the eyes when you greet them and shake their hand.
No.169- Never cut someone off.
No.170- If you’re trying to have a relationship, let the woman know. If you’re not, and you’re just trying to hit, let them know that, too.
No.171- Open doors. Pull out chairs. Let her order first. Simple manners.
No.172- No, she doesn’t look fat in the dress. Yes, even if she does.
No.173- Give girls a little extra respect.
No.174- Secret rooftop meetings never gets old.
No.175- Calling her “baby,” will make her melt every time. Promise.
No.176- When listening to the radio, if a love song comes on, squeeze her hand tighter.
No.177- Your girlfriend is not the prettiest of them all, because in your eyes, she should be the only one who is pretty.
No.178- Confidence is sexy. Cockiness is not.
No.179- Hold her while she cries, nothing feels better.
No.180- When hugging her, lift her off her feet and spin her around. (she’ll love it.)
No.181- Always maintain eye contact. It lets her know that you are only paying attention to her.
No.182- If you make her bite her lip, know that you’re doing a damn good job at whatever you’re doing.
No.183- Hold her tight, she won’t want you to let go.
No.184- Make holding her hand too tight be the only way you can hurt her.
No.185- Kisses aren’t everything; never underestimate the power of a good hug.
No.186- Play with her fingers, she loves the way your hand touches hers.
No.187- Grand gestures and complimenting the little things aren’t opposites. Do both.
No.188- Don’t tell her your love is forever unless you have no doubt it is.
No.189- Tell her all your sweet memories together. She’ll be smiling all day long knowing that you remember every single moment you’re together.
No.190- If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy enough.
No.191- A man’s biggest mistake is giving another man an opportunity to make his woman smile. If you love her, you shouldn’t be giving any guy that chance. It should be you making her smile.
No.192- Every gentleman should have at least one suit in his closet.
No.193- Good look’s just a bonus if you have a great personality.
No.194- If a girl admits that she likes you, know that it took every ounce of courage in her to say that. Idiot, don’t take her for granted.
No.195- A gentleman should always have one good watch on his wrist. It’s a mark of character and dignity.
No.196- Gentlemen, wear a belt. It’s called underwear for a reason.
No.197- Don’t try to outdress a woman. She should be the center of attention and should not feel that she’s underdressed.
No.198- Being open-minded and aware of the world around you shows class and sophistication, but avoid seeming pretentious by being modest instead of showing off what you know.
No.199- Don’t ask about the last guy she was with. Being competitive is a young man’s game.
No.200- Avoid public fights with your woman. Keep things private to let her know there’s an exclusive world that you and her share.
No.201- Avoid unnecessary use of expletives in public, especially in the presence of a woman you’re trying to impress.
No.202- If you want to leave her, leave her breathless. If you want to lie, lie next to her. If you want to let go, let go of your pride and pursue her.
No.203- Boasting about your intelligence isn’t attractive, neither is downplaying it.
No.204- Always keep the balance between obsession and apathy. Make her feel important but give her some space when she needs it.
No.205- Gentlemen, be aware that the line between confidence and arrogance is extremely thin.
No.206- Every girl wants that feeling of being wanted and belonged too. So gentlemen, give it to her. Give her your undivided attention, the best that you can give and offer her, and the best of the best that you know she deserves.
No.207- Always kiss your lady’s hand. It will make her feel like a queen.
No.208- Apologize. You are not degrading yourself, you are showing that you care for that person’s feelings.
No.209- Don’t tell her you love her unless you really mean it. She might do something crazy, like believe it.
No.210- Nice guys finish last because they put their ladies first.
No.211- Don’t waste your time looking for all the wrong ones, when you already have the right one.
No.212- Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. So, if your give her any crap, you will receive a ton of shit.
No.213- Chivalry is very much alive. Just because a girl acts like she doesn’t care for those small things, inside she’s really looking for it.
No.214- Don’t bring up how many girls you’ve been with; it will not make you look better nor will it impress her.
No.215- Tell her nobody’s perfect, but she is as perfect as they come.
No.216- Allow your lady to walk ahead of you, not all over you.
No.217- Don’t tell her you love her, if you have another girl by your side.
No.218- A girl’s dream is to own something that belongs to you. When she has that, she feels extra close to you.
No.219- If you feel as if you’d die for her, live in such a way that she would know.
No.220- Go ahead, take a punch for her, give one if necessary, just make sure she wasn’t the one that got hurt.
No.221- Sometimes you shouldn’t have to ask how she’s doing. Read the signs: look into her eyes.
No.222- Remember, whenever she finishes a sentence with “I’ve never told anyone that before,” make sure to never forget.
No.223- Real men never stop trying to show a girl how much she means to him, even after he’s got her.
No.224- Kiss her nose.
No.225- Give her something to tell her friends about.
No.226- A gentleman doesn’t need to hit a woman to feel like a “man”. After all, he is a gentle man.
No.227- If she worries about you, it just means she cares. But when she stops caring, that’s when you should be worried.
No.228- When she starts to let go during a hug, pull her even closer and hug her even tighter.
No.229- Just because she has dated douchebags doesn’t mean there isn’t any chance for a nice guy.
No.230- Don’t flip out when your girlfriend wonders who you’re with or what you’re doing. It means she cares and she’s actually afraid to lose you to someone else.
No.231- “Don’t date the most beautiful girl in the world, date the girl who makes your world the most beautiful.”
No.232- Spill your heart out to her; if she loves you she’ll love to listen.
No.233- “Anyone can be heroic form time to time, but a gentleman is something you have to be all the time.” -Luigi Pirandello
No.234- A boy makes his girl jealous of other women. A gentleman makes other women jealous of his girl.
No.235- A true gentleman should never take advantage of any lady.
No.236- When you’re holding hands, squeeze hers from time to time. It will surely make her look at you and smile.
No.237- When she rubs her arms with both hands, it’s another sign of saying, “Hug me, make me warm.”
No.238- Remember, she loves you for you. So don’t try to go around changing yourself just to impress her.
No.239- When you say ‘I love you’, say it in a way she’ll want to hear it. Look her in the eyes; grasp her hand; and lean close to her, so she knows you’re truly serious.
No.240- If you aren’t treating her right, don’t be mad when somebody else does.
No.241- Never ever make a girl feel anything less than perfect.
No.242- A gentleman never lies to his woman. Ever.
No.243- A gentleman should always give up his seat for the elderly.
No.244- You came from a woman. So you have no right to disrespect one.
No.245- Hold her when she’s crying and tell her that everything’s going to be okay.
No.246- A gentleman can recognize it when he loses a fight. Know the difference between standing up for yourself and being a fool.
No.247- There are so many fishes in the sea. Do not settle until you have found your mermaid.
No.248- A gentleman only lies to his woman if it involves surprising her.
No.249- If you break up with her, check up on her every once in a while to make sure she’s alright.
No.250- A gentleman admits when he’s wrong, and stands his ground when he is right.
No.251- A gentleman respects a woman’s boundaries.
No.252- Fall in love with her flaws. Everything else will be a plus.
No.253- It doesn’t matter how many fights you two may get into. If you truly do love her, it should never matter. Ever.
No.254- Love her when she least deserves it because that’s when she needs it most.
No.255- Honesty. She’ll respect you even more.
No.256- Be the one who stays by her side and protects her. Especially when no one else does.
No.257- Tell her she’s beautiful everyday. You don’t know how much that will mean to her.
No.258- A gentleman doesn’t just tell his lady he loves her, he shows it.
No.259- Any lady just wants you to be a well-mannered gentleman that treats others right.
No.260- A gentleman is always a gentleman and nothing less.
No.261- Before speaking your concerns, give them thought, then do so appropriately.
No.262- “I love you” means nothing if you don’t sincerely mean it.
No.263- Respect people’s feelings. Even if it does not mean anything to you, it could mean everything to them.
No.264- Pretty and sexy is not the same as beautiful.
No.265- She deserves the best. Even if you’re not meant to be the man to give it to her.
No.266- A kiss is nothing unless it is backed up feelings for her.
No.267- Chivalry never died, the gentleman in you did.
No.268- A good gentleman treats his mother like a queen and treats you the same.
No.269- Just because you’ve stopped talking to each other doesn’t mean you’re not on her mind.
No.270- Don’t make her feel special when she’s actually not. Avoid false hope.
No.271- If she’s responsible for your smile, then be responsible with her heart.
No.272- A true man’s heart knows no distance.
No.273- Never, ever give her a reason to feel threatened by another woman.
No.274- A good gentleman is smart, but a great gentleman is well-educated.
No.275- Remember, she has a past too. Don’t hold it against her.
No.276- You need to have your favourite song. The one that reminds you how it all began. Make sure she never forgets it.
No.277- Never make her stay up all night waiting for your call, and have to realize late at night that you aren’t going to call.
No.278- Don’t underestimate the power of a hug. It can turn her day around.
No.279- If she leans against you, hug her. She wants to be held.
No.280- Calm, cool and composed. All characteristics a gentleman possesses.
No.281- If you love her, remember that on the bad days.
No.282- Chivalry will never run out of style.
No.283- Men are supposed to lead, not lead on.
No.284- Never miss a chance to tell her you love her because you never know when it’ll be your last.
No.285- Being a male is a matter of birth. Being a man is a matter of age. But, being a gentleman is a matter of choice.
No.286- Hold her tighter, kiss her harder and love her more as everyday goes by.
No.287- Treat everybody equally. Their sexual orientation should not matter.
No.288- A gentleman never pursues an already taken woman.
No.289- Good morning texts.
No.290- Be a lady’s man, not a ladies man.
No.291- Chivalry is a beautiful, genuine thing. It will never die.
No.292- Make her your everything in front of everyone, everytime.
No.293- The acknowledgement of a gentleman is found through his actions and the word in which he gives.
No.294- Ladies first.
No.295- She chose to be with you, don’t test her.
No.296- An already taken gentleman never pursues another woman.
No.297- A gentleman never has to tell anyone he is gentleman.
No.298- Love her through life, through death, and even after that.
No.299- Never make a promise you can’t keep.
No.300- Don’t hold anything against her, especially her mistakes.
No.301- A gentleman knows that if it ever comes to that, he can let go of her, but he will never forget her.
No.302- A gentleman knows when to call her sexy, and when to let her know she’s beautiful.
No.303- Spending time with your lady is all well and good, but a gentleman never forgets his friends.
No.304- Chivalry and respect are as natural to a gentleman as breathing. They should not require effort.
No.305- Trust will make or break your relationship.
No.306- A real gentleman doesn’t have to undo your shirt to get a better view of your heart.
No.307- Treat every woman the way you’d want your daughter to be treated.
No.308- A gentleman knows that it takes what won her, to keep her.
No.309- A gentleman should not abuse power, but they shouldn’t forget that they have it.
No.310- Practice what you preach. It’s as simple as that.
No.311- By respecting the boundary between being close friends and flirting, you’re respecting your lady.
No.312- Treat your lady like you treat your Tumblr, give her all your time, love and respect.
No.313- It doesn’t have to be her birthday or Valentine’s Day. Show up at her door with a rose, a blanket and a picnic table.
No.314- A gentleman should not easily let his woman slip his sight, but he should know her freedom of space.
No.315- A gentleman should always treat a girl well, before they are together, and after as well.
No.316- Chivalry is the only “wingman” you need.
No.317- Add a genuine “how are you’ to your greetings and an “I’m there for you” to your goodbyes.
No.318- If you care about her, chase after her.
No.319- A gentleman shouldn’t strive to make his girl jealous, but to make others jealous of his girl.
No.320- Just show her that you care.
No.321- A gentleman must know how to take care of himself as well.
No.322- Don’t leave her because of long distance. The absence makes the heart grow fonder.
No.323- The trick to being a gentleman is making her feel like a lady.
No.324- Texting her “good morning beautiful” instantly puts her in a good mood. It lets her know that she is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning.
No.325- Be yourself, because by being yourself you could possibly be everything that she needs.
No.326- Sometimes she’s just waiting for you to make the first move.
No.327- A gentleman never allows himself to come second to another, and knows when he has to move on.
No.328- Play games, not ladies.
No.329- Always tell the truth.
No.330- Love is like a wheel, it has its ups and downs. But in the end you’ll find out it’s still meant to last forever.
No.331- A gentleman should be honest to everyone, including himself, at all time.
No.332- A true gentleman will do anything to make his girl happy.
No.333- Never talk about past big loves, it will only make her think she needs to live up to it.
No.334- Fall for her harder everyday.
No.335- A gentleman knows that once you have her, you keep her.
No.336- Don’t go to sleep unless everything is okay between you and your lady.
No.337- Second chances mean that she loves you too much to leave, don’t do anything to change that. Return the favour.
No.338- A gentleman should tell his lady every night before he goes to sleep just exactly how much she means to him.
No.339- Being a gentleman isn’t a form of courtship, it’s a way of life.
No.340- The sexiest curve on her body is her smile.
No.341- Don’t ever break her trust in any way, because you will never fully gain it back.
No.342- Cheating is never okay. There is no justification for it. Just don’t.
No.343- The way a gentleman treats his mother, is a pretty good indicator of how he will treat his lady.
No.344- Late night conversations is something every girl likes.
No.345- If you truly love her, you’d want what’s best for her; whether it includes you or not.
No.346- Don’t ever make a lady cry.
No.347- Stay calm and be her man.
No.348- Don’t settle for someone that doesn’t treat you the best they can. You always deserve 100% of someone’s love.
No.349- Never underestimate a lady’s will power.
No.350- Show her that chivalry isn’t dead.
No.351- Love doesn’t make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
No.352- Saying sorry doesn’t fix the problem. It’s what you do after that truly counts.
No.353- Don’t make promises you can’t keep, it’s not fair to her.
No.354- A real gentleman is well versed when it comes to poetry.
No.355- A true gentleman only gives for the sake of giving, never expecting anything in return.
No.356- Give her reasons to believe, not to doubt.
No.357- Simple good night and good morning text messages are highly appreciated.
No.358- Don’t talk about other girls, when you have a girlfriend. Make her feel like she is your only one, because she should be.
No.359- A gentleman attracts the attention of many, but only has eyes for his own lady.
No.360- A lady would rather be hurt with the truth, than with a lie.
No.361- A gentleman always reminds his lady how much she means to him, even though she won’t forget.
No.362- The worst thing you could do to a girl is compare her to another girl.
No.363- Remind her of how beautiful she is, every now and then.
No.364- A gentleman knows that it is often the simple gestures that mean the most.
No.365- A true gentleman should always trust his woman, because if you were truly in love, there is no reason to think she’d betray you.
No.366- A true gentleman won’t judge by looks but by heart.
No.367- Never date an ex’s best friend; chances are that will ruin their friendship and quite possibly end your new relationship.
No.368- Say nice things to her because you mean them, not just because she wants to hear them.
No.369- A gentleman knows to let his past make him better not bitter.
No.370- Kiss her like it is your first kiss, everytime.
No.371- Put some effort into the conversation.
No.372- When she cries, don’t say a thing, just hold her tight, and make her feel safe.
No.373- Compliments feel better when they’re genuine and unexpected. The more girls you call beautiful, the less impact it has.
No.374- A true gentleman will admit when he is wrong.
No.375- Real men stay faithful. They don’t have time to look for other woman because they’re too busy looking for new ways to love their own.

“I can’t have you get hurt!”

Written by Christina

Category: Just your typical unhealthy mix of fluff and angst.

Word Count: 2942 (don’t judge)

Request (This is our first formal request!) Made by @thecoffeestudyblr : hi can i have a peter parker request where this takes place during the Civil War and the reader is Tony’s niece who is super shy and anxious and has a cute crush on Peter and they are friends because of Tony and Peter gets really protective of The Reader during the Civil War when she accidentally gets in the way and Tony finally sees that Peter really likes her and lets them date? 

A/N: So, as usual, I just opened my laptop, cracked my knuckles, and just typed. I haven’t written a fanfic with Tony in it, so I hope I did justice to his witty sense of humor. As usual, if you guys have any feedback or critique, let us know! 

Being Tony Stark’s niece wasn’t easy. People thought that being related to the self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist would automatically mean you had the luxurious life; massive popularity, spontaneous travels to London during the school year, dating the hottest male models, talking your way out of detention because your uncle made a quick threat about having his lawyers ‘bring all of hell’s fury’ with them, and being friends with the world famous Avengers. Well, unfortunately, only some of that was true. You rarely made spontaneous trips to London because your Uncle Tony was always too busy to join you. Yeah, he said you had the total privilege to take one of his jets anywhere, anytime, but going to a foreign country alone seemed like an anxiety attack waiting to happen. So, that was why you were sitting in the penthouse kitchen at Stark Tower, examining the wobbly trail of a banana while you beat it back and forth between your hands on the counter, bored out of your mind.

“Hey!” A voice exclaimed, causing you to scream and fling the banana at the person who yelled. The person dodged out of the way and flung their hand forward, stretching out their index and pinky fingers while the middle ones curved in. A sticky web-like substance covered your hand and stuck it to the counter. Only one person would do that.

“Peter!” You shrieked, feeling the blood rise to your cheeks as you realized it was your friendly neighborhood dork who startled you. You tried to get your hand unstuck by viciously moving it around, to no avail.

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Just Admit It *smut*

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: reader x Stiles

Word count: 3,234

Warnings: literally just sex, nothing intense

Thank you tazzmariee for the request, I hope you like it(:

A/N: I’ve been really into writing smut that isn’t as rough as I usually write it lately, so let me know if you’re into that. As usual, let ya girl know whatchya think. -Er  *Masterlist*

Originally posted by moan-s

One by one, your friends trickle in thru the main doors of Beacon Hills High. Your morning routine is pretty simple. Everyone goes to their lockers right away, whoever is done first goes to the closest friend and so on. Kira slammed her locker door and, being the tiny ball of energy she was this early in the morning, skipped over to you, greeting you with her signature bear hug. The gang met up at Scott’s locker and the morning banter began.

“I’m pretty sure I failed the econ test yesterday,” you sighed as you picked at your nail beds.

“There were so many numbers and problems in it, I felt like it was a math test,” Kira whined.

“Wait, that wasn’t math class?” Isaac walks up behind, completely bewildered.

Everyone laughed just as Stiles came strolling in. His hair was a disheveled mess, like usual, and his backpack hung low on one shoulder as he fumbled through it, nearly running into Scott.

“Hey man, wake up late?” Scott joked, basically stating the obvious.

“Huh? Uh, yeah, kinda,” Stiles laughed slightly, still looking through his bag.

When he looked up, he locked eyes with you. You smiled shyly, like you always have around him, and he made no facial expression, per usual.

“Hi Stiles,” you decided to pipe up for once instead of smiling nervously and looking away.

“Yeah, hey y/n,” he said briskly before turning his attention to, big surprise, Lydia.

You’ve had a crush on Stiles for a few months now and you’ve been friends for much longer than that. However, Stiles has been paying so much more attention to Lydia and paying significantly less attention to you. Of course you knew Stiles didn’t like you the way you liked him, it was obvious to anyone with eyes and common sense. He liked Lydia. It’s always been Lydia.

“Hey Lyds,” Stiles chimed, his attitude increasing immensely as he slung his arm over her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

You glance around at your group of friends in time to see Scott looking at you. Based on his facial expression, he was either searching for chemosignals from you or trying to do his weird werewolf-ey mind reading thing he swears is real. You’d recognize that face anywhere. He realized you were watching him back and he snapped out of his trance. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows. He then looked over at Stiles and then back to you. Crap. His face immediately lit up as he grinned back and forth between you two; Stiles naturally not noticing since Lydia is standing right next to him. You could feel the heat from you blushing moving from your cheeks down to your neck.

“I, uh, I’m gonna go to class,” you announced, “Not that you care,” you said with a much quieter voice, looking directly at Stiles. You turned on your heel and walked away so fast you’re almost positive you left skid marks on the tile floor. You wouldn’t look back though because your eyes would naturally be drawn to Stiles and why torture yourself even more, right?

Later that day, you climbed up on your stool in physics and plopped your bag down on the floor. You twiddled your thumbs, nervous about the pop quiz Kira told you about when you met halfway between your english class and the physics room she just left. Scott strolled in without a care in the world, wait till he hears about the quiz, and takes his assigned seat next to you. After this morning, you don’t dare make eye contact. That will only make you more nervous and more susceptible to his werewolf crap. Awaiting the inevitable questions Scott was going to grill you with, you looked over to see him staring at you with a goofy grin on his face.

“If you do that long enough, your face will get stuck like that,” you brush him off as if you don’t know what he’s thinking, even though you obviously do.

“You like Stiles,” he simply states, that stupid smile still plastered on his face.

“I do not,” you replied nonchalantly, turning your attention to your notebook, remembering there was a quiz in literally three minutes.

“Yes you do, y/n, I smelled you this morning,” he exclaims, turning his whole body to face you.

“Do you know how weird that sounds, Scott?” you ask, keeping your focus on your notes.

Scott reaches over and snatches your notebook, flipping it closed before placing it in front of him.

“Hey!” you try to grab for the book, but Scott pushes it further away.

“Admit that you like him and I’ll give it back,” he says sternly, holding your hand down on the table to restrain you from trying to get it back.

“Why?” you asked, pulling your hand out of his grasp. He shoots you a confused look before relaxing back into his seat. “What will me admitting it change? It won’t turn me into Lydia,” you huffed, rubbing your index finger between two others; one of your annoying habits you do when you’re nervous.

“So you do like him,” Scott exclaimed, bright eyes looking down on you.

“Jesus Christ Scott, maybe you should say that louder, I don’t think they heard you mexico,” you whispered shouted, flailing your arms in an attempt to cover his mouth.

“I knew it,” he smiled, pushing your hands away, dropping your notebook back on the table in front of you.

You dramatically picked it up from the table and started searching for the page you were on previously.

“Why don’t you tell him, y/n?” Scott asks.

“I think we’ve established that I’m not Lydia,” you gesture at your face.

“What? Y/N, Stiles doesn’t like Lydia,” Scott exclaims, shaking his head, the smug smile only growing wider, “He likes you!”

“Yeah, and I’m a fucking mermaid,” you scoffed, shutting your notebook when the teacher walked in holding a stack of papers containing your impending doom; aka, the pop quiz.

“Y/N, that’s a cover, even Lydia knows it,” he blurts out, “Do you know how nervous you make him? He can barely look at you for more than five seconds without his hands getting all sweaty and clammy.”

“Scott, I know he likes Lydia, I’m not blind,” you explain.

Before Scott could protest any further, the teacher announces that you have a quiz made up by Satan himself, not her words of course, and instructed everyone to stop talking and to remove everything from their tables.

“This isn’t over,” Scott whispers as he begins writing his name at the top of his paper.

Later at lunch, you met up with with your friends at your usual table outside. As soon as you walked up, everyone immediately stopped their conversation and looked up at you.

“What’re you weirdos talking about?” you asked, taking a seat next to Isaac on the end of the bench.

“You,” Isaac snickers, followed by a yelp as he jerked his body when someone kicked him under the table. You’re sure it was Scott, based on the glare he’s sending Isaac’s way.

“What about me?”

Silence. Not just any silence either, the awkward silence where everyone nervously looks around at each other, desperately trying to think of a way to change the subject.

“What the hell were you talking about?” you snap, shooting glares around the table.

“Dude, just tell her,” Scott address to Stiles.

Stiles, who clearly didn’t expect Scott to say that, whipped his head to face his best friend, giving him the scariest death stare anyone’s received in the past three minutes.

“Tell me what?” you raise your voice, this time addressing Stiles directly. When no one said anything else, you pushed up from the picnic table and threw your backpack over your shoulder. “Fine, don’t tell me.”

“Y/N, stop, just listen,” Scott pleaded, shooting you his big, brown puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t even want to know anymore, Scott, I really don’t care,” you snapped before turning on your heel and striding away.


Hey can I come over?

The message flashed across your phone screen, illuminating your cave of a bedroom. You ignored it, setting the phone back down next to you on the screen. Your eyes went back to the book you’re reading when your cell buzzed again.




Not home

You typed your response quickly before dropping the phone back on the bed. You barely had a chance to pick up your book before it vibrated again. With a huff, you picked it up and nearly choked on the air when you inhaled sharply.


I’m outside

Shit. You jumped off the bed and looked through the white, translucent curtains hanging across the window. Just like he said, Stiles was standing in your driveway, leaning against the driver side door of his beat up blue jeep. You raced downstairs, skipping the last two at the bottom and swung the front door open. Stiles looked over and gave you a shy smile before pushing off the car and making his way up the front steps to you.

“Hi,” he smiles with his eyes.

“Hi,” you reply with absolutely zero enthusiasm in your voice.

“Can we talk?” he asks his stupid, adorable brown eyes widening.

Without a word, you reluctantly stepped to the side so Stiles could squeeze past. Stiles followed you down a hallway that led to the living room in the back of the house and sat down next to you on the couch.

“If this is about what Scott said at lunch, I told him I don’t care,” you explained, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s not just about lunch, it’s about everything,” Stiles sighed, turning his whole body to face you.

“What’re you talking about Stiles?” you sighed, completely annoyed with him already. There wasn’t the tiniest bit of hope inside you that Stiles liked you. You assume that Scott told him about physics today and he’s here to let you down easy.

“Look, just hear me out okay?” Stiles pleaded, running his fingers through his hair.

“Stiles, I don’t care about earlier, so drop it,” you snapped.

“Jesus, y/n, can you stop talking for like two seconds?” He shouted and it made you flinch. “God, do you know how infuriating you can be sometimes?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, completely confused about what the hell is going on. “How am I infuriating?”

“You always assume you know what people are going to say,” he snapped.

I do not,” you shot back defensively.

“You assumed I came here to talk about what happened at lunch,” he raised his eyebrows, knowing very well that he was right.

“Well didn’t you?” you raised your voice, throwing your hands up in defeat.

Stiles shot up from his seat and paced back and forth a couple times from the couch to the window. “I don’t know why I even came here,” he stops and puts his hands low on his hips.

“Maybe you should leave then,” you huffed, sitting back into the couch.

Stiles gave you a look you have never seen before. He was smiling, but you could tell he was either mad or annoyed; more than likely both. He took a deep breath and for a second you weren’t sure if he was going to breath fire. He held back whatever he was going to say and sighed, pacing again. “I don’t even know why I like you,” he scoffs just loud enough for you to hear.

“You what?” you questioned, not totally sure if you heard his right.

“I like you, y/n,” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air, “and I can read you the Pros and Cons list I made about it like three months ago.”

“You like Lydia…” you said in a tone that wasn’t completely sure if you were telling him or asking him.

“I. Like. You,” he paused in between each word, now standing still and staring at you.

You were at a complete loss for words. You were mentally beating yourself up because Stiles Stilinski just told you that he likes you and all you want to ask him is ‘why?’

“Let’s hear it then,” you shrugged your shoulders, raising your eyebrows to let him know you’re listening.

“Wait, what?” he asked with surprise in his voice.

“The Pros and Cons list, I wanna hear it,” you demanded.

This time, it was Stiles who didn’t know what to say. He slowly walked over and sat down on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of you. “Which do you want first?” he asked.

“Cons,” you replied, after thinking for a moment.

Stiles took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. This was probably a bad idea, you thought.

“Well for starters, you’re bossy as hell and you’re a complete know it all,” he couldn’t help but smile when he saw your dumbfounded expression.

“Keep going…” you shook your head.

“You’re a bad listener, you hardly let someone get a word in sometimes,” he continued, “and you wear that goddamn dress with the black and white stripes that’s all flowy and shit,” he flails his arms around his head.

“How is that a con?” you asked, refering to the last statement.

“Because,” he paused, looking at the ceiling, “because I have to see you in it and it kills me,” his voice softened at the end.

“What’re the pros?” you asked, sinking deeper into the couch.

“How much time do you have, it’s kinda a long list,” he smiled shyly, causing your face to heat up, probably turning red as well.

“Well,” he began when you didn’t respond, “you’re insanely beautiful…like…really beautiful,” he said with a blush. “You always know when something’s wrong with me, like even before Scott notices and you always make sure I’m okay.”

It was getting harder to look at Stiles because all you wanted to do was lurch into his arms, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“You’re smart, y/n, practically a genius,” he complemented.

“I am not,” you smiled and shook your head.

“You are. I know I said you’re a know it all, but most of the time, you’re right about it,” he said, “Sometimes you even know what I’m thinking or feeling before I know.”

“I can’t believe you memorized your list,” you said, trying to change the subject.

“I didn’t,” he smiled.

“What do you mean?”

He stood up and leaned over you, pinning his hands on either side of your head on the back of the couch, his face inches from yours.

“Whenever I see you, y/n, I think of at least twenty new reasons why I like you,” he smiled.

He then dipped his head lower and pressed his lips to yours. It took you a second to wrap your head about what was happening. Stiles pulled back, searching your eyes for any reaction. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, pressing your lips back to his, harder than he had before. Stiles began to pull away again, but this time he held your hands and pulled you up from the couch, never letting your lips break from each others. He wrapped his arms around your lower back and held you tightly against his abdomen. Your broke the kiss and tugged him back down the hallway and up the stairs. As close of friends as you and Stiles once were, he had never seen your bedroom. He stopped in the doorway and looked around. The opposite wall from the door was adorned with three tall bookshelves, lined with rows of books upon books upon books. The floor in front was cluttered with two stacks of books as well. To his left, your bed rested in the corner of the room, multiple blankets and pillows scattered amongst it. The only light was the faint glow of white string lights that hung around the entire perimeter of your room up where the wall met the ceiling. When Stiles looked over, he noticed you watching take it all in.

“What’s the face for?” you asked, nervously, scooting closer to the edge of your bed.

“I knew you liked to read, I just didn’t know how much,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, it’s a little ridiculous, it-it’s dumb,” you stuttered, looking away from the brown eyed boy.

“Don’t do that,” he sighed, walking over and sitting next to you.

“Do what?” you asked.

He cupped your cheek to make you look at him and his smile practically melted your heart. “Don’t say something you love so much is dumb, because it’s not.”

He pulled your face closer and planted his lips on yours. You began scooting back on the bed, guiding Stiles back with you. He hovered over you, holding himself up on his forearms. You toyed at the hem of his shirt and he sat up and yanked it over his head, haphazardly tossing it to the side. Resuming the kiss, he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you granted him access, allowing him to intensify the kiss. He gently dropped his body down closer to yours and ever so slowly started to roll his hips against your body, feeling the apparent bulge every now and again. The make out session picked up and before you knew it, you were laying there naked and feeling completely exposed, watching Stiles push his khakis and boxers off his hips together and kick them to the side. He crawled back up the bed lingering over your bed and start placing open mouth kissed across your jaw linr and down your neck. You fingers fluttered down his chest, trailing all the way down his stomach and along the trail of hair that led to his lower v. His breath hitched against your skin as you took hold of his length and gently pumped from the base to the tip. His lips found yours again. Stiles moved his hand down, covering yours while you still had hold of his member. He lined himself up with his entrance and looked down at you. With his left elbow being his only support to hold himself above you, he bent his wrist down and brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes and smiled sweetly. He slowly pushed into you and watched as your eyes slammed closed, trying hard to suppress any noise. After giving you a few second to adjust to him, he started grinding his body into yours, getting into a steady rhythm. Stiles moaned against my lips, picking up his pace. You felt yourself coming undone underneath him as he pulled you closer to the edge. His breath quickened and he was coming shortly after. He continued to thrust into you to help you reach your climax, before you were coming as well. Stiles took a second to catch his breath and pulling out and carefully laying down next to you. He wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest and he held you tighter by resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Just so we’re clear…you don’t like Lydia?” you joked.

“Shut up,” Stiles smirked, kissing the top of your head.

anonymous asked:

When has Jensen ever unnecessarily touched misha? I think it's always misha doing the unnecessary touching lol

I ship Cockles like I’m floating a boat in the ocean itself, so I can’t say this post will be entirely objective (it’s really not at all). there is, however, some input from my mother, who absolutely does not ship the thing.

short answer to your question: Jensen touches Misha unnecessarily all the time.

let me start by providing examples from convention photo ops: here! or here!

or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here (seriously, that last one. in what universe is that considered a necessary touch?)

but boy, that barely skims the surface. don’t even get me started on the gifs

may I introduce you to Mr “get your stupid adorable face away from me” Ackles

and Mr “omfg!! Misha is the funniest thing that ever happened to me – oops I touched him!!!! oh god frick what do I do with my hands now??” Ackles

Mr “were you born in a barn?” Ackles

Mr “I wanted to kiss you but I had to detour and kiss Jim Beaver first in case anyone noticed I made a beeline for you” Ackles (+ this)

Mr “I like your stubble, also hello people at home, this is my pet Misha he is mine” Ackles

Mr “quit moving Dmitri I’m trying to grope your ass” Ackles (don’t believe what you’re seeing? look at this)

Mr “I’mma spread my legs really fuckin wide to make room for my massive balls but actually I’m just trying to noogie your knee with my knee” Ackles

Mr “look at my buddy here with his nice suit and strong shoulders that feel super sturdy when I pat them” Ackles (x)

Mr “look out haters!! check out how much I love this guy!!” Ackles

and these??? 99% sure they’re unscripted 

(also this and this)

(or that time Jensen went in for a kiss)

and lest we forget this gem:

Mr “I drape myself over you as a testament to my cuddly blanket-like affection” Ackles

the point is, while it’s true that Misha touches Jensen A LOT, Jensen also touches Misha A LOT. between the two of them they average out touching each other A HELLUVA LOT. Jensen’s touches tend to be “accidental” or “I swear I had a purpose with this” most of the time, or he attempts to hide them or make them look jokey, whereas Misha doesn’t conceal that he touches Jensen to reassure him or comfort him or to provoke him. Jensen doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing other than “I must touch him any way I can”.

and he goes out of his way to do it, too. he’ll reach over extraordinary distances just to make a tiny bit of contact, or change direction on the stage, or align himself in exactly the right way so he can put his hands on Misha while a fan is between them. it’s quite impressive the effort he puts into it, really. or maybe it’s effortless. maybe it’s natural for him and he doesn’t even think about it - which makes the fact he does it so often even more interesting.

my mother is determined to sink the good ship Cockles, and assures me that Jensen only touches Misha so much because he’s shy and nervous and he needs security.

well, not to disappoint her or anything, but that is a perfectly valid reason to touch someone. if Jensen’s touching Misha for security… goddamn, that’s adorable.

and calling them security-related touches doesn’t negate the fact that Jensen touches Misha practically all the time if he can get away with it.

(see: nearly all photo ops where they’re together).

I also think they’re slightly possessive touches, particularly in the photo ops, and with the face-stroking. Misha gives himself to other people a lot, he kind of throws his soul at them sometimes, so Jensen does he best to ground him, and grounds himself while he’s at it.

Jensen said at jibcon that he used to hold himself back from fans and not let the love in - and I think these touches are a way to remind both Misha and himself that “we have to stick together and hold tight so we don’t lose ourselves to this friendly but scary, slightly invasive bunch of people”.

what’s classified as a “necessary” touch, though? looking at these images, I’d say the majority of touches outside of the photo ops are not specifically meant to be comforting, reassuring, life-affirming, used to help, aid or abet in any way, nor are they obviously for Misha’s benefit. it rather seems as though Jensen touches Misha just because he likes it and he can.

does that make them necessary? …well, Jensen seems to think so.



from the girl who is trying to cleanse her soul

Imagine Scott and Derek getting into a disagreement, only for you to end it.

Originally posted by theycallmestilinski

Originally posted by teel-me-that-you-need-me

Imagine Scott and Derek getting into a disagreement, only for you to end it.

“So what ? Are we just going to ignore the problem?” You questioned. Yet again the pack was assembled to discuss Beacon Hills newest supernatural problem, and like usual no one  could agree on what to do.
  “If it makes the problem go away then yes.” Stiles shrugged.
  “Killing it, makes the problem go away.” Derek argued. As normal he went straight to violence
   "Or we could just talk. We don’t have to kill everything.“ Scott argued, glaring at the older wolf.
   Tension filled the air as a glaring match soon began between the two alphas. It was obvious that they were trying to out alpha each other.  Which in your opinion, was stupid. You rolled your eyes "You two are adorable, really. Not even married, yet you already act like an old couple. Seriously, just get married so Stiles no longer has to get shipped with Derek.”
  “Wait, what?” Stiles blurted. His face mimicking that of a deer caught in the headlights. “Who’s shipping me with that thing?”
    “It’s called Sterek.” You informed. “Lyd and I made a Tumblr page about it, but maybe there needs to be a Scerek one too.”
  Scott tore his eyes away. “Nope. We’re good. No Scerek shipping necessary.”
   You grin, “Thought so. And unless you want  there to be one, the three of you better behave.”
  “What if I just kill you?” Derek muttered.
 "Then Lydia releases every Sterek comic Kira’ s  made for the world to see. Including Peter.“ You threatened.
  Silence fills the room only to be broken by a previously forgotten Isaac. ”(Y/n)’s the real evil in this town.“
   You smirk. "Don’t I know it.”

Deprivation (John Murphy x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine, when Y/N is in love with Murphy? So, she decides, that in next day she will tell him about it, but she has a nightmare, when he makes fun about it, and she is scared to talk him? Then, Murphy rescues her from grounder, and she says to him about her nightmare? Love to you 😘

Originally posted by knightofthefandom

Eyes squeezed shut, you couldn’t stop the images running before your eyes. Tonight as you lay in your unmade bed, you endure one of the worst nightmares you ever remember having. Sighing in relief as you see the light of the rising sun, you sit up quickly almost laying back down when you get light headed. You awoke in the early hours of the morning and you hadn’t been able to close your eyes since. Your entire brain and body scream and ache for you to sleep, but you ignore it and stand up instead. 

“You look like shit.” You hear the familiar voice of John Murphy tease you when you sit down next to him. Biting into an apple, he looks over at you with a smirk. You don’t feel like eating, “Rough night?” He inquires.

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“It’s all in your head, Rhysie. I’m in your head, and I’m never going to leave.”

I actually drew this before the n/s/f/w one. I’m not sure I’d advise looking at this one at work either, but that’s kind of a judgment call, and I only use that tag when a post is blatantly explicit, so…tag it however you want.

I would be…totally fine with having a dream like this. Rhys, you luck bastard. With your adorable stupid socks and your ambiguous tattoo. One day I’ll have to draw his human arm, but that day is not today. I have two more sketches to work on, but I should really get my ass in gear and work on stuff that actually has a deadline.

Also hey! I have a shiny new Redbubble!! I’m slowly adding high res files there, but let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like me to upload.


Apart from the fact that it was the place where you first met Baekhyun, you really hated the New Year’s Eve party that SM always hosted. It was always filled with people you didn’t know and you had to endure pointless conversations with people who were just trying to pass the time like you were. Sometimes you got to hang out with Baekhyun but the moments were rare and never lasted long, him always being dragged off to talk to someone important.

You thought this year would be different, seeing as you were arriving with Baekhyun and you were now officially his fiancé. However, you still found yourself in the corner of the room trying to spot Baekhyun as you nursed a glass of orange juice. It was nearing midnight and you wanted the midnight kiss he promised.

Deciding to try looking from the other side of the room, you pushed yourself off the wall and started weave through the crowds and tables, only to be stopped by Jongdae and Minseok. “Baekhyun told us to tell you that he’s heading up to the rooftop for a break from the noise,” Jongdae explained, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.

Smiling shyly, you ducked your head to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Thank you,” you replied, peering up through your eyelashes at the pair of them.

They were grinning from ear to ear, clearly thinking of dirty things a couple can get up to on a rooftop. They may have been right too. You wouldn’t know until you got there. “I’ll see you next year,” you joked lightly, bowing to them both before heading for the door.

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Minseok called out as you left.

You rolled your eyes and paused, turning slightly to face them. “You’d do anything though,” you teased, before turning away and leaving them for the door once again.

When you arrived at the roof, you knew you had forgotten something … your coat. As the cold wind bit at the bare skin of your arms, you wrapped your arms around yourself and started looking for Baekhyun finding him learning over the railings looking at Seoul’s night sky. You snaked your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his shoulder blade. “I got your message,” you whispered in his ear.

He tugged on your arm and pulled around his body so your back was pressed up against the railings and you were facing your fiancé. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen you all night. There’s a director here who apparently really wants me to audition for a musical,” he explained as he took his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. Always the gentleman.

“It’s ok,” you told him softly, reaching up to cradle his cheek attentively. “We’re together now, aren’t we?”

Baekhyun peered down at his watch and smiled. “Just in time for midnight too,” he murmured, already leaning closer for a kiss.

You quickly put your hands on his chest and held him off, which seemed to throw him off judging by his adorable confused expression. “I need to tell you something first,” you explained, moving your hands off his chest.

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked frantically, his hands reaching out to hold both of yours. “Is it bad? Oh no, it’s bad, isn’t it?”

Laughing lightly, you shook his hands to stop his worrying and pull his attention back to you. “It’s not bad news,” you insisted, pausing for a second. “At least I don’t think it’s bad. To be honest, I don’t really know what you’ll think of it.”

“Just tell me,” he pleaded, a hint of cuteness in his voice.

You took a deep breath and tried to push past the nervous butterflies in your stomach. The words were on the tip of your tongue yet it was so hard to say them. Baekhyun was unpredictable at the best of time but this time you really had no idea what he was going to say. He seemed to sense your hesitation and in response, squeezed your hands reassuringly. Gulping past the lump in your throat, you cleared your throat and looked up at his face.

“I’m pregnant.”

At first, Baekhyun froze, as if the cold wind had finally got to him and locked his limbs in place. But then the streets below grew loud with cheering to the countdown of the new year and in the distance, fireworks were exploding in the sky over the Han River. Your focus was fixed on your fiancé though, watching the smile crawl up his face. “Really?” he asked, finding your eyes and staring at them intensely.

All you could do was nod.

“Oh my god!” Baekhyun exclaimed, his eyes widening in realisation. “You’re pregnant,” he said softly, moving his hands to warm up your cheeks that were probably bright red from the cold. “We’re going to have a baby!”

His lips came crashing down on yours, sending a thousand sparks shooting through your body in a way only Baekhyun could do. As you wrapped your arms around neck and pulled your body closer, his fingers ran through your hair to the base of your head, tilting your face up to deepen the kiss. In the distance, explosions in the sky were casting colourful glows across the backs of your eyelids and for a blissful second, with Baekhyun’s soft lips moving roughly with yours, you were so incredibly happy that everything just seemed perfect. Almost perfect at least.

Baekhyun suddenly pulled away, his lips leaving yours number and wanting more. “You’re crying,” he murmured softly, his thumbs moving to brush your cheeks.

You reached up too, surprised to feel the wetness on your cheeks. “I thought you’d react differently. We only just got engaged and now we’re having a baby,” you confessed quietly, dropping your head so your hair hid your face from him.

Dipping his head too, Baekhyun pressed his forehead to yours, his warm breath fanning across your face, making you sigh softly. “This is the 21st century babe. Things aren’t as traditional as they used to be,” he joked playfully, pushing the hair out of your face and leaning back. “Is that what you were worried about?”

Your bottom lip jutted out defensively. “It’s a valid worry!” you exclaimed, pushing his chest back. “I’ve met your grandmother and she’s extremely traditional. She even wore hanbok!”

“That’s because it was Chuseok silly!” he replied, flicking you lightly on the forehead. “It doesn’t matter what my grandmother thinks anyway. You’re having my baby; I want you to be my wife; there’s nothing more for them to say. They’ll just have to be happy for us.” He dotted a little kiss on your lips before moving his hands to your stomach.

“There’s actually a little baby in there,” you murmured softly, looking down at your fiancé’s hands over your stomach. “A little blob of me and you.”

Baekhyun laughed and looked up at your face with the biggest smile. “I don’t think our so appreciates you calling him a blob,” he joked, taking one hand off your stomach to hold one of yours.

A blast of cold wind shot through your body and sent shiver running down your spine. Almost instinctively, you put one hand on your stomach protectively, covering Baekhyun’s. “Our daughter doesn’t appreciate you calling her a boy either,” you replied playfully, matching your smile with his.

“Yeah, yeah, we can argue about gender later,” he quickly said, wrapping an arm around your body and leading your inside. “It’s absolutely freezing up here. Let’s get you back into the warm.”

You dug your heels in and turned to face him. “Happy new year,” you murmured, inching closer to his lips as another round of fireworks went off in the background.

Baekhyun dodged your lips and instead just steered you inside. “I’ll kiss you when you’ve warmed up a bit,” he said, kicking the door open with his foot.

“Will you kiss me now?” you asked as soon as the door closed, puckering your lips at him.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at you and looked at the flights of stairs. “Did you climb all of these?” he exclaimed, securely wrapping his arm around your waist as he slowly led you down the stairs … and by slowly, you meant a snail’s pace.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “No, I hitched a ride with Superman.” You slapped the back of his head jokingly. “Of course I climbed up the stairs.”

“Are you crazy? You’re pregnant!” he exclaimed, helping you down another stair cautiously.

Although his worrying was completely irrational and stupid, it was very adorable. If he treated your baby as good as he treated you, he would be the perfect dad. He was already an amazing fiancé … the best. Even though it wasn’t the perfect scenario you imagined, you knew you could make it work despite all of your worries.

You threw your arm out in front of him and stopped on the step, pushing him down one so you could rest your arms on his shoulder. This way, you could look him straight in the eyes. “I’m not made of china, ok? I won’t break by doing something as mundane as walking up the stairs. At least not until I’m the size of a whale,” you told him calmly, kissing the end of his nose. “Now will you stop fussing about me so we can go and tell your members?”

“You want to tell them?” Baekhyun asked innocently, his nose still crinkled up cutely from your kiss.

It was hard not to smile: you tried to keep a straight face for a second but you just couldn’t. He was so excited for your baby and you loved it. “You can’t keep a secret anyway so we may as well tell them now,” you replied, leaning down to give him a kiss on his soft lips.

His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you down to the step he was on. “I love you,” he murmured softly against your lips, crouching low and moving his hands to your stomach again. “And I love you too little tadpole!” He placed a little kiss on your bellybutton and at that moment, you knew he loved your baby unconditionally, even if he hadn’t met it yet.

“We both love you too,” you told him sweetly, ruffling his hair with your fingers.

He took your hand from his hair and stood up, his thumb grazing across your knuckles soothingly. “Let’s go!” he said eagerly, leading you down the stairs. He still took it slow hut he wasn’t treating you like glass, which was an improvement.

As you headed back down to the party, you rested your head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and sighed softly. “How long do you think it’ll take for them to make a bet about the baby?” you asked absentmindedly, your empty hand settling on your stomach at the mention of the word ‘baby’.

Baekhyun leaned his head on top of yours and chuckled to himself. “Probably minutes,” he guessed. “As soon as you left the dorm when I first introduced you to everyone, they were all on the sofas placing bets on how long it would take me to ask you to marry me.”

“Who won?” you asked inquisitively, looking up at him.

“Kyungsoo,” he muttered under his breath. “He didn’t think I would be brave enough for a while. We haven’t heard the end of it since I asked you.”

“You shouldn’t have taken so long then!” you teased back.

But in the end, when you finally gave birth, Kyungsoo won the bet again, with Chanyeol and Yixing. Everyone else, including your Baekhyun, thought you were going to have a boy. However, your daughter instantly had everyone wrapped around her tiny finger. Who else could say that about EXO?


Let’s have a happy and amazing 2016 with lots of exciting things from our babies! I’m sending you all lots and lots of love!

Jade xo


Title: Let me Finish!

Length: 1,302 words

Rating: K+ (some cussing)

Warnings: cussing, body negativity, body image issues

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Original Request:  I love you and your writing, and you’re an amazing person and writer, and I’m sad and extremely low on self-esteem, could you do a Warren fic/one-shot/drabble/whatever-you-choose where the reader is feeling insecure because she has tummy rolls and doesn’t like her face and thinks Warren is too handsome for her and he loves her and her body so much and…fluff? Like I am in a very scary place and I need major fluff and hugs please please please love?

A/N: Been so long since I wrote something that this came pouring out at 1 am. I hope you see this and you feel better! Sorry it took so long!

You looked in the mirror for what felt like the millionth time today. It was a bad day. Strike that, it was a really bad day for your self esteem. You kept turning to the side and poking at your rolls on your stomach. They made you feel so bad, so ugly, so unwanted, even more now since your boyfriend’s body was so perfect. 

You hadn’t been able to stop staring when you met Warren Worthington the third. He had been shirtless when you’d met him which made it worse. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed, a jaw so perfect he should go into modeling, arms that made you feel safe wrapped in them, and good lord his abs. He had abs on his abs. This didn’t even include his wings. There were so beautiful they didn’t seem real. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t perfect. The man looked like a true angel, like he was hand sculpted by the Creator themself.

Every time you saw Warren, your boyfriend of five months, you couldn’t figure out why he wanted someone like you. You were fat, you weren’t attractive, and you were boring as all hell and told lousy jokes all the time to cover it up. If he only knew what you knew about yourself then he wouldn’t want you anymore and that hurt you more than anything. Five months in and you knew you loved him. You hadn’t told him so but you did.

“Hey baby, you in there?” you heard a familiar and sexy voice call out. The knock startled you and you nearly fell over. “Babe? You okay?” You quickly wiped your face and flushed the toilet to make it seem like you weren’t in there for nothing. 

“Out in a minute!” you called hoping he would buy it. You turned the faucet and washed your hands. You dried them on a towel, threw your sweater back on, and opened the door. Warren stood there with a questioning look on his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long.” You said quickly.

“Are you okay?” he asked. He looked suspicious. Warren may be tall and blonde but he was anything but stupid, despite what some people thought. He knew something wasn’t right with you. Something hadn’t been right with you for a while now. “You’ve been spending a lot of time in the bathroom lately.”

“I’m fine, just ate something that didn’t agree with me.” He nodded.

“Okay, when you wanna tell me the truth I’m ready to hear it.” He threw up his arms and you watched his wings flare out. His tattoos made his cheekbones look even more incredible.

“What do you mean?” you asked nonchalantly.

“I mean, the trips in the bathroom for freaking hours, picking at your food at dinner, you won’t let me see you in anything smaller than a turtleneck, you hide, you cover yourself, you won’t let me touch you, it’s getting bad enough you won’t even talk to me or let me hug you. Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Is something going on with you I should know about? Babe, I love you, I don’t know what is wrong but I wanna help fix it.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands. “Do you just not want me anymore?” Holy shit…what? What? What!? WHAT?!

“Wait a minute right there Warren Worthington III! You think I don’t want you anymore?” You threw your arms up over your head. “Are you fucking crazy? That isn’t it! That was never it! I don’t understand how you can want me?” You felt tears pressing into your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” he raised his voice a little. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re the most beautiful girl I ever met!”

“You’re a liar!” you yelled matching his tone.

“Don’t call me that! How can you say that?!” He raised his again.

“BECAUSE I’M FAT!” You shrieked. He took a step back. He looked at you with wide eyes. “Because I’m fat! I’m ugly! I have zero personality or redeeming factors. I tell jokes all the time to cover up the fact I’m not worthy of you okay?! I’m just not! You are a literal angel! You are gorgeous and sweet and so handsome and you’re smarter than anyone knows and I’m not worthy! I’m just not!” You wanted to say more as the tears ran down your face while you made the argument against yourself but you stopped when his arms, and wings, wrapped around you and he lightly covered your mouth with his hand.

“Stop it. Cut that shit right now. Let me talk.” He uncovered your mouth. “I don’t know where you got this idea that you weren’t worthy of me. If anything I’m not worthy of you. You are gentle, kind, loving, and God knows you’re beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful. I make bad decisions, I smoke, I drink too much, I do bad things and listen to music that pisses everyone off. I argue, get mad, and have a temper but you still hug me every day and say you like me for who I am. You don’t get to talk bad about yourself ever again, because sometimes you are the only good thing I have in my life. You’re the only good thing I ever did in my life.”


“Let me finish!” He pulled you into the bathroom and had you stand in front of the mirror. You looked in it and saw the usual sight of yourself you hated with Warren behind you looking like the angel he was. He gently reached down and lifted both your sweater and t shirt under it over your head. You stood there in your bra and shorts right in front of him. You had never had sex, hell, you had never been this undressed in front of him before. Your first instinct was to cover yourself but he held your hands in his own. 

“I don’t know what you see. So, let me tell you what I see. I see the face that I love waking up to every morning, I see the hair that looks messy and all I want is to play with it, I see the lips that form a smile when you’re watching a funny movie or watching me train with the guys and all I want to do is kiss them,” he left a kiss on your lips and then on your neck “I see the most beautiful eyes in the world, I see the best pillows I’ve ever laid my head on,” his hands gently ran over the sides of your breasts, you laughed at that “I see the waist that fits perfectly in my arms,” he wrapped both his arms around your waist. “I see the body that may very well, one day years from now, give me a son or daughter or both, I see my beautiful, amazing, gorgeous girlfriend that I love with everything I have left of my heart. Now, why the hell would you ever think I wouldn’t want you over something stupid like a roll on your adorable stomach?”

You were so stunned you couldn’t speak. You went wide eyed taking it all in. You looked at him through the mirror’s surface and then you smiled.

“Warren, I…I love you.” You said after several minutes.

“I love you too Y/N.” He turned you gently so he could kiss you properly. He gently picked you up and pulled you off towards the bed. He never broke the kiss. “Now, can we please make out or do I have to keep convincing you?” You didn’t answer with words. You just pulled him down for another kiss.