The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves the burden of it, either. You’ll be let down. You’ll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But, shit, you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything -because that’s what growing older is.
4.19.17 | 10:00 AM
It’s my mom’s birthday today! I do have three different pencil cases yes. These are some of the notes I’ve written in the while I’ve been busy. All chemistry, all day everyday! (ok maybe not all day bc that’s not very healthy)
I hope you’ve been well, drink some water, roll up your sleeves and seize the day! (or roll around in your covers if that’s your best today, also perfectly fine!) ♡
Ultimate passing tips list for pre-t transguys (and some other tips too)
Yes passing is a social construct yada yada yada but if you want some tips to look like a average joe cis male and pass for say bathroom situations or in public this is for you. I know you can wear whatever you want and do whatever you want but these things can help you pass if that’s what you want. This is info I’ve gathered over the years and stuff I’ve learnt myself too so i thought i’d put them in one place.
This stuff works for me, i pass all the time basically even if i am perceived as a younger guy that’s fine by me.
its pretty lengthy so the topics are facial hair, hair, jaw, voice, height, hips, packing, binding, swimming, working out, foods, body language, clothes and bathrooms.
Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.
Summary: You and Bucky have an agreement, but you can’t help but to push his buttons.
Word Count: 2297
A/N: Smutttt, all of it, Bucky is dominant and jealous.
You stood at the bar, heels completely aching at the pumps stuck to your feet. You sipped your rum and coke, turning back to Sam who stood with you at the bar. He looked insanely handsome, wearing a blue suit instead of a traditional black, and opted out of a tie.
“Wanna dance?” He grinned mischievously, offering you his hand. You shrugged, giggling in response and throwing your drink back before taking his hand and getting on the floor. The avengers were stuck at yet another one of Tony Stark’s fancy parties, too fancy for your liking. Everyone was rich and snobby, something you could never manage to be even if you wanted to. You shook your head at the people circled around Tony like sharks, presumably laughing at a joke they didn’t quite get.
Request(s): If you could, would you make an imagine where Y/N and Tom are working together on a project and Y/N likes to tease Haz or one of the other guys on set and Tom gets jealous (even though she likes him) and at some point he goes down on her and finishes saying something like “That’s how a guy should please you, darling” or something? Thank you! :)
Word Count: 3685 (The beginning wasn’t descriptive enough and then I made the beginning of the smut descriptive and then I stopped being horny for the end so it was pretty bad)
Song: Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello
Summary: You and Tom have been friends for a while and he helps you get a job on Infinity War. He normally brings friends on set so you thought nothing of Harrison, the cute blond that looks at you in a way that Tom doesn’t like.
Warning(s): (UM SO LIKE JUST A WARNING FOR THE WARNINGS: I WON’T DO MORE STUFF LIKE THIS IF NO ONE LIKES IT THIS COULD HONESTLY BE WAY BETTER I’M SORRY anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming)S M U TT, jealous!Tom, I forgot to write a condom scene so like unprotected sex (Assume that the reader is on the pill)(just remember don’t be silly cover your willy), it’s kinda just kinky like there’s “daddy” and “babygirl”, a little bit of orgasm denial, rough sex, yeah lemme just go burn my laptop now
Author’s Note: Pass me some holy water because this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. And I know that that doesn’t say much because I’ve written smut a whopping total of 2 other times but STILL I’M NOT SURE WHETHER I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THE SMUT OR PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT BECAUSE IT COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE. But on a completely unrelated note, I start school tomorrow so I will probably be posting a lot less since my mom is crazy strict about homework and it makes a little sense but not enough to justify it BUT I will not burden you with my problems enjoy this sin-fest!
“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.
“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.
“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.
Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.
“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.
“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.
Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.
“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.
“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.
“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.
“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.
“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.
“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.
“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.
“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.
Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.
“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.
The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.
Imagine: Being A New Waitress At Patsy’s, And Hooking Up With Lip.
Lip Gallagher x Reader
Warning: smut, sex, public sex
“Where the fuck am I?” You grumbled to yourself, looking up and down the block. With a flyer in hand, you continued to walk down the busy street. A bright sign caught your attention, making you sigh in relief.
Patsy’s Pies was written in big red letters on the display board, with a yellow background. Glancing down at the paper in your hand, you confirmed it was the same place you were looking for. Crossing the street at some run down laundromat, you walked through the two doors, the smell of greasy foods hitting your nose. Biting your lip, you glanced around, spotting a row of empty chairs at the counter. Grabbing a seat, you plopped down, reaching for a menu from the stack next to you. After a few minutes of pondering what to order, a waitress approached you, giving you a polite smile
“Ready to order?”
“Um, yes. But first, I found this flyer saying that this place was hiring. Do you know if there are any open spots left?” You said, showing her the flyer. With a quick glance at it, she nodded, putting her ordering pad into her apron pocket.
“Yeah, hold on let me get Fiona,” she called, walking away from you and into the back. With a happy sigh, you glanced around the place. There wasn’t many people around, seeing as it was just after the lunch rush. A brown haired guy caught your attention. He was wearing a white tank top, with an apron wrapped around his waist. He stacked plates, cups, and silverware into a plastic tray, before wiping down the table. You leaned your head slightly, looking him up and down.
“Not bad…” you muttered to yourself, before noticing out of the corner of your eyes a different woman approaching you. This woman gave you a tired smile, the sleeves on her blue button up shirt rolled up, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“My name is Fiona, I’m the manager at this here establishment. I heard that you came for a job, huh?” You nodded, handing her your resumè.
“Yes, I know there isn’t much on my resume but-”
“W-what?” You said incredulously, staring at her with wide eyes.
“You’re hired. When can you start?”
“A-Any time you want! I can start now if you need me!” You said, smiling widely as your heart pumped faster. You were so excited at getting a new job. You were let go of your other job at a gas station, so you were glad to be able to get back to work to pay your bills. While this job isn’t the best paying job, it was still enough for you to be able to get by at your one bedroom apartment. You grinned happily as Fiona led you behind the counter, showing you what you were going to do.
“Sorry Lip, more dishes,” you said, dumping a large pile of dishes into a bin next to the sink. Lip groaned, wiping his forehead on his arm, stepping back to take a break. You eyes him curiously as he took off his rubber gloves, turning to you with an amused look. You raised an eyebrow in suspicion, before he answered your unsaid question.
“Wanna go out back for a smoke?” You shrugged your shoulder, agreeing. Following him to the back door, you grabbed your jacket from the rack, putting it on as Lip opened the door, cold air making goosebumps rise on your arm. Watching silently as Lip pulled out a cigarette, you pulled out a lighter from your coat pocket. After lighting the end of the cigarette, you pulled away, looking up at the dark night sky. It was almost 8 at night, but it was quiet as if it was 3 in the morning. You watched as puffs of breath left your mouth, your gaze turning to Lip. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed he was already staring back at you.
In a swift movement, Lip threw the still lit cigarette on the floor, pushing you against the wall. Before you could make a sound, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close, you kissed back ferociously, letting out all your pinned up sexual frustration. Without breaking the heated kiss, Lip unzipped your coat, pulling it off your shoulders. You gasped as your back hit the cold brick wall behind you, the chill seeping through your shirt.
You leaned your head back with a moan, as Lip kissed down your jawline, sucking on your neck. His fingers skimmed down your sides, before coming to the waistband to your uniform shorts. Fumbling slightly, he managed to unzip them, shoving his hands down your panties. A gasp left you as you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet as Lip’s fingers teased your clit, before slowly entering you with two fingers. Gulping, you looked back and forth down the alleyway, making sure no one was around to see you. When you were sure no one was around, you let your fingers travel to Lip’s zipper, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants.
Lip pulled your shorts down to your knees, before turning you around and bending you over. Moaning as his hand glided across your ass, you watched anxiously over your shoulder as he pulled his pants down some, revealing his long cock. You bit your lip at the sight of it, his hand slowly pumping it in long strokes. You turned your head back to face the wall as Lip lined himself up to you. With one hand on the brick wall, and one to your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you bit your sleeve, his length slowly sliding inside you. With steady strokes, he pumped inside you, muttering a few curses, as you hung your head, you mouth open in silent moans. One of his hands gripped your hip, while the other reached around to tease your clit some more, causing your knees to buckle.
Lip’s strokes became more sloppy as you felt yourself tighten around him, your stomach clenching as you felt your orgasm coming closer. His pants were loud as he started jerking his hips forward hard, hitting your G-spot multiple times, sending you over the edge. You moaned around your shirt sleeve, your knees giving out, forcing Lip to hold you up. After a few more thrust, you felt him cum inside you, filling you with his sticky, hot liquid. Slowly pulling out, he groaned, his head lulling back as he breathed heavily. Gathering yourself, you pulled up your panties and shorts, zipping them up and buttoning the button. Lip watched you with his pants still around his ankles, as you picked up your discarded jacket, reaching for the door.
“Next time, can you wear a condom?” You asked with a smirk and a wink, leaving the dazed man outside in the cold, his pants around him ankles, his eyes wide.