basically this would be my reaction to them popping up too

Hot Off The Press

Another AU where Jacky-Boy is a hockey player and Bitty has a job that involves hockey bc that’s my aesthetic. Anyway, I really know nothing about how the world of sports journalism works so there is probably some inaccuracies in here, but it’s an AU so who cares. Artistic license and all that. Very slightly NSFW (i just wanted to get all the warnings out there). 

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“Are you into men?”

Jack has been asked this question before, but in such a subtle way (and typically involving Parson) that it’s easy to avoid. No reporter has ever straight out asked him. Besides, he’s not gay. He’s bisexual. So when Jack usually tells them, “No.” it’s not a lie. However, this time it feels different. Maybe it wasn’t just this particular time, but all the times added onto each other that’s finally causing him to really think about what hole he’s digging himself into.

The blunt question has him feeling panicky and the other presser notice his reaction too. Jack can’t say no, because that’s not true. He is into men. Jack’s panic quickly shifts, and now he just feels like shoving the microphones away and storming out, because this is hockey goddammit. Not E! news.

“Excuse me?” Jack clears his throat, trying to buy himself some time to think of a properly crafted response. Over the years, he’s developed a talent for that.

But everything is on overdrive and he feels his breath start to quicken again–

“Are you into men?” Another reporter asks, and it takes Jack a moment to realize that the reporter isn’t asking him. He’s asking the man who popped the question in the first place.

 All attention, including Jack’s, turns to the small blonde that got lost in the bundle of people. He holds up his mic towards the reporter who popped the question in the first place. 

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how to write a fat character

by: your local fat writer 

media seems to do such a terrible job at representing people like me and same goes for many fic writers who try to base their characters on these characters shown in media. Here are some basic do’s and and don’t’s to writing fat characters! 

DONT:

  • make your character in love with food- they’re allowed to eat like everyone else, but not every real fat person has an obsession over food. The rule can get iffy if your fat character is a cook.*
  • make your character the center of jokes- everyone has something “funny” about them, but don’t make your fat character constantly make jokes about their own weight. Fat people get enough bullshit from skinny people about their weight already. 
  • make your character incredibly unfit- there are real fat people who are incredibly athletic! their weight may be from genetics or from proper muscle building (not the muscle building we’re groomed to think is right in society). The choices your character makes is what affects their athleticism, not their weight 
  • make your character the Depressed One- yes, fat people do get upset over their body. Many go through horrible diets to try and get slim. It takes years for real fat people to get over it and realize their body is horrible gross. Their weight can simply be because of genetics, not because of how much they eat. 
  • make your character’s arc about things involving their weight- unless your fat character ABSOLUTELY needs to involve food, don’t make this their entire character arc. There are so many cooler things you can do with your character; sexuality, friends/family, simplifying the heroes journey, etc. make your character exciting! make them relatable! 
  • make your character the token fat character- the real world has many types of people, the fantasy world should not be too different from this fact. Your characters should always show diversity, and sometimes repetition is good when its the right character type. 

*making your fat character a chef can be a risky move. think about why your fat character is a chef. was it because they’re the fat character? or is there something that influenced them to become a chef? choose your answer carefully

DO:

  • make your character’s interests diverse- I like food! but i also like many other things! video games, bike riding, painting, singing, give your character varying interests! maybe your character has that one thing they love above all else. the game Fire Emblem: Awakening has always been my go-to favorite thing, what’s your character’s?
  • make your character an individual- develop their personality! how would your character react to seeing the ASPCA commercials? What’s their reaction when a family member dies? When their favorite artist is performing in town? Are there songs that make them emotional? What do they do to de-stress? Do they stim? There’s PLENTY you can say about your character that isn’t just “I love food.”
  • make your character as realistic as possible- just as skinny people are diverse, so are fat people. When you’re describing a fat character, don’t default to “pear shaped.” there are proportionate and disproportionate fat people. maybe they have fatter thighs than they do calves, their stomach pops out but they don’t have “bingo wings,” maybe their chin does that weird thing or maybe it doesn’t (this happens to skinny people, too!). and don’t forget stretch marks. they are real and they are not “taboo.”
  • write your character as if they’re like any other- it all boils down to one thing: the similarities and differences. I’m an XL and my friend is an XS, we both enjoy oversized hoodies! She would wear hoodies in the summer but I would rather walk around shirtless (if society didn’t tell us boobs are bad.) I would never wear short shorts when exercising because they ride up my thighs. Your fat character can act just the same as your skinny one(s).
Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out.  I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months  and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly  being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!

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“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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Vanilla #5

“Deactivate training sequence!” Keith’s voice called throughout the arena, 2 bots fell, no longer buzzing with electrical energy. He only made it to level 2, he could usually hit at least 4 before he even STARTED getting tired. Keith wasn’t tired, Keith was distracted. Lance. Lance smelled like sex on legs and he just couldn’t ignore it. Every time he tried to think of something else he always made a chain-like connection back to Lance. As he walked over to the sidelines of the training area, grabbing his water bottle he tried to think of new things. Sandwiches. Who invented sandwiches, why do you think it’s a good idea to put shit between bread. It just makes a mess and isn’t even filling, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were ok, not messy, but they always made his fingers sticky and Lance always put way too much peanut butter on. Fuck. Ok reset. No Lance. Keith scowled at himself and took a swish out of his bottle. Water. No that’s too easy Lance is literally the guardian of water. Reset. His red jacket, it was getting a little snug, his muscles much more prominent than when he arrived. He remembered when he first noticed his muscles, he had beaten Lance at an arm wrestling competition when he previously couldn’t. From that day on they were constantly in competition to see who was stronger, hosting monthly arm wrestles, it was always a 50/50 battle, Keith won last time. Fuck. Lance. Fuck Lance. No period, no comma.

“No I can’t do that.” He set down his bayard and crossed an arm around his stomach, letting his water bottle stay loosely in his hand.

“Do what?” His bottle clanged to the floor in surprise as he jumped, pulled from thought.

“Oh Pidge, hey.” Keith turned to find pidge lurking, standing by the door. “Come to train?” The green paladin didn’t come often to battle training bots, but it wasn’t unheard of.

She whipped out her bayard. “Yeah.” It buzzed to life and Keith smiled. “What can’t you do?” She mused, letting the bayard die down again.

“More like who.” He mumbled before taking another sip, it was quiet and he hadn’t meant for pidge to hear but alas it was not so.

“Who?” She squeaked, “what do you mean who?” ‘What a leech’, Keith thought, ‘desperate for any gossip.’

“Nothing, Pidge.” He wasn’t exactly shy about his history with anyone or his intents with anyone, but Lance was different. “Nobody.”

“Shiro?” She guessed, not taking no for a viable answer.

“Not anymore.” He threw a sidelong glance at pidge, wiping his mouth of residing water. Her face bore disgust and disapproval. “What would you have done if I had said yes.”

“My reaction would have been relatively similar, maybe a hint of disapproval.” Keith scoffed.

“And that wasn’t disapproval?”

“Mostly distaste, you find out a brother figure and a father figure used to be…” she shivered, making a gag noise “…I can’t find a good word for it and I don’t want to.”

“Bedmates” Keith suggested

“No. Stop.”

“Companions.”

“Keith please”

He leaned in close. “…lovers?”

Pidge full on punched Keith in the gut, he bent over, eating his teasing words. “You’re disgusting.” She spat jokingly. Keith gripped his gut on the ground.

“I deserved that.” He laughed slightly, trying to ignore the eminent bruise. “Help me up.”

“Get Shiro to help you up.” She crouched down next to Keith and they shared a smile, they definitely had a sibling relationship and Keith pushed her over, losing the balance she had in her heels, she fell onto her butt after flailing her arms in circles to keep balance. “You’re a dick” she scoffed at Keith, keeping a light, joking tone to her voice, a shit eating grin plastered on her face.

“Fair enough.” He shot back the exact smirk she gave him seconds before.

There was silence as they both sat up, crossing their legs and exchanging a secret handshake. “So… you gonna tell me who’s up for courting?”

Keith looked away uneasily, why was Lance such a sensitive subject? “…Lance.” He closed his eyes tightly, avoiding looks of disapproval.

“I can see that.” Keith looked up and saw a thoughtful look, she adjusted her glasses. “I mean, I don’t want to it’s disgusting but,” Keith smiled lightly.

“Thanks Pidge.” He had a sarcastic tone to his voice. Keith started to stand and the green paladin followed suit. “It’s only level two, so if you wanna start up where I left off then go ahead.”

“Sweet! I don’t have to set up!” She picked up her bayard again and Keith grabbed his, hooking it onto his belt and making sure he had his water bottle. “Cya kogane!”

“Sayonara Holt.” He called, waving as he walked out the door.

Lance stood in his shower, his legs weak and a hand resting on the wall for support, regretting his actions that took place seconds before, this was sure to send his heat into full force. He was so glad to finally be back in his room, that lock seemed to last a million years. “Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the mess he had made of himself. He was in the shower, as sensitive as he was everywhere he needed to stay cool and this was the only way to cool down. The water pressure on his nerves and scent glands inevitably aroused him and he had to deal with his… problem. At least he was in the shower and didn’t have to worry about cleaning up or dirtying a towel but now he was sure to be in need for at least a couple hours. He was so uncomfortable it had to be dealt with, and now he had a couple minutes of relief but stank like lust and needy, omega, clinginess.

“This is stupid” he mumbled, stepping out of the shower, already ready for round two. “Stupid, stupid heat.” He pulled a shirt over his head and cringed at how the material made his skin ache. His underwear was a nightmare and his jeans even worse. “Nope not doing that today.” He slid them back down and pulled up sweatpants, a much looser option.

“Lance?” Keith’s voice rang through the door faintly. Lance took a deep sigh and wiped his hair out of his face.

“Come in!” He struggled to bring a pitch of happiness to his voice, the door slid open and Keith stepped in.

“I heard you were at breakfast so I-” he froze as he made eye contact with the scrawny boy and he shared the same look as Shiro had earlier that day, partially due to his gaunt figure but mostly due to his smell. “I um… I wanted to..” he walked towards Lance who forced himself to back away from the red paladin. Though every muscle craved for his touch, even just a hand on the shoulder, he had to resist.

“Wanted to…?” There was something primitive behind those violet eyes. Lance bit his lip and put his hands behind his back. It was a subtle notion that he did sub-consciously, but it meant the world. When Lance put his hands behind his back he showed defencelessness, no way to fend off anyone, and his shoulders went back, popping out his chest slightly for easy access to any Alphas. It was a gentle way to seduce someone, working more commonly on Alphas than Betas, and good god was it working on Keith.

“I uh…” Keith’s eyes wandered, bringing in every single curve of Lances body. His chest open and ready to be bitten or played with or admired. “Um.” He shook his head for a couple seconds of focus and looked back to Lances eyes. “I wanted to ask how you were?” There was slight concern in his voice but he was too distracted by that encouraging smell, his self discipline nearly breaking.

“A little warm but otherwise fine” that was only a half lie, he was warm, constantly warm, and cold at the same time but he was far from fine. Lance wanted nothing more than to run to Keith and smell his hair, let his hands wander onto his broad shoulders and let him nuzzle against his scent glands. Lance clicked his tongue and Keith’s eyes shot up, Lances opened in surprise, had he really just done that? Had he just clicked his tongue at Keith? If putting his arms behind his back was a subtle way of seducing an alpha, this was basically begging for it. It was an instinct that omegas had, to click their tongue whenever they were in need and had an alpha at their dispense. Lance looked at Keith slowly, his hands becoming stiff beside him, arms slightly bent, ready to launch at Lance.

-click- Keith glared at Lance, he clicked his tongue a second time and his hands flew over his mouth, his eyes flashing back and forth between his mouth and the red paladin. Keith could feel common sense losing. He took a step towards Lance who stiffened but didn’t back away, the black haired man suddenly became aware of how tight his jeans were. His ears were back as far as they could go, trying to register any sound from the hallway.

He reached for Lances hand, the blue paladin flinched and his friend slowly removed the tan fingers from his face, one hand, then the other. Keith gently put Lances arms on his shoulders, soon after he placed his pale hands on his partners hips.. Lance looked afraid but was intrigued, compliant. The red paladin moved closer, as did the blue. A mutual act of respect. Keith engraved Lances face into his memory, engraving every detail, every shred of blue that danced through his eyes, every stray hair. He took a deep breath in, God he loved that smell, the soothing smell of Vanilla, Keith decided. There was a second of silence between the two boys, the room waiting for any movement. Keith growled slightly, sexual frustration building. “I want to kiss you.”

Lance didn’t wear any expression other than slight intrigue mixed with want and need. He closed his eyes, giving into his needs and the Alphas request and leaned in, he felt a slender finger on his lips suddenly and his eyes opened. Keith looked like he was stalking prey. His voice was firm and slightly commanding, Lances legs went weak as Keith’s voice sank into his ears

“Not on the lips.”

Let Me Love You

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Let Me Love You by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader 

Reader is getting over a bad breakup and ready for a rebound hook up. Thankfully she meets a gorgeous green-eyed stranger who is down for a night of bliss.

Warnings: This is pure Smut. NSFW, Explicit, hook up sex, fingering, oral, anal play, language, alcohol. So basically my usual. | WC: 3183 | On AO3

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘s 2K Follower Challenge, and an addition to my album challenge for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfic Challenge. 


I met Sam when he came to the university library one afternoon. He was sweet, funny, and a little nerdy. It seemed like I never met nice guys anymore. And after my disaster of a relationship and subsequent nasty breakup, it was nice to be interested in someone again.

“So you’ve been in Amherst for a few days?” I asked, shuffling through discarded books on the table.

Sam studied the maps in front of us for a moment, before he focused on my question. “Yeah, my brother and I are working here on a job.”

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great romances of the 21st century | (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader, highschool! Jin 
genre/warnings: drama, fluff, smut, comedy 
words: 12,799
summary: in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?

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anonymous asked:

Sooo it's pretty common to see Steve demand tony attend combat training, right? But what if at some point Nat decides everyone needs some spy training too. How to go undercover. How to break out of restraints. How to make weapons out of everyday things. How to get info out of someone. Etc. And I feel like tony would basically excel at all of these and the other avengers would have mixed reactions.

So, I kinda forgot to put any focus on the others reactions.. I just enjoyed writing skilled Tony who just wants to go back to the lab. 

Can I go Back to the Lab Now?

“I don’t want to spar with you Steve.” Natasha says, and Steve hesitates. He’s used to dragging Tony into practice, but Natasha, this is new. 

“Any particular reason?” Steve asks, she looks up from painting her nails, and waves them at him. “If Tony can’t use work as an excuse you can’t use your nails.” Steve says, Tony makes a soft oohing sound, but immediately quiets when she glares at him.

“Why do we always practice sparring, what about other skills?” She asks, and Steve blinks at her. “Escaping restraints, going unnoticed in public, using your environment to your advantage.” Tony raises his hand.

“I’m in, we should do that.” He says. Steve raises an eyebrow at him. “What? Sparring is boring Steve.” 

“Fine. We’ll practice spy things.” Steve agrees, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“After my nails dry.” Natasha says, waving her fingers at him again. Tony is running for the elevator before she finishes her sentence.

“Lab time! JARVIS fire up the fabricator, daddy’s got shit to do.” Tony calls. Natasha smiles fondly after him. 


“Okay, Madame Spy lady, what are we doing first?” Tony asks, tipping an imaginary hat to her. She smiles at him, and it’s sharp. Tony suppresses a grin. 

“Restraints.” She says, and Clint grins. This will be easy for him. Tony tosses her admantium strengthened rope. 

“Cap shouldn’t be able to break that.” He offers. Steve glares at him. “What? I had to make it fair.” Tony says with a shrug. Clint laughs. 

“Let’s get started. Everyone take a seat.” Natasha orders. Tony sits down, crossing his legs casually, and holding his arms out to her, palms pressed together. “Behind your back, Stark.” She orders, and then quickly threads the rope between the back of the chair. before wrapping it around his arms, and then uncrossing his legs to tie them to the chair legs. 

“Can I escape yet?” Tony asks. Natasha rolls her eyes. 

“Sure, you can try.” She says, and Tony dislocates his left thumb, pulling his hand out of the rope, and grabbing the knife off Natasha’s belt slashing the rest of the ropes off in a few quick movements. 

“I tried.” He says mildly. 

“What the fuck?” Clint whispers, and Steve nods. 

“I’m going back to my lab now, JARVIS stream Cap’s attempt to me, I wanna see him struggle.” Tony says, popping his thumb back into place as he heads back to the lab. 


“Unusual weapons training.” Natasha declares, flipping Clint to the floor, and holding a sharpened bobby pin against his carotid artery. 

“Can I go?” Tony asks, glancing at the fondue fork that must have been left on the floor after dinner last night.

“No.” Natasha says. “Fight me.” Tony rolls his eyes, and lunges for the table, before shifting right and grabbing the fondue fork. 

“I took out a robot with a fondue fork, I know what I’m doing.” He points out, and Natasha lunges for him a pillow slamming into his face to distract him, he jumps to avoid the attempt to knock him off balance, and jabs the fondue fork downwards. “Careful Tasha.” He teases, She makes a grab for the fork, and he let’s her, shoving the metal tip into an outlet just as she grabs on. 

“Fuck!” She shakes out her hand, dragging him to the ground with her thighs. He taps out before he asphyxiates. “Ow.” 

“I can’t beat you at sparring, but I do know how to use things as weapons Tasha.” He intones, “I’m going back to the lab now.” 

“Fine.” Natasha grumbles, grabbing a bag of flower and launching herself at Steve.


“New challenge.” Natasha decides. “We’re going to SHIELD, everyone your goal is to figure out the code to Fury’s office.” Tony pulls out his phone, ignoring the rest of her speech.

“Peach17? Why? What does that even mean?” He asks, and Natasha groans. “What? I finished your task. Seriously, what does that mean?” 

“Nobody knows.” She says, waving off the question. “We need to come up with a new task, the goal is to talk to people to get answers.” She grumbles.

“Oh, that’s what it means?” Tony mumbles, not looking up from his phone. “Who would have guessed.” Natasha attempts to glare him into submission, so he passes his phone over.

“Find out the name of the circus Clint was in.” She challenges.

“Carson’s.” Tony says easily. Clint glares at him. “What, it was in your file. I let you move into my house, of course I read your file. 

“What don’t you know?” She asks. Tony considers the question for a minute. 

“I still don’t know what TAHITI actually stands for.” He offers. She nods mildly. 

“Fine, you have to figure that out, by talking to people.” She specifies. “No hacking, just persuasion.” 

“I get it, sheesh.” He says, “See you guys in an hour.” He heads straight for R&
D TAHITI is a science based program, at the very least someone there will know someone connected to the project. Also, R&D people generally like him so there’s no reason to pretend he isn’t Tony Stark. 

Despite his expectations it only takes fifteen minutes. 

“Fury asked me to consult on that project named after a beach?” He says, after looking over someones stasis gun. “Um, TAHITI or something, I can’t remember. Gosh, who was the lead scientist on that? Simmons? Simon? Sam? Or was it Fitz?” 

“Stark.” Someone barks, and he’s dragged out of the room. 

“What do you know about,  Terrestrialized Alien Host Integrative Tissue program?” The stranger growls, she’s attractive.

“I know that’s a mouthful.” He offers, and she scowls at him. “Not much, really. Fury asked me to consult.” He shrugs.

“That’s my project.” The woman says. “It’s wrong. They keep ignoring me though, they won’t shut it down. After Coulson, I though they’d stop.” It’s only now that he notes the fear in her eyes. 

“I lied, Fury doesn’t know I’m here.” He admits. “Don’t tell him, I’ll figure out how to stop TAHITI, okay?” 

“Thank you.” She says. He heads back to the team, it appears there’s a new challenge.


“This one should actually cause problems for you Stark, undercover work.” She smirks at him, he smirks right back. 

“You would think so.” He says. “What’s the goal?” 

“Purchase three items from three different stores without being recognized.” She says, handing each of them a list. First person back here wins. Tony nods, and heads down to R&D. 

“Dr. Jones!” He calls, and she turns to him. 

“Dr. Stark, how can I help you?” She asks, smiling warmly at him. 

“I need someone to accompany me to the mall, for an Avengers training exercise.” He explains, and she blinks at him. “I’m supposed to go unnoticed, and you haven’t accepted any of the sports cars I’ve offered you. Nobody expects Tony Stark to ride in a Prius.”

“What do I get out of it?” She asks, crossing her arms. Tony laughs.

“I’ll increase your funding, and build you a better car.” He offers, and she follows him out to the garage.

“Still don’t want a new car.” She says, but she drives him to the mall and lets him drag her from store to store. Nobody expects to see Tony Stark in sweatpants running around the mall with a random women. (Leading expert in her field, but people are dumb)

“Are you sure you don’t want a new car?” He asks, as he watches Steve get swarmed by a group of Veterans. 

“I’m sure.” She says, shoving him away. “I’m glad you won your dumb competition, but I have work to do.” 

“Good, an excuse to get back to the lab.” He says, smiling at her. He taps his ear piece. “J, tell Natasha I’m done.” 

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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GOT7 Reaction // When their s/o is cold in the middle of the night.

I have so many thoughts pop into my head right when I fall asleep and this was one of them. Enjoy! (´⌣`ʃƪ)


Jaebum

This one is so oblivious when it comes to girl’s needs. He’ll wake up wondering why you were tossing and turning in your sleep and notice that you took all the covers. Then he would cover you up with all the blankets and then he’ll fall back asleep with the thin sheet.

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

Youngjae

Youngjae is actually such a light sleeper. He would wake up instantly once he felt you tossing and turning. You were basically holding yourself because you were so cold so Youngjae went and got a few more blankets and covered you with them, and then held you so close to his chest.

Originally posted by markificent

Jinyoung

He was just trying to read a book and once he realized you were cold, he put his book down and went to go get some more blankets. He laid them out on you and tucked you in. He stared at how beautiful you were in your sleep, and kissed your forehead and continued reading his book.

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Mark

Mark woke up in the middle of the night to get some water and once he came back you had practically wrapped yourself in all the blankets. He smiled to himself and grabbed another blanket to wrap the two of you in. He held you so close to his chest and remembered that humans can share each other’s warmth!

Originally posted by j-miki

Jackson

He would wake up to the sound of you tossing and turning in the middle of the night. For one, he’d be a little annoyed for someone disturbing his sleep, but since it was you he didn’t care. The both of you intertwined your feet and yours were freezing so he rested his arm on your waist and nuzzled his head into your neck and went back to sleep.

Originally posted by jypnior

BamBam

BamBam is also so oblivious when it comes to girls. He would poke at your shoulder wondering why you were turning so much.

“I’m freezing bambam”

“Oh then come here”

He would pull your close and wrap his arm around you and rock you back to sleep. 

(Skin + Skin = Warmth!)

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom

Since Yugyeom is the maknae, he always has to ask the other members how to properly take care of a girl. He always wants to do his best so the two of you are happy at all times. He’d wake you up and ask why you’re moving so much.

“Babe what’s wrong you’re moving so much.”

Once you told him you’re freezing, he would immediately wrap himself around you and kiss you all over until you fell back asleep.

Originally posted by chattyang


This is so fluffy it’s too much for my heart to handle! (♡ >ω< ♡)

Don’t hesitate to request some stuff!

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Everything you need to know about Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812!

Lately I have been totally obsessed with a Broadway musical called Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. I finally convinced one of my best friends to take a listen to the soundtrack, but I wanted her to fully get a feel for the show before she did. It can be confusing, especially because it’s sung through (like Rent and Hamilton) and because it can be a struggle to grasp the musical concepts the first time you listen to it. So I figured I would post this so that anyone who wouldn’t have the chance to see the show or who didn’t have a ton of Broadway background knowledge would still be able to enjoy this soundtrack! 

Disclaimer: This post is going to be exactly the opposite of spoiler free. 

Why you should listen to Great Comet:

  • It had the most Tony nominations out of all of the Broadway shows this year (12!)
  • The director is a Jewish female.
  • Three women have played Natasha, all of whom are women of color.
  • The actors are all relatively new to Broadway— this is their big break, for many of them. And they kill it.
  • The ensemble won two awards for best ensemble, which isn’t surprising because the energy is insane. They got the ACCA Award for Outstanding Broadway Chorus, and the Chita Rivera Award for Dance and Choreography. 
  • It’s a weird, complex, smart, insane, energetic, fascinating piece of work.
  • This is a once-in-a-lifetime musical when you see it in person. The soundtrack gives you insight into why that is.
  • If you want to get a vibe for the energy and chaos and insanity, watch the Tony performance! “The Abduction” is featured in here, and it’s my favorite part of the musical. “Balaga” into “The Abduction” fucking slay.

The Set-Up:

Before we go into the plot, I’m going to tell you a little bit about the set-up of the show, because, honestly, the plot is the least important part, in my opinion.

When you walk into the theater, the first thing you hear is the strains of loud Russian music wafting towards you. Although the entire show doesn’t sound like this, it is really good at getting you into the mode of that classic Russian music. A lot of the exposition is written in that style. Personal character songs/moments are more stylistically pop, hip-hop, musical theater, soulful, etc.

Great Comet started off, essentially, as dinner theater. As such, the production is in the round. There’s audience members sitting in seats along the stage. They get to be up-close with the actors (sometimes the actors do interact with you, but it’s not cheesy, cross my heart. I hesitate to tell people that because they usually write it off immediately but TRUST ME, I’M INCREDIBLY JUDGEMENTAL. They don’t talk to you or anything, they just play off of your reactions at specific moments for comedy. Oh, and they yell at you in Russian if you’re filming them. Which… fair.) There’s also ten or so people sitting quite literally on stage at tables, in the midst of the action, as well as people sitting directly next to the pit, which is very small and visible in center stage.

Then you can sit in orchestra, mezzanine, and rear mezzanine. In orchestra, you have something like a catwalk curving through the audience. You will get people dancing right next to you all the time, followin’ dat yellow brick road. The distinction between the mezzanine and the rear mezzanine is that there’s a little, mini “stage” (more like a box) set up for the ensemble to dance on. They’re up there basically 75% of the show (as well as onstage. They’re all over the place all the time. Directing this musical must have been a goddamn nightmare.)

(Note: Any seat in the theater is partial view. You’re not going to be able to see the people on the catwalk from the rear mezzanine. You won’t be able to see the people dancing up on the rear mezzanine from the orchestra. It’s a trade off. Just for some perspective of the theater!)

Another beautiful thing about the theatre is the lights. They’re all around the entire auditorium, so no matter where you’re sitting, you’ll probably have these beautiful, small yellow lights next to you that look like stars. They move up and down (physically, not in brightness, although obviously that happens too) throughout the show, so that sometimes you feel like you’re standing out in the night with the characters, looking up at the stars that they are gazing at.

A really cool, small touch is that there are little round tables with these lovely purple lamps on them that glow up and down with the lighting. Which, by the way, is tremendous. The lighting design is ridiculous. But so is the set design! There’s little posters of Russian historical figures all around the theater. 

The Pit:

Remember how I said the pit appears to be small? The reason for that is threefold:

  1. Actors frequently play instruments. You’ll see an ensemble member in combat boots, a plaid skirt, a tight jacket, and a giant-ass clarinet. Anatole plays the violin. You’ll also see cast members coming out to beat a drum or something to that effect. (The show is super meta, but we’ll get to that later.)
  2. The pit also has to be small because Pierre spends most of the show chilling down there, reading his books at his desk. Sometimes he plays the piano or the accordion or little symbols or, you know, a little bell. He’s just chilling. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  3. I have slightly lied to you because technically the pit is NOT that small— it’s just that not everybody can always see them because the musicians are spread around the theater. When they were in rehearsals, the director and music director and writer of the show sat all around the theater to listen and found that spreading the orchestra around the theater meant that each person sort of heard something unique. Obviously when you’re in the rear mezzanine, you’ve got musicians that are closer to you than the people sitting orchestra do, a vice versa. Therefore, you hear the arrangements differently. It’s very beautiful.

Plot:

Now that that’s out of the way.

Great Comet actually has very little to do with the actual comet (sorry, science nerds.) Actually, the part of the title that you want to pay attention to is the names at the top— Natasha and Pierre. Spoilers: these characters actually don’t interact in the context of the show until the second to last scene. But they symbolize enormous turning points in each other’s lives, which is why I think they’re the title. Natasha is the start of the show (she’s the first character you’re introduced to.) She is also the start of Pierre’s ending shifting into something new. Which I’m not going into right now, but just know that the fate of Pierre’s heart is tied to Natasha’s heart.

Natasha is a young girl visiting her godmother in the wildly social site of Moscow, Russia during the war. She and her cousin are staying with Marya D. while they wait for their fiancés to return from aforementioned war. Over the course of the story, Natasha (naïve, innocent, lovely Natasha) becomes seduced by both the Russian society and by its most handsome playboy— Anatole.

Antonole is like… he’s like a 19th Century Russian fuckboi. He’s like… oh my god, he’s 19th century Chuck Bass. Natasha is season one Jenny. Sonya is Vanessa. Helene is Blair. PIERRE IS BLAIR’S SHORT JEWISH STEP-DAD. This is an amazing analogy.

Characters

Now that you have some backstory, let’s talk about the characters! Most of what you need to know about them can be found in the first song— the prologue (or, for the full version without acting): This is all in your program, you are at the opera. Gonna have to study up a little bit if you wanna keep with the plot. Cuz it’s a complicated Russian novel, everybody’s got nine different names. So look it up in your program, we appreciate it, thanks a lot.

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new; dom!evan x reader smut

request;  I know you are writing a Connor smut right now so I Don’t want to bother you but, can I request a Dom!Evan Smut where Jared is jokingly flirting with the reader and Evan gets jelly so he just, grabs the reader into the janitors closet and starts making out and fingering them and with Lust in his eyes looks straight in the reader straight in her eyes and licks his fingers off. Then the reader is really turned on to the rest of the day… (there’s more)

OKAy here you go,, i dunno how to preface this

its an fem!reader

word count; 1733

TWs: DADDY KINK, LOTS OF KINK, lowkey orgasm denial, dom!evan, yeah, lemme know if i gotta tag anything else


You should’ve known that flirting with Jared was a bad idea, even it was as a joke.

Sure, you never could’ve guessed what would happen because of it, but it was still never a good idea in the first place.

It’s not like it was completely your fault though, Jared had been the one to initiate it in the first place.

 He had first come up and sat next to you at lunch, which prompted you to raise your eyebrows at him. He almost never sat next to you.

“Heyooo, y/n.” He nudged you, and you could already tell that he was planning something. A few seconds later Evan approached and sat on your other side, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “Hi, babe.” You beamed, turning away from Jared. “Wow, you don’t say hi back to me, but you say hi to him?” Jared frowned. You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Hi, Jared.” You said sweetly, grabbing Evan’s hand.

“Y’know, Evan, you’re a lucky guy.” Jared commented. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Dawww, thanks.” You replied. “No, I mean it. I mean, god damn,  y/n. If you weren’t dating my best friend…” he trailed off and looked you up and down. “You know what I mean.”

You felt Evan squeeze your hand a bit tighter then usual.

Zoe sat across from the three of you, sensing the tension.

“Whatcha guys up to?” She asked, popping a chip into her mouth. “I’m just talking about how I’d hit that if y/n wasn’t dating Evan.” Jared said before anyone else could get a word in. You sighed.

“Look, Jared, I appreciate the offer. I really do.. but,” you paused. “Yeah no, that’s it. I appreciate the offer Maybe I’ll have to uhh take you up on it sometime.” You shot him an exaggerated wink. Zoe laughed a bit, shaking her head.

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💋Come Play with me Daddy (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  can you write an imagine where Ethan is playing video games but he’s so distracted that he doesn’t listen to you when you try to get his attention so the reader teases him by calling him daddy (because he has a major daddy kink in the imagine) and straddling his lap?? i LOVE your blog and your imagines :)AND Would it be weird if I asked you to do an imagine about Ethan making you use vibrating panties in public an teasing you all night and then he goes all daddy af at home?

Warnings: Daddy Kink/Dirty talk/Smut

A/N: Kinda switched it up a bit, but I hope you still enjoy! The gif is my reaction after writing

Originally posted by dolantwinsgifs

“Ethan!” I whined as my boyfriend continued to play his games. I was here to hang out with my boyfriend. Not watch him play video games. “Ethan I’m bored. Let’s go get ice cream or get Chinese food.” I complained as I opened up my snapchat. Ethan didn’t say anything which was really making my blood oil. I was irritated with him and hungry. Just then I knew what would catch his attention. I ran out of his room and looked around for Gray. When I noticed he wasn’t in the warehouse an idea popped into my head. I walked back into Ethan’s room and I shut the door. I slip my shirt over my head and I pulled my shorts down so I was just in my bra and underwear. I giggled silently to myself as I tiptoed behind Ethan. I started to lightly massage his shoulders which he let out a soft moan.

“Not now babe.” He said which made me pout. A smile peered across my face as I walked next to him. His eyes were basically glued to the screen. I needed to catch his attention, and I only knew of one way. I started to unzip his jeans which he tried to stop me at first, then he saw what I was wearing.

“I wanna play daddy.” I smirked to myself since I knew how Daddy affected him. I could see that his jeans were beginning to pop up as he was hardening. I straddled myself on his lap as he kept trying to play his game.

“Y/N you’re going to get it when I finish this round.” He growled, but I smirked. I was okay with getting what he would bring, because I knew whatever it was, it would be great. I started to kiss on his neck, but he stopped me. “I bought you a new pair of underwear since I ripped your last pair. They are in my top drawer. Go put them on.” Ethan said which I smiled. I got off of his lap and ran to his dresser. I opened the first drawer and digged around until I saw a black lacey thong.

“Ethan these are so cute!” I exclaimed. “Do you want to watch me change into them?” I smirked and so did Ethan.

“Of course baby.” He cooed which made me smile. I slowly pulled my red underwear off and I slid the black ones on. I looked up and slowly spun around while I saw Ethan admiring me. “Lie down baby girl. Daddy will be there to take care of you in a second.” Ethan smirked as I saw he was palming himself. I smirked knowing I caused him to get that hard. I climbed on his bed as I saw he was still in his computer chair, but his pants were pulled down to his ankles.

“Eth-E.” I moaned as I felt a vibrating sensation in my underwear. I had to catch my breath. “What–” He cut me off as he turned around. I saw he was jerking himself off with one hand as the other was on his phone.

“I got these panties from Adam and Eve’s. How do they feel?” He asked a little breathless. “Do they make you feel good? Or does Daddy’s cock feel better?” Ethan growled as I moaned. I noticed my hips were moving at the pace of the underwear which drove me crazy. “I told you to wait and you didn’t want to listen. Now look at what I have to do. I have to make myself cum while you watch.” Ethan smirked as he continued to jerk himself off.

“Mmmmm Y/N fuck.” Ethan growled which made me moan. “Mmm I bet you’re soaking aren’t you?” He asked and I nodded. I stuck my finger inside, but Ethan pressed a button on his phone to where the vibrating stopped. “No baby girl. You c-can’t do that.” Ethan grunted to which I groaned.

“Daddy please. Just fuck me.” I whined, but he was determined to make me watch him cum while he teased the shit out of him. He started to pump himself faster which made me wetter. “Ethan.” I moaned.

“Mmmmm baby girl I bet you’re soaking your brand new panties. Are you thinking about daddy and what daddy does to you? Are you thinking about when daddy fucks you so hard while your face is in the pillow to muffle your moaning so your parents don’t hear us? Or whenever I finger you while we are out in public and you’re worried about Gray seeing us? Or how about when I’m eating you out? Sucking on your sweet clit until you cum all over my tongue and I lick up all of your juices?” Ethan teased in his dark and lust filled voice.

“Fuck daddy.” Just then I felt Ethan jump on top of me as he pulled my new underwear off of me.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“Fuck baby girl you make me so hard. I’m going to fill you up with Daddy’s cum okay?” He warned as he slammed his hard dick inside of me.

“Fuck daddy you feel so good. Oh fuck me harder.” I grinded my hips as he slammed into me over and over again. I dug my nails into his shoulder which made me moan loud.

“Fuck baby I’m about to–” Before he could finish I felt him fill me up with his cum to which my orgasm soon followed. We were both panting as he rolled over next to me on the bed. He kissed my temple to which I giggled.

“That was hot.” I chuckled which he just rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a tease sometimes I swear.” He chuckled as he looked at the screen of his computer. “I’m going to play video games more often if this is a thing we are doing now.” Ethan chuckled which made me roll my eyes again as I chuckled too.

BASS & BUBBLEGUM [POPSTAR!Y/N AU] - PART THREE

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parts; (one) (two) (three) (four) (five) (six)



summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.

word count: 1,957

warnings: mentions of drugs and stuff

author’s note: oops i totally had writers block for like six months uhhh (also how do u make proper endings?? i am clueless)(ya girl also didn’t proofread so if i have any mistake i’m sorry but i’m probably too lazy to correct it)


“You’re angry.” Calum stated once the both of you re-enter his car. His voice wasn’t careful, like he didn’t care about the 7 photographers that just swarmed the both of you all the way to his car. At most times, when you look at Calum Hood through a screen, you’ll see a shy and timid boy; that’s why you never expected him to act like a total asshole towards you. You’ve never really met the guy but you did like his music, though you weren’t as vocal about it. “You’re really angry.” His obnoxious tone showed that he cared no more than a speck of dust, but it bothered you to the bone.

You didn’t make a sound as he said those sentences, but you only looked at him with a blank expression on your face before looking out the car window. You felt relieved when he started the engine, indicating that this stunt would be over with, at least for the day.

“You know,” Calum started, his eyes still trained at the road as his left hand pressed a button to let the window on the driver’s side down. “It might be a little unprofessional to call my co-workers cute,” His left hand replaced the right one that was resting on the steering wheel as it opened the glove compartment to grab onto a box of smokes. “But you’re pretty cute when you’re angry.” Calum’s compliment, rather than making you blush, just made the blood in your veins boil a little faster.

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anonymous asked:

How about Tim adapting from being the youngest to Damian's older brother?

This got a little out of hand… and it’s basically just Tim angsting over being a terrible brother and not knowing what he’s doing wrong. Hint: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but Timmy is nothing if not hard on himself. Anyway. Enjoy :)

He likes to think the whole process would be a lot easier if the brat wasn’t so annoying and obnoxious and rude and insufferable and-  and- Damian

Jason insisting on calling him “babybird” certainly doesn’t help though. How is he supposed to feel like an older brother when he’s still treated like a little kid? He’s seventeen, for god’s sake, eighteen in just a few months. He’s practically an adult.

(The real problem, he knows, deep down where he doesn’t have to think about his neglected childhood, is that growing up an only child never prepared him for how to deal with younger siblings. All his time that wasn’t spent alone was spend in the presence of people older than him; nannies, his parents, his parents’ friends, his parents’ business associates, teachers, tutors, classmates. Even when he became Robin, he was still the youngest.)

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The Council: Chapter 4 [The Face]

Originally posted by timetoemptythetrash

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“Who are you and why are you in my bed?” you demand, looking at this divine stranger in horror.

He laughs louder now, studying your expression while he stretches and arm behind his head.

“I’m Mark. And not that I’m complaining, but I could ask you the same questions, gorgeous”.


Shit. Mark.

Nothing like what you expected, he quite literally takes your breath away.

The lean lines of his body are illuminated by the moon currently shining through the balcony window and for a moment you actually believe he might be some sort of angel.

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Merry Christmas, @omghoechlinplease!

It’s a quiet day– the best kind of day as far as Derek’s concerned. He’s settled on the couch, knee deep in the first half of next week’s required reading. His face is just barely out of range of a ray of sunlight that’s been steadily creeping across his living room floor towards him. In about twenty minutes that’ll become a problem, but for now?

Bliss.

The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door–

–and the world spins–

–and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

“Uh,” he croaks, hands twitching upwards on reflex, when someone captures his wrist in a vice grip and yanks. A rough voice shouts get down, dumbass! and he follows obediently, more out of shock than anything else. He folds his legs under him and throws himself to the ground behind some waist-high metal container, biting back a curse when he hits concrete elbow-first.

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Not in Love 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: After crushing Steve’s heart, you realized you may love him more than you thought.

Word Count: 2,267 (takes time to fix angst)

Warnings: Angst, Language, Fluff

A/N: You asked for part 2 so TADAA and Happy Christmas Eve Eve! With all the cheese in this one, you can make a fondue for two… Hope this fixes your hearts ♥ Read Part 1 here

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Avoiding Steve was easier than you thought it would be. He worked day shift and you worked night shift so you basically never saw each other. But you missed him. A lot. You just wanted to know he was still around, but it was as if he had disappeared forever.

And it was fine, it was what you wanted. You didn’t love him back.

Three weeks after your last conversation with Steve, you saw him with Sharon. They were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing heartily. You couldn’t control yourself, your hands curled into fists.

When you noticed how your body reacted to what seemed like a romantic lunch date, you hurried back to your room and stayed under the covers until your shift started.

“It’s weird. I mean she’s related to Peggy.” You told Natasha as you walked to the training room.

“Y/n,” She sighed out loud. “You’ve been talking about Sharon and Steve for days now.”

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Mad Love #2 - Request

Requested by @sexy-bookworm-fangirl:  Being Sherlock’s twin sister (basically the kinder and more sassy version of him), and Moriarty falls hard for Reader. Like, his breath is quick, he can’t think, and he stutters around Reader. Reader falls for him, and Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Lestrade (your boss/bestest friend in the world) get protective of Reader
Sequel and Smut requested by multiple anons.

Pairing: Moriarty x reader

Word count: 3.609

Warnings: Smut - rough, unprotected, violent, oral (male receiving).

A/N: Yes, I based this on Vanessa Ives and Dorian Gray (Penny Dreadful); No, I’m not slightly sorry.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by alksontini

|Part 1|

“(Y/N), my love, my princess…” Moriarty chanted in a whisper, “Escape with me. Let’s burn their hearts together; please, let me live by your side in the darkness in which we shall hide.”

“Jim, such a romantic.” She giggled.

“I’m serious,” he stated as his eyes widened exposing his maniac thoughts, “escape with me, (Y/N).”

“Where would we go that neither Mycroft nor Sherlock can find us in?” She asked.

“That is my point, exactly. We don’t have to find a place where they can’t find us, but rather a place where they will find us so they will not look there.” Jim cheered like a little boy talking about their favourite toy.

“Makes sense…” She mumbled.

“Then let us escape now.” Jim whispered,

“Right now?” She inquired.

“YES.”

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Torn (Seth Rollins x Reader) Part 2/2

Part 1

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A/N: Hey babes! This took me way longer than expected, and it is WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED. But oh well. This is the second and last part of this fic, and I sure hope it lives up to the reaction I got from the first one (crossing my fingers). Leave me a comment if you did enjoy it, I loooooove them so much I cry. Also, sorry if I forget to tag anyone, I’m really bad at it. Hit me up if you want to be part of my tag list though!

Also, the gif I used is kind of misleading, even if there is smut. It’s just way fluffy. I just… the gif… I… yeah.

Warnings: Swearing and fluffy smut.

Word count: 7356 (oops)

Tags: @hardcorewwetrash @imagines–assemble @imagineall-the-fandoms @insearchofsunlight @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @littlemissava13 @nuroxic @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @alexispoo @taryndbiase @ehvil7 @shadow-of-wonder @ringsidexdreaming @wrestlewriting

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Originally posted by thearchitectwwe


Do you sometimes get the feeling you’re always coming back to the same place? You’ll think you’re moving forward, but really you’re going in circles, bringing yourself back over and over again. It can be frustrating, but I think, sometimes, it’s the universe giving you a second chance. Maybe, just maybe, it’s telling you to get back to the beginning to look for a better end.

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