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beginner’s guide to horror movies

Okay, so you’ve seen a few scary movies and enjoyed them, and now you’re looking to expand your horror prowess. Maybe you’ve been reading/listening to a lot of creepypasta, and you feel like you’re ready to take the plunge. Or maybe you just have a feeling that you’d like horror, but have no idea where to start. 

I’ve been a huge fan of all things creepy and scary for years. I was just reading an article called, “Horror Gems You Haven’t Seen Yet” and realized that I actually had seen almost every film on the list, so I guess that makes me an expert. So, my new baby horror fans, allow me to introduce you to the genre.


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That’s my girl- Klaus Mikaelson

Request: ‘I’m totally feeling that Klaus love, so I’ll send in a request. (I just started following you but I love your writing). How about where Klaus was was taking you to some of his old homes in Europe and an old enemy comes into play. And then you are able to outsmart them after they take you. Klaus sees this just as he’s coming to save you and has a total “that’s my girl” moment.’ // thank you for the sweet comment about my writing, love xx

prompt: You and Klaus go on vacation in England when you get kidnapped while Klaus was showering. You’re being held by an old enemy of Klaus but as he comes to your rescue, you already beat them up and are ready to escape.

WARNINGS: Y/N being a badass and killing some rude vampires

pairing: klaus x reader

A/N: hope you like it, I’m working on other requests right now xx

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London. You wanted to get to London ever since you could think of places to travel. London just was so full of amazing things to see and also a british accent never failed to amaze you.

And when you met Klaus and immediately fell in love with his thick british accent, this culture amazed you even more. It had taken a long time for Klaus and you to get together. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love, though. But as you got to know Klaus you also knew why it was so hard for him to let people in. But now, the two of you finally were together and made each other as happy as you had never been before.

This week, Klaus had decided to take you away from New Orleans, where the both of you currently lived with the rest of his family, to travel to England with you. He had booked a nice hotel where you’d be staying in. Right now, you looked out of the window onto the rainy streets of London and sighed in satisfaction. You had never travelled further than New York with Klaus and being so far away from everything you were used to with the love of your life was quite relaxing.

You felt Klaus’ arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his chin was soon placed on your shoulder. “Enjoying the view, love?”, he asked quietly and placed a kiss onto your neck. You hummed in response and truned in his grip. A towel was wrapped around his torso. “But I’m loving this view.”, you grinned and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He wrapped his arms around you and your arms were wrapped together behind his neck.

But Klaus broke the kiss soon enough and you pouted in response. “Patient, love. You’ll be getting all you want of me in the evening, but I have to shower first.” he explained and pecked your lips only for a second. “Alright, but hurry. I also want to explore a little bit of this city.”, you exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom.

Klaus was only in the bathroom for about a minute when you heard a knock on the door. You got up and opened it, thinking it was someone who brought you food. You were wrong. You were surprised by two men standing in front of you, both wearing black suits. Before you could even think about what was going on, one of them injected you something. Due to you immediately passing out, you considered it was vervain.


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  • Jack: hey bittle, some of the guys are coming over later
  • Bitty: oh no you don't, Jack Zimmermann, last time you said "a friend" was coming over I stood there at the door gaping like a fish at Sidney Crosby
  • Bitty: for five minutes!
  • Bitty: you give me their names so I can at least TRY not to make a fool of myself in front of the entire Canadian Olympic hockey team or something
  • Jack:
  • Bitty: oh my God it's the entire Canadian hockey team, isn't it?
  • Jack: well not the ENTIRE team, no.
Birthday Princess

Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery ‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.

After straining my neck to check the entrance of the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over the loud music.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly while gesturing to my half empty water.

My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my friends’ group chat.

Sent at 8:43pm

1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought

Sent at 8:44pm

2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.

“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I said standing from my seat.

“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.

“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar counter.

I followed his trail and answered with evident irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this evening.”

“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy birthday girl.”

“And why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to become your new favorite barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”

A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous man in front of me.

“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”

“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let you go home,” he smiled walking away.

“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.

“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just hopeful.”


Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the bar.

“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter, “what’s our verdict?”

“Well seeing as you made such an appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.

“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get this party started.”

With that, Ashton led me out of the club and towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button, bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.

“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged and replied opening the passenger door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her feet all night now, can I?”

“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.

Ashton entered on his side of the car and strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark, Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with nightlife.


My eyes scanned the various strings of bright lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop. Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall - with an icy glare.

“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a brief hug and fell into small talk.

“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.

“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton said gesturing to me.

I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is a friend of mine.”

“Do you think you can let us in? I want to introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.

“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look towards us.

Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards me to whisper, “Just go with it.”

Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was referring to, Sam started shouting.

“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”

“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.

While the people waiting in line hooted their agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,” with a thumbs-up.

I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.

“Ash is that you?” He called out.

“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I asked Ashton with a smirk.

“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged the man at the bar.

“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”

“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.

“Well he brought you to the right place,” he said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds are on me!”

“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton said waving his hands.

“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage to start the night.

My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”

“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.

I took the plastic tiara off of my head and placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.

Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.

“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the beverage.

“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine, but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.

“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish, princess.”

Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like Christmas.”

“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and I whoop in response.


“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.

“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.

Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.

As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either, so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he got a lot smoother in his movements. 

It was when Ashton began body rolling that a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still close in each other’s arms.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.


“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head back.

“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally satisfied.

The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.

“It’s even better than the first one!” He shouted with a mouthful.

I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping fries into his shake.

And laughed at his boasting and waved away the few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.

“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said giggling himself.

“Because you have really deep dimples so your smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him blush further.

“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.

I removed his hands from his face and kissed his cheek, making his laughter falter.

“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug, “Right back at ya, birthday princess.”

Wings: Preen

Request: I am absolutely in love with anything having to do with the reader’s ability to see Gabe’s wings (aka soulmate fics!) Would you maybe consider doing a Winchester!reader fic like that?

A/N: I’ve read a lot of these, so I decided to take a different approach. There will be a part two!

Author: Holly

Warnings: Light swearing

Characters: Y/N, Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 2,371

Y/N = Your Name

Part One: Preen

            Your twin brother Adam grew up with you in Michigan, and you only saw your father once a year – twice, if you were incredibly lucky. As you grew up, you stayed close out of concern for the increasingly-erratic behavior of your mother. You made plans to meet up again and take time off to stay with her.

            You never saw either of them again, because by the time you had returned to your hometown, your mother and brother had both been eaten alive by ghouls. Sam and Dean pulled you out of the infested house in the nick of time, and since then, you traveled with them. Your hunting, however, left some to be desired – you hadn’t had your entire life to practice.

            The desire to keep you alive was what made them relax their anti-archangel rules in a special exception for Gabriel. The archangel would ride with you on long trips in the Impala on occasion, and he would pop in for at least a quick minute once you’d found a hotel. You’d text and he’d send you photographs of the most beautiful places in the world that you wished you had the money and the safety to go see.

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Sleeping beauty and the space prince. (Saeyoung/MC fanfic)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Saeyoung/MC -you
Rating : M
Summary: Mc pretends to be asleep, while sunbathing naked~ but Saeyoung is a genius and notices everything.

Author’s Notes: This is my first published fanfiction and it’s smut..~ ha.
I apologize for any grammar mistakes or weird parts. I promise to get better and improve myself! Hope you like it none the less! (●´ω`●)

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Unexplainably hot, that was all I felt. The heat coming through every crevice of the apartment. No fan, no coolers, just the heat radiating on me. My body was quickly covered in sweat and now was beginning to be all sticky and gross, the heat was unbearable, yet I had no desire to move from the puddle of sweat on the ground, that I was laying in. All that could be heard was a »tapa – tapa -tapa« from the keyboard on which, he typed on, and the cicadas who did not help with the heat, but made it feel much more unbearable.

I decided then and there, even if my boyfriend was working, that I should just undress. He saw me naked a couple of times and he never complained.
Abruptly I stood up, feeling the dizziness which I tried to ignore. I took a towel from my drawer, layed it in front the window and took of my clothes painfully slowly. Since I WAS trying to get the attention of someone quite special. He did have a way of forgetting that I was there, sadly enough I got used to it. But at times, there were moments were I wanted and needed him.

So I sunbathed completely naked. After a few minutes nothing, I almost fell asleep. Then I turned around laying on my back and facing the ceiling. I stretched out my hands and legs. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of eyes wandering from my head to my toes. Was it the slight mewl, that came out of me, or was it because of the stretching that made him perk up? Does it matter though? A slight smirk came across my face. Did it work? Is he finally going to give me some attention?

My plan was in order, I should pretend to be asleep. Some shuffling was heard, a small groan and I felt him sit next to me. A hand was hovering dangerously close to my breasts and it took me all of my strength to pretend to be asleep. He let out a sigh and gulped. Surprisingly before he did anything he said very silently, “It is your fault for being so defenseless, Mc.”

Softly and almost painfully slow he grazed my breast with his hand, he did not use his whole palm, no he only used two fingers to gently draw circles on my skin. Slowly they went over my breast, on the sides of my stomach and to the other side. His breathing was uneven and his touch was no longer careful. The soft and caring touch, made me shiver and I felt a soft blush spreading on my cheeks. Suddenly, I felt him straddling me, but he did it with utmost care. I felt a soft fabric being tied on my wrist and my hands were now positioned above my head. Slowly he came closer to my face. His forehead was now touching mine, he sighed at that point, kissing my cheek and stopping near my ear.

In a husky tone filled with lust he whispered in my ear: “I know you’re just pretending Mc~. You can’t fool me.” I felt my cheeks burn, because he suddenly noticed my act, I decided to still have my eyes closed. “Hmm…” he hummed and went off of me. The air was hot, not because it was summer but it was the tension, that made the temperature go higher.

What was his next move, which he would make? Would he just let me lay on the ground with my wrists tied together? A sudden mistake - I winced in annoyance at that thought, hopefully he wouldn’t notice my writhing. But this mistake gave me the answer to my question.

My legs were gently spread apart and I shuddered as I felt the cold air that he blew on my sex. My knees grew weak and my mind was beginning to blur. I mewled out his name, but his cooing words stopped me. “A, a, a. You wanted to deceive me, but now it’s my turn to play with you.”

He usually wasn’t like this, this commanding, this demanding. But I liked it. I slowly opened my eyes and saw his fiery red hair, his golden eyes staring at me, and that sly grin on his face. “So the sleeping beauty has decided to wake up, eh?”  He winked and bit on his lips. “You know, I am not angry that you pretended to be sleeping, if you wanted me so badly, you just could have asked. Since I am your hero. But now you have to be punished” He chuckled at that and honestly, I could tell that he had a hard time staying in character, but he somehow made it.

His head suddenly went down to my stomach “Such a cutie.” He said in a husky tone. He licked the sides of my waist, nibbling on them in between. Then he kissed my belly button, looked up at me, asking me with his eyes if he can continue. I quickly nodded, this pace was making me go crazy, the haze in my mind, the feeling of want and the heat that spread through my stomach all over my body, made me go crazy. “Please, Saeyoung, please, you are taking too long.” He smirked at that and his eyes became darker, he grabbed my waist pulled me closer and dove right in.

His tongue licked my thighs, his teeth nibbled on my skin. Then the other thigh, which he slowly licked with his tongue. Painfully slow, he came closer to the center, yet he only kissed it all around. It felt good, but didn’t satisfy me enough. I moved my hands trying to push him near the part I wanted him to touch. I just wanted him to release me from this agony, my body writhed against him, I tried buckling my hips but he pushed me down.

His hand then stroked me, at first slowly, then in a circular motion. “Was this what you wanted?”  He continued to stroke me and pushed one finger inside of me “Tell me, is this enough?” His finger was in me, I could feel myself clenching his finger. It wasn’t enough. He ignored my mewls and my cries for more. His face was now in front of me, while his finger was still being pushed in and out. “So, so wet, wet for me? Answer me, what do you want?” Slowly I opened my eyes, a few tears welled up from the lust “I want you, pl-please give me more, Saeyoung!”

A smile, that suited him the best and one cute “Okay!” later and his head was again positioned in between my legs, he grinned and in an instant his tongue lapped over my pussy , he licked from the bottom all the way to the small button. A few licks, up and down – he then swirled his tongue in an 8 pattern. I squirmed, buckled my knees, tried to be calm but all I felt was electricity spread through my body, his soft wet tongue against me felt like heaven.
But I needed more. As though he heard me, he pushed two fingers in me and pumped. His pumping started from slow and careful, to deep and slightly faster. “Ah, you taste better than Honey Buddha and Dr. Pepper combined.” He teased in between his licking.
He took his time eating me out, he enjoyed it, his moans and his strong grip on my thighs were the evidence.  His licks were sloppy and frantic, but so, so needy. As I felt how much he loved pleasuring me, as he loved the taste of me my hips buckled up, my wrists and my feet were jerking. All that could be heard, were his moans and my frantic gasps.

It felt like he would never stop, then I felt, something warm building up inside of me. But it was frightening, I didn’t dare to let it out. “Sweetie let it out, come for me.” He desperately pleaded, in between his licking and sucking. I looked down and all I saw were his golden eyes, there between me, lovingly gazing up at me. His eyes did it, the buildup in me, was released and I felt the time slowing down.  
I moaned out his name, with the last strength I had in me and the world stopped spinning. As I opened my eyes I saw white lights and him above me. He smiled down at me, he unfastened my wrists and laid near me. Then a soft kiss on my cheek and his sweet smile were the sweetest gift from him.

“Good punishment?” He purred at me.

“The best” I said breathlessly and at that I wrapped my arms around him, kissed his lips and looked up at him “But what about you?”
A big grin appeared on his face and he kissed my forehead “Next time, I will be the sleeping beauty and you can play with me, my space princess. Now just rest in my arms.”

At that I nuzzled against the crook of his neck and breathed in his sweet scent. The heat no longer bothered me, I had all I needed - my space prince safe in my arms.

[cont] She uses her feminism to call out the media of her portrayal of her but nothing else. And that’s pretty hypocrite to me cause she created this image herself. On her first self-titled album booklet there’s the message on her thanks that says “to all the boys who thought it would be cool to break my heart here are 14 songs about you HA”. On her Fearless tour she said “I wrote this song about a guy who made the decision to cheat on me and he shouldn’t have cause I write songs” and had this projection of her being this serial dater for music material. You know, the one she had Tim McGraw do a cameo and she says to the cameras that the new guys name is great cause it rhymes with many things. Then her SNL monologue where she says “I like to write songs about douchebags who cheat on me” I know this were supposed to be funny but she played herself. No one said anything about her being a serial dater then, it actually started right after she started portraying herself like that. Then she grew up, matured and decided/realized how poor that was and that she didn’t like it so she started blaming it on the media and labeled it as “sexist”, which is not. Is not about a gender thing, is a Taylor thing. No other artist, male or female gets dragged like her and that’s because of how much of a circus she’s made about her love life with the name game she claims to hate but encourages with the secret messages and “symbolism” in her music videos, like using an airplane necklace on OOTW that she throws away, or the ship tattoo on IKYWT for Harry, and the stupid British accent thing… and, again: that SNL monologue song where she actually dragged Joe Jonas.When she got asked on an interview about what her squad talked about she said “we address feminist issues, we say things like «why is it that when a man has a lots of lovers he’s cool and empowering but if a woman does it she’s a slut?»” you know who gets dragged in her squad for this? The only person in her squad to whom this is applicable is HERSELF! Of all the “feminist” issues they “talk about” she chose the one who applies herself to bring up. It seems like she uses every opportunity to remind people how misjudged she is by the media with feminism as her back-up. Like, yeah, I support you there: you’re given more shit than you deserve but please, stop playing the victim and own to your faults.I think she’s conceited and tries too hard to keep her image “clean” and rarely talks about things that don’t have to do with her regarding feminism. I wished she stopped calling herself that because she’s not. Or if she plans on continuing this she should at least educate herself on it more so she can actually be an advocate.

Make Sure To Be Bored More Often ~ Harry Styles Smut

Warning Smut

This is my first smut so bare with me and REQUESTS ARE OPEN so go ahead and request anything you want.  Feedback is great so please do sent some either on this or over ask/message.  I hope you enjoy



You were bored.  Beyond bored you were so close to going out of your mind.  Harry had just come back from a meeting which he had been at all day while you lay there watching reruns of Once Upon a Time, which has been your addiction since Harry had come back from America and had introduced you to it.  The whole fact it was based off Disney characters and other fictional childhood favourites made your day.  But, again after watching 10 episodes none stop even this began to bore you.  So, an idea came to your mind.  Harry’s fans adored you considering you were the only girl out there that had not broken his heart or used him for fame like a lot of his past girlfriends.  Following this you had a few followers of your own which lead to you doing what you did next.

It was 9 in the afternoon and considering Harry was in the bath relaxing after the day he’s had you decided open yourself to have a live stream.  Thinking that the fans would be able to keep you company while your boyfriend was busy was probably the best idea you had, had.  So, tweeting out on your phone that you were going to have a livestream in 10 minutes you then made your way up to your bedroom to get your laptop and set it up on your counter in the kitchen. Loading up twitter your livestream began and quickly your views went into the thousands.  

“Hi everyone” you laughed as the views increased every second.  “Okay I am going to try my best to look at everything you are sending to me but this is going a lot faster than I thought it would so it may take me some time, and I am sorry if I do not read your question as there are a lot of you.”  You hated letting them down, knowing that you used to be exactly like them when their tweet may not get answered by their favourite.  “Ah okay I have a question here from Alexa.  Lovely name by the way!  How’s your day been?”  you read out what was tweeted to you seconds ago.  “I am doing very well thank you just waiting for Harry to finish up in the bathroom so we can watch a movie, tonight we have decided on Space Between Us, my friends will not shut up about it so I think it’s time for me to finally give in and watch it.  Of course, I am dragging Harry into watching with me!”  Your happiness grew by the second, and honestly you were so glad that you had decided to do this.

Around an hour had passed and you decided to end the stream and go and check where Harry was you were beginning to miss him. “Okay guys, I think this is going to be the end of the live stream.  Thank you so much for tuning in and I hope you have a lovely night and I will hopefully do another one of these again soon with Harry maybe next time.  Good Night guys.”  You smiled at the camera before ending the livestream all together and turning your laptop off.  Just as you were about to call Harry’s name he came down the stairs with a few blankets and the movie you brought earlier this week.  As soon as he saw you his face lit up like it always did when he looked at you.

“Loved the live stream babe” Harry said while coming over to you and giving you a peck on the lips.  

“You watched, you could have come down and joined in.  You should have seen how many people thought I was joking when I said I was living with you. Next well have people saying were broken up” I joked even though I know there will be at least one person who says that.

“Sure, they will baby girl.  Anyway, will join you next time I was just taking care of something that would not be very PG for the livestream” Harry winked at you while his hand was down his joggers indicating to you what he meant.  You almost chocked on your own spit when that came out of his mouth.  You were slightly annoyed though it had been weeks since you two had had sex considering how busy he has been with his album, then interviews and traveling around American for a brief time.  This then meaning by the time he got home he was too tiered or “we’ll have sex tomorrow I swear” which never came.  But, you just rolled your eyes.  You needed tonight to be the night that the dry spell ended finally.  But, he was not going to get it that easily, of course a little teasing had to be in play.  

So, you went and got everything organised for tonight you put the pillows where you live them and what would be best comfortable for you and Harry and then got the blankets.  You hated England weather ever since Harry had come back from LA and had told you how perfect it was there.  It had been so hot the past few days, you literally could not sleep without a fan, now I had to go out with a coat on because it was too cold out.  How that happened i will never know.

You then went and put in the movie, you were so excited about watching this movie.  You had seen the trailer and almost cried from just that now having the movie you made sure to stock up on tissues.  You made yourself comfortable and then Harry made his way into the living room with just his joggers on.  How is this boy walking round like that when its 6 degrees out I will never know, but you were not going to complain?  He made his way to you so you could snuggle into him when you watch the movie. This was the one thing you loved most about watching movies with Harry and that was just being able to have him there to hold and having him stroke your back was pure bliss.

The movie was around half way through when you started your master plan, you were loving this movie so far but having Harry next to you shirtless was enough to drive any girl insane.  “Babe I am just going to go and get changed I am a little too warm in my jumper” you said innocently messing with your jumper sleeves trying to act as though you were too warm.  

“Do you want me to pause it?”  Harry asked as you made your way out of the room and towards your shared bedroom.  

“No, its fine ill only be a second” you admitted while rushing off to get changed into something you knew would fluster Harry just the slightest.  You did not want this to make him want to rip your clothes off but you also did not want him not to be a little flustered.  You changed your jumper for a tank top and made sure to take your bra off so your boobs were fully ready to be exposed and correct by Harry’s tender touch. You then put on some female boxer briefs so they were a little shorter than your PJ shorts and they made your bum look incredible.  You made your way back into the living room making sure to bend over just before you sat down to pick your phone up off the table, this receiving a sigh from behind you.  

You then straddled over Harry to get over your side of the sofa. “What are you doing Y/N, how can it take you this long to get back next to me” Harry began to stretch out as soon as you lay down again making sure to have your boobs level with his face.  

“I was just getting something sorry for taking so long” you rolled your eyes at this knowing full well Harry hated when you did not take him seriously sometimes.  His eyes looked you up and down before coughing and looking back at the movie.  You knew you were affecting him slightly and this made you so happy.  You subconsciously started to stroke up and down Harry’s chest while watching the movie, you knew he liked you doing this and you also knew it gave you a chance to accidently knock your hand over the waist band of his sweats and ‘accidently’ knock his dick.

Harry then turned around and snuggled into your neck, you checked the time to see that it was already 11 at night.  Knowing Harry was likely to be becoming sleepy you pushed his head up to meet your face.  “Y/N can we watch this movie tomorrow I want to sleep” Harry sighed.  Before he had chance to open his eyes you quickly planted your lips onto him feeling him groan underneath you.  The kiss turned heated a lot quicker than you expected and you pushed him sideward to that you could straddle him.  His eyes lighting up at the sight of you.  “Well it seems like I am no longer as tiered as I thought I was” you laughed at his comment become going down to kiss along his jaw while also grinding on him.  All you heard were curse words coming from Harry’s mouth which made you even more wet than you already were.

Harry’s hands began roaming your body and he began to pull off your boxer shorts.  This made you stop what you were doing to stop him.  “No Harry, you made me wait weeks for this so that means you will be waiting a little longer to see what I have.” You smirked loving being in control for once.  All he could do in return was groan as he was in pure bliss knowing that after so long this was finally going to happen.  You kissed your way down his chest slowly down to his ever-growing erection.  You slowly pushed down his sweats and began licking up his shaft.  You then began to push him into your mouth as much as you could, making sure to use your hand on what you could not fit in your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N this feels so good I have missed your mouth so much baby girl” he said while you bobbed your head quickly up and down his shaft.  You loved pleasing him but once he came in your mouth and he came down from his high, you decided to let him take control.  You enjoyed it when he did all the effort just to make you feel good and he hated to admit it but he loved being dominant and having you be a whimpering mess underneath him.  He quickly flipped you onto your back and pumped himself a few times to make himself hard again, “Y/N I fucking love you” he said with a groan as he made his way into you with a groan.  He began slow, making sure you felt every part of him, then he did what you loved most. He quickened the pace and began slamming into you.  

All that was heard throughout the room was moaning and slapping of skin to skin as he pounded into you with all his might.  “Ah fuck Harry that feels so good” you shouted as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders knowing you were both close.  He began to do a figure of eight in your clit so that you would follow him in your climax.  

“I am close too baby” Harry whimpered as he pounded into you the last few times you both got overcome with ecstasy.  Harry pulled out of you as you adjusted with the feeling of not having him inside of you, and you both came down from your highs.  “That was fucking amazing” Harry sighed as you looked over to him with a smile.

“Tell me about it”

“Make sure to be bored more often” Harry laughed as you lay down to watch the final scenes of the movie.

A Pirate’s Life for Me - Part 4

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

A/N: Oh god, it’s been so long… I’m so sorry. Please don’t murder me. If you murder me I will NEVER be able to continue this story,  so really, don’t murder me. 

Summary: Robb and Y/N finally make it to Meereen where they will meet Daenerys Targayren. Not only that, but their bottled feelings for one another start to boil over. 

Word Count: 6,215

Part One / Part Two / Part Three 

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“Agh! For fucks sake, don’t cut too close to the scalp or I’ll bleed!”

“Well sit still then, you idiot! Maybe if you stopped squirming so much, I wouldn’t be having such an issue.” 

“I swear to the old gods and new, Y/N, if it looks bad, I’m making you sleep on the floor tonight.”

“Oh, piss off and let me finish Robb, don’t think I won’t use these shears to cut your throat.”

Robb can’t help but let the tiny smile on his face grow. He tilts his head up at her words, making her stop and look down at his Tully blue eyes with scrutiny. 

“Aww, come on now, Princess,” he teases, the smile on his face growing until the flames from the candles dance across his teeth “you wouldn’t kill me, would ya? I think you and I could consider ourselves friends now.”

Y/N scoffs at his words, lightly shoving his head, and jokes “Acquaintances at the least, pirate. I won’t hesitate to kill ya if you cross me. Now, head down so I can finish cutting this mop on your head”

Before he can protest, Robb feels his head being shoved down to look at the dirty stone floor. His hair is gripped tightly in one of her tiny hands again, and soon enough, he starts to hear the shears slicing at the reddish-brown curls that had grown far too long for his liking. 

He had to admit though, with the long hair and unruly beard, he looked more like a pirate than ever before. Or, more like his father; it was hard to tell which he was more uncomfortable with. 

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hello!! you probably know my blog if you’re tagged and you probably also have no idea what my name is or what i’m about so here: i’m bee, i’m a brown muslim girl who grew up in dubai but my parents are indian, also i’m pretty gay

so i’ve been on tumbler.org for about four or five years, and left, but i came back in early summer 2016 after i read throam. i didn’t really do anything with it besides make shitposts and ramble about my life which is why i was so surprised when i found out im getting closer to 1k, and i decided to do this thing (that literally no one asked for now that im at one thousand followers wtf??)

anyway here’s a little thank you to every single mutual that has tried and failed to be proper friends with me and still stuck around even though i couldn’t really be friends with any of them bc my offline social handicap decided to follow me here as well, and to every mutual who’s been so incredibly nice to me, and every mutual who i see in my notifs and every other blog that doesn’t follow me back but has inspired me to keep this up (keep what up lmao) alright im gonna stop rambling

fav blogs are bolded <3 (i’m sorry for annoying your notifs lmao this is probably a one time thing don’t worry)(also think of this like a blog rec since i maybe only really talk to four or five of these but all of these blogs are 10/10)(also there’s A LOT of blogs because i follow like 4000 people wtf how did that happen lmao this is gonna look messy idk how to tunmgler)

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Red and Yellow

Soulmate/College AU Snowbaz
Info on the soulmate au part: this is a soulmate au I came up with a while back but never implemented with anything. Basically, when you’re near your soulmate, your fingernails shimmer a certain color. If you and your soulmate ever touch each other’s hands, the shimmer turns into a bright glow.
AN: lol I didn’t intend for this to be a college au but it ended up like that but enjoy anyways
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[Baz]
I’ve known for a while that Snow was my soulmate. Even without my fingernails shimmering every time he looks my way.
I hate it.
The first time it happened–or rather, the first time I noticed, was when we were in Trig. It’s one of the basic courses, but I decided to take it anyway because I had nothing better to do.
My major is music, and I’m assuming that he chose music too, since he’s in Music Theory with me.
So, that day in Trig. I decided at the beginning of the semester that I would sit in the back because I don’t like people.
Low and behold, halfway through the semester, this man with too many freckles and bronze curls comes up and sits next to me.
I felt my fingers start to heat up in my pockets, but I didn’t really think about it at the time.
“H-Hey!” He immediately turned to me after getting his stuff in order. “I’m Si- Simon Snow.”
‘This dork just bloody waved at me,’ I remember thinking.
I guess I decided to humour him, because I ended up telling him my name.
“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”
He blinked, before shaking his head. “Tyrannus sounds weird. Your name is Baz now.”
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I smile at the memory. At first, I hated the nickname. But soon after I found out that he never called people by their full name, it sort of grew on me.
Since then, I started wearing a pair of gloves to hide the shimmer.
Just because he’s my soulmate, doesn’t mean I’m his. And even if I am, that doesn’t mean we get along.
So many people have broken up our fights, yet he refuses to sit anywhere that’s not next to me.
I don’t understand him.
Even without my fingernails shimmering, I would’ve known he was my soulmate. He’s the only person I’ve ever really been in love with.
I hate it.
He’s not even qualified to go to this college, he’s only here because he’s related to the landlord or something.
My Aunt Fiona is a professor here, but at least I went through the application process.
Right now, I’m in my dorm room.
I used to have a roommate, Gareth, but he transferred out a while ago.
It helps not having him here really, now I have no one to bug me when I’m trying to practise my violin. I’m trying my best to get into the local orchestra. It’s surprisingly difficult.
Suddenly, my door slams open. If it were anyone else, I would have told them to go back and knock.
Instead, I just sigh and pull my violin away from my chin. “What do you want, Snow.”
“Can you uh…. help me move in?” He asks meekly, and I cock my eyebrow. He decides to elaborate. “The dorm house I’m living in had a uh, incident. Everyone is being moved to the neighbouring schools dorm house because they have enough room for us.”
“Why are you here instead?”
“I- Uhm- Well, you see-” His face goes red, which confuses me even more.
Giving in, I go to grab my gloves.
I don’t want him to know he’s my soulmate when there’s a chance that I might not be his.
When there’s a chance that this might just be a fluke.
I’ve never seen his hands, actually. He always hides them too. I wonder if he has a scar or something he’s embarrassed of.
I have my gloves on, and he grows impatient. “Cmon, Baz!” He groans, before grabbing my arm.
Wait.
That’s not supposed to happen.
Fuck.
“Bloody hell-” I curse when I see that my glove is smoking, particularly from the tips of my fingers. I quickly pull my arm away and shake it, doing anything I can to just make it stop.
It’s quite a sight, really. Me flailing my arm around as my own fingers are burning holes into my glove. I bet Snow is laughing his ass off.
I don’t hear anything, so I glance over at him and he’s just….staring.
“What.”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he slowly reaches for my wrist and pulls it towards him.
I don’t do anything to stop him.
He uses his other hand to take off my glove. My fingernails are glowing a bright yellow.
And his, a bright red.
He looks at me and smiles, before pressing his hand against mine and interlacing our fingers.
Neither of us say anything for a long time. We’re just staring at our hands as the colour starts to fade.
When it fades completely, he speaks up.
“I’m glad it’s you.”

I signed up for a service where you could write your name on a piece of paper and get reincarnated as various plants that grew different bakery products. I decided to be some sort of flowering gingersnap/blueberry muffin shrub. Also I was Hermione for some reason.

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REPLICA CHALLENGE #2

I had a blast building and decorating my entry to @redhotchilisimblrs 2nd replica challenge today. I managed to do it all in one sitting, mostly because I was home alone and decided that the whole afternoon would be purely for simming! ^_^ 

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I’ve named this lot Lorentz Bungalow. I decided to build it in Forgotten Hollow and it’s value landed on §77 300. It’s completely cc-free!

Lorentz is the name of my grandpa on my father’s side. He’s 89 years old this year and unfortunately he doesn’t remember much of anything these days. He was a carpenter when he was younger and he built the brick house that my father and his brothers grew up in. He loved gardening too which seemed fitting when this build required a vegetable garden. He always grew tomatoes and potatoes! Grandma and grandpa had the best raspberries and my brother and I spent many summer days playing in their garden. 

My grandpa on my mother’s side was also a carpenter actually and both he and Lorentz were very proud of me getting my architect degree last year. I feel very blessed to have had them all my life and I love them both dearly. ♥

Back to Basics
A set of 22 colour actions for Photoshop.

Once again I grew bored of the colours I was using for recolouring and decided it was time for a change. Again. I started out wanting a smaller set of colours and came up with 15. That grew to 18, then 20 then finally I settled on 22, because apparently I have a bit of an obsession. All colours are lazily named after ones I’ve made in the past because for the life of me I can never think up creative names that match what it’s supposed to be :3

  • Actions were made in Photoshop CS5 but should work just fine with other versions.
  • Best used on a light grey base, similar to that in the banner up there.
  • There’s a play all action that runs all of them and duplicates each colour into its own layer. This will only work if you have a copy of your background ready to paste before you play it.

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Emergency Room

Member: Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: A late-night mishap lands you and an unexpected guest a visit to the emergency room. 

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iamdeltas  asked:

Alex Danvers, for the character meme thing?

Approximately everyone wants to know how I write Alex Danvers.

This is somehow not surprising.

  1. Before she learned how to kill people multiple ways with her index finger, Alex was a scientist.  If I’m supposed to believe the timeline, she would have had juuuust enough time to have finished a PhD and maybe started on the MD, if she was insane and finished undergrad in 3 years and did said PhD not in a field like biology that takes 7 years to graduate a doctorate.  Which also dovetails nicely into holy-fuck-burnout that we see prior to J’onn recruiting her.  (This also tends to manifest itself in my writing as a predilection towards parantheticals.  She’s got multiple trains of thought going at once.)
  2. Alex is a ball of grump and insecurities and lack-of-self worth.  This is probably a result of not only having a literal superhuman as a little sister, but also because her parents are highly respected scholars in their chosen fields, and as an only child, she would have felt the weight of those legacies long before Kara crashed into her life.
  3. She’s prickly and a bit of a jackass to people she doesn’t consider “hers”.  She doesn’t let people in close right away.  Seriously, she’s a sarcastic asshole.  Once you get over her walls, though, she’s that person who’s got your back all the time.  She’s only a total pushover and/or insanely overprotective for a very few number of people.
  4. I tend to write Alex as somewhere on the ace spectrum, although exclusively attracted to women.  It’s the only way I can make sense of the canon storyline and the implication that she grew up in California in the early 00s, especially since we got the line about “not the way I was built”.  Given that she’s was STEM, and given that the gender ratio is about 30% women on the high end at the time, it is entirely possible that what happened was Alex played the thought experiment, decided she wasn’t into $RANDOM_GIRL, and concluded “not gay then”, because she lacked the emotional connection.  Which fits in with the two named people she canonically has been attracted to: her high school best friend and Maggie.
  5. gay slytherin disaster child
Interesting Facts

So I was thinking a lot about Jason’s bar mitzvah. His prayers were in Hebrew, but the blessings he got from his parents were in English. I’m Jewish (although I didn’t have a bat mitzvah, the beginning of a long series of disappointments for my family) and I have ten cousins and one brother who have reached bar/bat mitzvah age. The youngest of them just turned 13 and I don’t think she is going to have a bat mitzvah, but the rest of them did have one (I also have three cousins who haven’t hit that age yet).

In all of them, they were introduced as “_________, son/daughter of _________” with their/their parents’ Hebrew names. I decided to look up Mendel’s name to see what it meant, and found that Mendel is a diminutive Yiddish version of the Hebrew name Menachem, and a lot of times the names are used together (so it’s possible that his full name is Menachem Mendel Weisenbachfeld). Menachem/Mendel is Hebrew for “comforter.” How CUTE is that?

I wasn’t sure about Trina, because I grew up in a VERY Jewish town and live a few blocks from a VERY Jewish part of Manhattan (my neighborhood is predominantly Hispanic but if I go to the supermarket on 187th, it’s all Orthodox Jews), and I don’t know a single Jewish person named Trina. I don’t know if Trina is short for something, but I do know that not everyone’s Hebrew names match up perfectly with their English names. My Hebrew name has the same first letter as my English name, but it’s not the same, and the same goes for my mom (her name is Linda, but her Hebrew name is Leah). I figured that Trina would probably be the same way, so I checked a Hebrew baby name site and found the closest thing to Trina.

Tsifira.

she who is crowned

Chris Evans X Reader - Flirty Drunk

Originally posted by cevansnews

This was a request from  @mannatgalhotra  I just wanted to let you know i had so much fun writing this. and how can you have a Chris Evans fic without his amazing dog Dodger. 

Prompts:
#18 - You’re perfect. Which is beyond annoying, i can’t look at you.
#21 - If i murder someone, you are the person i call to help me drag the body across the floor. you’re my person.

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“I want to get drunk.” You say closing your laptop and pushing it away from you lay your head on your kitchen table. There were folders full of files and paperwork that your coworkers had conveniently decided to make mistakes on so now it was up to you to finish it.

“Okay, and what brought this about?” Chris asks as he walks into the living room wearing his red and blue flannel pullover and a pair of blue jeans. You loved that pull over. When he had some off time from work and could grow a beard he looked like a sexy lumberjack. You watch him for a moment as he pours himself a glass of homemade lemonade his mother had made just the day before.

“I hate people Chris,” you say causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah, some people suck.”

“I mean how hard is it to do the job right the first time?” You add sitting back up to stretch out your arms.

“I don’t know babe,” He answers as he brings you the glass he had just poured only to return and make a new one.

“Oh well,” you reply bringing the drink to your lips and savor the great taste. Placing the glass on the table next to you, you smile and letting out a sigh of relief say, “Good thing it’s all done.” You feel a cold nose touch your leg and you smile as you reach down to ruffle Dodger’s fur. “What’s that Dodger, you wanna go to the dog park?” You ask and he jumps to his feet suddenly super excited. “I don’t know buddy, you have to ask daddy first.” You add and he instantly runs into the kitchen and tries to get Chris’s attention.

“Give me a sec buddy,” Chris says reaching down to give Dodger a quick scratch behind the ears.

“But dad, he really wants to go.” You add making Chris chuckle.

“I thought you wanted to get drunk?”

“We can take Dodger to the park, then on the way back stop by the liquor store and get the booze. You know, win, win.” You say a smile filing your lips.

“That’s a win for you and Dodger, but what about me?”

“You’ve never seen me drunk before,” You say causing him to cock an eyebrow at you, “I’ve been told it’s really a sight to behold.”

“You don’t get angry drunk, do you?”

“Nope,” You shake your head as he you stand up and grabbing your glass bring it with you to the kitchen. As you set it on the counter you run your hand up his chest and smirk as you add, “I’ve been told I’m a flirty drunk.”

“Oh really?” He asks a playful smile filling his lips.

“Yup, so that’s what you get to look forward to.” You hear Dodger bark and you smile as you turn your attention to him. “Alright, let’s go.”

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“I’m sorry but that lady really pissed me off.” You say as you lead Dodger into the house Chris following behind you with the grocery bags in his arms.

“I know babe,”

“Like I know the dog was her kids; but the kid was like what, 8, if your dog goes after another dog you don’t leave that on your child to break up. She should have gotten off her ass and got her dog, not leave it up to her kid. I mean the kid was scared Chris, I had to step in and grab the dog so it wouldn’t hurt anyone or itself.”

“I agree, she shouldn’t have left her daughter to handle it.” He says as he closes the door behind him and walks past you into the kitchen. You unclip the leash from Dodger’s collar and give his ears a scratch before you follow Chris.

“I’m sensing a but,”

“But you shouldn’t have put yourself in that situation. I understand you wanted to help, but I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“We’ve been over this many times Chris, I grew up in a house that had ten dogs at one time ranging from a little Rat Terrier, to Labs, to Pitt Bulls, to Great Danes; I’m not scared of them.”

“I know (Name), but I’m scared you’re gonna get hurt.” He replies worry filling his face as his eyes meet yours.

“I-” You start to argue but decide against it. Letting out a heavy sigh you walk around the bar and wrapping your arms around his waist you nestle into his back and say, “I’m sorry. I was just worried about Dodger and the little girl.”

“It’s okay,” He says as he twirls around and wrapping his arms around you kisses you gently on the forehead. “I would’ve done the same thing.” He gently rubs your arms before he continues, “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“I understand,” You say offering him a smile. “Next time we’ll invite Sebastian and Frank and have a doggy playdate.”

“Sounds like a plan babe,” The two of your stare at each other for a moment before he clears his throat and says, “You still want that drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“Coming right up.”

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“Okay (Name), I think that’s enough.” Chris says after your 8th jack and coke.

“Aw, why?” you reply a giggle leaving your lips.

“Cause you’re drunk.”

“That-That’s completely unrelevant.” You say reaching for your glass only to have Chris pull it away from you.

“You mean irrelevant babe,”

“See, even buzzed you’re perfect. Which is beyond annoying, I can’t look at you.” You say looking away from him making him laugh.

“But I thought you loved to look at me.” He adds and you slowly look aback to him.

“I do love to look at you.”

“Careful babe, or I’ll think you only love me for my looks.” He adds taking a sip of his drink.

“I love you for so much more,” You say a smile filling your lips. “Your looks are just a bonus.” You add making him choke on his drink.

“Care to elaborate?” He asks as he catches his breath and leans closer to you.

“How can I say this,” You think aloud as you drum your fingers against the coffee table top. “Ah, If I murder someone, you are the person I call to help me drag the body across the floor. you’re my person.” He bursts our laughing making you furrow your brow as you add, “What’s so funny.”

“You, babe. Oh shit, I need to get you drunk more often.”

“So does that mean I can have more?” You ask and his face quickly becomes serious.

“No. You’re done for tonight.”

“AH! NO FAIR!” You yell out tossing yourself back onto the floor and pout. You would have been more convincing had Dodger not picked that time to come over and lick your face making you laugh out loud in happiness. “I love you too Dodger!” You cry out as you wrap your arms around his neck and rub his head.

“Alright man, come on, share her with me.” Chris says as he moves over to sit next to you causing Dodger to move over to him instead. You continue to laugh as your eyes meet his. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You reply pushing yourself up into sitting position to lay your head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too babe,”

“I was talking to the flannel, but okay.”

Black Sheep (Part 5)

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Summary: While Peter and Tony are having their talk, you find yourself speaking to an unlikely ali

A/N: You thought it was already intense

Pairing: Peter x reader   Part 1 {x} 2 {x} 3 {x} 4 {x}

Warnings: Mentions of death, one swear, SPOILERS

You found yourself standing outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of The Bronx, looking at the broken glass panels and rusted metal exterior. The roof was made of concrete and had a hole in the center. The hole seemed the only source of light was the moon. You cautiously opened the door, peering in to see an empty room with a large platform in the middle. The floor was tarnished wood and there were steel tables along the sides. You closed the metal door behind you and walked around. There were guns with glowing stones in the center, knives with a neon blue handle, and crates of yellow gems.

You reached for a box to open, it glowed white through the wood, when you heard the sounds of a helicopter above you. Lights peered through the empty roof and you ran behind the crate, watching and waiting. Instead of the aircraft, a pair of iron wings flew down, and crashing on the platform with a large thud. A gust of wind knocked you off your feet behind the crate, and you fell to your butt with a slight bump.

“Who’s there?”

You held your breath, scampering up to the edge of the crate. You reached into your pocket and finding the knife from earlier. Peering over the side, you saw a man unclip himself from the wings and take off his oxygen mask, stepping slowly down the steps.

“I know somebody is in my hideout…”

The man began looking in the shadows of the house, sauntering ever so slowly to the crate you were behind. He stopped in front of yours, and you gripped the handle to your knife tighter. As he turned on his heel, you jumped up and over the crate, bringing your knife up to slash him.

He was prepared, and before you even made it to the jump, he had your shirt and threw you across the room to his the diagonal steel wall. With a shrill ring coming from the panels and your ears, you fell to your knees, the knife falling from your fingertips. He walked towards you, chuckling lightly.

“Well, well, well. Look what the rat dragged in.”

You stared up at the man, shuddering in your spot. He leaned down and gently grabbed your chin.

“I’ve seen you somewhere before. Let me think… Oh! You were that former vigilante who tried being a hero, but decided to murder a few idiotic robbers. Little did you know, those were my men.”

The grip grew tighter as he finished, and you gulped heavily.

“I-in my defense, the first two were a total accident and the fire wasn’t-”

The man let go of your chin and outstretched his hand, waiting for you to grab it. With caution, you grasped him and he pulled you up.

“Might I say, you’re the only person I’ve ever known that could take down my men. Congratulations…”

“Oh, I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). What a charming name, I think my daughter talked about you recently. Liz?”

You gasped. No fucking way.

“First the murder, then taking down the school bully. I like your style.”

He turned away, stepping towards a table holding a large, green glowing gun.

“Who are you?”

He picked up the gun, admiring the weapon in his hand.

“Adrian Toomes, but I typically go by Vulture in the media.”

He turned back to you, holding a smaller, handheld version of the larger gun. Adrian began walking towards you with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“I crave a boon.”

“What boon?”

“I want you to be my partner, (Y/N). Help me take down this so-called Spider-Man, and-”

You shook your head, stepping back.

“No way, killing those people were a one time thing, I’m not doing that again.”

Adrian kept the smile glued to his face.

“You didn’t let me finish. We kill Spider-Man, and you get a title. No longer the freak in school, or the villain on the streets. You get a name, fortune, a life.”

He slowly handed you the gun, waiting for you to grab it. You stared at the glowing green, thinking of Peter. His smile, him wanting to help you so bad. His justice and wanting peace. You almost declined when you remembered when Peter looked away all those times. The memories of Flash tormenting you, how he averted eye contact. Biting his lip from intervening. Speeding ahead to avoid any communication.

You looked Adrian straight in the eyes and grabbed the gun from his hand.

“Excellent. Let’s start training now.”

Arian kicked you to the wall of the warehouse and punched you straight in the face, grabbing your gun and pointing it directly at your forehead.

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