✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great, ❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s), ✢ I like your characters, ❋ Your blog is one of my favs, ✦ I like seeing you on my dash , ❄ I look up to you, ❆ I love your art, ❇ I love the way you write, ♥ im ghey for you =^)
// Ahahaha I don’t think our ship is so secret anymore ‘’:’^)
I love you too you big ghey. I’m taking all of these symbols and giving them right back..
Request: Can you write an evil!barry x reader where the reader is the hero who works with Star Labs and she has scream powers (kinda like Black Siren). She always fights against Barry but they always flirt and tease each other. Then one day the sexual tension becomes too much and it gets smutty. Thx, I love your writing btw, you’re one of my fav blogs♥️♥️
a/n: this ask hurt my lil bi heart im a slut its official.
Here you are again. Fighting against The Flash. Huffing out a sigh, you jut your hip out, crossing your arms over your chest. Barry wolf whistles, eyeing your body suit up and down with a hungry expression. His tongue hits the top of his mouth, making a clucking sound as he swaggers towards you.
“Well, well, well, don’t you look just delectable?” he mutters under his breath, fixing his red leather jacket over his tight black t-shirt. That’s new. It’s super hot on him…focus Y/N. “I gotta admit, seeing you in a skin tight suit? Highlight of my fucking day… Now, what does it take to get that-” he points at your outfit, “pretty little thing off you and on my floor?” he questions, coming closer and closer.
You breathe through your nose, nibbling on your lip. Slowly, you press two fingers to your ear, “Cisco, Cait? I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t worry, I’ve got everything handled.” you say before turning your coms off, just in time to cut their protests short. “Why don’t you find out, Flash? Unless you’re too afraid to be with a hero.” you tease, knowing how to crawl under his skin and make him weak.
In a blink of an eye, your back lands harshly against a firm mattress, hands held high over your head. Barry towers over you, upper buttons of his white shirt popped off and stud belt unbuckled, “Mmm, I’m not afraid of anything, baby.” he purrs, fingers dancing on your curves; he smirks, “Are you afraid to fuck a villain, baby?” he questions, unlacing your suit with his speed. “I bet you’ve always wondered what it’d be like to fuck a villain. Well, today’s your lucky day, Banshee.” he drawls out, using your hero alias.
You whine, bucking your hips up while he slowly slides your costume off your body. He nips at your exposed breasts teasingly; you grip his styled brown hair. “If you’re gonna fuck me, do it already, Barry.” you groan out through gritted teeth. You’re desperate for him to just touch you; tired of playing this cat and mouse game and the ‘sexual tension’, as Cisco put it lightly, multiple times.
A cocky smirk tilts his the corner of lips and the next thing you know, your suit is on the floor, hopefully not ripped. “If you insist…” he grins, pulling his shirt so the buttons pop off, scattering across the room. He strips from his pants, “Maybe next time.” he nods, dropping the belt off the bed.
He lines up with your entrance, thrusting in without warning, making you gasp, scratching down his pale back. “Barry, Barry, Barry.” you repeat, holding in your screams, so you won’t break any glass. He just smirks, going at a superspeed; your whole body vibrates as you quickly hit your high.
Filling you, he lets out a heavy sigh, relaxing for a second before pulling out. His sweaty body flops next to yours. “Told you villains do it better, hottie.” he mutters, peeking at you. You sigh, blinking. Who knew villains fucked that good.
for the submission, “im never going to have the future i want because i lack the sense of self preservation to devote energy into anything but self destruction (ps i love your blog and your rat drawings ur my new fav)
Featuring: Jimin Genre: sexual implications, suggestive wording By: Admin S
HI!! Can I request a Jimin smut where Jimin is really playful and teases the reader. Then the reader decides to tease him back (by walking around in just a t-shirt and panties, bending over, etc; subtle hints) and plays hard to get? I love love love your blog it’s one of my favs <3
request: G'day 💜 could I request an imagine in Shawn’s POV where he’s back home in Canada and you two have broken up because he thought he was being unfair to you (basically “don’t be a fool”) but his family doesn’t know yet and when he tells them they’re all upset (especially Aaliyah) coz you were really close with them/her. BTW I love your blog! Definitely my fav imagine blog 💖
The flight back to Toronto was rough, especially when fans were asking where Y/N was. She and I had broken up a few weeks ago, I told her that I wasting her time, and that she should gofind someone who could give her more than I would be able to. I hadn’t told any fans yet, opting to tell my family first and see how they take it. Y/N was devastated, but she saw where I was coming from and we agreed to remian friends, but I know that most couples who agree to do that don’t keep in touch.
I put up an act for the fans and greeted them as I would normally, and told them that Y/N had gone home to her family already, which wasn’t a lie. She flew back the day after we broke up. Andrew had called a cab prior to me landing, so I didn’t have to wait for a ride to my house.
Mom opened the door for me and Dad helped me haul my luggage inside, and they both asked how the flight was. “It was a flight, had some turblulance. Some little kid was crying nearly the entire time.”
“Shawn!” Aaliyah smiled, running over and hugging me.
“Hey!” I hugged my sister, and for the first time since the break up, I had a genuine smile on my face.
“Where’s Y/N? I thought she was coming over after you got home?” Aaliyah asked, confused.
Scratching my upper arm, I avoided eye contact. “About that,” I started. “We um, we broke up?” The statement was phrased more like a question, and my family was dead silent.
“Wait, what?” My mom asked. They had all been pretty close to Y/N, and none of them expected this to happen.
“We talked about it on the bus, it was a mutual agreement type of thing.” I explained, taking off my jacket. “I wanted her to have more than I could give her, and with me touring a lot, I won’t be able to be a decent boyfriend. She deserves someone who can take her on weekly dates, and someone who is in the same timezone as her.”
Aaliyah, who had gone eerily silent, walked into her room and closed the door. She and Y/N had been pretty close, and they’ve hung out dozens of times, just getting to know each other and eventually becoming pretty close friends. I looked at my parents, who were both shocked. “Well, if that’s what you two thought was best,” My mom nodded, taking one of my suitcases and going to unload the clothing and do a load of laundry.
I walked down the hall to my room, but paused when I heard Aaliyah on the phone. “He told you not to tell me?” She asked, and I knew she was talking to Y/N. “Um, how- how are you doing?” Aaliyah asked, and I continued down the hall, not wanting to know how hurt Y/N was.
In my room, I collapsed on my bed, too tired to do anything other than sleep. — When I woke up, it was about two in the morning, and I had slept myself out. I grabbed my notebook and a pencil, and opened to a fresh page. It had been a while since I had any solid motivation to write a song, but this motivated me.
“Don’t be a fool, and wait on me darling,” I sang to myself, writing down the lyrics.
a/n: again, sorry it’s so short :( my inbox is in single digits so send me some prompts!
You're one of my top fav ST blogs. What are some of your fav blogs/mutuals?
ok first off thank you for saying such a lovely thing !!! that means the world to me !!! :’) <3
and secondly, whERE DO I EVEN BEGIN ???? i have a follow forever i made at the end of last year if you wanna see like,,, all my mutuals (the vast majority of them are ST blogs) but i’ll name some of them here !!!!
special shout-out to my og squad known as the gain train and my newer squad who doesn’t really have a solid name bc we change our gc name all the goddamn time (love u guys xoxo)
i literally follow soooo many blogs like you have no idea so this def isn’t all of them just fyi !!!! it’s nothing personal if i forgot your name on the list !! it’s just a lot to remember to name everyoneee lmao
i recently hit 2.1k so i decided to do my first follow forever!! i honestly still cant believe that in a month and a half i have somehow gained over two thousand of you cute little humans??? how the fuck??? thank you guys so much!!!! im so grateful for every single one of you :’).
these are my favorite blogs and ahhhhH yall are super cute and i love all of you okay?? awesome.
(sidenote: i 100% need to follow more blogs lol pls lmk your fav blogs ok thanks!!!)
Request: Hi! I don’t know if you do song request imagines but if you do I was hoping you could do one based off the song Closer by The Chainsmokers FT Halsey or Idfc by Blackbear. If you don’t that’s okay just wanted to see cuz your my fav spiderman blog! Lol sorry if this was weird! by @always-panicking
A/N: I totally loved writing this one. Hope you like this!!
You looked at Peter, who had just entered his bedroom through his window. You had sent him a message minutes ago telling him you were waiting for him there, since you were supposed to have a movie night together at 10pm, and five hours later, you were still waiting. You wanted to be mad -he had been ditching you repeatedly lately, not telling you where he was. You had always told him everything -that’s what best friends were for. There was only one secret you were keeping from him -the fact that you loved him; and that was something you weren’t planning on telling him soon.
Tell me pretty lies, look me in the face, tell me that you love me, even if it’s fake, cause I don’t fucking care at all…
You wanted him to tell you that he loved you. You wanted him to tell you he wanted to be with you, even if you knew that wasn’t going to happen. ‘’Peter,’’ you said, worried ‘’are you okay?’’ He nodded and smiled softly, leaving his backpack inside his wardrobe. ‘’Yeah’’ he told you. ‘’I was just out doing some shopping. You know Aunt May doesn’t like it when the fridge is empty and she would kill me if I hadn’t gone out’’ he said, stuttering. You knew he was lying -it was 3am, and May didn’t actually care about the fridge. You didn’t want to fight, though, so you said nothing.
You’ve been out all night, I don’t know where you’ve been, you’re slurring all your words, not making any sense, but I don’t fucking care at all…
‘’Yeah, I know’’ you whispered softly. You wanted him to trust you, but you didn’t want to force him to tell you what was going on, although you thought you knew.
‘Cause I have hella feelings for you, I act like I don’t fucking care, like they ain’t even there… 'Cause I have hella feelings for you, I act like I don’t fucking care, 'cause I’m so fucking scared…
I’m only a fool for you, and maybe you’re too good for me. I’m only a fool for you, but I don’t fucking care, at all…
You didn’t want to ruin your friendship by telling him how you felt. He was perfect -funny, handsome, kind, intelligent. You were just you. His best friend. He would always see you as that, no matter how hard you tried. He walked to the couch, putting on a movie, not paying attention to the time it was. ‘’You’ve been with her, haven’t you?’’ you asked as he sat next to you, not being able to contain yourself any longer. He had been telling you about how Liz Allan had been taking to him for months, how he thought she was the prettiest girl ever. You had always tried to ignore it, but it still hurt.
And you’ve been out all night, I don’t know where you’ve been, you’re probably getting fucked, you’re probably getting head… And I don’t fucking care at all…
‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked you, furrowing his brows. ‘’With Liz’’ you told him, making you sound obvious. ‘’I’m not stupid, Peter’’ you whispered, trying not to sound hurt. ‘’I know you’ve been with her. You have been talking about her for months. I know what’s going on. I’m just hurt that you didn’t tell me.’’ ‘’I don’t understand’’ he said, sounding confused. ‘’Tell you what?’’ You grew frustrated -was he doing this on purpose to hurt you? ‘’That you have been sleeping with her, Peter!’’ you shouted, not containing your anger any longer. ‘’Do you think I didn’t realize? I may not have the best GPA, but I’m not oblivious to the world around me. At least not as oblivious as others’’ you said, looking at him, trying to get him to notice the way your eyes showed love even if you were mad at him. He opened his eyes and mouth wide, looking like a fish out of the water. ‘’You think…’’ he started. ‘’You think I’m sleeping with her?’’ ‘’I know you are sleeping with her, Peter’’ you said. ‘’I’m not stupid.’’ ‘’But I am not sleeping with her’’ he told you. ‘’I wish I could just tell you the truth, but I can’t. I’m sorry, [Y/N].’’ You wanted to punch him, to scream at him. You just wanted him to realize how much he was hurting you. Did you believe him? Yes. You had no reason not to. But if he wasn’t sleeping with her, what was he doing every night? ‘’You know what, Peter?’’ you asked him. ‘’I have only kept one secret from you in my whole life,’’ you said, getting up from the couch and picking up your stuff ‘’and I did it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship; but if you are going to be keeping things from me, I guess there is no friendship any longer, so I can tell you my big secret’’ you told him, tears in your eyes, your voice breaking. He looked at you, not understanding where you were going. ‘’I love you’’ you told him. ‘’I always have. I love the way you furrow your brows when you don’t understand something, or the way you mess your hair when you are frustrated. I love the way you smile when you do something right, or the way you hold my hand to help me relax. I love everything about you, and I’m tired of you not trusting me enough to tell me what the fuck is going on. I have hella feelings for you. I act like I don’t fucking care, like they aren’t even there, and I do it for you. I’m always so fucking scared. I’m only a freaking fool for you, and you are just… You are too good for me. I don’t fucking care anymore. Whenever you decide to trust me again, look for me, because I don’t fucking care about anything anymore’’ you told him before leaving his house and closing the door with a bang, not caring about the fact that it was 3am, walking home with a broken heart and a gone best friend.
Hey.... question......... do you.... have any good harvest moon game recommendations...? Scrolling thru your art blog has given a Mighty Need. My fav so far has always been more friends in mineral town but there are some titles I haven't played before
and also grand bazaar and a wonderful life are among my favs too
When Sugawara shows up to practice with a raging fever but refuses to go home, Daichi starts to get annoyed - until Suga gives up, ends up puking outside the gym and Daichi immediately feels bad for getting angry <3 your blog is my fav!!
when suga’s feverish, it’s pretty obvious. he has pale cheeks, so they tend to take on a heavy flush. he sweats lightly, but always shivers as if he’s cold (and tries to hide the shivering). his equilibrium is off, but just enough to make him sway drunkenly if he stands still for more than a few seconds.
daichi has memorized all these signs over three years of being friends with the most stubbornly self-sacrificial person alive.
he’s trained himself to know when suga’s sick, because he’s inevitably going to try to push himself, and he’s going to claim he’s fine until he’s really not.
daichi basically has an eagle-eye for sick suga by this point; so when his friend shows up to practice swaying on his feet, visibly flushed, daichi doesn’t miss a beat.
“no,” he says as soon as suga walks into the club room. “no. go home.”
suga must have been expecting this; he just sighs, turning towards his locker and away from daichi. “i’m fine. stop fussing. nothing’s wrong.”
suga insists this, and continues to insist this even as daichi hovers by him for the rest of the afternoon. he’s by his side while they’re changing; by his side during warm ups; by his side when they start their serves.
it’s obvious how sick suga is. he’s having trouble staying on his feet, looking one hard shove away from passing out. his breathing is heavy and labored after their warm ups, small whines escaping him after every gasp for air.
when he lands after a misaimed serve, he falters. daichi just manages to grab him before he can crumple to the ground.
“this is it,” daichi hisses as he braces suga’s entire weight in his arms. “you’re too sick to be here. you need to be sensible and go home.”
by this point, everyone is staring at them; even coach ukai is regarding suga with a stern look that implies if he doesn’t go home now, he’ll make him. suga recognizes when he’s outnumbered. there’s really no way that he can pretend to be fine now.
“i am sensible,” he replies, squirming in daichi’s arms. when released, suga’s entire body seems to slump at once, but he stays upright. “i’ll go get my stuff.”
he looks like a kicked puppy, and guilt stirs in daichi’s stomach as he watches suga slip out of the gym. this is for the best, he reminds himself. if suga won’t look after his own health, someone has to.
it’s ten minutes before daichi realizes that suga is nowhere to be found. this isn’t right. while he doubts suga would want to come back to the gym, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
daichi tells the coach that he’s going to check on sugawara, and makes his way out of the gym the same way he saw suga go.
he doesn’t have to search far. he finds suga sitting on the bottom step leading up to the clubroom, hunched in on himself. a jolt of fear shoots through daichi; his first thought is that his friend has gotten sick enough to pass out.
instead, when he runs up to suga, he realizes he’s rocking back and forth. a hand is pressed over his mouth; the other grips his stomach as if he fears it might jump out of his body.
“suga? hey, hey, what’s the matter?”
suga raises his head to look up at him; he’s trembling. “i’m sorry,” is the first thing he says, and gives a weak hiccup.
daichi isn’t sure what he’s sorry for until his eyes rove the area. he catches sight of a puddle of something brown in the dirt not far from the steps. understanding dawns, and he suddenly feels sick to his own stomach.
“it’s okay,” he says, cupping the back of suga’s head. “it’s fine. suga, can you get up to the club room?”
“i don’t think i can – hicculp – walk.” suga presses his face into his palm. “i’m sorry – i know i’m so weak right now, i’m sorry, i’m sorry –”
there’s suddenly a harsh gurgle in the back of suga’s throat, and he claps the other hand over his mouth. daichi watches him fight to swallow down whatever he just brought up, tears brimming in his eyes.
this is worse than daichi could have imagined: his best friend pushed to the brink from fever, desperately fighting nausea, and crying.
(was part of this his fault? could have have been firmer with suga? kinder? should he have gone with him to get his things?)
daichi doesn’t know what to do, so he does the only thing that seems right. “okay. i’m going to help you upstairs. do you need to throw up? and i need you to tell me honestly, because i don’t want you puking on me?”
a tremor runs through suga’s frame before he nods. sighing, daichi helps him heave his body off of the steps, supporting him as he bends over the ground.
when suga gets sick, it comes quickly. he’s been holding it back for too long for anything else to happen. all daichi has to do is rub up his back a few times before suga suddenly chokes, and then he’s spewing a stomachful of sick towards the ground.
daichi holds him, rocks him once suga is finished and slumps back into his arms. whimpering, suga buries his face in daichi’s shirt, and all daichi can do is support him.
he carries suga up to the clubroom, and helps clean him up. he uses a towel to cool his burning face, helps him change into a clean shirt, and makes sure he drinks some water.
daichi is the one to call suga’s mother to come pick him up, while his best friend slumps bonelessly against his side. every so often suga will mutter something incoherent into his shoulder, and daichi will reassure him.
this is the least he can do, daichi decides, after letting suga down earlier.